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anothertimdrakestan · 4 years

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Light Of My Life Jason Todd x Reader

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Words: 2.7k

Requested? Yes! From a lovely anon!

“Hello! May I have a Jason Todd x reader where the reader is a really powerful superhero from the avengers and is well known and she met Jason when she was hopping on rooftops in Gotham (for fun idk haha) and the reader feels lonely and they bond over that with Jason and they start dating and when Jason’s brothers find out they’re dating (a few months later) they freak out and say things like “YOURE DATING THEM?! How did this happen?!” Thank you!”

LINK TO PROMPTS -> REQUESTS ARE STILL OPEN!

Ok so I took this as a new avenger I hope that’s okay :). It’s mostly selfish that I wanted to write my own badass hero for Jason to simp for... can you blame me? She’s basically a heroin Livewire for those of you that watched Supergirl. Also you really set me up for a long fic so strap in anon, you did this to yourself by giving me an amazing request! Hope you enjoy! xoxo

“You’re kidding right. Gotham? Mr. Seclusive Bat Brat’s turf? Not a chance in hell.” you groaned hearing your newest mission. “Sorry Y/H/N you’re headed to nut-case capital” your comm buzzed back and you rolled your eyes. At least it was a short trip right? Confirm with Dr. Strange exactly the newest magical item you needed to look for, find it, and get out. Maybe zap a couple villains for shits n giggles. Grabbing your motorcycle you headed out, praying for a short trip.

Arriving at your hotel you began to set up, having powers meant no bulky suit which was nice but Strange had set you up with about a million photos, books, and what looked like scrolls about a stupid helmet. Apparently all the helmet did was let the wearer float and see in the damn dark, half of the avengers could do that shit already. But when THE Dr. Strange makes a request of the Avengers, they comply.

You’d heard about a drug leader with an eye for shiny objects, and you decided to start there hoping you could really give him a show. Waiting for night to fall you headed out, appreciating the constantly terrible weather in Gotham, lightning cracked in the sky exhilarating you, taking it as a sign from your gods that they liked this mission you felt the electricity run through your veins as you sped towards the ring a friend of yours had tipped you off about. Propping your bike up on the side of the building you felt the electricity dancing through the wires of the building and you zapped into them, travelling in to the main room.

Jason just about pissed his pants. He watched this hot motorcycle chick park her (sexy ass) bike outside the drug ring he was busting that night and right when he was about to put on some Red Hood Charm™ he watched her turn into a giant spart and shoot into the building through the camera system. Realizing she was going to do his job for her he decided to watch from above, trying to figure out who the mystery meta was. As he sat perched on the top of the building he couldn’t help but hope it was Y/H/N, one of the most prominent new Avengers but what was she doing in Gotham? Regardless he sat, ready for the lightshow.

What you saw inside the building was horrific. Disgusting men were throwing cash around to take home young, terrified girls. Disregarding the mission at hand you flashed into the middle of the “show”. Immediately guns were out but that had never stopped you. Dissapaiting into one of the lights you enjoyed how some of the men shrieked at your powers. “Shit dog I think it’s Y/H/N but what’s she doin in Gotham?” never able to pass an opportunity to boast you appeared behind the group smirking “hey boys. Don’t there girls look a little young for you? That said, you should let them go or I’ll get angry. And you’d be shocked with how angry I can get - literally.” you held up a hand letting sparks dance in you palm. What you didn’t expect was to see a blundering idiot in a red mask crash through the ceiling.

Before you could light him up he called “uh hey! It’s Y/H/N right? Big fan. Red Hood pleasure to meet you. See, this is usually my territory, drugs and all, but I’d be happy to share with a lovely lady like you so-” you scoffed. “Shut up BatBrat I don’t intend on swinging minor league with you tonight, I just want these girls out of here and to talk with you” you gestured to the drug lord, annoyed this Red Batman or whatever his name is was getting in your way. “Minor leagues huh? Princess if you think this is any type of game you’re wrong, we don’t play by the rules here.” and he pulled out two guns and began firing. This shocked you. You thought the bats held the same standards as the majority of the Avengers, no killing. This clearly went down the drain as you watched him blow the brains out of the majority of the drug dealers.

Deciding this wasn’t the night for you to successfully capture the man you needed, especially because Stark would kill you if you got in a fight with another vigilante on an away mission. While Red Mask went hand to hand with the guards you helped the girls escape, shooing them towards the exit and making them promise to be safer. After securing the public’s safety you took a moment to watch Red Armour fight. He was trained you had to admit, he ducked and punched like he’d been doing in for years, he was refined in skill but reckless and practice, it was fascinating. “You gonna help or is that not in the Avenger’s handbook?” you smirked as he got pinned by a couple guards. As he was preoccupied you zapped to the drug lord, shocking him enough to put him down long enough to move him. Forming an electric rope around his limbs you began dragging him out. “Sorry RedBat I got what I came for, you make a good side kick though” with a wink you walked out, not before hearing him shout “ITS RED HOOD SPARKY”

In one of the Avenger’s safe houses you’d tied up your captive. “This is super easy buddy, all I need to know is where to find the Helmet of Razadazar” what a stupid fucking name, it doesn’t even sound cool. Knowing he’d feign innocence you prepared yourself for light, pleasure for you, not so much for him...

“You’re. Lying. Todd.” Tim’s fingers flew across the BatComputer. “Y/H/N in Gotham? EPIC!” Jason rolled his eyes. “Drake she definitely wasn’t all that amazing, plus she gave the impression she wasn’t long for Gotham so it’s probably nothing. Newbie training for the A list.” Tim sighed, Jason was probably right, the Avengers left Gotham to Batman, no one wanted a piece of it. “Alright, but you gotta tell me everything, I think she shorted all the camera footage so you better use all the detail.” Jason agreed, secretly excited to recount his experience, maybe fangirl a little. All he knew was that he was going to find you, the only game he wanted to play was chasing you.

After taking a short lecture from Captain A about aggressive torture techniques and why they should be AVOIDED you had gotten your answer. Apparently an underground auction with other-worldly treasures was the place to be. At least Gotham’s wealthy were making everything easy for you tonight.

Jason adjusted his bowtie as he waited to enter the auction. Attending as Bruce Wayne was easy, he did owe Damian a barn now, but it was a worthy pay off for Damian to endure some father-son time as a cover up while Jason played billionaire. Finding an excuse to go other than finding Y/H/N wasn’t hard either, and now here he was, hoping you’d stand out. Let’s just say fate helped a little.

Sitting at a table with your fake identity as Ms. Stark was equally as easy. Excited to be meeting Mr. Wayne the Gothamite who was seated next to you. As he sat down he looked younger than the paparazzi pictures showed. You stuck out a hand to shake and he took it gently, kissing it, to your surprise. He looked at your smirking, “looking lovely tonight Sparky” you’re jaw dropped. Mr. Wayne I had no idea Red Cap was your speed” you whispered, shocked, but slightly comforted to know you had your sidekick here.”It’s. Red. Hood. And just as you Ms. Stark, this identity is not my own.” it made sense, but it was still impressive.

Having exchanged pleasantries with the table the auction began. Item after item went, you and Hood slid in low bets to seem interested, but you wondered why he had came. Then the helmet was up. You sucked in a breath knowing the plan was to win the bid then snatch the helmet. You bid politely against someone at table 37 until it was yours. “Going once” “Going twi-” the auctioneer stopped as Mr. Wayne raised his paddle, tripling your bet. The auctioneer looked shocked at the amount, not letting you bid again before he shouted “SOLD to the sir at table 14!” For the second time that night your jaw dropped. “I need that helmet!” you whisper yelled. “That old thing? Sure princess. You just have to get dinner with me tomorrow” you realized he just spent millions and millions of dollars just to win your time. “Deal” you hissed.

Jason decided not to tell his brothers about his date. Feeling like it was a once in a lifetime opportunity he wasn’t ruining it. After hiding the helmet in the BatCave he was waiting for you at a candle lit table for two. When you walked in he knew it was love at first sight. Sitting down across from him you smirked. “You clean up nice..” he finished for you “Todd. Jason Todd.” taken aback you’d heard about him, the kid that lived, part of the Wayne family. “Well if we’re going real names Mr. Todd what do I have to lose, y/n l/n” you smiled, drinking in his appearance. He was dashing you had to admit, confident and laidback it was alluring. “Beautiful name to fit a gorgeous girl” he winked, to your shock, making you blush.

The two of you spent the night throwing snide comments, compliments, and flirtation between you. Something about Jason just clicked, it felt right. After hours at the table you and Jason went for a walk around Gotham while he showed you his most memorable spots. Somehow the two of you wound up on the top of a skyscraper staring at the stars. Finally having a person who understood the burden of heroism but wasn’t judging you for being new was refreshing. Only knowing each other for hours it felt like it had been years, confiding in each other about some of your deepest secrets. Jason was amazed with your powers, but you explained that they were hard to control, bottling electricity up in anything was difficult, batteries rotted, lightbulbs broke, and sometimes it felt like you were no different. He watched as you showed him how sparks danced across you skin and though he didn’t tell you, they’d been sizzling around you since dinner, an aura vibrating around you as you laughed, cried, and smiled with him.

“So Lightning McQueen, what do the sparks do when you’re happy?” you grimaced at another of his nicknames and explained how they crackle and pop sometimes taking on certain weather-like patterns. “Huh, well let’s see some lightning then” Jason grabbed your hand pulling you into his chest, using the other hand to lift your eyes to meet his as he leaned in. You sped up the process, hands wrapping around his neck, crashing his lips on yours. He was right, lightning struck across the sky as sparks danced between the two of you. Pulling away he grinned as he breathlessly looked at you. “Beautiful” You pulled him in for more, deciding maybe Gotham wasn’t so bad if he was here.

“Why does Y/H/N always get the Gotham missions?” Peter Parker groaned. “Well seeing as she practically lives there it’s easy” the rest of the gang retorted as you blushed. “I guess I just really like the weather” you grinned while everyone rolled their eyes knowing the reason Gotham was having more lightning than ever was no coincidence.

“Honey I’m homeeeeee” you squealed as you zapped into your kitchen. Jason had learned not to be alarmed when you appeared out of thin air and he opened his arms as you fell into his embrace. “Hello to my favorite double A” he grinned when you gave him a zap, he knew you loved all his nicknames. He pulled you out of his embrace looking you dead in the eyes. “Sparky it’s time you meet my family, you know Tim is going to kill me for hiding you” You were so excited, timing never aligned or one of you was injured or not on Earth but finally, it was time to meet the family.

You’d snuck into the manor before, but everytime it seemed to get bigger. Jason squeezed your hand warning you about how annoying his family was. As you entered you took in everything. The cutest little boy was chasing a grown man with a sword, a teenage boy sat on a kitchen cupboard shotgunning an energy drink, all while a nice elderly man chopped carrots calmly in the kitchen. Breaking the silence you began to name each boy “Uh hi guys! I’m y/n you probably know me as Y/H/N but I’m so excited to be here! I’m guessing Damian, Dick, Tim, and the wonderful Alfred!” all the boys froze. Alfred smiled and continued chopping. “Oh my god oh my god oh my god” Tim jumped off the cupboard wide eyed staring at you. “Todd how do you know her?” Dick looked at you, shocked to see an Avenger not in costume next to his brother.

“Actually guys I’ve known Y/N for a while, remember Tim that night? We’ve kept in touch since and I’m lucky enough to be her boyfriend!” Jason kissed you on the cheek and immediately Tim passed out. As Dick poured water on the teen Damian walked up to you and you bent down to look him eye to eye. “Prove you’re Y/H/N because I don’t believe Todd could pull a famous hero like Y/H/N” Jason started “No y/n it’s fine” but you wanted to make a good impression so you zapped into the light fixture, counted to 5, then appeared on the cupboard Tim had been on, only to zap back nex tot Jason. “TT I’m impressed Todd. Y/n let me say I’m impressed with your recent activity with the Avengers. I know what it is like to be surrounded by older, entitled idiots.” Damian stuck out a tiny hand and you shook it, making sure to give him a little shock.

Having woken up Tim began rapid fire questions. “So Todd lied you’re here? And you like him? Can I just say you’re so cool. Would you let me run some tests on your powers? What’s the biggest lightshow you’ve done? What is spiderman like? I feel like I’m quicker than him but I don’t know. Do you love Jason?” you tried to take in all the questions. “Yes I’m here, yes, thank you, sure I guess, biggest was cracking a small moon in half - don’t asl I was mad, spidey is cool kind of a dweeb but, he’s pretty quick but I haven’t seen you, and yes I do love Jason” you took a deep breath. Jason smiled at you, glad you could keep up with Tim’s q & a. Suddenly Tim grabbed Dick’s arm and started running to the BatCave, “okay y/n I’m gonna go set up some tests come down in a minute. Todd you lucky asshole you bring her down in five okay?” before you could reply he was gone.

Taking a deep breath Jason wrapped his arms around you. “I’m so glad you can deal with them, but if Drake gets really bad knock him out cold” you chuckled, knowing that dealing with the Wayne’s was more difficult for Jason than it was for you. “Anything for you babe” you grinned. “Always the light of my life y/n” you rolled your eyes knowing the jokes would never stop, one of the many reasons you loved Red Hood with all your heart.

haha I never do A/N but do y’all get the pun in the title hehehehe wow I need to go to bed. Also check out the pun in my masterlist lolz. Now, dear reader, that you read this post we have an inside joke together hehe... love you! xoxo

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whumpasaurus101 · 3 years

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Training

Next piece more than a month later? Psh, nooooo…… shush. XD Better late than never though! Eh?

CW: Speaking of needles- not in tooo much detail / injection in a bit of detail hehe / drugging / cursing… as usual XD

Previous / Masterlist

Asher gulped once Rodger left. His heart picked up and he rolled his shoulder -a tic he had gained not long ago when he got nervous- and cleared his throat. Antonio chuckled, “I missed you Danny.”

“That's not my name,” Asher gritted through a tightly clenched jaw. Antonio chuckled, turning to him with folded arms, “Well, you seemed to have grown a tongue since I have last seen you, haven't ya?!”

Asher grinded his teeth, clenching and unclenching his jaw. This seemed to amuse Anotonio even more, he leant in close and whispered right into Asher’s ear, placing his hands onto Asher’s shoulders and squeezing them tight, “Why all this anger, hm? Why do you keep it bottled up? Why do you feel all these emotions when you’ve had it so easy!”

Asher huffed through his nose, trying to relax himself. “I mean, you were Aiden’s favourite. He handed everything to you. He even offered you your freedom and you-” Asher let out a growl, spun around and threw a punch at Antonio. His wrist was quickly grabbed and he was shoved against the wall.

“Now, now, now, Ashy, let's not go down this road.” Asher let out a yell of anger, “Let go of me!!!”

“I have a challenge for you, I need you to try and not lose your shit and get me off of you.” Asher let out a growl, thrashing in Antonio’s grip.

“Take some deep breaths and-”

“-SHUT THE FUCK UP!”

The gym fell silent, scared broken pets cringed and trainers grinned, oh, he was dead. Antonio immediately let go of Asher who spun back around, back pressed flat against the wall. He forced a smirk though, “What? Scared now? I-”

He was quickly cut off as Antonio’s fist drove into his cheek, knocking his face to the side. Asher collapsed to the ground, clutching his face in agony. Blood ran down from Asher’s nose, spreading all across his face and hand. Asher gasped.

He wasn't given a break as Antonio advanced towards him again. He shoved Asher fully on the ground and straddled his hips. One punch was sent, two punches. “Get off you fucker!!!!” Asher yelled, holding up his hands in an attempt to block the assaults. Antonio grabbed his wrists, pinning them above him and with his free hand tightly squeezing against his throat.

Asher let out a raspy wheeze as his airways were cut off, “G-eff, ‘ff.” Antonio chuckled, “I'm sorry, I can't quite hear you!” He squeezed tighter, “Speak up!” Asher struggled in Antonio’s grip, face turning purple, “ ‘lease!” Asher’s feet kicked violently as he could feel his heartbeat in his head.

“Come on Asher! Defence, c’mon. I'm your opponent, you have to get me off." Then it hit Asher, this was part of his test. He closed his eyes and thought of all the possibilities he had. Asher quickly dug his knee into Antonio’s side, expecting the man to get off of him. But all he heard was a chuckle.

“Good thinking, but come on! More power!” Asher let out a growl and shot up his knee once more. Antonio’s grip loosened and Asher yanked his hands back, his elbows colliding with Antonio’s head. Antonio fell backwards and Asher scrambled to his feet and this time he straddled Antonio’s hips. He landed blow after blow, feeling Antonio’s face move as his fist plummeted with Antonio’s face. He landed blow after blow, not caring about the blood coating his fists.

“Alright! S-stop mutt!” Antonio ordered. Asher ignored him. “Pedro! -fuck Pedro, get him the fuck off of me!” Pedro quickly rushed over and began trying to tear Asher off of Antonio. Two trainers came over and grabbed hold of Asher’s shoulders, dragging him backwards. Asher fought against his grip, “Let go off me you fuckers!!!” Antonio stood up and straightened out his clothes, gently brushing off the dust. He wiped the blood from his nose, “Pedro, get me the syringe.” Pedro nodded and ran out, soon returning with a syringe in his hand. The syringe was filled with some sort of clear liquid. This only made Asher struggle more, “Get that thing away from me or I swear I’ll rip your fucking head off!” Antonio chuckled, “Please, try to relax, it will only be a pinch!” Asher growled at how calm Antonio’s voice was, “Just a pinch, my ass!” Antonio chuckled, “Hm, I’ll pass on pinching your ass, mutt. Pedro, go ahead.” Asher fought more and more, “Listen! Just- just get away from me with that thing for a second!”

“Asher, darling, relax. You don't even know what it does!” Asher went to lunge at Antonio but the guards held him back, “No, but I know you! There's going to be some fucked up shit in that!”

Antonio chortled, “Mhmm, wise, very wise. Boys, come on, hold him still.”One of the guards roughly grabbed the back of Asher’s neck, making him tense up and go still, breathing uneasy. Pedro quickly stuck the syringe into Asher’s neck and gently pressed down on the plunger. Asher let out a cry as he felt the liquid travel through his veins.

Asher started to thrash until his body was suddenly starting to feel numb. He went to protest but as he went to step forward, his body sagged in the guards’ grip. Antonio stepped forward, Asher could just hear the smirk on his face which he couldn't see after his neck numbed and forced Asher to look down at the ground.

“Looks like you were wise in not trusting me, buddy.” He ruffled Asher’s hair, “This is a paralyzer, it won't last much longer but it will keep you quiet while I tell you about the rules. First of all, you need to drop that language. Rodger told me all about your cursing. But remember Danny boy, I have seen you broken. I have seen you begging on your knees in front of me.”

Asher was blinded by the anger that shot through him. He couldn't do anything. He couldn't punch him, couldn't clench his jaw, or ball his fists. He tried to growl but he couldn't. Antonio chuckled at his failed attempts, “Second of all, you will never attack me like that again. You only do so to your opponent or anyone I command you to attack. There will be punishments if you lose your match.”

Asher’s stomach churned, there he was hoping he could just not even try and make Rodger mad, but looks like that won’t be happening.

“Now, you have five more minutes left, and that should be worn off by then. Until then, sit tight.” The two other trainers dropped him to the ground and Asher fell to the ground instantly, not able to protect himself.

Antonio sat down beside him, “You know, I prefer you like this, it's a lot more… peaceful. No rage, no temper tantrums!” Asher managed to open his mouth but no words came. Antonio chortled, “You see, it's starting to wear away. Such a pity.”

