#(( ah heaters. her one great beloved.

[royalreef]

Considering the fact that she's curled up on top of it in a loose interpretation of a cinnamon roll, it seems someone really likes her heated blanket.

#Glory and Gore || IC #Many fish in the sea || Misc. IC Content #(( ah heaters. her one great beloved. #(( she will also try to climb inside other peoples clothes if only for that Sweet Sweet Body Heat #(( (this is far less sexy and far more ''oh GOD thats a tiger-sized predator getting REALLY friendly with my personal space'') #(( (as you do)

[diaboliklove]

modern day au where yui cannot catch a break, and things only get worse when her house gets broken into by an angry red headed robber — but instead of taking her things, he takes her heart

yui was having the worst year of her life.

even worse than in 2013 when her father wouldn’t let her go to that taylor swift concert since it was deemed ‘unholy.’

she really thought only taylor could understand her.

but now its 2024, and she’s begun to have adult problems. she’s broke, her heater is broken, her apartment has started to fall apart, she stained her favorite pink skirt with coffee, her phone screen shattered when she dropped it on the train, she ran out of her favorite lip gloss, college bills keep stacking up, her upstairs neighbors never stop engaging in fornication, strawberries are out of season so she can no longer afford them and most importantly —

her father just passed away.

and all she wanted now was to rot in her apartment and ask god for mercy on her poor heart.

“it’ll be okay,” she sniffled back a tear. “father used to say the lord puts us through trials to test our faith.”

yeah, used to.

it was now late night, coming back from her fathers funeral she felt more empty than when she first got the news. her feet hurt from the black heels she now had to walk home in, the black dress did little to give her warmth, her cheeks were numb from the cold weather and having to comfort people with a smile that she’ll be okay, that there was nothing to worry about.

… but yui was already worrying about dinner. also how she’d have to shiver herself to sleep again. she couldn’t allow herself to cry herself to sleep again, her face would be frozen when she woke up, and what if she finds another hole in the walls? tape didn’t work last time, and she’s running out of rags to stuff in between them. and what about her job? she can’t buy more rags without it. they granted her a leave of absence due to her fathers passing, but what if they replaced her? if she lost her job she couldn’t pay rent — and she couldn’t ask for another extension on rent, her landlord was fed up enough with her pleading, she wouldn’t get lucky again. and also —

“no, lets just take it one day at a time. thats right,” she neared the steps to her apartment. “deep breath in, and then out. lets have some canned soup for dinner, and then pair it with rewatching the kardashians. yeah. thats a great plan.”

she turned the corner to her door.

“everything will get better,”

she put the key in the lock.

“as long as i stay positive.”

and she swung her door open —

“shit!”

“AH!”

— right into a mans back.

at first she thought she opened the wrong door. but the faint smell of her candles hit her nose, and her eyes fell on the very TV she watched shitty TV on in the mans arms — and then her eyes landed on a fucking sword on his waist.

her eyes followed it as he dropped her TV from his arms, and unsheathed it from his waist —

— and directed it right in between her eyes.

“empty your fucking purse! ill fucking kill you!”

Oh wow. wooooow.

now you would think the right action would be to do as he said. anyone would listen to a manic man with hair as red as blood, especially when they pointed a sword at you that looked like it came from the 1800’s. its not like yui wanted to die, so maybe she should save her life and sacrifice her beloved tv and the few pennies she had in her wallet.

but instead. her face twisted, and yui broke out in the most ugly open mouthed sob she’s ever done.

it wasn’t out of fear. it didn’t even register how this man genuinely had bloodlust leaking out of him. it was out of absolute frustration and sadness that this was becoming her life — and that she couldn’t even have her dream of watching the kardashians.

she fell to her knees. because, seriously, what the hell did she do to deserve all of this? she was a good kid. never acted out to her father and attended mass even when she had the flu. she never wished bad on anyone. but why does everything always have to end bad? on her 11th birthday her goldfish frank died, when she wanted a coffee last week, her card declined and now she couldn’t even sob into her blankets while she heard kim talking about how rich she was. can’t she have one good day? can’t she —

“holy shit, are you crying?” the red haired man didn’t even move.

yui looked up to him, and just stared at the man’s flabbergasted expression. through her tears, she tried to inhale through her nose, but it came out in little stutters. she extended her purse towards him.

“take it. take everything if you want.” yui spoke through her sobs. its not like anything she really wanted was here anymore.

yui curled up into her knees and rocked herself, continuing to cry hysterically at the thought of just her life. she wouldn’t mind if that man stole everything in her house — material objects could be replaced… eventually. when her eyes started to burn by the amount of tears flooding out, she noticed she couldn’t hear the familiar floorboards creak from movement and her purse was still in her hands. lifting her head to see what was going on, she noticed that the man hadn’t moved from his spot, and just was gawking at her sitting on the floor. they held eye contact for a while, like they were both afraid to move.

sure, yui thought he was a manic. but he probably thought yui was a suicidal manic.

while she held eye contact, she finally really looked at him.

he was fit. wearing a black shirt and a ripped jean jacket, yui could tell he wasn’t bulky, but instead quite lean. his pecs were defined and his muscular abdomen and biceps were flexed against the fabric from welding the heavy sword. his joggers looked worn down, and black nikes seemed like they seen better days. his face was … nice. well sculpted and he had a well defined jaw. his lips were plump and chapped from the chill outside.

what threw yui off was the cacophony that was his hair and eye color. bright firetruck red for hair that looked like he hadn’t brushed it in days, and green eyes fit for only a predator. regardless of the situation, yui could tell he honestly was… beautiful. dangerous. probably looked more attractive if he didn’t have his mouth wide open in awe.

his eyebrows furrowed, and he closed his mouth. he placed his sword back in his sheath, and leaned down to grab the tv from the floor. he looked towards yui again, with a face she could only describe as disappointment. clicking his tongue, he began to drag the tv … not towards the door but towards the tv cabinet.

“this isn’t fun anymore. you can have your shitty shit back.”

placing the tv back in its rightful throne, he squatted down and went through a worn down black backpack — that had some random pins of a band she never heard of — that was on the floor. within it, he took out her favorite necklace, her jewelry box, a couple of her wool sweaters and her damn smart toaster she picked up extra shifts for.

“this is yours. ill be back when you’re mentally stable, you deranged bitch.” he motioned to the items on the floor.

“really?”

the robber rolled his eyes. “of course I will be! do you know how much your toaster —“

“— no i mean. you’ll give it back?”

“you want me to take it?”

“well… i’d like it if you didn’t.”

“then! shut the fuck up.”

he grabbed his backpack and swung it around his shoulder. he started making his way towards the door right beside yui. as he took two steps past her, he paused.

“you’re really broke, you know.”

yui sniffled. “i know.”

“like, broke broke. i don’t think ive ever broke into a house that had so much of nothing. what are you, a level one sim? do you have no hobbies? do you even eat? i see nothing to even munch on here.”

“… i have soup.”

“you literally have two cans of spaghetti-os and tomato soup.”

yui sniffled louder. “i know.”

things were silent for a while. yui was sure the robber was still there, probably reconsidering his decision. she expected him to march back in to take her things again while flipping her off. this entire situation seemed too good to be true… but maybe this could end with her losing nothing... no. she wouldn’t let herself hope for something that was next to impossible in a situation like this.

but something even more unlikely happened.

the robber spoke again.

“do you like dennys?”

“w…what?” yui turned her head towards him.

“dennys. the best restaurant in the world. do you like it?” his face stayed neutral, but somehow the question felt like a threat.

yui feared the honest answer, ‘ive never been’ would end in her getting decapitated. so, she said, “i do.”

“do you want to go get some pancakes?”

it was yuis turn to gawk at him. he looked bored, and slid his hands in his pockets. now, maybe a normal person would say ‘fuck no, its 10pm and you just broke into my home somehow and then tried to steal my beloved tv and lovely toaster then pointed a fucking sword at me… also, i don’t even know your name you creep.’

but yui wasn’t a normal person experiencing normal things right now.

“pancakes sound nice.”

aka, the alternative universe in which two cold hearts find warmth within each other.

#toffee au’s #diabolik lovers #diabolik brothers #dialovers #ayato sakamaki #sakamaki ayato #yui komori #komori yui

[champagne-bucky]

Come Sail Away ⛵️

Summary: You and Bucky go on a vacation which leads to an unexpected turn of events.

Warnings: 18+ NSFW, SMUT, dub-con if you squint, fingering, hand job, spanking, daddy kink. 

Notes: Hey everyone! This is my entry for @imanuglywombat ‘s Ugliest Wombat Challenge. This theme that I chose is Beach Babes so here’s what I came up with. This was loosely inspired by the TV show The Nanny, if you know the episode I’m referencing then you know it’s about to go down. Anyways, please like, comment, reblog, inbox, and follow me for more!! Enjoy :)

The warm summer sun was beating down deliciously on your skin. The salt from the bright blue sea infiltrated your nostrils and was filled with with the scent of summer. Ah, summertime, where the days were unbearably hot and the nights mimicked the same. Less clothing to be worn and not a care in the world. 

You welcomed the warm weather with open arms. After dealing with a gruesome winter, and a spring which brought no tease of its following season, you were more than ready to throw your heavy coat into storage and get on the first bathing suit you could find. Yes, summer was here and you were drinking in every inch of the wonderful season. 

Work was rough this winter. Spending days to sometimes months in places that weren’t your own bed, sleeping in the most horrid conditions, and worst of all, the inclement weather had gotten you sick more times than you could count on both hands. Well, that’s what you signed up for with being an Avenger and all. You might not have super soldier serum to suppress the frigid air or a suit which comes with a built in heater to offer a blast of warmth in all the right places, but you have a nice week long cruise (courtesy of Tony) to forget about those lone nights in Siberia which ended up leaving you bed ridden for two weeks. 

Now you’re here, standing on the ships edge looking out of the vast ocean. Not a singular care in the world crosses your mind. You craved this, you craved the peace and bliss. 

“You stay out here any longer I’m afraid you’ll jump overboard and be one with the fishes,” Bucky chuckles from behind you and startles you. 

He was asked by Tony to “keep watch over you” which was code for “Barnes you need this vacation just as much as her, please for the love of God relax,” however, Tony would never tell him that. Bucky enjoyed working, a little too much. After all this time he was finally able to be the good guy for once and did whatever he could to keep the newly acquired bravado intact. 

“Barnes, didn’t expect to see you so close to me. Usually you’re hiding out of my line of sight, or so you thought,” you muttered the last part to yourself. He was really taking this watching over thing seriously. 

“Was getting bored. I’m starting to think this mission was more a vacation for me and you,” Bucky shakes his head and chuckles. 

“You’re just now figuring out Stark’s master plan?” You kiddingly scoffed as Bucky rolled his eyes at you. “Ya know, you really could use a break.” 

“I got all the time in the world to have a break.” 

“Oh yeah? When?” You challenged him. 

“When I’m dead,” Bucky winked at you before walking off to his room, announcing that he was going to take shower. 

“Oh before I go, dinner later?” 

“Depends will you be sitting with me or sitting from afar like the last couple nights?” You kid with him and he rolled his eyes. 

“You’re a real pain in my ass, ya know that?” 

“Hey, someone’s gotta be,” you winked and Bucky turned away fast, mainly to hide the blush spreading on his cheeks.

“See ya later,” Bucky called out to you. 

—

Debating on whether or not was a good time to pull yourself away from the amazing view of the ocean, you had to sadly leave your peaceful space on the balcon and go meet Bucky for dinner. A quick shower and a few shimmies into the beautiful gown Natasha lent you later, you were on your way to dinner. 

Tony gave his team nothing but the best. From top of the line technology and the best clothes money could buy, he made sure that you and Bucky got a luxurious treatment while on this vacation. This included dinner at the most refined restaurant on the ship’s deck. It was so exclusive that you needed to book your reservation there first before you booked your tickets for the cruise. Of course, Tony being Tony, and your title as an Avenger, made it easy for the restaurant to put your names down in their coveted black book of mile long reservations. 

Now here you are, standing a little ways from the hostess desk waiting for your beloved co-worker. While you waited you took in the beautiful scenery of the restaurant. So classy and elegant you felt out of place even if you had on an expensive gown. You were so caught up in the extravagance that you didn’t notice a hand at the small of your back. 

“You clean up nice,” Bucky stood next to you in a suit and tie. He had recently cut his hair before the trip, but that didn’t stop him from throwing in a little gel. 

“I could same the same for you too. New product?” The two of you made small talk as Bucky gave Tony’s name for reservation. 

Unbeknownst to the two of you, the hostess eyed both and you up and down and warily took you to your table. 

—

Dinner was fantastic. Like the restaurant’s atmosphere the food also had an elegant taste to it. The wait staff was equally classy and charming to all the patrons too. You and Bucky were sipping on expensive wine and dining on fine desserts until a waiter, not yours, approached you. 

“Did we enjoy everything so far?” Bucky looked at the man confused. 

“Yeah, yeah everything was great thank you,” being the polite person you are you gave the waiter a smile. 

“Well we love hearing that customers, let alone two Avengers, are enjoying the establishment. Anyways, I was sent to come tell you that the captain has requested your presence at his table overlooking the sea. A little birdie told me you two enjoy quite a view,” Bucky was on guard at all times during this exchange. It’s not that he didn’t trust the waiter it was that he wondered why their waiter wasn’t getting them. 

“Sounds good to me. C’mon Buck let’s go,” you stood up and began to follow the waiter. Bucky reluctantly got up and pulled your arm so that you were walking at his pace. 

“Don’t you think it’s a little fishy that right after we get done eating the captain wants to see us?”

