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vincent-sinclair-deserved-better · 1 year

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I've Got A Secret, I'm Telling Everyone

Don't wanna keep it, I wanna play dumb

Are they being followed? And, if so, by whom? Will the situation escalate?

Characters: Cylas, Lee (still by @kalid-raven ;D)

Words: 2353

Content warnings: Violence, blood, murder (surprise)

dividers by firefly-graphics and silkholland

Lee looked up, checking both the rear-view and side mirror with a serious and focused expression.

“You got an idea who could be following us and why?” he asked, still glancing back and forth between rear-view mirror and street.

They looked over at him, “Well, I mean... it could be random people trying to mess with strangers, or rob them, or... I don’t know if it even makes sense but I guess it could be those assholes from the rest stop? Can’t say for sure though.”

“I was thinking the same thing,” he said with a groan.

Cylas frowned, “You think they’re gonna try anything? Ram the car or try to run us off the road?”

“I don’t know, not sure how far they’d go. They did seem kinda laid back, but...” he shrugged, “That might’ve just been them being unsure how to act, or thinking their friend would be able to handle it.”

“Either way, I hope they grow bored and fuck off soon, don’t need some overly confident and self-assured creeps knowing where I live,” she scoffed, “Especially cause there most likely wouldn’t be much I could do except try and avoid or ignore them.”

“I could let you out early but there’s no guarantee they’ll keep following the car,” he said, frowning while still keeping an eye on the other car, “Serendipity isn’t that big, is it?”

They shook their head, “Nope. If they figure out I live there, it most likely won’t take them long to somehow find me. Even if they don’t find my exact address, it’s difficult to avoid someone around there, especially if that someone is intent on meeting you.”

Cylas and Lee sat in silence for a while, getting closer and closer to the town, before the other car suddenly sped up and drove past them, only to then slam on the brakes and stop in a position that was partly blocking both lanes.

“Ah, fucking hell. Can’t a girl catch a break?” she groaned, letting her head fall back against the headrest with a thud. As predicted, the four men from the gas station got out of the car, slamming the doors with much more force than needed, and her fingers twitched on her thighs. Lee had tensed up as well, watching the men approach.

“What now?” they said, “I don’t exactly like the thought of being trapped in here with those fuckers blocking the door.”

Lee didn’t take his eyes of the men and replied, “I should probably just try to turn and drive back into the other direction. Not worth getting into a fight, especially not four on one.”

“Two,” they corrected before they had time to think about it, “There’s two of us.”

He took a deep breath, slowly loosening his grasp of the steering wheel, “You sure about this?”

They chuckled, “I can’t stand people like them, fucking worthless piles of organic waste. Plus, it’s self-defence, isn’t it?”

“I guess,” he replied, finally glancing over at them, “Where’s your limit?”

She shrugged, “You wanna beat their heads to pulp, be my guest. Just try not to get yourself killed.”

Even though a part of him was trying to tell him that this was a bad idea and way too risky, something about the tone of Cylas’ voice convinced him that they were serious, and the look in their eyes showed pure and honest anger.

“Alright then. You too.”

Out of the corner of her eye, she saw him reach for the flashlight, and then she was out of the car, focus zeroing in on the men approaching her side of the car. One of them was the guy who’d harassed her, his nose already bruising, and they did slow down a little when they saw her get out. She figured that they’d probably expected her to run, or scream, or something – instead she stood still, a smile spreading over her face, and slightly tilted her head. Watching. Waiting.

But then the moment was over and they closed in on her; her former harasser holding a crowbar, the other one what seemed to be a wrench. Not even a screwdriver. People really didn’t seem to get the effectiveness and fun of stabbing someone, just ramming an object into a person’s body and-

Still, she waited, only just so managing to avoid bouncing on her feet.

“Gentlemen,” she said softly, inclining her head toward them. This made the second guy falter again, but bruised-and-possibly-broken-nose dude didn’t hesitate to come straight to her and raise his hand, as if trying to let her see exactly what he planned to do.

However, she dodged out of the way just in the last second, making him stumble. She grinned.

Simultaneously, a groan could be heard from the other side, and she was sure it hadn’t been Lee. Guy number two looked over, but before he could make any move to leave, Cylas had caught up to him punched him in the stomach hard enough to make him fall to his knees. It was funny how the guys that acted so tough always folded easily.

Broken-nose man had apparently caught himself and was, once again, nearing her from behind.

“Come on now mate, this is getting old,” she said, spinning around just in time to sink her blade right into his armpit. The man let out a pretty unmanly scream and dropped the crowbar, instinctively reaching for the wound.

She giggled, “Really shouldn’t give an opponent such an opening, lifting your arm like that, almost asking to have that used against you.”

The man looked at her, bared teeth, eyes burning with pain and hatred. His buddy seemed to have recovered as well, although still wheezing, and she was pretty sure what the man before her would do next. So, she stepped back, despite the action bringing her closer to the other guy. Unsurprisingly, gaze still locked onto her and completely oblivious to anything else, Mr Broken-Nose charged at her – and she side-stepped, causing him to ram straight into his buddy.

“Y’all gotta stop being so predictable for real,” she said in an unsettlingly cheerful voice, before gazing through the car's windows and trying to catch view of Lee. As far as she could tell, he was standing and alright, with only one other man visible and seemingly injured; he wasn’t standing completely straight at least and was holding his side.

She probably should quit messing around as well.

While the two guys on her side were still trying to detangle themselves from each other and get up, cursing and swearing at each other the whole time, Cylas bend down to pick up the crowbar. Had the men looked over, they had gotten the view they had harassed her over earlier. She snorted and turned back around to them, being the one closing in on the harasser this time around. He had managed to get up into a kneeling position, and she decided that that was far enough. Her eyes met the one's of his friend, winking at him, before letting the crowbar collide with the other man’s skull, a satisfying crunching sound rewarding her effort.

Once again, he fell forward, but Cylas caught his shoulder and instead pushed him to the side with ease. His friend, now realising the shitty position he was in, started to crawl back while also trying to push himself up, and she didn’t follow him, instead deciding to step on his knee. Hard. The men screamed, even louder than his friend, and somewhere in the back of her mind she realised that the ‘thwacking’ sound she had heard from Lee’s side had stopped.

However, she had a plan and she’d follow through with it. The man was still wailing, but she didn’t let that distract her; she decisively grabbed his ankle and pulled him back towards his broken-nosed buddy, who was still on the floor, just groaning and looking around with an unfocused gaze. The mean screamed again, calling out for help, apologising and begging for her to let him go. If he was trying to fight back, she didn’t notice, and just unceremoniously dropped him next to the other one, before rolling him onto his stomach and partially pulling him up by the back of his neck. The men were facing each other now, bruised-nose dude trying to keep his eyes on her and his friend, while the man she was holding was sniffling.

She smiled, still, and stepped a little closer, opting to hold the man against her chest instead.

“You wanted something to look at, yeah? Wanted me to show you something?” she asked, eyes locked with the one’s of the man on the floor, who only groaned in response. Not like she’d expected an answer, “I’ll show you something, alright.”

Apparently having grown somewhat used to the pain, or somehow strengthened by adrenaline, the guy that was pressed to her torso started to struggle, and she rolled her eyes, “Okay, if you’re in such a hurry I’ll just get it over with.”

Before he could make another sound, she had pulled her knife again and slowly dragged it across his throat, making sure the blood gushing from the cut was dripping all over her former harasser’s head and chest. He seemingly tried to turn his face away, but his movements were very uncoordinated and sluggish, so he still ended up swallowing quite a lot of it, making him gag and choke.

“Enjoying the view?” she said, grinning, before dropping the other guy’s body right on top of him, “Having fun yet?”

The man just coughed and sputtered, and she got distracted by the feeling of eyes on her. She looked up to see Lee watching her, his hands, lower arms, and shirt covered in blood, along with some splatters in his face. He let his eyes wander over the scene before him, before meeting her gaze, “Well, are you having fun?”

“Um, well,” she began, awkwardly shifting her weight and taking a step back, as if she could hide her involvement in the situation, “Yeah, actually. A good way to get out some frustration. What about you?”

He stared at her for a moment, piercing gaze seemingly analysing her, before he chuckled, “I can’t argue with that. You done there, or...?”

“Just about, yeah. Probably shouldn’t stick around for too long,” she said, crouching down to slit the last man’s throat as well, “All done. You wanna... move the bodies? I got some cleaning stuff and change of clothes in my backpack, but we really should hurry up.”

He nodded, “Yeah, I’ve got some bleach, disinfectant and all that as well, did you touch any of their weapons?”

“The crowbar,” she said, once again grabbing one of the bodies by the ankle, “Wanna just drag them a bit into the forest or the trunk of their car? If anyone comes by, they’ll see the bloodstains anyway.”

“Let’s do the trunk, faster that way, and you’re right, probably doesn’t really matter.”

“Alright then,“ she agreed, heading for the men’s car.

Clean-up was certainly the most annoying part of these situations, but important anyway. Cleaning the weapons and their skin was simple enough, just as getting changed, but Cylas had also left some bloody footprints that they could only attempt to at least roughly remove with water, bleach, and a sponge. They also moved the men’s car to the side of the road, at this time unwilling to waste any more time by taking the long way around.

Back in the car, Cylas sighed, “This might have been a very dumb thing to do.”

“Yep,” Lee agreed without hesitating, “But freeing anyway. Otherwise, I would’ve been walking around with that rage simmering under my skin for the next couple... days. Weeks. Whatever.”

“Same,” they snorted, “I’ll just hope that they made sure no one saw them leave or come after us. Ultimately, police shouldn’t be able to prove what way we went after leaving.”

He nodded, “Yeah, guess we can only wait and see now.”

“I can’t wait to take a shower,” they groaned, before perking up a little, “Oh, I just remembered – do you like chocolate? I got a small box of Celebrations at the gas station and was gonna offer to share, but then these guys... happened.”

“I mean, can’t really say no to chocolate, can I?”

“Any preferences?” she asked, grabbing the plastic bag and trying to undo the messy knot she had made earlier, before giving up and just tearing it.

Lee shrugged, “Dunno. I like Snickers, I guess? But anything will do.”

“Good choice,” she replied, smiling at him, “Let me find one for you.”

The rest of the drive was spent in mostly silence, save for an occasional chocolate bar request. Cylas and Lee agreed that he’d just drop her off by her cabin, he certainly had more personal knowledge about her now than an address, and they decided to exchange phone numbers. Just in case something came up, or so she could maybe share some info she got from Tony.

“Okay, good night then, drive safely and thanks for bringing me home,” she said before closing the door. Lee smiled and waved, and then drove off.

Cylas yawned, and made her way inside, where she was promptly greeted by her cats. While walking towards the bathroom, she pulled out her phone and saw a few messages by Darrell, asking if she was okay.

Well, shit. They hadn’t meant to worry him, but over all the stress and trouble she had completely forgotten to check her phone. And she had been kind of busy as well.

“Hey Dee, sorry I’m only responding now. Got a ride with a nice dude, but had to stop at a gas station basically right before Serendipity, but home now. And more than ready to collapse into bed and pass out. Talk to you later,” she wrote and was just about to hit ‘Send’ when she had another thought, “But I swear on everything, these were some of the longest ten minutes in my life so far.”

@rottent33th @bluecoolr @ace-of-hearts-and-spades @myers-meadow @immortal-velociraptor @solmints-messyocdiary

#oh my gods why is it past 11 pm again #i was supposed to get. stuff done.#anyway #cylas writes #i actually meant to write more other things BUT THEN EVERYTHING ESCALATED and #'I'll just quickly write this short...' like fuck you will #cylas keir #leander harrison #lee harrison #cylas and lee #lee and cylas

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queen-rainy-love · 2 years

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The Pure Lily Family invites the Custard Family to dinner. Its very awkward. Custard Cookie says nothing as the family tries to have small talk or something. Its dessert time and Custard III and Clotted Cream want some, but Custard rudely tells them that they shouldn’t eat sweets. Plus he tells Clotted Cream that he should be going on a diet. The Pure Lily parents says that its okay for them to eat sweets. (The two siblings secretly eat it lol)

Hmmmmm. Interesting idea. I will edit one thing, just cause I did state something in an earlier post.

So let's go.

*One night, after a long, long, LONG three months, the Pure Lily family invites the Custard Family and Vanilla Sugar Cookie for dinner. It's going as well as you think.*

Clotted Cream: So Red Velvet Cookie, how are the Cake Pups doing?

Red Velvet: They're well. Almost old enough to find new homes.

Madeleine: That's too bad. I will miss Knight cuddling with them after a hard mission.

Knight: *trying not to kick Madeleine* Ha ha. Funny.

*silence*

Clotted Cream: My. Wouldn't that be a sight to see. And how about is Ser Espresso Cookie?

Madeleine: He's doing fine. Still a struggle for him to take a break but we're still working on it.

*silence*

Clover: Um... what is the Republic like? I've heard stories about it but I'm curious if that's true.

Clotted Cream: Oh! It's a very beautiful place with amazing views of the sea. Unfortunately, there's not much forest in the Republic but we make it up with our wild sea life.

Madeleine: I can confirm and you have not live until a Jelly Dolphin swam next to you.

Pure Vanilla: That would be amazing. Maybe we should visit one day.