After Asher could start to move his fingers, he eventually was able to sit up. When he spoke his voice was hoarse, “N’ver again.” Antonio looked at him, “What was that mutt?” Asher heaved in a breath, “Don't give me th’t again.” Antonio let out a laugh, “Are you ordering me? Anyway, it seemed to have controlled your anger! Now, we have half an hour left, let's get into proper training. Up.”

Asher rolled his eyes but quickly obeyed, holding on the wall to steady himself as his legs eventually got feeling back. They walked over to the punching bags. “Alright, pretend this is your opponent, go.” Asher pictured Rodger stupid face on that punching bag.

It went on for a while until Asher was awoken from his trance as finger clicked in front of him, “Hey! You still with me?” Asher looked back at Antonio with a confused look. “Ugh, I swear to god, you are getting on my nerves! That's the third time today!” Asher muttered an apology and went back to the punching bag.

“Jesus christ, your form is just terrible! Punch with a straight arm and punch like you mean it!” Asher was trying, he really was, but it was so hard. His body was still half numb from the paralyzer. But not his brain. Oh no no no, his brain felt like it was running on a treadmill at full speed.

He stopped punching and gave Antonio a tired look, “How much longer?” Antonio sighed and checked his watch, “Five minutes.” He looked Asher up and down and smiled, but this time, it was a nice smile, “C’mon, let’s get you a drink.”

He guided Asher over to a bench, “Stay here, I’ll be back in a second. Pedro, make sure no funny business happens, alright?” Pedro nodded and walked beside Asher, standing right by his side. They stayed there in silence until Antonio came back, paper cup in his hand, “Here ya go!”

Asher blinked multiple times and went to reach out for the cup but felt his mind get distant. He felt his eyes blur but somehow it felt… normal. His eyes focused on the wall to Antonio’s right. Antonio shoved the cup into Asher’s hand and clicked in front of Asher’s face again, making him suddenly drop his cup. He watched as the contents from the cup spilled everywhere.

His head shot up to Antonio, “I- I'm sorry!” Antonio shook his head and sighed, “Fucking hell, what’s wrong with you?! You got adhd or somethin’?!!?!” Asher gave him a confused look. “Ugh, never mind, I’ll talk to Rodger about it later. Pedro, clean up this mess! Asher, cmon, let’s get another cup.”

Asher’s heart suddenly lifted, “Th-thank you!!”

Five minutes later Rodger came back, “Antonio? What the fuck happened to you?!” Antonio chuckled, “It's alright, we all got it sorted, isn't that right, Asher?” Asher quickly nodded, making Rodger chuckle, “Wow, I haven't seen him be so quiet since… ever!” Antonio chortled and patted Asher’s back, pushing him forwards, “I’ll see him again on friday, we have a lot of work to do. Oh, and also, I’ll email his new diet, we need to get muscles on that boy! And lastly, I need to have a chat with you about something, but that can wait until Friday.”

Asher was tied to the front seat of the car and Rodger drove in silence for a while. Asher found himself nodding off and eventually let his eyes close and let his mind relax. Rodger resisted the urge to punch him and wake him with a fright. Asher looked too cute to wake up. No, not cute, relaxed…

The car pulled up outside of the house and Rodger sighed, looking at Asher once more. He quietly got out of the car and lifted Asher, carrying him inside and gently laying him down on his mattress. Rodger placed a blanket over the boy and smiled to himself, so peaceful. He slowly leaned down, swiping a strand of Asher’s hair away from his face and placed a kiss ever so lightly on his forehead, “Sleep tight my darling.”

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hidden-otaku-stuff · 4 years

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Suga, Atsumu, Akaashi, and Sakusa saving their S/O from traffic

Hey anon! I normally only take 3 characters for headcanon requests, but I decided to just go ahead and do all four this time. Please make sure to read my rules before making requests 😊

Word count: ~2k

AN: I may have gone slightly overboard with Atsumu’s but y’know. This is my first time writing for Sakusa and Suga though!

part 1: Tsukishima, Kuroo, Osamu saving their S/O from traffic

SUGAWARA

⭐ So, you and Suga have known each other for years

⭐ After all, you were Asahi’s younger sister

⭐ Both Suga and Daichi were very familiar with you

⭐ It was not surprise that after knowing you for so long, Suga caught feels

⭐ Suga liked that you had the same gentle temperament as your brother BUT you weren’t as “cowardly”

⭐ He enjoyed whenever you let loose and indulged in your wild side

⭐ Of course, the only people in the group who realised Suga had a crush were Kiyoko and Daichi

⭐ You and Asahi were hella oblivious I swear LMAO

⭐ Anyways, eventually Asahi catches Daichi and Suga talking and he’s like OMG SUGA HAS A THING FOR (NAME)???

⭐ But at the end of the day, he’s like, well Suga’s a nice guy

⭐ Of course, you and your brother were super close too!

⭐ Later that night, you end up accidentally confiding in your brother that you also had a thing for Suga

⭐ Leading to Asahi confessing for Suga that very moment

⭐ The next day at school, you go out of your way to avoid Suga because omg my crush LIKES ME BACK?!

⭐ Suga’s super sad and is like, why are they doing this?

⭐ Asahi’s awkwardly scratching his neck and is like, I may have said something

⭐ SO, Suga finds you at your house later that night, asks you out, and you’ve been dating ever since

⭐ At the time of the incident !

⭐ You join the rest of the third-years in going to the shrine for new years

⭐ By now, you and Suga have already been going strong for over a year

⭐ As you reach the bottom of the steps, a biker is speeding past

⭐ They all react simultaneously

⭐ Asahi is frozen, his heart is beating so loud he swears everyone could hear it

⭐ Daichi is lunging forward, ready to use his defensive volleyball skills to do something (though idk what would have helped in this situation)

⭐ Kiyoko’s eyes are wide

⭐ But Suga!! man is moving at lightning speed

⭐ Like he is on a MISSION and that is to protect the love of his life!

⭐ He grabs you by the waist, hoisting you back up onto the steps and pressing you against him

⭐ You blink, confused until you hear the biker ringing his bell, shouting apologies as he speeds along the path

⭐ “Y’know, that would’ve sucked to start the new year off like that” you chuckle, looking up at Suga

⭐ He chuckles too, nodding as he brushes your hair back

⭐ Pulling you up, y’all face the third years as they unfreeze and make their way towards you

⭐ (Name)!” -Asahi

⭐ “Suga!” -Daichi

⭐ “Are you guys okay?” -the goddess Kiyoko

⭐ After breathing a sigh of relief, Asahi’s doing that little clap thing he does when Nishinoya receives his serves in the commercial break

⭐ Asahi’s giving him that look that says “i owe you everything. you have saved her life. i give you my permission to marry her”

⭐ Suga’s just laughing and is like “i would’ve done that with or without your permission 💝 ”

ATSUMU

⭐ Honestly, this was an enemies-to-lovers, slow-burn situation

⭐ You were in the same friend groups after playing at the club together as children

⭐ He was hella STINGY! he did not like that you were a setter AND that Osamu would ask you to set for him sometimes out of spite

⭐ Anyways, that rivalry continued up until high-school

⭐ Unfortunately, right before high-school starts, you suffer from a critical injury and had to quit volleyball

⭐ Atsumu felt bad about it

⭐ Like though he saw you as a rival, it just wasn’t fair that you had to quit so early

⭐ SO! He offers you the next best thing

⭐ Being his manager!

⭐ You laughed in his face the first few times he offered because you’re like, are you just being petty right now?

⭐ But after a while (and after he’s asked you like 20 times) you finally accept the offer

⭐ Now that you guys are no longer rivals, and you’re around each other all the time, Atsumu is like wait a second, you’re kinda attractive

⭐ AND the fact that you talk volleyball to him!

⭐ You were roped into his late practices more often than he’d care to admit

⭐ Of course, as manager (and ex-rival), you’d give him tips on how to improve his serves and setting

⭐ At first, he was kinda salty when you gave him advice and kicked him out of the gym

⭐ But eventually (aka, after Osamu kicked his ass), he realised that you were doing it out of care!

⭐ Thus, he spiraled into full-on affection for you

⭐ On your end, you didn’t really care about Atsumu

⭐ You thought the rivalry was stupid

⭐ And like, the boy bullied you!! Because his twin liked how you set!

⭐ But after you stopped playing, you realised that he was just a dummy who lived-and-breathed volleyball

⭐ Proven by the early mornings and late nights at the gym

⭐ Eventually, his passion sparked something inside of you

⭐ Like although you couldn’t play anymore, it was really nice seeing this passion and it made you care more about the team

⭐ This translated into more hangouts with the team, and eventually Atsumu just hits you up out of nowhere like “we’re always together”

⭐ You: Yes and?

⭐ Atsumu: We might as well date?

⭐ You: LOL! ...sure

⭐ And that’s how y’all start dating!

⭐ AT THE TIME OF THE INCIDENT

⭐ you’re on-campus ridiculously early, waiting for the bus that’ll take you to Tokyo for nationals

⭐ Mid-yawn, you’re complaining about how a POWER HOUSE school has to take the bus all the way there

⭐ “Like, we’re the favorites to win!”

⭐ (you just hate being awake before the sun is)

⭐ The bus is arriving, and you step down off the curb to walk around the bus and start loading your stuf

⭐ Of course, Atsumu is ALSO dead tired and his brain short-circuits, thinking the bus is about to hit you

⭐ SO, he’s sprinting at you, throwing his food onto the ground (osamu is screeching behind him)

⭐ You turn, confused when a muscular body slams into you

⭐ Y’all both tumble down onto the concrete and you’re just like, Atsumu I’m going to kill you

⭐ Osamu is just like, not if I kill him first!

⭐ Atsumu’s just like, but! The bus! Was about to hit you?

⭐ Kita’s face-palming and is just like, the bus literally stopped 30 feet away from them

⭐ Suna’s cackling while he records this mess

⭐ Your boyfriend’s blushing and is just like, “well maybe I just wanted to be a hero for my boo”

⭐ NGL, it would’ve been sweet EXCEPT he crushed the bag of snacks you’d packed so you were pretty peeved

⭐ Leading to a sulking Atsumu

⭐ Once y’all are on the bus, you lean over and give him a kiss

⭐ He short-circuits again. “Aren’t you mad at me?”

⭐ You shake your head, “a little, but I can’t just refuse to give my hero his reward, right?”

⭐ Atsumu’s heart swells and he’s promising himself to always be your hero

AKAASHI

⭐ Alright, so y’all weren’t dating yet!

⭐ Nah, you were just a Fukurodani manager-in-training

⭐ But TBH, Akaashi had the biggest crush on you

⭐ He liked how responsible you were, and how you weren’t really overbearing and obnoxious like the other managers (and his captain but y’know)

⭐ Since he was the vice captain, the other managers trusted him to show you the ropes

⭐ (they’d also noticed the way y’all looked at each other and was tryna make their ship sail!)

⭐ ANYWAYS

⭐ This happens during that first two-weeked Tokyo training camp where Kageyama and Hinata are running late

⭐ SO, Akaashi and you had gone outside to get some fresh air and just to get away from the chaos of the team

⭐ Bokuto and Kuroo were both tryna rope him into some shenanigans, so you benevolently bailed him out and brought him outside to help you fill the bottles

⭐ Cue side-eyes and winks from the other managers to you both

⭐ Just as you’re making small talk, a screeching sound interrupts the conversation

⭐ WHOOP THERE’S SAEKO!

⭐ She barely manages to brake in front of you

⭐ But sweet Akaashi had already pulled you back into him, his back facing the car just in case he wasn’t fast enough

⭐ “Are you ok?” he asks, leaning back to scan your features

⭐ You nod, sheepish

⭐ Akaashi turns back to the driver, eyebrows raised

⭐ Saeko gets out of the car, apologising intensively

⭐ Of course, Hinata literally pukes when he gets out because he’s overwhelmed with everything that’s happened

⭐ Kageyama is like, uhm, can I just go play volleyball now pls?

⭐ After numerous apologies, Akaashi points them towards the gym and spirits you away to a bench

⭐ He keeps giving you water, an unreadable expression on his face

⭐ “Uhm, Akaashi? Are you ok?”

⭐ Akaashi just SIGHS, nodding

⭐ He fixes you with a hard stare, a slight tremour in his voice. “I’m sorry, (Name). I just...I don’t know what I would’ve done if something had happened to you”

⭐ You tilt your head. “I mean, I doubt that I would’ve died from that”

⭐ Akaashi chuckles, shaking his head slightly as he slots your fingers together. He squeezes your hand.

⭐ “Yeah, but my heart would have”

⭐ Y’all both get flusterd as heck!

⭐ Like, was that a CONFESSION?!

⭐ Turning back to ask, you get the answer in the form of him kissing your cheek

⭐ Akaashi short-circuits. You short-circuit. Did that really just happen?!

⭐ “So..does that mean we’re together or..”

⭐ And before Akaashi can respond, the rest of Fukurodani appears!

⭐ They heard what happened from Hinata (who cannot keep his mouth shut I swear)

⭐ As you’re both swarmed, you peek at Akaashi

⭐ Over the noise, he gives you a small smile, nodding

⭐ Your hearts are warm! Like finally!!

SAKUSA

⭐ TBH, I feel like Sakusa wouldn’t really care to find a partner

⭐ UNLESS, it is someone he grew up with and is very familiar with

⭐ So! Enter, Komori’s best friend

⭐ Sakusa and Komori were always together

⭐ You and Komori were always together

⭐ This made it very easy for you to get close to Sakusa!

⭐ He liked that you respected his space and desire for cleanliness

⭐ You always went out of your way to carry around extra face masks, wipes, and santisier just in case people got too close to him (and you)

⭐ Sakusa wouldn’t have made the first move though

⭐ UNLESS! He realised he was about to lose you

⭐ Which almost happened

⭐ You ended up not hanging out with the duo as much because of a school assignment

⭐ Coincidentally, Sakusa overheard one of his teammates talking about you and the other dude

⭐ The other dude had the biggest crush on you, and was going to ask you out after y’all were finished with the project

⭐ Of course, Sakusa was just like absolutely not

⭐ Right after practice, Sakusa went to go look for you only to find you walknig towards the gym

⭐ “Oh hey Sakusa!”

⭐ “Call me Kiyoomi”

⭐ “Ok Kiyoo- wait what?!”

⭐ Your eyes went wide

⭐ His heart stuttered, why were you so cute?!

⭐ “I mean, you would call your boyfriend by his first name, right?”

⭐ “B-boyfriend?!?!”

⭐ Komori appears, throwing his arm over your shoulder to Sakusa’s disgust. “I think this is how Sakusa’s tryna confess to you, (Name)”

⭐ Sakusa just nods stiffly, pulling out some wipes

⭐ Heat sweeps over you as you awkwardly nod, “oh! Sure, Kiyoomi”

⭐ Sakusa was grateful that the mask covered his face because boy was BLUSHING

⭐ SO! At the time of the incident~

⭐ You had gone with Sakusa to the training center for the Tokyo Training Camp

⭐ Komori had already gone without y’all

⭐ You were from around the area, and were going to go visit your family for the week

⭐ (It was also a chance for you to introduce Sakusa to your family after he finished up with the training camp)

⭐ Anyways, you’d just dropped Sakusa off, waving goodbye to him as you turn to walk off

⭐ There was a loud honking noise

⭐ Some dude was trying to park and was being SO RUDE to you as you were walking through the lot

⭐ You turn to face the car, only to have your arm yanked out of its socket as someone leads you away

⭐ “Whah?!”

⭐ Your eyes follow the arm, finding Sakusa on the other end

⭐ “Weren’t you supposed to be warming up?!”

⭐ “You forgot something”

⭐ He finally stops as you reach the sidewalk

⭐ Your brows furrow. “What did I forget?”

⭐ Suddenly pulling his mask down, he presses a kiss to your forehead

⭐ “That”

⭐ Whirling around, Sakusa stalks back to the training center, blushing brightly as he realises what he had done

⭐ Your hand is touching the spot where he’d kissed you, your heart beating fast

⭐ “Holy cr*p” you whisper

⭐ “oh my god” Sakusa mutters

⭐ “Why are you blushing?”

⭐ “Shut up Komori”

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belit0 · 3 years

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Hey! I just found ur blog and I’m liking it, could I request something of Indra x reader smut in which they’re sparring and reader is pretty good, almost as good as him, and Indra has always liked her and she teases him and then he goes all dominant and smut ensues

Your relationship with Indra has always been different in an indecipherable way. All the students of the future heir of Ninshu were trained by him with rigor and hardness, hoping to form valuable warriors capable of defending their lives in the future. But when it comes to you, the way the Ōtsutsuki has to transmit his knowledge is… uncomfortable.

Unable to understand when the relationship with your Sensei changed so much, you start trying to go back over your memories. You have been appointed to Indra’s command since you were both just children, and as infants, your bond reached the rank of a beautiful friendship. However, as the years went by, that had changed.

With every ounce of respect that Indra gained in his person, the innocence he once carried as a toddler was lost. Was that why he barely came around to correct your mistakes? He showed no difficulty in directing degrading glances at less skilled students when they failed, but in your direction, there was never even a quick glance. It was like being a ghost in front of his crimson eyes.

And it was painful to admit that perhaps, as he ascended in his position within the clan, and was soon to take up his position as a leader, he no longer wanted to associate with people from lower branches like you. After all, the only one you saw wailing around him was Ashura, and occasionally his Father.

But an undeniable determination ran through your veins every time you managed to execute one of his techniques in the same way he showed them. In front of the whole group of Indra’s students, you were the best at replicating his fire techniques and his close combat against another adversary. Satisfaction and pride flooded your chest as, one after the other, your opponent’s fell in front of you unable to match your skill.

And just when you thought your Sensei would finally recognize your talent… Indra was already leaving the scene, ignoring your wonderful display of strength, turning his back on you in the most offensive way a mentor can offer. If you were a weak woman, you would have shed tears every time the Ōtsutsuki refused to acknowledge your power, but your predicament does not know surrender.

This is how you decided to act. Indra was once one of your best friends, and although he would be your greatest superior in the future, today he still didn’t have absolute power over the clan. An intervention on the man was the first thing that came to your mind when you thought about your options to get answers.

One cloudy day, which promised a potential storm, you watched your Sensei walk out the gates of the village into the hills, just as he would do every day after his responsibilities. A routine that you knew very well. With dissimulation and light step, you followed him to his destination, without revealing your presence. Keeping a few meters behind him, you slipped through the upper branches of the trees, where the leaves perfectly reconciled your presence. With the stealth of your excellent ability, you watched as Indra began to practice his best skills. A smile appeared on your face when you noticed that you were able to execute them almost like him.

After half an hour, you noticed how your teacher relaxed within, what he believed, was the privacy of his training. Unaware of your presence, Indra stretched out his body, positioned himself in a less murderous pose and continued with his routine. You knew it was time to make your move.

Jumping without warning from your hideout, you landed hard on the forest floor, just as a flash of lightning illuminated the sky above you both. The man turned his face towards you just to watch the moment when your fist struck his face with overwhelming power. Faced with the surprise attack, the Ōtsutsuki flew back a few meters, until impacting with a tree trunk, where his body was embedded within the wood.

Fire engulfed your being as you saw your complete strategy, and the first of your long list of complete points. You would prove to your mentor that you were worthy of his attention and wisdom, and more importantly, you would beat up your best friend for behaving like an idiot with you.