“Oh Bucky, who cares! Maybe he didn’t want to interrupt us or something,” Bucky was always a paranoid person. 

“I just got a bad feeling about this that’s all,” you giggled and shook your head in attempt to brush off Bucky and not appear rude towards the waiter. 

“And here we are! Captain Richards will be out momentarily,” and just like that the waiter was gone leaving you and Bucky to your own devices. 

Not long after Captain Richards appeared. He offered you both a glass of wine and you both drank. Bucky was a little hesitant but decided to drink after you made a move to your second glass. Soon, one glass turned into almost half a bottle of expensive wine gone. You were swimming and Bucky was grinning like a mad man. 

“Sergeant, would you mind fetching me and this beautiful young lady another bottle? I’d get up but I don’t have your tolerance and can barely walk a straight line,” Bucky was happy to oblige and went to Richards quarters. 

“So when will you be leaving us Ms. Avenger?” Richards asks you. 

“Bucky and I dock in two days in Mexico. We were planning on flying back to New York,” you slowly got up and ran over to the balcony. Your drunken state was taking in the dark misty waters. 

“Well we will be missing you greatly Miss,” Richards has his hand on your back, lightly pressing you into the railing. “It’ll be such a shame that no one will be seeing you anymore, around the decks I mean,” you eyed the older man up and down. What did he just say?

“It’s such a shame, I do like you and your little partner but in order for us to continue our plans we can’t let the law, let alone a group of super freaks, ruin it,” with a harsh shove your body was lurched off the balcony. 

Your reflexes hit fast and you snapped out of your inebriated state. Last second you cling onto the very last bar of the balcony. Your heels were knock off and sunk into the water. 

“Little shit c’mere,” Richards growled as he stomped his heavy boot on your fingers. He crushed down so hard and you almost didn’t budge but your grip was weakening. He squished and scraped both hands successfully off the bar and you fell into the ocean. 

“Y/N? Captain? Is everything alright,” Bucky emerged from the captains quarters with a new bottle of wine. 

“Oh Sergeant, please help! Your comrade just flung herself overboard!” RIchard’s yelled. 

“What! Oh fuck, Stark’s gonna kill me! Hang on I’m coming! You gotta stop the boat. Alert the coast guard,” Bucky struggled to free himself of both shoes. He made is way over the balcony and plunged in to find you. 

“Will do Sergeant,” Richards grinned evilly when he heard a solid plunk in the water. “Will do.” The captain chuckled darkly before pulling up a com on his wrist, “the threats have been eliminated. Hail Hydra.”

—

13 hours missing

You awoke with a gasp. It felt like air had hit your lungs for the first time in ages. Your body was wet and the gown was sticking all over you, not to mention the sand in unwanted places. You barely had a chance to register your surroundings. 

“Bucky? Bucky!? Bucky are you here?!” You finally stood up, legs wobbling a little, and you tried to find your super human friend. 

“Oh fuck, Bucky are you okay?” After walking down a long strip of beach you found him. His face was planted in the sand and his shoes were long gone. He seemed like he was breathing but still unconscious. 

“BUCKY WAKE UP,” You yelled and pushed Bucky with all your might to turn him over. Bucky, much like you, awoke with a gasp and claimed as much fresh air as he could. 

“What? Huh, where are we? Y/N?! Oh my god, you’re okay?!” Bucky was a babbling mess and couldn’t even form a coherent sentence. 

“Yes, yes, I’m fine. Richards threw me off the boat!”

“Threw you? He told me you got drunk and fell over! That fucking bastard!” 

Bucky began to explain how he jumped in after you and grabbed you. He saw the boat wasn’t stop so he tried his best to swim after it. Not long after he grew tired and the waves were picking up. Low and behold here you both are, trapped on a deserted island. 

“Fuck,” you breathed out. 

“We are so fucked,” after a while and sitting around and doing nothing you and Bucky decided to make some type of shelter. 

“You think they’ll find us?” You questioned. 

“They have to. They’ll know somethings up when we don’t come back,” Bucky finished putting together a leaf type hut and was now getting wood for a fire. 

“What are we going to do?” 

“There’s nothing to do. We gotta wait it out and hope they’ll come looking for us,” Bucky sighed and hauled over some wood from fallen tree branches. 

You could only hope Tony and the team would come looking for you. Neither you or Bucky had an idea of how long you’ve been on the island. Clearly not long enough that neither of your starved, but still there was no matter is finding out when someone would rescue you. 

—

One week missing

“Buckyyyyyyy,” you groaned irritably, “I’m so hot and so hungryyyy.”

It had been over one week since you both fell overboard. No one had come to rescue you yet  and your were becoming impatient. 

“I told you that if you’re so hot to rip that fucking dress and make it shorter,” Bucky grumbled. 

Bucky had been done with your shit by now. The days and nights were so unbearably hot that you both were losing your minds. Bucky had ripped up his suit into shorts a wore a t-shirt under his suit. It wasn’t much but it had to do. 

“But I can’t! Natasha will kill me if I rip her dress,” you whined for the millionth time. 

“The heat’s gonna kill you before she does,” you gasped at Bucky’s rude comment. 

“Don’t say that. Don’t say we’re gonna die out here!” 

“I’m not gonna die but you will if you don’t rip the fuck dress,” Bucky’s voice grew louder. You’d be damned if you had to rip this dress. 

“Buckyyy,” you whined his name again. 

“WHAT!” Bucky yelled in irritation causing you to shift back from where you were sitting. 

“I’m hot,” you really were driving him and yourself stir crazy. 

“I can’t fucking stand this shit. C’mere,” Bucky lunges towards you and you tried to scramble away. He was fast and grabbed your ankle. 

“Aww you’re hot sweetheart? Lemme fix that,” he grabbed the gown at the bottom and tore a big slit. It was torn all the way up your thigh. It showed everything and nothing at the same time. 

You tried to kick him off but he worked too fast. Bucky made his way towards the middle of the dress and ripped right below where your breasts were. He easily made the expensive gown a shitty slit skirt and a crop top. Sure, it felt a little cooler, but now you almost felt naked in front of your co-worker. 

“The next time I hear you complaining I won’t hesitate to rip that outfit to shreds,” you choked back a gasp as Bucky got up and made his way to get more firewood. You almost missed the hint of lust in his eyes

—

Two weeks missing 

Your body was dirty, your stomach barely filled, and damn it it was getting more and more hot as the seconds ticked away. You starts to lose hope that anyone would come looking for you and Bucky. Speaking of, Bucky was becoming more and more irritated with each passing day. 

His words to you were clipped responses or inaudible grunts. You were almost afraid to ask him a question in fear that he would kill you. Of course he wouldn’t, but you didn’t want to hear him yelling at you anymore. 

Night had fallen and the bugs started to come out. Icky mosquitos leaving scratchy bite marks all over both your skin. Bucky would slap a few on himself every so often, but you kept scratching away. 

“Stop doing that,” Bucky spoke as you dig your too long nails into your skin, “you’re gonna bleed from all that scratching.”

“I can’t, it’s so itchy. How am I suppose to get them to stop?”

“There’s a hot spring a little ways into the woods, I can show you and you can shower off,” he tried to be nice, but his irritably was peaking through. 

“Ew gross, you bathed in there too,” you didn’t want to get naked on this island, hell with how Bucky’s been acting who knows what he might do if he saw you naked. 

“So I’m gross now? After all I’ve been doing for you? You think I’m gross,” Bucky’s eyes narrowed in on you. 

“It’s just, you used that spring too, so isn’t that like contaminated?” You tried your best to put the words nicely but Bucky wasn’t having it. 

Bucky chuckled, “I can’t believe this. I gave us a shelter, I’ve been busting my ass to get you food, fuck I even dived into the fucking ocean to save your ass. And you,” he seethed, “you—you are so fucking ungrateful and I’ve just about HAD IT!” 

You froze in your spot as Bucky yelled at you. Tears were brimming your eyes as you tried not to let them fall. He was right, you have been acting a little bratty, but you chalked it up to blame on minimal food and heat distress. 

A tear spilled from your eye and you looked down to wipe it away. The last thing you wanted was for Bucky to see you cry. What you didn’t realize, was that Bucky made his way over to with hatred in his eyes. 

In one swift motion, Bucky grabbed you by your knotty hair and positioned you across his lap. Your eyes widened as you began to kick and push yourself away. You only stopped when Bucky laid a smack on your ass. 

“Stop moving,” Bucky spanked you again. 

“I’ve been nothing but kind to you and this is how I get treated,” *smack*, “given you shelter,”  *smack*, “food,”  *smack*, “would it be too hard to get a simple THANK,”  *smack*, “YOU,”  *smack*. 

Bucky assaulted your bottom five more times before he heard you crying. He pushing you off of him and you laid face down in the sand. He brushed off your cries and walked past you. 

“C’mon let’s get to bed. If I so much as hear a sniffle your ass will be redder than a sun burn,” Bucky sauntered into the hut leaving you in the sand to collect yourself. 

—

Three weeks missing 

You avoided Bucky like the plague. The only time you would see him was when you went to bed. He left you your food for the day but you ate it long after he went to sleep. It was a good system, for you at least. All that was on your mind was forming a plan out of here. 

The day was no hotter than the last, if not more. You ended up tearing off more of the gown and made a short skirt for yourself. The only problem was the little slit but you didn’t care. It’s not like anybody was going to be looking, or touching there, anyways. 

That’s another thing you were mad about. Almost a month since you got stranded and you were feeling deprived of touch. You wouldn’t dare touch yourself with Bucky sleeping next to you, and sadly your discreet toy was hidden away in your suitcase. It was probably tossed overboard so the ship wouldn’t be held responsible.

You gnawed at the tiny wet sensation between your legs. You wouldn’t be lying if Bucky’s half naked form wasn’t turning you on. Oh, and getting spanked had you withering a little during the nights. You longed to find some sexy guy on the cruise that would fuck your brains out. Sure, Bucky isn’t ugly, but he is your co-worker and you don’t like mixing business and pleasure. 

“FUCK, Y/N!” You heard a scream coming from the woods. 

“Y/N, HELP ME PLEASE!” You ran towards where the screams were coming from. 

You saw Bucky stumble out of the woods. His shirt was off and only a pair of boxers on. Bucky was grabbing his thigh which was dripping blood. 

“Oh my god, Bucky what happened!” 

“I was bathing in the fucking hot spring and when I got out this stupid fucking snake fucking bit my fucking thigh,” he was curing up a storm and clenching his jaw hard. 

“Was it poisonous?” 

“Y/N, I don’t know, but if it is then you need to suck the poison out,” Bucky started to lose his balance. You held him up but he kept sinking down. 

“Please, I’m sorry, help me,” Bucky has tears in his eyes and was shaking. 

“Okay, okay I’ll help you,” you knelt down to where to bite was and put your lips to his thigh. 

Bucky gasped as you lightly started to suck. Once you thought you had a good amount you spit it off to the side. You put your lips back and sucked vigorously. Bucky felt himself growing hard and tried to maintain it. 

You weren’t paying much attention to the main above you. He was tending up and you had minimal time get as much poison out of him, depending if he had any or not. You heard Bucky gasping above you but ignored him. He loosened up a bit and put his hand in your hair. He stroked it a little as you tried to pull away to spit more poison out. Then, he stopped you. 

“That’s enough, baby. I think you got it,” you were still faced with his thigh until you slowly began to look up. He was hard. Very hard. His boxers had a tiny wet spot on this and he was trying to contain himself. 

“I-I could go if you-“

“No,” Bucky finally looked down at you, “your good with your mouth aren’t you, sweetheart?” 

You blushed furiously and looked away. Bucky’s fingers tilted your chin up towards him. 

“Don’t be shy now,” he paused, “fuck I really wanna kiss you,” Bucky licked his lips and eyes you up and down. 

“Then why don’t you?” Your voice spoke before your brain could process anything. 

“Come down here sweetheart,” your body was vibrating with ecstasy and excitement. 

You slowly crawled up to him and planted your lower body in between the leg that wasn’t bitten. You laid on top of him and stared at him for a moment. The moment lasted to long for Bucky’s liking and he grabbed the back of your head and pulled you forward. 

Your lips met with a crash. The kiss was opened mouthed and sloppy. The exposed parts of your warm bodies was enough to send a pool into your panties. Bucky moaned deeply into the kiss. He tried pulling you even closer.

Your mind was swirling around in lustful thoughts. It almost didn’t register to you the way you ground down on his thigh. You both moaned. Bucky urged you on with his hand firmly on the small of your back. 

You started to grind harder and slower wanting to savor it all. Bucky finally broke the miss and you both gasped for air. You kept your forehead pressed against his. 

“Baby, let me touch you,” he rasped out. 

“B-but it feels s’good,” you moaned getting wetter by the second. 

“I’ll make it feel even better, princess.”

You begrudgingly rolled on to your back beside Bucky. Bucky careful got on his side and looked you up and down. He groaned and licked his lips taking you in. Slowly he removed your top. 

“Think you can get the rest off for me, honey?” You shook your head and rapidly pulled off the mini skirt and your panties. 

Bucky was hard as a rock and began to slowly palm himself through his boxers. You removed his hand and palmed him yourself. Bucky trialed a hand down your body all the way to your aching pussy. 

“So wet, did I make you this wet, honey?” You bit your lip and shook your head. You began palming him faster. 

“As much as I enjoy this I think he would like skin to skin contact,” you eyes widened more as Bucky began to circle your sweet little nub. 

You dipped your hand under his boxers. He was big, really fucking big, and he was leaking from the tip. You started to stroke him slowly and firmly. Bucky made quick work and started rubbing around your mound. 

