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schrijverr · 3 years

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Cried Out

When Hizashi accidentally uses his quirk after he gets startled, he retreats back into his shell, afraid to use his voice at all. Luckily Shota is there for him.

On AO3.

Ships: EraserMic

Warnings: self-loathing

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Present Mic was loud – Hizashi was loud – that was just a fact.

However, he hadn’t always been loud. As much as he yelled and talked now, there had been a time when Hizashi was scared to whisper, not to mention talk. He had gotten over it before he applied for UA, but his friends had known about it and sometimes he wasn’t in the mood to talk and they respected it.

Neither would mention how those days usually were after he’d lost control of his quirk or had been working intensively with it.

But that hadn’t happened in years. Shota grew up alongside Hizashi, they got better, went professional, even stepping side by side into the teaching position at UA. They knew each other and Shota was so proud of how far his friend, his beloved had come.

Sadly, just because something hadn’t happened in years, didn’t mean it could never come and rear its ugly head again.

It happened on a normal Thursday.

Hizashi had been walking towards the teachers lounge after school, completely unaware that there were still students in the building. The dorm system hadn’t been in place long andno one was fully used to the students being there full-time.

So when the door suddenly swung open and nearly hit him, he didn’t just jump from nearly being hit, but also from the human shape in the hallway. He couldn't help it, it startled him. It startled him so badly in fact that it ripped a scream from his throat.

A quirked up scream.

He could only watched, horrified, as the loud vibrations made it through the hallway, hitting the student who had been standing just a few feet away, head on.

Once the scream had left his mouth completely, he rushed forwards to the student frantically. He was about to ask if the kid was alright when he remembered what his voice had done, so he just quietly checked him over.

It was Bakugo.

Fuck.

He was a strong teen, sure, but still a teen. Not to mention a teen who had recently been kidnapped, so it wouldn’t be strange if was still a bit on edge. For him to be accidentally attacked by a teacher, probably wasn’t the best.

“Present Mic?” he asked confused and why wouldn’t he be confused? Hizashi was supposed to protect him, not attack him, he thought a bit hysterical.

Hizashi didn’t react, just held out a hand to haul him up and giving him concerned eyes. Bakugo let himself be pulled to his feet, still sending Hizashi weird looks as he asked: “Oi, are you okay?”

He replied with a curt nod and a tight smile, before leading him to Recovery Girl, wanting to make sure his attack hadn’t caused permanent damage. He was surprised the kid was still standing much less talking to him after it, honestly.

Recovery Girl raised a brow when they came in, only to frown when Hizashi didn’t say anything and Bakugo had to explain: “I think there’s something wrong with Present Mic.”

At that Hizashi shook his head and gestured to Bakugo that the kid was the one who needed to be checked over, not him.

“What happened?” Recovery Girl asked.

Bakugo had realized Hizashi wasn’t about to talk, so he answered: “I accidentally scared him when I left the classroom, he screamed, then got all weird and quiet.”

It dawned on Recovery Girl what must have happened and she asked: “When he screamed, did he use his quirk? Can you hear okay?”

“I can hear fine,” Bakugo frowned.

Hizashi slumped in relief, he was glad Bakugo was fine even if he didn’t understand how. Recovery Girl also seemed surprised but glad to hear it. She still wanted to make sure, so she said: “That’s good to hear. I still want to check, just in case, so take a seat. Yamada, go get Aizawa, it’s his student,” and your comfort, she didn’t add out loud.

Quickly nodding, Hizashi left, practically running to get Shota.

He found him taking a nap on the couch in the teachers lounge and he quickly shook him awake, a fond smile gracing his face when he blinked slowly. That smile fell away, when Shota asked: “Wha? Hizashi?”

Shota saw Hizashi’s expression and sat up, frowning: “What happened? Is everyone okay?”

Hizashi shrugged helplessly. Recovery Girl had said Bakugo was alright, but she still wanted to check and she had send for Shota, so maybe it wasn’t okay and it would be his fault.

“Hizashi?” Shota asked again.

He pointed at the door and tugged at Shota’s hand, feeling even more bad and guilty when worry appeared in those beautiful black eyes. But he couldn't talk, he couldn't risk hurting Shota or anyone else for that matter.

“Lead the way,” Shota told him, leaving his sleeping bag behind. If it rendered his husband speechless then it must be bad, fuck.

The feeling of dread creeped up even more on Shota when Hizashi took him to Recovery Girl’s office and gestured for him to go inside. He frowned and asked him: “You’re not coming with me?”

Hizashi shook his head, he wasn’t about to go into a room with more people that he could hurt or hurt again. He hated that he didn’t have anything to write with on him and that he’d never told Shota about it.

Sure the other knew, but he hadn’t said that he used to carry around a notebook and pen everywhere just in case. He was regretting that now, but it had seemed logical at the time.

As an awkward teen he hadn’t wanted the cool boy in his class to know he had so little control as a child and by the time it would be something he mentioned, it was no longer truly relevant and Hizashi had been glad to toss it into oblivion.

Until now.

Now he cursed himself as he paced up and down the hall while Shota went in to check on Bakugo and hear what Hizashi had done.

After a few nerve wrecking minutes Bakugo came out of the office, looking at his stressed out teacher and greeting him: “Hello, Present Mic.”

Hizashi smiled at him, but didn’t react. Bakugo rolled his eyes and looked away, before he put his hands in his pockets and scowled: “The old lady told me to tell you I’m fine and to stop worrying. Don’t be weird tomorrow.”

Then the teen walked off and Hizashi watched him go. He was glad the kid was fine, but he hated how he couldn't even comfort him or tell him he was fine. He also hated that he was terrified that he had to be in front of the class tomorrow.

How could he stand there and talk, knowing that a misstep could incapacitate the new generation of heroes? How would the school explain that to their parents? Or the press?

He hadn’t realized how focused he was on panicking until a hand on his shoulder startled him. He gasped then quickly slapped his hands before his mouth before any sound could come out.

“Already thought that was the problem,” Shota sighed.

Hizashi tried to swallow away the tears that built up when he heard his husband sound- well, he sounded disappointed or maybe more sad. At least negative and Hizashi had put that tone there in his nice gruff voice.

“Recovery Girl said you lost control,” Shota said and Hizashi wished he would forget, “But Bakugo is fine. With his explosive quirk, he has a natural protection against sounds and you didn’t use your quirk at full volume. He’s fine.”

No, he isn’t fine, he got lucky. Any other student and Hizashi would have been responsible for a lifelong injury.

“Can you talk to me, Hizashi?” Shota asked, voice soft and careful.

Hizashi shook his head.

“You’re too strung up right now, lets go to home and get you some tea,” Shota suggested, taking Hizashi’s hand and intertwining their fingers.

The contact was a balm on his worries and Hizashi held on like it was a lifeline as Shota lead them to the teachers dorms that had been instated along with the dorms for the students.

In their apartment, he sat Hizashi down on the couch and went to make tea while Hizashi stared at the table and tried to fight off the uneasy feeling coming from all sides.

Why did he get his license if he didn’t even have control?

How could he justify being a teacher when he had done that?

What would happen now?

He should stop being a teacher. He was dangerous.

“Hey, no attacking my husband,” Shota broke him out his thoughts as he held out a cup of tea.

Hizashi gladly took it and sipped, trying not to meet the eyes Shota was attempting to interlock. He knew his behavior wasn’t helping, but he was steeping guilt and fine to wallow in the feeling and not interact with anyone until he felt safe to do so.

“Can you look at me, dear?” Shota asked, petname perking Hizashi’s attention.

Cautiously Hizashi did, preparing to see disappointment and anger, despite the gentle voice. Instead he found a soft look and floating hair as Shota erased his quirk: “Talk to me, please.”

Relief flooded through Hizashi’s, he couldn't believehe hadn’t thought of that, and the tears that had been building slipped out of his eyes along with loud sobs. Shota rubbed his shoulder, softly telling him when he blinked so that Hizashi could hold the sob for a second.

When all the tears he had in him were spilled, he collapsed against Shota, who wrapped his arms around him and kissed his forehead.

“Want to tell me why this set you off? I know you had your quiet days, but I haven’t seen you cry about them like this since-” Shota cut himself off, but both knew what, or whom he had been referring to.

“I’m dangerous,” Hizashi whispered.

“You? Dangerous?” Shota sounded genuinely surprised, “Never. You’re the most caring and lovable guy I know. You’re the furthest from dangerous, Hizashi.”

“I attacked a student who hasjust been kidnapped, Shota,” Hizashi was trying to mix quiet and forceful, “I don’t have control. If it was anyone else, they would be permanently deaf. I- I shouldn’t be near people.”

“I would be upset with you if you weren’t near me,” Shota confessed.

“But you can erase my quirk, you can incapacitate me,” Hizashi countered, “The students can’t do that, they’re vul-”

Hizashi cut himself off when he saw Shota’s hair come down and he glared at his husband.

“Sorry, had to blink,” Shota apologized, not sounding that sorry for cutting of the self-loathing rant,“And I’m not scared of you. You aren’t dangerous, Hizashi, you’re tired. We all are. The world is different and we’re all working overtime. It was an accident.”

It was clear he was waiting for Hizashi to respond, but Hizashi wasn’t saying anything with his quirk still there.

Shota sighed when he realized and erased Hizashi’s quirk.

“I don’t care if it was an accident,” Hizashi frowned, “It was dangerous and I could have hurt someone. I’m no hero if my slip ups because I’m tired cause harm. UA is dealing with enough backlash as it is, we can’t afford my slip ups to createmore distrust. I’m resigning. I shouldn’t be allowed to use my quirk in pub-”

Again he cut himself off, because Shota stopped erasing his quirk. He shot him a glare that he hoped conveyed: you did that on purpose.

It did.

“Yeah, fuck that, I’m not sitting here and listening to you spouting bullshit, Hizashi. UA needs you, now more than ever. You’re a great and trustworthy asset and we already don’t have enough of that as it stands. We can’t loose you here, the students can’t loose you here.”

Hizashi rolled his eyes, but he was a bit touched, though not enough to be convinced.

Shota noticed and went on: “And what will you do when you resign? Go back to our apartment in the city? Not see me ever? Or come back to the dorms and be a ‘risk’ anyways? I don’t know if I can do that, Hizashi. I don’t know I would survive without you here.”

That hit home for Hizashi. Shota always tried to be independent and uncaring, but Hizashi knew better, of course he did. He had been there for all Shota’s lows. It was just rather unique for him to admit that he needed help from time to time.

But he had, he had admitted it. For him.Hizashi had been so wrapped up in himself, he hadn’t even thought about Shota.

Guilt bubbled up again and silent tears fell out of his eyes.

Shota wrapped him up in his arms again and shushed him soothingly. Hizashi wanted to tell him it should be the other way around. He should be comforting Shota, but it was hard to do that right now and his husband’s muscular chest felt safe.

“Please don’t go?” Shota asked, voice breaking.

Hizashi shook his head adamantly and held on tighter to Shota to show he wasn’t going anywhere. When Shota informed him he was erasing his quirk, he quickly said: “Never. I’m not going, darling. I’m right here, sorry, sorry, I’m so sorry.”

“It’s okay, just stay, it’s going to be okay,” Shota said, “Just take tomorrow off, rest. You need it. I’m sure Nezu would understand.”

He nodded into Shota’s chest and held on. He wasn’t ready to talk yet, wasn’t ready to be loud, but Shota had always understood that. He would be safe here, until he was ready to face the world with a smile and a yell.

#RR writing #bnha #mha #boku no hero academia #my hero academia #erasermic #yamada hizashi #present mic #aizawa shouta #eraser head #eraser head x present mic #yamada hizashi x aizwa shouta #aizawa shota #recovery girl #bakugo katsuki #tw: self esteem issues #tw: self deprecation

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thewildomega · 3 years

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Never too late (Whitebeard oneshot)

A/N: Just a short angst idea that popped in my head. Everyone cry with me.

Standing outside of the shack on the outskirts of nowhere he felt the cold rain run down his face as he stared in the window. His clothes were soaking wet but he paid them no mind. Thunder and lightning shook the ground beneath his feet, lighting up the night's sky every so often. Truly anyone would be a damn fool to be out here in this mess and a fool he was, an old fool.

Staring at the woman on the other side of the glass he felt his heart pound in his chest. His mouth went dry and his stomach turned painfully. It had been thirty years since he had last layed eyes on her. She wasn't the same young woman she had been then, she had aged and so had he. Her once long, h/c hair was now only a little past her shoulders and as white as his mustache. She looked thin, frail almost, arms that were once lean with muscles were now blanketed by the sleeves of her shirt. Scanning her face he felt his lip twitch when he took in how downhearted she looked. Nothing like the constant happiness she always raditated when they were younger. Those once plump lips that he loved to kiss and see smile were turned downwards in a set frown. Her eyes that were once full of such life and love now stared down at her barely eaten plate of food with an emptiness. She was nothing more than a shell of the woman he remembered, of the woman he had been ready to call his wife.

A fool. He was such a damn fool.

Sitting beside her he held her hand in his larger one as they waited for the doctor to come into the room. Her knee bounced and her lip was soon to start bleeding as she gnawed on it. "Yer gonna wear a hole in your lip if you keep on." he told her, moving his thumb to pull her lip from her teeth and then stroke her jaw. "Everything is gonna be fine so you just quit you worrying." he told her, attempting to keep up his positive attitude. As the door opened he looked up to the man and saw his face set in a firm look.

"I'm not going to beat around the bush..." he sighed. "The results of your scans came back Ms. l/n and I'm sorry to tell you that the damage to your uterus all those years ago is what is causing your infertility."

Swallowing hard your hand subconsciously went to your lower abdomen, your thumb tracing over the scar there from where you had gotten shot. "O..okay so is there anything that can be don..."

"I'm afraid there isn't. It pains me to have to tell you this but you will never be able to bare children. I am so sorry."

Watching numbly as the doctor left the both of you alone in the room you felt your heart hammer in your chest. It felt as though your lungs had stopped working. Staring at the door still your eyes shakingly moved to look beside you when you felt his hand pull away from yours. "Ed..." you whispered out. His eyes never once looked to you, he didn't say a word as he crossed the room and left as well. Blinking you felt your heart fall to your stomach, tears rolled down your cheeks and a sob fell from your lips. Bending over you buried your face in your hands and cried.

He had just left her. Left her alone to deal with the heartbreaking news on her own. At the time all he had been able to focus on was his own broken heart, he hadn't even registered how much she was hurting. For three days he had stayed away from his own ship, drinking until he couldn't feel a damn thing. By the time he had finally given up and walked back to the ship she was gone. The crew looked him with sorrow as he made his way into their shared cabin to find all of her things had been removed from the room. What was even worse is that he remembered being slightly relieved when he found her note telling him how she wasn't going to be the one to hold him back from his dream. Giving the order they had left the island without him even once trying to go find her.

It proved to be all in vain though, all those years and not once did he ever find another that came close to take her place in his heart. He never had any relationships after he and he never fathered any children. Sure he had taken in many children that he called his own but never did his family feel complet. She had been the one, the only one he would ever love and he had just walked away. As time passed he never could get up the courage to go seek her out, not after everything he had done. Only now when he was dying did he finally man up. He wouldn't blame her if she turned him away, if she yelled, if she hit him, all he wished was to see her again, to tell her how sorry he was.

Swallowing hard he took a deep breath and stood tall as he walked over to the door and knocked three times. Hearing the scrap of the chair on the floorboards he tried to slow his racing heart. When the wooden door opened with a creak he froze in place, holding his breath. It had been over thirty years but she was still the most beautiful woman he had ever laid eyes on.

Answering the door you felt the cold night's air whisk into your home, felt the wind blown rain hitting your bare feet and hand. Waiting you listened intently but heard nothing. "Hello. Is someone there?"

She was looking right at him, well right at his chest. Knitting his brows he watched her head slowly turn a little to the side, seemingly looking out beside him.

"Hello? Jade is that you?"

Finally looking into her eyes he felt his mouth go dry and his breath catch in his throat. They were grey, clouded over. She was blind. Paralyzed he just stood there and stared down at her. She stood there for a moment longer before he saw her face fell, a look of pure isolation coming over her beautiful face. Her sightless eyes dropped down as she slowly moved to close the door. Quickly sticking his boot between the door and the frame to stop it he finally took in a much needed breath. "Y/n..."

Gasping you snapped your eyes up out of habit alone and felt your breath hitch in your chest. You knew that voice, it was a tad bit deeper now, rougher but you would never be able to forget it. Only that voice alone could make your knees grow weak. "E..ed?"

Seeing her trembling hand move towards him he felt a knot form in his throat and moved his own hand to take it. "A..aye lass." he said, his voice breaking. Watching as her clouded eyes filled with tears and her bottom lip trembled he swallowed thickly.

"I'm s..sorry..." you sobbed out, tears rolling down your cheeks.

She was apologizing to him? Of course she was, she was selfless, that's how she had always been, ever since they were children.

Sniffling, your shoulders shook and you dropped your head low, "I... f..failed you."

It was like someone had stuck a blade straight through his heart. Without warning he fell to his knees in front of her and felt tears fall from his own eyes. "No darlin' I failed you. I abandoned you and I... I am so so sorry." he cried. "I was a fool, a selfish fool. I walked away from the best thing in my life when she needed me most. Oh Gods Y/n I am so incredibly sorry."

Hearing him sobbing you moved forward and felt his strong arms wrap around your middle.

Holding her like his life depended on it he buried his face into her chest and cried, all of his emotions from the years hitting him at once.

They had both stayed there, crying into one another's embrace for a long while. Realizing she too was now wet and cold he stood from the steps, his arms still holding her tightly as he lifted her up and carried her inside the small home, kicking the door shut behind him. Leaning forward to kiss her his lips barely touched her before she was pulling away and dipping her head, her eyes closed.

"Ed you don't want to... I mean we can't...I can't..." Stumbling over your words you felt your heart aching as all of your insecurities started bombarding you. You wanted to kiss him, to touch him, to be with him again but you knew that wasn't possible, nor fair to him.

Knitting his brows he glanced to her and saw her ashamed. "Why?"

"I'm... I can't..."

Watching as her trembling fingers moved to her closed eyes he furrowed his brows. Swallowing hard he lifted his chin and moved to take her small hand in one of his so he could bring it to his face. "You think that matters to me?" Seeing her lip twitch he leaned his forehead to touch hers. "Lass open yer eyes." Watching as they slowly opened he looked into them and let out a sigh. "I love you, all of you. Doesn't matter to me if you can see or not." he told her and saw as she blinked and a tear fell from the right one. Kissing her lips again he grinned. "Besides the way I remember it we were always good at exploring each other's bodies in the dark anyways." he told her and heard her chuckle softly, her lips turning up into a small smile before he claimed them again.

One by one denched items of clothes dropped to the floor from the living room, all the way into the only bedroom. Continuing to kiss her he cracked his eyes open to glance around the small room. It was minimal, a small dresser and a low bed with a little table beside it. Kicking off his boots and stepping out of his pants he carried her over to the bed and took just a moment to yank down the covers before laying her on her back. Following after her he held himself up above her and hoped the thing held up. Covering her mouth with his own he ran his hand down her side, enjoying the feel of laying with her skin on his again. Marco and the other doctors and nurses had all told him not to do anything too 'exciting' but the hell with them. He had thirty years of heartache to make up for and he was going to enjoy every second of it even if it cost him his life.

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Waking up the next morning he opened his eyes and looked around the room. When something caught his eye on the table and he glanced over to see something that made his heart throb. It was the picture of the two of them, the one that always sat on the dresser in the cabin. They were both so young in the picture, so happy and carefree, not yet bothered by the troubles of life. God what he wouldn't give to go back to that moment and do things the right way. Glancing down to the woman currently curled up in his side with her head laying on his chest he took a deep breath. Rubbing her bare back he felt her stir and smiled at her as her eyes opened even though he knew she couldn't see it. He may not be able to go back in time but damn if he couldn't still make things right.

For the rest of the morning they had taken the time to catch up. She had cooked him breakfast which had amazed him as she didn't spill or drop anything. When he had commented on it she simply smiled and told him it was something she had gotten used to. Over their meal she told him how it had happened, how some young pirate had used his devil fruit ability to take away her sight when she had stopped him from robbing the store she had been working in a few years ago.

"It was hard in the beginning, some things still prove to be more difficult but than other but Jade has been a big help."

"Who's Jade?" he asked, remembering her calling out for the person last night.

"She's the granddaughter of the man who owned the store I used to work in. Very kind, caring girl. She comes over to visit me and bring me things. Sometimes her fiance comes as well." you told him with a smile.

Humming he sipped at his tea. "Lass I... I want you to come back with me, back to the ship. I want you with me." he told her.

Looking down you licked your lips. "I can't."

"Why, give me a reason."

"Because Ed it's not fair..."

"Not fair to who?"

"To you and the rest of the crew." lifting your head to face across the table where you knew he was sitting you sighed, "I'm blind and I'm old, I'm a blind old woman and I'll just get in the way."

Getting up he moved over to kneel down in front of her, taking her hands in his. "You won't be in the way. Darlin' that ship is as much your home as it is mine. You belong there... with me." Looking into her cloudy eyes he took a deep breath. "There something I haven't told you yet, something you should know." When she continued sitting silently he looked down to their joined hands and stroked the back of her hand with his thumb. "I'm sick lass. Doctors and nurses say I only got a few years left. I know it's wrong of me to come here now, to ask for your forgiveness when I'm at the end of my life but I... I missed you. Not a day has went by that I haven't thought about you. So many years I've wanted to find you but I was a coward. I didn't deserve your forgiveness and I still don't, I never will. But I hoped that you might find it in that kind heart of yours to give me another chance." taking a much needed breath he reached into his pocket "Darlin' I don't have long left on this earth but I'd like to spend my remaining time as your husband. If you'll let me."

Feeling him place something in your hands you furrowed your brows and felt it over. Running your fingers over the cool smooth band and then over the top of the stone, feeling the little things set around it you gasped. This was your ring, the ring he had given you all those years ago when he had asked you to be his wife. When he had never came back you had left it there along with your letter, believing it should be given to someone more deserving, someone who wasn't broken like you. You could picture it perfectly in your head, the band was a soft gold, the large stone in the center a oval white opal and the little ones gems around it the same color as the sea. Running your fingertip over the engraving along the inside of the band you felt tears fill your eyes as you recalled what was there.

"Forever my greatest treasure." he said with a heavy heart. "I'm sorry it took me so long to see the truth in those words."

Leaning forward you cuped the side of his cheek and pressed your lips to his.

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Their wedding had been a long awaited affair. It was simple and on the ship with all of his sons... their sons present. Some of the older ones who had knew her way back when hugged her tightly as she came back into their lives. Marco especially had been ecstatic and quickly apologized for him being an idiot. That night they ate and drank and danced like they were thirty years younger. He held her in his lap which had always been her seat and laughed as their sons drank themselves silly. At one point the world around him had gotten quiet and he just stared at her. She looked so beautiful in her wedding dress, her white hair done up and that carefree smile gracing her lips. It was in that moment that he finally had his family. Pulling her back into his chest he dipped his head to kiss her temple, feeling her fingers brush his neck softly.

Nineteen months, they had had nineteen months together before she was taken from him. Marco never could figure out what had caused her to get sick. It seemed to happen so suddenly, one minute she was sitting with him in his chair, the both of them talking and smiling and then the next she was falling to the deck. Over the next week she would grow incredibly thin from not eating and weak but not once did she lose her smile. Even at the very end as he held her hand she had smiled up at him...

"I'll be waiting."

Those were her last words to him before her grey eyes slipped close and her hand fell limply in his. He had cried for hours beside her, holding her hand still before his sons came to take her away. It was almost poetic now that he thought about it, he had left her all those years ago only for her to leave him in the end. Nineteen months could never make up from all the time they should have had but damn if they hadn't made every second count. In that short time he had never smiled and laughed so much, they joked and talked deeply about the things they had discussed all those years ago. Names that they would have given their children, what they would have looked like. They had both smiled with tears in their eyes when they joked about how much trouble their little ones would have likely gotten into.

It was a short time but it was a great time.

Looking around the green fields he knit his brows. Where was he? The last thing he remembered was being in the middle of a battlefield. Looking down at his hands that had just been covered in blood he saw them clean and smooth. Seeing something along his shoulder he lifted it to see it was hair, his hair. Now he was confused. Hearing the crashing of waves he turned and followed them. Going up the hill he spotted something up ahead in the tall grass and his steps faltered a bit. He knew that frame, that hair. Blinking slowly he continued up until he got just behind them, moving to stand beside her a bit. When her e/c eyes lifted to his he felt his heart hammer in his chest. She was young again, her eyes no longer cloudy but bright and her lips full. Hugging her closely he breathed in deeply, no longer feeling the pain in his body as he did so.

Smiling up at your Edward you lifted your hand to twirl a strand of his golden hair around your finger. "We missed you."

"We?" he questioned, his brows knitting together a bit. Feeling her take his hand he looked down as she placed it on her slightly rounded belly. His eyes went wide and his breath caught in his throat. Snapping his eyes back up to hers he saw her smile.

"We." you confirmed and watched as his face broke into the largest smile you had ever seen.

#Whitebeard #whitebeard one piece #one piece whitebeard #whitebeard x reader #edward newgate #feedback would be appreciated #edward newgate x reader #angst #heavy angst #happy ending #infertility

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baejax-the-great · 3 years

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The Egg Method

Mass Effect 1, Kaidan and Shepard gen fic. Read on AO3

Mentions of food, Mindoir, and biotics.

“How did you train your biotics, if you don’t mind me asking? Did the colony hire someone or…?”

As much as Shepard hated talking about Mindoir, it was a fair question, given everything Kaidan had told her about BAaT. And anyway, these memories weren’t bad ones for once. Shepard shook her head. “Nah, it was eggs.”

“Uh… what? …Ma’am?” he added someone belatedly.

“I trained my biotics using eggs.”

Her parents really hadn’t known what to do with her when the biotics showed up, but she was not the only colony kid creating mass effect fields in their bedroom and causing structural damage to their prefabs. It was her dad who came up with the “egg method” of training before the Alliance had pulled her out of the rubble and jammed an amp in her head.