“[Y/N]… what… the fuck… WAS… THAT!?” Indra grunted from his landing place, holding his face with one hand, while with the other he pushed himself off the wood to stand on his feet again.

"I am tired of your bullshit… Indra-Sama. I’m here to prove my worth to you.”

A scandalous thunderclap rumbled in the heights of the cloudy sky, which was turning blacker every second.

"I don’t need you to prove anything. Go home.”

The distance between you two was still great, as the man stood still in his place after being freed from the nature that had caught up him. He wiped his nose with the sleeve of his clothes, as your blow severely injured it. It is probably broken, but you will not pity him until he admits your value.

"Enough of that!”

“Enough of what?”

“What have I done to deserve your hatred, Indra? Why can’t you even look at my face when it’s your damn duty?”

“…[Y/N]… no… I don’t hate you.”

“Don’t fill your mouth with lies that you won’t be able to keep later, because I assume that if I leave now, everything will be the same when you return to the village.”

"Stop talking to me like that! Have you forgotten that I am your superior?”

"Until you deign to put your conflict with me into words, I will not see you as one! You may accuse me to your Father if you wish, but it will not change my resolve!”

The first drops of rain fell from the sky, weeping at the conflict between the two old friends.

“…I…I can’t [Y/N]…just drop it.”

“Fight with me Indra.”

“What?”

“ FIGHT ME!” At your battle cry and in the rain now present, you shortened the distance between you and the Ōtsutsuki, going towards him at full speed. Wielding a kunai in your skillful hand, you decided not to leave him any room for doubt.

Indra was forced to quickly evade your attack by jumping to the nearest tree branch. You mercilessly followed him, initiating your own pursuit of enemies.

“WHAT’S WRONG, INDRA?! STOP SHOWING ME YOUR ASS, I DIDN’T MEAN TO FIND OUT THAT YOU LIKE SUCH THINGS! FIGHT ME YOU COWARD.”

“STOP THIS NOW [Y/N] YOU STUPID IDIOT”

“OH, I TOUCHED A SORE SPOT? WHO IS THE LUCKY MAN INDRA-SAMA! WHEN IS THE WEDDING INDRA-SAMA!”

“I’M GOING TO FUCK YOU UNTIL YOUR LITTLE BRAIN IS FRIED, YOU FUCKING WOMAN.”

There, the moment of distraction that Indra needed to turn the game around. He disappeared in front of your eyes while you were still chasing, to appear behind you and kick your lower back. You flew from the height of the tree you were standing on and landed with your stomach on the wet grass of the forest.

You turned on your back trying to regain your battle stance in order to meet Indra, who was standing over you with each foot at the side of your body. With his ankles, he squeezed the sides of your waist to prevent you from moving from the ground. When you tried to get up, pushing your torso up to hit his legs, or hopefully his groin, your Sensei fell on top of you. Straddling your body to prevent you from escaping, he held your wrists over your head so you couldn’t hit him.

The rain fell violently on your face, and the man lined up his head with yours to keep the water out of your eyes. With an angry grunt at the disadvantageous position you were in, you heard him speak.

“Stop it, right now.”

“NO!”

“[Y/N] IT’S AN ORDER”

His tone had suddenly changed. His intimidating red eyes were stuck inside yours, a frightening sensation you had forgotten. Those orbs have an unknown power, and being so close to them was overwhelming. Something you haven’t experienced since you were a child. In the face of the situation, your courage momentarily abandoned its cause, and pursuing your goal became more complicated under that commanding figure.

“…Indra… talk to me…”

“What do you want me to say…”

“An explanation wouldn’t be bad."

The only noise that filled the silence between the two of you was that of the drops on to nature. The man seemed to be looking for words to start a new sentence, and you decided not to push or play with your luck.

"What do you want me to say [Y/N]… That I had to stay away from you because your presence took me away from my responsibilities? That I cannot have you as my student because I would not bear the thought of seeing you fight for your life in a war? That I cannot look into your eyes because I get lost inside you? Or that having you under me right now, with wet clothes sticking to your body outline, is making it hard for me to think…”

"Ind-dra-a…”

In response to his statement, the Ōtsutsuki leaned over you even more, almost joining his forehead with yours for a few centriments. Breaths brushing against each other, the man slid his hands from your wrists to your ribs, caressing the inside of your arms and the side of your body, as well as the mound of your breasts on the fabric of your clothes.

“Say my name correctly.”

“…Indra-Sama…”

“You know how hard it takes me not to assault your mouth every time you utter those words in public. Repeat it.”

“Indra-Sama…”

His hands went through your stomach, feeling the rain water accumulated on your body. Taking his time, he slowly brushed your breasts, without paying much attention, and placed one hand on your neck, while the other pressed against your cheek.

He exerted a little pressure, while his thumb massaged your lower lip, gently caressing you in an affectionate manner. Poking his finger into your cavity, he commanded:

“Bite [Y/N]"

Without hesitation you obeyed. At the sensation of your teeth, a grunt escaped the man’s lips, and more pressure was deposited in your throat. The gesture did not go unnoticed by your attention, and a hot tickle attacked your belly under Indra’s weight. With your hands now free, you lifted one, and tangled it in the soaked mane of the Ōtsutsuki above you. You pulled his hair a little, forcing him to lean back slightly.

"Are you trying to play dirty? What a bad apprentice… maybe it’s time for a punishment.”

In a surprise move, he took possession of your body and your movements. He laid you back on your stomach, and opening your legs with his knees, joined your groins. Despite the barrier that existed thanks to the wet clothes you both wore; you could feel something definitely hard in contact with the source of your heat.

With one hand he held your head to the ground and with the other he painfully grabbed your waist. He brought his mouth close to your ear and whispered erotically, while an intimate massage was given to your womanhood with his dressed limb.

"Moan for me [Y/N], I want to hear you.”

Again, you did not hesitate to follow his orders. The moans were trapped in your throat from before thanks to his stimuli in any form. When the sound reached Indra, everything escalated quickly.

This was not the end you had in mind for your ambush of Indra, but you had no reason to oppose the results you had achieved.

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patriciasage · 3 years

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Dawn Patrol

Author: Patricia_Sage

Fandom: The Adventure Zone - Balance

Summary:

Magnus blushes and he looks at Taako with stars in his eyes. He looks at Taako the way Barry probably looks at Lup. And Barry realizes how fucking stupid he’s been.

[a Stolen Century story - Barry thinks Magnus is flirting with Lup. He's wrong.]

posted in full under the break but you can find me on A03!!

Barry Bluejeans has a crush on Lup the moment he sees her on his first day with the I.P.R.E., but he falls completely and permanently in love with her around Cycle 10.

He speaks the mongoose language with her and Taako like they’re a secret club, and her soft, mischievous smile makes his heart flutter. Barry and Lup combine their expertise of science and arcana, respectively, staying up late into the night drawing diagrams on the Starblaster’s wall. She tells him about her childhood, about how she views the world. She’s vulgar, bold, impulsive, but also incredibly soft and sweet. She remembers what he likes and doesn't like to eat. They play fetch together in Puppy Town and that��s the first time Barry imagines her as his wife. He tells his brain to slow the fuck down; they’ve only known each other for a decade.

When Taako dies for his first time in Cycle 12, Lup prefers to spend nights with Barry in his lab, curled up in his desk chair. Barry gladly provides his company and cozy blankets to her in solace, and she barely leaves his side that year. It’s nice to spend so much time with her, but it also hurts him to see her so sad and trying so hard to hide it. When Taako materializes next to her on the deck as they speed away from another consumed world, she hugs her twin for at least two full minutes, and Barry resolves to do his best to protect her…and protect her heart.

Barry thinks he might have a chance. After all, they are a crew of seven, and one of them is her brother. He figures that Lup might want him, even if it’s just for a night (and although he wants more with her, so much more, he would take anything she offers). But it seems he’s not the only one carrying a flame for Lup.

Magnus Burnsides is a huge, handsome, kind young man who has never half-assed anything in his life. So, when he begins to flirt with Lup it’s pretty obvious. He’s constantly showing off, doing ridiculous and dangerous things to impress her. He attempts to learn more about elf culture and magic, talking animatedly to Lup and Taako while they cook supper. He’s courteous, charming, and brave in ways that Barry could never mold himself.

Magnus also notices how Taako’s death affected his sister, and he seems to make the same resolution as Barry. From that day forward, Magnus always has Taako’s back, even going so far as to put himself in danger to protect the wizard. In Cycle 16, Taako is retrieving the Light of Creation and sets off a trap. Before Barry can even react, Magnus leaps forward and pushes the elf out of the way. Magnus is impaled by six spears. When the fighter appears on the Starblaster with his signature black eye months later, Taako punches him hard in the arm. “Don’t do that again, you big idiot!” There's a stone in Barry's stomach as Lup kisses Magnus on the cheek and quietly thanks him.

Compared to Magnus, Barry feels small and boring and incapable.

It’s not even possible to hate Magnus, though, because he’s so damn hospitable. Instead, Barry resigns himself to the fact that Lup will likely choose the fighter over him. He enjoys her company, tries to keep everyone out of trouble, and finds contentment in this seemingly endless time with his new family.

The Beach World on Cycle 21 is a welcome reprieve. They find the light very early and everyone just relaxes for once. Even Merle enjoys himself as he recovers in the med bay; the others visit him often and begrudgingly help him work on his book of poetry. Davenport practices self-care, Lucretia gets lost in her art, and Taako learns how to surf. But things aren’t too leisurely because Magnus decides he’s going to “train” them to be ready for surprise attacks.

Barry is sitting on the beach next to Lup one hot morning. She’s lying on her back on their beach blanket with a large, floppy hat covering her eyes. She’s resting her arms under her head, telling Barry about a festival her aunt took her to when she was a kid. Barry is trying very hard not to be completely distracted by the sight of her armpit hair, her stylish bathing suit, and her beautiful, brown skin shining in the sun. Barry, in contrast, is sitting under a huge umbrella, wearing a white T-shirt, jean shorts, and a thick layer of sunscreen.

Suddenly, a huge shadow covers the sun and a loud voice shouts, “Magnus!”

Barry yelps and drops his glass of lemonade on the blanket. Magnus sinks to his knees in the sand so he’s eye-to-eye with the scientist. “You gotta be ready, Bluejeans. Anywhere, anytime.” He smiles over Barry’s shoulder. “I didn’t get you at all, did I?”

Lup has lifted up her hat a little to look at them, but her relaxed position is unchanged, unbothered. She smirks, “You’re going to have to do better than that, Burnsides.”

Magnus winks. “Challenge accepted.” Barry feels like a jellyfish blob on the sand between them.

And then Magnus takes off his shirt.

It takes all of Barry’s self-control not to throw himself into the ocean and let himself drown. Magnus has these ridiculous broad shoulders, an even patch of hair across his chest, and his stomach protrudes over his waistband only slightly in that sexy way. His skin is browned and freckled from long days in the sun and his ridiculous biceps flex as he throws his shirt on the blanket next to them. Barry, in contrast, is a pale potato of a man.

He’s ready to get up and leave them to their flirting when Magnus speaks up. “Well, see ya later!”

Magnus hands Barry his now empty lemonade glass and then stands up, brushing sand off of his hairy legs. He sprints across the beach until he’s met with the resistance of the water, making a huge splash. “Hey! Taako!”

Caught up in conversation with Lup, Barry had forgotten about the wizard. Taako is sitting on his surfboard, floating on large but gentle waves about thirty feet away from shore. He’s retying his long blonde hair up into a messy bun. “Hey, big guy. What’s crackin?”

“Just doing some training, you know?”

“Yeah, you got Barry good.”

“How’s surfing today?”

“It’s going off. I’ve only been in the soup a few times but that was early in the morning. Dawn patrol, am I right?”

Magnus laughs. “Yeah, for sure.” Taako has been almost creating his own language at this point.

Beside Barry, Lup snorts. “What the fuck does that even mean?” she says. “Magnus shouldn’t encourage him like that but, eh, you know how he is with Taako.”

“How he –” Barry looks back over at the fighter and it’s like a crisp breath of air enters his lungs. Magnus has sat himself on the sand with his feet in the water. He rests his chin on his hand and watches Taako prepare to carve another wave. Magnus cheers when the wizard stands on the board and laughs when Taako falls into the water. Taako’s long hair is out of its bounds again, cascading over his bare, dark shoulders. As he climbs onto his surfboard, he flips Magnus off. Magnus blushes.

Magnus blushes and he looks at Taako with stars in his eyes. He looks at Taako the way Barry probably looks at Lup. And Barry realizes how fucking stupid he’s been.

Magnus hasn’t been flirting with Lup. Barry has only seen him flirt when they’re both with Lup and Lup is with Taako. And Barry was so immersed in his own insecurity that he didn’t stop to actually observe what was going on around him. Some scientist he is.

At the end of the day, Barry watches Magnus offer to carry Taako’s surfboard back to the cabin. Taako, forever dramatic, convinces Magnus to carry him back as well. It doesn’t take much convincing. Barry looks at Magnus’s pleased and flustered expression with Taako latched onto his back, complaining, and Barry internally ridicules himself for being so dense.

A few days later, Barry asks Taako to teach him to swim. They work on it every morning for a few weeks. It’s brutal in the beginning – Barry flounders whenever he tries to go horizontal and Taako has a tendency to point and laugh rather than help. But they both get better at it and soon they have an amicable and productive routine. Barry goes from indiscriminately splashing to a solid doggy paddle to an almost front crawl. And Taako claps and coos at him like a proud mother.

On the last day of their morning swimming lessons, Barry thanks him and gets up the courage to have an honest discussion. “There have been times where I haven’t been able to hang out with everybody because y’all go swimming and there are times where there’s people I, like, you know, want to hang out with and I just haven’t been able to do it and that’s not a good look and it makes me look like a big nerd and I um… It’s just that— I just, like— I don’t know. It’s… Never mind, it’s stupid. Thanks for teaching me how to swim.”

“Who are you afraid of looking silly in front of?” Taako asks. They’re both standing waist-deep in the water and Barry tries to make his anxiety dissolve. Taako’s approval means the absolute world in this situation.

“I look up to Lup a lot…” he admits.

And Taako is graciously chill. He places his hand on the scientists’ shoulder comfortingly and speaks with rare seriousness. “Barry, you’re locked in and this wave’s crashing all around you, my man, and I— I don’t begrudge you anything. You know, we’ve lost a lot, uh, and there’s a lot more we might lose...but the one thing we do have is the thing that people in love rarely ever have enough of – and it’s time.” This is a side to Taako that he doesn’t show often, someone genuine and wise and openly affectionate.

The wizard’s words echo in his head often – “You got all the time in the world, my man.”

Barry is feeling relieved and grateful as he walks from the beach that day with his sunhat on. Lup will tease him about his sunburn but it will be worth it to be able to swim with her. As he reaches the part of the beach where sand transforms into foliage, something stops him in his trek – the sight of a hulking figure sitting on a rock. It’s Magnus. “Is this another training thing?” Barry asks cautiously as he approaches.

Magnus doesn’t look up. He seems dejected. “No, it’s not. I’m just thinking.”

“Um,” Barry fidgets with the string on his swim trunks. “You alright? What’s going on?”

“I dunno, you tell me, Barry!” Magnus says, gesticulating with his large hands. “What’s going on with these morning swimming sessions?”

Magnus looks disappointed and self-conscious; a combination Barry is very familiar with. He has to remind himself to close his mouth.

Magnus Burnsides is jealous of Barry Bluejeans.

Barry begins to laugh. This just makes Magnus’s cheeks turn red and his eyebrows furrow even more. “Fine, okay, you don’t need to –”

“No, no,” Barry interrupts, approaching the fighter. He places his hand on Magnus’s huge bicep. “Magnus, I don’t know how to - … Okay. You don’t need to worry about me.”

“I’m not worried. You’re a good guy. It’s fine. I just thought that maybe…” Magnus shakes his head, and his expression clears. “I asked him if he could teach me to surf and he said he was too busy teaching you to swim so I guess I was just disappointed because I really wanted to…learn how to surf.”

“Magnus. Taako doesn’t want to…swim with me. And I only asked Taako to teach me because I wanted to swim with Lup.” Magnus looks up at him with hopeful dark eyes. “I really want to swim with Lup. I think I want to swim with Lup for the rest of my life.” Barry chuckles. “For a long time, I thought you wanted to swim with Lup!”

Magnus lets out a startled laugh of his own. “No, I… I want to, uh, swim with Taako. But I’m not sure he wants to swim with me.”

“Well, he doesn’t want to swim with old Barry, that’s for sure.” Barry shrugs. “I can ask Lup, maybe? She’ll know.”

Magnus stands up from the rock. His shoulders are relaxed now. “No, it’s okay. I think he needs more time. I’ll ask him myself one day.”

The Beach World is a gift they didn’t know they needed. They grow closer as a family. Lucretia commemorates it through portraiture. Lup and Taako continue to be firecrackers, burning bright, loud, and dangerous. And Barry and Magnus continue to stare with stars in their eyes.

Merle, Lucretia, and Davenport make bets.

In Cycle 25, Merle wins.

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serzhantkris · 4 years

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Rebel Yell- 4

Summary: Let’s get something straight: he does not love you. He knows that for sure, because he doesn’t want to scream at you and he doesn’t want to get married, and that’s the only things he knows for sure about people who are in love. And he was doomed to kiss with his fists and scream and be angry and blame everyone but himself for the rest of his life. So, no. Billy did not love you. Billy Hargrove x Hopper!Reader

Word Count: ~1900

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The sun was setting behind the trailer when the purr of the Camaro echoed through the surrounding trees. The screen door rattles in the frame as it slams behind you. Smoke pours from the muffler and the driver’s side window, both swirling into the dying daylight. Your boots scuff in the dirt as you walk to the car, watching Billy as he flicks his cigarette to the ground.

Bending down, you look in the passenger window. Billy grins at you from under his sunglasses, flashing white teeth with a pink tongue caught between them. Yanking open the door, you slide onto the leather seats.

“Hey,” you breathe, still half-way through pulling on your jacket. Billy shifts into drive before the door even slams shut, wheels spitting dust into the air as he pulls onto the road.

“Nice skirt,” he says, eyes trailing over your form as you roll down your window. “You like scary movies?”

Your brow shoots up. “What kind? We talkin’ Halloween or Rosemary’s Baby? ‘Cause that demonic shit freaks me right the fuck out.”

Billy laughs, not hiding the amusement when his nose scrunches up and cheeks burst. “Don’t worry, I’ll protect you.” He flashes a wink at you, adjusting his grip on the wheel.

Humming under your breath, your reflection grins back at you from the side mirror. Watching the flashes of green and brown as Hawkins passes, your hands grip the window and you lean out, just enough to see the sun disappear over a hill. Turning back to Billy, the soft glow of dying light on your face, your heart jumps when you caught him looking at you. His eyes flicker over your back, down to the hem of your skirt and back up to your face.

“Hey, Billy,” you hum. “How fast does your baby go?”

Music burst from the seams of the Camaro, filling every curved inch of leather and hard plastic that lines the inside. Billy’s hands beat down on the steering wheel, his right foot heavy as he sped down the dirt roads, blowing up dust behind the Camaro as he turned corners sharply, the tires squealing. The grin plastered to his face never faltered, not even as he swiveled on a particularly hard turn.

You were still half-way out the window, holding yourself up and screaming into the wind. A whooping hollar fell out of Billy’s throat as he went up a hill, the car coming just off the road as he kept shooting forward. The laughter in your throat vanished with the whipping wind as blue and red lights spread across the field, illuminating your face as you whipped around to see the police car trailing after the Camaro.