Clotted Cream: That would be amazing. I do hope we can plan it when I come back.

Madeleine: Oh, are you traveling back to the Créme Republic soon?

Clotted Cream: Yes, tomorrow night. I've been gone for just a bit too long.

*Custard III frowns a bit but Clotted Cream pats his head*

White Lily: Well in that case, let me get dessert. We might not see each other for a while, so why not end tonight on a high note? I made my famous chocolate covered jellies.

Custard: That is quite alright. We should be heading to bed for a busy day tomorrow. *Stands up*

Custard III: But dad! Can't we try some?

Custard: No. I don't want you two bouncing off the walls tonight. We need to up bright and early to get things ready.

Vanilla Sugar: Not to mention that we shouldn't really take something from someone with...a past. *Glares at White Lily*

*Red Velvet starts to growl but everyone keeps him at bay*

Clotted Cream: Come now. It would be rude to decline our hosts' generosity. One piece shouldn't hurt.

Custard: After you eating not enough protein for the past few days, I don't thing you need it.

Clotted Cream: But father-

Custard: Unless you can beat me in a fight without your cape, I suggest to stand down.

White Lily: That's enough! *Everyone turns toward her* These two have every right to enjoy what they do. They've done more for Earthbread than you've done in your whole life. And I will not hear another rude thing out of your mouth.

Custard: Bold worlds from the one who started this whole mess.

*White Lily clamps up as Custard and Vanilla Sugar start to leave. Clotted Cream and Custard III follow suit.*

Custard: And don't even think about giving it to them. Financier Cookie will be guarding the door.

*later that night*

*Custard III and Clotted Cream are sitting in their shared guest bedroom, sad/annoyed.*

Custard III: Are you sure we can't go get any? Dad won't know.

Clotted Cream: He might. Financier Cookie is more loyal to him than to me. She will tell him we snuck out. But, *pats Custard III's head* we can get something before I leave for the Crème Republic.

Custard III: That would be nice. *Notices someone outside the window* Hey Clotted Cream. There's someone outside.

*Clotted Cream turns around to see Red Velvet hanging from a ledge with his cake arm while holding something in his cookie arm. He also looks like he's in pain*

Clotted Cream: *quickly opens the windows* *whispers* Are you insane!? You know you could hurt yourself!

Red Velvet: *whispers* I know, but mother couldn't stand knowing that you two didn't try this dessert.

*Red Velvet hands the box of chocolate-covered jellies. Custard III is about to grab one but Clotted Cream stops him*

Clotted Cream: *Whispers* But what if father finds out?

Red Velvet: *whispers* I doubt he would go into the kitchen to check.

*Clotted Cream smiles and the rest of the night is spent the three eating the dessert*

#cookie run kingdom #crk headcanons #red velvet cookie #madeleine cookie #knight cookie #clover cookie #pure vanilla cookie #clotted cream cookie #custard cookie the third #white lily cookie #custard cookie #vanilla sugar cookie

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cosmicdreamt · 1 year

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Excerpt from Chapter 2: Waxing crescent - The Emperor and The Star

Chapter 1 || Chapter 2 || Chapter 3 || Chapter 4 || Chapter 5 || Chapter 6 || Chapter 7 || Chapter 8 || Chapter 9 || Chapter 10 || Chapter 11

She manages to fall asleep, she knows since she felt herself drifting away the same way she always does, but once more does she find herself in another vivid dream. Instantly she noted a few things.

One, she’s aware this is her own dream but not located within her Dreamscape. She doesn’t feel the safety and comfort that comes with being in that space, but it still feels too familiar to be the mind of someone else. She’s also not dressed in her vaguely magical girl-esque attire she was originally confused about being in when she had her first summoning. She’s noticed those clothes are reserved for when she’s in the mind of others, though she’s unsure if they have their own special properties to deal with that situation or what.

Two, she’s in a very dark, rainy, and foggy environment….void? It’s hard to tell. All she knows is she’s wet, she’s cold, and there are absolutely zero details of anything to be found in this fog.

Three, the only reason the logical side of her brain is able to scan and examine her surroundings is because she’s reached an emotional state where she’s feeling so much she’s shut down. She feels numb but she feels bad. Her heart is pounding and breath stuttering but she has no motivation to get up and move in any way. She’d rather just stay where she is, lay down and let the darkness consume her so this pain will finally end.

Mari.

The sound of one of her nicknames being called catches her off guard. She feels like her fight or flight was activated but more in the sense of she needed to find the source immediately.

Mari.

There it was again.

“¿Papá?” Comes her weak voice. All her energy was put into finally standing up and looking around. She’s certain now that’s who’s calling her and she wants so desperately to see him again even if just in a dream.

Hopefully that’s what this is.

Her name gets called more frequently and she listens as best she can to find where she needs to go. Her running becomes more frantic the louder it gets, warm tears mixing with cold rain until finally she starts to see the shape of something tall and rectangular.

A door.

She only stops after nearly slamming herself against it, pressing her ear against the surface in hopes of hearing his voice behind it.

And once she does she bursts through it, now inside the warmth of her old home in New Jersey during a time when things were better.

“¡Hija! There you are. You shouldn’t play out in the rain for too long, you're gonna catch a cold.”

Hands clasped over her mouth as she fell to her knees. She can’t keep her eyes open any longer; it stings and burns regardless but having them shut tight helps just a little bit. All that she’s become now is a sobbing ball before the figure of her late father that she hasn’t heard welcome her so warmly back home in a few years now.

She missed him so much.

“¡Lo siento, papá! Don’t worry, the rain won’t get me sick. It’s just a natural shower, and it’s warm today!”

Neff was just barely able to hear the voice of her younger self as she hurried in and accepted the towel, wrapping it over her head and around her tiny frame. Her father squats down to help his child dry herself off before scooping her up in his arms in a little towel burrito.

“You’re not even five yet and already teaching me new things. I forget how much more open minded and understanding the thoughts of a child are compared to adults. We always end up forgetting about the magic we see in the world. Don’t lose yours, okay? No matter what happens when you grow up, hold onto that vision, alright?”

“But papá, didn’t agilisi tell me I’m made of magic anyway? I don’t think that’ll be possible for me.”

“You do have a point there.” He smiles, but older Neff recognizes it’s sad while her younger vision is none-the-wiser. He holds the little one close before continuing on to explain. “Even with you being as magical as you are, there will be things in the world that will test you. They’ll try their very hardest to wear you down and get you to give up on everything good in the world. I don’t know why…but they do. So be the smart girl I know you are and keep your eyes and ears peeled for when you think that may be happening, you understand?”

Little Neff tilts her head, a habit that clearly made its way into adulthood, but then she gives a singular solid nod.

“Okay! I think I understand. You’re telling me to trust my gut like agitsi’s side of the family have been teaching me, right?”

“That’s my smart girl. They’re right. Trust your gut and you’ll survive the best in this world.”

Reliving this moment in particular makes Neff’s heart even more heavy than it already was. He was such a good man supporting his young girl before she was old enough to understand how the world truly worked. He tried so hard to tell her to be strong…and in the end she failed him, didn’t she? In the end she let the world wear her down to the point she almost succeeded in taking her own life…

She thinks of how much she must have disappointed him, then, how sad he would have been if it worked out…and how him being gone now must be her punishment for having put him through so much unnecessary hell in the first place.

The memory of him walks away through a door and causes her to panic. Wait! Please! Let her see him for just a little while longer! Her fear dissipates when she follows through said door and into another memory instead.

#⋡☆《drabbles》—how is a raven like a writing desk

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musekicker · 10 months

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a games galaxy one sided Mandarin/Antauri thing. Abuse and one sided relationships in the drabble under the read more.

Antauri had managed to get hold of a energy blade. Getting it had actually been a lot simpler then it really should had been around Mandarin. But then, he had been pretty distracted talking about some games master matter with Myst. It was a small thing that Antauri was thankful Myst had not brought Sprx along with him this time. Seeing his team mate being nothing like himself and at Myst's beck and call was tough.

Myst being there was never fun honestly. But this time his presence had worked out for Antauri.

So now he had a energy blade and the first moment he had been left alone Antauri took to trying to get the collar off. He remembered Mandarin mentioning that there was a tracking feature in the thing. To have his actions tracked would make escape a even harder feat.

There was also the fact that he just hated the sight of it around his neck. Maybe a less escape plan logic reason but the urge to just get this thing off of his neck was a strong one. He had to remind himself to be careful when sawing at the collar he was so eager to get it off.

This became harder to keep in mind after he had been sawing away at the collar for the last twenty minutes. No signs of any cuts on the collar. Not even a scratch on the metal.

The fact that there was not even scratch on it all after sawing all this time was worrying Antauri. And looking at the still intact collar brought a sense of how final it had felt when the ends of it had melded together.

He shook his head. No, he could not allow himself to fall into despair. Not just for himself but for the others. If he gave up now, then Mandarin would win. That just could not happen.

Antauri sighed and moved to bring the energy blade up to the collar again. Maybe if he kept the blade on the collar longer..

"I told you that it can't be cut off." Mandarin said from behind Antauri.

Antauri didn't say a thing. He just smoothly turned about, attempting to stab Mandarin with the energy blade that moments ago had been at the collar. Mandarin did not seem to be shocked by the attempt to stab him. Antauri had the sense Mandarin would had been disappointed if Antauri had not tried.

Mandarin moved back, quick but not quickly enough that Antauri could not see. Antauri bared his teeth and avoided Mandarin's attack with his tail before making a forward swipe with the blade towards Mandarin. The orange monkey avoided the blade again but it did give Antauri the chance to move away from the wall and have more space as he went forward.

Now the two turned around quick to face each other, both baring their teeth.

"That wasn't a wise idea." Mandarin said. "Now give me the blade."

"No." Antauri said, his voice had a bit of steel edge to it.

"What do you even think you'll do with it?" Mandarin asked.

"I can think of a few things I'd love to do with it now." Antauri said.

Mandarin rolled his eyes.

"Come now, Antauri. You're being a fool." Mandarin said.

Antauri was starting to hate how Mandarin would talk about his attempts to fight back as if they were just small, not needed out bursts. As if Antauri was childish for trying to fight for his freedom.

Mandarin continued.

"Even if you do manage to hurt or kill me, you would have to get past security. And if you get by that, you would never dare leave without your precious team mates. And with how scattered they are through the games galaxy, I doubt you'll find and free them all." Mandarin said.

Antauri still did not drop the blade.

"You have no plan." Mandarin said.

"You have no way of knowing that." Antauri said.

Mandarin smirked.

"Oh please Antauri, If you did have one you would had enacted it by now." Mandarin said.

"Perhaps I'm merely being patient. Waiting to learn what I can before I make my move." Antauri said.

"There's a difference between being patient and knowing that you're trapped." Mandarin said.

Antauri would not admit to Mandarin how close to the truth he was. He had no plan. Nothing other then wait and observe. It was something that he was good at. But it was a lot harder to keep convincing himself that this would eventually lead to him getting free. Or that any sort of rescue was coming.

"Put it down. Be a good pet." Mandarin said.

That was it. The thing that made Antauri snap just a bit. Before he knew he was doing it he was lunging at Mandarin, trying to stab him for the second time. Mandarin just smirked.

Too late Antauri realized that Mandarin had been goading him into action, into getting closer to Mandarin. And this time Antauri's attack went a lot worse then the first one. Not even a minute in and Mandarin got ahold of Antauri's arm and twisted it to a angle that made the silver monkey yelp. The blade was dropped from Antauri's hand and hit the carpet.

Mandarin picked up the dropped energy blade and stored it back into a pocket. Antauri glared as Mandarin then walked towards Antauri in a calm way that suggested he did not see the other monkey as a threat. Which Antauri was starting to realize in this situation he was less of a threat then he would like to be against Mandarin.

Mandarin grinned big then, in a way that Antauri was not sure if it was a threat or just pleased. It might had been both.

"It's sinking in, isn't it? That you can't defeat me here. That you can't stop me from doing whatever it is I wish." Mandarin said.

Antauri scowled

"I will have to keep a better eye on you apparently. Don't want to have to go through this again." Mandarin said. "Giving you this sense of false hope."

"I'm not going to stop fighting you." Antauri said.

The laugh that came from Mandarin did nothing to make Antauri feel any stronger or sure of himself.

"Whatever you want to tell yourself to feel better. I promise you though, that denial will not last forever." Mandarin said.

Then to Antauri's relief, Mandarin left the room then. Though with the knife. Getting a hold of another weapon of any kind was going to be much harder now.

Feeling just a bit tired but not daring to admit to hopelessness, Antauri wandered back over to the mirror and just looked at himself in the mirror again. And at the collar that he was starting to think would never leave his neck.

#srmthfg #mantauri

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starcchild · 1 year

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[tarnishedxknight] "Carter, may we speak for a moment?" Basch was a little nervous. What would he do if she told him to cut off all ties to Ashelia? He couldn't do that, not when he was the only other person from their time whom she had to relate to. Not after all the years they'd known each other. And not after her father had personally asked Basch to protect her, especially if he were to fall. But he also had duties to Carter as well, and if his friendship with Ashelia was upsetting her, he would have no choice but to end it. The last thing he wanted was to hurt either of them, but in this case, Carter must take precedence. "Some have insinuated that my friendship with Ashelia is inappropriate, that it is disrespectful to you. That was never my intention, and I would never be unfaithful to you, but I take the accusation very seriously. Do you feel it is inappropriate? Am I hurting you with it?" he asked, ready to do whatever was necessary to sort out this potentially messy situation.