Kaidan was still staring at her with one furry eyebrow raised in complete incomprehension.

“Here, do we have any eggs in the fridge?” she asked, “Get ‘em out.”

Kaidain approached the fridge slowly, like he still wasn’t certain if she was being literal or not and set a full carton of eggs on the counter as delicately as if they were little grenades. The eggs exploding all over the kitchen wasn’t the most outlandish fear; she was out of practice with this after all.

“Okay. Pick some number of them and toss them in the air.”

“Ma’am?” If Kaidan’s eyebrow could raise further up his forehead, it would have. Shepard also didn’t miss that she’d caught the attention of a number of people on duty who now paused in their tracks, datapads hanging limply in their hands, and if she screwed this up she’d have the attention of every single member of the crew along with a sticky mess on the floor. Kaidan bobbed his head back and forth as he considered tossing eggs on a spaceship, and Shepard called out, “Do I have to make that an order, lieutenant?”

With a wince he tossed four in the air, and Shepard caught each of them in their own little mass effect field. For one split second she was certain she’d cracked the shell on the leftmost one, gravity and mass fluctuating in her fingers as she adjusted her control over them. She was not mopping the deck today or wasting precious non-frozen food on a stunt.

“Eggs and open space,” she said once she was sure of her grip on them. She tossed an egg out of a field and caught it in a new one. “That is what we had the most of on Mindoir.” She tossed another, then another, and she heard Chakwas start laughing behind her as the eggs hit a juggling pattern. “Throw more in if you like, Lieutenant. This is hardly a challenge.”

Kaidan’s mouth had dropped open, but he tossed a fifth egg in. With a sixth, she had two simultaneous juggling circles. Toss, catch, toss, catch, mass effect fields flickering in and out of existence and not a single egg cracking. An old rhythm that was just like riding a bicycle on a tightrope that was on fire. She was panting with exertion by the time he got the ninth in there, though she still enjoyed the gasp from her crew as she flicked an egg high over everyone’s heads and caught it neatly just next to Quezado’s ear. With twelve eggs, her skin was crackling with blue energy even as the eggs stayed pristine in their fragile shells. Twelve perfectly controlled fields, flicking in an out of existence in perfect coordination and timing.

Had this been Mindoir, her father would have rewarded her with French toast for this performance.

Twelve was enough, though, and the collar of her shirt was soaked with sweat. She brought the fields together to hover just in front of Kaidan, and with her nod, he plucked them out of the air and placed them back in their carton while Chakwas and Liara clapped politely. The rest of the crew looked confused, having never seen a biotic display out of Shepard before, but as their commander rolled her shoulders, a couple others joined in the weak applause.

“If the whole soldier thing hadn’t worked out, I figured I’d have a solid chance in a circus somewhere,” Shepard announced, accepting the performance was a bizarre misstep and deciding she didn’t really care. Yeah, the crew was uncomfortable with someone who could tear the ship apart with her mind—or two someones, as everyone knew Kaidan could, too—and reminding them of that fact probably wouldn’t win her any friends, but her father had been right all those years ago—if she could hold an egg in a mass effect field without cracking it, she wouldn’t bring the house down with every temper tantrum. Or nightmare.

He would have enjoyed today’s show.

Once everyone had cleared out, Kaidan muttered, “You did all of this back then without an amp?” He shook his head in disbelief as he closed up the carton and turned back to the fridge.

“Whoa, whoa, whoa, lieutenant,” Shepard objected, one hand in the air. “Where do you think you’re going with those?”

He turned back to her and followed her pointed stare to the frying pan on the drying rack. Instead of putting the eggs away, he pulled out milk and some cheese. “A display like that would work up an appetite,” he conceded.

“Damn right. And I’ve gone through all the trouble of prescrambling those eggs for you.”

Kaidan laughed as he cracked the first egg and found that the yolk had broken and mixed entirely with the whites. Shepard shrugged. Not even she was perfect at biotically juggling eggs.

“Uh, omelet then?” he offered.

“Perfect.”

#mass effect #kaidan alenko #shepard #nadia shepard #my writing #mass effect fanfic #gen fic #lol I think I'll only be writing genfic from now on idk #food mention #god I now have the worst HCs for shep's parents lmao

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The Turncoat.

Part Six of the ‘Blood and Beskar’ series.

The Mandalorian x Fem!Reader

Word count: 6.78k

Warnings: Language, brief mention of adult themes, so 18+ just in case, if you are a child please turn around and go back from whence you came thank you :). Violence, Canon with a little bit extra sprinkled in. Very dialogue heavy

A/n ~ Hi, as promised here’s chapter 6. I feel like this chapter isn’t the best because of how dialogue heavy it is :/ But I don’t know what else to do with it so here it is I hope you like it. Feedback is always welcome :) Enjoy xxx

Update (25/07/21): I have indeed decided to continue writing this fic. So there will be more to come very soon :)

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Mando had managed to gracefully land the crest in the hangar at Mos Eisley. The puff and spatter of its engines rattling as it powers down. You hoped it wasn't obvious to whoever had to fix it that you'd been in a shootout less than an hour ago. Things like that lead to questions and questions lead to mistakes.

Mando turns and stands from the pilot's chair.

"If anyone asks about this," He gestures to the ship "Make something up, the less people know the better,"

You nod, moving out of the cockpit doorway to allow him to pass, turning to the child who's babbling happily in his container, you pick him up and place him on your hip, cradling his head in the crook of your arm.

"Maker, how you keep smiling all the time buddy I don't know," you sigh making your way from the cockpit down to the hull.

Dropping down the ladder to the hull, you look for the familiar shine of beskar. Your search is interrupted by a single blaster shot and shouting. You quickly place the child in Mando's cot and sealing the lock on the door, quietly moving closer to the ramp.

"Hey...Hey!" a sharp voice sounds from the back of the hangar, your hand hovers over your holstered blaster as you move towards the Mandalorian at the end of the ramp.

A small woman with tightly curled almost frizzy hair stalks into view towards you and Mando.

"You damage my droid, you pay for it," she states pointing her finger at the Mandalorian's chest.

"Just keep them away from my ship," Mando responds roughly.

Ah droids, another thing you could add to the ever-growing list of things the Mandalorian didn't like, right next to conversation and you. The conversation between the woman and Mando when back and forth, haggling on how much the hangar and repairs would cost.

"Would you look at that," she shouts assessing the damage "You've got a lot of carbon scoring up top, and a fuel leak, if I didn't know any better I would think you were in a shootout!"

You tense turning to look at Mando who just simply shakes his head. You expect the stranger to inquire further but she doesn't, she continues assessing the damage and starts walking back to you and Mando, wiping her hands on a rag.

"Your ship is a mess, and since I ain't using droids then it's going to cost you extra," she smiles, her gaze drifting between you and the Mandalorian.

Mando shifts, grasping the small pouch of credits from his belt and holding it out.

"I have five hundred imperial credits," he states plainly tossing the pouch to the woman, clearly he wasn't in the mood to haggle.

"That's it?" She scoffs "That'll just about cover the hangar,"

You roll your eyes, typical you thought to yourself. You knew the price was steep but the crest needed its repairs and you'd be damned if you had to spend more time than you had to on Tatooine.

"I'll get you your money," Mando assures the woman turning to walk away from the ship. You follow him hearing the woman mumble a faint "Yeah I've heard that one before,"

Before you can make it out of the hangar Mando stops causing you to walk straight into what you could only describe as a beskar clad wall.

"Ouch... What are y-" you begin to ask.

"You need to stay with the kid," Mando orders, crowding the exit.

"The kid will be fine, I made sure to lock the bunk," You respond quickly, rolling your eyes at his bossy tone. He raises his shoulders, breathing in to answer you.

"And before you say anything, I need clothes and essentials which I recall is your fault because you wouldn't let me go back for my bag on Felucia," you quip standing your ground, prodding your finger into his beskar clad chest.

Mando considered your argument, then looked into your eyes. They flickered with defiance and determination. Saying no to you was becoming increasingly difficult, he couldn’t quite place why. Nodding he moved aside, allowing you to walk past him and out of the hangar.

Tatooine held first place for your most hated planet on the outer rim. The first thing that hits you is the heat, the stagnant sweltering kind that dried your throat. The second thing you notice is the sand the tiny grains of misery that always managed to filter their way into your clothes, making sure to provide infuriating irritation in their wake. The third thing you notice is the people, Tatooine was infamous for its abundance of criminals and unsavoury types, many of which had bounties on their heads. Its the third prospect of this planet that creates an uneasiness in your stomach.

As you’re walking Mando notices you’re uncharacteristically quiet. He would have thought you’d be complaining to your heart’s content or finding some way to get under his skin, but you remain silent, shuffling along quietly behind him, your discomfort emitting off you in waves.

"You've been here before?" he asks. The sudden start in conversation takes you off guard.

"Of course, bounty hunter remember," you chuckle pointing at yourself.

"You don't like it here?" he asks a genuine interest in his voice.

"It's a skugpot full of criminals and it's got sand, I don't like sand. Correction. I hate sand," you ramble "You find it in places you didn't even know you could for days,"

Your response earns a low chuckle, if you weren’t listening you would have missed it.

"You know I'm starting to think you find me funny," you smile nudging into him playfully. He doesn’t respond, just continues walking towards the marketplace in the centre of the town. You smirk to yourself, he didn’t need to respond for you to get your answer. He could deny it all he wanted but the big bad Mandalorian found you his ex bounty and resident babysitter, funny.

The marketplace is bustling, vendors from every stall calling out to potential patrons urging them to invest in the goods they had to offer. You’d never been scared of this place as your time as a bounty hunter, the place was known for its dubious characters often willing to sell out anyone to the highest bidder, that’s what made your job just that little bit easier when it came to hunting bounties. However, the atmosphere was different, now you were the bounty and it felt like someone always had their eyes on you.

Staying close to Mando you push through the crowds towards the stalls you needed, you glanced over at the clothes the stalls had to offer each item highly overpriced but you didn’t expect anything more from this planet. Fully engrossed in the prattling vendor in front of you, you don’t hear the Mandalorian mumble something to you and you don’t see him walking away in the opposite direction.

After a little deliberation, you settle for some simple shirts, a tunic for the cold weather and a pair of combat trousers. Your mind wanders to the shirt you were wearing, his shirt, the smell of him had worn off over time but as ridiculous as it sounded it still made you feel safe. Would he want it back now you had shirts of your own? This was pathetic, you were a badass bounty hunter, and you’d survived this long by yourself, you didn’t need to ruin that now by gaining an attachment to someone who tolerated you out of convenience and definitely would not feel the same way. Did you?

You selected some soap and shampoo, notes of citrus and sandalwood drifting into your nose. It was similar to the ones that the Mandalorian used because it was easier to share right? You paid the vendor, almost grimacing at the amount you had to shell out, you sigh, everyone had to earn a living somehow. Realising you hadn’t asked Mando if he needed anything you turned, opening your mouth to speak. But he wasn’t there. When had he left?

Your senses heightened, low-level panic searing through your chest. He was just right there, and now he was gone, he hadn’t said anything, had he? Your attention had been on what the vendor had been saying. You took a deep breath trying to remain calm. Now was not the time to panic especially given the place you were, people here prayed on vulnerability. You silently cursed that walking pile of beskar for dragging you to a place you despised and then leaving you. Bastard.

You slung your newly purchased pack over your back and stalked around the stalls hoping to see the familiar glint of beskar. How in makers name could you lose him, he stuck out like a sore thumb. The bazaar was still bustling with people shouting and laughing, the faint sounds of music permeating through the air. It felt like you were going in circles the stalls all seeming familiar and the buildings the same tan exterior. You started to walk back to the hangar, trying to remember your steps, taking a left or was it right? You continued walking the alleyway only littered with a few stalls the proprietors much less boisterous than the ones before. Yep you’ve definitely taken a wrong turn. You think to yourself, you pivot on your heels and begin walking back the way you came stopping when you hear an unknown voice speak behind you.

“Well, well, well, you seem to be a little lost princess,”

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“I’m going to find something, stay here,” Mando mumbles behind you, turning to walk towards the junker’s yard adjacent to the market stalls.

The shop was quiet, dust settling in a thin film over everything and ship parts piled high.

“Can I help you?” a voice asks, presumably the shop’s owner.

“I need of long-distance communication devices,” Mando explained.

“Ah follow me,” the owner states, turning and shuffling towards a crate in the corner of the yard. Thinking back to you Mando turns to look back at the market. Thankfully you seemed to have listened to his directions, still nodding at the vendor talking to you. He notices you choose some shirts from the stall, somewhere in the deepest part of his brain he had hoped you’d keep his shirt, even though you weren’t his it roused something within him to see you wearing it. Snapping out of his train of thought to the sound of the junker’s ramblings Mando walks to where the junker is stood with a pair of comms, still making sure you were in his line of sight.

“How much?” he asks shortly, he wasn’t in a negotiating mood.

“Two Hundred,” the junker states, clearly like everyone else on this planet extortion seemed to be his only form of income too.

“Two Hundred? That’s steep, I could find a pair brand new for a hundred on the Mid rim,” Mando grunts bluntly.

“Hate to break it to you buddy but you’re on the outer rim, things are a bit more pricey out here,” the junker smirks, stretching out his arm to shake on the purchase.

“One fifty?” Mando pushes, anxious to get back to the market. To you.

“I...” the proprietor goes to argue “Ugh fine, one fifty,” he shakes Mando’s hand and exchanging the comms for the pouch of credits.

Without another word, Mando walks towards the entrance of the yard looking at the stall you were stood at. Except you weren’t there, the vendor now harassing someone else.

“Osik...” Mando huffs stepping out into the bustling marketplace.

He’d asked you to do one thing and you weren’t capable of doing that. Typical. He thought to himself, you were too rebellious for your own good. He cursed to himself as he looks around the waves of people, you could easily blend into the crowds, unlike him, you didn’t stand out. For the first time the Mandalorian doubts you, he contemplates that idea you’d taken the initiative to run, to get out of here and escape capture. From the times he’d raced you to capture a bounty or encountered you briefly on Nevarro he gathered you were like him, alone, independent. He can’t ignore the sinking feeling in his chest that you’d so willingly leave. He pushes his doubt to the side, you wouldn’t leave without saying something. You always had something to say, a quip or smartass comment. Pushing through the crowds he searches for you, mentally grumbling about how you couldn’t just follow simple instruction and stay put.

After the fourth circuit of the marketplace, Mando starts to worry, though he knew you could look after yourself, there was still a danger especially being on Tatooine, it wouldn’t be surprising if someone from the guild was here. Mando begins to make his way back to the hangar, maybe you’d gone back to the kid, or stopped by in the nearest cantina. Taking a left to the quieter part of the market place his helmet picks up on a loud conversation nearby. A male voice and another, that sounded unmistakably like you. The conversation becomes more heated as Mando moves towards the source, then a flurry of blaster shots sound through making his heart drop and his feet break out into a sprint.

As he turns around the corner he’s met with a surprising sight, a large man pressed up against the wall of the building, arm pinned behind his back and howling in pain as he tried to move, by none other than you. Relief flooded through Mando, relief that was quickly replaced by that deep feeling he had felt the first time you had worn his shirt. He couldn’t ignore the fact his cock twitched in his pants at the sight of you fiercely subduing your opponent. He’s brought out of his trance by the familiar ring of your voice. Clearing his throat he turns his attention to you.

“Ah, just when I thought you’d left me,” you shout, pressing your opponents arm up his back earning another groan of discomfort.

“You’ve got to help me man, I was only having a little fun I meant no harm,” the man muffles against the wall.

“Let him go,” Mando reasons turning his attention to you. You look at him a scowl on your face, then finally releasing your grip from the man’s arm.

“Yeah that’s it do as he says, bitch,” the man spits pushing off the wall.

Without thinking about it you propel your fist forward, connecting with his nose, you hear a crack and you’re not sure if it’s your hand or his nose. But he grunts in pain, clutching his nose as blood begins to trickle down his face. Before you can take another swing the Mandalorian moves past you, fast enough his movement could almost be described as a streak of beskar. He clutches the man by the collar and propels him back into the wall.

“You ever say anything, come near her or touch her again, you’ll have me to deal with, Understand?” He growls, earning a fast nod from the wide-eyed man as he slips away clutching his nose.

“I had it handled,” you huffed, wincing at your split knuckles.

“Why do you always attract trouble?” Mando sighs, pacing towards you grasping at your hand to assess the damage. The touch of the leather gloves on your hand makes your skin prickle, but you were too pent up from the anger that you’d felt at the man before you didn’t dwell on the feeling.

“You’re the one that left me, I was looking for you!” You shout pulling your hand from his grip.

“I told you where I was going,” Mando grunts moving away from you

“No, I...” you stammer. Had he said something to you?

“Weren’t listening as usual,” Mando stated bluntly. Making you pull a face.

“Whatever, weren’t we supposed to be finding a job today?” You ask quickly changing the topic. Starting to walk back to the main marketplace.

“The guild used to operate from a cantina not far from here, they might have something,” Mando grumbles before taking the lead, walking in the direction of the marketplace.

Now the conversation had died down, you were left to reminisce on what had just happened. Mando threatening someone shouldn’t have added fuel to the spark already ignited deep inside your stomach, but something about it made your heart stop and your breathing slow. You didn’t like feeling like a damsel in distress, you could’ve handled it yourself, but you’d be lying if you hadn’t enjoyed Mando threatening a man for you. The way he had done it radiated possessiveness and it made you shiver, you knew you were reading into the situation but a girl could dream right?

The walk to the cantina took a lot less time than you had expected, you were less lost than you thought you were as the marketplace began to look more familiar. You followed Mando through the door into a building that you presumed was the cantina he’d been looking for. The cantina was quiet, only a couple of patrons, keeping their business to themselves or too fully engrossed in a quiet game of Sabacc, but as you and Mando walk through the doors eyes raise onto where you’re stood. You knew it was Mando they were looking at, if it was you in their situation you would’ve too, he was hard to ignore. Silently, Mando walks to the bar where a droid is cleaning glasses.

“Hey droid, I’m a hunter, I’m looking for some work,” Mando says quietly leaning on the bar.

“Unfortunately the bounty guild no longer operates from Tatooine,”

“We’re not looking for guild work,” you chip in, earning a steeled glance from the Mandalorian, you shrug your shoulders in response.

“I am afraid that does not improve your situation, at least by my calculations,” The droid stares blankly, continuing to clean the bar. You sigh, looking to Mando for direction, this was your only shot at getting the credits to pay for the ship. This place was a skughole, the perfect place for dodgy jobs and suddenly there wasn’t any.

“Think again, Tin Can,” a smooth voice calls from a booth to your left. You turn with Mando, observing the owner of the voice. A man sits with his legs propped against the table, he looked about your age, maybe younger. To put it simply he looked like trouble.

“If you’re looking for work, have a seat, my friends,” he smiles, keeping eye contact with you. You almost cringe in disgust, but you look to Mando for his next move.

“Name’s Toro, Toro Calican,” the stranger speaks again as Mando moves towards the booth.

“Mando I don’t know about this,” you argue, but Mando was already taking a seat at the booth.

“Relax, sweetheart, sit,” Calican states smoothly, gesturing to the seat next to him. Reluctantly you move towards the table opting for the seat next to Mando, you felt the stranger’s eyes running over your figure as you sit seemingly a complete disregard for your company. Before you can protest his use of nicknames the stranger places a bounty puck onto the table.

“Picked up this bounty puck before I left the Mid Rim, Fennec Shand, an assassin,” Calican explains. You almost laugh at the guy, was he serious?

“I know the name,” Mando states nonchalantly

“I followed this tracking fob here, the positional data suggests she’s somewhere out beyond the Dune Sea, should be an easy job”

“Well good luck with that,” Mando nods at you, a queue for you to stand.

“Wait, wait, wait, hey. I thought you needed work?” Calican turns as you both begin walking out of the cantina. Mando stops.

“How long with the guild?” he asks walking back to the table.

“Long enough,” Calican retorts

“Listen, clearly you’re new to this profession,” You scoff turning to look at the stranger, “Fennec Shand is an elite mercenary, the best of the best,”

“She made her name killing for all the top crime syndicates including the Hutts, If you go after her you won’t make it past sunrise,” Mando interjects. You subconsciously shiver at his sentence, the uneasiness of past memories pooling in your stomach. If the Mandalorian noticed, he didn’t say anything. Mando turns again heading for the door, you follow suit.

“Wait! This is my first job, you can keep the money, all of it. I just need this job to get into the guild, I can’t do it alone” Calican pleads. Mando stops and turns again, the helmet tilting, the sign that he’s thinking.

“Wait, you aren’t seriously thinking about this! Mando it’s a suicide run!” you hiss.

“Meet me at hangar three-five in an hour, bring three speeder bikes and give me the tracking fob,” Mando orders, you shake your head in disbelief. So now was the time you got included. The time that almost certainly had only one outcome...death. Before you can say anything, Calican brings out the tracking fob and smashes it against the wall.

“Don’t worry I got it all memorised,” Calican smiles tapping the side of his head.

“Half an hour,” Mando orders before turning out of the cantina door. You follow hot on his trail.

“Are you crazy? First, the guy wants to take down Fennec Shand and now he smashes the fucking tracking fob!” you snap, hastily walking alongside him.

“We need the credits,” Mando states bluntly like the mission was no big deal.

“Yeah we need the credits Mando, but I’d also like to live to see the next cycle,” you argue

You don’t have time to argue before the Mandalorian’s figure crowds your space, stopping you in your tracks. You try to walk around him but he places a firm grip on your shoulders.

“What are...” you begin

“You wanted to be included, I’m including you, I chose to do this, we need the credits, anything else you’ve got to say, save it,” he asserts, letting go of your shoulders turning to the hangar’s entrance.

You stand there mouth agape, his dominance leaves your brain blank, the argument simply melting away, and embarrassingly a wetness forming in between your thighs. Your heart was thundering against your chest, leaving your breathing short and staggered. Nothing could have prepared you for what just happened. Annoyance simmered in the back of your brain, how could he do that? From a simple touch or just a sentence, reduce you to an incoherent mess. You needed to pull yourself together, this was entirely unprofessional.

Calming yourself, you make your way into the hangar. You’re met with the sound of Mando shouting something and the familiar voice of the woman from the Hangar. Stepping through the door you see the woman cradling the child. You walk over to the Mandalorian’s side.

“Have you any idea how long it took me to get it to sleep?” the woman complains

“Give him to me,” Mando demands pointing at the woman.

“Not so fast,” she turns the child away from you both. “You can’t just leave a child alone like that, you know you had an awful lot to learn about raising a young one,”

Mando turns to you, “I thought you said you locked the bunk,” he questions bluntly.

“I did,” you scoff “It’s not my fault he escaped, I double checked it was locked,” You crossed your arms.

The woman looks between you and the Mandalorian for a second before resuming her conversation.

“Anyway, I started the repair on the fuel leak, had a couple of setbacks I wanna talk to you about,” she begins “ You know I didn’t use any droids as requested, so it took me a lot longer than I expected,” She turns her attention to you as Mando walks onto the crest.

“But I figured you were good for the money seen as you have a couple of extra mouths to feed,” she adds. You roll your eyes, of course, it was going to cost extra, did you expect anything less. You barely had enough credits to pay for the hangar. You had no choice but to do this job. You turn to Mando who grabs his bag and walking off the ship.

“Thank you,” he nods making his way to the door.

You and the woman both raise your eyebrows. So he is capable of gratitude you thought.

“So I guess I was right you got a job didn’t you,” she pushes following the Mandalorian out of the door.

The woman continues to prattle on about money and droid expenses which you ignore, as your attention is now focussed on the two speeder bikes in front of you, clearly, Mando also noticed the discrepancy in the agreement.

“Hey, Mando, what d’ya think, not too shabby huh?” Calican smiles proudly

“I said three speeder bikes, there’s only two here,” Mando states pointedly, placing his pack on the speeder bike on the left.

Toro turns his attention to you, “ Well it looks like you and me get to share princess,” he replies, perching himself on the speeder bike smugly.

Your anger surges you forward, taking your knife from your thigh and holding it smoothly to his throat, causing Calican to stumble back slightly.

“Call me princess again and I’ll make sure you get real acquainted with the end of my knife, understand?” you growl, pointing your blade to his throat.

Mando chuckles at your remark, smirking as he swings his leg over to sit on the speeder. After Calican seems to understand your point, you go to join Mando on his speeder, lacing your hands around his torso. You could feel him tense at your touch, but then relax a couple seconds after. Starting the speeder bike and following Calican across the dunes.

Mando tries not to focus on your arms around his waist or your warmth against his back. The closeness of you was enough to stoke the embers slowly flickering in his stomach, leading him to think how pretty you would look holding onto him, with him on top of you. No. He shakes his head deciding to focus on the land ahead, and keeping in front of Calican’s speeder.

You roll your eyes at the fact two grown men were racing speeders right now, engrossed in their own little ego competition. After a while Mando signals for the speeders to stop.

“What’s going on?” Calican asks looking at Mando.

“Look. Up ahead,” Mando nods to a spot in the dunes where a group of figures moving.

Calican dismounts his speeder and walks towards the edge of the dune. Reluctantly, you let go of the Mandalorian, getting off the speeder and walking towards where Calican is stood with binoculars in his hands.

“Tusken Raiders,” he points out “I heard the locals talking about this filth,” You frown at his reference to the figures.

“Tuskens think they’re the locals, everyone else is just trespassing,” you inform, Calican scoffs in response. You feel your anger rising again at the ignorant stranger.

“Well, whatever they call themselves, they best keep their distance,”

“Yeah? Why don’t you tell them yourself?” Mando asks turning his helmet to a pair of raiders to your left. Calican steps back, reaching for his blaster in its holster.

“Relax,” he eases, placing himself in between you and the raiders. Looking at the raiders he begins to sign.

“What’s he doing?” Calican asks looking back and forth from the raiders to Mando.