You fell back into the seat as Billy slowed down the car, a hard expression on his face. He had turned the music down, the sound a soft murmur between you.

Shit. Billy closed his eyes, resting his head back against the headrest. Shit shit shit-

In the rear view mirror, he catches sight of the officer making his way toward the Camaro. He’s eyeing it, the way he might if the car was out on a lot with a price tag on it. He stops at the window, leaning down to look into the car. Billy’s eyes scan the lines in his face, the dark grey-streaked goatee.

“Drivin’ awful fast there, kid.”

Billy sits up a little straighter, hands clenching the steering wheel. A voice in the back of his head tells him to be pleasant, to smile and nod. Respect and responsibility.

Tentatively, you lean toward the window, smiling sheepishly. “Hi, Daddy.”

Jim’s eyes flickered from Billy’s face to yours, his face falling when he realizes it’s you sitting in the passenger’s seat.

“Y/N,” he warns. “The hell do you think you’re doing hanging out the car window like that? You tryin’ to get yourself killed?”

“I know, I’m sorry, I won’t do it anymore.”

Jim’s eyes flicker back to Billy. Billy forces a tight smile, red crawling over his face. “Who’s this?”

“This is Billy, Dad.”

“Does Billy,” Jim flashes an equally tight smile at the younger man, “have a last name?”

Billy swallows hard. “Hargrove, sir.”

“Hargrove,” Jim mumbles, brows tugging together. “I don’t know that one. What street?”

“Cherry... Sir.”

“Dad,” you interject, dropping the sweet smile. “No interrogating my date. We’re gonna be late for our movie.”

“You’d be later if you crashed and didn’t make it at all.” Jim shoots you a glare, but stands up and gives Billy another cautionary look.

“Okay, Dad. I promise we’ll be careful, can we please go now?”

“No more speeding,” Jim warns, pointing at Billy. “If you do, I’ll find out. And get her home by ten.”

“Dad.”

“And wear your seatbelt, both of you.”

“Yes, sir.” Billy keeps his hands on the wheel as Jim tucked his fingers into his belt loops and moved back toward his jeep.

The flashing lights turn off, leaving the road dark and quiet as the jeep pulls back onto the road. It stops next to the Camaro, the windows rolled down as Jim leans closer. “Ten o’clock, young lady. And keep your ass in that seat.”

The jeep headlights grow smaller and smaller, and Billy finally lets out a deep breath when they disappear. “Your dad.” His teeth are clenched, eyes closing as the tension lets out of his shoulders. “Is a cop?”

“Um- no?” You purse your lips, embarrassed. “He’s the… Chief of Police.”

“Jesus,” Billy breathes, his head back against the seat, eyes trained on the ceiling of the car. “Jesus, Y/N, you could have warned me.”

Billy turned to look at you, annoyed, but his face softened at the sight of you trying not to smile. His lips twitched, unable to suppress the relief bubbling up in his chest. You started to laugh first, filling the car with the beautiful sound, and Billy doesn’t hold back his laughter anymore either.

The Twilight Drive-In is packed, cars almost mirror-to-mirror. Billy fiddles with the radio station as he finds a parking spot at toward the back of the lot, turning the volume down and rolling the windows up. He licks his lips as he reaches for the door handle, glancing up to where the opening credits have started. “Do you want anything?”

You shake your head, smiling softly as he throws the door open and clamors out. He’s only gone a minute, returning with two glass bottles in his hand. Climbing back into the seat, he pops off both caps with the keychain dangling from the ignition before passing one to you. With a quiet thanks, you sip at the bubbly soda and turn your focus on the screen.

It’s quiet for a solid three minutes, the theme of the movie filling the silence between you and Billy, before he scoffs under his breath. “This is stupid.”

“You don’t like it?”

“Not the movie,” Billy rolls his eyes, taking a drink from his soda. “Just…”

Billy sighs and runs a hand down his face. This is a first for him, and expressing to you what’s going through his head when he doesn’t even know what he’s thinking proves to be a challenge.

“Going to the movies,” he says, resting the bottle on his knee. “For a first date.”

“Every first date I’ve been on has been to the movies,” you say. Billy nods.

“Yeah. Me, too. And it’s stupid, isn’t it?”

“Why’s it stupid?”

His fingers drum in the side of the bottle, licking up the condensation. “Normally, if I take a girl to the movies, it’s so we can screw around in the back in peace.”

You wrinkle your nose. “And telling me this is how you plan to woo me back there?”

“No,” he bites, rolling his eyes. “I just mean- Like, the point of movies is to sit and, I don’t know, not talk. But how are you supposed to get to know somebody if all you do is stare at a screen?”

“Or romp in the back seat?”

“Exactly.”

The movie keeps playing, and both of you stare forward, but it’s become less interesting now. Your brain seems slowed down, trying to piece together why it mattered to Billy whether the two of you had a conversation. “Billy, can I be honest with you?”

He takes a drink, catching the drops on his lips with his tongue.

“I was a hundred percent prepared for us to get here and you to ask me to hop in the back with you,” you sigh, hands picking at the hem of your skirt. “What do you care if we talk to each other or not?”

The way his blue eyes are trained on you, it’s hard to sit still. There’s something about the aggressive way they stare at you, soaking in the image of you fidgeting in your seat, that puts you on edge. His jaw works back and forth, tumbling words around in his mouth before he swallows thickly. “I told you I wanna know you.”

“But not- not in that way?”

His cheek flexes. “I mean, yeah-” his shoulders are tense, and he’s looking out the windshield at the little monsters crawling on the screen. “But not just that way.”

There’s something about you that Billy can’t pinpoint on a map. Most girls, every girl that’s been in the same seat you are, they were easy. In more than one way. Billy could flash that smile and they’d be on their knees under the steering wheel in a heartbeat. Then he’d take them home and completely forget who they were and where they lived not five minutes after he sped off.

But when you got in the car, making jokes, telling him to drive fast and laughing; every intention he’d had when he pulled up to that dinghy trailer was wiped away. He didn’t just want to lift up your skirt, but your smile too- and he wanted to remember where you lived and what your name was and what your chapstick tasted like.

“I think,” you say, after a moment of silence left the both of you staring at the screen again. “Maybe people go to the movies on a first date so they have something to talk about afterward. Like, maybe that movie is the only thing they have in common.”

“If that’s the case,” Billy shifts in his seat, dangling the glass bottle and watching the way it catches the glow coming through the windshield. “What even is the point? Why go out with someone when you’re just gonna talk for twenty minutes then sit in awkward silence, staring at each other until one of you decided they’ve had enough?”

“Silence isn’t always awkward,” you say. “Sometimes it’s nice. Sometimes it’s right.”

“What?”

It’s quiet a moment, Billy looking at you, looking at the way the lights make your eyes sparkle, the way you smile softly to yourself as you purposefully let it be silent and Billy thinks, you’re right. It isn’t always awkward.

“That’s how you know you found someone special. When you can just… shut the fuck up for a minute and enjoy each other.”

Billy smiles that crooked grin. You look at him, at the curl that falls away from the rest and dangles on his forehead and the uneven fold of his jacket collar. And you both shut the fuck up for a minute.

Headlights began to dot the dark lot like shooting stars as they wove out of their spaces toward the gated entrance. Billy reached into his pocket, pulling out two cigarettes, waiting for most of the crowd to clear away. He lit them both, passing one to you.

“Alright, Hopper,” he says, turning his head to blow the smoke out his window. “Tell the new guy where’s the best place for a milkshake.”

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duker42 · 5 years

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💜The Mistake💜 Levi x Reader

***********Adult Language**********

Levi was just about to knock on the Commander’s door when he heard sobbing coming from inside the office. The door was opened slightly and his grey eyes went cold in fury at the scene before him.

His fiancé (Y/N) was sitting on the couch with a shirtless Erwin, being held tightly in his embrace as she cried. “Erwin, he’s going to hate me! I don’t know how I’m going to tell him!” She sobbed. “(Y/N) I will go with you to tell him, you don’t have to do it alone” Erwin soothes her as he rubbed her back. “No, I can’t have that. It will just make him more angry.” She replied.

*Slam*

The door bounces open with force causing them to spring apart in surprise. “How angry am I supposed to be when I find out that you are fucking the Commander?” Levi growls as he takes a menacing step into the office. “Levi! NO! It’s not what you think” (Y/N) cries as as she jumps to her feet.

“Save it. I have no interest in your lies. What’s wrong? A mere Captain was no longer good enough? You figured you could fuck your way into a promotion?” He spits out in fury.

“Levi! You are out of line!” Erwin shouts as (Y/N) gasps in pain, as if he has struck her.

“It’s Captain, Commander. You lost the right to call me Levi when you decided to sleep with (Y/N). As for you,” he turns his icy gaze to (Y/N) “I expect your belongings to be out of my room in an hour” he spins around and storms out of room.

“Hey! What just happened?” Hanji asked as she emerged from Erwin’s private kitchen. She rushes over to (Y/N) with the glass of water she was fetching and guides the crying woman back down to the couch. Erwin runs a hand through his hair and responded “The idiot mistook the situation and decided (Y/N) and I were....” he trails off blushing. “Oh shit” Hanji whispered.

“Hanji, you CAN’T tell Levi I’m pregnant!” (Y/N) cries. “He won’t believe anything we say right now”

*Time Skip*

Levi slams into his rooms, still worked up in a rage. He ran laps and beat the shit out of half the cadets in hand to hand combat and still couldn’t get a handle on his emotions. ‘I need to know why she did this’ he thinks as he heads toward the door leading to their bedroom. He opens the door and stops.

She’s gone. Everything she added to the bedroom, the pictures of the two of them, the shitty flowers he complained about but secretly love, gone. Her clothes and brushes and stupid little bottles in the bathroom were missing. It was as if she hadn’t lived here with him for the past 2 years. The room was cold and without joy, just like the raven haired man who was in it.

“Shit.”

*Time Skip*

The past two weeks had been miserable for every one in HQ. The Captain was a walking tyrant, doling out punishments for talking, laughing or even smiling. (Y/N) resembled a ghost. Never looking up without tears in her eyes, not speaking unless absolutely necessary, skipping all meals in the Mess Hall and not attending training. Whispers around HQ were running rampant, but no one could quite figure out what was going on.

Hanji busts into Levi’s office “Shorty! You have to listen..”

“GET THE FUCK OUT SHITTY-GLASSES! I am not listening to anything you have to say!” He yells as he launches a paper weight towards the door. She ducks out, narrowly dodging the object as it caused a deep gouge in the door frame. Hanji shakes her head and sets out for Erwin’s office, determined to fix this situation.

**Afternoon training**

The Captain eyes the cadets, noticing once again that (Y/N) isn’t present. “Ackerman! Where the fuck is (L/N)?” He growls out. Mikasa rolls her eyes and replies “Where she has been everyday since whatever happened between you two, the guest quarters.”

His eyes narrowed as he spun on his heels, marching quickly back to HQ.

(Y/N) sat on the narrow bed, hugging a pillow to her stomach as she softly spoke to the little life inside her. “I’m so sorry peanut, I messed everything up. Hopefully daddy will want....”

She jumps as the door slams against the wall and the man she loves stood in the doorway with a dark scowl across his beautiful face. “Levi!”

“Do you think you can slack off on training now, Just because you’re with HIM? I didn’t let you while you were in my bed, and that’s not changing. Get your ass up and to the training field NOW!!!!” He orders harshly as he hauls her to her feet. Hand firmly gripped around her arm, the Captain pulls her through the halls and across the fields down towards the other cadets.

Erwin watches from his window, sighing and rubs his forehead. “You know you are going to have to order him to talk to me” Hanji states quietly, standing behind him. “I’ve tried talking to him as a friend and he won’t listen, but he will follow orders”

“Yes, I know.” Another deep sigh comes from the Commander. “Let’s get this over with”

Down at the field, Levi had paired off all the cadets for training. (Y/N) was paired with Cadet Young. Young was an overgrown bully who seemed to enjoy hurting other cadets as much as possible. Levi normally fought him personally to prevent this, however everyone had already been paired up before he had dragged (Y/N) to the field.

*Smack* He watched, his face expressionless, as Young punched (Y/N) in the chest. Wincing, she aimed low, swiping his leg out from under him as she delivers a short jabbing uppercut to his chin.

“Captain, a word please?” He turns toward the sound and sees Erwin standing beside him. Levi rolls his eyes. “Yes Commander?” He grinds out sarcastically. “Follow me, that’s an order.” with that Erwin, turns on his heel and marches over the hill.

“Continue training! I will be back in a moment” Levi orders as he follows the commander out of sight.

He sees Erwin and Hanji standing by small tree and he groans as he reaches them.

“I will make this short. Captain, I am ordering you to stand here and listen to Hanji. Open your fucking ears and take in what she is telling you” Erwin commands.

‘Shit’ Hanji looks at Levi nervously and begins. “There, uhhhh, was a reason Erwin wasn’t wearing a shirt and it wasn’t (Y/N)”

“What the fuck are you going on about Shitty-Glasses?” He growls.

Hanji throws a look to Erwin that Levi catches and sees the Commander slightly nod. She twists her hands together and continues. “See, uhhhh, it’s like this...Erwin and I.....uhhhh....we’ve been together for the past year, and (Y/N) came to talk to him, upset, and interrupted our activities...”.

“If she interrupted you and Erwin, where were you? And why didn’t you come out when I was yelling?” Levi demands.

Hanji turns a bright red and stammers “I-I couldn’t hear the yelling. Last year, Erwin had his quarters sound proofed, uhhh because apparently I, uhhh, get too loud.”

Levi turns to Erwin and is shocked to see that he is also flushing with embarrassment.

“Why did (Y/N) come to talk to Erwin? Why was she so upset?” he asks.

Hanji opens her mouth to answer but Erwin quickly cuts her off “I believe that’s a question you need to ask (Y/N)”

Levi stubbornly shakes his head “No! Tell me why she came to you crying instead of me!”

Erwin starts to answer when Hanji cried out “She’s pregnant, Levi! She was afraid of how you would react!”

Levi’s eyes widen is shock as he processes what he has just heard. Then his face twists in agony. “FUCK!!! (Y/N)!!!” As he turns and races towards the sparring cadets, Hanji and Erwin on his heels.

As he tops the hill, he is horrified by what he sees before him, Cadet Young has (Y/N) on the ground and is viciously kicking her in the stomach. She has her hands wrapped protectively around her stomach and is curled into a ball, trying to make herself a smaller target, but Levi knows that she is still taking heavy damage to the womb that holds his child. He increases his speed towards the pair.

“STOP!!!!!” He roars as he makes a flying tackle of the larger boy. Quickly moving off of him, he crawls over to (Y/N) and drags her shaking body onto his lap. “(Y/N)! (Y/N)! Answer me baby! Please, come on, tell me you’re ok!” No response. Lifting her up, he sets out towards HQ, yelling to Hanji behind him. “Move your ass! Get to the infirmary!”

*Time Skip*

Levi is pacing outside the room, where Hanji is examining (Y/N). Ripping his hand through his hair, tears pooled in his eyes. “Goddamnit Erwin! This is all my fucking fault! She could loose the baby! I could loose her! Why am I such an asshole?!?!” He rants as Erwin quietly watches his friend suffer. Finally Erwin places his hand on the smaller man’s shoulder. “You didn’t know. Learn from this and adjust. It will work out.”

“Levi...” Hanji sticks her head out the door. “You can see her now.” Levi rushes into the room and picks up (Y/N)’s hand and pressed a soft kiss to it. “(Y/N), I am so fucking sorry. Are you OK? Is the baby OK? I hate myself for this. I can’t expect you to forgive me, but I am sorry I didn’t trust you and accused you of betraying me. I know that I don’t deserve you. I’m so fucking sorry!” He stumbles over his words as he breaks down, kneeling beside her bed.

(Y/N) pulls her hand from Levi’s, making him flinch, thinking she can’t stand him touching her. Then he feels (Y/N) brushing her hand through his hair, soothing him. “Levi, I’m fine, sore but I’ll live. And so will our baby. This little peanut is more stubborn than his father. He’s not giving up” she whispers softly. “I forgive you for not trusting me, but I can see how it looked. Hanji told me you didn’t know about her being there. I assumed you knew what the daily “scientific report” to Erwin really was.”

“Uuuuggghhh, now I have to scrub my brain with bleach.” Levi grumbled. (Y/N) grinned at his disgusted reaction. His tear stained eyes met her (e/c) one. “Can I feel?” Motioning towards her stomach. “There’s nothing really to feel right now, but okay”

He gingerly lifts her shirt, wincing at the bruises cover her abdomen and gently lays a hand on top of her womb. She smiles and covers his hand with her own. Levi leans over and softly speaks to her stomach “Hey in there brat. I’m sorry about making your mommy cry. I’m going to make it up to her, and I’m going to try and be the best daddy you could ever hope for.”

He looks up at (Y/N) and moves to place a soft kiss on her lips “I love you.”

(Y/N) pulls him in closer and whispers in his ear “I love you, Levi Ackerman. Only you.”

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angryteapot · 5 years

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Last Laugh

Characters: Reader, Steve Rogers

Word Count: 1485

Warnings: None, I think? Let me know if I need to add anything.

Summary: You and Steve are workout buddies. But really, you're no match for Captain America, so you're just there for the laughs and his muscles.

A/N: Just something I wrote forever ago, back when I didn’t care about unrealistic workout regimens lol. I re-read it and nearly died from the awfulness of it. So yeah... read at your own peril, I guess.

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You stand outside in the morning chill in your thin workout clothes, with your phone and headphones in hand. You shiver, but know you'll be sweating in no time once Cap comes down to join you. You play a game on your phone, enjoying standing still while you can.

Steve walks through the compound entrance, calling out to you, "Hey Y/N, shouldn't you be doing warm up stretches?" You grin at him saying, "I'm hoping a cramp will incapacitate me so I won't have to run."

He smiles and shakes his head, and you both stretch a little before your run. The compound training area is huge, and you're seriously not looking forward to attempting to keep up with the super soldier. You aren't a fan of running unless it's a life or death situation, in which case you're nearly as fast as Steve and Bucky, to everyone's intense surprise.

You start out at a light jog, music blaring through your headphones and motivating you to match your pace with the pounding rhythm. You speed up a little, Steve matching your pace. You're finally finishing your second lap around the perimeter when Steve signals to you that he's going to go full speed.

You're surprised that he stuck with you for so long, considering that your running pace wasn't even enough for him to break a sweat. You, on the other hand, were already overheating and peeled off your thin sweater, leaving you in a tank top. You took a minute to get some water, deciding that one more lap should be sufficient before you collapse.

You're going at a good pace, enough to make your lungs burn and legs ache, but not so much that it's overwhelming. You're not even a third of the way through your lap when Steve breezes past you, shouting, "On your left!" with a shit-eating grin. Ugh, that asshole. Now you know how Sam feels whenever he trains with Steve.

By the time you finish your lap (about 5 normal-people-sized laps), Steve has passed you up and shouted "On your left!" three more times, each time accompanied by a bigger grin at your glare.

You collapse on the lawn, chugging water and trying desperately to catch your breath. Steve finishes another lap before jogging up to you with a smile, motioning for the water in your hand. You throw it at his head with a mock glare, chuckling at his affronted expression when he catches it.

You flop down on your back, pulling the headphones out of your ears and putting them in your pocket. Steve smirks down at you, taunting, "Given up already, Y/L/N? We're barely getting started."