He dipped a finger in and you gasped loudly. Bucky smirked and began his work. Quick thrusts in and out making the most beautiful squelching sounds you both ever heard of. The stimulation was setting you into overdrive as your stroked him faster. 

 “Princess,” you moaned out, “you’re soaking daddy’s fingers,” Bucky stopped all movement and looked up at you. You seemed unfazed and still withering in pleasure. Of course, you thought that by stopping movement he wanted a response, what you didn’t know was that he had just outed himself and his secret kink. 

“M’sorry daddy. I-I just like it so much,” little whimpers left your throat as you thrusted yourself on his fingers. Bucky was shocked that you responded but had no intentions of stopping you from fucking yourself on his fingers. 

“It’s okay baby, daddy likes it so much too,” Bucky picked you his motioned as a fast pace. 

You stopped stroking him due to the amount of pleasure you were receiving. He was like a jack rabbit thumping in and out of you. He then pulled his finger out of you completely. His big palm rubbed you all over. From clit to pussy you were drenched in your own arousal. 

“Gotta get you wet, gotta get you ready for daddy’s thick cock,” Bucky was a madman on a mission.

Your orgasm hit you like a bullet. You arched your back and screamed Bucky’s name. By the time you came down from your high your pretty sure your soul left your body. 

“Don’t think we are done just yet, princess.” 

—

Four weeks missing 

“FUCK, DADDY!” You screamed out as Bucky fucked you harshly against the tree. 

Ever since the snake bite incident, you and Bucky has been non stop fucking. Turns out you both needed to burn off that heat distress and having sex repeatedly was the way to do it. 

Morning, noon, and night Bucky had you on top of, under, ass up, mouth on, and sometimes back to, at all times. His cock became your new favorite seat. You two wouldn’t go anywhere without each other. Even while you were eating or bathing his cock stayed planted in you at all times. The days were hot but the night got cool after some intensive “exercise”. 

Now here you are, bare naked up against a tree getting pounded by your co-worker. Or were you technically lovers now? Doesn’t matter, all that matters is you cumming. 

“C’mon baby, let it out. Let it all out for daddy, baby,” after that day Bucky wouldn’t be Bucky anymore. You were always princess, honey, sweetheart, or baby. Bucky would always be daddy. 

You did slip up your third time fucking the first night by calling him Bucky. He growled and pulled out of you and spanked you till your ass was cherry red. You liked it and he liked it. It was like the pleasure you’ve both been dreaming of. 

“Fuck, I’m gonna ugh I’m gonna fucking explode in this pussy, honey. Would you like that? This little pussy fucking flooded in my cum. Say it baby, say you want my cum,” Bucky then laid you back on a giant rock and fucked you harder. 

“Daddy I want your cum. I want your cum in me and I want it all over me. Fuck daddy please please PLEASE!” You screamed out as you came again. 

Bucky moaned as he released into you. Give him five more minutes and he’ll be ready to go again. He was determined to make you body full of his cum. 

“Turn around baby, let’s see that gorgeous ass.”

—

“There,” Steve shouted over the radar.

“What? Did you find something?” Wanda ran over to where Steve was sitting. 

“I think I gotta hit on Bucky’s signal! Maybe Y/N is there with him?” Steve says. 

“We can only hope. Thank god Tony put that tracker in Bucky’s arm. We would’ve never found them,” Wanda says looking at the radar. 

“Hey if you want I can get a camera down there to see if they are there. Better we know now and not just see a random metal arm sticking out of the sand,” Wanda and Steve shot Clint a death glare. 

“Geez tough room. Okay sending a camera down,” Clint maneuvers the little drone camera to where Bucky’s signal is pinging from. 

Slowly the camera makes its way through the beachy landscape and into the wooded area of the island. There, the drone picks up two blurry figures. 

“Hey guys, I think I got something,” Clint calls Steve and Wanda over. 

“Is it them?”

“Maybe it’s a bear?” 

“Clint there are no bears on an island.” 

“Are they- are they naked?” Wanda’s eyes widen as the picture got clearer. 

“OH MY GOD MY EYES!” 

#bucky x reader #bucky fanfic #bucky barnes #bucky barnes smut #winter solider imagine #winter soldier #winter soldier one shot #james buchanan barnes #james barnes #bucky barnes x you #bucky barnes x y/n #james barnes smut #sebastian stan #sebastian stan smut #james buchanan bucky barnes #james buchanan #marvel one shot #bucky fic #winter soldier smut #bucky imagine #marvel imagine

[moonlightstars16]

Love’s Fated Moments

30 Days Connverse Challenge

Day 17 ~ Kisses

"Since the invention of the kiss, there have only been five kisses that were rated the most passionate, the most pure. This one left them all behind." ~ The Princess Bride

Ever since Steven and Connie met, it would seem fate had brought them together for a reason. Love strengthened their bond than no matter of human or gem could ever break. Even as they became best friends, the connection was an unstoppable force. Through ups and downs they went through it all. They had moments of sorrow, pain and even doubt. But they stayed beside one another always.

Connie remembered the first time she attempted to kiss him. Failing due to his magical healing powers restoring her eyesight. Thinking back on the matter, she wondered if he ever knew about her intentions. Lifting her hand to her cheek, she felt the familiar blush that permeated her smile.

His own cheeks were tinted as her's were. But his eyes were full of confusion and a soft glaze from his tears. Telling her the feelings he had at the time if he never got the same ability. What she said to him then still rang true to this day. He didn't need any powers to be there with her.

Sitting against the warm glass of their apartment's bay window, she wrapped her arms around her legs, knees to her chest as she rested her head. Recalling the moment she did finally kiss him. Not quite on the lips, yet, but his soft chubby cheek. It was quick, it was brief, it felt right. This was something she had been dying to do for a long time. Especially before leaving for about a month. Developing more than a childhood crush, but something much more meaningful. She could still feel his beating heart racing from hit all against her palm, right down to her fingertips.

Giggles emerged from within at the imagery of leaving him in shock as she raced down the stairs. Seeing the big smile on his face as he called out to her by the balcony. Her own smile widened at the mere thought, eyes shut tight. Suddenly sensing two protective arms slip around her waist. Lifting her up gently as he sat down and laid her on his lap.

"Whatcha thinking about strawberry?" Steven's voice whispering so gently against her ear.

"Oh nothing much...." Feeling his disappointing gaze from behind, obviously not satisfied with her answer, she sighed rolling her eyes. "Okay, I was thinking about the time I first kissed you."

"Ah now that's the tea I've been waiting for. I believe it went something like this." With a teasing tone, he stole a quick peck on her cheek just like she did once. He remembered the moment so well. Lifting his hand to where her lips touched and his other feeling where her hand laid. The widest smile only she could ever bring out of him. He began to admire her more and more so around that time. The feelings he soon couldn't deny much longer. It was such a sweet relief and surprise to know she had the same notion.

"Well I couldn't help it. You were taking forever to make a move."

"What do you mean?"

"Ugh are you really going to make me explain it?" Hearing nothing but silence she groaned and turned to face him more. "Call it intuition, a gut feeling, whatever, but I always thought you had like-liked me then. You know that I did."

"Yeah when you finally kissed me first."

"Which is exactly why I had to make my move!"

"Wait hold on, so you knew that I was already beginning to like you more? Why didn't you say anything?"

"Uh, I think I did." With a smirk, she pecked his lips with a hand above his heart. Pulling away as he shook his head chuckling. "Just. Like. That."

"Okay Miss Maheswaren you know what I meant." 

"Steven I was embarrassed to tell you. Nothing could ruin our friendship, but I was worried this was. Especially if my gut instinct was wrong."

"But you did take a chance....why the sudden-"

" 'Leap of Faith' so to speak? Well I had to know sooner or later. I wanted to know if my feelings were going to be reciprocated or not. The thought of not being able to know tore me apart inside. So I finally decided to gather all my courage and went for it."

"I'm glad you did Connie." Reaching up to caress her cheek, stroking his hand through her soft locks, repeating the process over and over. Loving the way she leaned into his touch. Eyes closed as a content expression revealed her love for what he as doing as she sighed. Gazing upon her serene state, he remembered when it was her second kiss that saved his life.

Well along with his other family and friends showing him love too. Physically he felt everything his monstrous form did. Vision blurry as he tried to get away, tried to push everyone away, and almost hurting them in the process. Inside he was drowning in darkness. The familiar voices touched his very soul. He felt their loving embrace all over.

Garnet in her giant form, Lapis, Pearl, Amethyst, his dad, Bismuth, Peridot, heck even the Diamonds, Spinel and the Cluster. And then he felt her, the light was becoming brighter and brighter that he could see them all more clearly. Especially Connie, A portal opening as she leapt off Lion's back and landed right upon his monstrous face. Coming closer and closer as she hugged him close. Telling him they were never going away. Their love for him will never die.

"You know what? I may not have your powers, but...."

Then he felt it. Her kiss. The one that touched right through his heart. He felt everyone's love for him. All his family and friends. But it was her's that sealed the deal. That last bit of reassurance to know that it was all going to be okay. Their connection reformed once more.

"Connie?"

"Hmm?"

"For all that it's worth, you did have healing powers that day."

"What?" Looking up with a raised brow he chuckled.

"When you kiss me. Even as a monster you showed me what love is. Or at the very least reminded me of it." It took her a second to register but her eyes soon widened in remembrance.

"I only spoke what was true." She whispered before pulling him into her arms. Letting his head lay on her shoulder. Both in thought of the that memory from a couple years ago. He was crying healing tears for the first time. A bright light emerged as everyone magically shifted from where they were embracing him, to inside the clusters large formed palm. Pearl brought out a large blue blanket from her stored items. Wrapping it around him as he reformed back into his old self.

They all stood back a little for him to get fresh air. Watching as he awoke from it all. Feeling her gentle hand brush away his tears. Connie did so again when she felt them on his shoulder. The memory was painful but the sorrow that came from it lessened much more.

Especially since Steven finally let out all what he pent up in a cathartic cry against Lion's main. Who had hugged him licked him as his way of showing love. It was good he was there because he needed one thing to focus on with everyone around him. 

Lifting up his head he lifted his hand against her cheek once more. One glance and they knew what the other was thinking. There first, real kiss. Not on the cheek, not through scales. And it was his turn to make the first move.

They were talking on the balcony. Laughing and having a great time. Just like long ago when they were eating biscuits and jam while playing music together. Like they were reading/listening to the stories in a book. Like they were going on adventures with Lion. They were truly Jam Buds once more.

Now they had talked about the proposal in depth. Both sides telling why they did what they did. Soon coming to and understanding about it. Of course they ended that conversation with a joke to ease off any remaining tension. Then while their laughter faded away from the moment, He reached out and placed a hand on her cheek. They leaned closer as he pressed his lips on hers. Feeling her comply without hesitation. It was slow, it was soft, it was an innocent first kiss.

Pulling back Connie sighed and rested her head on his shoulder. His head laid on top if hers as they reminisced in the memory of their first. It was the kind of kiss they said goodbye too when on the beach before he left for the world. With constant visits from Connie from time to time during the trip.

During which they did so more often. Innocent and slow but oh so satisfying. Not just on the lips, but on the ear, neck, cheek, almost everywhere one would think of kissing when it came to PDA. Even in private. Teasing each other as they continue to grow more within there relationship.

When he heard she got into her dream college, they celebrated with dinner, a fun walk in a nearby forest and ended with a kiss so intense they couldn't believe it was them who did it. This took them to a new level of ecstasy. They were laying against the sheets sprawled across the van.

The seats folded downwards so there was enough room for a makeshift bed. Cuddling closer from the cold midnight air as he became their personal heater with his magic. Especially for his beloved Connie whose skin felt like she was freezing. Shivering from the cooler temperatures, he laid his jacket over both of them.

After awhile both were caught up in conversations of different topics. The future, what was happening now in the world and "meaningless" stuff like how many licks does it take to get to the center of a loli-pop. Which Steven replied as 207 if it's the swirly rainbow kind, original sized. Connie laughed and didn't even question it. Well not seriously at least, she was curious how exactly he came to that conclusion. He admitted it was an hour of many licks and many tallies. Afterwords he needed loads of water.

There was no build-up(recently so), no spoken words about it, just both having a single look in each others eyes and instantly they knew. Getting closer, their lips touched like before, only this time they became even closer. His tongue slid against the bottom of her lips seeking entry, she widened her lips more so they could deepen the kiss. Breathing so heavy that they gasped for air briefly before going back. At one point he had kissed down her neck. Sucking at the nape as she moaned and ran her fingers through his thick curls.

Of course, they didn't go much further yet. But that moment introduced the possibilities that laid before them. So much that they soon laid boundaries they each respected. Neither one of them ready for what was to come. At least not until after she graduated college of course. Those memories made them blush so hard that they couldn't even look at each other, but hands were locked every time. For awhile at least.

Now they didn't care. Lips locked once more, Steven felt one hand down her skirt and over her right bum, with only the thin lace garment separating the two. Though that hardly mattered as he felt the heat on her skin. His other hand running up her shirt and laid two fingers just underneath the hem of her bra. She slid her hands under his shirt, caressing his bare and soft chest and stomach.

"I love you so much, my Strawberry."

"I love you too, my Biscuit."

They stayed like that for awhile at the bay window. The night sky filled with stars as there view also overlooked some of the city. Being safe and protected within each other's embrace. Giving there all in that moment to one another.

These kisses helped to shape their love. The almost, the deep crush, the healing, the innocent and the most passionate. But for them the most important one of all was them kissing together. Past, the here and now and in the future they would live in, side by side.