@tarnishedxknight

Carter's gaze brightened as Basch entered her room, and she quickly sat up in her desk chair - having been hunched over her computer as she worked on... whatever number attempt of her essay draft she was on. But... her smile faded when she realized just how nervous he looked, and she quickly stood up. Her heart missing a beat as he asked if they could speak, and she did her best to fight off the swell of panicked questions in her mind before they could get the best of her.

"Of- of course we can." She shut the door behind him to give them more privacy, and turned her attention back to him. Focus only on him as she crossed her arms loosely over her chest. "What's... what's go-going on, love?" Her stomach twisted in nervous knots, and she did her best to keep her breathing steady despite the way her heart picked up its pace. Had something happened? Was he okay? Was--

However, she could not brace herself for what he actually said, and she paused - her mind going blank.

What?

"They're- they're what? That's not--"

With a deep breath, Carter took Basch's hands in hers, and gave them a reassuring squeeze - her baffled gaze softening as she offered a gentle smile. As she did her best to shove down the frustration bubbling in her chest. She didn't blame him - it wasn't him she was frustrated with, but... at whoever it was that decided to confront him about a nonexistent problem. In her eyes, there was nothing for her to worry about, and seeing him so nervous...

Her heart ached. It was clear to her how much it was bothering him, and she only hoped she could help soothe his fears.

"You're- you're not hurting me," she said gently, and squeezed his hands again. "And I- I don't think your re-relationship with Ashelia is- is ina-inappropriate. Basch, I- I trust you, and I- I know you'd nev-never cheat on me. If- if I- I had a problem with- with it, I'd- I'd say something - I- I promise. But I- I don't, and I- I don't want you to- to feel like you're hurt-hurting me by staying close to- to her."

Carter then leaned up to kiss his cheek, and she canted her head slightly as she pulled back. "I- I love you, Basch, and I- I really do trust- trust you. Ashelia is a- is a wonderful person, and I- I truly don't have any- any problems with how clo-close you two are." But... her brows furrowed, and her smile faltered. If someone felt the need to insinuate such behavior between Basch and Ashelia... was something being said about how close she was to Mikey and her other friends? They had boundaries with each other, but...

"Since... since we're- we're talking a-about this," she said slowly, "I- I want you to- to know you can tell- tell me if you're- you're ever un-uncomfortable with my re-relationship with any of my- my friends, okay?" She smiled again, but she still looked worried. "I- I hope you know I'd- I'd never be un-unfaithful to you, either, but I- I know what's been a-assumed in the past with- with me and Mikey, at- at least, and I- I don't want you to- to feel like you can't- can't talk to me a-about it. I- I love you, and I- I don't want to- to hurt you, either."

#tarnishedxknight #s; and i found love where it wasn't supposed to be / carter & basch / tarnishedxknight #asks #v; starry eyed dreamer #v; into the multiverse

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Aaaaaaand we’re back! It’s been a little bit since I last updated, but I’ve finally finished the next chapter of Waking Nightmares! I’m happy I took a break, because I needed it, but I’m also happy to get back to working on it. Even if this chapter was a bit of a pain in the ass. I had to rewrite certain sections multiple times. But ultimately, I think I’m satisfied with how it turned out.

But anyways, let’s get into it. Hope you all enjoy!

Waking Nightmares masterlist here.

Waking Nightmares: Chapter 7

Rating: Mature, SFW

Word count: 4,942

Content warnings: Stalking, obsession, violence, manhandling, possessiveness

POV: Freddy Krueger

She was no Heather, but she certainly knew how to put up a fight.

And I always did enjoy the ones who fought back. The ones who showed a little teeth, who had a little bite as well as bark. It made things more interesting, and the kill all the more satisfying. After all, what was the point if they just gave in? What was the point if they didn't desperately try to escape the inevitable and shove back that rush of fear - only to realize, in their final moments, that they never could have stopped this? I always got them in the end. Nancy. Kincaid. Joey. Kristen. So many more.

But no matter how hard they fought, there was only one way the story ended – with their blood painting the walls.

Heather was the one that got away. Her and her brat. But Heather was the more important of the two, and the ultimate prize.

But I'll admit, my new storyteller had captured my interest. Her train wreck of a relationship with her ex was always fun to watch. So much left unsaid, so much I didn't know and hadn't had the power to find the answers to. I wanted to know. What skeletons hid in her closet? What ghosts haunted her? I was curious.

And it'd been a fun little moment when she'd grabbed the knife. Any reasonable person would've run, maybe even hid. Hell, she even could've frozen like a deer caught in headlights.

But no... she'd grabbed that knife with ease and familiarity. Not a spark of hesitation.

And that intrigued me.

Aside from that, she’d done the usual song and dance. Confusion, fear, denial, resisting sleep and gaslighting herself into thinking I was a figment of her imagination. Using caffeine as a crutch. The desperate effort and resulting burnout. Trying so hard, so valiantly. I'd seen it all before. And like all the others before her, she’d eventually started to break. And it’d been so good to see her little world crumble around her. To see her squirm and break more and more, all while scrambling to regain any control of her life.

Not that it helped.

Even the one thing she did control, her own stories, where she got to play god, weren’t hers anymore. They were mine.

A feast of storytelling and creativity, an invitation that I couldn’t resist.

Her storytelling, her dreams, her waking moments, her mind. It all belonged to me now.

The world was my stage, and she was my willfully ignorant puppet.

It had been fun. Viscerally satisfying. A return to form, a chance to flex my claws and bend her mind and build myself back up.

She’d been interesting enough that I’d debated letting her live a little longer. Let her continue to suffer and drive herself insane with exhaustion. Where would it lead? Would it make her grab that knife again - and use it this time? The temptation burned inside of me. It urged me to unravel her mind into ribbons and see every dirty secret she kept hidden there and use them against her. Turn every waking and sleeping moment into a personally tailored hell. Let her drown in her own misery and horror before finally letting her see my face, see that I'd been the cause of all this, and splitting her wide open. And then consuming what was left of her mind and soul.

It was tempting. Very tempting.

But, at the end of the day…

She was a means to an end.

Each night since following her home, I’d gorged myself on her storytelling. And each night, I’d grown stronger. I’d been able to take a step closer to her, to reality. I’d melded her mind how I'd pleased and watched her tremble in fear and try to stop the inevitable. To stop me.

She thought she was the main character, but she was just a footnote in the story. I had my sights on someone else. Someone more promising, more rewarding, more important.

Heather.

Roxy meant nothing in the end.

And so. Here we were.

Tonight wasn’t the night for games – I’d had my fill of those for now. I’d had my fill of her and her sweet, cloying creativity. Now I was strong enough.

I pulled her into a dream the moment she collapsed, head and shoulders dropping as she slumped over the kitchen table. She’d been running on the brink of exhaustion for days. It’d only been a matter of time before sleep caught up to her. And before I caught up to her.

It was a simple dream, nothing fancy. The same dream as always, her bedroom with its dull blue walls and unremarkable black-and-white furniture. Me in the corner, her curled up with the covers pulled over her head. As if to hide, as if it would help.

Cute.

I took a step forward.

“Nine.”

I extended my hand, flexing my fingers and clicking the blades together. The urge, the craving to sink them into her body and feel skin and muscle and viscera tear beneath them, to feel the warm gush of blood pool around my fingers… I felt almost giddy as I approached her.

“Ten.”

How would she die? Would she fight with the same vigor as when she’d grabbed the knife from the kitchen and prowled around her home? Would she give in, the nonstop exhaustion and paranoia finally breaking her? What little noises could I coax out from her – a whimper, a sob, a scream? Would she look at me in fear or shock, or even rage?

How would my storyteller’s story end?

I stopped by the side of her bed, running a finger along the soft covers before curling them into the fabric. The lump of her body remained still and silent. Paralyzed in fear? Lying in wait? We were about to see.

“Never sleep again!”

I tore the covers away and flung my hand back to plunge the claws into her body –

She wasn’t there.

The bed was empty.

What.

That wasn't right. That wasn't how this worked. That couldn't -

What???

I whipped around, half expecting her to be standing behind me with a knife in hand. Because wouldn't that be ironic, wouldn't that be so fitting of her? To turn the knife on me at the very last second?

But no. She wasn't behind me.

I threw the closet door open. Not there. I shoved the clothes aside, too. Nothing.

She wasn't here.

She wasn't in the dream.

That shouldn't have been possible.

She was in the dreamworld. I could feel her – her presence was like a small flame, so easy to snuff out but still enough to burn. But she wasn't in this dream, the dream I'd created. She was somewhere else.

Her mind was somewhere else.

Where the hell was her mind?

I furiously grabbed a pillow, ripping through the fabric as I hurled it across the room. It spewed feathers as it went. I flung the second pillow away, too, and clawed the mattress open. There was nothing but fluff as I knelt on the bed and pawed through its innards.

"No... no."

I'd waited this long, I'd sown the seeds of fear so perfectly. And all for what? She was gone, she'd slipped through my fingers at the last moment.

"NO!" I punched my blades into the fabric and tore, sending fluff and feathers flying through the air. A poor substitute for flesh and bone. A hollow gesture. I sat there, braced on hands and knees, staring at the shredded mattress.

This had never fucking happened before. Not once in the time I'd been doing this, not once during my time in this form, in the dreamworld, had this fucking happened. Not even with Nancy or Kristen, and they'd known how to manipulate their dreams. Roxy didn't know how to do that, she couldn't have, and yet she'd still somehow slipped away.

The bitch.

I whirled back around, casting another glare around the room. Empty, empty, empty, not even that damn cat was here. I could feel him awake and prowling somewhere in the house. And even though I could sense Roxy, I couldn’t fucking figure out where she fucking was.

“Where is your mind, Roxy?” I hissed.

And as if in answer... a distant shout.

Female. Pained. Afraid.

Similar to the ones I'd heard a hundred times before.

I shoved off the bed, coming around to the doorway. In her house, it led to a hallway, and down the hallway was a second bedroom used as a storage closet and the stairs. I knew that. I’d made the dream to be the same.

But when I peered out the door, the hallway was… much longer than it should’ve been. Much longer than it was. Much longer than I’d made it. It stretched on further than I could see, fading into darkness.

It was creepy. Something I'd probably create.

But I hadn’t been the one to do it.

I frowned and peered down the fabric of the dreamscape to see what was at the end.

... I... couldn't?

I couldn't. Something was blocking me. Something was keeping me from peering down that path, like a curtain pulled across a window. And it was a curtain I didn't know how to remove. I'd never had to before. No one else knew how to manipulate the dreamworld to that extent.

Again. This had never happened before.

What the fuck was happening?!

And why tonight of all goddamn nights? Why the night I'd decided to finally kill her and move on?

Of all fucking nights why did it have to be this one?

I dug my claws into the doorframe and slowly dragged down, splintering the wood.

There was no way that fucking bitch had figured out how to lucid dream. It was the only possible explanation for this, but it didn't make sense. If she could lucid dream, she would've done it by now. And if she'd taught herself, I would've seen her, as I'd seen every little thing she did while I'd been attached to her.

Something was going on, but I doubted it was her. It wasn't me, either.

What option did that leave?

Another scream rang out.

Sure sounded like a nightmare to me.

I started down the hall. I tried looking through the dreamscape again, tried to part that curtain, but I might as well have been scraping my claws against the glass from outside. Whatever was blocking me was still there. And it wasn't moving.

Roxy might not have been the cause of this, but she was certainly going to be the one to suffer for it. I'd been delayed long enough.

Heather was waiting. That's when the real fun started.

...If this hall ever ended.

It kept going. Dark and endless, not a sound accept for my own echoing footfalls and the creak of wood. And the occasional shuffle and shout from the distance.

What was she up to? I wondered. And how could I make it worse?

As I walked, the dream shifted. Wood became concrete and metal. The cold of her home became hot and damp and oppressive. Somewhere in the distance, fire crackled and steam hissed, punctuated by the occasional crash and rattle of metal. The pitch-black darkness became a dull, dirty yellow light. Grime-covered pipes lined the walls, and steam obscured the hallway further down. Every intake of breath scraped with ash and smoke.

It was unexpectedly familiar... and yet foreign. It had me walking more carefully than I liked to admit.

I couldn't deny how familiar this was. How very me it was.

It was... odd.

A startled shriek tore through the air, and excitement jolted through me at the familiar sound. But the following scuffling made me hesitate, as did the harsh words from a voice I didn't recognize.

Something cold and unpleasant settled inside of me. What kind of nightmare was this? Something so close to what I would do, yet somehow... wrong. Twisted, but not by my own hand. As if someone had been picking around my mind instead, and had pulled out all the necessary set pieces.

"Roxy, Roxy, what trouble have you been up to without me?" I murmured.

Another shout bounced off the walls - this one angry and pained. Followed immediately by scuffling and a crash.

Well that was interesting.

I pulled the dream around me and hid the sound of my arrival.