You glare up at him, staring at his stupid muscles and that stupid smirk. "You can workout to your heart's content, Captain. But I'm remaining right where I am. Maybe I'll practice my Dead Man's yoga pose."

He laughs at your antics, dropping into position for push ups a few feet from you. You lazily turn to look at him, giving him a look that said 'you're crazy'. He only arched an eyebrow and laughed at you before starting his push ups.

You stared up at the sky, catching your breath, when an idea hit you. For Steve, working out hardly ever had him out of breath. Laughter, though, always had him gasping for air like a fish out of water. You formulated a plan and rolled over towards him until your head was right next to his whenever he did a push up.

When he went down, he held himself effortlessly and looked confusedly at your upside down face next to his.

"Hi," you said cheekily with a smile.

"... Hey?" was his confused reply before he pushed up again for another push up.

When he went back down again, you were humming some song and looking up at the clouds. Steve smiled fondly because of how close you were and how comforting it was just to have you near while he worked out. He continued his push ups, your splayed-out hair brushing his nose whenever he was in the down position.

You suddenly spoke, so softly that his super soldier hearing was the only reason he heard it. Between your humming, you had whispered, "My ass on the grass," with a slight giggle. He huffed out a laugh, amused at your weird comment.

You continued your plan to hear his adorable laughter until he was paralyzed with it and gasping for air. Still looking at the clouds, you saw a vague rabbit-looking shape and sing-songed, "Bunny with the money, looking for the honeys."

Steve let out a snort at this, and you were disappointed that it wasn't a full laugh. Time for Phase Two, then. Few knew that Steve "Captain America" Rogers was ticklish, and those that did know were threatened with death should they try anything. You, however, were always the exception from his wrath; only earning the Eyebrows of Disappointment ™ while he playfully threw you onto the nearest soft surface and tickled you until you begged for mercy.

The next time he was in the down position, you whisper, "Abs for the grabs," as you reach under him and lightly tickle his clenched stomach.

He laughs in surprise, twitching hard as he holds himself up with one hand and swats you away with the other.

Yes, success! Thinking it was a one time thing, he continues with his push ups while you formulate more rhymes.

You rhyme his various body parts while poking and tickling said part until he's gasping for breath, his eyes and nose adorable scrunched with laughter.

You poke his forehead next, saying," Frontal lobe gets the probe!" His face scrunches while he laughs, though still not giving up on his workout. Time to bring out the big guns then...

You suddenly shout, "Pecs that flex!" and place your hands on his pectorals, squeezing the firm muscles and laughing hysterically to yourself.

Steve's eyes widen in shock as he bursts out laughing, almost falling from his position as he gasps for breath between each laugh.

HELL YEAH, you are triumphant! When he finally catches his breath, there's a mischievous twinkle in his eye, and you know that you're in for some payback.

You try to scramble away, but (still in push-up position) he pushes up hard, his hands leaving the ground as he come back down, landing in the down position again; this time with his hands on either side of your upside-down head. You lay there gaping like a fish, half impressed at his dexterity, a quarter aroused, and a quarter mock-fearful about whatever his payback is going to be.

*Image is only used to show the position, no implied appearance of Y/N*

But he doesn't move, only holds himself up as he gazes intensely at you. You swallow, gazing fondly into his ocean eyes. Said deep blue eyes roam your face before looking into your own bright eyes again. He notices your breathing, blush-tinged cheeks, and your slightly-parted lips.

You swallow and try to joke, "Elbow to elbow!" while hooking your arms around his bent elbows.

He smiles beautifully and, unable to stand his longing anymore, whispers, "Mouth to mouth."

The words barely register in your brain before he lowers himself further, his soft lips meeting yours in an upside down kiss. When he pulls back, your eyes flutter open and you roll over, pushing yourself up and looking him in the eye.

You give him a small smile (because he looks adorably anxious) and move back in to kiss him again. He sighs and sinks into the kiss, dazedly pulling back after a moment and resting his forehead against yours.

You share a smile, and while he thinks you're moving in for another kiss, you stop with your lips barely brushing his. He glances at you, waiting for another kiss, when you suddenly whisper, "Tongue to cheek," licking a broad stripe up his cheek.

Before he can process what just happened, you laugh joyously and spring up before sprinting away towards the compound. He stares after you in shock before grinning devilishly, jumping up to sprint after you. He has a difficult time catching up to your unnatural speed, but he eventually does, and slings an arm around your waist, lifting you up and swinging you around in circles.

Peals of laughter escape your lips as he spins you, with you clutching onto his arms for dear life. When he stops spinning, he holds your body tight to his, your feet not even brushing the ground.

He grins at you adoringly before kissing you softly and putting you back down on your feet. You hug him and grab his hand as you walk into the compound together for your customary post-workout breakfast.

Glancing up at his satisfied smile, you think you could get used to actually keeping up with him on a run if it ended with playful chasing and victory kisses.

#steve rogers #reader insert #steve rogers x reader #captain america #captain america x reader #jogging #eugh #mcu fic #marvel fic #steve rogers fic #cringe

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anniejanuaryz · 6 years

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For @lesbiansassemble femslash writing challenge!

Pairing: Valkyrie x Gamora

Warnings: swearing, violence

Word count: 3.861

Alone.

That’s all Valkyrie has ever been.

Sometimes, she has dreams. Dreams of other people, people loving and caring about her. But they are just that.

Dreams. Dumb, stupid, naïve dreams.

And yet – yet she never forgets them.

It’s like some cruel joke, like destiny is laughing at her.

Not that she believes in destiny. Destiny hurts innocent people – and well, if no one can protect them, then she will do it. Maybe a bit drunk and dazed, but hey – better than nothing.

Valkyrie knows that she’s not popular. Yes, she saves lives, but she is not particularly known for keeping the damage small. But hey, at least the people are still alive, right?

She’s on her usual stroll, going up and down the alcohol aisle at the supermarket, as if she would take something else than usual. The bell rings above the door; Valkyrie doesn’t even turn to look who it is. That is, until she hears the click of a gun.

“Really? It was supposed to be a chill night,” she mutters under her breath to herself before rounding the corner.

A badly disguised guy stands there, the gun held at the cashier.

“Hey dude, come on. That’s my favourite store.”

At her voice, the guy spins around. A second passes before he starts shooting at her.

She sighs, snipping one of the bullets aside and quickly stepping right in front of him. She yanks the gun out of his hands, grabs his collar and throws him into one of the shelves. Bottles fall to the floor around him, shards flying everywhere.

“Man, that was one of my favourite liquors,” Valkyrie says with a grimace, looking at the shards.

The guy looks at her with wide eyes, trying to get up, but slipping on the wet ground.

She gets closer to him and he visibly shakes, attempting to get away from her.

“Hey, come on, take my hand.”

He keeps staring at her like a deer in the headlights, so she just pulls him up, brushing the shards of his coat.

“See? You’re alright.”

With one swift motion, she pulls the cap from his head and pushes him to the cashier. “He’s yours.”

She then takes the two bottles left on the shelf. “You’re welcome.”

Valkyrie has already one opened and at her lips while she leaves the store, leaving two very confused men behind.

At home, she lies in her bed, zapping through bad tv channels and sipping on the bottle. God, earth has shitty tv.

So she just accepts her fate and stares at the ceiling, closing her eyes.

Like so often, her mind begins to ponder her existence.

80 years. It’s been 80 years since she woke up in some hospital, not even able to remember her own name. However, everything hurt so much. Whenever she closes her eyes, she can still feel the pain, like someone cuts her from inside out.

And her head, god. Whenever she wants to look back at her past, further than 80 years, it’s like she hits a brick wall. She can’t tear it down, she can’t go around it. Heaven knows she tried.

Sometimes, she asks herself if maybe it’s good. Maybe her old life sucked.

But then, she thinks of her dreams with the faceless people, showering her with love. What if her old life was good? What if she fucked it up?

So she closes her eyes and lets herself be.

* * * * *

Humans are stupid.

They are petty and care about dumb stuff.

Like, when Valkyrie throws a car at a bad guy. Yeah, maybe the car is damaged, but she stopped him from killing someone. That must count for something, right?

So, she is not surprised at the angry shouts of people when she stops a train, destroying its goods in the process, from driving over a car. A car that some idiot parked right on the tracks.

And then she spins around as she hears a pissed off female voice. But for a change, it is not angry at her.

"For god's sake, Peter! You told us that you're able to drive a terra car!"

Valkyrie lays her eyes on the most beautiful woman she's ever seen. With green skin, black hair dipped in purple and dressed in leather. Her heart stops for a second before speeding up. Holy hell.

As if the woman can sense her heartbeat, she turns around.

For a second, a weird expression flashes over her face; but maybe that's just an illusion from the alcohol Valkyrie has had.

"It's not my fault that this car sucks!" a guy protests.

Only now Valkyrie's eyes take in the male speaker, gathered behind him a walking tree and a racoon.

She raises her brows. It only surprises her slightly; she's seen a lot in space.

The other people don't seem to share that sentiment. They all stare at the group in disbelief.

The green woman avoids her gaze. "Peter, thank her."

"What? She destroyed my car!"

"Uh, I actually destroyed it to save you, you ungrateful asshole," Valkyrie says, arms crossed.

"I am Groot," the tree states, looking at the racoon. Latter starts laughing while Peter turns around. "Woah, careful, Groot! Thin ice!"

The green woman sighs and looks to Valkyrie. "Thank you."

Valkyrie raises her chin a bit. "You're welcome. I guess the tree and racoon too." Then she turns to Peter. "You, however, I'll let die next time."

A small smirk hushes over the woman's face.

Peter snorts. "Gamora, come on, we're leaving."

Gamora.

The name feels weird, it makes Valkyrie's brain itch. Gamora.

Before she can say something, however, the weird gang vanishes.

A few of the crowd shout for the police, others murmur about aliens.

Valkyrie just takes a run-up, jumps and flies away.

* * * * *

The next time they meet, it is in the middle of a fight.

A fight right next to her favourite liquor store. Fate be damned.

The racoon is trying to pluck a police man’s eyes out; the tree tries to pull him off but fails; Peter screams and tries to get out of the hold of two other policemen; and Gamora – well, she just ko’d her two policemen and now watches Valkyrie with an indecipherable mien.

“What the fuck is going on?” Valkyrie asks, crossing her arms.

“These – people – broke – the – law,” one police man says in between sharp breaths, trying to keep Peter down.

“What law?”

“Breaking into a high-security faculty –“

“Not so high-secured, then,” Valkyrie interrupts and goes to the racoon, grabbing his arms and pulling him away with a swift motion; he scrabbles in her hold, cursing with some words she has never heard before. The policeman has scratches all over his face and looks at her thankfully.

She throws the racoon into Groot’s arms and goes over to Peter and Gamora.

“Care to explain?”

“Not really,” Peter says, attempting and failing to punch one of the policemen into the face.

Valkyrie turns to Gamora; again, she has this weird itching feeling in her brain and her heart’s speeding up. Goddamn this gorgeous woman.

“How about you?”

“We did not break the law,” Gamora explains, frowning. “We just wanted to borrow something.”

“Ha! You definitely spend too much time with Quill!” the racoon screams, laughing wildly.

“Borrow something. What for?”

“None of your business!” Quill interrupts, glaring at her.

“It is my business if you do it right next to my favourite liquor store.” The policemen look at her with raised brows. “Oh, and of course if you attack officers.”

Gamora looks at her, calculating. "Do you know how to repair a spaceship?"

Peter gasps audibly. "Gamora!"

Valkyrie smiles, which pisses him off even more. "I do, actually."

"No! I won't let her touch -"

"You prefer being stuck on Terra?" Gamora interrupts him.

Peter makes a face, but says: "Yes, I do."

"Oh, suck it up Quill," the racoon says, jumping down from Groot's shoulder, "I like her."

"I am Groot," Groot adds, nodding.

"Even you, Groot? Really?" Peter says, sounding highly insulted.

Valkyrie steps closer, still a smirk plastered on her face. “What do I get in return?”

“You can kick Quill’s ass,” the racoon says, grinning.

“You cannot kick his ass. We need him, Rocket,” Gamora says, but Valkyrie can read slight amusement in her eyes. Then she sighs, looking at Valkyrie. “How about some space alcohol? We should still have some.”

“Hey! That’s mine!” Rocket protests.

“Space alcohol, hm? Haven’t been in space for ten years.”

“Okay, she’ll get some if she can fix the ship,” Rocket says.

“Oh, when I’ll fix the ship,” Valkyrie answers with a smug smile.

* * * * *

It is harder than she imagined. She has no idea how they did it, but they managed to damage nearly all of the motor. How could they even land with this? But hey, she’s had worse. She can fix this.

Besides, she can watch Gamora out of the corners of her eyes. There is something about her – something special, something making her feel different, something making her – whole.

“Hey, we don’t pay you for staring at Gamora!” Quill says, frowning.

Valkyrie can’t hide a short flinch as she spins around. “You don’t pay me at all, shithead.”

He snorts and goes away.

Now she focuses on the motor again, inspecting it and checking the different parts of it.

“I thought it was the catalysator at first, but that didn’t change nothing.”

Valkyrie glances at Rocket shortly before nodding. “I think it is something smaller. Your arrangement is a whole mess. Probably some cable broke internally.”

Rocket kneels down next to her, not really convinced. “These are from Xandar, lady. Some of the best cables out there.”

Xandar.

Like someone turned on a switch in her head, she sees people, walking over a busy market place. A fountain. Herself, walking to said fountain, searching for something – someone, a smile on her face. But then it all vanishes again.

She blinks. And blinks.

Before Rocket can say something, she turns to him. “Do you have pics from Xandar?”

“What? From the cables?”

Valkyrie shakes her head, licking her lips. “No. Just … Xandar.”

“It’s just Xandar. A trash planet, if you ask me. All a bunch of stuck-ups.” But he presses something on the watch on his arm and pictures come flashing.

And again, she remembers something. Her smile vanishing as she finds a man in the crowd. She doesn’t know who it is. But he holds a necklace in his hand – a necklace very familiar to her. And it makes her so angry she attacks him. A fight ensues, and he shoves her against the fountain wall. She falls. And then it’s dark.

She gulps, closing her eyes. Okay. Deep breaths.

Xandar. Fountain. Necklace.

What the hell does that all mean? Are her memories coming back?

She feels like she is stared at. As she turns around, Gamora just vanishes into the forest.

Valkyrie rubs her head and then says to Rocket: “Okay, let’s fix this ship.”

* * * * *

The others check up on them from time to time, watching them working until Rocket tells them politely to fuck off.

When it begins to get dark, they take a break. Someone made a fire and they all sit around it.

Nobody told Valkyrie to go. So she stays.

Her eyes wander from her oily finger tips to Gamora and back again, not listening to the conversation.

“Right?”

She looks up, seeing everyone staring at her. “What?”

“I said that you know what you’re doing,” Rocket repeats himself, taking a big gulp of a bottle.

Quill watches her with squinted eyes. “Where did you learn ship repairing?”

Valkyrie shrugs, leaning back. “I don’t know.”

“What? How can you not know?” Quill says, frowning.

“Well, I don’t remember is more fitting, I guess.”

Now they really all stare at her.

Valkyrie sighs, rolling her eyes. “I woke up 80 years ago on Sakaar with no memories but my own name.” She tries to say it non-chalantly, inspecting her nails, but even she can hear the slight hardness of her words.

“What the hell is Sakaar?”

Of course Quill would say something.

When she looks back up again, all are facing her – all but Gamora.

“It’s a dump planet. Many wormholes lead there.”

“Did something come back? When you saw pictures of Xandar?” Rocket asks.

Gamora seems to flinch slightly at the mention of Xandar.

Only now Valkyrie notices that Gamora is wearing a necklace; it’s mostly hidden underneath her shirt, but it’s there. A necklace …

She fixates on the other woman while saying “yes, I did”.

Maybe Gamora knows something. Maybe all the things Valkyrie thought she had imagined weren’t her imagination at all. Maybe Gamora is acting weird around her because she knows her.

Right as she wants to say something, Gamora abruptly stands up.

“I’m going to bed,” she says and promptly vanishes.

“Ha! She can’t stand you either!” Quill says, crossing his arms.

Valkyrie ignores him, getting up and following Gamora.

“I hope Gamora kills her.”

“I am Groot!”

“Shut up, Groot.”

Inside, the ship is bigger than she thought. She follows the sound of someone walking until she reaches a room.

Gamora stands in it, back to her. “What do you want?”

“You know me,” Valkyrie says, matter-of-factly.

“Why should I?”

“Because you’re still not looking me in the eyes and telling me the truth.”

Gamora turns around, eyebrows raised. “I don’t know you.”

“You’re lying.” Valkyrie steps closer. “And trust me, I have experience with lies.”

“Why should I lie?”

Valkyrie ignores her evasive question and points at the necklace. “Care to show me that?”

Gamora grabs for it. “Actually, yes.”

As Valkyrie reaches for the necklace, Gamora steps back and simultaneously grabs her sword, holding it under Valkyrie’s chin.

“Don’t you dare.”

Valkyrie only smirks. “I was never good at following orders.”

She ducks away under the sword, twisting Gamora’s arm so she must let go of it and reaching for the necklace.

What she didn’t think of was Gamora being equally fast.

Valkyrie gets a knee to her nose and stumbles back, blood dripping over her lips.

She huffs, wiping it away, her combativeness coming out.

It’s like Gamora can predict her every move; she blocks all of them with an easiness that pisses Valkyrie off.

She tries to throw Gamora over her shoulder, but instead they both fall hard on the ground, breathing quickly.

“You definitely know my fighting style,” Valkyrie says, rubbing her aching back.

Gamora smirks for a second before her expression gets serious again. “I should have known that this would happen.”

“What do you – hey! Where did you get that?”

During the fall, the necklace came out; it’s the same Valkyrie saw earlier in her own head in the hands of this man.

Gamora sighs and closes her eyes. “You gave it to me.”

“I – I’ve never met you before, that’s –“

“You did. You did, multiple times.” There’s a strain in Gamora’s voice that makes Valkyrie’s heart ache.

“I knew you. Before I lost my memories,” Valkyrie whispers, staring at the necklace.

“You didn’t just know me, Val.”

Val.

She closes her eyes as another wave of memories wash over her. Her and Gamora, fighting side by side against enemies. Her and Gamora, lying in a bed together, whispering careless things into each other’s ear and smiling. Her and Gamora, intertwining hands, kissing each other senseless. Her and Gamora.

Gamora.

When she opens them again, she can feel tears prick in her eyes. “We were together. I loved you. Right?”

“When you woke up at Sakaar, you didn’t remember me. You didn’t remember anything we had. So I thought it was for the best –“

“To leave me to rot? To leave me not knowing who I am, desperate and sad, all alone?”

“You don’t understand! They found us, again and again and again. I did it to protect you!”

“Who found us?” Valkyrie sits up, the memory of the man coming up in her head again.

“I –“

Gamora’s interrupted by a loud scream outside and then the firing of blasters. Her eyes grow wide in fear. “They found us again.”

Valkyrie jumps up, shaking her head. “I won’t let them hurt you.”

Gamora grabs her wrist before she can storm out. “Neither will I.”

They run outside to join the fight.

As soon as they fight side by side, it is as if they were never apart; their moves are swift, fast and precise, holding each other’s back free.

That is, until Valkyrie spots the man – the one who had Gamora’s necklace, who threw her against the fountain. She balls her hands into fists and leaps at him.

He pushes her back with easiness, an ugly smile plastered on his face.

It makes her insides burn with rage.