“Negotiating,” you quip, paying attention to the Mandalorian’s hand movements. Your Tusken was rusty but you could vaguely make out what Mando and the raiders were saying.

“What’s going on?” Calican interjects again.

“We need passage across their land,” Mando explains “Let me see the binocs,” he asks, Calican questions earning a glare from your and a tilted helmet from Mando, reluctantly he passes them to Mando. You have to stifle a laugh when Mando tosses them to the raiders and Calican protests.

“Those were brand new!” Calican whines.

“Yeah, they were,” you chuckle walking back to the speeder with Mando before he starts up the speeder again.

After a while you sense the speeder slowing, you look forward. A large shadow moved across the plains ahead. This was not good. Following Mando, you scramble off the speeder and onto the dune below.

“Get down,” you and Mando order simultaneously, crawling to the ledge of the dune.

“Alright, tell me what you see,” Mando prompts. Before you can answer Calican cuts in.

“Dewback looks like the rider’s still attached,”

“Mando, I don’t like this,” you say, the feeling of uneasiness increasing in the pit of your stomach.

“Is that her? Is that the target,” Calican asks

“I don’t know, I’ll go. You cover me, stay down,” He orders looking at you, pulling his blaster out of its holster.

“Mando..” You start “Be careful,” you look at him, earning a nod in response before he disappears over the ledge. You pull your blaster out from its holster and watch the dunes for any other signs of movement. The air was tense, something wasn’t right, there was no way Fennec Shand was that rider, she was too skilled to be caught off guard so easily. Your concentration is broken by the sound of Calican shouting to Mando.

“Is it her? Is she dead?” he asks lifting his head higher over the ridge. What part of stay down did this idiot not understand.

“No, it’s another bounty hunter,” Mando replies as he inspects the corpse. The bad feeling in your gut increased. This was bad. You notice Mando look up then turn. He manages to shout get down before a flash of red hits him right in the back.

“Mando!” You shout pushing off your elbows in an attempt to get up, but Calican pulls you down just as another shot rings out, hitting Mando in the beskar as he tumbles over the edge of the dune. He hits the ground with a grunt.

“What happened?” Calican asks, peering over the edge.

“Sniper bolt.” Mando points out.

“Only an MK modified rifle could make that shot,” you looked at him in shock “Are you okay?” you ask trying not to sound too worried.

“Yeah. Hit me in the beskar,” Mando breathes heavily “and at that range, beskar held up,”

“Wait, I don’t wear any beskar,” Calican points out, looking at Mando with wide eyes.

“Nope,”

You chuckle at Mando’s reply.

“You see where that shot came from?” he asks

“Yeah, it came from somewhere on that ridge,” Calican guess.

“Approximately three klicks north-west,” you huff pointing to the exact ridge, your answer earning a glance from both men. You smirk as Mando explain his plan.

“I’m gonna rest, you take the first watch, stay low,” Mando orders walking back to the speeders.

“Looks like it’s just you and me,” Toro winks, you scoff before turning around and walking back to the bikes.

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The suns set pretty quickly on Tatooine, but it feels like forever with Toro’s incessant nattering, you even contemplated talking to Mando, his shortened responses would be infinitely better than Toro’s failed flirtation techniques. But he seemed to be asleep, propped up against the speeder bike silently.

“Alright, suns are down, time to ride Mando,” Toro projects walking over to where you’re sat.

“Come on, wake up,” he pushes before stopping a few feet in front of Mando. You would have interjected and told him to shut up, but a little part of you wanted to see how this went.

“Look at you, asleep on the job, old man,” Calican taunts “After this is done sweetheart feel free to trade-in for a newer model,” he smirks. You roll your eyes and scoff

“I’m afraid you’d be out of luck there, see I prefer men, not little boys trying to act all rough and tough,” you sneer. Toro’s eyes widen for a second before he turns back to Mando pulling out his blaster, pretending to quick draw. You roll your eyes, his actions just proving your point.

Mando smiles underneath his helmet at your comment, the feeling of pride blooming through his chest. He shouldn’t feel this possessiveness over you, you weren’t his. But the feeling that stirred inside him was involuntary. He needed to ignore it, he needed to keep your relationship professional, but as the time spent with you increased he found it harder to suppress that feeling.

“You done?” Mando asks bluntly before standing, clearly, this throws Calican off guard as he re-holsters his weapons and rubs the back of his neck.

“Yeah, yeah you know I was just waking you up,” he stammers.

“Get on your bike, ride across to those rocks as fast as you can, Y/N go with him,”

“What?” you start “I am not-”

“For once just do as I ask,” Mando lets out an exasperated sigh.

“I don’t know if you’ve noticed Mando but we’re not a walking talking pile of beskar like you, she’ll snipe us right off the bikes!” you hiss, crossing your arms in defiance. In return you get the cold star of the dark visor, you huff and climb onto the speeder.

Mando reaches into his pack and tosses two objects at you and Calican.

“It’s a flash charge, we alternate shots, it’ll blind any scope temporarily, combine that with our speed and we’ve got a chance ” he explains climbing onto his speeder. Toro opens his mouth to question the plan but before he can Mando interjects.

“Hey, you wanted this. Get ready,” Before you can say anything Mando speeds off towards the ridge. You mentally curse at how bad a plan this was, you’d be lucky if you made it out.

What happens next is all a blur, the rush of the speeders and the bright light of the alternating flash charges was blinding. So far, the plan seemed to be going well, both speeders managing to avoid the sniper shots from the ridge. Almost as if you couldn’t have spoken any sooner the speeder dips just as Toro goes to ignite the flash charge, causing the light to fall in the wrong direction. Fuck. You watch as a flash of red pulses straight into Mando’s speeder.

“No!” you shout, dread fills your body, turning back you see him sprawled out on the desert floor, thankfully you see him sit up to let off another flare. As Toro slows the speeder you launch yourself off the bike before it could stop moving, you stumble towards the Mandalorian before another sniper shot hits him square in the chest sending him flying.

“Mando!” You cry out running to where he was lying. He grunts and sits up brushing off the sand that had gathered on his flight suit.

“I’m fine, are you okay?” he asks the visor looking at you intently.

“What do you...” you start “I’m fine, you just got shot are you okay?” Before he can answer your question, you hear a blaster shot from the cliffs. Turning to look at each other, you both run. By the time you’d got to the top of the ridge, you were surprised to see that Calican was still alive, yes he was being choked to death by an assassin, but he’d still made it that far.

“Nice distraction,” Mando commends, pointing his blaster at Shand, who releases her grip.

“Yeah, ow, good work partners,” Calican groans crawling away to sit.

“Cuff yourself,” Mando orders, throwing the cuffs on the ground.

“Why don’t you go find your blaster,” Mando suggests to Calican, he nods walking away.

“A Mandalorian, it’s been a long time since I’ve seen one of your kind,” Shand states smoothly as she stands.

“Ever been to Nevarro?” She asks smiling smugly “ I hear things didn’t go so well there but it looks like you got off easily,”

“You don’t have to worry bout getting to Nevarro or anywhere else, once we turn you in,” Toro re-enters the conversation dusting off his blaster. “ You know, I really should thank you, you’re my ticket into the guild,” Toro taunts.

“You know, I thought Mandalorian’s were warriors of honour, so why are you hanging around with a wanted ex- bounty hunter?” Fennec asks slyly turning to you, and then Mando.

“Oh, she hasn’t told you?” Shand smirks

“Tell me what?” Mando asks, you close your eyes, hoping that she doesn’t push this further, but your prayers are squashed when she opens her mouth.

“Why she has a twenty thousand credit bounty on her head...” Fennec sneers, smiling when she’s met with silence.

“Let’s just say my previous employers aren’t best pleased with you are they?” Shand turns to you. You can feel the Mandalorian’s cold stare on the side of your head. You wait, the anticipation thick in the air.

“You pissed off the Hutts, one of the biggest crime syndicates in the galaxy!” Mando hisses

“Yeah, but Jabba is dead, it’s not that big of a deal,” you shrug trying to calm the situation.

“Twenty thousand credits, is a big deal, y/n, what did you do?” Mando insists

“It doesn’t matter,” you grit.

“What. Did. You. Do?” he pushes, his persistence hits a nerve.

“You know if you’d actually have bothered to ask me why I had such a high bounty on my head then maybe I would’ve told you my side of the story, but it’s all business with you isn’t it tin can,” You growl pointing your finger at him.

“I didn’t know how high it was, you know how it is, don’t ask questions,” Mando begins but you cut him off, rage piercing through your words.

“Oh no, you don’t get to act all high and mighty now bucket head, I did the exact same thing as you did with the kid, I didn’t follow through on a job that I knew was wrong!” you shout all your past frustrations lacing into your words.

You walk ahead to the bottom of the ridge where Toro is already waiting. You ignore him and walk straight to the speeders.

“Uh oh, looks like one of us is going to have to walk,” Shand says in a sing-song tone. Before Mando shoves her to the ground.

“Or we could drag you,” you hear Mando suggest lowly. Usually, you would have laughed at his remark, but all you felt was anger.

You watch as Mando and Calican walk away talking about a plan. Before Mando begins to walk away.

“Watch her keep her away from the bikes, she’s no good to us dead,” he states plainly before ignoring you and walking off into the desert. Oh, real mature you thought rolling your eyes. So now you had no idea what was going on.

“Where’s he going?” you ask

“To get the Dewback we saw earlier,” Toro informs you keeping his eye on Shand. You nod before propping yourself up on one of the bikes.

“You take first watch,” you instruct as you lean against the speeder, dismantling your blaster to reassemble in the hope it would help pass the time. Slowly, you begin to drift off the soft sound of the breeze lulling you to sleep.

The sound of conversation rouses you from your sleep.

“Bringing you in will make me a fully-fledged member of the guild,” Toro explains

“You already have something that the Guild values far more than me, you just don’t see it, ” Shand says smoothly. Toro looks at her in confusion. “The Mandalorian and the girl,” she explains “A Mandalorian shot up the guild on Nevarro, took a high-value target and went rogue, the girl is responsible for the death of a high ranking member of a crime syndicate, think what it would do for your reputation, your name will be legendary ” Shand negotiates.

You feel could almost hear the cogs turning in Calican’s head as he mulled the offer over.

“Take some advice kid, you wanna be a bounty hunter, make the best deal for yourself and survive,” As Shand raises her hands to be uncuffed you stand ready to protest. But before you can say anything a flash of red hits her straight and her body falls to the floor. You stand there eyes wide, looking over at Calican who’s now pointing his blaster at you. You go to reach for your blaster in its holster but you curse yourself as you remember you’d taken it out to reassemble it, you look down to see it lay on the ground next to the speeder. You raise your hands in an attempt to mediate the situation.

“Wait...” you plead. But as quickly as the words leave your mouth, the world around you goes dark.

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annotation for my "destiel but it's just one direction playlist," mainly for my sister who hasn't seen supernatural but you guys can read it too if you want :^)

DIANA // 4x01, "Lazarus Rising"

this episode introduces Cas :) Castiel speaks Enochian but when he was trying to speak to Dean he was instead causing radio static and shattering windows :) he gripped Dean tight and raised him from perdition :) he knew all of Dean’s soul just from touching him :) he left his handprint burned into Dean’s skin :)

Notable Lyrics:

how could someone not miss you at all?

i never would mistreat you, no, i’m not a criminal. i speak a different language but I still hear your call

let me be the one to light a fire inside those eyes. you’ve been lonely, you don’t even know me, but I can feel you crying. let me be the one to lift your heart up and save your life. i don’t think you even realize, baby, you’d be saving mine

it’s only been four months but you’ve fallen down so far

i wanna reach out for you, i wanna break these walls

we all need something. if i could hold you, swear i’d never put you down

KISS YOU // 4x07, "It's the Great Pumpkin, Sam Winchester"

the only reason i have for this is the pure tension between Dean and Cas in this ep, which includes Dean staring at Cas's mouth and licking his lips :)

Notable Lyrics:

i just wanna take you anywhere that you like, we could go out any day, any night. i’ll take you there

tell me how to turn your love on. you can get anything that you want

if you want me to, let’s make a move

HEY ANGEL // 4x10, "Heaven and Hell"

in this ep, there is a female angel who is. i mean she’s just there to mirror what Cas will become. she is a fallen angel who rebelled because she fell in love with humanity :) and Cas talks to her, tells her that “for the time, i feel…” later in the show there’s another angel that says Cas’s “true weakness is involved. he’s in love! with humanity" :) also in this ep, the female angel and Dean have sex. clearly if Cas was a woman they would’ve been in a relationship long ago :)

Notable Lyrics:

hey angel, do you look at us and laugh when we hold onto the past? hey angel, tell me, do you ever try to come to the other side?

i wish i could be more like you. do you wish you could be more like me?

i see you at the bar, at the edge of my bed, backseat of my car, in the back of my head

BETTER THAN WORDS // 4x22, "Lucifer Rising"

in this ep, Dean is kept in a beautiful white room (which they call the green room #theatrekidvibes), and everyone understands the tension between Dean and Cas to be needlessly horny :) Cas defies heaven's orders to help Dean :)

Notable Lyrics:

more than a feeling, crazy in love. every time we touch, i’m all shook up. best i ever had, hips don’t lie, you make me wanna—

how deep is your love? god only knows

i don’t know how else to sum it up, there’s no way i can explain your love

everyone tries to see what it feels like, but they’ll never be right

YOU & I // 4x22, "Lucifer Rising"

Castiel literally invented free will. the prophet Chuck couldn’t predict Castiel’s actions :) he said “you guys aren’t in this story!” and Cas replied “we’re making it up as we go” :)

Notable Lyrics:

we can make it ’til the end, nothing can come between you and i. not even the gods above can separate the two of us, nothing can come between you and i. we could make it if we try

EVERYTHING ABOUT YOU // 5x03, "Free to Be You and Me"

in this ep, Castiel thinks he is going to die the next day so Dean takes him out for a fun night :) and Dean says it’s the first time he’s laughed that hard in a long time :)

Notable Lyrics:

you know i’ve always got your back, so let me be the one you come running to. just call my name, i’ll be coming through. on the other side of the world, it don’t matter, i’ll be there in two

there’s something about your laugh that makes me want to have to. there’s nothing funny so we laugh at nothing.

every minute’s like the last so let’s just take it real slow. forget about the clock that’s ticking

you have always been the only one i wanted

i wanted you to know without you i can’t face it

WHY DON'T WE GO THERE // 5x03, "Free to Be You and Me"

same ep, but this is placed here because Dean said to Cas, “there are two things I know for certain. One: Bert and Ernie are gay. Two: you are not gonna die a virgin, not on my watch.” you connect those dots :)

Notable Lyrics:

think about all the places we could go if you five in tonight. just let me set you free

we’ve got all night, and we’re going nowhere. why don’t you stay? why don’t we go there? let’s take a ride out in the cold air, i know the way, why don’t you go there with me?

ONCE IN A LIFETIME // 5x04, "The End"

in this ep, an angel zaps Dean to five years into the future where he meets his future self and future Cas. there was HEAVY subtext that they were together :) at the end of the ep, after he sees his future self die and ultimately destroy the entire world, he is zapped back to present time (where it is safe) and Castiel is there waiting for him at the side of the road in the middle of the night :)

Notable Lyrics:

once in a lifetime, you were mine

when i close my eyes, all the stars align and you are by my side. once in a lifetime, it’s just right. we are always safe, not even the bad guys in the dark night could take it all away

DRAG ME DOWN // 6x20, "The Man Who Would Be King"

this fits anywhere between 4x01 and this ep, which is when. when Dean finds out that Cas had betrayed him and was working alongside the king of hell behind his back :) so as long as this is placed before That Scene, it's fine :)

Notable Lyrics:

i’ve got a fire for a heart, i’m not scared of the dark, you’ve never seen it look so easy. i’ve got a river for a soul, and baby, you’re a boat. baby you’re my only reason

if i didn’t have you, there would be nothing left. the shell of a man that could never be his best. if i didn’t have you, i’d never see the sun

you taught me how to be someone

all my life you stood by me, when no one else was ever behind me. with your love, nobody can drag me down

WOLVES // 6x20, "The Man Who Would Be King"

the war with angels is oncoming, so Cas is trying (trying) to do lots of damage control with that, which means killing angels and demons alike that are after the Winchesters. there's a great scene here :) idk it fits here somehow my brain is too big to be confined by the English language

Notable Lyrics:

in the middle of the night when the wolves come out, they head straight for your heart like a bullet in the dark. one by one, i take them down

i keep on holding tight now, ‘cause your body’s telling me don’t let go

just getting my demons out, wouldn’t ever doubt. your beauty could start a war as you walk in the dining room

i wish it wasn’t true, but the whole world’s trying to get a piece of you, and my heart keeps fighting in this battle of fools

INFINITY // 6x20, "The Man Who Would Be King"

since Cas is trying to prevent the war, much like Aziraphale, he is deemed a failed and fallen angel! :) but then Dean finds out Cas has been working with the king of hell behind his back! :) Cas says "It sounds so simple when you say it like that. Where were you when I needed to hear it?" and Dean replies "I was there. Where were you?" :)

Notable Lyrics:

down to earth, keep on falling when i know it hurts

now i’m one step closer to being two steps from you, when everybody wants you

i was there for you. all i ever wanted was the truth. how many nights have you wished someone would stay?

FOOL'S GOLD // 7x02, "Hello, Cruel World"

i see this as Cas POV as he decides to sacrifice himself and let the Leviathans destroy him, before he leaves Dean ahahaha! i see it in this point in time because Cas loves Dean but assumes Dean doesn't feel the same, but! as we see, Dean keeps Cas's coat (because he loves him)

Notable Lyrics:

i know in my heart, you’re not a constant star. i let you use me from the day that we first met, but I’m not done yet, falling for you. i knew that you turned it on for everyone you’ve met, but i don’t regret falling for you

i know your love’s not real, but that’s not the way it feels. that’s not the way you feel

HALF A HEART // 7x02-7x21

literally every time Cas dies, Dean becomes inconsolable and loses all will to live and succumbs to raging alcoholism :) in season 7, when Cas dies, Dean keeps his jacket. for months. :) also applies to 13x01-13x05

Notable Lyrics:

so your friends [have] been telling me, you’ve been sleeping with my sweater, and that you can’t stop missing me. bet my friends [have] been telling you, i’m not doing much better

i’m missing half of me, and being here without you is like i’m waking up to only half a blue sky. kind of there, but not quite. i’m walking 'round with just one shoe. i’m half a heart without you. i’m half a man at best, with half an arrow in my chest. i miss everything we do. i’m half a heart without you

forget all we said that night, it doesn’t even matter

though i try to get you out of my head, the truth is i got lost without you

GIRL ALMIGHTY // 8x17, "Goodbye Stranger"

very closely tied to the imagery of the episode rather than the story. the bright light as Cas overpowers his brainwashing, Dean kneeling in front of Cas. not to self-promo but watch my Religion AMV to see what i mean!! it's visceral stuff :)

Notable Lyrics:

her light is as loud as many ambulances as it takes to save a savior

am i the only believer? there’s something happening here. i hope you feel what i’m feeling too

i get down on my knees for you

STRONG // 8x17, "Goodbye Stranger"

Castiel has been brainwashed into betraying Dean again, to the point where he was forced to participate in hundreds of simulations where he has to kill Dean :) so when the time comes where he’s told to kill Dean, he suddenly can’t do it :) know why? because Dean tells him “Cas, it’s me. We need you. I need you.” :)

Notable Lyrics:

my hands, your hands, tied up like two ships. my heart, your heart, sit tight like bookends. pages between us written with no end. so many words we’re not saying. don’t wanna wait til it’s gone

i’m sorry if i say ‘i need you’

when i’m not with you, i’m weaker. is that so wrong? is it so wrong that you make me strong?

WHERE DO BROKEN HEARTS GO // 9x03, "I'm No Angel"

Cas loses his grace so now he is human. for some reason i don’t remember, Dean tells him he can’t stay at his place anymore. now Cas is homeless! :) and so Dean regrets it and goes to look for him :) also side note but there is some fan headcanons or theories that Cas had to resort to sex work to make money :/

Notable Lyrics:

counted all my mistakes and there’s only one standing out from the list of the things i’ve done. all the rest of my crimes don’t come close to the look on your face when i let you go.

the taste of your lips on the tip of my tongue is at the top of the list of the things i want

love was something you’ve never heard enough

now i’m searching every lonely place, every corner calling out your name, trying to find you, but i just don’t know. where do broken hearts go?

are you sleeping by yourself? or are you giving it to someone else?

tell me where you go when you feel afraid. tell me, will you ever love me again?

I WANT TO WRITE YOU A SONG // 11x03, "The Bad Seed"

no thoughts only the scene of Dean wrapping a blanket around Cas :)

Notable Lyrics:

i want to write you a song, one that’s beautiful as you are sweet, with just a hint of pain for the feeling that i get when you are gone

i want to lend you my coat, one that’s as soft as your cheek, so when the world is cold, you’ll have a hiding place you can go

everything i need i get from you, giving back is all i wanna do

MOMENTS // 11x23, "Alpha and Omega"

this song is like...every time Dean or Cas is about to sacrifice himself/DIE and they get emotional about it. this is an Exemplary episode that fits well with this song because a) they had time to make this plan, which means they would have time to say goodbyes and be ~intimate~ abt it, and b) the hug towards the end when Cas casually says "I could go with you," offering to DIE alongside Dean :)

Notable Lyrics:

shut the door, turn the light off. i wanna be with you, i wanna feel your love. i wanna lay beside you. i cannot hide this, even though i try.

trembling hands touch skin, it makes this harder. and the tears stream down my face

if we could only have this life for one more day. if we could only turn back time

i’ll be your life, your voice, your reason to be. my love/my heart is breathing for this moment in time. i’ll find the words to say before you leave me today.

don’t wanna be without you

there’s a pile of my clothes at the end of your bed as i feel myself fall, make a joke of it all

NO CONTROL // 12x23, "All Along the Watchtower"

this could honestly go anywhere, but i’m placing it in here in the chronology because it’s Cas charging blindly and headfirst into battle with literal Lucifer to protect Dean :) good moment contextually because before Cas ran away to help this woman give birth, he had a pretty cozy domestic life with Dean :) it's important to note that this does get him killed, which does lead to another grieving wife phase for Dean :)

Notable Lyrics:

beside you i’m a loaded gun. i can’t contain this anymore. i’m all yours, i’ve got no control. powerless, and i don’t care it’s obvious. i just can’t get enough of you. the pedal’s down, my eyes are closed

i don’t want to wash away the night before, and the heat where you laid, i could stay right here and burn in it all day

THROUGH THE DARK // 14x14, "Ouroboros"

this is not about the gay gorgon, folks, it's about the Ma'lak Box. Dean is crushed by the responsibility of having to lock himself in a LITERAL box to prevent Michael (the archangel inside his mind) from taking over

Notable Lyrics:

you tell me that you’re hurt and you’re in pain, and i can see your head is held in shame, but i just wanna see you smile again

i’ll be here for you. i will carry you over fire and water for your love. i will hold you closer, hope your heart is strong enough

i wish that i could take you to the stars. i’d never let you fall and break your heart

you tell me that you hurt, it’s all in vain, but i can see your heart can love again, and i remember you laughing so let’s just laugh again

CHANGE MY MIND // 15x03, "The Rupture"

Dean is being a pissy lil bitch because their child died and Castiel can’t deal with it so he leaves :) there’s a lot of stress in their relationship because they both have horrible communication issues. it boils down to Dean thinking like “i want people to just want to stay instead of leaving. i shouldn’t have to ask for that.” and Cas thinking like “i want people to tell me they want me around. i need that verbalized reassurance.” this is canon :)

Notable Lyrics:

the end of the night, we should say goodbye, but we carry on while everyone’s gone

never felt like this before, are we friends or are we more? as i’m walking towards the door, i’m not sure

if you say you want me to say, i’ll change my mind. ‘cause i don’t wanna know i’m walking away if you’ll be mine. i won’t go

IF I COULD FLY // 15x09, "The Trap"

Dean and Cas have to go to Purgatory to retrieve an Ingredient~ they get separated and the portal is about to close and Dean gets desperate so he gets on his knees and prays to Cas :) closure of 15x03 breakup scene, because Dean says “I should’ve stopped you. You’re my best friend, but I just let you go. ‘Cause it was easier than admitting I was wrong.” :) Dean cries more than one tear, one of his most vulnerable moments in the show (rivaled only by the scene where he tells his mom he hates her). this scene is viewed by many, including jackles, as Dean's love confession especially because he evidently wanted to say something more to Cas's face but Cas cut him off :)

Notable Lyrics:

if i could fly, i’d be coming right back home to you. i think i might give up everything, just ask me to

i hope that you listen, cause i let my guard down. right now i’m completely defenseless

for your eyes only, i’ll show you my heart. i’m missing half of me when we’re apart. now you know me

WALKING IN THE WIND // 15x18, "Despair" and 15x19, "Inherit the Earth"

“Despair” is the episode where Castiel confesses his love too Dean. Dean says “Why does this sound like a goodbye?” and Cas replies “Because it is.” :) reminiscent of the way their son Jack (who is a mirror to Cas) tells Sam and Dean “I'll be in every drop of falling rain, every speck of dust that the wind blows, and in the sand, in the rocks, and the sea.” :)

Notable Lyrics:

if you’re lost, just look for me. you’ll find me in the region of the summer stars

the fact that we can sit right here and say goodbye means we’ve already won

goodbyes are bittersweet, but it’s not the end. i’ll see your face again and you will find me

yesterday i went out to celebrate the birthday of a friend, but as we raised our glasses to make a toast I realized you were missing.

SOMETHING GREAT // 15x18, "Despair"-15x20, "Carry On"

Cas pov for 18 and Dean pov for 20 :) Cas saying "the one thing I want... It's something I know I can't have." :) and then Dean missing and wanting Cas back after he died, saying to God, "Cas. You gotta bring him back," yet again falling back into bad alcoholism and depression and suicidal ideation :)

Notable Lyrics:

i want you here with me like how i pictured it, so i don’t have to keep imagining

the script was written…i want to rip it all to shreds and start again. one day i’ll come into your world and get it right

you’re all i want, so much it’s hurting

TRULY MADLY DEEPLY // Post-Canon mwah!

