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sushis-wild-imagination · 1 month

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Seventeen and first dates (all members)

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→ Choi Seungcheol

“You do look like a fish” he says.

You and cheol were walking around in an aquarium as your first official date. You both have been really close friends for a while before you decided to finally give into your feelings and see where it goes with each other.

You couldn’t be happier, cheol really was the best thing that happened to you, even friendship wise. The sweetest boy.

“Look, that looks exactly like you” he points to ansilly looking fish through the glass.

You put you lips out and pout like a fish.

“Close your eyes; you look exactly like this fish behind you,”

You giggle at that, you’ve never been told you look like a fish and that made you laugh,

“let me take a picture” he says.

You stand at the glass, with your lips out and eyes closed. After two clicks you feel someone in front of you and a pair of lips, pecking yours.

“Hey!” You were fully red. It was your first kiss with him. It was playful and so sweet. Nothing like you imagined but a 100 times cuter, innocent.

“Sue me! I stole a kiss” he says running away from you while you chase him.

“Come back here”

→Yoon Jeonghan

“You can’t eat anything if you don’t catch anything!,” jeonghan tells you while you stand at this pool like area for fishes.

You and Jeonghan confessed quite mutually to each other that you liked each other. All your friends could see it, how you would kick your feet at his messages and how he would giggle at yours. You weren’t just friends.

“You’ll let your girlfriend starve?” You ask acting offended.

He pauses for a second and scans you top to bottom.

“Yes”

You playfully smack him while the fish catching turns into a competition about who catches more fish. At the end of the night you had 6 fishes you caught, and you couldn't possibly eat 6 fishes so you gave some away to the kids who couldn’t catch any.

“If this is how we were going to catch fish, I would’ve taken you fishing instead”

“I am somewhat of a master fisherman myself”

You giggle at the reference.

→ Hong Joshua

You’ve liked joshua ever since he transfered to you school in high school. He was your bench mate and it wasn’t a long time before you fell for his charm, he was a handsome boy with such a kind heart. You still had an umbrella he gave you to use.

You met him again at a reunion after years and the group of friends planned to go to an amusement park that weekend at the reunion.

Seeing him again, after years set you off with some feelings, all unresolved.

You reached the amusement park as a group but little did you know it was a set up and suddenly you and Joshua were left alone.

You ended up touring the entire park, you realised he was the same crazy shua you knew and liked. Everything he did made you laugh.

“Here!” He says and hands you a bracelet he won shooting at balloons.

“A souvenir from our first date” he adds.

You look up at him in surprise.

“First date?”

“Unless you don’t want it to be”

“No, of course, I like that”

“Good”

‘Our first date’ rang in your head the rest of the day.

→ Moon Junhui

This was the first time you had gone over to your boyfriend, Jun's apartment. He liked decorating his apartment and interior design, his apartment was full of decorative items, you went through them all. it was fascinating how much you realise of a person just by seeing how they decorate their spaces.

Jun had called you over for a home cooked meal that he was so confident about. He was so excited to make you this Malapot that he knows he makes the best. He wanted to almost show off to you and impress you with his food.

You were excited for the food too, just listening to him talk about it made you drool when you made the plan.

"Ah it's ruined" you hear jun's voice from the kitchen.

"What's wrong?" you walk over.

"Somethings wrong, it's not tasting the way it's supposed to" he says dejected. You go over and he gives you a spoonful of broth from the pot. It was quite flavourful.

"It's good Jun, what's wrong?" you ask again.

"It's good, not great, I can do so much better" he was very disappointed. He just wanted you to enjoy his food and like his food.

"I'll eat anything you make junnie" you say hugging his side while his eyes never leave the pot in front of him.

You force him to look at you.

"There's always a next time, I'm not going anywhere"

He finally smiles.

→ Kwon Hoshi

You were cycling with your boyfriend of 1 week, hoshi. You met at a fashion show and immediately clicked. You fell for his goofy personality and felt this urge to protect him from the world.

He asked you out first and you happily agreed. Both of you had some feelings some flirtatious text messages happening between the two of you.

But today you could taste blood, he was cycling way too hard and you couldn’t catch up.

He was a little ahead of you while you volunteered to crash in the grass to relax, you would’ve died if you went on for a little longer.

You were panting while the tiger came back to you to check if you are okay.

“Cycling is too hard” you say between laboured breaths.

“You have no stamina” he smirks suggesting something completely different.

It was your chance to chase him down for that comment.

“We’ll see” you blush but also respond sassily chasing him in the grass.

→ Jeon Wonwoo

Jeon Wonwoo, your next door neighbour that had taken a liking to you, has made it routine to pick you up from office everyday, so you could go back home together.

You were still unsure about dating him and he gave you all the time in the world to come to a decision.