He will not take Gamora from her again. No one will.

“Val, no!”

She grabs the dagger out of her boot, throwing at him with a force that makes it nearly impossible to see it.

He catches it, a few inches away from his heart and snarls.

As she wants to leap at him again, he catches her mid-air around her neck; she gasps for air.

“Foolish of you to try this again,” he says.

Valkyrie tries to remove his hands from her neck, struggling to breathe.

“I thought that maybe you’d learnt.”

She smirks while watching Gamora approach from behind and says: “I’m not the type that learns.”

Gamora slides between his legs, striking his inner knee with a hard motion. He screams and stumbles a bit, giving Valkyrie the time to wrestle herself free of his grip.

She catches the sword from Gamora and rams it through his chest. “Foolish of you to try this again,” she says, digging it even deeper in until all she hears are his pained cries.

Valkyrie watches the life fade from his eyes, and only then pulls the sword out again. He falls to the ground, motionless. Dead.

She turns around to Gamora, relief on her face, a tired smile tucking at her lips.

“No, Val,” Gamora gasps.

Only now Valkyrie looks down; the man stabbed her in the stomach with her own dagger.

Her mouth forms an ‘o’ as her knees give in.

Gamora is on her side in a matter of seconds.

“This will heal. I had worse,” Valkyrie says, pulling it out with gritted teeth.

She can’t remember the last time something hurt her that much.

Gamora shakes her head, tears in her eyes. “It won’t heal like you’re used to.”

Valkyrie groans as the pain doesn’t fade and only becomes stronger. This can’t happen. Not just with a dagger, not with –

“The longer we spend time together, the less powerful we become. The more mortal we become,” Gamora says, her voice shaking a bit. She presses her hands down on the wound.

Valkyrie hisses through her teeth. “W-what?”

“We are made in pairs and when we find each other, we – Val, stay with me.”

Valkyrie forces her eyes to stay open, but it seems like they function on their own will.

“Val, please. Don’t do that to me. Not again. Not like this. You are my soulmate. Please. Val!”

She fights against it, fights against the darkness, fights against herself. She loses.

Everything goes dark.

* * * * *

Valkyrie wakes up to a steady beeping next to her.

Everything hurts.

She groans and opens her eyes; a white ceiling stares back at her.

She turns her head, looking around a room; a hospital …

With a confused mien she frisks her body until she finds it: a scar on her abdomen.

She touches it carefully; what the –

And then her memories come again; the fight, the dagger – Gamora.

Valkyrie sits up quickly – a bit too quickly, she realizes, as everything begins to spin shortly.

Is she alone? Again? Did Gamora leave with the others? Did she –

A soft knock on the door startles her out of her thoughts.

Gamora stands in the door, looking slightly awkward with a bouquet in her hands. “Hey.”

“You didn’t leave me,” Valkyrie says, confused.

“No. Never again. Promise.” She comes closer and helplessly holds out the flowers. “For you.”

Valkyrie huffs and takes them, shaking her head. “Where’d you get that idea from?”

“Quill said that’s custom on earth, I thought –“ She gets startled by Valkyrie’s laugh and stops talking.

“You’re taking dating advice from that idiot?”

A smile starts to creep on Gamora’s lips. “He can have good ideas, sometimes.”

Valkyrie stands up, putting the flowers on the bed; now they only stand inches apart from each other.

Valkyrie notices that Gamora is a bit taller; she also notices that there is a strand of hair right in her eye. Her hand itches to brush it away.

And then she remembers – she can do that. So she does.

Gamora’s smile softens, her head leaning against Valkyrie’s hand.

“Hey,” Valkyrie whispers, brushing with her thumb over Gamora’s skin.

“Hey.”

And then they kiss. It feels like they’ve always done this, their lips finding each other with ease, brushing, biting, moaning.

They pull apart and both start to laugh, breathless.

“I’ve missed this,” Gamora says, leaning her forehead against hers.

“You could have had it all the time,” Valkyrie teases, just grinning when Gamora rolls her eyes.

But then Gamora gets serious. “You know that this wasn’t the end, right? My father’s men will still hunt us.”

Valkyrie shrugs. “They can sure try.”

They sit down on the bed, holding hand, leaning against each other.

“You know, we can visit your friends.”

“I had friends?” Valkyrie asks in disbelief.

“Of course you had, Val. Thor and Loki.” She notices the look of confusion on Valkyrie’s face. “Remember? The muscly guy with the hammer and his annoying emo brother.”

Valkyrie can’t help but laugh. “These definitely sound like my kinda friends, huh?”

“The guardians will bring us there.”

“Guardians?”

“That’s what we call our group,” Gamora says, making a face. “We split the group for a mission; ours got stuck on Terra, as you know.”

“There is more of them?”

Gamora can’t hide her grin. “Yes; Drax, Mantis and my sister, Nebula. You might remember her? Blue, always pissed off?”

“She sounds nice,” Valkyrie says.

Gamora leans her head on her shoulder, taking Valkyrie’s hand and brushing her lips against the skin. “I like you a lot.”

“I know.” Valkyrie presses a kiss on Gamora’s forehead, closing her eyes. “I like you a lot too. But hey, from now on, we have all the time in the world, right?”

Gamora just rolls her eyes and shuts her up with a kiss.

Valkyrie closes her eyes and lets herself feel the moment; because this moment, this here, is all hers and hers alone.

#valmora #valkyrie #gamora #valkyrie x gamora #gamora x valkyrie #marvel #*#mine

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philosophiums · 6 years

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I asked @ravenvsfox for some klance inspo post-season 7, and she gave me this really great prompt:

Oh shit dude I want to see some wholesome lance Coming To Terms™️ w his sexuality with the help of Keith looking like That and also certified gay advice-giver Shiro, I’m talkin heart to hearts I’m talkin confessions

...and then I didn’t really write it klsjbksdjfb

But what I did write is this 7k mess that’s also on AO3 for people who want an easier platform for reading (it also has a dope title hell yeah).

The Garrison’s training room is hot, humid, and not as advanced as the one on the Castle of Lions. But it’s out of the sun, and it’s familiar - the curve of the floor mat, the setup of the weights and the targets on the far end the equipment lockers. None of it’s changed in the years since Keith got kicked out of the Garrison for bad behavior, still perfectly shined and perfectly clean. Of all the things to not fall into disarray during the war, this is certainly an odd room to survive. Maybe Iverson spent so long yelling at them all to shape up and keep the place tidy that the room itself started following orders.

Keith swings his Marmora blade, practicing his precision over and over again by stopping each swing just before it can hit its mark. It’s a skill he’s not that good at - stopping an action when he’s already fully committed. Maybe this will help push muscle memory into place, even if it won’t be able to completely rework Keith’s brain to stop him from barreling headfirst into situations. He’s better at it now, but he’s still not perfect. He’s best when Lance is around, which is really shit luck on his part, considering that Lance is barely around at all anymore.

Keith hasn’t seen Lance since... since the battle for Earth ended with them all crashing back to the surface, unconscious and in drained lions. But even that wasn’t really... seeing Lance, and Keith knows that and feels it like a missing bone, something vital that used to be there and hasn’t grown back. But he hasn’t sought Lance out, even though he’s had nothing else to do except work on patrols with his old classmates and hang out with Kosmo. He figures that Lance wants to spend time with his family, and that he’ll come back around when he’s ready.

He isn’t prepared at all to see Lance now, but the doors open halfway through Keith’s next swing, and Lance steps through. Their eyes lock, and Lance comes to a jarring halt, and Keith’s sword slices clean through the dummy he’d been practicing with. The head and shoulders roll, but Keith doesn’t care. Lance looks... lost. Like he hadn’t come here on purpose but isn’t really startled to find himself here. Startled to find Keith here, maybe, but definitely not himself.

“Hey, man.” Keith lowers his sword and takes a step towards Lance, who seems to tighten up before walking closer.

“Hey, Keith.” Despite his posture and the empty fog look in his eyes, Lance’s tone is normal. “You can’t sit still either, huh?”

He really can’t - not that he’s ever been able to. But lately... doing anything at a speed that isn’t full tilt leaves him shaking. Everything’s calmer now, with the battle won and clean-up the forefront of everyone’s concerns. But the war is still raging, and Keith is gnawing to get back into the fight again. Every time he takes a step, his body wants to tip forward into a sprint, even with the security of the Garrison trying to reteach him how to take a day off. But it’s hard. Every time something heavy clatters to the ground, or a person walks by too fast, Keith is reaching for his bayard or his knife. Luckily, he hasn’t drawn either weapon on anyone yet, but the fear that he will is what’s pushed him into the training room today.

“Feels like I shouldn’t,” Keith says, watching Lance closely as he comes to a stop a few feet away. There’s a light in his eyes that Keith hasn’t seen in a long time, and he thinks it’s because they’re back on Earth, but the rest of Lance is… wrong. Off-balance and out of sorts and distant. “Do you want to… talk about anything?” He can’t imagine Lance sought him out, seeing as no one knew Keith was in here, except maybe a few people he passed in the hall, but he figures he should extend the offer anyway. “Or train?”

A cocky grin is quick to slap itself onto Lance’s face, which Keith would bet money has more to do with Keith’s extended concern than the training, despite Lance’s next words.

“Eager to have your ass kicked, Keith?”

Maybe he shouldn’t just roll with it. Maybe being a good leader and a good friend means that Keith should insist on talking if he thinks there’s something bothering Lance. But he doesn’t insist. He scoffs. “As if. Besides, I was thinking we could test out that thing Pidge made. Work together, you know?”

Lance tips his head, all confusion. “Pidge made something?”

Oh, right. Lance hasn’t been around anyone in a while, so he wouldn’t have known. Keith so desperately wants to get to the bottom of this, to shake Lance by the front of his shirt if he has to and figure out what’s wrong with him because he’s worried, but he just throws back a grin of his own. “Yeah. Shiro asked if she could make something similar to the training room on the Castle. There was a lot of technobabble, but I think it basically boiled down to Pidge is so busy working on other projects that she had to settle for making a crude device instead of the magnificent thing Shiro was imagining.”

Keith leads Lance over to the gun range, a separate room connected to this one, where the walls are thicker, and guns line the walls instead of the close-range weapons that were in the main room. There’s also a huge container of recycled Galra drones against the far wall, which Pidge has connected to her new training device. Keith doesn’t care about the science of it – all he knows is that if he hits a couple buttons, some of the drones power on. “Pick your weapon, I guess.”

Lance only looks at the wall for a moment before he holds out his hand and stares at his palm. Keith’s about to ask what the hell he’s doing when – “Holy shit.”

“What?” Lance looks up at Keith, fingers closing around the red bayard. “You said pick my weapon. I figured we were using alien weapons since you have your blade. Was I wrong?”

“No, Lance, I just.” He doesn’t know how to phrase this without it coming out sounding like an insult, but the fact of the matter is that he’s fucking astounded. Without his flight suit on, Lance just summoned his bayard, and it came to him. Keith’s never managed to do that, nor have any of the other paladins, to his knowledge. He can feel himself smiling, and it’s soft and tender and stupid like the smiles Adam used to give Shiro when he pulled off a reckless trick in a fighter jet. “You and Red must’ve gotten close.”

A hint of a blush seeps into Lance’s cheeks, but instead of preening at the compliment or saying something dumb about having a “way with the ladies,” Lance just looks embarrassed, and that’s… weird. “I guess we’ve been through a lot together,” he says. Keith thinks that’s an understatement.

For a moment, a silence that’s nothing but awkward slips between them. Keith stares at Lance and his bayard and wishes suffering wasn’t a requirement for forging such a deep bond with the lions – and maybe it’s not; maybe things would be different if they hadn’t fallen flat on their faces into being paladins in the middle of a war.

He notices Lance’s eyes on him, too – moving from his sweat-damp shirt up to his neck, which Keith knows is still at least a little flushed from training. Lance is quick to look away, though, when Keith pushes a hand through his hair and gestures with his blade at the device on the wall. “I suppose we should train.” Guns aren’t exactly the most effective in close quarters, but he’s seen Lance produce a pistol before, which is better than a rifle at this distance.

Keith walks over to the wall, and Lance follows. “So… how does it work?” Lance asks, poking at the metal box.

“Pidge explained it really fast, but basically, you flip the switch and you tell the thing how many drones you want, and how fast you want them to move. They start out lighted green, and you only supposed to attack them when they turn purple. Oh, and I guess they also shoot at you when they turn purple.”

“Wait, what?”

Keith flips the switch before Lance can freak and figure out a way to back out of this. “How many do you want?”

Still visibly unsure of this new development, Lance shrugs and wiggles his hands, body twisting so that he can look at the container of drones. After a moment he says, “Eight?” Really, it’s not all that different from the simulator on the Castle. You’re not motivated if you’re not in danger, and Altean training equipment never had a problem handing them their asses on a regular basis.

Immediately, eight green-lit drones lift out of the container. Keith sets a speed – not as fast as possible, but pretty damn fast – and together, he and Lance make their way to the center of the room.

They set themselves back to back with space between them. Keith hears Lance’s bayard materialize and feels Lance shift to accommodate the balance of holding a gun. The drones circle the room, taking up the whole space, their patterns unpredictable. Eight is a lot – too many, maybe, but Keith is up for the challenge. “You ready?”

“I got your back, buddy,” Lance says, voice steady. Lance has always been the calculated risk with something to prove to Keith’s reckless dive with nothing to gain.

Out of the corner of his right eye, Keith sees a drone clip to purple, and he lunges.

It’s like a dance. Keith is so focused, as always, ducking and diving, his brain morphing scenarios and pieces of previous battles until he forgets that this is just a training exercise. For the moment, as far as he’s concerned, he and Lance are alone and vulnerable, pinned down with only themselves for backup. He slices through a purple clone and rolls as another shoots at him, but Lance is on it, covering him like he always does, pistol perched in his palm like a kiss or a punch or both. Keith grins wild, and Lance returns it, and this is the most connected they’ve felt in so long it’s as breathtaking as the first time Keith got in a real fighter jet.

And then a drone zips in behind Lance and flips purple. “Lance! Behind you!”

The knowledge that the lasers are at most going to give a little shock flies right past Keith. It doesn’t matter what his brain knows when all he can see is Lance in danger, and he’s too far away to do anything about it.

Lance doesn’t even blink – Keith knows because he’s watching, because all he can see are those deep blue eyes looking back at him, and they’re dead already. There’s nothing there but a hard acceptance that he tripped up, and now he’s got to fix it. This isn’t the Lance who was pushed into war – this is the Lance the war spat out.

The bayard shimmers, and in between one second and the next, Lance’s pistol elongates into a sword, and Lance swings around. Keith’s already running at him, not giving himself even a second to comprehend or ask questions, because the drone is already winding up the energy to fire, and Lance can’t quite figure out where his body is in relation to the sword.

Keith has no idea what order things happen in, because his pulse is in his ears and every nerve ending is in his feet against the floor and all of his concentration is focused on Lance, on his torso, on the freeze-frame jumpy way his breath hitches up the second before everything happens. All Keith knows is that the drone fires, Lance’s blade hits its mark, and Keith’s shoulder connects with the soft spot under Lance’s ribs, and then they’re both on the floor, the shot from the drone impacting the ground away from them.

“Is that all of them?” Keith pants, fingers curled into his palm and pressed against the floor, torso still draped over Lance’s.

His bayard whirs, back to being a gun, and Lance raises his arm to shoot. A second later, metal clatters to the floor. “It is now.”

“Oh, thank god.” After pushing his blade away a couple of inches – which, yeah, probably should have done that before tackling Lance – Keith pushes himself up to his palms. For a moment, he’s suspended over Lance, his hair dangling in a curtain down his forehead and sticking uncomfortably to his nape. They’re both lost for breath, lips parted and teeth bared because they’re feral and alive. Keith notices Lance staring maybe before Lance realizes he’s doing it, and the pressure of Lance’s gaze is a fingernail trailing the curve of his Adam’s apple down to the dip of his collarbone and back up.

The urge to kiss Lance rises with the tidal force of a tsunami he should have seen coming, and Keith pushes hastily away, uncoordinated as he tries to put space between them without making it seem like that’s exactly what he’s doing. He can’t kiss Lance – he’s… Lance isn’t meant for Keith.

He clears his throat, opens his mouth and works his tongue before words collide out from behind his teeth. “So the uh… the sword’s new.”

Lance bounces back. He always bounces back, which is so damn admirable even if it can sometimes be a little annoying. “Pretty cool, right?” There’s that cocky smile curving up Lance’s face, pulling light and mischief into his eyes even when it perhaps doesn’t want to be there. “Allura said it’s an Altean broadsword, and her dad used to wield one.” He sounds proud of himself, like for once in his life he did something that might actually be cool, and on the one hand, Keith is so fucking happy to hear that, he could cry. But on the other hand….

Allura. Right. Of course she knows about this, has known about this. Of course Lance would have told her. It’s cool, it’s neat, it’s a new development in the bayards and in Lance’s fighting style, so it makes sense to tell her. But they’re also dating, probably, or something, so of course Lance would tell her because of that, too. There isn’t another explanation Keith can come up with, and he’s been through every scenario, every instance where he did something different. Inevitably, it seems as if Lance was going to end up with Allura from the start, if only because that’s how it always works.

“Pretty cool,” Keith echoes, and even to his own ears it sounds flat. Something in him has shifted – maybe his bones rearranging to make up for the one that’s missing – and he’s lost all desire to train anymore. He’s hurting and hollow, and maybe a shower and a long pointless walk will fix things.

Keith pushes to his feet and holds out his hand, helping Lance up as well. He holds on a little longer than he should, because he can’t shake this grade school crush and his want to just be around Lance as much as possible. He doesn’t feel balanced when he’s anywhere else.

But Lance lets go, holding out his bayard. They both watch it form back into a sword, nearly as long as Lance is tall. “Do you think you could give me pointers, maybe?”

…What? “Pointers?”

Lance frowns. “Don’t be an ass. I’m asking for help, okay? I haven’t used it since I found out about it because I don’t know how to… use it, really.”

Keith had noticed that, the incongruity between Lance’s body and the sword, two partners out of step in a dance that isn’t meant to be complicated.

He lets out a breath and pushes his hair out of his face, trying to force his body to cool off faster than it seems willing. “Sorry, Lance. I… not today.” He’s running away from this. All he wanted at the start of training was to spend more time with Lance, and now he’s running away because the thought of Lance and Allura together hurts. “Soon, though. Next time.” Keith tries to smile, even while Lance’s face falls. Fuck. “Tomorrow,” he promises, and Lance looks a little better at the clarification. “Same time, alright? I’ll teach you. I just. Can’t right now.”

Lance shrugs, and this time when he smiles, it’s a little softer, but at least he doesn’t look heartbroken anymore. “I’ll be here.”

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Post-battle, Keith is a hero, and that’s something he’s never been in his life before Voltron, and it’s something that’s never hit home until now. He’s one fraction of the team that saved Earth from total destruction, and people he doesn’t even know stop him in the hallways to make sure he’s aware that they’re grateful. And Keith… appreciates it, but he doesn’t know what to do with it. There’s too much gratitude for him to hold on to, but he isn’t sure if he’s allowed to put it down. Maybe that’s part of the burden of being a hero – learning to see the horrors you took part in as something good. Learning to understand that the lives you took made sure that the lives around you are still breathing.

Learning to not see yourself as a monster.

Keith doesn’t have a destination in mind. He’s out of the shower, into clothes that aren’t Garrison uniforms, and his knife is tucked away against his back where it feels like home. But Lance was right – Keith can’t sit still.