#steven universe #steven universe future #connie maheswaran #connverse #steven and connie #stevenxconnie #day 17

[fuzzydemolitionsquad]

The Tractor

                                                   Part   1

A rusty GNK droid plodded across the farmstead’s dirt yard, its pace much slower than its maker had programmed it to be.

It was morning. The sun had just peeked over the humped ridges of evergreen trees in the distance. The air was already beginning to warm and the humidity was high.

The GNK tried to ignore the condensation building on its circuit boards. It made a deep gonking groan and tilted its boxy body toward the sky. How dreary it was to waddle around a farm, looking for something in need of power.

Why couldn’t I have been a spaceship, a sleek X-wing, or a roaring TIE? The sky beckoned. The GNK moaned sadly .

Its dream suddenly ceased to be when a circuit in its electronic brain crackled. Sense of duty restored, the GNK marched toward a shed containing the chooken brooder. There, behind a wall of woven wire, a passel of fuzzy, powder-blue chicks snuggled together. The cord to their heater box had come loose, pulled out by a pesky varmint who chewed it to a fray . The GNK  plugged a pronged service arm into the box and powered down to fifty-percent so that it could rest.

And dream.

Pa Trodd stepped out of the farmhouse’s door and stood on the porch drinking his morning caf. He snapped his suspenders and looked at the large and formidable anooba laying upside down on her back and staring back at him.

“ Whadda yew say ol’ Gracie. . . wanna hep me till that quarter acre fer ma’s garden?”

Gracie’s tail thumped the porch’s wood planking so hard it raised a ferocious cloud of dust. The anooba stood up and stretched and trotted over to where pa was standing.

“Dat’s my girl.” The lasat thumped her side and scratched her ears.”When we done ahl gives ya a nice big soup bone anna plate a kalgow jowls for breakfast. Howzzat sound?”

The anooba's brushy black and tan mane quivered. Pa stepped off the porch, slapped his thigh and whistled. Gracie galloped to his side,  her tongue lolling and her great jaws clacking. She gently took his wrist into her mouth and followed him to the barn where the old tractor sat.

                                                                **

Zeb Orrelios opened his eyes, stared up at the ceiling and smiled. He was back home.

It wasn’t that he didn’t love the barracks at the academy–on the contrary–all of his best mates were there. He chuckled as he thought of serious Geezer who–didn’t look like it– but had connections to the owners of every dive cantina and strip parlor in the Capitol.

Zeb checked his chrono on the nightstand and jumped out of bed. The delicious aroma of   bacon and maize-bread, fried eggs and beans tugged at his nostrils like a farmer leading a hammerhead bull by the nose-ring. Being away on leave meant ma’s home cooking and lots of it. It wasn’t uncommon for Zeb to put on  fifteen or twenty pounds during his stays with his family. Of course, it was all converted to muscle. Zeb  thought of the academy.  If it was one thing he didn’t like there, it was Private Rrazchow’s breakfast special, a plate of jellied meat chunks floating in greasy gravy and served on a couple pieces of stone-dry bread. Zeb and his mates affectionately referred to the entree as ‘dung on a raft.’

Zeb looked into the full length mirror and couldn’t help but smile. His stripes were growing a deeper purple, a nice contrast to the pale lavender of his base coat. His beard was darker too, and  a lot thicker than it was the last time he was home.

“Looking good.” He pointed into the mirror with both index fingers and made a clicking sound with his tongue. Pulling on a pair of skivvies he grabbed his scrub brush and towel and headed to the wash room to pump water into the round wooden tub he had taken baths in when he was a child. It seemed so big back then, a veritable ocean. Now he couldn’t even stretch out his legs.

Ma Trodd served up plates of bacon, beans and bread then padded back to the stove to pick up a huge iron skillet full of sputtering eggs. She went around the table, neatly plopping two eggs on every plate.

Jax rolled his eyes and slammed his elbows down on the table. “Aww ma, yew know I like mah aigs on m’ beans! Now there’s yolk all over the maize-bread!”

“Land-a-muddlin’ Jax!” Ma put her furry hand on her hip. “Yew done act like I kilt yer best friend. They’s a lot worse thangs happ’nin in thee universe then aigs a’leakin’ on bread!”

“I’m sorry ma. Didn’t mean t’ get yew riled.”

“She’s not riled.” Sister Sal said, cutting a dainty slice of egg with the side of her fork. “She’s worried. Mizz Yogg  was telling her about the Coruscant emperor. He’s got six more planets under his belt.”

Brother Muss wrinkled his snubby nose. “Huh? Whadda yew mean, sis?”

“He stole them. Not fair and not square.”

“How do you steal a planet?”

“With a lot of guns.” Puggles grunted through a mouthful of breakfast. Egg yolk glistened in his shaggy beard.

Sally nodded her head. “It’s true. Unfortunately.”

Ma’s yellow eyes flashed with fear. “ Some people is fightin’ back. Mercy. There might be another Clone Wars round thee corner.”

“Ain’t no Jedi left t’ fight um.” Brother Jimbo said, subdued, a sweating beer can held to his forehead. He hadn’t touched his breakfast. The hangover he was fighting demanded some hair-of the bantha first.

Sister Shoog changed the subject. “ I shore wish cuzzin Zeb could stay longer. He’s only got two more days, and he promised to take me to the fair.”

“Cuzzin Zeb never breaks his promises.” Said Muss.

“CuZzIn ZeB NEEEEEVER BreAKs his PrOmiSes. . . Puggles said in a wheedly, exaggerated voice, his face puckered like a dried korbapple.

“Did I hear my name?” Zeb said from the foot of the staircase. He hopped down and entered the kitchen.

Ma beamed. “ Bout’ time yew got up! Sit at the table. I’ll git yer vittles ready. Did you sleep well?”

“I slept like Firuz in his tomb.” Zeb  said, rubbing his hands together in anticipation of his breakfast.  Maybe tomorrow ma would make her special spawffles and needle tree syrup. He was about to tuck his napkin into the front of his shirt when-

“Hey, did you all hear something?”

“ Like what?”

Like bellowing. Sounds like the Lunx’s  bull got out of his pen again.”

There was a stamping of feet out on the porch. Older sister Hallie opened the front door and hurried inside. She set her basket of herbs on the table and started to pour herself a cup of caf.

“ Pa’s out in the field and he’s cussin’ up a dust storm. I mean, worse then usual.”

“ Ma clutched her apron. “Goodness child! D’yuh think he’s a’right?”

“I asked him, but he jus’ kept on a hollerin’ and   carrying on. I think the tractor musta broke down or sumthin’.”

“Great an’ benev-lent Bearded One.” Ma groaned as she served  Zeb his breakfast. “I’m  gonna hear ‘bout this til thee end a’ days…Jimbo, Jax,  go see what’s goin’ on, woudja dears?”

Jimbo looked up. His yellow-orange eyes were rimmed with red. “ Ma! I jus found out mah girl is courtin’ another he-male! I cain’t take pa’s bellyachin’ right now. I’m too e-moshan-lee com-pree-mized!”

Shoog  rolled her eyes.

Ma looked at Jax, who panicked.

“I’m late for mah sparrin’ practice!”  The blotch-coated lasat rose from his chair and threw his napkin on his plate.

“Now where’s mah boxin’ gloves at?” Jax ran from the kitchen.

Zeb forked his food between two pieces of maize-bread, making a giant to-go sandwich. He  scooted his chair back and grabbed Puggles by his scrawny wrist.

“Let’s go help pa!”

“Help Pa? Is yew crazy? He’ll tie me into a Mon Calamari sailor knot fer intrudin’ on his bad mood!”

“ Not if we solve his problem.”

Pa raged. He pounded on the tractor’s hood and stamped the turf beneath his feet, turning it  into a large patch of dark dirt. Gracie sat on her makeshift perch next to the tractor’s seat, grinning and panting, her tongue darting in and out of her mouth. Every time a fist came close she attempted to give it a sloppy kiss.

“ WHAT IN CONSARN-A-SHUN IZ WRONG WID YEW, YEH BLASTED CONTRAPTION!!!???”

“TAR-BUBBLIN’ LAZYBUMP SONNAVA JUGHEADED PLEASURE DROID!!!”

“ POCKMARKED’ PISSENGINE!!

“CHEAP PIECE A’ RUSTED RUIN!!”

“DROIDSON BATTERYDOOKER!!!”

“Do you kiss ma with that mouth?”

Rufus Trodd whirled around. He saw his beloved nephew standing there, smiling, his demeanor as calm as a boodle bug floating on the surface of a still pond.

“She would faint if she heard you cursing like that.”

Pa’s giant mitt batted at the air. “ Aww. Not now Zebidiah. I’m inna awful gaumy stew.”

Puggles stepped out from behind his brave younger cousin.

Looky here pa, I brang yeh a nice cold one! I thanked yew could use it.”

The mammoth  lasat grabbed the offered six pack of beer, cracked each can open with machine-like speed and poured six streams of  golden brew into his cavernous mouth. He wiped  the stray foam from his mane and belched.

“Thanks son. Remind me not t’ call yew an ijit next time yew piss me off.”

Zeb approached the tractor. He ran his hands over three, still-warm engine cowls and sniffed the turbines and jet ports. “What’s going on with her?”

“She were running fine, then all of a sudden, she starts a’shaking and a sputterin’. Den the jets got all quiet-like. How did I blow up three engines? That tiller I’m towin' behind her don’t weigh that much. Hells, I towed a big ol’ howler-barr to thee taxidermist with dis here tractor. ”

Zeb scratched his head. “Was there any smoke?”

Pa thrust out his thick lower lip and tapped one of his fangs. “Now thet I think about it. . . not a hole lot. Jus’ a little puffin’ out from under thee hood.”

“Ah-ha. Pop the hood Puggles.”

The little lasat obeyed and the tractor’s  boxy mouth opened with a ‘TUMP’ Zeb raised the hood, looked inside and saw the problem immediately.

“It’s not the engines, pa. It’s your injector cylinder. Are you running super-lean Kashyyk oil in her?”

“Shore as dust I am!”

“Well, it must be  clogged with dirt. The guy you bought this from should have changed it before he sold it.”

Pa snorted. “Figures.”

Zeb changed the subject. He patted the old Agri-Hover. You know, inside, these tractors are almost identical to the inside of the tanks in the royal army. They really ARE well made. Let’s pull the injector and Puggles and I will go into town and get a new one.”

Pa looked resigned to his fate of plowing the field by himself. Why did he sell that good team of muley-tauns? They weren’t that long in the tooth.

“Payday’s not fer six more days. I don’ wanna ask ma t’ dip into her savings. She ain’t got that much anyway.”

Zeb grabbed Puggles by the ear and tugged him away’t so pa couldn’t hear.

“I have some extra pay this cycle.” He whispered.

“Must be nice.” Puggles' gold eyes flashed orange. “I cain’t even afford a lil’ teeny-eeny far-cracker or a pack a smokes.”

Zeb crossed his striped arms. “First of all, you shouldn’t be smoking. It’s bad for you. Second, you’re a liar. I know for a fact Hallie gave you credits for cleaning her shed. You put them in your. . . ahem, ‘detonite fund account.’”

The little lasat was incensed. He balled his bony fists and put them up, taking a fighting stance.

“I otta whup the green right outtta yer eyes yuh sucklin’-cub!! Of all thee indig-nitities! Called a larr by m’ little cuzzin!!!! Y’ain’t got the manners of that bitch anoobie over there! Come on, git yer dukes up!”

Zeb rolled his eyes and bit his lip. “ Not again.”

The young lasat was turning out to be a rather large and honorable soldier. One befitting of admiration and praise. How much longer was he going to allow his belligerent cousin to talk to him this way? Zeb sighed. A lasat couldn’t choose his family or the members within, but if he could have chosen, he would have picked what he already had,  the hard-working and sometimes crude,  spiritual, salt-of -Lasan Trodds.

“Alright you little a-hole. I’m sorry I called you a liar.  Do you have any creds you can spare? Any at all?”

Puggles put his fists down. He retrieved a toothpick from his pocket and wedged it between his crooked incisors. He made a sucking sound with his teeth.

“Maybe. . .”

#Zeb Orrilios #star wars fanfic #rebels themed I guess #Puggles trodd #no he ain't dead

[milky-writes]

Note In My Pocket

Summary:  As he fell forward into his bed the alcohol buzzing and the warmth knocking him out almost instantly, completely missing the cute little note sticking out of his pocket with Jaehwan’s number and a “you’re cute! Text me soon!”

Characters: Wonshik x Jaehwan, OCs

Written For: @animeotakupooh

Written By: TBA

A/N -  For Pooja, ily and I hope you like this!

-

Wonshik likes his holidays. It’s the one time he gets to go home and spend time with his parents. He likes the drive across the country to reach Seoul to his peaceful home and warm greeting from his family. He loves the hot cocoa nights with his sister and the Christmas dinners where his mother outdoes herself almost every year.

Mostly he loves how intimate the holidays are. Just him, his family, and his two dogs - Butt and Dick (real name Richard, but he knew exactly what he was doing naming his Jindo). That was exactly what he had in mind when he drove down this year, half expecting the fire ablaze and cuddly warm sweaters ready. What he wasn’t expecting was his mother shoving him into a new coat and dragging him out to dinner to meet Lee Kukhui,  his “father’s best friend”.

“They used to play soccer together as children,” she chuckled, pulling her coat closer to herself.

“I’ve never heard of this person to be honest,” Wonshik mumbled to, Jiwon,  his sister who shrugged.

“You know how dad gets about his childhood friends, they’re all his best friends that we’ve never heard of…” she whispered making him bite back his laughter as he clambered into the car behind her.