This is what it would have been like for Dean in the version of Supernatural that totally definitely does exist, in which Jack brought Cas back to life and Dean and Cas were reunited and Dean tells Cas he loves him too and then they live a domestic and safe life and Dean is still shocked every morning that he wakes up next to the love of his life :)

Notable Lyrics:

i can’t believe that you are here and lying next to me

like all those days and weeks and months i tried to steal a kiss, and all those sleepless nights and daydreams where i pictured this

somehow you kicked all my walls in, so say you’ll always keep me

should i put coffee and granola on a tray in bed, and wake you up with all the words that i still haven’t said? and tender touches just to show yo how i feel, or should i act so cool like it was no big deal?

#i think my sister is probably asleep right now so i'll update yall on her response later #i'm insane i'm so sorry #ej.pdf #spn #for lisa!

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maria-scribbles · 4 years

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glitter + crimson (let’s start a riot)//part one

“and that’s sailor, our resident mermaid, shell collector, surfer chick, and all-around ray of sunshine. she’s always down for a kegger at the boneyard so she can show off her dance moves; they’re not the best but she doesn’t let that stop her from getting down. her mom owns the surf shop on the beach, that’s how jj and i met her when we bought our first boards when we were ten. she’s been part of the crew ever since.” ~john b routledge

pogue sailor flynn just wants to have a great time with her friends this summer and try to ignore the fact that her flight-risk dad took off again to gamble his life (and her family's savings) away in atlantic city, leaving her with a mom who doesn't know how to cope. between surfing at the beach and cruising around on the hms pogue for hours, it's easy to keep her mind off her shitty home life. what isn't so easy though, is trying to deny her feelings for her best friend, jj.

summary: the pogues hit the beach for a day of sand, surf, and shells. sailor commandeers a hat, willingly participates in cardio, makes bank, and has a heart-to-heart with jj.

word count: 4k+

ship: jj maybank x oc (sailor flynn)

warnings: mentions of abuse/neglect/parental abandonment, swearing, fluff, a lot of flirting

a/n: hi there! i’ve had this little plot bunny in my head for a few weeks now and it wouldn’t leave me alone so here we are! this is the first piece of writing i’ve posted in a very long time so i apologize in advance if it’s terrible. i’m planning on this whole thing being at least eight to ten parts so get ready for the long haul! i actually split this into two parts cause my word count was insane and way too long for one post lmao. let me know what you guys think! title comes from “glitter & crimson” by all time low. also this is unbetaed, so i apologize for any mistakes.

another quick thing: i tried writing this with sailor as an unnamed or y/n reader but it just wasn’t the best. i adore fleshing out characters and i had so many good ideas for her backstory and personality that she kind of just wrote herself and i went with it. i hope you all enjoy reading about sailor as much as i enjoyed writing her!

~Masterlist~

part two | part three | part four | playlist

gif credit goes to @heapass

part one: catching waves

The beach has always been special to Sailor; the soothing crash of waves against the shore, the warmth of sand under her feet, the comforting feeling of salt drying on her skin. It’s where her mother taught her to surf, where her father taught her to dive, where her friends taught her that family didn’t always mean having shared blood. It’s her home, her place, her safe haven. Nothing is more perfect than a day at the beach with the pogues, her board, and a bucket for shells.

Today is shaping up to be one of those days. The weather’s balmy, the water’s clear, and most importantly, she hasn’t seen these many perfect shells in quite awhile. Sailor reaches out and grabs the delicate golden scotch bonnet from the ocean floor, inspecting it closely for any cracks or holes. When she finds none, she smiles and runs her fingers over its smooth surface, marveling at the way the sun’s rays filter through the water and make the entire shell shine brilliantly. Although she sells most of the shells she finds at her mom’s surf shop (or gifts them to her friends), this one’s going to be proudly displayed on the shelf in her room.

She scans the sand for her next target before pushing off from the floor and heading to the surface where Kiara floats on her board, legs dangling in the water as she watches the rest of their group surf.

“Kie, check this out! It’s a scotch bonnet!” She exclaims, placing the shell beside the half full bucket in front of her friend. Resting both arms on the board, she lets herself take a quick breather as the other girl gently picks up her treasure and turns it over in her hands.

“Holy shit, how do you always find the good ones?” She asks, gently putting it into the bucket with the others as Sailor shrugs, tucking a wet strand of red hair behind her ear.

“You guys always say I’m part mermaid, so...” Kiara rolls her eyes and splashes her friend, who just laughs. “Are you done now? We can’t let the guys have all the fun.”

“Almost, there’s a gorgeous whelk down there that I have to have. Be right back!”

She dives before the dark haired girl can reply, swimming down twenty feet to where she spotted the shell. When she was younger, she used to find the pressure on her ears a bit painful but now she hardly notices, instead focusing on the muffled sound of the waves above. Down here it’s just her and the water: peaceful, quiet, and oh so beautiful, infinitely stretching out in front of her. It used to scare her, the vastness of the deep ocean, the secrets lurking in its depths, the unknown. Now, it brings her comfort. Inspiration. Hope.

She plucks the shell from the sand and heads back the the surface, where three more boards have joined Kiara’s. She swims straight under Pope’s, knowing he’s the most ticklish of the group, and runs the tip of the whelk along the sole of his foot. His yell is so loud she can hear it clear as day under the water and she laughs bubbles as his board wobbles before he topples over with a splash. The other three are still laughing as she surfaces beside her fallen friend and feigns shock.

“What happened? Did he touch a fish again?”

“Oh ha fucking ha. So funny.” Pope deadpans but he’s smiling as Sailor holds his board steady so he can climb back on. “I’m surprised you actually touched my foot, Miss Feet Are Disgusting.”

“First off, smelly, dirty feet are gross. And second, I didn’t,” She replies, pulling herself onto JJ’s board without warning and laughing as he nearly falls off just as Pope had. She sticks her tongue out at him as he shoots her a mock glare and shifts closer to he for balance, their knees knocking together.

“This did, here.” She holds the shell out to Pope, who inspects it like Kiara had done earlier and nods in approval before passing it off to John B.

“It’s...nice, right? It’s a good one?” He asks as he hands it over to Kiara. She meets Sailor’s eyes and shakes her head, mouthing ‘boys’ while carefully placing the whelk in the bucket.

“Seriously, JB-”

“Whoa, wait! I don’t get to see it?” JJ pouts, crossing his arms over his chest and Sailor fixes him with a flat look.

“I seem to remember that you, like a damn child, dropped and broke the last one I let you hold.”

John B laughs so hard he nearly falls off his board while Pope and Kiara glance at each other and hide matching snickers behind their hands. JJ has the decency to look embarrassed as he pleads with her and she tells herself that the slight flush creeping up the back of his neck is just from too much time in the sun, nothing more.

“Hey, I said I was sorry for that and I meant it! I swear I’ll be more careful, please, Sail?”

Trying her best to ignore the little thrill she feels at the sound of her nickname coming from his mouth, she relents with a sigh, “Fine, on one condition.”

He looks at her expectantly as she holds up one finger and points at the black hat turned backwards on his head.

“Gimme that, I can feel my scalp burning as we speak.”

“Holy shit, you’re such a fucking ginger,” He laughs but pulls the cap off anyway, running a hand through his blond hair before fixing it on her head properly, the bill facing forward and giving her eyes a much needed break from the bright summer sun. She only hopes her face feels hot as he lays one hand on her knee and holds the other out to Kiara, palm up. “Fork it over, Kie.”

Kiara hands it to him with a roll of her eyes and then fixes Sailor with a pointed look that the redhead pretends not to see; instead, she watches JJ carefully turn the shell over in his hand before holding it aloft, like Rafiki held Simba in The Lion King.

“Listen up, class- especially you,” He says, the hand resting against her leg pointing at John B, who looks affronted at being called out, much to the amusement of the rest of the group, “This here is a lightning whelk and yes, JB, as a matter of fact, it’s a great one. No holes, minimal damage, and defined markings. Ten out of ten would recommend.”

He passes the shell to Kiara with a satisfied grin as everyone sits in stunned silence, just bobbing up and down with the waves until Pope finally says, “Damn. Better watch out, Sailor! We’ve got a new shell expert in town.”

“Yeah, I don’t think so. I’m not giving up the crown that easily.” As the others burst into laughter, she turns to JJ and pokes him in the side, asking, “Since when you know so much?”

The look he gives her is all mock offense, but his blue eyes are soft as he says, “I always listen when you talk, you know.”

His answer catches her so off-guard that she tries and fails to form a coherent reply as her face flushes before settling on giving him a sweet smile, which he returns with a playful tug on one of the tiny braids in her hair. Out of the corner of her eye, she can see Kiara staring at them with a devious smirk on her face and she knows she’ll be hearing about this later.

“Enough shell talk- no offense, Sail,” John B says, steering his board toward the waves. “We’ve got surfing to do.”

Sailor waves her hand dismissively then reaches over and grabs the bucket from Kiara. “None taken, I’m just gonna drop these off at the shop real quick and I’ll be right back.”

“I’ll go with,” JJ says, popping up onto his knees and turning his board toward the shore. “After all,” He yells toward the rest of the pogues over his shoulder, “you guys need all the practice you can get!” He winks at Sailor and she laughs as she turns to face forward, pulling her legs onto the board and placing the bucket in her lap while the other three flip him off in perfect unison.

The two teenagers paddle toward the beach together and catch a small wave that shoots them straight to shore. JJ holds the board steady as she hops off and then touches his shoulder in thanks before they walk toward where Sailor’s own board is propped in the warm sand with their things. She puts the bucket down and kneels beside it, carefully digging through the haul to find the scotch bonnet.

“There you are, gorgeous.”

“I didn’t go anywhere, babe.”

She snorts at JJ’s quip but doesn’t give him the satisfaction of looking up from wrapping the shell in a small towel and placing it in her backpack (she does blush though, and hopes he doesn’t notice.). As she stands to pull on her shorts, the redhead can’t help but glance at the lightning whelk, sitting pretty in the sand where she put it while looking for the bonnet. It really is beautiful, a ten out of ten as JJ put it, and damn it, she just can’t let it go to some touron who won’t appreciate it. So before she can change her mind, she kneels again to wrap it in another towel and gently nestles it alongside the other shell.

“Chop chop, time’s a wastin.’“ He says, grabbing the bucket with one hand and holding the other out to her; she rolls her eyes but takes it anyway and lets him pull her to her feet, muttering, “Jesus, you’re impatient.”

“It’s all part of the charm. Come on, race ya!” After a quick squeeze to her hand, he drops it and takes off running toward the shop without warning, leaving Sailor scrambling to catch up as she yells, “If you break those shells you’re buying them, Maybank!”

The duo weaves through the crowd of tourons and natives alike, ignoring the dirty looks thrown their way as they run by, kicking sand up in their wake. Fifty feet ahead stands The Sandbar Surf Shop in all its salt-weathered, sun-bleached glory, all but two of the rental boards gone from the stand out front. Alison sits on a stool with one of them on her lap as she waxes it, the boom box resting on the floor beside her blasting The Beach Boys as usual. She looks up in surprise as Sailor bounds onto the deck and slaps her hand against the shop’s door a few seconds before JJ does, both teenagers out of breath.

“Sweet victory!” The redhead shouts, sending a quick wave toward Alison, who returns it with an amused smile and watches the blond roll his eyes, holding the shell bucket close to his chest like a football.

“Victory my ass! I saw you jump over that cooler and that’s cheating.”

“Oh, I cheated? Who gave himself a head start? Oh yeah, you!”

Alison returns the now waxed board to the rack and wipes her hands on a spare rag. “Sounds like you both cheated, so no one wins.” She says with a shrug, chuckling to herself as they both stutter excuses and follow the older redheaded girl into the shop, empty sans for a young boy browsing the display of shells.

“I’ll get your mom.” She says to Sailor before heading through the beaded curtain to the back room and she’s grateful. She doesn’t think she has the strength to go back there anymore.

“I was carrying extra weight,” JJ says, placing the bucket onto the old surfboard-turned-counter and then leaning his back against it, “so I think the head start was justified.”

Sailor props her chin in her hand and drums her fingers along the board’s worn surface, her eyebrow raised. “And I think my jump was justified considering I had some ground to make up from that head start so...”

“Agree to disagree.” They say together, sharing a quick smile before he picks a pair of heart shaped glasses from the stand and puts them on, looking at her over the neon pink frames as he asks in a high-pitched British accent, “What do you think, darling? Too much?”

“No, I think they’re quite dashing!” She bursts out laughing as he strikes a vogue pose, then spins and dramatically leans back against the counter. “Rock that pink.”

“Hell yeah, fuck gender norms!” He says loudly, both middle fingers raised toward the roof.

“In this house, we stan non-toxic masculinity-” she starts, but she’s interrupted by a stern voice from behind the counter that says, “If you’re not going to buy those, put ‘em back, kid.”

Sailor’s mother sweeps into view and stares pointedly at JJ, who hastily stands up straight and returns the glasses to their place on the display as Alison silently heads back outside, shooting both teens a small, awkward smile.

“Sorry, Mrs. Flynn.”

Sailor wants to tell him there’s nothing to apologize for, that he did nothing wrong, but she knows he already knows that, so instead she just scoots a little closer and presses her hip against his. His hand moves to rest on her lower back in thanks and her whole body feels the sparks from his touch.

“I-I found some good ones today, Mom.” She says, pulling shells from the bucket one by one and lining them up on the counter. “A few coquinas, some scallops, a whelk or two...”

She trails off when Carmen doesn’t respond and looks down at her hands, twisting her fingers together anxiously as her mother inspects each shell. her face blank. JJ’s thumb starts to run tiny circles on her back and she concentrates on the feel of his ring, warm and soothing against her bare skin, instead of the fact that her mother hasn’t even glanced her way yet. She hasn’t looked her in the eye in almost three months.

The silence is thick in the air until Carmen finishes her evaluation and gives a small nod in her daughter’s direction. “Good job.” She says, heading to the register and pulling out some cash before counting out five twenties and holding them out to Sailor, her eyes fixed on a point somewhere over the teenager’s shoulder. She swallows thickly and takes the money with a near inaudible thank you, slipping it into her back pocket before grabbing the now empty bucket and nudging JJ toward the door with her hip.

As she’s about to cross the threshold she pauses with one hand on the door frame and turns back, asking, “Hey, Mom? Are...are you gonna come home tonight?”

Carmen’s brown eyes only meet her green ones for a split second before she looks away to fiddle with the register and Sailor can’t help feeling the dull stab of disappointment as she says, “Oh, um, I don’t think so. I’m pretty busy here with, uh, inventory, bookkeeping...”

(That stab used to be sharp as a knife, cutting her to the bone, but she’s almost gotten used to the pain.)

“Oh, right. Just...text me if you do, okay?” She takes one last look at her mother, bathed in the cool shadows of the shop that’s tearing her apart before turning and stepping back into the bright sunlight without another word, her throat tight. She’s not sure Carmen was even listening anymore.

“See ya later, brat.” Alison calls to her as she lets the screen door swing shut behind her with a slight bang. The older girl may not be related to her by blood but she’s most definitely Sailor’s honorary big sister, having babysat her for years in addition to working at the shop, so she waves to her with a small smile and a “bye, ho” before joining JJ on the beach.

The duo slowly starts walking along the water together, a stark contrast from their earlier mad dash and Sailor’s mind races with a million thoughts, most of them her hating herself for foolishly putting a scrap of faith in her mom once again.

“Whoa, you okay? That bucket’s not going anywhere, promise.” He says, pulling them to a stop with a gentle tug on her elbow and reaching down to take it from her clenched hand. She doesn’t even realize she was holding it that hard until she sees the little half moons pressed into her palm from her nails and she sighs, rubbing them away with her thumb.

Opening up has always been something Sailor struggles with, even with a friend group as close as the pogues. She’s the one who’s all sunshine and good vibes, the one everyone goes to for cheering up, the one that’s always...happy. She’s the friend who listens, the open ear, the trusted confidante. She knows all her friends struggles: John B’s fear of being abandoned that often keeps him up at night, Kiara’s terrible guilt over leaving her friends behind during her kook year, Pope’s feeling of drowning under his dad’s impossible expectations, JJ’s abusive household that has him convinced he’s not worthy of love. Every secret she holds close to her heart, guarding them with impenetrable walls that no one can break through.

The walls protecting her own secrets, though? They may be strong around the others but they crumble like sand when she’s alone with the boy standing beside her, his hand still holding her elbow as he starts drawing circles on her skin once again. Talking to JJ has always come easy to her, almost infuriatingly so, and she has no qualms about calling him her best friend. While the other pogues know she’s been having some problems at home with her flight-risk dad and indifferent mom, none of them know almost the full story like he does, just as none of them know exactly how horrible his father really is.

(She knows. She’s seen the aftermath far too often and has been there each time, cleaning cuts, soothing bruises, holding him in her arms and never wanting to let him go.)

“I just...don’t know what to do anymore.” She can feel him watching her as she talks and she avoids his gaze like her mother avoided hers, instead staring out at the ocean. In the distance, she sees one of their friends -Kiara, she thinks- drop in on a wave while the other two look on a little further away. “She won’t even look at me and I don’t know what I did wrong.”

“Hey, it’s not you, got it? God, you’re...perfect, Sail.” JJ says softly, so soft that the crashing surf nearly drowns the sound of his voice as the water washes over their bare feet. Sailor curses the fact that she blushes so easily because her whole face is on fire at his words, and she’s so distracted that she almost misses what he says next.

“Your mom’s always, uh, weird when your dad dips. It’ll be better when he comes back.”

Her heart clenches in her chest. If only it were that simple. She turns to face him and meets his eyes, blue as the ocean, open and honest, and sends him a smile that lacks its usual brightness. “I think you might be right, J. For once.”

His thumb stills on the crook of her elbow and she knows he knows she’s not telling him everything. She feels like she should say something, anything- apologize, explain herself, just tell him the damn truth- but before she can even open her mouth he says, “Listen, I get it.”

She can feel the hand on her arm start to slip away and she grabs it between both of hers, her voice tight as she says, “No, you listen. Today’s been...so perfect and I don’t wanna bring everyone down with my problems.”

“You know they won’t mind.”

(She does, but that’s beside the point.)

“I know they won’t, but I do.”

It’s her turn to run her thumb in circles on the back of his hand now as she continues, “I’ll tell you everything later, okay?”

“You don’t have to-” He starts but she smiles, genuine and bright this time, and cuts him off.

“I want to, J. And I will, promise.” Like a child, she holds her pinky out expectantly. He quickly glances down at her hand and then meets her eyes again before finally returning her smile, showing off that dimple that makes her heart skip a beat, and hooking his finger around hers.

“Come on, we’ve got waves to catch and friends to show up.” He says and just like that they’re back to normal. Sailor’s hyper aware of the fact that her pinky is still linked with JJ’s, but he doesn’t pull away as they start walking back to their things again and she can’t help but hold on a little tighter. She doesn’t think he notices until he walks a little closer, his shoulder brushing hers; out of the corner of her eye, she sees him smile and feels herself mirroring him without a thought, her cheeks turning as red as her hair.

Talking with him may be the easiest thing to do for her, but flirting comes in a close second. It’s natural: the teasing, the casual touches, and especially the clothes stealing (a good fifth of her sweatshirts probably actually belong to him). He’s the biggest flirt she knows, with that bad boy swagger and killer smile that make all the giggling touron girls fall over themselves to get to him. She tells herself it’s fine, that she’s so not jealous, when he dances with them at keggers on the beach, whispering things in their ears that make them blush, taking their hands and leading them away to dark corners or the spare room at the Chateau. After all, there’s the one golden rule of their group: no pogue on pogue macking, so friends is all they’ll ever be, all they can be.

She tells herself she’s fine with it, really. Being his friend is better than being nothing at all, and she wouldn’t trade his friendship for the world. Deep down though, she’d give anything to kiss him again -the first time was when she was eleven and JJ had just turned twelve, awkward yet sweet, the day she first saw the full extent of his dad’s abuse- but she holds herself back, unwilling to ruin the relationship that means so much to her. And sometimes, like now, she thinks (hopes) that he’s holding back, too.

Their pinkies linger together when they come to a stop at their things, both holding on just a bit longer than what’s considered friendly before their hands drop away. Sailor feels his eyes on her as she pulls off her shorts, money still in the back pocket, and stuffs them in her bag.

(So she just might’ve taken them off a little bit -okay, a lot- slower because he was watching, sue her.)

“I hope you know this is mine, now.” She points to his hat before freeing her board from the sand and waiting for him to do the same, hand on her hip.

“It looks better on you, anyway. Here,” He says, taking a step closer and reaching up with one hand to turn the cap backwards. “Don’t want you to lose it.” His finger brushes along her jaw when he drops his arm and she feels her breath catch as she replies, “Wouldn’t dream of it.”

JJ smiles at that, then nods toward the waves. “Race ya? I’ll play fair this time.”

“Nah, but I’m glad you can admit that you cheated!” She says, pausing for a second to laugh at the way his jaw drops before she takes off running and leaves him hurrying to catch up. “I’m proud of you!”

“I changed my mind, I want my hat back now, Flynn!” He yells after her and she just laughs harder as they splash into the ocean.

tagging some of my fave writers ❤: @pogue-writings @o-b-x @jjbabyouterbanks @heywards @obxsummer @jjmaybanky

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inviouswriting · 3 years

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Those who bargain.

Kivera centered. Got inspiration for something, so angst applies and warnings that goes into this field.

Mentions of - @candideangel ‘s Angelique and her ship. @snow-covered-moon for the polyship.

She is use to the role, she is use to the odd stares and whispers. She had taken over the role from her successor when the territory of magic concerned bringing life back, blood magic was something Kivera usually kills at the source for. She had traveled a bit with the offender to her, and learned another side to G’raha Tia.

The former exarch was weary of her, knowing what she is. He is surprised at how well she hides herself among the living. They were left alone, to stray behind after Palgth’an. G’raha was wondering just why she lingered when her presence was needed back at the Scion’s faster.

“They can wait. Not like they can start without their “warrior of light.” What’s on your mind.” They walked among the dying, occasionally he’d see her grab the air in front of her and pull. Those that were struggling would cease.

“What do you do if someone wishes to save them.” Kivera looks at him, then back to in front of her. Her vision different. She sees tethers that are breaking. She sees many trying to crawl through the aether itself. What he can’t see, or those that are not a servant of death.

“I can’t answer that. It’s a matter of my world.” She answers clipped, there was no need to answer a pointless question to her. It was always hard to make the living understand the laws of the underworld.

“Do you ever get tired of it?” G’raha Tia sees her stop and look at him, she had tugged another spirit free.

“It’s tireless and unending. Of course I get tired of seeing the same thing. Yet, I know the alternative is worse. I’ve seen the worse of it. To be trapped in a body that can’t die because of the selfishness of the living.. is more heartbreaking than letting them die.” G’raha focuses on her hand that tugs another thread, a touch of flame from her palm burns and he sees the sever wisp off.

They soon approach a scene Kivera hates the most. A couple, a woman crouched over another. Her eyes quickly looking over him and she narrows her eyes at the dagger in his back. She notes him bleeding out, and it would end soon. Equal was a head injury, one Kivera knows has caused permanent damage.

The woman looking up and sees Kivera standing there. She senses her intent and quickly covers over her fallen one more.

“Please don’t.. he’s all I have left. He can be saved.” Kivera hears the pleas, and G’raha was about to step forward to offer his healing magic when Kivera glares over her shoulder at him. He understood immediately that this was not something he could save.

Kivera sighs as she approaches and kneels down in front of both, a hand going to the top of the woman’s head an auri couple. Kivera understood the pain well, she saw it in Shuri with Ardbert.

“He could be saved, but he won’t be the same. He will just be a shell of himself. These wounds will leave him paralyzed, unable to move, unable to speak, and in constant pain. I’ve seen them, the soul itself would be miserable stuck in a body like this. I’ve seen auri men, they’re very proud. This is cruel to keep him like that.” Kivera explains it down in a gentle tone, to get her to understand.

“There are white mages who can help, can’t they?”

“Not with something like this. Their magic is only limited to certain points. They can heal certain injuries, and some are blessed with enough power to raise someone who freshly fell in death. But on bodies where the damage done is on their spine and brain. They can’t heal that. Besides... he’s already lost too much.” G’raha stands back more, witnessing the rumored hardened being of death be soft and understanding. Talking someone down from holding onto someone who is beyond saving by their magic and means. He thinks back to his crystal self still in The First, how death would be a blessing than standing as a living statue for endless time.

Kivera is right. It is torture to someone who has the option but can’t voice it. He wrings his hands together and turns to go attend to others that he can save. Letting the reaper do her part. He can save lives, she is tasked with taking them. He stays within earshot listening to her convince the woman to let go. Kivera relays her own stories, sharing Shuri’s heartbreak as a way to convey that feeling. Sharing her own, the first time he hears of the name Damien.

G’raha encounters Estinien overlooking the woman, leaning against a wall.

“You don’t stop her at all do you?”

“I have no reason to. This is her nature. She’s being merciful today. She’s usually alot colder than this. I wonder if that is because of Shuri and Misija.” Estinien muses aloud leaving G’raha to wonder about the relationship they share.

“I’ve only heard stories about her. How she was Amaurot’s desctruction along with the doom beasts. How she doesn’t blink if she is told to kill, or feel remorse for her actions. Yet here she is giving solace to someone she barely knows.”

“People will gossip about those that don’t understand. Then they fear and hate what they can’t understand. She’s meant to be feared, she commands respect in the world she comes from. Her hands are stained with countless and they’ll continue to be stained.” Estinien sees Kivera almost bowled over by the woman after she took the life of her lover. Letting the auri woman cry into her stomach. Kivera rests a hand on her head and lets her mourn.

“You said she is normally colder than this, what made that change?” Estinien thinks it over, he casts his gaze across a different direction seeing Shuri. She was busy helping bandage an amalj’aa’s arm. They had stayed behind to do work others wouldn’t do. Too caught up in themselves to really help the casualties of wars.