He rounds a corner, taking a turn he hadn’t meant to take to avoid a large group of civilians walking his way, and Kosmo pops into existence against his side. Keith’s gotten so used to the cosmic wolf showing up unannounced and whenever he wants to that he doesn’t blink, but a couple of nearby Garrison pilots skitter against the wall. A smirk pulls itself across Keith’s mouth, and his hand drops to settle on Kosmo’s head. “You been sleeping all day?” he asks, teasing because he knows the wolf hasn’t been.

There’s a pressure in Keith’s head, the one he always feels when Kosmo’s about to tell him something, and then he’s flooded with something that’s similar to denial as Kosmo tips his head back and blinks up at him.

It’s been this way from the start – or nearly the start. After that first night, with Kosmo curled up against his back, Keith learned that he could more or less communicate with the wolf. It’s why he never named him. But Kosmo doesn’t seem to mind his name new paladin-approved name, even when Keith had asked him about it later. He hasn’t told anyone else about the connection because what’s the point? His mom knows, if only because Keith asked her if it happened to her, too, and she denied it.

They keep walking, Keith still having no destination in mind. He’s been pretty useless lately, shoving himself into patrols and going out with others to deliver supplies to survivors when they can, but right now the Garrison’s focus isn’t on war, it’s on rebuilding. Which means that Pidge, Hunk, Allura, and Shiro are up to their elbows and probably not sleeping, and Lance and Keith don’t have much to do.

Kosmo whines and bumps against his thigh as they walk. “It’s alright,” Keith reassures, fingers curling where they’re buried in Kosmo’s blue fur. “Why don’t you show me where you’ve been today?” It’ll give them both something to do, and it’ll hopefully stop Keith from thinking about how bored he is, and how much he’s maybe starting to miss war right about now.

There’s another pressure in his head before something that feels like a mental shrug, and then Keith is standing in the desert. In the first few seconds, all Keith knows is the blinding sun, the heat soaking into the bare skin of arms that haven’t seen a real sun – his sun – for more than three years. And then his body adjusts, and he starts to take in his surroundings.

Confusion and longing and recognition war within him. “You came here?”

The pressure in Keith’s head this time is comfort, which is the only thing that makes Keith realize how upset he is. This is his home – or what’s left of it. The house had collapsed long ago, in the years between his dad’s death and his expulsion from the Garrison. But the shack had survived those years, had been the last piece connecting Keith to his father and to his life here on Earth. It’s just a pile of wood now, sheltered from the swirling dust by the one wall left standing.

“How’d you even find this place?” How does Kosmo do anything, really? Maybe he tracked Keith’s scent out here, or maybe some cosmic force told him that this place was important. Maybe Kosmo had been privy to Keith’s memories in the abyss, too.

He feels like he should walk into the rubble. There are memories buried here, photographs and documents, items that used to belong to his parents or that he salvaged himself and called his own. But he doesn’t move. “You should bring Mom here,” he tells Kosmo, looking once more at the rubble and then lowering his eyes to his wolf. “This isn’t my home anymore.”

Keith blinks, and they’re back in the Garrison. He recognizes the launch bay of the Atlas immediately, the huge ship taking up most of the room, with the MFEs tucked off to the side. What Keith doesn’t know is why Kosmo brought him here. At least until he spots Shiro across the room. Shiro and Lance. They’re sitting down on a couple of supply crates, Lance’s arms wound tight and uncomfortable around his torso, Shiro looking like the dad he was born to be.

“What are they -?”

Kosmo teleports them, a needle weaving a thread through the fabric of time, and they’re suddenly so much closer to Shiro and Lance – close enough to hear what they’re saying and close enough to be spotted.

He ducks fast behind a stack of supplies, Kosmo winding around him until they’re both tucked up out of sight.

“I can’t tell you what to do, Lance,” Shiro says, and that tender older brother voice throws Keith back to his Garrison days. “It’s your life. It’s a part of you. This isn’t about Allura or Keith, or whether you’ve known for twelve years or six months. It’s about what feels right to you.”

Keith frowns, completely lost. What are they talking about? What is Lance supposed to have known? Hot and unwanted, the memory of finding out about Shiro’s sickness curls up Keith’s spine. The situation is similar enough that Keith feels like he’s there, outside the office and confronting Shiro on the tarmac simultaneously. Is Lance…? No. No, he can’t be. Keith won’t accept that.

“But you think we work well together, don’t you?” Lance asks, something in his voice that might be hopeful or defiant or shy or all three. The question slingshots Keith’s thoughts out of orbit, leaving him spinning in space. Work well? So he’s not sick then, probably. Not dying. That’s… such a relief that Keith feels it physically.

Shiro sighs, and for a long moment, Keith is left in the silence, staring across the room at parts of Atlas and grey walls and boxes and boxes and boxes. Finally, Shiro pulls in a breath. “There’s a reason you pilot the red lion, Lance. You and Keith balance each other in ways the others just don’t. You’re all a support system, and you’re a team who’s learned to work in unison, but there’s a reason the red and black lions form Voltron’s most powerful wings. There’s a reason the red lion is Voltron’s right hand.”

“Are you saying that Keith and I are destined to be together or something?”

Whoa what? What the – where the fuck is that coming from? Keith looks at Kosmo, eyes wide, but of course the space wolf only tips his head a little to the side and stares unblinkingly back. There’s no emotion from him this time.

“No.” Shiro sounds like he’s giving Lance a weird look, and that judgement radiates all the way over to where Keith is crouching, making him want to laugh. “I’m saying that you two are close. That you have a bond. What you do with that bond is up to you.”

The space around them falls quiet again, the only sound a shift of clothing and a soft sigh that’s probably Lance’s. “Okay.” Definitely Lance. “Thanks for listening, Shiro.”

“I’m glad you felt you could trust me enough to tell me.” Shiro’s voice sounds different when he smiles – sounds just like that.

“Heh. Yeah.”

Keith smiles at that while he stares at his nothing, the sound of Lance’s awkward closing to the conversation fuzzing up his head. Why the fuck is he so cute and why the fuck can’t Keith get over him?

After a weirdly spaced moment, there’s a shift, and then a pair of footsteps starts walking away with a tempo that’s purposeful – not rushing, but still brisk. The problem is that’s it’s only one pair.

A door closes, and Shiro says, “Keith,” in his disapproving dad voice. Of course, Kosmo chooses that moment to pop off somewhere else, leaving Keith to face down Shiro’s frown alone. He pushes to his feet and folds his arms over his chest, defensive before he’s even heard an accusation. “Listen, Kosmo brought me here. I didn’t ask him to. I didn’t know Lance was here. I couldn’t just leave once I was here. I -”

Shiro holds up a hand, and Keith falls silent. “I know. I just need to make sure you’re not going to confront Lance about this.”

“I don’t even know what you guys were talking about,” Keith says, because he doesn’t know without thinking about it, and thinking about it sounds dangerous – like it could get him hurt just as fast as a dull knife.

One of Shiro’s eyebrows pulls up perfectly in the middle. “Don’t you?”

Ah, fuck. He’s going to make Keith think about this. About the mix of emotion when Lance was asking Shiro’s opinion on their dynamic, about the way the word “destined” sounded when it spilled out of Lance’s mouth, about the blush on his cheeks that Keith can so perfectly place even though he didn’t see it when Lance couldn’t figure out what to say to Shiro thanking him for honesty and trust.

Keith’s arms uncross, hands dangling useless and awkward at his sides. His head tips down, though his eyes stay trained on Shiro, and he worries his lip between his teeth before he asks, “Does he… does he like me?” Oh, god, and Keith has worked so fucking hard his whole life to hide the insecurity that shoves its way to the front of his throat, packing itself into those words like punches.

“You two have a lot more in common than either of you seem to realize,” is all Shiro says, and his expression is soft. “I don’t know what he’s going to do, Keith. But just let him come out to you at his own pace.”

And just like that, Keith’s frown is back in place, hands shoving themselves into his pockets. “I’m not going to force him to do that, Shiro. I’m not that much of a fucking dick. The fuck? It’s not like I think that just because I’m gay it means I can push people out myself.”

“Keith. Keith, oh my god, calm down.” Shiro drags his hand down his face, looking out at Keith from over the top of his fingers before he drops his hand again. “All I’m saying is that he might come out to you tomorrow or next week or never, and you just need to be okay with the ‘never’ part if that’s what he decides he wants.”

“I…” Keith deflates again. “I know.” Because in the end it comes down to Lance’s comfort and Keith’s desire, and the former is always going to come first for Keith. Always.

Shiro smiles, and his everything softens around it. “I know you do.”

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Waiting for Lance in the training room feels like a risk on Keith’s part, which is so fucking stupid, but his anxiety is all-consuming and so physically present that his stomach hurts and it’s hard to breathe through each of the positions he puts himself in to stretch and remind his body for the millionth time how it feels to hold a sword.

Lance likes him. Keith had thought Lance and Allura were already an item, here to find out that Lance likes guys, too.

And how goddamn stupid of them both to not say a thing to each other about it while stuck in the void of space for several years. Looking back, there were so many times that Keith could have said something, should have said something. But the moments always went on too long, and Lance either ruined them with his insecure brand of cockiness, or Keith ruined them by building his walls right back up again.

The door opens. Lance walks in with a purpose, though the mask he’s wearing is one that Keith has unfortunately become familiar with. It’s the “everything is shit but I’ll make a joke so people don’t worry about me” face, and Keith hates it. He admires the selflessness and the resilience, but he hates it.

“Hey, man,” Lance says, rolling his shoulders as he shrugs out of his jacket and summons his bayard. Keith still thinks that’s fucking neat, and he’d be lying if he said he wasn’t at least a little jealous.

After a small flip of his blade, Keith tucks the knife away and moves towards Lance. “Hey. Ready to practice?”

Lance tips one shoulder up and gives Keith a wicked grin. “Eh. I guess I can put in some effort today. Show off these guns. Or, well… swords, I guess.” As he says it, the bayard shimmers and elongates, the large red broadsword from yesterday dominating the room.

Down to business then. Probably for the best, considering, well, yesterday. Keith knows things he shouldn’t know now, and while that makes him near giddy with relief, it also makes him anxious as fuck that he’s going to slip up somewhere and spill what he knows all over the floor. So the plan is to focus on training, to keep his mind occupied on helping Lance succeed instead of on… Lance in general.

“How’s the weight of it, then?” he asks, reaching out to adjust Lance’s grip. “It’s a broad sword, so you’ll need to use two hands. You tend to be right-hand dominant, so right hand on top, left on the bottom.”

“Two hands? It’s pretty light.” Despite his protests, Lance leaves his hands where Keith puts them.

“Oh, well that’s good, at least. Most broadswords are heavy. You still need two hands, though. Because it’s long and double-edged, you need one hand for power and the other for manipulating the blade, like,” he thinks he knows what he’s talking about, “the motor and rudder on a boat. When you get good with two hands, we can work on a one-handed grip.”

Lance hums and shifts his hands around, adjusting his grip on the pommel until he’s comfortable. “That makes sense. Okay, so now what?”

Keith talks him through it, everything from the correct stance to how much of Lance’s weight should be on which foot to provide maximum range and stability. It’s slow-going for both of them – for Keith because it’s been so long since he’s had to think about the technical side of wielding a sword, and for Lance because he’s never done it before. Swords are an extension of Keith’s body in the way guns are an extension of Lance’s, but the bayard wouldn’t have turned into a sword if it didn’t think Lance was capable of using it.

The problem with the basics taking ages to teach and learn is that it’s exhausting, with minimal signs of improvement, and it doesn’t take long for Lance to start losing focus. Keith starts noticing it when he has to repeat himself more than once just to get Lance to do one thing, and then Keith’s frustration builds, and his patience gets shorter, a fuse burning itself to an explosion, until he finally has to stop before he ruins this.

He backs away, frustrated, and has to physically stop himself from yelling by gritting his teeth and clenching his stomach muscles. But there’s just no stopping the snap in his voice, the hidden blade cutting up his mouth when he says, “What’s wrong with you today?”

“I like guys,” Lance blurts, almost before Keith finishes speaking, as if the words had been rattling behind his teeth, trying to break free from the moment Lance walked in.

Keith’s fuse fizzles out, and his whole body just sort of… freezes. Not even his prior knowledge gained via snooping space wolf can stop him from blinking in surprise, his stance shifting to allow for him to cross his arms, but he shuts the action down. He’s not going to build walls up, not when Lance is coming out to him and – holy shit Lance is coming out to him.

“I mean, I don’t only like guys. Girls are super cool, too, and no way would I have kept flirting with them if I hadn’t like… wanted their attention, you know? Or maybe that’s just something I thought I wanted? Because I mean, now that I have Allura’s attention I don’t really want it.” The introspection doesn’t derail Lance at all, and it only sticks around long enough to pull Keith off his balance before Lance is going off again.

“I like you, Keith. Not just guys as a concept but you.” Here Lance blushes, and Keith watches, enraptured, as the rosy glow spreads across Lance’s face. He doesn’t want to put a halt to this just yet, curious what all Lance will tell him if Keith doesn’t interrupt. “I mean, I’ve liked other guys before, I guess. But I’ve liked you for a long time, and no one else that I liked ever seemed to be… you? I used to hate myself for it, you know. Because you didn’t notice me, and you just had this stupid fucking attitude, and it was obvious that you were close to Shiro. Like I was jealous of you big time, but I never wanted to be you, I just wanted to be with you, so I made up some stupid rivalry so that none of my friends would figure it out. I didn’t know how to tell anyone, and I didn’t – it was all just so dumb. And then space happened and you were there and you were brilliant and abrasive, but the longer we were together the more obvious it became that my crush on you wasn’t gone, and you’re really intimidating and you’re kind of scaring me right now with how quiet you’re being so please say something.” Despite saying that, it still looks like it takes a lot of effort for Lance to stop talking, his body now thrumming with an energy that says he’s seconds away from either bolting or – actually, probably just bolting.

So Keith smiles. “I like you, too.” He tries to shrug it off, but there’s something so very grade school about the words “I like you” that it’s impossible for Keith to not feel a little giddy when he says them. “For the record, I don’t like girls. And I guess aside from a few celebrity crushes, I haven’t thought about liking anyone else.” Which is also a weird thing to say, but Lance deserves to hear it, even if the words feel awkward and uncomfortable on his tongue, like sannakji only moments after it’s been served.

For a moment, Lance just stares at him. “Oh.” He frowns, which makes Keith’s stomach drop right to the floor, but then he grins, and so much of Keith’s blood rushes to supply the blush on his face that he feels dizzy for a moment. “Guess we’re both kind of dumb then, huh? For not… just talking about it.”

Keith scoffs. “As if either of us are the type of person to just talk things over.”

“Yeah… we should work on that.”

“Probably.”

Lance shifts on his feet and looks around the room. When he looks back, his eyes are focused, the blue in his irises dark and glittering like the middle of a star-dotted deep space. “So… how come you never brought it up?”

Oh boy. “I thought you were dating Allura,” he admits.

“Wait, what? Really?” Lance’s face is having a war with his emotions, not quite sure which to settle on. “You thought I was…?” Keith’s blush flares so much he’s afraid it’ll cement itself permanently to his face, because obviously he was wrong, and Lance is going to – yep, Lance is laughing. But it’s such a giddy, delighted sound that Keith can’t help but laugh a little too, even when Lance pulls his hands away to cover his eyes and hold in his stomach.

“Yeah, okay, it’s not that funny,” Keith tries, feeling self-conscious now. Yeah, sure, he should have known better. Maybe. No, fuck that, how was he supposed to know? “Lance, oh my god, shut up.”

Lance’s laugh hiccups, and when he drops his hand from his eyes, there are tears flowing freely over the smile on his cheeks. “Oh. Oh, wow, we’re messes,” he says. “Way to be heteronormative, Keith.”

A frown takes over Keith’s expression, but the blush is still there. Lance is right. About a lot of things, usually. Keith’s not going to tell him that. Not… right now, at least. He looks at Lance’s hands expectantly, the bayard back in its original form. “Are you more focused now that that’s… been said?” He’s not good at this. Friendships are hard enough, but admitting to liking someone? What the fuck is he even supposed to do with that? “You were paying attention, right? Use your sword. I want to see what you remember.”

“Oh, I bet you do.” Lance winks and shoots finger guns at him, which makes Keith roll his eyes and shove at Lance’s shoulder. But Lance just laughs and grabs Keith’s wrist, pulling him in until they’re inches away, breaths away. “Kiss me first?”

“You haven’t earned that yet.” But Keith’s caught. He’ll be the first to admit it. He could break Lance’s hold, but why bother when Lance is warm and soft and looking at him with pouty lips and eyes that are open waters.

“Aw, c’mon. It’s not fun without a little foreplay.”

Keith shoves at Lance’s shoulder again, backing him up until he knocks into the wall, until there’s something solid in the equation to keep them both from sliding to the floor. “You’re the fucking worst,” he breathes, and then catches Lance by the jaw and pulls him in for a kiss.

It feels like everything he’s missed his whole life. That hollow space, that missing bone, fills in and grows back with every second their lips touch, and it doesn’t hurt the way he imaged it might – it’s just a huge fucking relief. He grabs onto Lance’s shirt and pushes his fingers into Lance’s hair, and his whole body jolts when Lance touches him back, fingers kneading at Keith’s sides, his hips, pulling him in a breath closer.

Keith pushes and Lance pushes back, and it’s a fight to get as close as possible and to keep themselves from getting too close too fast. It’s hotter than he thought it would be, and neither of them can fucking shut up in between motions. Each slide of Lance’s fingers is the first time Keith’s felt truly alive, and each tug to Lance’s hair is an arched back and biting teeth and the best, most desperate noise in the whole world.

It’s a surprise to Keith when he pulls away first, Lance’s whine of complaint perfectly echoing in the space around them and perfectly mirrored on Keith’s lips, but someone had to do it before they ended up on the floor, half undressed, to be found by some poor cadet. “I always knew that would be a bad idea,” he murmurs, kissing down Lance’s neck so that the words don’t come off as a bad declaration. “Never want to stop kissing you, now.”

Lance laughs, and his grip tightens. “I’m not going to complain.”

“Oh, no. You’re not getting out of training that easy.” As much as Keith would love to throw the rest of the day’s productive energy at learning everything there is to know about Lance and his body, that’s just not going to happen. It’s too fast, too rushed, and it’s going to end in as sloppy of a crash as the first time Keith got emotional in the cockpit of a fighter. If this is going to be something that works, they’re both going to have to slow down.

“But Keeeeeith,” Lance whines, body going lax enough in complaint that Keith has to decide whether to catch him or let him fall. He chooses the former.

Keith grunts, pushing Lance up by the shoulders until he’s more or less vertical. “Would you stop being such a baby? It’s not like we’re going to war tomorrow. Do you know how long we have to kiss each other now? So long, Lance. Which means that you can give me another hour or two of your time until you get the basics right.”

Lance groans, and whines, and groans a little more just to be dramatic, but he does put his weight on his own two feet and slips past Keith to the center of the room. “Teach me then, fearless leader,” he says, taking up the fighting stance in a way that’s almost perfect. Keith can’t not walk over and correct it immediately, because really, as great as Lance already is, Keith knows he has it in him to be even better.