You wanted to surprise him today, by agreeing to date him. You had spent a lot of time together and he was a sweet guy. You were just scared of something, past relationships weren’t exactly a flower path. He understood that.

You came out of your office building, to see wonwoo, hopefully your soon to be boyfriend, waiting at his bike.

“Did you wait for too long?”

He smiles. “I’ll wait forever, if its for you”

Maybe you don’t have to wait anymore.

You take a deep breath and take his hands in yours.

“Listen, I had to talk to you about something”

His body language changes and he’s almost nervous. You fidget with his thumb, very embarrassed and shy.

“Whats wrong?” He asks getting concerned at how you couldn’t make eye contact with him.

“I gave us a thought”

He visibly freezes. Like he’s preparing himself for anything thats to come.

“I like you Wonwoo, I know I’ve been scared but Im ready to get through that”

There is a glowing smile on his face. “I’ll treat you so well, I promise” his hand pats your hair. It makes you feel safe and reassured.

“So girlfriend?” He asks putting your helmet on you and buckling up for you.

Him calling you girlfriend sets your chest on fire.

“Yes, boyfriend” you squeak out, not used to this.

“Let me take you to the moon, our first date”

“I’ll go anywhere with you” you say softly, getting on his bike.

→ Lee Jihoon

Jihoon was a schoolmate first, your co worker second, he recommended you at the company you work at now. You became close with him being the only person you knew. Soon, this closeness turned into romantic feelings. You couldn’t get him out of your head.

You asked him out, you straight up told him, you like him and what he thinks about it. It was the first time you had seen him speechless. He took a minute to collect himself before he said “sure” and you started dating. Although his demeanour may seem as if he doesn’t care but you know he likes you too. There has been multiple times jihoon has gone out of his way to help you blend into your work and otherwise.

“Our first dinner in the studio” he said and it made you smile. You like when he says ‘ours’

“You never let me eat in the studio, how cone today you called me here”

His face turns red before he answers. “I thought it’ll be rude to have your girlfriend eat out while I work in the studio”

It was your turn to turn red. You mutter “cute” under your breath.

The power suddenly shuts down and the whole room goes pitch black. Jihoon steps out to see if its just his studio.

“I think something wrong with the generator on this wing” he says sitting next to you on the couch while you gobble up the food you brought for the both of you.

You hear him sigh and carefully lay his hesd on your shoulder.

“Are you tired?”

He shakes his head cuddling closer, you never took him for a cuddler but its like a cat, if a cat CHOOSES you to cuddle, you shouldn’t move. Thats exactly what you did.

You turn on the light on your phone and set it on the coffee table next to your food.

“Torch light dinner”

You hear him chuckle at that while you offer him some food almost feeding him.

You hoped the light never came back and this stayed like this forever.

→ Seo Myungho

You ran an art workshop where you met Minghao for the first time. You didn’t know what he did and who he was until you saw your pictures plastered all over the internet one day.

He was the first to say he likes you. You liked him too, he brought perspective to your life and you loved that about him.

You and him were at a library having a relaxed date but the thing is you suggested going to a library when you didn’t even read.

You look over at hao, sitting by the window completely immersed in his book, he looked gorgeous. You pick out a comic to read from the shelf. You were a bad reader, even comics bored you after a while. But since Hao liked reading you thought you can enjoy it too. You sat next to him on the couch he was at.

You flipped through the pages and almost got bored instantly.

“Trouble reading?” You hear a whisper next to you.

You look up, not being able to manage this front you put on to impress him.

This was the second time he caught you looking bored.

“I’ll be honest, I’ve never been a reader”

“Everyone’s a reader, you just haven’t found the right book yet”

He’s so wise and calm, he brings stability to your chaos. He suggested a book you might like and he was right, you were immediately hooked to the premise and discovered that you like the thriller genre that doesn’t let you put your book down.

→ Kim Mingyu

“Are you sure you don’t want anything?”

You shake your head no. Kim Mingyu was a random guy you bumped into at a coffee shop you frequented at. You madecthe first move and dared to ask his number.

Turns out he was the sweetest guy you had spoken to in 4 years. He really reset your brain and suddenly you just wanted to do everything in your power to see where things go. You felt an instant connection you didn’t want to let go of and regret later. You decided you’d go for it.

Kim mingyu comes back to your car, you and him decide to watch a screening of cars 2 in a drive in theatre. You have never been to one and he was excited to show you.

As soon as he opens his package of food, the air is filled with the smell of burrito. It makes you hungry as soon as it hits your nose. But you already told him you didn’t want any, and asking for even a bite felt criminal.

But you were subconsciously staring at his food.

“You’re staring y:n” he calls you out.

You immediately snap out of it and look away, muttering a quick sorry under your breath.

You see him dig into his package and pull out another burrito wrap.

“This is for you” he hands you a wrap.