"You're lucky I didn't do worse." Now there was the voice I recognized, angry and sharp and spat out through clenched teeth. A pretty voice that sounded even prettier screaming. My little storyteller.

The steam cleared away all too suddenly. I stopped dead in my tracks.

There she was, thrown up against the wall, pipes bent around her body. Curly pink hair wild and clinging to her face, round glasses miraculously still perched on her nose. Her skin shined with sweat, and blood dripped down her face from a gash. And despite her position, she looked furious, teeth bared in a snarl and body tensed as if about to pounce. Fighter till the end, huh?

But as nice of a sight as it was, it's not what made me stop. That's not what had that cold, heavy thing inside of me turning sharp and bitter and angry.

No, that would be because of the little shit pinning her in place.

Even with his back to me, I recognized him. How couldn't I? I recognized the dirty brown hat and the gleaming claws and the flash of red and green fabric.

And more than that, I recognized what he was. I could feel him, the same way I could feel Roxy. But he felt completely different from her, and more familiar than I liked.

How the hell hadn't I noticed him before? How come I hadn't sensed him as soon as I'd stepped into the dreamworld? Or even before that?

And why.

Was.

He.

ME.

And why did he have Roxy by the throat, why was he the one leaning in as if to kiss her and say, "Worse? Oh I'll show you worse." Why was he the one bringing his claws back to claim her life, why was he the one who'd now painted a look of terror across her face?

Why was he wearing MY skin and taking MY victim?

The words left my mouth easily. "Don't you know it's rude to play with other people's toys?"

They both froze. Roxy's gaze flicked away from him to lock eyes with me. Recognition flickered across her face - along with a slew of other emotions, too quick to name but still familiar. She knew who I was. Both to the world and to her. I grinned, tipping my hat at her in greeting. Yes, I'm exactly who you think I am. I'm the story, the nightmare, your personal hell. Nice to finally meet you, Little Miss Love.

The imposter pinning her to the wall twisted his head over his shoulder, just enough that I could glimpse scarred, greasy skin. It was enough confirmation to make my blood boil.

Looked like I wasn't the only one to slip into this world and claim the title of "Freddy Krueger."

The thieving little bitch.

I pointed a claw at him. "I think you have something that belongs to me," I snarled.

He dropped her and spun around, ragged excuse for a coat swirling around him. Because fuck he did have a damn coat, just like the fucking trench coat I wore now. And he had the hat, the sweater, and even if he didn't have the fucking glove, the blades piercing through his fingertips were enough.

All so me, so unmistakably me.

He hummed, a low rattling noise that grated on my nerves. “Do I now?” he rasped. He even sounded wrong. “If anything, I’d say you’ve got somethin that belongs to me.”

I had to laugh. “I was here long time before you. I’ve had a claim to this face, this story, and this world for decades.”

He eyed me disdainfully, as if he’d found a particularly annoying bug. “I don’t think so.” He flicked a single claw out, gesturing to the hall and pipes around us. “This is my dream, after all. And this face was up for grabs.”

And that was the little problem here, wasn’t it? The unanswered question on my mind – and probably his, too. Even if the face was wrong, the voice was wrong, the dream and everything else was wrong, it was obvious who he was meant to be. A twisted facsimile of me.

How could he have the guise of Freddy Krueger, as crude as it was, while I still wore it?

This wasn't possible. This wasn't how it worked.

I knew it. He knew it.

And yet here we both were.

Once again - how the fuck was this happening?

I tilted my head at him the same moment he did – and stopped when he did the same. He narrowed his eyes at me, as if I’d been the one to mirror him, the little fuck. We stepped forward at the same time, too. And stopped instantly. Irritation flared through me, and I bared my teeth at him. “Stop it.”

“I’m not fuckin doing anything,” he spat, mangled face twisting into a sneer.

This time, when I stepped forward and flexed my claws, he stayed where he was and squared his bony shoulders. As if trying to puff up his scrawny frame and make himself seem scarier. Cute. But my patience was running very thin. “How did you get here, and just who the hell do you think you are?”

“I could ask you the same thing.”

“I asked first.” I took another step forward, clicking my blades threateningly. “Don’t make me carve the answer out of you.”

“I’ve been here for years. I was the only one for years,” he snarled. He scissored his claws together, scraping them in a way that had me itching to remove his hand. “You didn’t exist here until a few weeks ago – I woulda sensed you before. And I only just found you because of her.” Roxy hadn’t moved since he’d dropped her, slumped over with her face cast down, as if unconscious. But when he reached his other hand out and brushed his filthy fingers against her hair, I could’ve sworn she twitched. Just slightly. A flinch.

Maybe I’d remove that hand instead.

Because if she was going to be afraid of anyone, it was going to be me.

“This was all free for the taking.” This time he stepped forward, obnoxiously scraping his claws again. “And from the looks of it, you know exactly who the fuck I am. Now who the fuck are you?”

I spread my arms and gave him a mock-bow. “I’m the original nightmare.”

“And I’m the new one.” He spread his stance, stepping in front of Roxy as he did so. “You shouldn’t exist. Not when I’ve claimed all this as mine.”

“Yours?” I would’ve laughed if it hadn’t made me seethe. “Yours? I tried to cross over decades ago, long before whenever you decided to crawl into this world. I’ve been Freddy Krueger since the beginning, maggot. From the moment good old Wes put pen to paper and dreamt up a nightmare to the moment Heather and her brat left me for dead. Nothing here is yours. This is my world, and these are my children, my victims, mine.” I flung a hand at Roxy’s limp form. “She’s mine.” I stalked forward and relished in the fear in his eyes as I scraped my claws against the pipes.

“You’re just a wannabe.”

His lips peeled back with contempt, body tensing as if about to pounce.

And then Roxy snapped a leg out, foot hitting the back of his knee and he crashed to the floor. She shot to her feet and ran full-tilt down the hall. Just as quickly, the pipes exploded from the walls and tangled with a bone-rattling shriek. Roxy slammed into the wall before she could stop herself, twisting to collide shoulder-first. She collapsed with a groan of pain.

It would’ve been entertaining if the imposter wasn’t grabbing her by the hair and yanking her upwards. He flicked his claws out. Anger burned though my chest.

“We’ll see about that,” the imposter hissed, tearing his gaze away from me as he went for the kill.

My kill.

I snapped the dreamscape apart, and instantly, the floor melted under Roxy like wax. She plunged downwards out of the imposter’s grasp. I only caught a glimpse of their shocked expressions before I was reaching out to catch her as she dropped through the hole that had melted through the ceiling. She landed in my arms with a startled noise.

I flashed her a quick grin. Then I shoved her away, sending her stumbling. I threw myself back from the imposter as his claws slashed through the air. When he swung again, I grabbed his wrist and twisted around, pulling him with me and sending him crashing into the wall. Satisfaction curled in my gut as I grabbed him by the neck. He let out a choked noise, eyes widening, free hand clawing at my fingers.

“Let me put you in your place, maggot.” I drew my claws back.

This was nothing but a distraction, an unexpected annoying distraction –

Pain exploded through my body. I stumbled back, dropping him and crumpling in on instinct as a wheeze was forced out. My insides vibrated with the force of the hit.

The fucker kicked me –

He slashed his claws across my face. Blood obscured my vision. I rubbed at my eyes, rapidly blinking to clear the blood before I turned to see him heading for Roxy.

She was completely fucking defenseless.

Well wasn’t this ironic?

I sprang to my feet and grabbed a fistful of his ratty coat. He instantly twisted and tore himself away, slashing downwards with growl. I slashed up at the same time. Metal clashed as our claws hit and bounced off each other. I snapped a hand out and grabbed him by the collar of his mockingly familiar sweater, yanking him forward as I planted a boot in his gut. Bone cracked and the air whooshed out of him. He hit the ground.

His claws pierced my calf, sending pain shooting up my leg. I clamped my teeth down to keep from yelling. He yanked and the hallway tilted around me. I slammed into the concrete floor. This time I couldn't quite stop the groan of pain.

He sprang on top of me, claws flashing as he stabbed. I grabbed his wrist with both hands and twisted, twisted until his body had to twist with his arm and his weight lifted and I shoved him off, rolling on top to pin him to the ground.

I wagged a claw at him. “Ah-ah, me first."

Bone snapped and crackled. A fresh set of talons split through the fingertips of his other hand, and he jabbed. I lurched back. He used the momentum to swing back on top. I used the momentum to swing him back fucking off.

We rolled across the ground like animals. A messy tangle of limbs and claws and snarling teeth, desperately trying to stay on top and draw as much blood as possible with every stab and cut. The floor was slickened with blood. Our fingers and hands were sticky with it as we tore at each other.

I twisted as he stabbed at my ribs, claws glancing off. His other set of claws plunged into my shoulder. Agony speared through me. I sank teeth into his nearby arm, biting down until bitter, acrid blood burst into my mouth. He screamed in pain and ripped away, skin tearing and spraying blood as he shoved off of me and onto his feet. I rolled onto my hands and knees, spitting the skin and blood out with a grimace.

Unpleasant, but it did the job.

He clutched his forearm as black blood poured from the wound and stained the red-and-green fabric. He snarled at me, eyes glittering with fury and pain. “You fucking–”

A broken pipe slammed into his jaw, sending him spinning as Roxy wound back up to hit him again. He whirled back around just as the pipe came down. He grabbed it with both hands and ripped it away to kick her, knocking her down. He clambered on top of her and raised his claws.

I surged forwards, claws swinging. He spun, one set of claws meeting mine while the other aimed up and stabbed through my stomach. I choked. He shoved me away and spun back around again, claws sweeping through the air. They tore through Roxy’s forearm, breaking flesh and spilling blood. She cried out in pain.

Anger seared through me.

How dare he fucking touch her, how dare he make me look like a fucking amateur, how dare he fucking interrupt all of this.

It was viscerally satisfying to sink my claws into his back and feel them pierce through his spine, feel the blood gush out against my hand. To hear the pained yell and startled jerk of his body as I tore muscle and meat and viscera. Ichor spilled down my wrist, soaking my sleeve. I twisted the blades, relishing in the agonized noise he made.

“I’ve been doing this a long time, maggot,” I growled into his mangled ear. “You really think this is all it’ll take to top me?”

I tossed him out of the way like the trash he was, out of the way of her, and met her wide-eyed gaze. Her eyes brimmed with tears of pain as she clutched her forearm in a poor attempt to stop the blood from seeping between her fingers.

“Wake up!” I barked. “You’re bleeding!”

The look she gave me, halfway between startled and furious, as if she somehow still had the audacity to be furious at all this, burned against my skin. She snapped open her mouth as if to retort – and then her form blurred, snapped, then disappeared altogether. I felt her slip out of the dreamworld.

She was awake. Safe for now.

From me.

And from him.

I turned back around.

He was gone, too.

The imposter had fucking cut and run. Scuttled off like a cockroach once the lights were flicked on.

I stood there, alone in the hallway, the noises of whatever fucked-up boiler room he’d created echoing in the distance. Blood painted the floor. I was covered in it, sticky with it, hands coated and clothes drenched.

Gradually, the high faded. The high of anger and adrenaline, the high of a new kill, it all faded and settled, leaving something frustratingly hollow in its place.

My kill had been interrupted. And even worse, it had almost been stolen. My plans, my hard work, the patience and care I’d put into slowly and thoroughly pervading her life. Moment by moment, dream by dream. Every fearful look and startled breath was a victory – as was every shed tear and scream of anger. All so perfect.

And it had all been ruined.

Ruined by a wannabe bitch who’d stolen my fucking identity and stolen my fucking shtick.

This shouldn’t have been possible. He shouldn’t have been able to fucking wear the guise and claim this story while I still wore it and had claim to it. I hadn’t been dead. “Freddy Krueger” hadn’t been dead. He shouldn’t have been able to wear that sweater or that hat or those claws or scars. He shouldn’t have been waltzing around the dreamworld like he owned the place.

It was still mine.

But somehow, he'd gotten a hold of it too.

How the hell had he even gotten here in the first place? I'd thought I’d been the only one to try and cross over. The first and the last, the exception to the rule.

And as if that wasn’t enough – this was all going to delay finding Heather.

I angrily slashed a claw along the pipes. Spark hissed and fizzled before dwindling away to nothing.

A small, entertaining task and return to form had grown into a mess. There was no way I could let that little imposter run around pretending to be me. Now I had to fucking deal with him.

And what about my little storyteller?

What to do with her?

Maybe I should kill her and get her out of the way, claim her before the other could.

I paused.

Or… maybe I could use her. Maybe she could help me. After all, we had a common enemy, and how did it go? “The enemy of my enemy was my friend.” She could be my hand in the real world while I remained here. She could be my personal errand boy and bloodhound… and bait.

I grinned to myself. Oh, it was an excellent idea.

But I’d have to wait and see what she did next, what she'd do when faced with the reality of her situation. Then I'd twist it exactly how I needed.

First I’d deal with him.

Then, once she’d run out of use, I’d deal with Roxy.

And then, finally, Heather.