#voltron #vld #klance #post-season 7 #idk what else to tag this as TBH #mine #it's 7k pls excuse me #i wanted it to be like 3k but my brain wanted so much more #my exhaustion won tho so it's only 7k and not like 20k #my fics

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John T Mainer 28840: Day of the Jackal

Day of the Jackal

My name is Jack Burton, I pilot the Regis "Pork Chop Express" for Jackal's Lanterns. This is just another crappy story about getting your ass kicked, and getting some payback here in Mecha Galaxy.

Jackal's Lanterns were not the strongest Clan in existence, but those who served the Great Pumpkin as "Jackal" Jackson's mecha squadron was known, were known for punching their weight among the mid ranked clans of Mecha Galaxy. No one was going to mistake them for Dragons, even in a bad light, but if they took your coin, they got the job done, even if they had to bleed to do it. There was bleeding happening right now. Sawchuck's Savages came here, and they came heavy.

Jackal's Anubis was flanked by his best warriors. Jose Chu's Boreas, my Regis, Charles Bear's Rook, and Serena's Notas. That was a decent line, all niode machines. The lightest was Charles Bear's Rook at 75 tons of missile launching fury, and the heaviest Serena's 100 ton Notas the Red Witch. We were a lot stronger than the rest of our troop, but the second line was Torrents and Dreadnoughts, so not pushovers either. It wasn't going to be enough. Jackal lowered his Anubis head to bring his shoulder missile batteries to bear, his 95 ton monster against the 110 ton Spectre. Serena danced her Notas lightly in the face of the 105 ton Kami that promised fire to her fire, while I paced my Regis against the Xango. Both Chu's Boreas and Bear's Rook faced nothing less than the grinning death's head of a 110 ton Penner.

I had the highest damage lasers on my Regis, and maximized my damage through enhanced targeting. I could pretty much guarantee doing x2 x3 damage on top of my already optimized laser damage. My shields were drawing on the wide open engine resonators to give me enough auto repair I feared getting cancer standing next to them. I knew how to face big mecha, but not so much the BFM, the over one hundred tonners of the next generation mecha. We were Jackal's Lanterns, and we had taken gold to defend this ground, so the big boys would have to go through us to take it.

They did.

My Twin Grazers screamed as I laid the targeting crosshairs on the faint haze of green and blue that was the Xango behind its layered shields, and cut loose. My beams split, attenuated, and even bounced back to strike me deep enough to carve half my armour from my right arm. A huge explosion marked the end of Charles Bear's Rook as a Mjolnir fired by the Penner struck like the hammer of Thor and didn't just kill the Rook, but shut down the Torrent behind it. Serena scored with her Illyrian Flare, but ate a Hellbat in return. Chu's Boreas dodged the incoming fire he was facing but was out of line to return fire himself. Then the Xango fired. I thought I had seen what a mecha could do with lasers, my Regis was once the top machine in existence at lasers, but no more.

My laser shield stopped 1500 points of damage, my inner shields another 550. My armour....exploded. Do you know what it feels like when you are riding 90 tons of living metal and crystal, your every never fiber echoing and controlling the myomer pseudomuscles, the create crystal matrix bones, the ferrite armour scales, biopic cable nerve systems controlling a fusion reactor power that rivaled a starship or small sun? Now imagine being bonded to a niode matrix living intelligence, a living AI bonded though you sharing your organic brain with its niode matrix to make controlling this machine an extension of your own body, only with machine processing speed to allow conscious control of every ounce of overpowered killing machine. Then imagine being hit with a fifteen thousand point plus spear of coherent light. Light that is so compressed and energetic it converted my armour into a low grade fission explosion as it shattered the atomic bonds and liberated the bond energy as a plasma blast wave that tore through my mecha like the fist of god. Too fast to trigger the shut down protocols, so no mercy shut down of the link to my Regis brain as it/our/my body converted to metal/crystal plasma. No emergency shut down of the reactors, only blind chance and brute trauma tore through the back of my mecha to vent the explosion of my reactor core outside the husk of my hollowed out machine, shutting down, and knocking down the Dreadnought behind me.

I was conscious, unable to move, unable to break the link to my dying machine as the Xango stepped over me. I/we drank in the input from my eyes and his sensors. We could see the spot on his hull that our Twin Grazer, a 120 point weapon before any of my bonuses or damage stacking got added had hit. The paint was untouched, and it was slightly warm. The beam had pulsed in a Wide Fork, strobing across the whole front rank like some mad DJ at a dance rave, only instead of bringing the funk, he was funking us up. I was the only kill, but everyone else was shut down by the damage and easily swept away.

The other ranks didn't take as long to die as we did.

Sawchuck's Savages lost one mecha to a lucky shot from Kitty Carlson's Smilodon. We were a week putting our machines back together, and morale took longer.

Jackal came to see me in the bay, he had put up his own Justicar for sale to finance some improvements. He couldn't pilot it yet, it was locked, but still that was something he was counting on upgrading to for the future. He was with our chief tech Nokomura, a dour Japanese man who looked like a depressed basset hound with a cigarette and five o clock shadow.

Jackal cut straight to the point.

"Listen Jack, you can't trade punches with a Xango or he will hand you your head and beat the next rank to death with it. I bought some Predator Targeting to boost your critical kill and speed. They don't damage stack for shit, but you were not winning that game anyway. He will always hit harder than you. That is as much as I can do for you." Jackal slapped my shoulder and slumped off, looking as beat as I felt. Nokomura was talking, he jabbed me with the data slate when he realized I was tuning him out.

"Hey halfwit, I was asking if you wanted to swap with the two Dilophos pilots. They have been dying to get a hold of your Prism Beams, and they are willing to swap for their Galaxy Eyes. Same deal with your Twin Grazerrs, the Apis pilots are willing to trade their Tri Slaggers for them straight across. I opened my mouth to object when my data implant ran the numbers again, and caught the flashing highlight Nokomura had added. I was losing as far as base damage, and as far as damage stacking went, but I was gaining Critical Kill, a lot of it. I reran the fight and all my simulator training since the fight and realized that playing one punch with a Xango on strength per strength was not a game I could ever win in a Regis.

I can't outfight a Xango. But I can kill it.

I ran the numbers again. I grunted. It still wasn't working. I am technically faster, but the Xango has so many weapons that technically and practically are two different things. He still usually fired first. If he hit, I was vaporized. That REALLY HURT. I looked at Nokomura, he was pointing those droppy sad eyes at me from behind those stupid shop glasses he always wore. He had a suggestion, but wasn't going to waste it if I wasn't listening. Well, I didn't see the answer, so I finally bit and asked.

"Alright Noko, what do you think I need to do?" Nokomura didn't smile, he never smiled. He just dumped a data file to me. Two listings, one an offer on the Fides that I swore I was going to get around to levelling up but just kept falling farther behind. The other a deal right now on Quantum Bus engines. OK, now those were FAST.

Nokomura began talking

"You are running Reverse Rotary and Dark Matter right now. Fork, some damage stacking, but we already agree you aren't winning the damage stack fight, and neither of those is all that fast. Quantum Bus make you enough faster that you will fire first over half the time, and as a bonus, you can patch up Bear's Rook and keep him in the fight longer. He can lay out the damage with his missiles, but at 75 tons he lacks the armour to hang for long in a big boy fight, unless you can help out."

It was a point. Medbot would fix me up sure, but it would also patch up my line mates if they were hurt too. Stack them like that and not only was I faster than snot, but I was a walking medic for the line. Punching above our weight means surviving the big hits where even splash can take you half way to the grave, and fork will finish it. OK. Lets face it, that Fides was not going to get urgent enough to ever get up to level, so at least I can make enough on it to upgrade my engines. Plus the ones I am taking off can strengthen the rest of squadron, especially the third rank where most of the gear was crystal. I nodded the OK, and gave my implant code to authorize the sale.

Weeks later, Sawchuck's Savages came back for more.

This time Jackal was the unlucky one as the Specter caught him with a spread of Predator Drones which critical killed him before he could do more than pop his missile launcher bay doors. Then it was my turn. I tried to get lock on the Xango with my shoulder spike Trislagers, but the laser shields kept defeating my lock. I didn't have time to wait. I pivoted on my left foreclaw and allowed a Hammerhead beam to pass through where I was almost standing and cut loose with the light blue scream of a Galaxy Eye. About one third the candle power of the Twin Grazer I used to fire, the strange blue beam seemed to compress as it passed through the stacked shields of the Xango, attenuating almost to nothing as it reached the hull without enough force to penetrate the heavy energized hull plating of its inner shields. It played across the Xango like St Elmo's fire, a dancing sparkling energy surge that swept over the machine, polarizing, depolarizing, connectors and shields internal and external until the engine buffers and weapon capacitors of the Xango began to chain fire like plasma level fireworks inside the great machine. The massive armour that protetcted the Xango killed it by reflecting all that power into the gyro and main fusion engine, causing the great machine to topple and explode as its balance systems failed and main power blew out the back armour baffle panels to gut the machine but save the pilot. Critical kill baby.

Tandem Bombs Wide Forked from Charles Bear's Rook as Serena landed a Birthday Fist that ended the Kami in a flowering of fire. We traded mecha for mecha in the next round, trading a Boreas for Penner, then a Notas for Penner. I killed the Spectre to avenge Jackal but when Charles and I advanced into the next rank, Rook and Regis against the world, we got one kill before something bad happened and the ground came up and smacked me in the face. I must have been tired or something because I napped the rest of the fight.

I am told it was spectacular. Two of Sawchucks's Savages were left above the last Magnus of our back row. It must have made an impression, because when the pilot from Sawchuck's Savages pulled me from my Regis, being very careful to keep my spine supported which tells you great things about the condition of my cockpit at the time, and strapped me to the spinal board for the field ambulances, she gave me a data crystal.

"Hey, you guys really gave us a run for it. The boss says he likes what you showed him, and Faction War is coming up. I think it would be good for both of us if you came with us when the wheels come off and the Factions start forming. Its always nice to have someone you know will fight smart and go the distance having your back. Pass that along to your boss. Maybe next time we meet on the field, we will be fighting together, not fighting each other."

Could be the concussion, but that was far from the worst idea I have ever heard. I would think on it, at least until I felt OK to get off this damned board. I would think about that, and the sight of that Xango sparkling and blowing up. Revenge is a dish best served sparkly, at least here in Mecha Galaxy.

John T Mainer 28840

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Fire Force, Chapter 63: “Friend”

Translated from Japanese to Spanish to English

Page 2

Narrator: “Thanks to Joker’s intervention, Shinra and the others manage to escape! Vulcan is grateful to the Eighth and decides to enlist!”

Page 3

Outside the Eighth’s headquarters, Shinra and Tamaki sweep.

Shinra: “It’s time to clean!”

Tamaki: “We’re going to clean!”

Shinra: “I will clean here, and you clean that side! And don’t get close to me!”

Tamaki: “And don’t get in my way!”

Shinra: “Working with her is exhausting...Maybe working with Arthur would be better.”

As Shinra sweeps, he notices some device on the ground.

Shinra: “Is that Vulcan’s...? He’s not bothering to clean up--wasn’t he going to help fix things?”

Page 4

Shinra looks up to see that the cross above the Eighth Headquarters’ entrance now has a skull.

Shinra: “What the hell is that?!” (calls out to Vulcan) “Vulcan, are you there?! You shouldn’t attach weird things on the building.”

Vulcan is sitting down on the roof, wearing his skull mask and working on repairs.

Vulcan: “What?! I fixed everything so it would be easy to work. I even got Chief Obi’s approval. This unstylish church looks a lot better now, right?”

Shinra: “ ‘Fixed’? Attaching a skull onto the cross of the Sol God’s church constitutes ‘fixing’?”

Vulcan: “Well, I went to see how Yuu is doing, so I was trying to hammer this out.”

Page 5

Akitaru arrives, looking up at Vulcan’s skull work.

Akitaru: “Hello! This is great!”

Shinra: “!!! ‘Great’? You mean the skull?”

Akitaru puts a hand on Shinra’s shoulder, flashing the demon hand sign.

Akitaru: “The Eighth is different from the other brigades…Rock and skill! I’m counting on you [Shinra] right now, Demon!”

Shinra: “Not a demon! Hero!”

Akitaru flashes two demon hand signs, while Shinra is annoyed.

Shinra: “You are both skillful.”

Page 6

Suddenly, Konro, Karim, and Hibana arrive.

Hibana: “Hey, Obi. I’m here.”

Tamaki nervously salutes Karim.

Tamaki: “Captain Karim! It’s been so long! Why are you here?!”

Karim: “Tamaki! You look stronger and cheerier.”

Konro: “We’ve come exchange information. I think we can cooperate.”

Akitaru: “I was expecting you.”

Page 7

Shinra: “Good work.”

The others follow Akitaru inside.

Karim: “Sorry for the inconvenience.”

Shinra: (thinking) “Is it possible we’ll have to fight the Order? Even Sho?”

Tamaki hits Shinra’s head with her broomstick.

Tamaki: “Stop daydreaming!”

Tamaki then trips--and somehow she flips up, shoving all of her shirt around Shinra’s head and torso.

Shinra: “Ah! Why?!”

Tamaki: “Let me down, stupid!”

Page 8

Shinra reenters, spotting Arthur looking at the wall.

Shinra: “Ah, finally I'm done...My body can’t stand being around Tamaki.”

Arthur: “You may not be the beloved horse Silver I sought. But now, you are my partner.”

Arthur has hung the donkey’s head from Arthur’s junkyard on the wall.

Arthur: “It’s just not the same…Shirobar (White Donkey, a pun)!”

Shinra points at the donkey’s head.

Shinra: “Don’t name the wall ornaments!”

Arthur: “This is the angel horse, descended to the Earth to be reborn as a miracle.”

Shinra: “That is an ass. You just named it ‘Shirobar.’ The Captain’s going to be pissed...”

Takehisa walks by, thanking Shinra.

Takehisa: “Good work cleaning up the entrance.”

Page 9

Shinra is shocked that Takehisa’s cap has horns.

Shinra: “Captain Hinawa?!”

Takehisa: “Get back to work.”

Takehisa sits at a desk of papers.

Shinra: “Vulcan made you that hat, didn’t he?”

Takehisa: “It was like this when I arrived this morning.”

Shinra: “And you’re okay with this?”

Takehisa: “Doesn’t affect my work.”

Page 10

Shinra: “ ‘Doesn’t affect’? I am confused...and about Shirobar, too.”

Maki looks at Takehisa.

Maki: “You just don’t get fashion, Captain. Maybe I’ll buy you something…”

Takehisa: “If you’re just going to buy me something out of the blue, I won’t trust it.”

Maki: “Well...It’d still be better than a pair of horns.”

Takehisa: “Don’t be silly--”

Takehisa turns his head, knocking down papers and figurines.

Shinra: “ ‘Doesn’t affect my work,’ huh?”

Later, Arthur looks up at Shirobar, which now wears Takehisa’s horned hat.

Page 11

Iris serves tea to Akitaru and their guests.

Konro: “I am sorry for the inconvenience, young lady.”

Iris: “!!! Not a problem at all.”

Konro: “???”

Note: Iris is using a very formal thank you.

Hibana: “Hey, Obi! Don’t just use Iris to serve tea!”

Iris: “Sister...I’m trying to improve…”

Akitaru: “Okay, are we ready to start the meeting?”

Page 12

Akitaru: “Let’s share the information we’ve gathered, look for clues about the Preacher to figure out a plan against him.”

Konro: “I’m here on Beni’s behalf, but we have little information except that we’ve long blamed the White Hoods for all of this.”

Hibana: “And among the cases of human bodies turning into Flame Beings, some were artificially created by the White Hoods.”

Karim: “Rekka Hoshimiya used some kind of ‘bug’ to artificially create Flame Beings, claiming he wanted to find someone 'compatible.'”

Akitaru: “And Dr. Giovanni was looking for some ‘key to the Amaterasu.' His goal has something to do with it.”

Page 13

A newspaper headline says, “Commander of the Third Brigade Arrested.”

Akitaru: “Then the Third claims that the person who attacked Vulcan was some impersonator wearing Giovanni’s mask. At a press conference, a person claiming to be the real Giovanni insists he was at the Third at the time of the attack. But that one is an impostor. It’s possible they had that contingency plan ready so the Third can avoid scandals. Vulcan says he knows Giovanni’s real face, and that man at the press conference was not Giovanni.”

Hibana: “And it seems that several members left the Third...which means the Brigade could be infiltrated, and likely is now working with the Preacher. We don’t even know how far this infiltration goes, maybe into Haijima or the entire Empire. It’s difficult to know what happens in the Third.”

Page 14

Karim: “That’s pretty extreme. If we don’t know who our enemies are, we have to at least find and target their base.”

Akitaru: “Our man Licht has started searching for their base.”

Hibana: “We’re supposed to trust him?”

Akitaru: “Been working out so far. Now it’s our turn to attack their base!”

Page 15

In a forest, Victor holds up a camera, while speaking with Joker. He’s looking at staples put into the tree.

Victor: “These are the anchors that held down Shinra! It’s amazing--so quickly after becoming a firefighter, I’m getting into several dangerous places.”

Joker: “This information will let you find their base?”

Victor: “Not just this. With the things they left in Vulcan’s workshop, they might get their hands on something else? They’re already ahead.”

Joker: “The Eighth may know their location--but they aren’t strong enough.”

Victor: “Dangerous, then?”

Joker: “Of course <3”

Page 16

Joker: “The power of their leader, Sho, must come from some link with the Preacher. It’s like super speed, but different from my ability.”

Victor: “What do you think the Eighth needs?”

Joker blows out a demon in the fire from his lit cigarette.

Joker: “For Shinra to get more powerful. Can’t that genius brain of yours figure out how to enhance the Demon’s flames?”

Victor: “I'm thinking about it. But to get to the level you and Sho are at...it’s all on him.”

Page 17

Back at the Eighth, Hibana has removed her shoes and sits on the back of the couch next to Karim.

Hibana: “Do you have a plan for attack?”

Iris: “Sister, why are you sitting there?”

Hibana: “I refuse to sit at the same height of the useless First Brigade.”

Karim: “Do you want me to sit on the floor?”

Hibana: “Yes, please!”

Karim: “...”

Hibana: “...Why aren’t you doing so?”

Karim sits on the floor.

Karim: “What the fuck...I was kidding…”

Akitaru: “Captain Karim, forgive me…”

Hibana: “Can’t the Eighth fight? Don’t you have the strength of eight gorillas?”

Akitaru: “Eight...gorillas…”

Page 18

Akitaru: “The rookies of the Eighth are good. I can say that they have strength, ability, and are competent. But they are inexperienced, especially when alone. I don’t know how to improve them in such a short time.”

Karim: “When they were with the 1st, I had the impression that they were immature. They had skill, but in combat they were diastrous.”

Konro: “Combat...? The Seventh has people who have not yet had a fight...Do you want me to take care of them?”

Page 19

Later, Konro and Akitaru approach Shinra and Arthur.

Shinra: “We’re going to the Seventh?”

Akitaru: “Exactly. Commander Benimaru is going to do combat training to strengthen the Eighth.”

Shinra: (thinking) “Combat training...You think we have no strength...? Well, that’s true. At that moment, I couldn’t even see Sho's attack. I have to make myself stronger to reach that speed…”

Page 20

Meanwhile, at the Seventh’s Headquarter, Benimaru takes a phone call.

Benimaru: “Oh, what's up Konro? What?! Why do I have to take care of them? What debt? Yes...Yeah, I still owe you…”

Narrator: “To bring back his brother, Sho, Shinra must stoke the flames inside! A new arc begins! To be continued in Chapter 64: ‘The Training Place.’”

#fire force #fire brigade of flames #enen no shobotai #long post

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