“They’re joining us for dinner tomorrow! He has three wonderful sons! But I think two of the youngest will be joining us.”

“Oh, have you met his family?” Wonshik’s mother chimed in, tugging her seatbelt in place. His father turned the heater up and they sat there fore a few moments, waiting for the car to warm up.

“Nope!” he replied brightly.

“So how do you know they’re wonderful?”  Jiwon asked smugly.

“Cause they’re his children.”

“Odd logic, but alright,” Wonshik sighed. He was too exhausted for social interaction. It just wasn’t his cup of tea. He was intended on spending the evening in his sweats, curled between his two dogs binge eating whatever had been made for dinner. Not meeting his father’s beloved childhood friend who had come in from some odd place abroad (he wasn’t really paying attention as to where). But as the car lurched forwards in the cold, he realized there really wasn’t much he could do about it.

Except remain stoically silent while he was introduced to a family of men with alarmingly large noses and a sweet charming woman who began conversing with his mother and sister nearly instantly. He looked up at the siblings; the elder partaking in whispered conversations with the two fathers. Wonshik found himself face to face with Jaehwan, the youngest sibling who looked shiftily at all the conversations taking place.

Wonshik looked around. It was one of those cosy traditional Korean restaurants with warm brown cushioned seats and yellow glowing lights and the eight of the crammed together at a table, which was fantastic in this weather. Wonshik found himself humming in exhaustion, he felt terribly sleepy as he slumped closer to Jiwon who nudged him off.

“It’s been ages since I’ve eaten good old traditional stuff,” he grunted, going through the menu as Jaehwan flashed Wonshik a smile. Wonshik tried to respond to it with one of his own but it was interrupted by a yawn that fought its way up his throat and Jaehwan’s smile dropped before his eyes shifted around to everyone else at the table, accepting a menu from Wonshik’s mother with a smile.

Wonshik was oddly taken by the smile.

“So…” Jaehwan turned back to Wonshik “what do you do for work?”

Wonshik’s work was…complicated to say the least. He spent a lot of times working as a music producer for large groups under a pseudonym. Most of the time, he was required to not tell anyone about the kind of projects he was working on, non-disclosures and such.

“Uh, I’m in the music industry…” he replied vaguely, and Jaehwan’s eyes lit up. Wonshik found the way his eyes shone were very attractive.

“I love music, but I don’t know very much about it, do tell me more about it! What projects are you working on?” Jaehwan chirped as Wonshik tried to pull his thoughts together.

“Oh, uh, just some…recording work and such?” Wonshik replied, trying to shut down all questions about his workplace. He had a project going on and currently nothing could be said. Jaehwan’s pursed his lips.

The rest of the evening was uneventful. Jaehwan stopped all attempts to converse with Wonshik. Wonshik on the other hand just kept getting increasingly sleepy and grumpy as the night went on. Conversation around him were a buzz as the alcohol levels in the group slowly increased.

He snoozed through most of it, eyes blurrily focusing on the man in front of him. His skin was glowing and his pink lips pulled up in a crooked smile. It was cute.

___________________

Wonshik watched his mother and sister whip up a whole storm for the arrival of the Lees. Wonshik had promptly been thrown out of the kitchen as all his previous attempts to help in there had resulted in a disaster.

“Maybe this time you could actually speak to their sons? You were really rude the last time.” his mother frowned as Wonshik shook his head.

“I had driven across the country, what I was, was sleepy.”

“And drunk.” Jiwon added.

“I’ll try and do better tonight.” he mumbled, rummaging around the refrigerator before being thrown out of the kitchen for being noisy and distracting. Wonshik retreated into his room to get some work done before the guests arrived. Butt and Dick were curled up by his desk. Popping his headphones on, he violently shook the desktop mouse to get the system awake. Soon he was immersed in the beats missing out the loud entry of the Lees.

The door creaked open and the crack of light on the wall made Wonshik turn around and gape at Jaehwan who shot him an awkward smile.

“Uh, this is not the bathroom.”

Except all Wonshik could see was the way his mouth was moving. He blinked as Jaehwan tilted his head, face morphing into shock as the two dogs tackled him to the ground. Wonshik gaped, taking his headphones off watching Jaehwan giggle as the two dogs lavished him with affection.

“Uh…that’s Butt, and Dick…”

“What?” Jaehwan blinked, feeling terribly awkward sitting there. While he had initially ventured down the corridor to find the toilet, he found great entertainment in the dogs “Butt”’ and “Dick”. Wonshik, flicked his hair back and glanced at Jaehwan playing with Dick, who seemed to quite like Jaehwan.

“Uh, yeah. Butt, cause he’s cute. And Dick is short for Richard.”

“I’m sure,” Jaehwan snorted as Wonshik bit his lip. Jaehwan was supremely cute and it was making Wonshik feel…things “actually, I was searching for the bathroom…and I turned up here instead.” he giggled when Butt licked his face.

“It’s across the hallway…”

“Ah, thanks!” Jaehwan grinned “your mum was yelling for you though, you should probably head down. You know how mums get during meals.” he winked, before exiting the room. Wonshik gaped, watching his two dogs follow the man out. He sighed, this dinner was going to be troublesome.

And it was, Jaehwan proved to be not just cute but incredibly charming, winning the hearts of everyone at home. Wonshik couldn’t stop staring, Jaehwan was witty, adorable, talented and never ran out of ways to entertain the tipsy group. Wonshik was beyond intrigued as he tried to ignore the knowing looks being shot at him by his sister.

“Pass the soju and stop planning your future married life with Jaehwan.” she whispered, as he nudged her before passing the soju over.

It was worse when they all sat down for hot cocoa, rather tipsy. Butt and Dick kept running around Jaehwan (who was surprisingly most sober) kept up with their energy, baby talking with them and rubbing their bellies before throwing a stray tennis ball for them. Wonshik gazed at Jaehwan, he looked terribly cute with his dogs.

What if Jaehwan and he adopted dogs together?

Wonshik frowned, his thoughts were wandering too far too quickly.  He cleared his throat and shook his head. Jaehwan turned around and looked at Wonshik who gazed back amused.

“What?! You have cute dogs alright?!” Jaehwan squealed

“I know,”Wonshik replied with a giant grin as he lazily picked up the ball and tossed it at Jaehwan who was immediately tackled by the two dogs.

Maybe Wonshik had a small crush.

Jaehwan looked up at him and smiled.

Okay, maybe a big crush.

Jaehwan gave him a giant hug as they left, hands rubbing up and down his back and if Wonshik was right (he could be wrong because he was so terribly drunk), he felt Jaehwan’s lips brush against his cheek. And when he stumbled back into his room later that night after the Lees had left, he mourned the possibility of not seeing Jaehwan again. More so for not taking his number in his drunken stupor. As he fell forward into his bed the alcohol buzzing and the warmth knocking him out almost instantly, completely missing the cute little note sticking out of his pocket with Jaehwan’s number and a “you’re cute! Text me soon!”

That gift  could wait till Christmas morning.

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[saintheartwing]

May the Force Be With You, Part Six

“6:45 express pulling into the station. You’re always on time!” 

Darth Raize smiled as she shook the poofy-but-grey-haired human’s hand. People on Nar Shadaa got their news primarily from fancy news stations that gave the major stories of the day via tele-vid stories. But those dealt with the major news of the day. When it came to more local stories, to the various boroughs of Nar Shadaa, there were smaller stations giving out newspads. You could get one for every single borough...along with a nice meal or snack or drink if you had the right station. 

And Darth Raize always came to the right fleet station. The high-powered hovertrains could get anywhere in the city within a matter of just a few minutes, faster than any hover vehicle. But you did have to put up with lots and lots of people crowded about, it could get ugly...it could SMELL ugly too. But Raize put up with it because at the end of her trip, after going out for an early morning run, she’d always return to the closest station to her and Furiosa’s home…

She’d return to Valentino. 

“Here.” He held up the datapad for her as the snow came down heavy and hard around her. “I made sure the datapads on the West Burough were EXTRA warm, right by the heater. And when I picked them up from the local distributor, I stuffed them under my coat to make them warm.” “You’re good to me, Valentino.” Raize said softly as she smiled back at him. Valentino had a rather big nose, but an even bigger smile, and a beefy, though somewhat tubby, body. 

“Hey, you and your girl cleaned up my neighborhood. Ain’t had a single mugging in three years since you came.” Valentino had insisted. “And you bring me cuisine!” 

“Salmon and capers quiche. You sure this is what you want?” She asked as she took out her little gift for the “newsstand man”. Valentino smiled as he took it.

“Absolutely. My wife Hali will raise hell cuz it raises my cholesterol, but, ah! I will die a happy and fat man.” He chortled. “Wish your daughter Nora luck on her finals for me. I can hardly believe she’s in her third year already.”

Valentino chuckled as he put the quiche away behind his countertop, the snow continuing to fall around him and his stand, and flopping onto Raize’s shoulders, even in her hooded robes. “Ah, the time flies so quickly when its not standing still. Oh, and uh, speaking of flying, I heard about that attempted attack on your tower from that ship. I can’t believe someone had the guts to try that!” He admitted. 

“Yeah, I know, it’s pretty shocking.” Raize admitted. “But we handled it alright.” 

Every day, she’d get a chance to talk to him. And she’d be lying if she said she didn’t enjoy it. 

“So this big monster, from what I heard, he smashed right through the building? How did you subdue it?” 

“Oh, we had to use both of our Jedi mind trick gifts. It wasn’t too difficult, the thing had a brain the size of a cannoli. I’m sorry I couldn’t be here yesterday. Furiosa had a touch of the flu, and I had to be there. She gave me the usual insistence. “My head hurts...my tummy hurts...my itty bitty widdle pinkies hurt”. And I just melted. I couldn’t go do patrols or go out on the town when she’s like that.” 

“Ahh, she needs more VITAMINS. You know, my wife could prescribe some, she IS a doctor…”

Valentino was a regular presence in her life. And a beloved one.

“They said the moon almost got blown up when the Mandalorians attacked! Can you believe we fought them off!?” “I know, I know, sometimes I don’t even believe we did it ourselves, it was touch and go. But you know, I want to do something nice for your news stand. You provide a great service to the neighborhood, and I thought you could use a hand rebuilding it, it’s gotten pretty beat up over the past couple of years.” 

Valentino was just always there. Always reliable. A constant. And people need constants in their life. 

“A child is a blessing, I tell you. Nora’s gonna be a mommy, can you believe it! I’M gonna be a grandpa! I hope one day you get blessed yourself. Maybe adopting?” 

“Oh, we’ve thought about it, honestly. It’s a great joy, I’ve heard.” “GREATEST joy, and greatest pain.” 

Then one day she’d noticed something.

“You sure you don’t want some? I can pick out the broccoli if you’d like.” “You’re a very good woman, Ms. Raize. No thank you. Gotta get to work. Don’t want a pink slip for the new year, y’know?” “Okay. But...are you alright? You look...troubled.” 

“...I’m fine, really, Ms. Raize. I’m fine.” 

And then, the next day...he wasn’t there. And the day after that. And the day after THAT. And then…

“Excuse me, where’s Mr. Valentino?” “Who?” 

She put her hands on her hips as she looked at the men who were packing up the news stand, breaking it down, moving it out of the way so that something else, most likely a dumpster, could be put there. The construction workers stared at her. 

“The man who works here. Poofy hair, also grey, big nose, he’s got slightly tanned skin and he’s usually wearing big, thick brown jackets?” “Dunno. He doesn’t work here anymore. His boss contacted our bosses and just told us that he wasn’t here anymore, and if he’s not here managing the thing, it can’t stay here. So they’re packing it up, and deciding if they want to put the thing elsewhere or not.” The lead construction worker said with a shrug, the wolf-esque alien shrugging as he adjusted the cap he wore. “Dunno where he went, Ms. Raize. Not a clue.” 

Furiosa was soon gently patting Raize on the back as the two sat in their penthouse on the couch, Raize slightly kneading over her hands.

“People leave, peanut. It happens. Especially in a big place like Nar Shadaa. There’s always bit players that zip in and out of your life. Some to poke you in the eye and wreck your week and others that are sweeth breaths of fresh air when the city seems to ugly to bear, and then...well, they go!” Furiosa reasoned. “Even endearing little Alderaanean refugees with cute wives and even cuter daughters.” “I don’t know his last name. I don’t even know where he lived. And I wouldn’t even say we were friends necessarily but...he always always there and now he’s NOT…” Raize muttered as she jiggled her leg nervously. “...I want to try and find him.” 

“You couldn’t get anything out of his mind when you tried to read him?” “Nothing, it was all super cloudy. I’m usually very good with being able to tell what’s on someone’s mind thanks to the Force. But there are people who are resistant to it and who don’t even know it. And then there’s people who are immune to it completely.” 

“We HAVE resources. Let’s get a bounty hunter to track him down.” Furiosa offered warmly. “I know just the guy. He comes highly recommended and he has a unique ability that could come in handy. And he has a lot of contacts in the criminal wing of Nar Shadaa that could prove helpful too.”

“Who?”

So it was that a very distinct figure was now interviewing MRS. Valentino. Or rather,  Hali T. Savarr, the wife of Valeninto Savarr, and mother of Nora Savarr. She had lovely locks of hair indeed, sweeping around her face as her daughter held her hand. Both had soft skin, and quiet voices, with cute freckles on their faces as the bounty hunter looked them over, his four-digited paws taking down notes on a notepad he’d brought.