“I am still figuring that one out. Mystery that one is. There are still things I don’t know about Kivera, and things I will never know with the way she is. She can’t tell us the matters of the underworld. Forbidden by them. If she can’t tell us, she won’t tell you.” Kivera was let up when another amalj’aa came to collect the fallen man and the auran woman follows to learn their methods of mourning.

Kivera sees Shuri approach her and extends a hand to help her up. She takes it, and Estinien sees them both rub face to face. Kivera breaks and hugs Shuri tight to herself. He has a knowing smile on his face as the reaper seeks her own solace in Shuri’s arms.

G’raha watches in awe over this. He feels bad for his earlier questions, seeing her breakdown after a hard death.

“Have your answer?” Estinien watches G’raha wring his hands again.

“This gets to her too.”

“Of course it does. She was once human too after all.” This interests G’raha but Estinien walks away from him, and Angelique approaches to collect him for he is needed elsewhere with his ability to heal.

Estinien looks at the two after Kivera’s calmed, he sees a tinge of blue among the green of her eyes.

“Confide in us at home? I think you would feel better in private than in front of others.” Kivera too is a proud being. Her vice is her pride, Estinien rarely sees her broken down. Save for the time she couldn’t help Shuri in her catatonic state, he didn’t think wrong of her for soul searching. Yet the day she came back after managing to be pregnant was a joyful shock everyone needed.

He had gotten the secret out of her of how it happened. Shuri knows who, another love she married in a different world. He wants to meet this man, but he wouldn’t press her for how to unless she offers it.

“I’ll like that.” Kivera gives a genuine simpered smile, Shuri rests her head on top of Kivera’s.

“Let’s go then. The field doesn’t need us any longer.” He gives a stare to Kivera. She agrees to let the remainder of the souls end on their own without her assistance now. Estinien collects both women to head back to their home. Before they head back they sit in quiet at the edge of the beach front. Till they are joined by their many mutual lovers. Misija still learning how to accept their relationship, Divinity accepting her role as a stay at home mother type. If she had lent her power on the battlefield alot more could have been saved.

Yet the exchange and balance was simple. Where Divinity is needed she goes while Kivera stays behind, and vice versa.

Kivera rests her head on Shuri’s lap after sprawling herself across Estinien, Divinity, and Misija. Kivera is in thought about something, and closes her eyes when two hands run through her hair undoing the braids to leave her hair sleek against her back.

“What are you thinking of?” Shuri breaks the silence, Ysayle climbing onto her from behind.

“Would any of you think me different of I wander off to maybe have another or three?” The hands on her hair pause, and Shuri knows what she is referring to.

“Why would you think, we’d think of you different? Isn’t it children you sought to have for a long time, and you have a means to? We’ll be supportive and waiting for your return.” Estinien shakes his head at the idea, but is intruiged of what future children from the reaper might look like. The daughter she bore is already stunning.

“As long as you come back, mayhap you bring your lover here to us so we can finally see the one who managed it?” Kivera buries her face into Shuri’s stomach in embarrassment.

Ysayle sees this as an opportunity to climb on her head and sit on it to nuzzle her mother better. Kivera accepts her fate to be a seat.

“Yes, even I’d like to meet this one.” Misija comments, her hands along Kivera’s back. Divinity laughs as Kivera becomes a seat to each child.

“I’ll ask him if he wants to make that trip here.” Kivera agrees to let them meet her lover.

“For now though you’re ours.”

“Agreed.”

#Kivera Siverstein #polyship #shuri fontaye #estinien wyrmblood #G'raha Tia #g'raha tia x angelique #misija votyasch #divinity libra

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Until My Heart Stops Racing

Pairing: Mitch x Mike (or Bitch as I like to call them, ya know cause Believe x Mitch.....nvm lol)

Fandom: The Powerpuff Girls

Note: This was a commission for the wonderful @lisathefan who gave me the cutest prompt and I know she loves her crack ships. I hope you enjoy my dear and thanks to my beta, Faxx for helping me!

Word count: 5538

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The car whipped into the parking space, dirt flying around us and I felt my heart rate finally go back to its normal beating. I looked over to Butch who had a goofy grin and ignoring everything he just did.

“Butch your driving is terrible. Now I get why you fly everywhere.” I groaned as I finally got out of the car. “I swear if Brick saw how you drove this thing... actually I don’t want to think about it.” I thought that speeding was illegal but apparently if the cops can’t even see your car, it's a free pass. And being in touch with the puffs might be a bonus we all have.

Butch let out a laugh before locking the car. “Relaxe Mike, what Brick doesn’t know won’t hurt him.” He shrugged and sometimes I wondered how he could even say that. Brick could kill someone with just a glance but when you are a superhuman, and his brother, maybe the effect doesn’t work.

Maybe I should ask Blossom about that.

The beeping of other cars brought me out of my trance as I followed him on the dirt path.

“Anyways, why did you drag me all the way out here?” I turned to see the lights and the signs. “The fair?”

In front of me was the entrance to what could only be deemed as a somehow legal way to make people shell out three hundred dollars on cheap food and even cheaper ride systems. Every kid wanted to go to the fair and, yeah, it was fun when you were five, but now that we had just graduated high school, it seemed more dangerous than fun.

“Yeah, why not?”

I glanced at him and he only smiled widely but something in his eyes had mischief written all over it. “What's the deal?”

He sighed and smirked.

“A little birdy told me you got heart eyes for a certain someone.” Butch threw his arm around my shoulder. “And as the king of romance, I’m gonna help you out.”

Theres always a small tinge of fear whenever Butch gets an idea. It either ends badly where someone gets hurt, usually him or bad in the way that we all get in trouble and the notorious Powerpuff Girls have to get us out of it. But this...this was much worse.

“Butch, what did you do?” I said through gritted teeth. He only laughed at me instead of answering and pushed up towards the gates.

“Relax. Look they are here.” He pointed.

I followed his sight and walking up towards us was Buttercup, Robin and Mitch. Butch let out another laugh, probably because he could hear my heartbeat. Fuck superhearing. Of course Robin opened her mouth. You tell a girl while you’re throwing up that you have the biggest crush on your best friend who wears dark leather, has piercings and makes your heart swoon and think that she can keep her mouth shut. But no, she can’t.

“Hey guys.” Butch waves to him before leaving me to wrap his arms around Buttercup and ignore the public by kissing her square on the lips. PDA is always gross unless you’re the one doing it, so I can’t blame them. Also it's funny to watch her smack his arm.

“Sup Mikey.” Robin smiles smugly. Little demon.

“Hey. Hi Mitch.” He gives me a wave and a nod of the head and I have to mentally tell myself not to blush. Stupid hormons.

“Come on you two.” Robin says and grabs my arm and Mitch’s and forces us towards the carnival’s entrance. “Lets go!”

One of the perks to being besties with the puffs is the mass amount of freebies. Buttercup swiftly pulled out a ticket for each of us and handed it to the ticket collector.

“Sweet, free entrance.” Mitch smiled at me and held up his hand for a fist bump.

I gladly returned the gesture and every time I did so, I wondered if he could feel the electric spark between us. God, I need to stop reading romance novels.

“Alright losers. We’ll see you all later tonight, meet up for fireworks at 9?” Buttercup said and apparently everyone already had a plan that I was not aware of.

“Sounds good to me!” Butch smirked. “BC and I are going to do coupley stuff no one wants to see and Robin said something about henna soooooo.” He looked at me. “Guess Mitchy boy and Mikey are on their own.” I didn’t miss his wink and before I could protest, everyone was walking away.

My mind was now racing as I tried to comprehend what was happening. I realized in this moment that the group had ganged up on us, well specifically me. Mitch probably didn’t even think twice as the group broke up but they were out of their minds if they thought something was going to happen.

“Wanna hit the rides?” He asked.

I take a breath before nodding. We turn into the direction of the ride area and I have to remind myself that he is just a friend. A friend. Nothing more, nothing less. I usually have my emotions in check but for some reason, they want to act up now. All I have to do is get through tonight without embarrassing myself or giving Butch the satisfation of him being the king of romance. As if that were possible.

The area is buzzing with so much energy. There’s little kids whining and screams coming from the various rides. The smells of corn dogs, popcorn and, oddly enough, waffles mixed in the air and I can’t tell if it smells good or not but I know my pockets are gonna be much lighter by the end of the night.

We get into the shortest line for the tickets and it's truly a scam that each ride is a separate cost.

“I don’t feel like dying tonight so I think two rides is good for me.” Mitch says and I laugh a little because it's true. Just watching the swings makes me feel like one of them unhinge and plummet to the ground but that's what I get for being a paranoid person.

“I feel you. How about the rollercoaster and ummm... the spinning ride?” I suggest.

“Sounds good to me.” He smiles and god fucking dammit, those damn dimples.

The line moves as we chat about the newest horror movie coming into theaters and how Mitch saw a certain pair of redheads making out in a car.

“Wait for real?”

“I swear to god dude.” He raised his hand. “Unless some other chick wears a big ass bow, it has to be them.”

“Interesting.” I smile and soon we get called next.

“Hi there boys, how many tickets can I get ya?” the older woman asks.

“Ten.” Mitch says and I reach into my pocket to grab my wallet, that may or may not have a photo of all of our friends and definitely not for the reason that I can see his face at any given time, but Mitch stops me and places the cash in the tin. “I got it.” he says casually and something inside me felt all warm and fuzzy as the row of blue tickets was handed to him.

“Have a nice date night.” The woman says as we walk away and I almost do a double take thinking I heard her wrong. But when I look over to Mitch, he seems unaffected by the words so I just let it slide.

The rollercoaster isn’t as grand or cool as the ones at the theme park, it doesn’t even go upside down but it has a good bit of hills and bumps to give some air time so i guess it will do. The only problem is that these workers don’t care and make Mitch and I sit in the same cart as these two younger kids.

After we get the bars onto us, the ride starts to go. In front of us the girl grabs the boy's arm and I give a small eye roll as we start to climb the lift hill.

“Babe I'm scared.” She cries and he wraps an arm around her shoulders and I’ve never been so jealous of middle schoolers before.

“These carts are so damn small.” Mitch complains. And it's true. The two of us squished in this together leaves no space for our arms. The pressure of our shoulders touching isn’t too bad but it's to the point it almost hurts. “Hold on.” He says and I feel him pull his right arm away from mine and throw it behind us. “Sorry this is better.”

“No, it's cool bro.” I say even though I realize that this boy really just made it ten times harder to breath now.

I can barely grasp my surroundings as the rollercoaster takes its first turn before the drop. I can see the ending of the track as we go down but the only thing my brain is processing is the fingers tightening on my shoulder.

“Holy shit.” I mumble hoping that Mitch doesn’t know how he's affecting me.

We let out screams and shouts as we go up and down, flying around on the track and I try to enjoy myself, I really do. Before long, it's over and Mitch reaches his hand out to help me up and I take it with silence.

“That was fun.” He smiles and I am really happy he ignored his moms protests and got that lip piercing. It suits him.

“Yeah.” Is all I can muster and he gives me a look before walking towards the next ride.

Luckily as we enter this ride, there’s more room. Only our knees touch as we buckle in the seatbelt and I feel myself being able to breathe better.

“Good thing we didn’t eat before getting on here.” I laugh as the lights start to flash.

He snorts and nods. “Robin would have blown chunks either way.”

The ride is a simple circular track with small hills. All it does is follow the path and goes around pretty fast. Simple but a classic. The music begins and soon we feel the cart shift. I'm sitting on the right while Mitch is on the left, next to the exit and he wiggles off his black beanie just for good measure. His light brown hair, slightly damaged from dying it black back in freshman year, is ruffled from hat hair and my god is it cute.

“Fucking love this ride.” Mitch smiles and it begins to pick up the pace.

Soon, we are at full speed, which is fine. Perfectly fine. Except for the fact that the gravity from the ride is pulling me towards Mitch and no matter how tight I hold on, I end up smacked against him. Shoulders touching and I can clearly smell his cologne. It's the scent of sandalwood and campfire and my god does it smell heavenly. Men just smell like nature and I am more than okay with that.

But Mitch doesn’t mind, because why would he? Instead he's laughing and truly enjoying the ride. I smile and laugh too because honestly, it's just fun to spend time with him. The ride is over faster than I wanted and we hop off, slightly dizzy and I walk a little out of line but he catches my arm and pulls me to him.

“Easy dude.” He chuckles and I nudge him playfully and ruffle his hair before he plops on his beanie. Goodbye cute hat hair.

All of a sudden, my shoulder is hit. It was a pretty hard smack and my body jolted to the side as Mitch grabbed me from falling.

“Look a bunch of homos.” I look up and realize that it's some assholes from our school.

Duke Jones and Mark Dalton. Some of the few people who actually try to be douchebags on the regular.

My eyes do heavy eye rolls and I want to scream at them but I've never been a confronting person. My voice is in my throat but Mitch takes a step forward, his hand never leaving my arm.

“And what of it? Really dudes? You think some lame insult is gonna hurt our feelings. You’re lucky I don’t just kick your ass, better enough I can call Buttercup in a second and have your bodies all the way across this place. Grow the fuck up and maybe don’t choke on your toxic masculanity.” He sneered and sometimes I forget that Mitch can be pretty intimidating.

Their eyes widened as Mitch pulled out his phone to show BC’s number. They mutter something before turning and rushing off in a hurry.

“You okay?” He asks me.

“Yeah.” I say. “Sorry you got caught in that.”

“It's not a big deal.”

But it is. It's not a secret that I'm out and proud. Yeah its cool and all to not have to be closeted, even Princess came out last year so its nice to know that someone higher up won’t pick on me, but even then, it sucks. No matter where I go in life, someone will be there with a flame thrower of slurs or anger for something I didn’t choose. As for Mitch, theres something about him being called gay and him not having a hissy fit about it that makes me feel safe. Uhh fuck.

I take a second to recollect myself and Mitch just pulls me from the herds of eyes that saw that fiasco.

“Lets go here.” He points to the hall of mirrors and for some reason it's beginning to get extremely hard to be around him.

But I take a deep breath and push those feelings to the side once again.

The hall of mirrors was by far the lamest thing the fair could have done. Sure, as a little kid it was cool and slightly scary but now, all of our heads could see just above the tips of the mirrors making it lose the effect. It probably would have been more fun if the others were there. Butch would hide behind the mirros trying to scare us before Buttercup sent some lasers his way causing them to bounce everywhere and making us duck and cover. Good times. However, it was just Mitch and me.

While Mitch was walking, I couldn’t stop thinking about those jerks just now. Of course everyone already knew about my preference but Mitch seemed unbothered by being referred to as gay. Probably because he's not some asshole that thinks it's a bad thing, I mean if he did, why would he be friends with me for all this time? He’s just a good person, that's all.

Not to sound like the coming of age kid, but I knew I was into dudes before I could comprehend the idea of love or romance, I just thought they were pretty to look at. Moving to a new city at such a young age was hard for me, not to mention the whole invisible friend that tried to kill everyone. But after everything was said and done, I did in fact make some friends.

The famous superheroes had become my pals and when Buttercup introduced me to Mitch, I think that's when it all went downhill. We became the dynamic duo and everyone always paired us as the best friends, which is true but...it makes me feel guilty.

He turned a corner and I stopped walking. All of a sudden I was lost and staring at a mirror. Just me in my beat up sneakers and the uncertain face I seem to be wearing a lot lately. There's always a time in your life where you stop and contemplate everything, question all your decisions and how nothing truly matters.

“Hey you stopped walking?” Mitch said to me and I looked at him with a shaky smile.

“Sorry. Lost in thought I guess.”

“Care to share?” He asked and leaned against one of the mirrors.

I laughed to myself thinking about what I could possibly say. “Yeah sure Mitch, why don’t I just tell you that I’m in love with you and how it pains me to wake up to know that you will only see me as just a friend. Why don’t I just rip out my heart and put it on a silver platter for you to squash or just confess and kiss you here, ignoring all the states and hopefully pissing off some people?”

“...What?”

My eyes shot open and my eyes met his. He looked at me with confusion and shock. His mouth hung open slightly and it took me a solid three seconds to relaize that my dumb ass had just blurted that all out.

Panic. That's all I could feel as he stared like a deer caught in headlights. I could feel myself on the verge of tears and suddenly the air was too thick as I turned and ran, not caring about the employee telling me I was going the wrong way.

Mitch’s voice echoed behind me but I couldn’t stand to turn and look towards him. To hear the pure rejection and probably the disgust. Throwing away years of friendship for some stupid feelings? What was I thinking?

After nearly hitting my head several times, I made it out and ignored the weird stares and glances people were giving me. All I wanted to do was find Butch and get out of here and hope that I can just pack up and move away for college. Maybe even change my name.

Instead I found myself pushing my way into the bathroom stall and biting my arm to stifle my sobs. I felt like my heart was about to shatter, that all my nightmares where coming true all thanks to my stupid mouth. I was a fool to think that someone like him would even consider me as something more, a complete and utter fool.

“Mike?” A voice called and of course the sneakers peaking outside the stall belonged to Butch.

“What?” I spat bitterly. “Go away.”

I barely heard his sigh. “Dude, I don’t know what happened but suddenly Buttercup saw you burst into here. Really dude, is everything fine? At least come out and talk to us. Plus it smells really bad in here and there's a line of dudes.”

There's some truth to the matter and I wiped my face and pushed open the stall with a little too much force but luckily he grabbed it and just nodded towards the exit.

Robin and Buttercup are standing outside and luckily, I don’t see Mitch.

“Wanna explain what happened?” Robin asks as she hands me a tissue from her purse.

“No. I just wanna go home.”

Buttercup looks arounds then back to me. “Where's Mitch.”

“Probably somewhere and never wants to see me again.” I mumble.

“What?” She asks and looks towards Butch then back to me.

Butch raised his brow. “Mike, did you tell him?”

“Tell him what?” Buttercup asked.

It was at that moment that Buttercup didn’t know that I was practically in love with her best friend. Maybe Robin and Butch planned this together but it didn’t matter, not anymore. I would be losing two friends after this. Great.

“Look. It doesn’t matter. He doesn’t feel the same way.” My throat is dry and it hurts and there's no doubt that my face is red and flushed with tears. “I'm just gonna call my mom to come get me.”

“Come on Mike don’t go.” Robin asked and she padded my arm.

“You don’t get it, Robin.” I spat. “You don’t understand what I just did. Thanks to someone’s dumb idea, I now lost my best friend. And for what? Did we really think he would like me back? That he could even see me in such a way? I don’t even know if he’s gay or let alone into dudes. But who gives fuck? I don’t.”

Butch took a step towards me but my anger only rose. “C’mon Mike I'm sure-”

“This was a stupid idea Butch!” I yelled and at that moment I didn’t care what anyone thought. I was embarrassed and hurt. “I just want to be alone.” I pushed past him and the others, ignoring everything they were saying because it didn’t matter any more.

It didn’t matter that my friends tried to help something that shouldn’t have even been considered. It was just a stupid crush. Nothing more, nothing less. Hopefully by the new semester, it would be gone and out of my system…. hopefully. A stupid crush that I’d been harboring for years and titling on a scale of something more.

It wasn’t long until my tears dried and I found myself among the section of carnival games. All of the rigged and hard to win and if you did win, it would be a small sappy prize that you would toss into a garbage bag or try to sell for a nickel at a garage sale.

There were darts and guessing the weight of a small pig. The basketball tossing and hitting the giant hammer looked tempting but instead I walked to the game that no one had ever won. Ring toss. A game of chance and so incredibly rigged, it's a miracle if one prize is won in a year.

Without a second thought, I gave up a fresh twenty dollar bill and the girl working, who clearly hated her job, handed me the biggest bucket of rings. Enough to keep me entertained until I call my mom or muster up enough courage to ask Butch for a ride back like a dog with its tail inbetween its legs.

I thought I had it all figured out. I thought I could be okay with this. But I was stupid. Stupid to think that the boy I had a crush on, one of my best friends, would like me back, or even be into dudes for that matter. But no, instead of having my secret crush kept, ya know, a secret, the one person who shouldn’t know, did.

I tossed another ring into the sea of bottles, the high pitched clinking echoed for just a moment as another was tossed. Maybe this was pointless. Maybe trying to figure out feelings was a waste of time because in all honesty, I never knew.

Like the plastic rings people pay way too much for, you jump and you think you’ll land on that bottle, secure the prize and show everyone up. Prove that you can do the impossible.

But then you miss and reality comes back. The bucket dwindles down and soon you’re left with nothing but regret for trying and shorting eight bucks.

“Hey.”

I turned, of course he would follow me. Why wouldn’t he? He was probably here just to tell me to let it go and sweep it under the rug, and say it's not weird when it totally is. Or he was going to come out and say that maybe our friendship has come to its expiration date.

“Oh. Hey.” I threw another one, missing again.

I tried not to care as he stood next to me but I passed him the bucket and he took his own shot, missing, just like me.

“Have you been crying?” He asked and there was no way around it.

“Yep.” I popped the p and threw another ring. “Look Mitch, I’m sorry what I said-”

“Don’t be.”.

“Most guys would just push someone like me away if that happened.”

He hummed and tossed a ring, missing. “Well, I’m not like most guys and I thought that was pretty clear. Especially after those jerks. I value your friendship too much to get worried or upset.”

I looked over at him, and that in itself was a mistake, because it would be just my luck that the other carnival games with their bright flashing lights would surround him and make it seem like he was glowing. The lights soften his features, a small twinkle on the black orb of his earring and making those very so light freckles appear.

Almost like a painting hung up in a museum. You think the trip is boring, and for the most part it is. A few interesting things here and there but just as you are about to leave, you find a room you hadn’t explored. It could be nothing and you could leave, forgetting everything in the last three hours and moving on with your life.

Or it could be life changing. As if when you walked in there, the most captivating painting was on that wall and you wonder how you skipped it in the first place. You stare at it, taking in the picture itself and the meaning. Stepping closer and looking at the paint strokes, the time taken to make this is clear and it's full of questions and mystery. The small plaque on the wall fails to answer.

He picked up the last ring. It twirled in his fingertips unsure of where to go.

“I kept thinking, you know.” He said. “I remember watching a show, a random cartoon and an ad for a pride festival popped up. I thought nothing of it, didn’t know what it meant at the time but my father did. He was outraged and changed the channel, screamed and shouted saying that if his son ever was caught doing something like that…” Mitch paused and closed his palm.

I could see the hurt in his eyes as he sighed.

“Then he would have no son. So when I found out what it all meant and learned about myself....I thought it would be best to never act on it. No matter how much I wanted to look towards another guy, I couldn’t.”

“I’m sorry Mitch, I didn’t know.” And it was the truth. I wanted to mentally slap myself for not realizing that he was, in fact, gay as well. Way to go Mike, your gay-dar is broken. But then again, you can’t just tell a sexuality clear as day. I can’t blame him for hiding it, after everything with his dad.

He sighed again. “But when you told me that. Told me you wanted me, I think I started to realize that I would rather have something I want no matter what others think of me. I envy how you can just come out and be proud, as you should, but I wish I was that brave instead of a coward.”

“Mitch.” I slid my hand on top of his cautiously. He didn’t flinch or have any indication of pulling away. “I’m scared every day. Scared that someone might yell something offensive or even try to hurt me. Just like those assholes did earlier.But I can’t stop those things from happening but I can choose to not let them affect me. It's hard but you know you’re surrounded by people who care about you. Plus your best friend is an actual superhero.”

“I know, I’m sorry. You probably don’t want to date such a fuck up like me.”

Fuck up? Did this boy really think that?

“I would never see you as that.” I said honestly. “It's normal for us to have conflicting feelings when someone in our life isn't supportive. It's never gonna be a walk in the park or smooth sailing but when you're with someone who cares about you, it makes it easier.”

He sighed for the hundredth time. It was clear the gears in his mind were running at full steam and he looked at the ring in his hand then to the bottles.

“I guess you’re right Mike. I guess I was thrown off that the dude I've liked since kindergarten likes me back.” He looked towards me and tossed the ring, not bothering to pay attention. “I just hope you haven't changed you mind-”

The next thing I know, my hand is tugging on his worn leather collar and his lips are pressed to mine.

I never thought that my first kiss would be as enchanting as this. You always think it's magical and fulfilling but in reality it's probably a mess of lips that don’t move quite as well and somehow there's a tongue doing whatever it wants. I guess I can’t count this as my first kiss because Robin had peaked me on the lips in third grade, also giving me the clear sexual awakening of how I never want another woman to come near me again, but this was different.

He tasted like cotton candy which I should find gross and oddly weird but I didn’t mind one bit. At the beginning there was a bit of hesitation, or maybe he was caught off guard since I did interrupt him but I couldn’t help myself. Stupid hormones. He wasted no time kissing me back and I even felt a hand on my waist pulling towards him. Although it lasted only a few mere seconds, it was like a lifetime of waiting had lifted.

When we pulled apart, loud speakers and alarms went off above us. I looked towards the game, I noticed one single plastic ring was stuck on the bottle. The worker smiled at us before nodding.

“Wow, I can’t believe you made it, especially without looking.” She said and I looked to Mitch who just shrugged.

“What? You kissed me, I just threw it.” He smiled brightly and I hugged him.

“So what will it be?” I asked him and he turned towards the prizes.

“Well, what about that dinosaur?”

“I love dinosaurs.”

Mitch smiled. “I know.”

The worker used a ladder to climb and retrieve the massive blue dinosaur prize. As a kid, i used to dream of winning such a cool thing but know, I think I got something better. Mitch handed it to me with a blush and I looked at it with just as much pink on my cheeks.

“Ya know.” Mitch started. “I have enough tickets for one last ride. Maybe the ferris wheel?”

“That sounds good.” He reached out his hand and I took it. Before I could blink, I felt his lips press against my cheek.

“I don’t like to see you cry.” He said.

I simply hummed and we walked hand in hand to the ferris wheel before deciding to give the prize to some kids. He handed the tickets to the worker as we climbed into the cart and began to go up. He threw his arm over my shoulder like he did on the rollercoaster, but this time, I leaned against him and let those emotions I tried to keep at bay, run wild.