“No, Im really fine” you defend yourself again, but you were so so hungry.

“I know what ‘im fine’ means y/n, it means you’ll get hungry when you watch me eat” he says smiling like the big puppy he is.

You can’t help but give in, you take a wrap from him smiling sheepishly. He really was the best.

“You eat so well, it could make anyone hungry” you say cutely while he gobbled up his burrito in literally 2 bites. It was insane to watch this man eat.

He pats your head softly.

“HEY! Burrito hands!” You squeal while he laughs.

→ Lee Dokyeom

You and Dokyeom were cycling in the park. It was one of your first dates. You had met him at a coffee shop,ordering something you also liked so he offered to pay for yours too.

Here you were on another date with the goofball. The original plan was to bicycle around the park and get some lunch at a picnic spot.

But, as with dokyeom, he fell off his bike showing off some ‘cool’ moves to you. Although he made you laugh but the fall looked bad. You ended up getting him some ice from the store to press on his wrist.

“This is very normal”

“What do you mean?”

"I was a very… curious kid, i’d put my feet out on the road as a car would pass, just to see how it feels” you laugh out loud at that. “That’s hilarious”

“At least this is making you hold my hand” he says looking down at your hands pressing his with ice while your other hand hold his wrist in place.

This realisation makes your ears go red.

→ Boo Seungkwan

“I can’t believe it” seungkwan exclaims.

You met seungkwan as a trainee and you had become fast friends. But life happened and you decided not to be a trainee anymore. You ended up going for artist management and becoming a manager.

Life had plans of its own when they assigned you to seungkwan and your friendship rekindled. This time the friendship took a step further and you started to love spending time with him laughing with him.

One fine day in the car you blurted out that you liked him while driving him to a solo schedule. To your surprise he reciprocated these feelings. You were the happiest girl that day.

“What what happened?” You ask. You and seungkwan had come hiking to a mountain close to his place.

“My pants tore”

You laugh out loud. “What a memorable first date” you continue laughing while he scurries to cover himself with his bag and a towel he had brought in his little backpack.

“What a story, ‘kids, your dad hiked so hard, his pants tore on our first date’” you laugh thinking about the anecdote you have now you can use. Its a funny story.

“You want to have kids with me?” He asks stopping what he did and looks up at you

You freeze at what had just come out of your mouth. You did not mean it like that but now that you think about it definitely sounded like you wanted to have his babies.

“Um..”

“Thats cute” he says and a sense of relief washes over you as you try to come up with something else to catch the subject STAT.

→ Choi Vernon

Vernon wanted to watch this scary movie and you liked him so much you just wanted to be with him. But you forgot how scary scary movies can become.

Half way through the movie you were flinching and just uncomfortable in your seat, it really felt like someone was going to grab your feet from under the seat.

Seeing you this uncomfortable, vernon casually decided to put his arm around you and cover your eyes for you while you covered your ears with both your hands to protect yourself from jumpscares.

This position automatically made you lean into him a little and it made you feel a million types of a ways. He smelled good was the only consistent thought.

“Are you okay?” He asks leaning into your ears and whispering.

It sent a shiver down your spine. You nod without being able to push out any words. You liked being this close to him. ‘The things you do to me Choi Vernon’ you think to yourself.

You could watch a thousand horror movies if this is how you watch it.

→ Lee Chan

“Its burnt!” He exclaimed looking at the marshmellow you decided to toast for yourself.

“Thats the flavour!” You defend. You liked slightly burnt marshmallows.

You and chan are childhood friends that ended up falling for each other. Your way of showing love was through constant banter.

One such banter, Chan ended up confessing his feelings for you and you found it so cute.

You move away to get some crackers for the marshmallows. As you come back you hear a scream.

“Whats wrong whats wrong?” You panic and rush to him. You see Chan holding his fingers out and hissing in pain.

You immediately take his hand to inspect.

You see that it was a little red, he probably burnt himself. You see him think for a second. He is going to say something funny, you knew that look on his face, trying to cook up a joke.

“I burnt myself so you’ll like me” he said dramatically looking into your eyes.

The lamest joke ever made you laugh so hard, only because it was Chan who said it.

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bongo-clash · 2 years

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Peacock Au Part 3

(Part One & Two here!!!)

Continuation of the Eldritch Danny DPxDC fic!!!! This is Kind Of the final chapter but Bones has also been making my brain go So Wild with other ideas so!!! Big chance they'll be more parts at some point (probably after Ectober week if I do!!)

Either Way Here It Is

(Fic under cut!!) (+ Part 4 Here)

Constantine makes the executive decision not to explain anything to Batman until the other League members are gathered in the watchtower meeting room. Maybe not his best choice, evidenced for the most part by the seething glare the vigilante is shooting him from his place at the head of the table, but still, John really doesn’t want to have to talk about this any more than he has to. It’s already going to be a pain in his side as is.