The bounty hunter had a red bandanna that covered the top of his head, it rather resembled an old-fashioned “pirate’s cap” in how it looked. He had yellow eyes, with slightly darker yellow pupils, a diamond-shaped nose with a pink peace symbol necklace hanging down over his sleeveless white t-shirt. He wore red shorts that had white jagged ends at the bottom and a “Wave” of white flowing at the top, a belt of black with a green sonic pattern running through it, and his paws had gems embedded through them, green and glittering, encased in a black circular frame. It was as if someone had punched a hole right through and stuffed the gems in. He had sharp-looking fangs in his mouth, and his feet were balled, as if he could rollerblade around, and though he spoke in a faintly surfer-boy twang…

His eyes indicated he was taking all of this dead serious.

“So he missed your birthday.” He murmured. “And ain’t what your dad does. At all.” He offered quietly.

“No. It isn’t.” Valentino’s daughter admitted. “They were very appreciative, you know. The local police. We waited 24 hours before we called. They asked all the right questions. He had no enemies. Very few friends. No plans to travel. No drugs. No drinking. No vices of any sort. And there was no sign of a struggle and nothing stolen. Then they left, and that was three weeks ago.” 

“I’m certain he’s dead.” His wife murmured. “We just want to bury him. My darling Valentine would never miss our daughter’s birthday. Not ever.”

Frequency reached out, and softly held the women’s hands in his paw. “...I’m gonna do everything I can. You don’t gotta worry about paying me. A REAL good friend is looking into this, okay?”

Unbeknownst to Frequency OR to the Dyad, Kendall was also going to find himself involved in the case, because he happened to end up in the same bar that Frequency would end up in the very next night. Kendall was currently tending to the VERY beaten up bar patrons after a particularly horrible bar fight that had broken out only half an hour ago. The red-haired Logosian sighed, shaking his head back and forth as he leaned down and used a pair of tweezers, caaaaarefully extracting some splinters from a...very personal area.

“My, oh my, you’re lucky there was literally a doctor in the house. Or rather, a trained nurse.” Kendall confessed as he got to work on removing the splinters from the unfortunate Rodian, who whimpered pitifully as the woman who’d struck him “harrumphed”, looking away. Other bar patrons were nursing their own wounds, Kendall having helped to patch them up as he kept plucking the splinters out. “Just hold still, alright?” “Thanks…” The Rodian muttered. He had various cheek studs in his cheek and he cringed, one eye puffy and swollen as Kendall sighed. He recognized the Rodian, it was the same one who’d come in on the day he’d met Darth Raize. “I appreciate this again, you’re a real swell guy. Especially for a Logosian, they ain’t nice at all to folks like me. You ever in the neighborhood and want a favor, ask me.” 

Kendall nodded, then looked up at the Twi’lek woman.  “Did you happen to see who started the bar fight?” He asked her, the woman having a bad split lip as she pressed an ice pack to it, and a nasty, awful cut across her right arm that he’d applied gauze to. 

“No...I just remember getting a chair to my arm and the wood flying so I lashed out with a chunk of wood I grabbed off the floor.” She muttered. 

“Listen-EEEEGH. T-thanks for...for patching me...patching me up. Seriously. I’m REAL grateful. And again, here’s my card. You ever wanna favor…” The Rodian handed his card to Kendall as Kendall took it, smiling. Frequency took notice of the Rodian walking off towards his very heavily-armored hovercar that had just parked outside the bar...and which had several tough-looking guards inside. 

SNIVVIANS. Mammalian species, protruding jaws, short fangs, thick skin, large snout, big black eyes. And Snivvians were immune to Force influence. You couldn’t influence their minds at ALL, and these looked to be heavily armored types at that. And Frequency wanted to try and avoid making enemies, so an outright assault would be a bad idea. “Crap. How am I gonna chat that Rodian up now?” He wondered aloud. “Major uncool!” 

WHY did he want to talk to that Rodian? Well, Frequency had checked around Valentino’s apartment, and he’d noticed a very faint crack in the ceiling tiles where he lived, right above his bed. Sure enough, inspecting it had revealed...a betting book. Valentino had begun placing bets on races for about three months, EXACTLY when his daughter had been having trouble with paying for medical school. He hadn’t wanted her to drop out, especially not when she was in the middle of finals week!

The question now became “where did he place those bets and with who”? Well, Frequency had made some calls. As a bounty hunter, he did have contacts, but alas, none of them were involved in the racing game. But they knew someone who was, and that was that Rodian, named Karry. 

But Frequency couldn’t approach Karry directly, clearly. Not just because he wouldn’t be able to convince Karry to talk with a bit of...psychic persuasion from one of Frequency’s special tools, but because Frequency had promised to avoid killing or fighting people on a job whenever he could help it. And the Rodian’s guards were NOT going to let some rando speak to their boss. That much was clear. Frequency did TRY to just outright approach Karry at his workshop just in case, going to a place in the seedier districts of the capital, but the guards had turned him away, told him to get lost if he wasn’t interested in making a bet, and at the mere NOTION that they could be BRIBED to let him speak to their boss, they’d gotten out their guns and told him to scram.

Well, if HE couldn’t speak to him…

Perhaps that Logosian could. So Frequency was soon tailing Kendall, and followed him to the hotel room. He knocked on the door, Kendall calling out…

“It’s open. Come in.”

Frequency was surprised, but he walked inside, surprised at how Kendall was currently using his legs to kick the shit out of a training dummy in the middle of the room. The same sort of swift, sweeping strikes, all while murmuring something under his breath...it was a chant, a chant about the Force.

“What’re you doing?” Frequency inquired.

“I could say the same about you, I noticed you were tailing me.” Kendall said. “Emotion, yet peace. Ignorance, yet knowledge…”

“What’s with the...kicking and the chanting?” 

“You don’t know about “repeating actions”?” Kendall asked as he finished kicking the training dummy, taking in some long, deep breaths before turning to Frequency. “It’s a set of pre-determined movements in order to maximize concentration. As the saying goes, repetition is the mother of learning and the father of action, which makes it the architect of accomplishment.” Kendall confessed. “It helps me focus, it builds up my lower body strength, and I’m able to really clear my mind. Mr. Solo actually taught me it, its something he picked up when he was young, it helped him with becoming a good shot...also, WOW, he kicks like a horse. Found that out the hard way when we did a training fight with no weapons.” Kendall confessed. “So...what can I help you with? Do you need a doctor on the sly, because I’m a head nurse,  not a doctor.”

“I can’t believe you SAW me. I’m getting sloppy here on Nar Shadaa. Bummer.” Frequency sighed. “Look, I...need a favor, but not a medical one. I know you know that Karry guy, that Rodian who’s a bookie boss for the illegal racing circuit. I wanna ask him some stuff about this guy I was hired to find.” Frequency admitted. “They won’t let ME talk to him, but they may let you, dude. So could ya do me a solid? I’ll owe ya.” 

“Okay.” Kendall remarked, as he held out his hand, shaking Frequency’s paw. It rather felt like he was shaking hands with a big blue teddy bear. “I’ll be happy to help. Tell me what you’d like me to ask Mr. Karry.”

“It’s some stuff about this newsstand owner, Valentino, who went missing. I KNOW he was making bets with Karry. I want to find out on what, how much, that sort of thing. If Karry knows where he went, all the better…” “You’re a bounty hunter, so you know this could end real badly, right?” Kendall asked quietly. “I’ve learned a lot about people working in the free clinic. You may find out something about your lost newsstand owner you really wish you hadn’t. He may not be who you think he is.” “Don’t matter. Dude’s lost, and I got asked to find him.” Kendall was surprised at the earnestness in Frequency’s voice. Despite the rather ridiculous “Surfer Boy” accent, he was so...sincere. “Okay. Write down what you want me to ask.” Kendall said as he went over to the nearby desk, getting out a notepad. “And then you’d better leave before Han and Leia get back. We can talk about what you can do for me later. Sound fair?”

…

…

…

… “He went home.” “What?” 

Kendall stared in confusion at Karry, sitting across from him in his office. 

“He took me for a bundle too. Lucky duck. Hit the big one and took it all the way back to his home planet.” Karry explained with a shrug. “I’m not too surprised. Said he wanted to buy back his old family home after the bank there repossessed it.” 

“Wait, that’s it? Just leaving his wife and pregnant daughter when she’s about to give him a grandchild?” Kendall was confused. He scratched his head, looking at Karry.

“He said it was embarrassing that they didn’t have a proper home and had to squeeze together into a tight apartment. Told me he was going to cash his winnings immediately and head off. That’s the last I saw of him.” Karry insisted. “When they get big winnings, they ALWAYS wanna go buy the biggest stuff they can think of.” 

It sounded reasonable enough, but Kendall, having worked in a doctor’s office for years, had noticed that certain patients had...tells. Ways you could “tell” if they were nervous or lying or afraid. Jiggling legs, bumps popping up on certain parts of the skin, sometimes their faces would turn a different color, or their eyes would flicker off to the left hand side over and over. And for Rodians, it was the glistening of their eyes, as if their very eyeballs were submerged in water and ready to begin dripping onto the floor below. When they were nervous or afraid, you could see their big dark eyes looked glistening, as if wet, and Karry’s was super glistening indeed. 

Kendall SO badly wished he could use the Force to make Karry speak, but...he couldn’t. So he thanked the Rodian and left, heading to an alleyway not far away as Frequency rested on the wall.

“How do you bounty hunters do it?” He asked quietly. “Deal with the...the lies, the inhumanity, the open cruelty? The worst parts of people?”

“Depends on the type of guy ya are. Me…” Frequency held up a pistol, spinning it around before he slunk it right back into its holster in a single smooth motion. “I have my ways. What about you?” Kendall bit his lip. He paced back and forth, thinking long and hard. Then he got an idea. 

“Karry doesn’t know I’ve got a lightsaber.” He remarked. “That I’m training as a Jedi. And the people in Nar Shadaa tend to be...well...they’re kind fo scared of Jedi AND Sith because of what the Dyad have done. Maybe…”

Frequency grinned. “Want me to get you a nice outfit to look the part, bro?” 

Indeed, that was the plan. The next day, Karry was speaking to a few clients in an alleyway, hand reaching out to collect their money as he grinned. “Always a pleasure doing business with-”

Then they heard a familiar PSSSSHHH, and the sound of a lightsaber igniting. They looked behind Karry, gasping in horror. There stood someone with incredibly pale skin, veins slightly popping up on his face, red, unnatural-looking eyes, eyes with faintly sunken-in, blackened sockets that looked as though soot had collected around them. His lips were cracked and pale too, with veins seeping over them, and his head was covered in a dark helm that covered up his hair, the same helm covering most of his face, save for his eyes and mouth. 

“Hello, gentlemen. The Dyad hopes you’re all being...good, law-abiding citizens?” Kendall inquired. 

They all screamed, racing off, Karry gaping at the obvious Sith with the red lightsaber before HE took off running too.

This would not be the first time. Karry was becoming a persona-non-grata over the next few weeks. EVERY time he tried to arrange a business deal, that Sith would appear, casually strolling by, stopping to say hi JUST in the middle of the business deal. Karry couldn’t get a single person to place a bet on any race whatsoever. Again and again and again the Sith kept popping up, always evilly and so CHEERILY smiling at Karry. 

Finally, at the top of a roof, after yet another day of losing business...Karry fell to his knees, slamming his fist into the ground again and again and again. “DAMN IT DAMN IT DAMN IT! You got something to say to me, SAY it!” 

“How does it feel?”

Karry suddenly realized the man was right behind him. And...and it was KENDALL. Kendall was taking off the helm, a holographic guise falling away...but that lightsaber remained. He twirled it a bit as he and Frequency stood together. “You’re a Sith magnet now. Nobody from your world will speak to you. Nobody will look at you. You’re invisible to them. Do you GET what I’m trying to say to you?” “This is about that...that guy who made that bet, isn’t it? Valentino?” Karry asked nervously as Kendall nodded.

“I’ll stop appearing and interfering in your business...if you tell me what really happened.” Kendall said. “Right now.” 

Karry bit his lip, his body shaking, quivering in fear as he gulped. “I...the thing is...he won. He won and I couldn’t cover the bet.” “You couldn’t cover the bet?” “It was a long shot. The LONGEST. He...he BROKE me. But you...you can’t do business broke. I had to pay him. I had to pay out, I tried to get him to ROLL it over, I mean...most guys do! But he gave me a line about how his daughter, the doctor, needed the money, she was going to be giving birth, he needed it badly and he wasn’t going to leave the money with me. I had to pay, and...and the only thing worse than losing your bank is not paying. It ruins your reputation. I had to pay, and...so I...I lied to you. I said he went back to his home, I figured...I figured nobody would miss him. He was just a guy who worked a news stand. Nobody would care…” Karry trailed off. 

Frequency slowly got the pistol he’d shown off to Kendall a little while back out of its holster, but Kendall held his arm out. “You’re going to leave this planet. Tonight.” He said quietly. “You are NOT going to return. But first...you’re going to tell me where he is.”

And so, the next morning, Darth Raize and Furiosa were gently holding the shoulders of Valentino’s wife and daughter, as his wife quietly cried, all of them looking down into the depths of a large lake on the outskirts of the capital. “...it looks so cold down there. He...he doesn’t like the cold.” Hali murmured as Nora covered her face.

“I’m gonna be right back.” Frequency said as he flexed his shoulder muscles a bit, doing a pinwheel-esque motion before he dove into the water with a loud splash. Raize quietly watched, seeing Frequency’s blue form sinking down, down, out of sight, further into the depths of the lake. He’d trained as lifeguard for years, he was very good at swimming, and holding his breath. It was a good thing too, the lake was indeed cold and dark, a murky abyss that you could barely see anything in, but Frequency could see HIM.