“I’m really glad Butch dragged me here.” I said honestly and Mitch only laughed and silenced me with his lips pressed against mine.

“Me too.”

When we pulled apart, a few questions still lingered in my mind.

“You mean, you’ve liked me this entire time? And you knew I was gay?” I asked hesitantly. It wasn’t a secret, the last part at least.

He scratched the back of his neck, a nervous tick he's had since he was little. “I mean I wasn’t hundred percent sure, I thought maybe it was a one time thing or just happened occasionally. But as we got older, more specifically high school, I think that's when it hit me.” He sighed. “All I knew was that I wanted to be with you until my heart stopped racing.”

His eyes met mine. I’ve always hated when people didn’t see the beauty in brown eyes. They think they are dull and lifeless, only one hue but that's far from the truth. Mitch’s eyes had spots of gold and a slight tint of green, breathtaking to say the least.

“I mean it’s a shame we spent our high school years just as friends.” My hand went on top of his. “But I’d rather have you as my friend instead of losing you so I understand. But what about your dad? Will be okay with us dating-or well I assume we should-”

“I don’t care about his opinion of us. Plus we would be idiots not to date at this point. If he doesn’t accept. That's his loss not mine.” His gaze went to the sky where a firework exploded.

The colors lit up in the sky and we realized we got lucky as our cart stopped at the very top. It felt unreal to be sitting next to my best friend and now, boyfriend. There's always moments in your life that you feel like were meant to be. Maybe it's the career you chose or the person you marry. Milestones that are already set in stone and fate just happens to bring you together, all that stuff. And as I looked at him through heavy lashes I thought that maybe, just maybe, the stars aligned on this one.

That or I would have to admit that Butch is the king of romance, even though he did literally nothing today and this was all me. Either way, Mikey boy’s got a man.

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gayforthe13th · 4 years

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Can I request a fic where the Master saves one of 13's companions, and they can't figure out why and he eventually reveals that it's because like in the future the companion switches from travelling with 13 to travelling with him. :)

here you go! Hope you enjoy this one!

tag list: @hellothedoctorisreal

warnings: none!

Your run-ins with the Master had been few and far in-between. After all, running with the Doctor meant that sooner or later you’d end up bumping into him eventually. This time though, it was different.

You were running to save your own life. The Doctor at the other end of the dimly lit hall with the other was screaming your name as you sprinted towards the slowly shutting door. You were supposed to be answering a distress call the Doctor had gotten, the group landing the TARDIS on the ship only to find it run-down, falling apart, and devoid of any organic life. Or, any organic life that the Doctor could pinpoint. As it turns out, the ship had an Ice Warrior prince, stolen off it’s planet by the crew in an attempt to ‘negotiate’ with the emperor for the planet’s resources.

Ice Warriors were large, terrifying, and intelligent there was no way they were going to win that one. The Doctor had tried to tell the warrior she would take it back home, but the damage had already been done then, and with every last member of the crew dead, all that was left was the five of you. The Doctor had no choice but to destroy the ship, and once her job was done she had told everyone to make a break for it. You were the last one out, pinned by the Ice Warrior, you barely escaped with your life. Now, as you ran towards the quickly closing door with the sound of the warrior’s heavy footfalls behind you, you were sure you were going to die.

Then you heard it, the wheezing of a TARDIS. For a moment, you think it might be the Doctor, but when you look you find her just ahead, standing shell shocked by the door which has now fully shut. All you could see of her was her head through the circular window. The Ice Warrior was quickly approaching, you were going to die. When the wheezing stopped you were met with the interior of a ship you had never seen before. It was a TARDIS, that much was for certain, but it wasn’t the Doctor’s.

“You can relax now,” a familiar voice rang out from somewhere behind you. If anything, it caused you to tense further. Slowly, you turned from the door to face him, The Master, who was clambering about his console flicking switches and pulling levers until the ship was in flight again.

“Why?” you asked, slowly inching towards him. The Master is silent, glaring down at the console with dark eyes. He’s scanning for something, you’ve seen the Doctor do it plenty of times.

“I’m landing on a nearby planet, your precious Doctor will be back for you in a little while.”

“Why?” you ask again, this time he looks up at you.

“Why what?” he growls as if annoyed with your presence.

“Why did you do that? You could have let me die,” you explain further, your arms coming up to fold across your chest, “isn’t that what you want? For us to die?” The Master scoffs, he’s in front of you before you know it, towering over you by a few inches he’s menacing enough to have you stumbling back a bit.

“Don’t presume to know what I want,” he hisses, “I have my reasons.”

“Tell me then,” you straighten yourself, attempting to rival his intimidation. It doesn’t work, he laughs, taking a step back from you and snapping his fingers, the TARDIS doors open revealing your frantic friends as they rush inside.

“Y/N!” Ryan shouts, pulling you into a crushing hug “we were so worried! You’re alive! Wait, why are you alive?”

“Oi Ryan!” Yaz hisses, stepping up to jab him in the arm, “you can’t just say that!” You gasp for breath as he lets you go, smiling widely at Yaz and nodding your head in small thanks. Graham is the next to enter, followed by the Doctor who glares at the Master for only a moment. They seem to have a silent conversation, the Doctor’s expressions changing ever so slightly before relaxing into something akin to relief. Then she’s turning to you and pulling you into a hug, much softer than Ryan’s but still with a hint of worry.

“I’m glad you’re alright,” she says.

“As touching as this is,” the Master growls, “I’d like you all to leave now.” The Doctor pulls away from you to give him a grateful nod before calling everyone out of his ship. You start to make your way out, but then something makes you stop and turn to him. Quickly, before he can stop you, you march up to him and place a kiss on his cheek.

“Thank you..” you mutter, turning and making your way out of the ship.

“I’ll be seeing you again,” he says when you’re halfway to the door, “my faithful companion.” You don’t know what he means, but you don’t look back regardless, and when you’re finally out of the ship you turn to watch it disappear.

#request #requests #Dhawan!Master/reader #dhawan!master x reader #reader insert

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snappedsky · 3 years

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Fanatics 79

A mysterious threat is making it's way towards Earth, and the Battalion have to work fast to destroy it.

*Links to previous and next chapter in reblog*

Trouble through the Milky Way

Pluto. An adorable, little planet beloved by many on its far off neighbor, Earth. It floats quietly in its cold, dark orbit around the sun, minding its own business.

Then it’s blown to bits.

A small ship flies by. It would be nondescript, if it weren’t for the giant plasma cannon grafted to its underside.

A few lightyears away, Lard Kio watches the vessel through her distance viewfinder on the Resisty ship. She immediately calls Zim.

On Earth, the sun is just barely peeking over the horizon. Zim is sleeping lightly in his bed when a beeping sounds through his base.

“Master,” the Computer says while Zim’s eye cracks open. “You are receiving a call from Kio.”

“Transfer it to my phone,” Zim orders as he sits up and grabs his cell phone. He answers the call and Kio’s face appears on screen.

“Zim, we got a big problem,” she says sternly.

He listens intently as she quickly explains the situation.

An hour later, Dib, Gaz, Tak, and Pepito gather sleepily in Zim’s lab- except for Tak, who is wide awake.

“There better be a good reason for waking me up before 6,” Gaz growls.

“There is,” Zim replies from his chair at the main computer. “Pluto has been destroyed.”

“No! Not Pluto!” Pepito cries in distress.

“What could destroy Pluto?” Dib asks.

“Not ‘what’. ‘Who’,” Zim explains as he pushes a button on the keyboard. A blurry image of a small grey ship with a disproportionately large cannon appears on the screen. “We’re not sure who they are, but they appear to be heading straight for the Earth. And with firepower like that, they can cause a lot of damage to the planet. At their current rate of speed, they will arrive by tomorrow morning. But because we do not know the range of their cannon, we have to assume we have less time than that. We have to stop them before they can get close.”

“How do we do that?” Pepito asks.

“Can we use the Epic?” Gaz suggests.

“It doesn’t have any weapons yet,” Zim replies, “and going up against a ship in space without our own vehicle is just plain stupid.” “So we gotta stop it from the surface,” Dib muses, “do we have any weapons that’ll work?”

“I have an Irken Surface Cannon at my base,” Tak replies, “I just don’t have any mortar shells for it.”

Dib rubs his chin with consideration. “Can you load it with other things?”

“If they fit properly, sure.”

“Then what about…the Blissful?”

“The Blissful?” Gaz scoffs, “you mean that giant bomb you, Tak, Squee, and Maddie made for that science fair a couple years ago?”

“Yeah,” Dib replies, “presumably it should be incredibly powerful.”

“Presumably,” Tak repeats emphatically, “we were never able to test it.”

“But it is highly unstable,” he points out.

“You say that like it’s a good thing,” Pepito grimaces.

“Shouldn’t we tell Squee first before we try to use it?” Gaz suggests.

“That would be the polite thing to do,” he agrees, “I wonder what he’s doing right now.”

Squee is fast asleep in his bed, his face pressed into the pillow. Beside him, Nugget is also asleep, her claws restlessly kneading Squishy Pete.

“There’s no time to call Squee,” Zim points out, “what if he doesn’t answer? We can’t wait for a response. We have to act now.”

“Fine,” Tak groans, “where is it?” “I helped put it in Squee’s basement,” he replies, “it should still be there. We will have to remove it and transport it to Tak’s base.”

“So we have to get into Squee’s house,” Pepito’s states, “I think Devi has a key so she can clean while they’re away.”

“We need to work fast,” Zim declares, “let’s go.”

They leave quickly and fly the Epic across the city to Devi’s building. After setting down in the parking lot, they hurry up to her apartment and knock until she answers, looking none too pleased.

“Ugh, it’s you guys,” she groans, rubbing her tired eyes.

“Hi, Devi,” Pepito waves, “sorry but this is an emergency.”

“What is it?” she asks impatiently.

“We need into Squee’s house,” Dib replies, “you have a key, right?”

“Yeah, hang on,” she says and ducks back into her apartment. She comes back after a few seconds with a single, bronze key. “Here. Just give it back to me later.”

“Thank you,” Pepito chimes and they hurry away as Devi closes the door.

Wasting no time, they fly over to Squee’s house and park at the curb. They rush up to the front walk and use the key.

The kids stand uneasily on the front step as the door loudly creaks open. It seems to echo ominously throughout the dark house, the early morning sun barely filtering through the boarded-up windows.

“Wow,” Dib comments, “this place is uh…kinda creepy without Squee here.”

“Let’s just get into the basement and get the bomb,” Zim orders and steps into the house. He freezes, a chill shooting up his spine. He suddenly has the feeling that he shouldn’t be here. But he quickly shakes it off and glares at the others. “Let’s go. Hurry up.”

Zim marches through the living room and Tak, Dib, Gaz, and Pepito quickly but cautiously follow. As they head to the hallway, they’re all constantly glancing around warily. They’ve been to a lot of haunted locations before but somehow this feels worse. Not haunted exactly, just…forbidden.

They finally reach the basement door and Zim pushes it open. It creaks open even slower than the front door did, revealing a much darker room.

“Where’s the light?” Gaz asks.

“There isn’t one,” Zim replies as an electric torch pops out of his PAK, illuminating the area. It’s a completely empty room with a sudden drop near the opposite wall. Zim points to it. “The bomb is down there. I remember Johnny and Squee bringing me down there.”

They quickly cross the empty room and peer over the gap. There’s just a ladder leading down into more darkness.

“Right,” Tak grunts and nods at Zim. “After you.”

Zim glares at her for a second before descending the ladder. One by one, the others follow.

It’s only a couple feet to the bottom floor and they all look around as they hop off the ladder. They’re in another mostly empty room that leads to a large hallway, lit by flickering, fluorescent bulbs in the ceiling. Somewhere down the ladder, the normal drywall of the house changed to cement blocks that make up the entirety of the hallway. There are stains on the walls and floor that the kids try to ignore as Zim points to the only object in the room.

“There it is,” he says.

The Blissful: a giant, round, silver bomb with a purple smiley face with closed eyes painted on it. Five feet in diameter and over 150 pounds, it is practically just a container sloshing with volatile, explosive liquid.

“It should fit in my cannon,” Tak says, “now, how do we get it out?”

“The same way I got it in,” Zim replies as he extends his spider legs. Using lasers, they cut out a large section of the ceiling and set it aside, creating a hole to the surface. The kids are all slightly relieved to see sunlight.

“Tak, you stay down here while I-,” Zim starts to explain before he’s cut off.

“Why do I have to stay in the creepy basement?” Tak snaps.

“What, are you scared?” he jeers.

“Of course not.”

“Then stay down here while I lift everyone out,” Zim orders, “once I’m out, you’ll help me lift the bomb up to the surface and Dib can bring the Epic around.”

“Fine,” she huffs and eyes the spooky hallway. “Just…be quick.”

Dib, Gaz, and Pepito hold onto Zim’s spider legs as he lifts them all up to the surface. Then he crouches next to the hole and lowers his spider legs down.

“Okay, Tak, gently lift the bomb and pass it to me,” he demands.

She seems to ignore him as she stares suspiciously down the hall.

“Tak,” he says louder.

“What?” she questions, looking at him. “Oh. Right.”

Using her spider legs, Tak gently lifts the Blissful and passes it to Zim. He carefully lifts it through the hole and rests it on the ground.

“Alright, Dib get the car,” Zim orders. Dib nods and quickly hurries around the houses back to the street. “Tak, let’s go.”

Again, she doesn’t reply. She just stares down the hallway, her eyes narrowing.

“Tak!” Zim snaps but she doesn’t hear him.

Far down the hall, a bloodied hand slaps down on the floor just barely in view, clawing at the stone. An inhuman groan echoes off the walls.

Tak’s eyes widen and her spider legs shoot up, hoisting her out of the hole.

“Seal it, hurry,” she orders frantically.

Not knowing what she saw, Zim is slightly taken aback, but nevertheless he obliges. He quickly picks up the section of the ground and slips it back into its hole.

With the basement sealed off, everyone suddenly feels more at ease, and they heave a heavy sigh.

“Okay. Let’s agree to never go down there again,” Gaz says and everyone nods.

After Dib comes around with the Epic, Tak looks at Zim and asks, “now what?”

“Now is the really tricky part,” Zim replies, “you and I are gonna have to ride on the roof and hold the Blissful steady while Dib flies to your place.”

“Good luck with that,” Pepito comments as he and Gaz get into the car. Then Zim and Tak climb onto the roof. With their bottom two spider legs, they hold onto the vehicle while the top two hold the Blissful in between themselves.

“Okay, Dib, take it slow and steady,” Zim orders.

Dib carefully raises the Epic into the sky and flies slowly over the buildings. Everyone is tense during the ride. If they drop the bomb, it could very well decimate the city. Dib just tries to focus on keeping the car steady and hopes a bird doesn’t fly into them.

Thankfully, they reach Tak’s base with incident and Dib parks on the curb. Everyone gets out while Zim and Tak carefully lower the Blissful to the ground.

“Alright, ready up your cannon,” Zim orders.

“Already on it,” Tak replies as she grabs a remote from her PAK and pushes a button.

The roof of her house folds up as a giant, silver gun rises up on a tall pedestal. In front of the gun is seat with a monitor and control panel. Tak pushes another button on the remote and a space opens up at the bottom of the pedestal, just big enough for the Blissful.

“Let’s load it up,” Tak says and they shove the big bomb inside and seal the door. As it rises up the pedestal and loads into the cannon, she climbs up to the monitor and sits in the chair. Zim quickly follows her and hangs off the side to watch, leaving Dib, Gaz, and Pepito to stare up at them.

“Okay, just have to find the ship,” Tak muses. As she searches through coordinates on the control panel, the monitor displays different parts of space until finally landing on the familiar, grey ship.

“They’ve blasted a hole into Jupiter!” Zim cries, “we have to hurry.”

“Locking on,” Tak says and a crosshairs appears over the ship on the monitor. “Let’s hope this works.”

She hits the big, red ‘FIRE’ button and a loud *boom* echoes over the city as the Blissful is shot out. The kids watch it fly into the sky until it disappears.

It breaks through the atmosphere, the friction causing its volatile fluids to heat up, and flies through space at an extremely high velocity. The passengers on the ship just barely see it coming.

The explosion can be seen from Earth as a star that lights up then quickly dies out. The Battalion immediately erupt into cheers, jumping up and punching the air.

“I can’t believe that actually worked,” Gaz remarks.

“I knew it would!” Dib grins.

“I cannot wait to tell Squee about this,” Pepito exclaims.

While they celebrate, Zim and Tak watch the explosion on the monitor, satisfied with the smoke that fills the screen. But as they start to hop off, Tak notices something.

“Wait,” she says, “something’s happening.”

Zim looks back at the screen just in time to see five objects exit the smoke.

“The passengers survived,” he snarls.

“They must’ve used escape pods,” Tak exclaims as they look up at the sky.

Dib, Gaz, and Pepito don’t realize right away that something’s wrong until Gaz notices the Irkens. “Something’s wrong,” she says.

They all look up and watch for something. For a second, nothing happens. And then they see five things appear in the sky.

“They’ve broken through the atmosphere!” Zim exclaims.

They watch the objects plummet like tiny particles in the distance, each landing in a different spot. Then Zim and Tak jump to the ground.

“We got an alien invasion,” Zim declares, “one of them seemed to have landed not far from the city. If we leave now, we might catch them.”

The others nods and they quickly clamber into the Epic and take off. Zim flies them quickly towards the site of the closest crash. As they near it, they spot a plume of smoke.

A small, round pod has crashed into field just outside the city, causing a small crater. The Epic lands and the Battalion hops out, weapons at the ready, just as the hatch opens.

Out tumbles a short, black alien with a pair of large, compound eyes and four spider-like legs. She hasn’t noticed the Battalion yet as she coughs and picks herself up.

“Hey, I know you!” Pepito exclaims, “it’s Uu!”

The alien looks up at them in surprise before crying out in an alien language. She attempts to scramble back into the pod, but Zim’s and Tak’s spider legs lash out and grab her. They hold her overhead, and she glares at them.

“You’re one of Carcas’ soldiers,” Zim says.

Gaz groans exhaustedly as she rests a hand on her hip. “I hope Squee’s at least having a good day.”

Most mornings start early in Cammie’s house; especially when the smell of waffles is wafting down the hall. Everyone quickly gathers in the kitchen as Squee readies their breakfast.

“I hope they’re good,” he says as they dig in.

“So good,” Johnny chimes with a mouthful.

“Crispy outside, fluffy inside,” Cammie remarks.

“You should do the cooking more often,” Thomas comments.

The Night Terrors are too busy quickly stuffing their faces to say anything, which is complimentary enough.

Squee beams happily before sitting down to enjoy his own breakfast.

#invader zim #invader zim fanfiction #johnny the homicidal maniac #johnny the homicidal maniac fanfiction #iz jthm crossover #myart #myocs

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bigbadwolf-16 · 3 years

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anyway heres the thing for wolf and i am SO sorry if the readmore doesnt work oof this bitch long

slightly modified it

Name:

Wolf-16

Age:

Mentally twelve, but roughly Dark Age old.

Race:

Exo

Call signs/alias:

Wolf. One syllable, easy.

Pronouns:

He / Him

Class:

Hunter

Preferred subclass(es):

Gunslinger, but he’s handy with Void and Stasis. Never got the hang of Arc.

Ghost's name:

Serenity, but she reluctantly answers to Red sometimes.

Their Vanguard:

He came late to the party and properly joined the Guardian ranks sometime after Tallulah died, but he was closest to Cayde-6, rip.

Fireteam name:

Foxtrot Uniform Charlie Kilo (former) Maelstrom (former) Exodus (current)

Fireteam teammates:

In Foxtrot: Liz Cabrera, King-3, Armani-7 In Maelstrom: Amelia-9, Atticus Maav In Exodus: Puck-13, Aera-9, Emmanuel-7

Favorite legendary weapon:

Dire Promise IKELOS SMG Seventh Seraph SAW

Favorite exotic weapon:

Ace of Spades Riskrunner The Lament

Favorite exotic armor:

Sealed Ahamkara Grasps The Sixth Coyote St0mp-335

Are they offense, defense, or support:

Generally offense, he’s blindingly fast and is a crackshot with any weapon you put in his hands.

Do they prefer being close, mid, or long range:

He prefers mid to long, but ends up getting in close more often than he’d like. The agility kind of nerfs his ability to take a lot of damage all at once, so he goes airborne the second he gets surrounded.

Do they lean more "Element of Surprise" or "Upfront and Aggressive":

A bit of both! He’ll pull a surprise attack and jump in to get his hands dirty if he has to, which makes him a pretty good distraction if there’s a lot of enemies looking for a bullet sponge, but he prefers a little bit of distance if he can get it.

Strikes, Gambit, or Crucible:

Getting him into strikes takes a lot of perseverance, honestly. He’ll do them if Zavala can actually hold him down long enough. Hunters are elusive as hell anymore, and the amount of times he’s been back to the Tower or even within the City’s walls since the Red War can be counted on one hand.

Crucible is also kind of a gamble. Serenity doesn’t like him doing it because he gets ruthlessly competitive and tends to favor Stasis which gets... ahhh, intense...

He fucks super hard with Gambit, tho. If he’s anywhere near the City, he’s probably playing Gambit because the Drifter won’t give him the good stuff until he does.

Who was their mentor:

If anyone was, it was probably Serenity and only insofar as teaching him how to be fucking normal. It hasn’t worked very well.

Who are they mentoring:

He went through a brief stint where he mentored Atticus. He couldn’t teach him any Warlock things, of course, but other stuff like no-scoping an Acolyte or picking locks? Absolutely.

What ship do they have:

After Forsaken, all of Cayde’s stuff was pretty much left alone, but Wolf asked the Vanguard if he could take the Queen of Hearts and they let him.

What is their Sparrow:

Blood in the Water

Favorite Ghost shell:

Serenity picks her own shells. When they met, she pretty much had the Rust Punk shell after the one she was created with got messed up pretty badly. The new one didn’t stand up very well against the elements.

Wolf keeps a handful of them in the ship so that she can go between them and her favorites are Wisteria Orbit and In Fine Omnium, but she goes back to her old one occasionally if she doesn’t want to get the others dirty.

Favorite color:

Red, but sometimes purple.

Favorite food:

Any kind of spicy ramen and shawarma.

Least favorite food:

He doesn’t like anything with a bitter taste and there are a lot of veggie-based things he just genuinely cannot stand the thought of.

Favorite Pre-Collapse music:

He discovered classic rock and hasn’t looked back once.

Favorite place in The Last City:

Before the Red War when he spent more time in the city itself, his apartment. It was small and pretty cozy and also loaded with his hauls from various jobs. He’d sit in the window and play video games on his off days and just chill with Serenity for hours.

There was also a bar he’d frequent with his old fireteam (and sneakretly sometimes with Cayde) where they pretty much knew everyone who worked there by name. It’s the one place he never got kicked out of for causing a ruckus.

Favorite NPC(s):

Cayde and Wolf hung out a lot when either one of them had the time. These days, if he’s anywhere near the Tower, it’s only to see Amanda or Banshee.

He also likes to kick it with Devrim, Variks, and Failsafe. Osiris finds him frustrating at best, but he and Crow are kind of a package deal at this point.

Least favorite NPC(s):

He finds Rahool kind of dry and nerdy and has nothing but bad things to say about Hideo.

Favorite patrol location:

The EDZ. It’s more or less his home now and he knows every square inch of it by heart.

Least favorite patrol location:

Anywhere on Europa or the Moon. Europa he’ll at least go to without being dragged, if only just to say hi to Variks or Elsie and check up on how things are going, but after the Lunar Incident he won’t step foot on the Moon unless Eris requests him specifically.

5 things your Guardian likes:

Glimmer, babeyyyy!! Also food, bad jokes, going real fast, and springtime.

5 things your Guardian dislikes(this can be anything):

Handling trauma in a healthy way like normal person, having to be responsible for people, being told what to do, big open spaces, and waiting.

Your Guardian has to rest. What is their living space like:

Wolf can and will sleep just about anywhere and in pretty much any position. His old apartment in the City was destroyed during the war, and he just never went back, so now he knocks out in whatever place has enough cover or is out of the way enough he won’t be found.

Does your Guardian have any casual wear?:

Lots. He usually goes for a more urban style, so lots of huge hoodies, joggers, chunky sneakers, snapbacks, that kind of thing. He generally only wears armor when he’s actively working.

What hobbies and/or skills does you Guardian have:

Outside of Guardian stuff, he’s picked up a handful of skills over the years. He can rap and sing and figured out how to autotune his voice/mimic others, he’s pretty good at woodcarving and making little things out of scrap metal, and even if his designs are intentionally tacky he’s good at custom paint jobs for jumpships and Sparrows.

As for hobbies, that mostly consists of exploring. He’s got a lot of patrol areas memorized, and does a lot of urbex in places that aren’t very thoroughly mapped because he likes finding pre-Collapse artifacts and seeing places not very many others have. Mostly for selling.

He also does a lot of gambling, but whether or not he’s any good at it is arguable.

What would your Guardian's lore book be called:

Sixteen Wolves

Where was your Guardian reborn?:

Somewhere in the humid and shitty swamp that used to be Houston, Texas. It was tough going for a while, but they eventually traveled all the way to what would eventually be the City.

What were they wearing when they were reborn:

Rapidly disintegrating work gear from, presumably, some kind of security job.

What was their reaction to being reborn:

Confusion and alarm, but he warmed up to Serenity pretty quickly, so it wasn’t too bad after the initial shock.

What was their reaction to their first rez:

Very surprised until Serenity explained what had just happened. After that, all bets were off.

After being reborn, did they meet friendlies first or hostiles:

Like many, the first sentient form of life he met was hostile, but it wasn’t aliens. His first run-in with other people was a group of survivors who had a lot of mistrust regarding the Risen and he didn’t want to fight them, so he took off.

Who was the first other Guardian they met?:

He definitely doesn’t remember, but it probably wasn’t a pleasant encounter.