#ace writes #waking nightmares #freddy krueger #freddy krueger x oc #freddy krueger x roxanne love #roxanne love #new nightmare #anoes #a nightmare on elm street

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anonanimal · 1 year

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witch from mercury thoughts ep 13 & 14

new opening and ending are so good. new opening wasn't very gay but the ending has the kiss fake-out and the very deliberate hand-holding. the way they slowly curl their fingers at the same time is interesting hmmm

delling in a coma...miorine held for questioning...miorine alone with prospera... i don't like that shit at all STAY AWAY FROM HER

suletta trying to comfort lilique by saying she and aerial will protect her, and her trying to give nika the "advice" of move forward, gain two were creepy as fuck, suletta baby i need you to get a grip

i think suletta challenged them to a duel because she thinks that's how things work, because she's that naive, and it's lucky for her and nika that that was exactly the right thing to say to sophie

norea and el5n's eyes being the exact same light green color, and that little comment he made about her eyes reminding him of someone else (el4n i assumed) makes me wonder.....

the way sophie recited miorine's info, seems like it was something she'd memorized for the mission

aERIal REAL!!!!!! and even though it was implied from the start, prospera revealing it was still pretty horrible. illustrated by belmeria trying not to throw up. sophie's death was horrible. everything is so horrible oh god. so. i guess sophie calling suletta big sister wasn't totally wrong, just that suletta's actually the little sister

so earth just has a surplus of orphans to do whatever with, huh. slaves, terrorists, surgically altered spies, you name it

i'm sure what shaddiq has told norea and sophie their mission is and what shaddiq is actually trying to accomplish are not the same. he wanted them to show up at the school partly to keep suspicion off of him and make all this look like terrorist attacks totally not orchestrated by spacians

these children taking over their parents' companies...lauda and miorine > the roy children. since they're minor children i expect there to be real adults running the show even if they're nominally ceos by weird space company law, would love to see this. i mean we know children really can have companies in their own names, albeit with adult help, probably more than they realized (gund-arm inc), because for the elites everything is a game, but even so, surely companies like those in the benerit group are too important to let children do ceo things

soo extremely fucked and chilling, the shot of benerit group ships heading to earth to start their war on terror

i need the earth house kids to get out of this alive please sunrise please i'll never ask for anything again. martin turned nika in right? that's why he was standing with his back against the wall clutching his phone? they would have shown up anyway to question everyone in earth house but the way they ask for nika...martin turned her in. and he doesn't know the details of everything so i'm sure he thinks the destruction caused by sophie and norea could have been prevented if he'd turned nika in before. poor martin :(

people repeatedly projecting onto suletta and being disappointed is so sad. 3lan thinks she might be an enhanced human like him, nika thinks she might be an orphan like her, sophie thinks suletta is the thrill she's been looking for. does miorine ever project her desires onto suletta? i think there have been times she wants to but she's too cynical and suspicious to let that part of her win. basically mirroring anthy and utena

i love/hate this classic gundam plot of "protagonists fighting for their lives on the wrong side of history" always a bad time

^love that this person made this connection with suletta calling her mother a magician

since aERIal is confirmed we have to start speculating again about where suletta came from. i'm betting cloned from ericht. i'm supposing right now that ericht died from effects of interfacing with the gundam very soon after the incident. so if the incident was 21 years ago, and suletta is 17, it took about four years for the successful ericht clone to be "born." can you imagine doing science experiments on the remains of your young child for four years. no wonder elnora is so fucked up

#gundamposting

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gatorbites-imagines · 2 years

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Keldabe

Mand´alor Din Djarin x Mandalorian Male Reader

Summary: Meeting Din Djarin had been the start of something great. Who knew you would fall in love, and that the man who you had feelings for would become Mand´alor.

I have decided some colours and details for the readers armor, but you can imagine something else if you’d like.

Ashamed to admit I haven’t finished the Mandalorian show so I’m going off of what I’ve read other places lol.

The reader’s armor is Orange (a lust for life), Blue (Reliability), and Tan (Loyalty). The colour of a mandos armor has meaning and fits the person, or at least I think it was canon until it changed but I’m keeping it. I took the meanings from the wiki.

Ill write more if you’re interested, especially if its requests with any mandos or clones since I love them more than anything.

All Mandalorian language used in this is from my memory.

Requests are open.

This is not proofread so ignore any spelling errors.

Translations for those who need it

Ad, shortened from Adiik = child

Beroya = Bounty hunter

Foundling = children adopted by mandos

Kar´ta = heart

Mandokarla = The right stuff that makes you Mandalorian.

Buy´ce = helmet.

Vod = brother, doesn’t have to be blood related

Beskar´gam = Mandalorian armor

Keldabe = headbutt, but also used for when you press your helmeted forheads together in something like a kiss.

Cyara = Love, sweetheart, a term of affection between lovers.

You had started traveling with Din not long before he had become man Mand´alor, shortly before he gave up his ad to the jedi. You had stumbled across each other, whilst you were on a bounty hunt. You are, or rather were, your clans Beroya. It was a place you had battled many of your clansmen for, and you had risen to the top as the best warrior out of them all.

You had been hunting a former empire official, who had a very hefty sum on their head. During this, you ran into a Mandalorian, went by the name Mando. Now, it could get kind of confusing, but you accepted his beliefs, as the way could be many things and followed in many ways.

Mando helped you catch your bounty, and in return you decided to help him as well. It was good you partnered up with him when you did, because soon his ad was taken, and he ran like a headless beast to get his foundling back.

You followed close after, and before you knew it you were fighting people from all around you, covering Mandos back as he took on the individual who stole his ad. When you heard the sound of a lightsaber, you wanted nothing more than to look back, but you had to focus on the current enemy. Before you knew it, the battle was over, and looking back you saw Mando, holding the legendary Darksaber. Part of you wanted to fall to your knee, and place your first over your kar´ta and swear yourself to him. Because from how shortly you’d known him, you knew he was the best option for a mand´alor there was. The man was pretty much overflowing with Mandokarla, even though he didn’t see it himself.

But you held yourself back, and helped him fight his way through his enemies and get his foundling back. When he took off his buy´ce, you almost choked on your own tongue at the beautiful man in front of you. Your knees felt like they were made of jello, and you wanted nothing more than to hold him close and kiss away his tears.

The next time was a blur, even for you. Suddenly Mando had given his child to the last jedi in the galaxy, and after the jedi left it was just you two. Mando, or rather Din as he told you, had no ship. You had left your ship behind where you met, with some trusted people, and had gone with him.

But to your surprise, Boba Fett of all people showed up. His ship looked like it had seen better days. When he pulled of his buy´ce you couldn’t help but make googly eyes at his handsome scarred face. Of course, he wasn’t as attractive as Din, but that didn’t mean you couldn’t look.

Boba looked sorrowful when he saw Dins state, the older making his way over and clutching his vod close. Din broke, sobbing into his shoulder and babbling in a mix of Mandalorian and other languages about his ad, and what happened.

You came with when they left, and ended up sharing a room with Din. It seemed the slaver didn’t have much extra room, but you made do. As Din laid in his bed riddled with grief, you pulled off your buy´ce and held it in your hands. On the helmet was painted Jaig eyes, a design you remembered picking because you had seen clone troopers with it during the war. They had seemed so strong and brave in your mind, and you wanted to be like them.

Days passed, and even after reaching tattooine Din stayed swallowed in his grief. Boba, Fennec, and yourself did everything you could to support him, and he slowly got better with time. You and Din became even closer as you taught him how to use a blade, as he only had practice with one handed swords and daggers, and he taught you how to use a spear.

The both of you started pulling of your buy´ce around each other, having grown comfortable around the other. You hoped the flush wasn’t visible on your face when Din would come up behind you to fix your posture with the spear, or when he leant close to whisper instructions into your ear.

Boba and Fennec definitely knew of your growing feelings, going so far as to tease you when Din wasn’t around. You couldn’t deny it as much as you wanted, why would you? Din was incredible. He was so strong and smart, he was loyal to a tee and did everything he could for those he loved.

The two of you worked like a well-oiled machine when you started taking bounties again. First it was smaller bounties on tattooine, before it slowly spread to other planets in the outer rim. The two of you stuck close, and had even become close enough to remove all of your beskar´gam around each other when between bounties.

Soon news spread of a Mandalorian in unpainted silver beskar´gam, who possessed the darksaber. Some said he looked like someone out of a legend, and that the light would reflect off of the unpainted beskar and make it glow all the colours there was. Of course, tales of yourself spread as well, as the first loyal follower of the new mand´alor. In bright orange, blue and tan armor. Orange for a lust for life, blue for reliability and tan for loyalty, the perfect individual to swear themselves to their new leader.

There were apparently more Mandalorians left than you had thought, and they all seemed to hold their breath, as if to see what this new candidate would do. Din was very put off by the idea of being a ruler, first trying to make Boba take the saber which was denied. He even tried to give it to you, but you ended up saying something about him being the best leader your people could need.

In the end he gave up, and accepted his new title. He really didn’t know what to do, where to lead your people or how to even unite them. It was this predicament you were in now. The two of you sat on Dins new ship, a gift from Boba, and were going over plans.

“You know, they’re gonna make you marry someone. The elders?” you joked, nudging him with your shoulder. He groaned, burying his buy´ce into his hands. You heard him mutter something, but it was so quiet his microphone in his buy´ce didn’t pick it up.

“What? Couldn’t hear you” you said, leaning closer to him in a teasing manner. Sure, it made your heart hurt, the idea of him marrying someone else, but you also wouldn’t hold him back. “I don’t… I don’t wanna marry just someone. I want to marry someone important to me” he murmured, just barely loud enough for the mic to pick up.

“Oh? Have someone in mind?” you joked, trying to hide how much your heart ached. Luckily you were wearing your buy´ce, so he couldn’t read your face. He was silent, and you were sure his face was beet red under the beskar layer. “Come oooon. You can tell me” You whined, leaning down so close your buy´ce almost bonked together.

Din murmured inaudibly to himself some more, seemingly hyping himself up for something. When he turned to talk to you, the clang of beskar hitting beskar rang out in the cockpit you were in. Your foreheads had smacked right into each other, in an accidental keldabe. The two of you both started sputtering in embarrassment, you almost falling backwards out of your seat.

The two of you found yourselves back in your seats shortly after. The air was thick and awkward. You knew you were blushing from how hot your face got. It sounded like you both were searching for words, but coming up with nothing.

Finally Din spoke. “The… the reason I don’t want to marry someone random is because… well… Id much rather… marry you” he muttered, wringing his hands in his laps as his eyes were locked on the floor. Your heart shot to your throat. What? He couldn’t be meaning that. Someone like Din?

It seemed as if your silence racked up his nerves, and he turned to look at you and said “please… just say something”. Before you could stop yourself, you jumped forward and placed your forehead against his, your buy´ce not ringing out this time as it was with less force. It seemed to be answer enough, as his hands hesitated but wrapped around your torso and pulled you close, almost pulling your entire weight out of your chair and into his lap.

When the excitement died down, the two of you kept your foreheads pressed together. “I… I take that means you like me as well?” Din said, his voice sounding breathy like the two of you had been kissing through your lips instead of your helmets. “Of course,” you laughed. “I think I’ve liked you since we met Din… no… cyara”. You definitely knew he was blushing this time, as he sputtered softly, before pulling back and burying his head in your shoulders. You threw your head back and laughed, tightening your arms around his shoulders.

You would worry about the duties of being mand´alor, and what being his lover meant for you. Right now it was just you two, the stars outside the window, and the feelings you had both been suppressing for too long.

#male reader #star wars x male reader #din djarin x male reader #mandalorian x male reader #star wars imagine #din djarin imagine #mandalorian imagine #star wars headcanon #din djarin headcanon #mandalorian headcanon #din djarin #mandalorian reader #i had a hyperfixation with mandalorian culture #all the mando language used in this is from memory #mand´alor #mand´alor din djarin

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ghostlysenses · 3 years

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The Grave in the Shack.

Hi how are you? I just had an idea for an sbi fanfic so imagine like the reader is dying and they say “the last time you held me like this was when I was a kid” while they laugh it off. I know it doesn’t make much sense but I tried- hope you are having a good day/afternoon/night make sure to drink water and eat something :) 🏃‍♀️

Im good!!! how r u? and also i love this!

Mmmm might make this sadder c: but with a happy kind of ending

cried while making this

TW: cussing, death, blood, long

SBI x younger! reader!

Requested by @imkindalostrn

You always ate breakfast with your family.

Wilbur would sit on your left, Techno on your right, and Tommy and dad in front of you.

You were the youngest in the family

so naturally they were all very protective of you and would kill anyone who literally breathed wrong near you.

After breakfast you and Tommy went outside to play in the snowy tundra

You and tommy built snow castles

made snow angles

and had amazing snowball fights

Wilbur watched from the window

Techno watched from the porch

and Philza was relaxing in the living room

“Y/N! come look!”

you raced to tommy as he pointed at the ice, you could see some fish swimming around

you looked in awe

you and Tommy spent so much time together, you two were inseparable

If only he didn’t allow you separate from him that day...

After looking at the fishes, Tommy wanted to play a game of ball, you guys like to play soccer, even when its cold.

You and Tommy had a fun few rounds, him barely beating you.