A few fish slowly passed by him as Frequency touched down on the bottom of the lake, and gently knelt down. Valentino Savarr had been wrapped up in an enormous tarp from head to toe, and tied down in chains that were icy to the touch, serving to keep his frame at the bottom of the lake. Some fish had nibbled away at the tarp, thinking it was food, and as a few faint glimmers of sun cast light down from the water’s surface high above, one just barely caught the top of Valentino’s head, and the clear, obvious injury that had caused his death. 

Frequency picked him up, grunting a bit, and then began to undo the chains, swimming up with the form of the newsstand man. He had no intention of telling either of the Dyad how exactly he’d found the man. Not because he owed Kendall anything...him sparing Karry was the favor Kendall had asked for. He wasn’t going to tell the Dyad because he knew they were looking for him, and would kill him the minute they found out where he was hiding out. And somebody that decent...Frequency couldn’t bring himself to sell the Logosian out. 

“...we should say something about Mr. Valentino.” Furiosa offered to Raize as Raize wiped her eyes. “...when we do our weekly address to Nar Shadaa. About...about the ordinary people who can...slip through the cracks.”

“I would like that very much.” Mrs. Hali Savarr murmured as Raize nodded, Frequently gently putting Valentino’s body down, covering his face for the family before he quietly shook all of their hands, and then walked off, his paws in his pockets, just...thinking...about all he’d seen. 

And thinking about speaking to Kendall again.

“Today we mark the unfortunate demise of one Valentino Savarr. We had a reliable bounty hunter associate, Mr. Frequency, track him down after he was murdered and his body hidden in Lake Everclear, to the eastern outskirts of the capital. Some of you may ask why we’re...speaking about a random person who never did anything very “important” in their life. But the thing is, everyone in this city is...they’re not background noise. When one of us vanishes, someone else should notice. Every person is a star. A life. A heart. A voice. And when a voice is silenced by darkness, another must rise to see justice gets done. Valentino is survived by his wife, and his pregnant daughter, who expects to give birth in a few weeks. The funeral service will be attended by my wife and I. We would...very much like if you could come. It’ll be tomorrow at 1:00, in the eldest chapel on Main Street…” 

#Star Wars #fanfiction #fanfic #lgbtq #LGBT Rights #LGBT #drama #tragedy

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Go Steady With Me? (Remus x Reader)

some fluff for my husband, Widow because he can always do with a little more Remus fluff in his life. (Lowkey don’t have any clue how to write Remus so this is almost 5K words of t r a s h)

Words: 4838

Tagged: well guess what no one has asked to be tagged in Remus fics whOOPS

Thursday 25 May 1978, just a few more weeks of school until sweet, sweet freedom. The marauders could practically taste that decadent, untouchable fruit that is Adulthood, where they’d go out into the world and make something of themselves. Though, to be quite frank, deep down all of them were scared out of their wits to be thrown into the real world and have to make their own doctors appointments and shit so they’d been deliberating a way to take the edge off, just for a little while.

Sirius burped under his breath, ruffling his own hair before reaching over to his bedside table and flipping the record. He smiled, closing his eyes as the familiar sound of a slow bass riff came from the record player, Pink Floyd’s legendary album “Dark Side of the Moon” blessing his ears with “Money”. The teen relaxed back on his bed, arms behind his head as he tapped his toe to the music.

“Does that actually help you think?” Remus sighed, casting a glance over to his friend.

The marauders sat pondering existence in their dorm room, James sitting on the floor polishing his broom, Sirius atop his mate’s bed, his feet pressed against the headboard and his head at the foot of the bed. Remus lay on his own bed, half finished homework on his lap, Peter was lazily going through the newest edition of “Wizard Weekly” on the floor by the heater.

“Of course it does, Moony,” Sirius quipped with a smirk, rolling over onto his stomach. “It gets my brain waves flowing, ya know?”

Remus merely chuckled in response.

“Well if it get’s them flowin’, oh wise paddy-kins,” James teased, looking up to his mate. “Then what should we do this weekend?”

“Let me think, sometimes it takes a minute for the waves to reach maximum capacity.” Sirius closed his eyes and put a finger to his temple, concentrating really hard.

“We could go camping,” Peter suggested, not bothering to look up from the magazine.

“Exactly, Wormtail!” Sirius shouted, starting James a bit. “That’s exactly what I was going to say! We should totally go camping!” Peter chuckled, shaking his head and going back to figuring out who he should date based on his wand core.

James nodded along, looking to his werewolf buddy with a shrug. “Sounds cool with me. Moons ya think you could get the Lovely Minnie Magoo to let us out?”

“Ah, well, I don’t know Prongs,” Remus winced, not really wanting to go outside and making up an excuse to not go as fast as he could. “I mean, best mates or not, four lads hanging out alone in the woods sounds a bit...”

His voice trailed off and they caught on. “Yeah, it does sound a bit fruity, doesn’t it?” Sirius sighed.

“Why not bring some girls along then?” James suggested, the answer seeming pretty obvious. “I mean, I’ve got Lily, and uh.. well I’ve got Lily.”

A lull once again took over the room when Peter spoke up once more. “I hear (Name) fancies Moony,” the rat turned the page. “And for you, Sirius, well you can go Stag- no pun intended, Prongs.”

“Wha-” Sirius gasped, looking offended. “Why do I have to go stag?”

“Because you’re scared of commitment?” Remus chuckled, reaching over into his nightstand and pulling out a bar of chocolate.

“Because you can’t hold down a serious relationship due to the aforementioned fear?” James added on, holding out his hands for Remus to toss him a piece.

“Because-”

“Alright, alright,” Sirius groaned, catching a piece of chocolate that Remus had tossed to him out of habit. Peter got a chunk too. “I’ll go stag but I’m not sharing a tent with Peter, sorry mate but you have the night sweats.”

“It’s fine, I’ve actually got plans anywho,” Peter sighed, stretching his arms out. “I, your beloved Wormtail, have a date.This weekend. With Marlene McKinnon.”

“Good for you, Wormtail!” Sirius congratulated, giving a few claps in appreciation.  “So where are you taking her?”

And on the night went, the four lads chatting and having some bants.

“So, is Madam Lovely on board?” James asked as Remus exited McGonagall’s office.

“So long as a prefect-” he pointed to himself with pride. “Is there, she feels there is nothing to fear.”

“Then let’s get our ladies and get scootin’!”

“Never say that again, mate.”

“So, do you think you’re up for it?” Sirius asked, crossing his arms and leaning against a post in the Gryffindor common room. Lily stood in a similar pose before the trio of troublesome twirps, her potions partner (Name) beside her.

“Out, in the woods, with you three, and bugs, for two days?” Lily raised a brow, pausing every few words to emphasize how stupid this sounded. “Why don’t we just so swim with the giant squid and hope we get poison ivy while we’re at it?”

“Actually- Lily- you.. You can’t really.. Get poison ivy while swimming,” You piped up from beside your friend, almost instantly regretting it because now you’re that person. Lily was looking all cool in front of her boyfriend and his friends and now she looks foolish. Great job, (Name), A+ for you. “Sorry, I just-” Taking a deep breath you look to the redhead. “I’ll go if you do?”

Lily shrugged, “Sounds cool to me,” looking to the marauders, she smirked. ‘But we’re going this my way- the muggle way.”

Cue a symphony of groans from the boys.

“How- Sirius move your hand over- No not there- Remus!” James huffed angrily and threw his hands up in the air, looking sharply over to his girlfriend.The group of teens had hiked into the woods near a muggle village, nowhere close to the Forbidden Forest. It was just a normal forest, with normal creatures and lots of bugs. They’d found a clearing big enough for that they needed, and started setting up camp.

“Lily!”

“Yes, dear?” Said redhead reclined with her gal pal by the campfire, their tent already pitched and ready to go. “Are you boys having a bit of trouble?”

James merely whined in response, slumping his shoulders. “Why did you make my leave my wand again?”

“Because this is a muggle experience, James,” Lily chuckled, looking very smug herself. “Look, Remus has the hang of it,” she gestured to said werewolf who, now that his friend’s had given up on “helping” was doing pretty well fixing up the tent. “He really knows how to pitch a tent, eh (Name)?”

You looked away from the fire towards the object of your affections who was very focused on his work. “Yeah, he is pretty-” your words cut short when you realized the innuendo. “Lily Evans!” You shouted, grabbing a hot dog from the bag at your feet and throwing it at her.

“Hey guys!” Sirius shouted, laughing at the scene. “Evans just took a weiner to the face!” The punkass lil hoe howled with laughter before pointing to his friend with a quizzical look.” Hey James, isn’t that your job?”

“Okay, you know what-” James tackled his friends, the boys playfully wrestling on the floor.

Remus merely sighed and pulled the almost erected tent away from their brawl.

Within an hour or so, three tents stood erect in the clearing, all surrounding a beautifully roaring campfire. A few logs the boys had found sat around the fire as seats, Sirius claimed one for himself, James and Lily sat on another totally canoodling, so that left Remus and you on your own little log. The sun was nearing the horizon, and the Scottish woods didn’t provide much warmth.

“Geez,” you muttered, leaning closer to the fire and rubbing your arms. “It’s getting pretty chilly.”

Sirius cast a quick, reassuring glance towards Remus who hastily used the encouragement to remove his jacket and place it on your shoulders. “Here, take my jacket.”

Chuckling a bit shyly, you smiled at him with a thanks that he awkwardly nodded to.

“Yeah, James, it is getting a bit cold.”

“Well damn, Lily! I can’t control the weather!”

Cue a prompt punch to James’ shoulder. “Geez, I was only kidding!” James laughed, rubbing where she punched before removing his jacket and wrapping his beloved in it.

Sirius stretched with a groan. “Well, I don’t know about you guys but I’m getting hungry,” he reached over to Lily’s bag and pulled out the bag of hot dogs. “Now would be a good time to have our wands, ya know.”

“Go find a stick,” Lily teased, scrunching her nose. “Fetch, doggy.”

Sirius looked open mouthed at her, looking genuinely hurt. “James-”

“BURN!” James shouted, holding one hand up to his mouth and giving Lily a high five with the other. When Sirius looked at him with a “dude really?” look of defeat, James merely shrugged. “What man, I can’t deny a good burn!”

“I’ll go look for some sticks, but you-” he pointed to Lily, “Don’t get one.”

Lily shrugged, snuggling up to James.

Sirius came back with enough sticks for everyone- but Lily of course. James however was being all gooey and in love and let her use hs and said he could wait for her to get her fill, going so far as to pull out a blanket for the two of them to cuddle up under. #goals

“Are you enjoying yourself, (Name)?” Remus asked timidly as he handed you a bun for your hotdog.

“Yeah, actually,” you smile at him, scooting a bit closer to him- for warmth of course. “It’s.. nice here.” You closed your eyes and rested your head on his shoulder, not noticing the way he stiffened up at the touch.

With eyes wide, he looked to Sirius across the fire who gave him an enthusiastic thumbs up. Grinning broadly, the Gryffindor got up and hurried over to his other half, whispering in his ear excitedly. James nodded smugly, whispering to Lily as Sirius went back to back to his log.

James stretched, yawning dramatically. “Well, I think it’s time we all go to bed, don’t you think, darling?”

“Yes, dear, I do think so,” Lily chorused, standing up and wrapping an arm around her hubby’s torso. “(Name), would you mind too terribly if I slept in James’ tent tonight instead of yours? I almost forgot, tonight is our three month anniversary and um.. he.. ya know.” She winked with a smirk.

Retracting yourself from Remus’ side sheepishly, as though you’d been caught doing something naughty even though it was completely innocent- adorable even. “Oh well, sure, that’s fine Lils, I’ll just sleep in the singular-”

“Actually!” Sirius interrupted, jumping over the shrinking fire and running to it. “This is mine, sorry (Name), I kinda peed on the back earlier thinking it was a tree. Don’t think you’ll wanna be sleepin in there, eh?”

“Ew,” you muttered, sighing and looking to the only other tent with realization, turning to the werewolf at your side with a mildly apologetic look. “Then, I guess..”

“We can share a tent,” Remus offered fidgeting a bit with awkwardness, gesticulating more than he should have. “That’s... uh, that’s fine with me, as long as... em, as long as you’re- you’re okay with it?”

“Oh, well, yeah, it’s fine with me, I mean...” You scratch the back of your neck and look towards your friends shaking your head and shrugging too dramatically than necessary. “Why, uh, why wouldn’t it be?” You clapped once, just to keep your hands from moving more than they already were. “Yeah.”

“Yeah,” Remus echoed, nodding along, his lips pressed into a line.

James and Lily had retreated to their tent, it appears Lily was a hypocrite because she brought her wand along and used a silencing charm on the tent. (They legit were just cuddling and being cute and domestic but they had to play it up ya know, for effect.) Sirius was taking a leak in the woods, so you thought it best to go ahead and get ready for bed.

Remus was finishing off a hotdog when you excused yourself, heading into the tent to change into your pajamas. The tent was small, even for muggle tents, the opening small enough for you to have to crawl into it and hardly tall enough for you to sit up comfortably, unless you were in the dead centre.

You discarded Remus’ jacket and put it on his side of the tent and had just started to unbutton your flannel when the tent flaps opened and a fluffy head of mousy brown hair emerged.

“Hey, (Name), where’s your sleeping-” His eyes met about 8 inches below your eyes where your flannel was open and then shot up to your eyes, his mouth dropping open. Your hands flew to pull your shirt closed as you bit your lip and looked away from him.