Did your Guardian get reborn with, or find, any indication of their past life? If so what do they have/found:

Exos get the luxury of at least knowing their name, but Wolf found his etched into a corner of his chest plate in cool letters. He didn’t remember anything from his past life beyond random glimpses if he dug hard enough, and nowadays those glimpses are pretty rare and extremely vague. There’s never any memory fragment that’s enough to really grab onto, so he tends not to bother with it.

How did your Guardian get their name(if they didn't rez with past life mementos):

Exo thing! He doesn’t remember if it was just some kind of moniker or part of his actual original human name, but Wolf sounds cool so he’s not worried about it.

Going back to your Guardian's lore book, what would be some quotes or passages from their book:

The Hunter dove for the ball and caught it, whipped it back across to his companion with a well-practiced flick of his wrist and tumbled. The Warlock caught it a bit more gracefully and without getting dirt on his clothes.

“Do you ever think about home?”

“What do you mean?”

The Warlock shrugged, tossing the ball back and forth between his palms. “Home. You know. Where you’re from. Your people, I mean. I think about the Dreaming City a lot. I don’t remember how it used to be, but... I like to think maybe I had family there once. Someone to miss me when I was gone. Dreadful to think of how it’s been destroyed...”

“Hm.” Wolf considered the question, then it was his turn to shrug. “Dunno. Guess we don’t really have one.”

“You must have something, Wolf. Exos had to come from somewhere. Everyone has a home.”

“Y’all might have a home. All we got’s a graveyard.”

Does your Guardian have a significant other:

He’s had a handful over the years. He’s still friends with Liz, not that anyone can tell because all they do is fuck with each other and cause trouble when they’re together. He and Amelia were a thing briefly but that one had to be called off to preserve their friendship because, even though they’ve known each other for decades and get along surprisingly well, they are very, very different people.

The last one was Cayde, and that didn’t end well for anyone. Cringe culture is dead, don’t @ me.

Did your Guardian go explore first before going to The Last City? If so, where to:

That was kinda the name of the game back then. The City was just a dinky little encampment and Wolf was on a completely different continent, so by the time he actually got there it was a dinky little town with not much to explore. He ended up breezing through a few times before anyone even really realized he was a Risen. The section of the wall he helped build is actually still there.

What was their reaction to first seeing The Last City:

A little bit surprised, honestly. He already knew there were a lot of little camps and small towns scattered around, but he hadn’t expected to find any that were that organized and so full of lightbearers and mortals, just working side by side.

Is your Guardian a part of a clan:

Yes! He’s part of the Exodus Family.

Does your Guardian's clan have a back story? If so, what is it?(if you want to or able to share):

Not much that I’m personally aware of, just cus my friends and I haven’t talked about it at length, but basically everyone is an Exo and having a fairytale/biblical theme is pretty common. Like. Puck is an obvious one. Wolf and Serenity are a little bit Little Red Riding Hood themed, only insomuch as Serenity having an affinity for red shells and Wolf thinking he’s all big and bad and tough.

(He’s not, he’s a baby.)

If your Guardian would have a quote as a flavor text for a weapon and/or piece of armor, what would they be:

I have a couple of these actually, all inspired by some really good quotes I’ve seen.

Wolf Moon’s Chase (Exotic) “Don’t look back. You’re not going that way.” A hand cannon with a wolf head grip and the Howlin’ Wolves perk; Successive precision kills gradually reload the clip and boost Super energy regen even if stowed. Missed shots have a chance to track enemies and explode.

Last Man Standing (Exotic) ”I was always taught that if you shoot for the Moon and miss, the vacuum of space will suck out your eyeballs. Failure is not an option. Go kill ‘em.” Chest armor with the Knock ‘Em Dead perk: Low health massively boosts damage, resilience, and mobility for a short amount of time.

Bad Blood (Legendary) ”The strength of the pack is the Wolf. The strength of the Wolf is the pack.” A Hunter’s cloak with the Vermilion Stripe down one side and a moon shattered into three pieces on the back.

If your Guardian has had any interactions with any civilians, Eliksni, Cabal, Vex, Hive, Taken, Scorn, Rogue Lightbearers, or Iron Lords/War Lords tell us about it!:

Wolf’s been around a while and he’s seen a lot of things, so let’s dig into this one.

He’s not as well known in the City except by name unless he’s wearing his wolf mask, but he drops in at the Farm pretty often and he’s on good terms with everyone there. He does a lot of supply runs for them and will stick around if they’re shorthanded to help with upkeep or defense if there’s a lot of hostile activity in the area. In general, he doesn’t interact a whole lot with mortals unless they’ve been out on the front lines like Devrim or Suraya. There’s way too much cultural and social disconnect there and he doesn’t have the patience or really even the language to try and explain to them that he, even as a Guardian and Old Light, is just as human as they are and while he may be immortal and have crazy cosmic superpowers given to him by a mysterious and sentient white spheroid, dying hurts and the trauma every Guardian walks around with just is not worth it.

Where Eliksni are concerned, he tends not to initiate fights with them. If they shoot first, all bets are off, but for the most part he has a lot of respect for what they’ve been through and can relate to feeling lost and completely adrift with no identity. He helps rebels on Europa either fight back against Salvation or escape to Earth to join the House of Light. He’s made a lot of friends that way.

Cabal he has a lot of respect for as well, for similar reasons. They lost their home to the Hive and are trying to survive in the best way they know how, even if he doesn’t agree with their politics. He doesn’t know what’s going to happen with Caiatl, but he’s trying to maintain hope that her empire and humanity will eventually reach an understanding. They’d be unstoppable as allies.

He doesn’t fuck with the Vex. Even before things came to light on Europa, even being near them made his brain itch and one of his biggest fears is being infected with some kind of Vex virus that’ll turn him into one of them and spread to other Exos or Ghosts, almost to the point he’d prefer to avoid them altogether.

He is terrified of the Hive. I’ve mentioned the Lunar Incident before, and the trauma of it caused such an intense meltdown that it forced a reset. Unless Eris Morn specifically asks him personally to go to the Moon for any reason, he doesn’t go anywhere near it. He can deal with them in other places like the Reef or on Earth, but the combination of Moon + Hive just scares him to death.

Taken and Scorn both are kind of a wobbly thing for him. He feels bad for what happened to them, but knowing that it can’t be reversed and that just killing them is a mercy makes it easier to deal with them. With Taken and anything relating to them, the spatial distortion they cause kind of overwhelms his processes if he’s dealing with it for too long and can make him feel a little sick, but that usually subsides once he’s gotten some distance. (Scorn are just... Oof. On the one hand, he kind of feels like they’re not too dissimilar to lightbearers just in that they were brought back from the dead and now won’t stay dead, but he always wonders if they’re suffering or if they even know where they are or what they’re doing. It’s just incredibly sad to see them like that, and the same goes for the Wrathborn.)

Rogue lightbearers? He kind of is one. He didn’t join the Vanguard until long after the City was established and before that he was just kind of doing his own thing being a thieving little shithead. It was Amelia who encouraged him to do it, and he’s shaped up a lot since then and become a lot more sympathetic toward other people. He still has that wild edge and always plays it fast and loose with the rules, more so than even most other Hunters, so he’s always butting heads with Zavala about that. In general, he doesn’t think much of them unless they’ve genuinely gone bad and are actively out there hunting and hurting other people.

Warlords/Iron Lords, uhhh. He was friends with a Warlord back in their day, but he didn’t pay them much mind outside of that. As far as he was concerned, if they stayed out of his way and he stayed out of theirs, everything was fine because other people’s problems weren’t his problem and he had no intention of getting tangled up with all that shit when he had a free pass to do all the petty crimes he wanted. He’s always thought the Iron Lords were stuffy and holier-than-thou, but he does kind of respect what they did back then and he might rip on Lord Saladin, but he understands his perspective on things. That kind of survival instinct and total victory or death philosophy, like... ya know. Wolf grew up in different times, too, and back then it was genuinely kill or be killed and you couldn’t trust anyone not to stab you in the back over scraps. He gets it. He may not always agree, but he gets it.

Does your Guardian have any unconventional allies or connections(By Vanguard standards):

Definitely. It didn’t start with Crow and Spider of course, but they’re a pretty good example. As a Hunter, he is connected. He knows a guy for everything you can think of and most of that knowledge is very under the table kind of shit. If the gains are good, he’ll partner up with just about anyone and his only hard limit is probably wholesale murder and not necessarily even because he isn’t comfortable with it. It’s a lot of mess, and a lot of potential to get his ass into really deep trouble he’d rather avoid.

He’s got a lot of Eliksni and Cabal buddies out in the system, most of whom he met in some makeshift prison or while trapped somewhere. More than once it’s been a situation of kidnapping where he just accidentally became friends with his captors.

One of his best friends for years was an Eliksni vandal out on the Tangled Shore, so he has absolutely no issue with having unconventional allies.

(Plus, like. With the system in total fucking chaos, you’re gonna need all the friends you can get. He’s dumb but he’s not stupid.)

How does your Guardian feel about themselves or others using Stasis:

Wolf has mixed feelings about Stasis. With Exos being pretty much literally born of Darkness, he has a natural affinity for it but being such a sensitive dude makes it very easy for the Darkness to manipulate him through. Any time he uses Stasis, he gets weird and a little bloodthirsty, so he tries to only use it when nothing else is working. He’s got a lot of willpower, but you can only hold out for so long when someone’s promising you salvation, peace, and power after the sort of life an Old Light has to deal with. Fear and trauma are very easy to appeal to when everything is looking increasingly more bleak all around you.

As far as other people using it, he’s still very “not my circus, not my clowns” about it. The only time he’d take issue is if someone was using it like legitimately trying to RTL someone he cares about.

Did they run The Last Wish raid? How did they react to seeing a live Ahamkara a.k.a Riven:

I’ve only done parts of it myself, but if he has met Riven he definitely almost short-circuited. I think anyone would if they met a supposedly extinct magic space dragon for the first time.

Did they run The Deep Stone Crypt raid? How did they react to the Crypt and seeing Exo Eliskni:

It was harrowing to say the least. Everything on Europa has been a nightmare, just from his own standpoint as an Exo. He goes through phases where he thinks that being one is the greatest thing ever because you’re faster, stronger, and tougher than anyone else, but at the same time, like. Look at what they have to deal with.

And all the secrets that came out as we learned more about Exoscience and Clovis Bray? Yikes, dude. Any time he’s not feeling cheeky or neutral about it, he just feels this weird sense of shame and guilt. Why would anyone want to be an Exo? Why would anyone willingly hand over their peace of mind and their security in their own identity like that? Most Exos don’t know who they were before, some don’t even know who they are now, and all because they got too close to the truth or their fundamentally unsustainable existence backfired again and they had to completely erase everything and start over.

Seeing Atraks was like watching a car crash knowing you wouldn’t be able to do anything to stop it. All these people seeking that out, wanting to make themselves or their allies into Exos just to be top notch unstoppable war machines when they don’t even slightly understand what it’s really like to live inside a completely foreign body is something he just can’t wrap his head around. He tries not to think about it too hard.

Is your Guardian from D1? How did they react to seeing Taniks alive once again:

He has his own beef with Taniks, but like. If he kept being killed and revived in shittier and shittier conditions, he’d probably be really pissed off too.

Where did they go and what did they do during The Red War:

The Red War kind of spelled the end of him transiently living in the City proper. His apartment was in one of the residential areas that got leveled, and he just never went back once the dust settled.

He did what he could to help, but his main concern was just keeping Serenity safe. He’d never admit it out loud in mixed company but if it came to having to choose between her and a handful of mortals, he’d choose her every time. She’s been the one constant in his life since he was revived and he couldn’t imagine having to try and carry on without her.

It really brought home just how much abuse he could take before his body would quit on him, and he almost didn’t make it through the whole thing. He’s way too reckless now to survive long without his Ghost, but it brought them a whole lot closer together.

For the most part, he teamed up with other Hunters to scout for safe exits and round up survivors, and when the Vanguard left to take care of business he stayed to help keep his lil classmates on task. After that he stayed at the Farm for a while dealing with the whole self-repair and maintenance deal, and he spent a whole lot more time out in the field when it was over.

Here are some characters that are either polarizing or have created a strong enough mass emotion within the community. What opinion does your Guardian hold on each of them >>>

Osiris, First Warlock Vanguard, originally exiled:

Wolf likes Osiris. Anyone who’s reckless, stubborn, uncouth, and a little bit feral is always going to be someone that Wolf likes and wants to be friends with. They get along for the most part, but because focusing doesn’t even make the list of Wolf’s strong points, Osiris can get exasperated with him pretty quickly when they’re going over some kind of batshit strategy and Wolf is over there in his corner texting. Osiris has no idea how he’s survived this long and has definitely said as much to his face. Wolf isn’t so sure either.

Eris Morn, Bane of the Swarm:

He’s a bit intimidated by her. She was kind of the catalyst for one of the most traumatizing events of his life, so being around her now still makes him feel a little bit weird and very nervous. Despite that, he still respects and trusts her immensely and will always come if she needs him.

They’ve taken time since All That Mess to talk to each other and she’s incredibly remorseful over what happened, but Wolf doesn’t blame her for any of it.

She has a very unique perspective on the Darkness and the Hive what all of this shit means, and he generally will trust her word over someone else’s when the topic comes up. She’s got a lot of wisdom in that crazy head of hers and they have a bit of a shared experience when it comes to being trapped in a Hive nest.

Cayde-6, Sixth Hunter Vanguard:

Lemme roll out the simp wagon for this one, ahem.

Wolf adored Cayde. Before The Dare, he joined in on Cayde’s little crew every so often for jobs and over time they got to know each other about as well as anyone can know Cayde or Wolf, and Wolf ended up falling for him pretty hard between all the snarky banter and watching him in action. They did some casual messing around and I’m sure anyone with eyes could see how bad he had it, but he never got the gumption to really confess and never tried to actually pursue anything beyond casual fun.

Cayde’s death absolutely destroyed his entire world. He’s seen plenty of death and his fair share of RTLs, but none have hit him as hard as that one. He spent a little while just immobilized by grief until it morphed into anger because, honestly, I don’t think any Guardian handles loss very well, and he decided after the memorial service to hunt down Uldren regardless of the cost.

The whole thing caused a bit of a rift between himself and his old fireteam and the Spider got a few good laughs out of calling him ‘Killer’. He doesn’t remember a lot of it now due to his reset around Shadowkeep, but he still gets flashes, and he definitely still blames himself. If he could have gotten there just a few minutes sooner, he knows Cayde and Sundance could have survived.

Ikora Rey, Second Warlock Vanguard:

Mad respect for Ikora Rey, especially when she low key high key supported his revenge mission. She has a unique way of being shady about things that Wolf really likes, and they don’t have much in common but he’s enjoyed working with her any time he’s gotten the chance.

When he has things to report on that he knows Zavala won’t like, Wolf goes to her first since she knows best how to soften the blow, and when he has the forethought to even bother, he runs strategies by her to get input. She’s the best Crucible player in history and he kind of sees her as a Warlock that thinks like a Hunter in a lot of ways. In the absence of Cayde, she’s the Vanguard he answers to the quickest.

Commander Zavala, Second Titan Vanguard:

Wolf and Zavala have a tense relationship. They don’t agree on most things and any time you put them in the same room together it inevitably devolves into some kind of argument about the best course of action to take on anything. Wolf’s story has him kind of lined up to be promoted to Vanguard because of experience and technicalities on the Dare, and while it’s not entirely up to Zavala, he does have a lot of sway as the Vanguard Commander. Wolf could not be less interested in the seat if someone was holding a gun to his Ghost.

He’s intentionally unprofessional as hell any time he has to work with Zavala directly and tends to go out of his way to use very unconventional methods that he know Big Blue won’t approve of, because he’s a child. Being petty is the spice of life, and Wolf is still mad that Zavala forbid him from going after Uldren. That he does remember.

With all of that said though! He does respect Zavala. You wouldn’t know it, but he truly does. The guy has the weight of the entire Sol System on his shoulders and never once has he complained.

Saint-14, legendary Titan, First Titan Vanguard:

Wolf is very fond of Saint and Saint is probably one of the few people left who has a way of getting Wolf to slow down and just take it easy for a while. Before Wolf dipped out for good, he’d sometimes just track the guy down to spend time with him and listen to his various wisdoms.

These days, he still calls him up sometimes to shoot the shit and check in on things and he always asks Saint to tell the pigeons and the Colonel that he said hi.

Lord Saladin, Iron Banner handler, One of the last remaining Iron Lords:

Wolf clowns on Saladin a lot but he does understand his point of view when it comes to survival. I’ve mentioned it before, but Wolf “grew up” in the same time period and gets where the intensity and giving no quarter comes from, because back then it really was a life or death decision with way more immediate consequences. Table politics are kind of lost to him and the turning tide between humanity versus the Eliksni or the Cabal is calling for a more open and foreward-thinking willingness to take that risk in allying with them against a common enemy. Wolf’s a quicker learner though, and spending as much time as he has with both has taught him that, in a lot of ways, they’re just like us. They had their homes taken and destroyed, they’ve lost loved ones in droves, and they’re struggling to hang onto a thread in the only way they know how.

Wolf hopes that Lord Saladin will come around and let go of his dated worldviews, because the old ways aren’t what’s going to win wars anymore. Things are far, far bigger than us versus them now and Wolf has a feeling that humanity is gonna need more resolute leaders like Saladin to survive what’s coming.

Lord Shaxx, Crucible handler, Hero of Twilight Gap, living megaphone:

Don’t leave Shaxx and Wolf alone together unless you want complete and utter chaos to unfold. Any time they get together, they get rowdy, and no piece of furniture is safe from having one of them suplexed or dropkicked into it. Shaxx is kind of like a cool uncle to Wolf and they have been known to test new weapons on each other.

The Crow, New Light, Ex-Enforcer to The Spider:

Whoof. When Wolf first met Crow, he was absolutely gobsmacked. Of all the things running through his head, the biggest question he had was why. He almost shot Crow on sight, but he hesitated for some reason. It took a long time for Wolf to warm up to him and in that time he was uncharacteristically quiet and a little cold. Serenity managed to get him to keep his stupid mouth shut, and he’s glad he listened for once.

I think just spending all that time with him hunting Wrathborn, just being a team and really going through it together, was what brought Wolf closer to him. Learning about what Crow was dealing with in his personal life, everything he was going through just as a consequence of existing. Wolf opened up over time himself and once he worked through that big C6 obstacle, he found himself really endeared to both Crow and Glint.

These days, Wolf would probably consider Crow one of his best friends. He’s taught the kid a lot of old Hunter tricks and they hang out a lot, to Glint and Serenity’s immense relief. Crow is like the little brother he never had.

The Spider, The Shore's Only Law, founder of "House" Spider:

He may or may not have low key threatened Spider before he left the Tangled Shore with Crow. From day one, even as someone who is by default insufferably cheeky, the amount of disrespect. Ooh, bitch.

Spider calling him Killer (especially around Crow) got under his skin so fast, you would not even believe, and it was all Wolf could do not to leap across the room and strangle him to death any time they had to do deals.

As far as Wolf is concerned, if he never sees the Spider again, it’ll be too soon.

Uldren Sov, Prince of the Reef, Master of Crows:

Khhhh, hoo boy. The hate. The Frothing Hatred he had for this little man. Wolf had never in his life wanted someone dead as badly as he wanted Uldren Sov dead.

Being friends with Crow and his 16th reset has softened that a lot, and he’s learned a few things about Uldren that have made other things make a lot more since sense then, but. Yeesh.

Mara Sov, Queen of the Reef, Queen of the Awoken, Ex-Kell of Wolves:

Very mixed. He never dealt with her directly, but Wolf has a natural aversion to any form of leadership just by nature. That she cornered the House of Wolves into subservience doesn’t help, but on the other hand, if she hadn’t been at war with them, things would have turned out a lot different for humanity at Twilight Gap.

Variks, the Loyal, founder of House Judgement:

Speaking of shifty motherfuckers.

Wolf definitely likes Variks and his reset between Shadowkeep and now has conveniently erased the memory of knowing Variks had a hand in Cayde’s death.

He does what he can on Europa to help Variks get Salvation rebels to safety if they just want to get the fuck up out of there and is happy to do knife tricks for him when he asks. Variks has made a lot of questionable decisions, but it’s all been done for what he believes is the good of his people, and Wolf can respect that.

Mithrax, the Forsaken, Kell of Light, founder of House Light:

Hasn’t met him, but he’s heard... a lot. With Mithrax being the Kell of the House of Light, Wolf is hopeful it’ll be a good step in the right direction toward uniting humanity and Eliksni. He’s pretty sure they’re both doomed if they can’t at least fight alongside each other temporarily.

The Exo Stranger/Elizabeth "Elsie" Bray, Granddaughter of Clovis I and Sister to Ana Bray:

Wolf is incurably nosy, so he finds Elsie pretty frustrating. She’s full of secrets and never hangs around long enough to explain what the hell she’s talking about or what her end goal is, but she’s been invaluable on Europa. Once she finally opened up a little bit and started actually telling him important things, he found her a whole lot easier to get along with and it helped to have her around when he was discovering a lot of things on his own about where Exos came from.

Eramis, of House Salvation, Kell of Darkness:

He... gets where she was coming from, in a way. She was angry and desperate and that kind of thing is easy for the Darkness to take advantage of. He can’t rightly blame her for grabbing onto anything she thought might save her people, even though it’s ended in yet more trauma for them.

Eramis isn’t someone he’d go out of his way to try to be friends with if she was ever freed from Stasis, but he would hope she’d more or less see the Light and realize that her methods needed some serious rethinking.

Empress Caiatl of the Cabal Imperial Empire:

Wolf has a lot of respect for Caiatl. She watched her home burn down around her and has used that pain to fuel a cause he thinks is pretty noble. Humanity has been at war with the Cabal for a long time now, and both sides have suffered incredible losses because of it. He thinks that trying to mend that and join forces is a good idea, but for once he’s kind of with Zavala on something: They shouldn’t have to swear fealty or subservience to a foreign empire to have their support against a threat that’s coming for both.

He’s holding out hope that if they show their strength against her greatest warriors, she’ll understand that Guardians and humanity as a whole are more beneficial as equals, not cannon fodder. It only takes one Guardian to decimate an entire Cabal squad, after all.

The Darkness is fast approaching. How is your Guardian handling it:

He’s... handling it. It’s been getting harder in recent years to just not think about things which has been his entire motto since he was first revived. More and more he’s having to confront head-on the things that scare him the most, and there’s only so much running away you can do before you run straight into a corner and have to choose between extinction and fighting until you draw your last breath.

Wolf isn’t a pacifist by any means, but it’s just one of those things where he’s starting to realize his way of living just isn’t sustainable with the system in such chaos. The Hive used to be just another threat he had to deal with every so often, but now they’ve become the Big Bad that are outpacing even the Vex in terms of imminent destruction of several species all at once. His biggest hope right now is that humanity, Eliksni, and Cabal can all set their differences aside, at least long enough to try and put up a defense against the Hive and the Darkness. If they can’t, then... well, they won’t have to worry about it for very long, at least.

And finally, does your Guardian have any advice for any New Lights:

Be good. Be understanding. Tell the people you love that you love them every single chance you get, because you never know what could happen out there. Don’t treat everyone as your enemy, because you may find friends in strange places, and how you treat someone may be the difference between waking up dead and surviving to see morning, but most importantly; Don’t look back. You’re not going that way.

#w16 #i need a meta tag for all this stuff oogh #meta

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kdramaxoxo · 4 years

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the worst second leads in the history of dramaland, drop that super detailed list! (not asking abt horrible female second leads bc they always get stereotyped as the Bitch, so drop an alternate list of nice female second leads, please) love, fairy anon

ahaha, I was hoping for this ask!

Second Lead Losers, K-drama Edition Key:

⭐Low key frustrating, a big baby.

⭐⭐A real jerk. Would definitely manipulate lead into liking him, possibly verbally abusing her and gaslighting. Would lie to get what he wants and causes actual harm to the lead before he does change and get redeemed a little.

⭐⭐⭐The worst of the worst. All of the above with added murderous intent. A literal villain. These guys are usually integral to the story, so they have to exist but protect the main and do not ship this toxic pairing. Not redeemable.

Second Lead Losers, K-drama Edition:

The Tale Of Nokdu, Cha Yool Mu: ⭐⭐⭐

This guy is a straight up sociopath. What’s most disturbing about him is that he presents as a Really Good Guy at first. In actuality, he thinks of the female lead as property owed to him and will definitely murder for that and pretty much anything else. Kindly feeds a small child while trying to murder her family. Yeesh.

Angel’s Last Mission: Love, Ji Kang Woo ⭐

Dude just gives me the creeps. He is in love with a different version of the main and thus feels like he’s owed love from her. He is manipulative and off putting.

When the Camellia Blooms, Kang Jong Ryul ⭐⭐

Rich privileged celebrity who realizes he’s lost his first love and wants her back. He doesn’t seem to know why he wants her back or even care about how she feels. He TAKES PIL-GU FROM HER. He does redeem himself a little at the end but honestly every scene he was in was super annoying.

A Poem A Day, Shin Min Ho ⭐⭐

I can barely remember this dude but I do know he physically pushes her and is such a winey jerk, like almost the whole time.

The Best Hit, Hit The Top, Lee Ji Hoon ⭐

To be clear, I loved this drama and I actually really liked Ji Hoon’s character for the most part. But the way he oversteps with his friendship with Woo Seung made me really uncomfortable. Girl doesn’t like you dude! 100% redeemable tho.

Just Between Lovers, Seo Joo Won ⭐

He almost got two stars but since everyone is so damaged, I’m giving him a little bit of a pass. See, he’s her boss and him pushing the relationship openly, even while knowing she likes someone else is just icky.