At some point though

Tommy kicked the ball in the forest on accident

“Ill go get it y/-“

“Ive got it!”

you started running before he could even finish.

he laughed a bit and let you go get the ball

but when you didn’t come back after 2 minutes he.. he got kinda scared

He walked into the forest, and after about 5 minutes he found you

Bloody

crying

claw marks on your stomach

laying on the ground

breathing

but slowly

he immediately got out his communicator

he messaged

“hlp y/n hurtget here ASAP” (yes just like that)

with the cords

As soon as everyone looked at their communicator they were up.

Techno stood up and RAN like he was the flash

dodging everything that was in his way like it was nothing

mans used his trident to VOULT himself over things

the voices were screaming “Help them! Kill whomever hurt them, we need them, we love them to much to let them die” and over his voices were his own thoughts

“They can’t die, they dont know how much they mean to me, if they dont live, i dont know what ill do with myself”

As soon as techno got up Wilbur did too.

HE FUCKING JUMPED OUT OF HIS WINDOW

AND ONTO THE ROOF

THEN OFF THE FUCKING ROOF AND ONTO THE GROUND

(its safe dw its not to high up)

MAN SPRINTED TO THE LOCATION

he was crying

“please be okay, please be okay” was all that we was thinking

Wilbur knows how much you must be panicking right now... and he wants nothing more than to be there and tell you its okay

Once Techno started running was when Philza stood up, mans ran so hard out the front door he TRIPPED.

He got up and opened his wings to fly to you

every memory of you flashing in his head

from you laying on his chest as baby, sleeping blissfully as he watched you with adoration

to yesterday when you were hitting Wilbur with a spoon

“My baby...” was all that he was thinking

When they finally arrived they saw Tommy trying to stop the bleeding but it was to much.

Techno used a healing potion but you had already lost so much blood

Wilbur could see you were crying, that there was still some fear in your eyes no matter how calm you looked, he grabbed your hand right away... trying to comfort you.

Then there was philza, he was cradling you like someone would a baby.

He was crying

everyone knew at that moment

there was no saving you.

You looked at your brothers and smiled, then stared up at your dad.

“the last time you held me like this I was a baby!” you laughed a bit, blood spitting up.

You smiled at him

“I love you...all of you... my family...”

You closed your eyes, a smile on your face...

that was the last time they heard your voice.

Philza held your corpse closer to him, sobbing harshly... “My baby....my little angel...please..”

His world came crashing down on him, the worst thing that can ever happen to a parent is the loss of their child.

Techno’s breathing hitched.

He remembers when you were just a baby.

You were a small fragile thing and he swore to be there for you.

The small little runt that sat as his feet while he braided their hair

was now gone...

Wilbur was in complete shock.

His mind couldn’t comprehend anything that just happened.

His baby sibling who he would make lullaby’s for was suddenly gone.

This is a reason why he would go insane in pogtopia later.

Tommy

Tommy blamed himself for ages

Maybe if he didnt kick that ball

maybe if he went to grab it

maybe...

He misses you

You were the only person who understood him and was on his side.

He doesnt know what to do without you.

You were buried near the house.

Philza made a small clearing near the house

He built a small shack around it with a fire place and lanterns, it was homely.

“To keep their spirit warm forever” thats what he said when he was questioned why it was there.

Nobody in the family ever provided context of how you died.

They only said cryptic things like

“they’re in the shack, like always”

“We/I love them”

“We/I visit them a lot”

“We/I bring them gifts on holidays”

“They liked the snow”

etc

they actually did spend holidays in that small shack, when asked why theyd always say

“Holidays are for the family”

they would still get you gifts too

before wilbur blew up l’manberg he visited you

“I love you very much... ill see you soon”

After that

ghostbur would ask around for you

once he figured out, he remembered what happened and would once again return to being cryptic abt it.

he visited a lot and would also join in during hoildays

Philza left for L’manburg at some point

he still visited you as much as he could though

even after killing wilbur

He still went to holiday gatherings

but when he was on house arrest he was pissed

he wanted to see you

and everytime he begged to be out and asked why he would just say “please! they need me! they need me..”

They wouldn’t let him out

but when he would sneak out he visited you

Fundy knew why he wanted to leave, hell he’s been to the shack himself when he was younger

he heard many stories about you...

and he felt bad for not letting philza visit you.

When the butcher army came to techno and saw the shack

they all walked in, thinking it was a storage area

but when the were met with a grave with unopened gifts around it from many years and even ones to this year... they were...

saddened...

they didnt know what happened to you but your grave brought them to tears

‘Y/N M/N Minecraft

An amazing family member,

Singer and piano player

Dueling fighter and story listener

Sibling and explorer

Child and angel

We love you and miss you

never stop brighting the world up

with your smile’

they wiped their tears though and went to techno.

but before they brought him to l’manburg

Quackity looked at tubbo and the shack

he nodded

Tubbo lead Techno to the shack and said

“For one last goodbye..”

Techno walked in...

“I promise you ill be safe..for you, i love you”

he kept his promise and returned safely to show you.

When Tommy was exiled and ran away to techno he visited you and would even sleep in the shack sometimes.

He missed you a lot.

he played chirp for you and he promised he would one day play mellohi and cat for you again one day

he knew how much you loved them.

He would always visit for holidays but never regularly

but after he got his discs back

he kept his promise and played them for you.

They loved you

and promised they would do anything it takes to get you back.

You mean a lot to this world and them

and when Tommy came to them (Philza, techno, Ghostbur) telling them that dream has a revive book and they need to get you back.

they were ecstatic and couldn’t agree more

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holy-guacamoly · 3 years

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Warmth – LevixFem!Reader

Not me gushing over Levi who never cuddled.

This is a headcanon I strongly believe in. Don’t try to fight me about that! Kenny for sure wasn't much of a hugger and due to Levi’s overall cruel childhood, I am sure there was not much physical love shown. Sure Kuchel did give him warmth and affection, but since she died during his early childhood, this man forgot how cuddling works.

You never would have thought that one day, you'll end up with humanity’s strongest soldier, Levi Ackerman himself. Yet here you were, head over heels for the captain. Your relationship was still fresh and the two of you fully embraced the sweet, gooey, tooth-rotting honeymoon phase. Even though he wasn’t a man of obvious affection, he put his love on display with little things, which you appreciated with all your heart.

“Levi? When do you usually go to bed?” you asked casually, as you changed into your silky nightgown. Your lover was still sitting at his desk, hovering over papers as he heard your voice from the attached bedroom. It was the first time for you to stay the night since your relationship was just out of the bag. During your secret dating phase, you always sneaked back to your room to not cause a stir, but this was finally about to change.

“I don’t go to bed,” Levi responded with his usual stern deminer like this wasn’t a completely unhealthy behavior. As he spoke you poked your head out of the door, that connected the rooms. A mixture of surprise and slight amusement washed over your features, as you weren’t sure if he was serious. With a beaming grin and pure sarcasm, you said, “Are you a vampire or something? That would explain a lot.” Your partner just rolled his eyes, but couldn’t help a small smile from showing. He got up from his desk and walked around the wooden furniture, to end up next to you. Gently he wrapped one defined arm around your waist and planted a soft kiss on the top of your head.

“I just rest in my chair a little bit. I don’t need more than that, Y/N.”

You furrowed your brows when you realized how deliberate he was. It made sense after all. Whenever the two of you got intimate, he always jumped up right after. At first, you didn’t think any of it, because back then you were just a fling, but by now it made you a little suspicious.

“Wait,” you started as your tone was underlined with a huge question mark, “So you don’t even go to bed, just to snuggle under the sheets? To relax a bit?” Levi’s hand still was resting on your hip, but you could feel him shifting away from you. He clearly was weirdly uncomfortable by this question. “Why would someone snuggle under sheets? What’s the point of that?” He genuinely didn’t know. Your eyes widened when you comprehended what your lover just said. Partly because of shock and compassion due to his love-starved childhood, but also because of excitement. You were about to open a new world to Levi, no matter if he liked it or not. One octave higher than usual you exclaimed happily, “Mister, you can thank the walls that you've met me. Because I will introduce you to the fine art of cuddling!”

With that you freed yourself from his grip, just to take his hand in yours and pulled him to the bed. A loud, annoyed groan made its way out of Levi’s lungs, as you forced him into his chambers.

“Brat, I still have a shitload of work to do. And this cuddle stuff isn’t my thing,” he mumbled.

Right before the sanctuary of the sheets, you turned around to face him again. A fake pout painted your lips, as you looked up to your lover with the biggest puppy eyes. Years of special investigations training, made you into quite a manipulative brat to be perfectly honest. You always knew how to get what you desired. “But I am cold and I don’t want to be all by myself.” You made sure to sound as sad as possible. “Tch, you are a soldier. I can’t remember you whining about being cold during the winter outdoor training,” the raven-haired responded, but sounded softer than usual. You leaned closer to him, being the one to wrap an arm around him now. “We are not on a field training. We are in the comfort of our home, as lovers. I would simply enjoy your company,” you answered in a serious tone. An overly dramatic sigh was heard from your boyfriend, followed by a “You are the death of me, Y/N.” Even though you could hear him cursing under his breath, he willingly walked over to the right side of the bed and let his athletic body fall onto the soft mattress. A soft creak was heard when the bedstead howled under his weight.

“You are coming now, or what?” he urged, as he opened the fluffy duvet. The most genuine smile washed over your face and you jumped onto the bed. In no time your body was next to his, but you weren’t touching. You took your time to enjoy the sensation of growing warmth first.

After a few minutes, you sat up slightly, so that your head rested against the headboard. Then you opened your arms as an invite for the love of your life to come closer. As he just raised an eyebrow in question you said sweetly, “I want to hold you, dummy.” Another “Tch” was the answer, but he still shifted his weight to rest his head against your chest. Slowly and almost with silent worship, you closed the embrace to securely cage Levi in. His muscles tensed under your touch like he was a wounded animal. “I got you, babe. You can let go now,” you whispered as you pampered his head with your digits. Your touch was feather-light because you feared too much interaction would startle this poor man.

After a good while, cradled in the luxury of one another’s warmth, Levi was able to do as you told him. He let go. Even though he held on to his last piece of coolness for dear life, he just melted under your gentle touch. Humanity’s hope let out the quietest sigh, not able for you to hear, but to feel against your skin. You acknowledged him collapsing more into your body and took this sign like a green light to bathe him in more affection. Slowly you planted the sweetest kisses on his head and let your fingers trail over his spine. Every single touch managed to send a wave of contentment over his nerves. At one point he wasn’t quite sure if he had died and made it into heaven, because it felt just too unreal.

It almost seemed foreign when Levi finally tore the comforting silence. “Can we do that every night?” His voice was so different. There was no ice, no annoyance there. Just genuine love and relaxation. It made your heart dwell with pure joy. You smiled against his onyx hair and whispered, “Every night, every morning – Whenever you wish.” With your reassuring words, he snuggled closer to you, if that was even possible, and slung his war-painted arms around your form. For a mere second, you swore you could see a real smile on your lover's features.

“I love you, Y/N,” he said as he bathed in the languorous feeling a little longer.

#levi fluff #levi ackerman #levi x reader #levi x you #levi aot #aot levi #attack on titan #shingeki no kyojin #aot #captain levi

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withmychainzon · 2 years

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A Burning Shadows Deleted Scene

@theatrequeen said Azris soft boi lap sitting in the server a few days ago and this is what happened.

This is in the Burning Shadows universe, so here’s a link to that if you want to know more about these idiots.

***

It was just past 5 am and Azriel was sipping coffee at the dining room table, leisurely reading the Autumn Court’s newspaper from yesterday.

Cassian and Nesta sat across from him. Nesta was slowly peeling an orange and Cassian was murmuring strategies and plans to her while drawing lines with a pencil over a map. Nesta would reply with an agreed hum, or a question every so often, even pointing at the map in certain places. Azriel could have been paying more attention, but he assumed if it was truly important Cassian would have gotten his attention.

They were all required to be up at the House of Wind in half an hour for the next round of Valkyrie training, but were currently enjoying the quiet morning. Azriel didn’t help as often as he once did, letting Gwyn and Emerie and Nesta take the lead. But there were still certain practices that Nesta called him in to teach, and he was always more than willing to help.

He looked up at the two across from him, heads huddled together amicably. He felt the stirrings of something in his chest — fondness, probably. He had missed living with Cassian and Nesta since they had gotten their own home. They had only stayed the night at the Townhouse out of convenience after spending days in Illyria, bringing Emerie back for further assistance in Valkyrie training.

As if his own thoughts had summoned her, Emerie stomped down the stairs, sitting herself at the end of the table in a huff.

“Beds are too damn soft here. Fuckin’ over slept” she grumbled, pouring herself a cup of coffee.

Azriel nodded in agreement, remembering what it had been like to get used to luxury beds. Cassian chuckled heartily and Nesta slid the sugar towards Emerie with a silent smile.

“How long do you think you’ll need my help this morning?” Azriel asked, turning another page of the newspaper.

“Busy day today, Az?” Nesta asked with a sharp smile. “Lots of big plans with cute little redheads?”

Emerie’s head shot up, her eyebrows high on her forehead. He flicked his eyes to Cassian who gave him an imperceptible shake of his head, eyes still focused on the map before him.

“I have a job, you know.” He said, working not to sound annoyed. It was too early to start a fight with Nesta.

Nesta rolled her eyes in response. He felt a little bad for the trainees, if Nesta was already looking to argue it was going to be a brutal day of training for them.