“Um, I uh-”

“Oh wow, I uh, I mean, not wow, I mean not that it- you, aren’t- I mean-” Remus tensed up, his face going red as he stumbled back over his hands. “Bye.”

One hand kept your shirt clasped together as the other went to your mouth, your teeth anxious nibbling on your thumb nail. He totally saw my boobs, Merlin's beard! You thought as you rushed to change into your pajamas.

Oh Merlin, I totally saw her... oh Merlin, Remus thought as he sat outside of the tent, his knees in the dirt.

“You okay, Moons?” Sirius questioned as he reentered the camp sight, wiping his hands on a leaf before dropping it to the ground.

Remus stood and rushed over to his friend, fidgeting and anxious. “She was changing and I sorta...”

“Oh dude nice!” Sirius exclaimed, prompting Remus to clout him about the head. “Well, did you see anything?” He inquired in a more hushed tone.

Mouth open and eyes wide, Remus shook his head sternly. “No! Of course- Okay maybe.. Merlin.. just like, like a little but not-”

“You totally saw her rack, didn’t ya mate?” Sirius chuckled lowly, biting his lip and nodding appreciatively. “Up top,” he raised his hand for a high five.

“No!” Remus pawed down his friend’s hand- no pun intended. “I didn’t mean to! I didn’t know- no lingering, there, there was no lingering, mhmm, none.”

“Aw, come on man!” Sirius groaned, bending his knees and gesturing with his entire body to the campsite. “You’re gonna be with her for the entire weekend! You know she has the hots for you, and you totally think she’s beyond rad-”

“Sirius, please stop talking like a muggle.”

“”And besides!” Padfoot went on, ignoring his friend’s complaints. “That’s the whole reason we brought her here! For you two to finally shack up and stop pining after each other!”

“Just… be cool ok,” Remus pleaded, still red in the face and a bit breathless. “I’m just going to head to bed, okay. You get some sleep too.”

“As long as you two lovebirds don’t keep me up all night,” Sirius winked and headed towards his tent with a spring in his step.

Remus had taken a breath or two to settle his nerves before finally turning towards the tent. After giving a side-glance to the embers of what used to be the fire, Remus swallowed the lump in his throat, forcing his jitters down with it. He strode towards the tent and kneeled down, whispering “(Name)?”

“Yes?” Came a sleepy voice.

“Are you decent?”

“Mhmm.”

Remus hesitantly opened the tent flap and peeked in, seeing your sleeping form cuddled up in your sleeping bag, your back facing the middle. Guess I’ll sleep in my clothes then, he thought with an internal sigh.

Feeling inept, the werewolf crawled into the cramped tent attempting to find his preplaced sleeping bag in the faint light. He stumbled, feeling with his hands as best he can, though that wasn’t the best idea.

Suddenly, your head shifted towards your tent mate. “Um… Remus?” Your voice was squeaky and faint.

“Yeah?” He responded, his voice just as high, if not more.

“You’re hand is… it’s kinda grabbin’ my boob…”

“Merlin’s beard, oh!” Remus exclaimed, jumping backwards and hitting the top of the tent with his head causing the middle rod collapse in the middle. “Oh Merlin,” he sighed, the tent falling atop his head.

Struggling to get your arms out of the sleeping bag, you found yourself laughing louder than you should be. “How did you-?” Your laughter mixed with Remus’ as he realized how ridiculous that must’ve looked.

“I don’t even know!” Remus managed between cackles as he held the tent up so he could see you too busy laughing to pull the tent up yourself. “Merlin, (Name),” Remus chuckled, reaching over and tugging down the zipper of your sleeping bag so you could get out easier.

“Thanks,” you chuckle breathlessly, pulling the tent up over your head. As soon as you and Remus locked eyes, your hands over your head attempting to hold the tent up, you both broke into another fit of giggles. “You lift this, I’ll crawl out and try to put the rod back in place.”

You attempted to move forward, but soon realized that having him be the one to get out- being closer to the entrance and all- seemed like a better idea.

Within ten giggle filled minutes, the tent was back up and you were once again settling in for sleep. “G’night, Remus,” you muttered, your back facing the werewolf.

“Good night, (Name), sleep well,” Remus responded, curling up in his sleeping bag and settling in for sleep.

Morning rose and brought with it a layer of dew on any and everything at the camp site. Remus was the first to wake, the early morning sun beaming through the thin layer of polyester of their tent and waking him. He knew it would be difficult to weasel out of the tent without waking you, but as he looked over to your sleeping face, he wouldn’t dream of disturbing such serenity.

Gentle as he could, he shifted out of his sleeping bag, noticing how you shivered slightly with the gentle breeze that wafted in through the opening in the tent. Letting out a small chuckle, he unzipped his sleeping bag all the way and laid it over top of yours, gently tucking it around you. The added warmth was almost immediate, causing a content expression to cross over your sleeping face.

Smiling at your adorableness, Remus realized how awkward it’d be if you woke up to having him staring at you while you sleep. So, taking up his jacket from the night before, Remus squirmed out of the tent and went over to the smouldering remains of last nights fire.

One by one, everyone joined Remus by the campfire, indulging in a mediocre breakfast of lukewarm hot dogs and weak coffee. The day was spent doing boring camping stuff; hiking, splashing about in a river, looking (in vain- unless you count James in animagi form) for wildlife and playing hide and seek in the trees.

Sirius seemed a little too excited when nightfall came. He had good reason, an ace up his sleeve would prove interesting very soon. “Alright everyone, pack in!” The sly dog announced after cooking up some hamburgers over the fire. “I have a surprise waiting for everybody down at the lake!”

Lily gave her beau a suspicious glance to which the goofy stag merely shrugged in pure confusion, grease from his burger dripping down his chin.

Half an hour later, you and Remus were the last following the pack through the woods towards the lake. “Any idea what’s in store?”

Remus sighed, shaking his head. “Knowing Sirius, probably something involving nudity and/or minor law breaking.”

And our beloved anxious boy was right, boy was he right.

“Take off your clothes,” Sirius instructed simply once everyone had caught up to him. Unfortunately for everyone else he had already followed his instructions (or fortunately, depending on how you look at it- no innuendo intended.)

“What the bloody hell are you goin’ on about, Pads?” James screeched, covering his girlfriend’s eyes. You simply chose to enjoy the half-moonlight instead, Remus was a bit flustered about the whole ordeal to say the least.

“Skinny dipping, obviously,” Sirius gave an overdramatic shrug, “Why else would we go camping?”

“Um, to hike and get out of the castle?” Lily responded, moving James’ hand off her eyes. “What’s wrong with you?”

“Childhood trauma. Now get naked.” Without further word, Sirius turned on his heel and ran towards the lake with abandon. It was truly a sight.

Meanwhile, on land, James was stripping down as fast as possible and urging Lily to do the same.

You turned to Remus with a panicked expression, biting your lip. “Eh, Moony, wanna head back to camp and not get hypothermia and possibly a lake-dwelling parasite?”

“I would love to,” he said a bit too hastily, shaking his head at his friend’s antics. “I wonder if they realize we didn’t bring any towels?”

“Prolly not,” you chuckled, shrugging. “Have fun guys! Remus and I are going to save our recklessness for another time, see ya back at camp!”

They waved as the two of you walked off, the obligatory sex joke from Sirius’ part being a fond farewell. Halfway back to camp, you bumped Remus’ shoulder. “Thanks, by the way.”

“For?”

“This morning, your sleeping bag,” you glanced up at him, a small smile dancing on your lips. “Thanks.”

“Oh, oh, you’re welcome,” Remus stuttered a bit, your smile proving contagious. “Actually… since you brought them back up, I think I have an idea.”

“Could you just grab that end real quick?” Remus instructed, holding up yours and his sleeping bag at one end. You did as asked and he smiled at the product. “Perfect.”

He’d managed to zip one end of your sleeping bag to his to make a jumbo sleeping bag; with it splayed out open, it made a comfortably large blanket to sit on. “I saw this place not far away, do you trust me?”

“Enough,” you teased, taking up your end of the sleeping bag and following Remus past a few trees and down a hill. He led you to a beautiful valley with tall swaying grasses and the occasional shy bud of a flower. “Woah.”

“I thought so too,” Remus beamed, gesturing for you to help set out the blanket.

“Why didn’t you mention this place when we were scouting campsites?” You asked, splaying out the sleeping bags.

“And let James and Sirius destroy it?” Remus chuckled, fixing the corner before letting you get comfortable on it first. “I know they’re my best mates and all, but they can both be a down right git sometimes. They have habits of making messes, you know.”

“Yeah, I suppose,” you sighed, relaxing back on the makeshift blanket, your hands behind your head. “Remus, look! The stars are coming out!”

Remus lay beside you, his hands clasped on his stomach. You were right, the stars were shimmering high in the sky, the bright hustle and bustle of Hogwarts and the cities far from here, allowing the stars to bless the ground below with their unpolluted brilliance. The moon sat hardly a half crescent, yet still outshining even the most glimmering star.

You and he sat in awe, enjoying the stars in silent admiration. Faint in the distance, Padfoot howled, antagonizing the local wolves into their own howling fit, causing a chuckle to rumble through you. Remus was less amused by the persistent howling of wolves. A cricket chirped nearby, his sound constant and oddly comforting; not far away an owl hooted calmly, the rustle of leaves insinuating he’d caught his dinner.

“Do you know any constellations?” He mused, not looking away from the sky but still leaning his head towards you to show his attention.

You thought a moment, looking at the sky in attempt to find any. “Well, you see those three?” You pointed up vaguely, gesturing to the heavens. “That’s Orion’s Belt; and that star right there, that’s Sirius, and if you join it with those over there, you get Canis Major.”

“You’re making all these up aren’t you?” Remus chuckled, looking to you with an amused smile.

Lowering you arm, defeated, you groaned. “I had hoped you wouldn’t notice.” You turned to him, rolling onto your side with your bicep under your head as a pillow. “What gave me away?”

“For starters, Sirius is on the opposite side of the sky,” Remus chuckled, pointing to said star. “Having known the man for seven years, he made sure I could find him in the sky.”

You and he shared a laugh, going back to looking at the sky.

You had closed your eyes to enjoy the gentle breeze of the early night when Remus spoke up. “(Name)?”

“Yes?”

“I was…” He paused, obviously choosing his word choice. “Actually nevermind, it’s ridiculous.”

Sitting up, you huffed in an amused manner. “You can’t just leave it off there, Moony, now I’m curious!”

Remus sighed, his eyes tracking a silhouette across the sky as he sat up. “I just heard something earlier… about you, and I was going to ask about it but it’s-”

“What did Sirius say?” You groaned, knowing that playboy gossip always had something juicy on the end of that silver tongue of his.

“He possibly insinuated that you might… fancy me?” Remus seemed as though the words were uncomfortable in his mouth. “I almost told him to sod off, you know. Such nonsense, you liking me? Honestly, it’s pretty preposterous don’t you think?” He gave a chuckle, lowering his head and scratching the back of his neck awkwardly. “Poor sod probably just had too much firewhiskey that night, was dreaming things.”

“I don’t think so, Moons,” you muttered, nibbling your bottom lip with worry. “It’s not totally ludicrous.”

“Of course it is!” Remus exclaimed, tossing his hand up in the air. “I mean, look at you!” His eyes glanced over you, a bewildered smile on his face. “You’re absolutely stunning, with more brains than you know what to do with, and… you’re an absolute delight to be around, you’re breathtakingly witty and clever as the devil.”

Your lips fumbled to create words, your eyes wide as dinner plates as they searched the blanket for a response. Remus meanwhile, had continued to go on.

“And look at me, a mess beyond correction.” He slumped his shoulders as he continued. “I hardly sleep, eating is the last thing on my mind half the time. I’m not sure how I made it to Prefect, I never study and I always feel like I’m behind in class because… well, because I am! And for you, to possibly like that, is indeed ludicrous.”

“I have a different opinion,” you shrugged, looking up through the bit of hair the wind had pushed to your face. “I do like you, believe it or not.” You hesitantly reached your hand over to his, he flinched at the contact. “I don’t mind all those things, Remus, because… well, because they’re wrong.”

“They-”

“Wrong, Remus,” you insisted gently, finally looking him in the eye. “You’re the smartest person I know, James and Sirius would’ve been expelled by now had it not been for you. You keep them together, you keep them from killing themselves, or others. You’re responsible for your entire house, you’ve been given that title because you earned it, Remus.”

His lips were parted, words forming at the tip of his tongue yet swallowed down by his nerves.

“You’re clever, cleverer than I am, cleverer than anyone in Hogwarts,” you took his hand in yours, lifting it up. “And you’re the strongest person I know. All of this,” you gently ran your thumb over a scar on his hand. “I… It’s admirable, I am in constant awe of how strong you are.”

“Look at me, (Name),” Remus whispered, shaking his head. “Look at me, scars and scrapes and cuts and bruises and-”

“And the brightest eyes, and the softest hair and the sweetest voice,” you continued on, placing a hand on his cheek. “Remus, you’re really, really awesome, you know that?”

“You’re one to talk,” Remus chuckled, leaning into your hand. “You’re insane for thinking all of this, you know?”

You sighed, tracing your thumb over a scar on his cheek. “Oh well, but it’s not going to go away.”

“How can I make it go away?” Remus murmured, his breath hitching at the feeling of your thumb on his skin.

“You can try kissing me.”

Remus’ breath hitched, his mouth falling open and his eyes widening. “I… uh, I don’t… not that that I mean I-”

“Remus,” you interrupted, smiling at the flustered boy. “Here.” You slowly leaned in, kissing his cheek, right on his newest scar. “Go steady with me?”

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