Extraordinary You, Baek Kyung ⭐⭐⭐

Baek Kyung is one of those second leads that makes a drama. He HAS to exist for the plot to work and the show would not be the same without him. However, he is a jerk through and through, up until the very last minute in which he sort of redeems himself a little but maintains jerk status. He has all opportunities to apologize and literally never does. What a weirdo, plotting to kill his fiance off stage and then sort of taking it back, but definitely wishing he could date a shell of a human :P #leejaewookisapuppytho

The Heirs, Choi Yeong Do ⭐⭐

I almost didn’t add this because I don’t ship the leads either but he IS an annoying second lead. Both are not healthy pairings so what can you do? But Yeong Do is a bully and bullies are literally the worst. If this was a historical drama, he’d have totally murdered to get the girl. Honestly I can barely remember this show.

Strong Woman Do Bong Soon, In Gook Doo ⭐

This is a weird one because SHE likes HIM! But he’s so mean to her you guys! Like, really toxic about how gender roles work, and just pushed all my buttons (the bad ones).

Flower Boy Next Door, Oh Jin Rak ⭐

Your standard whiney “I’m owed this girl cause I was here first” type of dude.

My Absolute Boyfriend, Ma Wang Joon ⭐⭐

Ugh. This guy broke up with his girlfriend for k-drama reasons and just goes around being rude and petty. He’s happy to manipulate his ex while they are together and broken up. To be fair, there are a lot of things to hate about this drama so he’s just the icing on the cake.

#kdrama #second lead syndrome #ask #answer #now i have to make a list of heart fluttering second leads obviously #the baek kyung fandom is so strong i was afraid to put him on my list can you believe it

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i-dreamed-i-had-a-son · 4 years

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Thoughts on that (formerly?) annoying episode

Star Trek Season 1 Episode 24, This Side of Paradise, is (was) a frustrating episode for me. Spock, who up until this point has never explicitly shown romantic interest in anyone, falls in love with a girl. Not naturally though--no, he is drugged, and begs, on the ground, in agony, for her to stop the effects of the drug. When he finally gives in, then he appears to be free, but we know that he is certainly not himself.

Bones and Jim notice this as well, while talking to Spock over communicator, and Bones is immediately concerned, thinking Spock might be in trouble. What is Spock up to? He's chilling out with his girl.

It had really really really bothered me, though, that when all is said and done, and Spock has gone back to normal, and he is asked about what he has to say about his experience, he says, "For the first time in my life, I was happy." This was super frustrating and hurtful for me, because I relate to Spock's lack of romantic interest very deeply. (I perceive him to be aroace, but other interpretations are, of course, valid.) Is he really saying that all the good times he's had on the Enterprise, all the moments he's shared with Jim and Bones--all the companionship he has found in them isn't enough? That he has never been happy? That he needed to find a girl before he could be? What does that say about someone like me, who is aroace?

It especially bothered me because Spock only explicitly expresses romantic feelings when he is fundamentally not himself, and he recognizes this as well. (This post is already long, so I'll skip the details, but if you're curious, let me know.) Something deep and intrinsic about him is changed, and then he expresses romantic feelings--which further convinces me that he is aromantic. So why was he repeatedly subjected to this invasive altering of his identity? Was he not sufficient as he was? It felt humiliating to watch him behave in ways I knew he would never behave when he was himself. And it definitely felt like the producers were pushing him into a relationship to "fix him" and show his "human side".

But then I looked at it deeper, and I realized that maybe that's not what was going on at all.

While it is likely that a heteronormative message was intended, part of art is its interpretation, and I am choosing to internalize the other narrative that I see. And before we get going, a warning (if you haven't gotten it already): this is a long post. I'm on mobile and can't figure out how to make a "read more".

Firstly, I will say that aside from the romantic element, the episode had very good moments. Especially when Kirk confronts Spock, and you can tell that Spock is holding himself back, and doesn't want to believe that Jim means what he's saying, and he's utterly shocked that Jim would ever say something like that--and particularly that he uses the word "half-breed". (Spock, in an earlier episode, had actually told Jim that it disturbs him to hear that word from someone so close to him...essentially, he admitted that it hurts him. Jim hadn't outright said that he wouldn't use the word again, but it was clear that he knew the damage it could cause and that he had only used it as a last resort.)

But it gets more interesting when we consider what Spock actually responds to, and what he avoids. Firstly, he responds to that word, which he even tries to make into a Spock-version of a joke ("While the term 'half-breed' may be partially accurate..."), using defensive humor instead of addressing his feelings about it. The other thing he responds to, which is the only thing he actually directly answers, is Jim's taunts about his parents. Equally notable is that he didn't respond to any taunts about his relationship with Leila (the girl) that had insinuated he was unable to truly love her. Jim makes several attacks on this front, calling Spock a "carcass," a "computer," a shell of someone "pretending to be a man". "Does she know what she's getting, Spock?!" Jim yells at him. Spock says nothing.

Here's the punch in the gut: Spock only responds to things he believes are wrong.

Spock fights back when Jim maligns his parents, he responds to anything that is factually incorrect. He responds to the word "half-breed" by calling it "partially accurate"--implying he believes it to not be fully apt, but equally, implying that it does have some truth in it...and when it comes to the other personal statements Jim makes, he is silent. He doesn't believe he has enough evidence to dispute Jim's outrageous claims--because a part of him believes it himself.

Not only does this offer insight into Spock's insecurities, it also supports my view of Spock as someone who doesn't have those romantic feelings. Spock hasn't lost his memory while under the influence of the spores, nor does he lose it after their effects are removed; he knows who he really is and how he really behaves. There is a part of him that is freed by being expressive, and that part mostly focuses on appreciating the beauty in things. He comments on how beautiful the clouds are, and rainbows--and yes, perhaps he finds Leila beautiful, but I think he does so from a purely aesthetic and (shall I say it?) scientific stance. He likes feeling free to admire and experience the beauty of things, her included. But deep down, he knows what he's feeling for Leila isn't really love.

He might even like the sensation of kissing her, but not because of any romantic feelings--rather, because it is so clearly and intimately linked with being known, being understood, being trusted; not just from a physical perspective, but (especially for the touch-telepathic Vulcans), an emotional one. That is what truly appeals to him.

Spock feels freed because his usual inhibitions are gone (forcibly battered down, but we'll say gone). So he swings around on a tree branch and does other equally wacky things, and he kisses someone and speaks causally and comments on the beauty of life. He wants to experience the things he's never let himself experience before, because he feels at home; he is accepted, and that frees him. But he knows, deep down, that the freed "Spock" is fundamentally different from the one we've come to know, the one Jim and Bones know, the one on the Enterprise.

That's why he doesn't disagree with Jim when he starts attacking Spock's ability to love. He knows he can't. He knows this freedom, really, is false--and he knows how it came about. Not by a choice of his own, but one forced on him. Nevertheless, he is desperately attached to one particular aspect of that freedom. Just look at what he says as soon as the effects are broken.

First, he says to Jim, "You did that to me on purpose." An interesting choice of words, that belies his now emotionless facade. "You did that to me" acknowledges there was something inflicted on you that you did not want...in a way, that statement alone is Spock's guarded way of saying, "That hurt me. And you knew it would hurt me. I could not believe you would do such a thing...but now, I begin to understand..." And honestly, his face says the same thing. He's shaken up, he looks a little dazed; he's trying to reframe what happened--Jim didn't suddenly hate him for being how he was, it was a calculated move, meant to help him. But, it was clear that Jim didn't want Spock to stay that way. There was a Spock Jim knew, and he wanted (and needed) him back. The "freed" part of Spock needed to be repressed again, or at least that's how Spock saw it.

Think I'm way off base? Listen to what he says next:

"I don't belong anymore."

The entire episode, there's been a repeated mentioning of "understanding", of "being one of us"--but Spock is the only one that calls being affected by the spores "belonging". (Even if he wasn't the only one, it wouldn't detract from the importance of that statement.) His entire life, he has desperately wanted to be loved, known, accepted, and to feel at home, and he never had been able to be fully himself. He was always keeping a part of himself under wraps--not a romantic part, but a sentimental, emotional, free-spirited one. On Omicron Ceti III, Spock was finally able to express that part of himself and find only acceptance for it. Even though he knew the truth of why he was able to do that, he loved being loved and accepted so much that he couldn't bear to give it up.

He even begged Jim to stay with him--and you know what he said the spores offered? "There is belonging...and love..." (The theme of belonging returns again.) And is that a surprise? Unconditional love and acceptance, a sense of belonging--of course Spock would treasure those things; he has been searching for them his whole life! And of course he would want to share them with Jim too; even aside from the spores influencing everyone to infect each other, he is clearly more able to express his fondness for Jim, since during the entire time Spock is affected by the spores, he never once calls him Captain--only "Jim". He has always wanted this closeness, this openness, and he finally found it. It's no wonder that he seemed so heartbroken when Jim broke the spell of the spores--that feeling of belonging, despite how much he treasures the people on the Enterprise, was gone. Not for any lack of care from Jim or Bones or anyone else, but because he had never been able to accept himself before. If the spores hadn't forced him to, he never would have; now that they were gone, he found that he could not do so again.

When he says to Leila, as she realizes that he does not love her and has gone back to being who he really is, "If there are self-made purgatories, we all must live in them. Mine can be no worse than any other," he is not saying "I can't love you because I'll be going away on this ship and that wouldn't be logical." He's saying, "I know a lot of how I am, my refusal to express certain things, stems from how I see myself." In a way, his purgatory is indeed self-made. I don't believe this applies to his romantic feelings, or lack of them--they are not a decision--but instead to the freedom that came with accepting who he is.

And that is why the final line of the episode no longer bothers me. Jim gently nudges him by saying, "We still haven't heard much from you about Omicron Ceti III," and Spock replies, "I haven't much to say about it," pauses, and says,

"Only that...for the first time in my life, I was happy."

I had originally thought that he was saying he was happy because he had "found love", but now I see what he was really saying.

For the briefest of instants, he felt what it was like to love himself.

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madelainesvixens · 5 years

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Title: Masked ID

Ship: Veronica Lodge + Sweet Pea (Sweet Vee)

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Sweet Pea loved Halloween.

As a kid, it was the only holiday he ever was looking forward to. He loved to scare Toni and other Serpents with creepy masks, fake knives and red syrup.

One time, Fangs almost peed his pants. It was hilarious.

Needless to say, when Veronica announced him that they'd be having a Halloween party at La Bonne Nuit, he was thrilled.

For the past two weeks, Veronica and him had worked on the decors, making plans and ordering online a bunch of accessories and props that would transform the beauty of the old age casino into an epic spooky dream.

''Don't go too gore with the decors, mi amor. We don't want to scare the clients away,'' Veronica reminded him, seeing him eyeing a headless prop on the computer screen.

Sweet Pea rolled his eyes. ''Halloween is supposed to be scary, Veronica,'' he countered, scrolling down the page and stealing Veronica's laptop from the bed to type something. ''We need a smoke machine. Can we have that?''

The raven haired girl hesitated, not quite getting her boyfriend's ideas. ''Eh, I guess...''

''Yes!'' Sweet Pea exclaimed, pumping his fist excitedly.

She chuckled, looking at him with fond eyes. It was so rare of him to get this excited over events - or anything, really -, it was cute.

Almost as cute as the time he had stayed behind to help her clean up at La Bonne Nuit. There had been some misunderstandings between a Serpent and a Bulldog a couple months ago and, as expected, a punch had been thrown and resulted into a fight. Reggie had been quick to break it up with the help of Sweet Pea, but there was some damages made. Broken glass, blood stains and else. After everyone had left, the raven haired girl had been surprised to see that Sweet Pea was still there, a broomstick in hand, sweeping glass shards from the floor.

That night was also the same night she had invited him over at the Pembrooke - for drinks, she said. Needless to say, not much drinks were drank that night, but a lot of sultry kisses were exchanged as they fell on Veronica's bed.

Smiling at the memory, Veronica put her head on his shoulder as he searched online, the soft burnt red flannel rubbing against her cheek.

''Do you have a costume in mind for Halloween?'' Sweet Pea asked. ''PLease tell me it's not some sexy animal or I'll vomit on your expensive carpet.''

She scrunched her nose. ''My costume is picked. And, don't worry. I'm not think kind of girl, but I'm offended you thought so of me. I'm a Lodge, I have class.''

A low laugh rumbled from Sweet Pea's stomach as he shook his head. ''What is it?''

''It's a secret,'' Veronica proudly informed. ''I think you'll like it.''

Her lips twisted into a confident, malicious smile and Sweet Pea grinned, leaning down to kiss her.

''Consider me intrigued.''

Dressed in her mini dress and feathery black wings, Veronica stood in the middle of La Bonne Nuit, admiring the spooky makeover she and Sweet Pea had given to the place. It was almost unrecognizable under all those spiderwebs, decors and props. She was very proud of their work.

Who knew Sweet Pea was great at decorating?

The stage had been turned into a jail cell with creepy props and strobe lights, the bar was covered in spiderwebs and all glasses had been replaced by halloween themed ones to go with the ambiance.

She had just finished writing down the special menu of the night on the blackboard when her phone screen lit up across the bar. Veronica put her chalk down and went to grab her phone when the lights flickered in the basement, making her frown.

Must be a power overload from all the lights and decors, she assumed. The place is old.

She reached for the device and read the screen: Masked ID. Her frown deepened. Who could this be? Her father? Prisons have masked numbers, right? Why would he call her though?

''Hello?'' she answered, curiosity and confusion in her tone.

No response.

''Hello?'' she repeated.

Still no response.

With a sigh, Veronica hung up, thinking it was some prank à la Scream - kids do that these days - when someone grabbed her from behind, causing her to let out a high pitched scream, her phone dropping on the floor.

Pop was upstairs, running the diner and Veronica was hoping he'd hear her and come down. Being a pacifist, Pop probably wouldn't fight her attacker from lack of defense knowledge, but he could call the cops.

Before Veronica could scream out for help again, any sound she thought of making was muffled by her attackers hand as he held her firmly against his chest.

A red light flashed in the young Lodge's mind, refusing to let whoever was attacking her go without a fight.

Since getting exposed to her father's mobster life, Veronica had learned how to defend and protect herself from possible harm.

She still didn't know how to fire a gun like her mom, but Veronica Lodge was not a damsel in distress. She knew how to fight back, and this was the perfect time to put her knowledge into action.

Rapidly studying her situation, she tried to jab her attacker with her elbows and free herself, causing them to get tangled into some spiderwebs and witch props, startling her attacker for a few seconds before he steadied himself, giving her barely enough time to escape.

She made a run for the stairs, praying that she wouldn't slip in her high heels boots but, just as she was about to reach the first stair, she screamed as a gloved hand pulled her back and pressed her against the wall, giving her full sight of her attacker's cult mask and blue mechanic cover-all.

''What do you want? Let go of me!'' Veronica demanded, voice steady and firm despite how scared she was.

She tried to reach up to remove his mask, but he grabbed her hands and secured them in his fist, preventing her from revealing his identity.

He didn't say anything, he just pressed his body against hers and, for a fraction of second, Veronica thought she was about to get raped. Her heart was beating fast behind her chest, getting flashbacks from her night with Nick St. Clair.

She opened her mouth to scream again, being closer to the door this time and having a better chance for Pop to hear her distress, but her breath caught in her throat, feeling something cool touching her neck. A blade.

Veronica stilled and gulped, terror flashing through her eyes.

A familiar laugh filled the air, giving away the identity of the masked asshole she called her boyfriend. She narrowed her eyes and hit his chest and shoulder, not holding back. ''You're such an asshole, Sweet Pea! Good Lord, never do that again...''

He removed his Michael Myers mask, revealing a big grin. ''You should've seen your face! You looked terrified,'' Sweet Pea pointed, still laughing.

She shouldn't have expected any less of him. He was an horror fanatic, after all. He even dressed up as his favorite slasher protagonist.

Veronica gave him a stern look, raising her arms. ''Of course I was! I thought someone was going to murder me. I had all the rights to be scared.''

Sweet Pea rolled his eyes. ''It wasn't even a real blade...'' She crossed her arms and he sighed, knowing what she was waiting for. ''I'm sorry...that I didn't get this on video.''

She swatted his chest and he pulled her into his hold, going in for a hug of forgiveness, but stopped mid-way, taking notice of her outfit. He had no idea what she was dressed as, maybe some bat or maybe that girl from Black Swan. What he knew was that she looked fucking hot in this fitted dress, hugging her in all the right paces.

Holding her at arm length, Sweet Pea glancing up and down. ''Fuck. You're going to be the death of me, Veronica Lodge,'' the Serpent declared, capturing his bottom lip with his teeth as he ran his hand on Veronica's sides, following the curve of her body.

A fierce grin formed on Veronica's lips, cocking a perfectly plucked eyebrow. She took a step forward and closed the space between them, the tall one's cologne filling her nose. Sweet Pea's breath hitched as he leaned down, following her as she leaned in for a kiss but, just before her lips touched his, she abruptly dodged them, bringing her lips are next to his ear instead.

''I'm warning you,'' she said, her breath blowing on the shell of his ear as she spoke. ''If you take this knife to my bedroom, I'm going to be the one pointing it at you.''

Taking advantage of Sweet Pea's distraction to reach for the fake knife in his back pocket, stepping back to wiggle it between them.

A smirk formed on his lips. ''Noted.''

#sweet vee #riverdaleevents #spooky #seasonal celebrations #sweet pea #sweetvee #sweet pea x veronica #veronica lodge #riverdale prompts

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thepilotanon · 4 years

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Prelude (epilogue)

{masterlist}

warning: mention of war/death.

As expected from a serious character, such as her husband, creating a systematic plan to begin rebuilding the First Order under his rule was going smoothly, much to everyone’s surprise.

Taris was a planet with one sun and two moons, not much of a popular planet hidden within the Outer Rim Territories, but a golden location for the First Order. The planet itself hid an underground academy for officers and future soldiers to hit the high ranks, construction sites and shipyards that aimed to rebuild any kind of military ship to pristine conditions to make it look brand new whenever necessary. So, it was no surprise that, once the Supremacy docked in their reserved lots, that there was a major difference within the few day cycles from the damage done in the Crait system. The large gash of exposed parts of the Supremacy were now sealed and placed under tents for confidential construction - any damages panels and vital rooms were already cleaned and looking brand new with shiny new screens, buttons and sparkling floors.

Taris, on the outside, didn’t look very attractive or would hold civilized parties, but what they do for the military party that they support was the same as serving royalty.

It was even nice of the mechanics and prime minister of Taris to allow higher-ranked officials on the Supremacy to remain onboard, being more comfortable in their own quarters (that weren’t as damaged as originally thought). It was enough to try and house every single stormtrooper, officer, soldier, mechanic and everyone stationed aboard nearby the shipyards, much less make sure all those who were injured from the battle in the Crait System had enough attention and medical services with such short notice. Nova did make sure that she and Kylo (and Hux, using a rather convincing voice and reason) visited the makeshift med-units on Taris and let the stormtroopers know that their new Supreme Leader cared for the ones’ values and efforts that those who serve for his cause. Kylo was willing to admit how refreshing and uplifting it felt to sense how the injured did appreciate their visits and having (very, very little) small talk.

‘Still,’ Nova thought with a fond smile, placing her fallen rock and a couple of Kylo’s scrolls back on their shared shelf, ‘it’s the thought and effort that counts, and he did a good job.’

“I wouldn’t count on doing a good job,” the familiar voice and feel of her husband’s hands slipping around her, pulling her back to his naked chest. “It was you who did the most talking to them.”

Leaning her head back to smile up at him, Nova was rewarded a kiss to her forehead. “You still did a good job. You could tell that they appreciated you visiting them. Remember how many thought how Snoke never did anything like that, and how long they’ve been in service?”

“Mmm.”

Going quiet, Nova turned around in her husband’s arms and pressed her palms to his chest. Kissing between his pectorals and then going on her toes, Nova pressed against his heartbeat and kissed his jaw, bumping her nose against him lovingly while his arms around her tightened to a hug. A soft sigh slipped from him as he mouthed back at her pulse, fingers tangled in her hair, making her shiver in delight and happiness at his affectionate behavior. She really missed being with him and being able to touch him and be with him face-to-face. He was warm and strong, and she missed being able to feel protected and small with him.

She felt safe and loved.

“Will you show me?” he whispered soft, so softly that she thought he was speaking more to himself than to her.

Taking a deep breath, Nova looked down between them while she allowed Kylo to go through her wall, remaining in a physical state with him and held on to him as he straightened up. The hand on the back of her head carefully pulled her face to his chest and Nova willingly hid where his heart was, trying to focus more on her husband than on the memory that still irked her.

“If you are receiving this message from me, as of now, it means that I am dead.”

Kylo stroked Nova’s hair slowly, comfortingly while he focused on the memory of Nova’s past-self appearing emotionless to the hologram, but could feel the immense confusion and panic coming from within his wife. Even now, with her in his arms, he could sense the stress of reliving the memory for him to see, just from the sound of Snoke’s voice. Kylo took a moment to look down to check on her, give the top of her head a reassuring kiss to remind her that he was here with her, all while still listening to the recording. He wanted to ensure that his wife was alright, no matter what. To him, she always came first.

“This is my last Will and Testament, and I expect you, especially for all I’ve done for you, to fulfill my wishes. I am giving the role and title of Supreme Leader to you, as my last order.”

Snapping his gaze up just in time to see Nova use her abilities to destroy the holo-table with a simple blink, her face twisting and twitching with all her negative emotions overflowing from within. Her fears for those she knew and for her husband and how scared she was while the memory dissipated before him, returning them into their quarters.

Carefully pulling back and keeping a hold on her shoulders, Kylo knelt down to her height to see her looking off into nowhere, eyes filled to the brim with unshedding tears. He felt how upset she was, prompting her to never hide her true emotions from him, if she could help it, and held her face with both hands. Once she blinked hard enough for tears to fall, he was gentle to swipe the tracks away with his fingers. His thumbs traced the shape of her cheeks adoringly, having her meet his gaze once she composed herself.

“I don’t ever want that title,” she confessed to him, her voice thick and filled with bitterness directed towards the deceased predecessor of the First Order. “I can’t do it. I don’t want it.”

“I know,” Kylo responded, nodding and keeping her tears from falling down her face. “I know, I understand. You don’t need to take it.”

“Why would he ever want me to take his place? He knows I never wanted to become someone like that. Thinking I never had morals or beliefs, then just make me into something like him.” Nova sniffed and used her hands and wrists to try and wipe away the soreness of her eyes and incoming snot from her nose.

“He made it that I always belonged to him, in the end,” Nova told him, looking down again in shame. “It didn’t matter that I wasn’t… To him, I was still a slave - I was his slave.”

“No, you’re not. You never were his slave, Nova.” Kylo was firm and serious when he told her this, yet she still shook in his hold. He was careful to tilt her tearful eyes up to his and he kept their gaze locked, leaning down and speaking to her, hoping she could understand.

“Nova,” his voice making her skin suddenly burn, “I want you to listen to me, please. He’s dead. I killed him. He no longer has any control of you or me, because I killed him and he is dead now. You saw my memory, didn’t you?”

She nodded, sniffling, as best as she could with her face in his hands squishing her cheeks. “Yes,” she told him.

“Did you know what was going through my mind when I readied to strike him?” he asked her, voice quiet and gentle. All just for his wife. “The whole time, seeming to focus on Snoke and Rey deciding my fate for their own betterment. They claim that they know what my future is suppose to be, but they were all wrong - with everything. Rey thought I would go to her side of war; Snoke thought I would remain his dutiful, obedient student for the rest of my life...and I proved them all wrong.

“All that I could think about - all I cared about was seeing you smile and being alive with me. I didn’t care about Snoke. I didn’t care about Rey. None of them mattered, only you.” Leaning his forehead to lightly touch hers, Kylo closed his eyes and took a deep breath. “Just you. You and I on a new planet you’ve never heard of, on a beach. You see a creature or find a shell, giving me the brightest, most happiest of smiles that makes my chest fill with joy and peace. Just us, no war, no First Order or Resistance hassling the galaxy...all is at peace, and we’re both happy.”

Opening his eyes and leaning back straight, Kylo stroked the curve of her cheek with the back of his fingers, so, so gentle.

“I’m going to make sure that comes true, Nova, not matter what it takes,” he whispered. “I’ll sacrifice myself to make sure you’re happy, if I must, because you deserve that.”

Sniffing, Nova leaned her face into his palm and let her tears fall in a sort of relief in his hold, holding his forearm with both hands. Kylo cradled her face and wrapped his other arm around her to keep her close to him, kissing the tears away just as careful. Keeping her close, he pressed his lips and nose to her hair and kept comforting her, feeling his own anger and hatred to the deceased Master dissipate once Nova nuzzled closer to him, her own sadness disappearing due to how warm and comforting he was.

“I’ll take the title,” he told her gently. “I’ll take it, and rule far better than he could ever have. As long as you’re with me, I can’t ask for anything else as I build a better, safer galaxy for you to live in with me.

“Think of it as being my guide to being the better Supreme Leader, my love.” Nova tilt her head up to look at him curiously, him keeping her close to feel his heartbeat. “You keep me grounded to what is most important. I don’t want to be the leader he was, how unhappy he made you… You won’t be the Supreme Leader, as you wish, but...please, all I ask is for you to be my support, my own queen that can show me how to rule accordingly, and justly.”

Nova blinked when he gazed at her with her own ideas. “A better galaxy, where we can be on the beach together,” she suggested with a small smile, an encouraging one. “And, everyone else can be happy, too, with no war going on, and we can all get along.”

“Is that what you want to happen, at the end of the war? Even with the Resistance, after what they’ve done to us?” Kylo sniffed a bit at her suggestion. “After they’ve killed Phasma, and many other ‘troopers and officers. Of all the struggle and pain you went through in mourning for your fallen friends, Nova…”

Her smile grew more soft, eyes understanding, as she nuzzled into his jaw. “Let the past die,” she said, “for me? There can’t be a future without moving on from the past, Kylo, just when you know that the future is going to be so much better.”

Kylo blinked slowly, taking a long, deep breath before leaning against her. His arms wrapped tightly around her, keeping her close as he pushed his nose and lips into her hair, just under her ear, kissing the spot softly.

Simply giving in, after seeing her point.

“You are right.”

Fun Fact: Taris is a SW canon planet that was in control of the Empire.

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