In reality, Azriel did have a busy day ahead of him. He had quite a bit to do and catch up on since returning from the continent. But he really just needed to make sure he was back at the Townhouse before ten. Eris liked to scry in the mornings, something to do with the position of the sun and the lack of life altering choices made before noon by the general public. Eris had been perfectly fine scrying at the townhouse since the first time, but Azriel didn’t ever want to chance it and he preferred to be around when Eris went poking around in the future.

He looked up from the newspaper again to find Emerie still studying him, her eyes following a shadow tentacle that had managed to curl itself around the back of his chair. Azriel gave her a small nod. He was unsurprised to find her gaze stayed on his, as if she was trying to prove she wasn’t scared. The corner of his mouth lifted in the smallest of smiles.

Azriel had just decided to give up on his reading when the sound of shuffling came from the stairs, his shadows immediately bouncing awake and shifting towards the sound.

Eris padded into the room, the hood of his sweater — well, it was Azriel’s sweater. Eris had stolen it weeks ago and seemed to assume it belonged to him now — pulled up around his ears, his red hair coming out the bottom messily. Azriel watched as Eris moved towards him, his eyes still mostly closed and hands pressed firmly into the front pocket of the sweater. His shadows had reached Eris already, swirling around his bare ankles as though pulling him closer to Azriel.

He sleepily made his way over to Azriel’s chair, shoving the chair and Azriel over until there was enough room for Eris to slip his body between the table and crawl into Azriel’s lap. He immediately curled his body into Azriel’s warmth, pulling his bare feet up and shoving them under one of Azriel’s thighs as he nuzzled into the Illyrian’s neck.

Azriel had moved to accommodate him, wrapping one arm around his waist and pulling him in tight. The hood of Eris’s sweater hid his face as he pressed it against the skin of Azriel’s throat, wiggling a bit until he seemed satisfied with the position.

“What are you doing awake?” Azriel asked, leaning his head down to rest on Eris’s.

“Mmm” Eris hummed in response, eyes still closed. His forehead was lined, brows furrowed in his signature displeased expression. “Dream. Stupid. Bed empty. But you were still here.”

“Haven’t left yet,” Azriel agreed, unable to stop the smile that was growing on his lips.

Eris didn’t answer, just leaned further into Azriel. He reached up and pulled the hood back enough to put his nose to Eris’s hair and inhale. He smelled so good in the mornings. The apples and leaves and woodsmoke were apparent, but it was always tinged with a little bit of something Azriel knew was himself. It was intoxicating.

It wasn’t until Eris let out a contented sigh that Azriel looked up, remembering that he had a table of breakfast guests.

Cassian sat with his chin propped on his palm, watching them with big, soft eyes and a shit eating grin. Nesta had both her hands covering her own mouth, eyes popping out as though she was trying to stop herself from saying something. Emerie stared, mouth open, an empty spoon held in her hand, action forgotten.

After an age of silence Emerie pointed her spoon at Azriel and spoke. “That is not the redhead I thought she was talking about.”

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joel-millerr · 3 years

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The Chase - One Shot

Pairing: Din Djarin x fem!reader

Rating: explicit

Word Count: 5k

Summary: You bet Mando you could last two hours on the run without him catching you. Reluctantly, he agrees to the bet.

Warnings: outdoor (rough & unprotected) sex, hunter and hunted type of vibe, mild choking, being gagged, size kink, mando talks a lot during sexy time, maybe slight dom/sub mentions?

A/N: this is just my take on the whole “bounty hunter and quarry” fantasy. also I basically wrote the smut and then added context around it. this is pretty much shameless smut ///

*Masterlist can be found here**

It started out as innocent banter.

“I definitely think I could last a couple days,” you told him, slouching in the passenger seat inside the cockpit.

The modulator scoffed at you. “No.”

“Are you doubting my skills?” You asked, eyebrow cocked.

He swiveled his chair around to face you. “That’s not it.”

“Then tell me what it is, Mando.”

Even though you weren’t able to see what his expression was, you could tell by his body language that he was getting annoyed. The way his hands fidgeted at his sides, the way he leaned his body back in the chair—something he did every time you tried to rile him up about something. Despite the fact that he hid behind the beskar, he was generally easy to read whenever he was irritated.

“I bet I can last two days.”

“You wouldn’t last two hours, let alone two days.”

Now that was a challenge you didn’t want to back down from. Anytime someone told you that you couldn’t do something, it scratched that itch inside you to do that exact thing. Your incessant need to prove people wrong sometimes got the best of you, but Maker, the satisfaction you got from it was worth the consequences.

“I’ll take that bet,” you said to him, feeling your stomach stir.

“I wasn’t—”

“Too bad, Mando. You challenged me and I accept.”

And then the rest was history. All you had to do was last two hours without Mando tracking you down and then you could die happy knowing you evaded the best bounty hunter in the parsec, even if it were for a short period of time.

You’re not sure what planet Mando lands the Crest on but it’s definitely one of the quieter ones because he’s landed the ship in a large clearing with only woods as far as the eye can see. It’s not a problem for you, though. Growing up on Naboo meant you were always exposed to forests and clear landscape. In theory, this is the best place he could have chosen, not that you’d tell him that.

“There are some ground rules for this,” he begins to say, standing in the galley of the Crest.

“I’m all ears,” you answer back.

Mando lets out a chuff of air that crackles up through his vocoder, like he’s still considering calling this whole thing off, but after weeks of still not finding a Jedi for the kid, you both need a little distraction.

“First thing, no guns.”

“Okay, that’s understandable.”

“Secondly, you keep the commlink open at all times,” he orders.

“Not a problem,” lips curling into a smile, you already feel the adrenaline pump through your veins, body itching to get this whole bet started.

“Thirdly, if you somehow manage to last the day, we check in once it gets dark.”

“Ouch,” you take a step back, slightly offended at his jab. “You have so little faith in me.”

“I’m not the one overestimating my abilities,” he jests. Who knew Mando could be so snarky?

“Do we call it off at night and wait till dawn?”

“If you want to make to things easier.”

Oh, so that’s how he wants to play.

“All right, Mando. We don’t stop.”

“I don’t know how safe this planet it, but you shouldn’t run into any trouble.”

“Okay, yeah Mando, let’s do this,” you’re basically shaking from the thrill of all this. You can’t wait to show off your evading skills.

“I’ll give you an hour head start. Put as much distance between yourself and the Crest as you can.”

“Don’t worry, Mando. This isn’t my first time running away from someone,” you say with a smug smile.

“Fine,” his voice terse.

Your turn your back to him and face the open ramp. With your heart banging against your ribcage and your palms damp with sweat, this might be the most exhilarating thing you’ve ever done.

“Be safe, I’ll see you soon,” He says with a hint of mockery. He’s so confident in himself, it’s actually getting under your skin.

Looking over your shoulder, you hit him with your own jab, “We’ll see about that,” and then you’re descending the ramp.

Once your feet hit the ground, you think of the best direction to head towards. In order to do this successfully, you’ll need to choose every single one of your movements very carefully because any slip up could end up hurting your chances to win.

You hear your named being called, so you turn around to look back at the Crest and see Mando standing at the top of the ramp.

“When I do find you, try to put up a fight.”

That sends heat right to the apex of your thighs. If you didn’t have enough incentive, that was the last nail in the coffin. You’ll make this as hard for Mando as you possibly can.

You shoot him one last devilish grin and disappear from sight, opting to go to your right. Once you reach the forest edge, you break off into a sprint, heading deeper and deeper into the foliage.

The forest isn’t too dense, but there are roots everywhere on the ground and you stumble on a couple of them, nearly falling flat on your face. The positive to having so many branches and roots in the ground means the chances of your footprints showing up in the mud are low but Mando’s got a heat tracker on his helmet, meaning he can still track your movements without actually seeing your prints.

The adrenaline keeps telling you to run, run as fast as you can, but the rational part of your brain realizes that no matter how much distance you put between you and Mando, it won’t matter unless you have a clear plan as to what tactics you’ll need to use in order to make sure he doesn’t find you.

Should you try to find the closest village?

Should you stay in the forest?

Think, think…

You continue to put some more distance between you two and when you feel as though you’ve made some progress, you check the clock on your commlink.

2:50PM.

In ten minutes, Mando will leave the Crest and begin tracking you. You’ll have to start making important decisions soon. When you entered the planet’s atmosphere, you tried to pinpoint a specific spot that might give you some kind of advantage. If your memory serves you correctly, you saw a small area that appeared to be some kind of canyon. Ideally, that might be the perfect spot to find some shelter. A hard surface means no footprints.

Now if you could only find out how far away you are from it…

As you take in your surroundings—which is basically just trees and more trees, you think about finding a high enough viewpoint for you to see where this possible haven could be. A few metres away you happen to see a tree that appears to be much larger than the rest of the ones around it. Its branches look sturdy enough for a human to climb and it doesn’t take you long before you’re heading straight for it. You haven’t climbed a tree in years but if there was a perfect moment to touch-up on your skills, it’s right now.

As you climb up the stump, the branches and leaves break apart, and the sky begins to get clearer and clearer. When you finally reach the very top, you’re so high up that you’re able to spot what you were looking for. It looks like it’s a couple more clicks away, but you were lucky enough to be already heading in that direction. The Maker must be on your side.

One more look at the clock.

3:01PM.

Shit, you have to start moving.

If you start to climb down the tree, you’ll end up losing precious time, allowing Mando to close some of the distance. It’s something you can’t risk. Eyes scanning the woodland between you and your hideout, you come to the conclusion that you’ll have to jump from tree to tree and pray you don’t fall and break any bones. It’s incredibly risky, and your inner self is warning you against it. If you do fall, you’re screwed, breaking a lot of the bones in your body. You’ll have to hope that these branches will be able to carry your weight.

Trying to balance yourself on one of tree’s larger arms, you crawl across it on your knees, knowing damn well if you stood up, you’d lose your balance and fall down, and it would be a pretty big fall. You’re easily fifteen feet off the ground, maybe more. Fuck, this might have been a horrible idea, but it’s frankly too late to turn back, you’ve made up your mind and you need to go through with it.

The jump from the branch you’re currently on to the adjacent one you’ll be jumping onto is about four feet, but it’s not the jump that concerns you. What concerns you is the sturdiness of that branch. Will the impact cause it to snap? Will it make too much noise, letting Mando hear it? All these questions are racing through your mind as you hear your heartbeat pounding in your ears. The longer you consider it, the more time you waste. You’ll just have to take the chance and hope everything works in your favor.

“Okay… I can do this,” you whisper, psyching yourself up.

As you slowly rise to your feet, your legs are buckling. You take one last look down, fully realizing that this idea is absolutely bonkers and jump.

When your body hits the branch, you latch your arms around it, landing on your stomach. To your surprise, the branch doesn’t break off, it barely even moves.

Success.

You continue to leap from branch to branch, until the rest of trees in your wake look too unstable for you to leap onto. Luckily, the tree you’re currently on isn’t too far from the ground, so you’re able to climb down it in under five minutes before reaching the ground. Keeping still for a moment, you wait to hear something.

A twig snap, leaves rustling, anything, but you don’t hear a single sound.

“Did you actually climb these trees?” You hear Mando’s voice through the commlink on your wrist, which startles you.

Is he already there? He’s already so close, how is he already so fucking close to you?

“Um, no?” You reply.

“That’s convincing,” he answers dryly.

If Mando’s already reached the tree you started climbing at, then he’s really not far behind. You’ll need to start sprinting again. Without trying to make noise, you begin to tiptoe around the forest, trying to be as quick and efficient as you can. It doesn’t take long until you see a break in the forest and somehow quicken your tread to the clearing.

Once you reach the wood's edge, you’re about to take a step into the clearing when you stop yourself.

Kriff, if you step into that open field, you’ll be sticking out like a sore thumb, which is a risk you cannot take. Instead, you’ll have to walk along the sides of the clearing, keeping to the trees and hoping you won’t be spotted.

“Are you really about to step into that glade?”

Your breathing hitches, everything inside you is burning up, adrenaline nearly making you shake uncontrollably.

He’s found you.

He sees you.

Keeping very still, you turn your head in every direction, desperately trying to see where Mando is but you can’t see a fucking thing. You consider making a break for it—which direction, though? Do you turn around and head back into the forest and hope that you’ll be able to lose him in the trees? Do you stick to your guns and continue to make for the mountains?

“Better make up your mind quickly, pretty girl. Time’s running out,” he’s fucking taunting you. Mando knows exactly where you are and is relishing in watching you struggle in deciding what to do next.

There’s something incredibly titillating knowing that he’s watching you, right now. Predator watching prey, observing your every move, waiting for the perfect time to ambush you.

“What are the chances I outrun you?” You breathe into the speaker on your wrist, chest puffing in and out heavily.

Mando doesn’t answer right away, mulling over your question. “Very slim.”

“But not impossible?”

You’re sizing yourself up. You know damn well there isn’t a chance you lose him, not when he’s got eyes on you, but you have an advantage on him. Carrying all that armor on his body makes his movements more abrupt, meaning he’s less agile and relies more on his weapons to catch a bounty rather than his own speed. All you need to do is outrun him, make yourself impossible to catch and then maybe, just maybe, you can reach the other end of the forest without getting snatched.

“What are you planning?”

“’Put up a fight’,” you repeat the last words he said to you. “That’s what you said, right?”

“Yes?”

“Well… Come get me.”

And then you’re racing into the glade, your legs moving as fast as you possibly can. The air whipping passed the burning hot skin on your face, lungs feeling like they’re on fire, you’re running so much faster than you ever thought you could. Maker, you didn’t even know you could sprint this fast. Taking one quick look back over your shoulder, you see Mando break out from the forest edge, racing after you. He’s a couple metres behind you, but he seems to be closing the gap between you quicker than your efforts to gain distance.

Starting to panic, you make a sharp turn to the left, hoping he’ll be caught off guard, giving you just a few more seconds to stretch out the distance.

“I’ll give it to you, you’re much quicker than I thought,” he pants.

You’re so close to the forest, just a few more sprints. With your legs burning and getting tired, these last few metres are either going to make or break you, but with the determination to prove him wrong, you refuse to give up. You can almost taste freedom… just one more step—

And then you’re falling to the ground. Face slamming into the grass so hard, your vision goes fuzzy, and your head is pounding, hearing a faint ringing in your ears. When you turn over on your back, you look down at your legs and see your feet wrapped up in grappling line. Still in somewhat of a daze, you try to unravel the coil from your ankles with haste before Mando can close in on you. The tall grass shields your view, stopping you from seeing anything until it’s directly in your face, which mean he can be just a few feet away without you even knowing it. If you have any chance at slipping passed him, you need to move very fast.

Just as the cord untangles from your legs and you jump to your feet, you see Mando standing in front of you, just a little further than arm’s length away. Standing in place, you freeze up like a prey animal being spotted by its predator. Maker, he’s intimidating, carrying himself with such confidence and gusto that it could make even the more fearless predator cower in his presence and because you can’t see his expressions, you have no idea what he’s thinking under that bucket of his.

“Well, you managed to last two hours,” he notices after checking the time on his vambrace.

Relaxing your shoulders and readying yourself to break off into a sprint for the woods, you cock your head to side and chuckle. “Technically, you haven’t caught me yet.”

He tilts his head ever so slowly to the side, chest puffing out. With caution, he takes a step forward and in turn, you step back, maintaining the little distance between you two.

“Don’t make this harder for yourself.”

“When have I ever made it easy for you?”

The visor’s locked on you. Both of you stand incredibly still, waiting for someone to make the first move.

“Don’t run,” he warns.

It’s impossible to ignore the stirring in your stomach. It’s time to face the facts, you’ve already been defeated. There’s not a chance in hell you can possibly win this. You fucked up, somehow. Maybe you shouldn’t have started climbing trees, maybe you should have gone left instead of right. None of those things matter anymore. The only thing that matters how is what your next move is.

“Isn’t this what you really wanted?” His voice hitting low in the register.

Oh?

Does he mean what you think he means? Your pussy gushes, and you’re hit in the face with reality.

You would have to be a fool not to notice the way Mando looks at you on the Crest, and how you look at him. There’s clearly chemistry between you two, maybe even infatuation. It’s been three months since you started travelling with him which means there’s been three months’ worth of sexual tension. Both of you felt it, the electricity in the air whenever you were alone together. The air would get thick, your heartrate would quicken, and you’d wait for him to make a move, but he never did. Whenever you felt like that day was finally the day he’d let go of his devices and fuck you senseless on his ship, he’d retreat to the cockpit and lock himself up for hours, leaving you to take care of yourself in the fresher. It was enough to get the job done, but you wanted him, and you know he felt the same.

So, yeah, you’d be lying to yourself if that idea hadn’t crossed your mind. Getting him in his element, force him to come after you, and when you finally gave in or rather, when he found you, he’d be so caught up in the moment that all the sexual tension that had been building up for the last three months would climax at this very moment. What you couldn’t have anticipated was Mando figuring all of this out and actually calling you out on it.

Slacking your jaw, you lick your bottom lip, staring at the ‘T’ of his visor, realizing that this whole bet was just a façade—that the real reason you started this whole wager was to rile him up.

Mando body shifts, his fingers flexing at his sides.

“Been wanting it for three months, Mando,” you challenge.

He makes a guttural noise in his throat, and now you know you’ve got him. It’s taken three months to get you where you are now. Three months of walking around the Crest, swaying your hips purposely in hopes he’d look at you as you walked by. Three months of not so innocent touches on whatever part of him you could touch. Three months of soft moans and groans, trying to get his attention.

All your hard work is finally going to pay off.

Mando tries to close the gap between you, taking a step towards you. Being the brat you are, you step back.

“You’re really going to make this difficult?” He asks—very much a rhetorical question.

“Come get me, Mando,” the words slip off your tongue, once again trying to entice him.

A game of chicken.

Who’s going to make the first move? Is Mando going to charge for you? Do you let him? Do you turn and try to run away?

In a flash, Mando leaps forward and you’re just quick enough to dodge him, whipping your body towards the forest’s edge and taking large strides forward. You barely make it three feet before there’s more grappling line squeezing your ankles together. Once again, you land on your stomach with just barely enough time to cover your face with your hands.

Now, you know there’s no way you’d be able to get up in time and still somehow slip through his fingers, not that it was ever the point of this bet. You thoroughly enjoyed the thrill of being on the run and having Mando chasing after you but you’re way more interested in what’ll happen next than actually winning.

It’s takes a few seconds for you to get your bearings, and as soon as you begin to push yourself upright, you’re being shoved back into the ground by Mando using his bodyweight against you. He straddles either side of your legs, pushing them together.

“If this is what you wanted, all you had to do was ask,” Mando’s voice suddenly whispers in your ear, pressing himself into your body. He bucks his hips against your ass, his erection nuzzled between your cheeks. Propping himself on his elbows so he doesn’t suffocate you with his weight, one of his hands grab hold of your waist, digging into your flesh.

Trying to arch your back, you push your ass out to grind against his cock even more. Maker, you want him so fucking badly. Being fucked in an open field where anyone could see you, it’s daring and intoxicating.

Your hands fumble to your pants, trying to unbutton them and slide them down your thighs. Mando senses your urgency and swats your hands away and then his body leaves you momentarily, just long enough for him to tug your trousers down to your knees. It’s rushed, and you’re already panting underneath him, the anticipation eating you up from the inside.

A leather gloved hand grazes your lips, then he’s pushing two fingers in your mouth. The tastes of earth and salt lingering on your tongue.

“Bite,” he instructs.

You oblige and the glove comes off, discarded just inches away from your face. Without skipping a beat, his naked hand travels down your side, and with your ass in the air, he palms your stomach, keeping you in place and forcing you to arch your back even more. The pool of arousal in your stomach is making you squirm, getting more impatient as the seconds go by.

Mando takes his time trailing your lower belly, fingers barely grazing your skin. Your breathing is completely erratic, panting heavily into the ground. When he finally cups your sex, your breath hitches, a sharp inhale escapes your lips.

“Stars, you’re fucking soaked already,” he admires, and then two calloused fingertips are rubbing tight circles on your clit.

Writhing underneath him, you can barely keep still. The pleasure is overwhelming, something you’ve been waiting for for so long, you can’t believe this is really happening

Your hands grab at his waist with haste, trying to remove his pants but because you can’t see what you’re doing, you’re just aimlessly grabbing at him. He sees you struggling and lifts himself off of you. Hearing a small scuffle, he presses his body into your back again, and you feel his freed cock between your cheeks. Maker, he’s huge… is it possible for someone to feel this big when he hasn’t even stuck it in you yet?

“Are you sure you want this?” He asks breathlessly, his own pants scratching low in his helmet.

“Y-y-yes, please,” you croak, your throat already bone dry.

Gathering as much of your slick on his hand as he can, you feel him smear it all over his length and with your ass still shoved up against him, he teases your entrance with his tip. Hands grabbing at his hips with urgency, he actually fucking chuckles and then starts burying himself inside you.

Stars, he’s fucking huge, it almost burns how much he’s stretching your walls. Your eyes wrench shut so hard; you’re seeing stars. It feels like all the air is being knocked out of your lungs, you can’t even make a sound as your jaw fucking drops. He buries himself deeper and deeper—kriff you’re not sure how much more you can take. Your body freezes once he’s fully inside you, teasing your cervix with his head.

“F-f-fuck, you’re tight,” he breathes out once he’s filled you to the hilt. Steadying himself on his palms, his cuirass leaves your back, but he doesn’t move. He just sits there, giving you time to acclimate to his size. “I’ll try to be gentle—”

“No,” you say, cutting him off. “Please, j-just, fuck—do what you want,” you’re basically sobbing already, and he hasn’t even begun to fuck you.

He slowly pulls out and when you feel just the head still inside you, he slams into you so hard, you jerk forwards and cry out, your whole body stilling from being so full.

“You have to be quiet, someone might hear,” he tells you gently, pulling out again ever so slowly.

In an effort to stifle your moans, you bite down hard on your bottom lip, and when he bucks his hips and crashes into you again, you’re unable to stop the shriek that escapes you. Balancing himself on one arm, he grabs the discarded glove by your face and stuffs it into your mouth, gagging you with it and then begins really fucking you.

He drives his cock into you at a grueling speed, stopping his rhythm momentarily to roll his hips against your ass, making sure you feel every fucking inch of him. Whatever pathetic noise tries to slip through your lips is muffled by leather and you’re grateful for it because your cries would echo through the field if not for the glove.

Mando drops his weight back on you, feeling his breastplate dig into your back. He lets his cock just sit there as his naked hand wraps around your neck, applying pressure with two fingers. He resumes his pace, jackhammering your pussy with so much force, his balls slapping against your skin echo through the clearing.

“Shit, this—this is what you wa-anted?” He hisses, never once relenting his rhythm.

You couldn’t have planned for how mind-blowing this is. The daydreams, the dreams while you slept, nothing could have prepared you for the real thing. Nothing in your imagination even comes close to the actual feeling of Mando fucking you senseless in the middle of an open area. You’re so close to your climax already, something no other person has even gotten close to doing. Mando knows how to fuck, how to reach the right spots inside you, how to drive you fucking insane.

“Yes, ah-shit, yes Mando, please, please, it feels so good,” you babble, your mind unable to come up with a coherent thought; instead, you’re reduced to a blubbering mess. Tears are forming in the corners of your eyes, and when you squeeze your eyes shut, they begin streaming down your face.

“Be a good girl and come all over my cock,” he grits out between thrusts.

The grass is tickling your face, he pushes you deeper in the ground with every plunge, and then your orgasm rips through you, waves of white-hot pleasure crashing over you, electrifying your body from the inside out. Clawing at the ground and grabbing fistfuls of dirt, your body tenses and untenses at the same time, you can barely breathe. His hand is still pressing into your neck, making you dizzy from the limited air you can actually take in, as well as your climax punching out of you.

“Yes, fuck—ah shit—stars, you feel so fucking good.”

Mando doesn’t like to talk very much, only speaking when directly addressed, but now he’s a mess. He praises you, repeating words of admiration like it’s a prayer he tells himself at night and knowing you’re the reason for all this chatter just fills you up with pride.

He has incredible stamina, so he doesn’t need to pause in order to catch his breath very often. Mando continues to drill into you with such speed and force, you don’t know how much more you can take. It’s so much better than you thought it could be, you never could have predicted Mando to be so good at fucking you. He knows exactly how to treat your body, how to get the most pleasure out of you, it’s like he already knows you better than you know yourself. His cock rams that spot deep inside you that’s never been touched, nearly blinding you and causing your mind to go blank. You curse the Maker for making you wait this long. Both of you needed this, to take your frustrations and desires out on each other.

It’s primal, the way he thrusts inside you, feeling his cock pulse and twitch as your walls squeeze around him. Mando can barely shut up, if he’s not growling admirations in your ear, he’s keening into the helmet, his baritone hitting so low and rough, it only spurs you on.

The hand on your neck slacks, and then he’s pulling the glove out of your mouth. “Where d-do I—”

“Inside,” you manage to mewl, although your voice is barely above a whisper. “Please.”

“Ah—shit, you want me inside you? Fill your pretty little cunt with my come?”

You make a pathetic noise in your throat, the dryness of it too much for you to actually speak.

“Words, pretty girl. I need you to use your—fuck—words.”

You swallow hard, trying to get some dampness in your throat. “Y-yes.”

Mando growls contently and resumes his ruthless, hard pace. It’s no longer rushed, but with every thrust, he slams into your pussy so hard and hitting your cervix that your body jerks upwards, struggling to keep still. He grinds his hips a couple more times and then he reaches his own climax. You feel his cock throb inside you, filling you up with his seed.

“Fuck!” He snarls into the helmet, keeping it pressed against the side of your head.

You’re completely spent, you can barely move a muscle. Mando’s just fucked the life out of you, and you could lie here for the rest of your life, happy and satisfied. When you feel him start to pull out, with the little strength you gave—which is by no means a lot, you clench your walls around him, trying to keep him inside you.

“Don’t want me to leave?” He jokes.

“Want you inside all the time,” you mumble into the ground.

Mando hums, sheathing himself inside you once again.

“Pretty girl, I’m just getting started with you.”

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