It doesn’t take long for the rest to appear through the zeta tubes. Superman and Wonder Woman predictably arriving first of the lot, followed by Zatanna, the Flash, and then Green Lantern. Once they’re all settled and he figures this is all the people that’ll be showing up today, he deigns to begin speaking. He might’ve appreciated a bit of a higher attendance rate, but he’ll take it.

“Alright, you lot,” He starts, just as the Green Lantern opens his mouth, likely to ask what this whole meeting is for. “I believe we’ve got a little bit of a situation on our hands.”

“Situation how, Constantine.” Batman asks, eyes narrowed behind the cowl, the furthest thing from a question.

Constantine sighs deeply, fingers fidgeting in his coat pocket for a cigarette even if he knows he can’t smoke in the watchtower (maybe he could just hold one…). In lieu of looking the man in the face, however, he addresses everyone else in the room. “Well, see, the Bat here had a Pit forming in his territory, and he decided it’d be a bloody brilliant idea to call me for help instead of literally anyone else. The good news is the Pit’s gone. The bad news is I’m pretty sure the thing that got rid of it is worse.”

A few of them make faces, since if Constantine’s involved then this is definitely a magic problem, and none of them are fans of magic problems- Superman looks like he’s trying not to twitch. “Can you describe it?”

“Not properly, no. Big, bright, bit of a space theme going on? Had these horrible things on them, kept changing between eyes and mouths and hands- used those to reach out and get rid of the Lazarus Pit, ‘far as I could see. They knew I was doing it for the Big Bat even though I never said a word about it, and from what I understand, they wanted a favour for sorting it out. I don’t know what they want it for.”

Batman’s face is unreadable, but there’s a scrutiny there that permeates the air around him. “So you discovered the existence of a powerful, unknown entity, and not only did you deign to summon it into our world, but you then proceeded to make a deal with it as well, completely unaware of the potential consequences.”

“In my defence,” Constantine retorts. “This is entirely your fault for getting me involved. I’ve no clue why you thought coming to me was a solid plan in the first place.”

There’s a storm brewing beneath that bat mask, but Wonder Woman intercepts before it can descend into a full-blown argument. “Now is no time to be assigning blame, we need a plan. Do you know of any way we can attain more information on this being, Constantine?”

“Not the foggiest,” He replies simply. “The only thing the book said was that it could help with the Pits. When I asked the damn thing what it was, it just gave me a riddle and, quite frankly, I wasn’t going to push it. So unless Zatanna has anything, I’ve got nothing.”

The whole table turns to look at Zatanna. She has a contemplative look on her face, pausing for the moment presumably to run through the information in her head. “Well, there’s a lot of entities around whose existences centre on keeping the balance between realms or concepts, but this is the first I’ve heard about anything like this. The closest thing I could think of is maybe Pariah Dark, since he’s known to have a connection to the Lazarus Pits, but he’s been out of commission for centuries now, and he’s never been depicted at all the way you described…”

“…And I know for a fact that his summoning ritual requires a blood sacrifice, and this thing didn’t want blood.” Constantine finishes.

Zatanna makes a sour face, seeming to understand his implications, and the remaining non-magic members of the JL look appropriately disturbed. He thinks the worst thing about it for them is probably that there’s no real way to plan this out. They’ve got no power list, no strengths, no weaknesses, they don’t even really know what the entity is beyond its relation to the Lazarus Pits and even that’s an area of questionability, because the Pits are damn confusing on their own. If this thing shows up on them now, they’re screwed.

And just as the thought crosses his mind, there’s a tangible shift in the watchtower atmosphere, like the air’s thinning and closing in on itself at the same time. He looks at Zatanna with matching confusion, praying to gods he’s never met and that don’t like him that he hasn’t just managed to jinx himself in the worst way possible.

“Do you feel that?” He says, and it doesn’t look like it’s only the other magic user in the room that does, because a fair few of the remaining League are pulling expressions Constantine really doesn’t like. Please, please say he hasn’t jinxed himself.

There’s a sound like whale song and whistling as something comes up through the floor, and there’s not enough languages on Earth or beyond to encapsulate how many swears John wants to say right now.

But it’s not the entity.

Or at least, it doesn’t look like the entity, even if it certainly feels like it. It kind of looks like a teenager, of all the awful things. They have flare-white hair, bright, sheepish green eyes, and they’re wearing what Constantine thinks is a hazmat suit but doesn’t know enough about hazardous material protection to say for certain. No alarms going off, no doors opening or shutting, no signals at all; just a weird breeze, and the few seconds of warning that gives before the being appeared. That’s worrying. The way the League doesn’t even say anything is more so.

“Hi,” They start, after what feels like an eternity of silence, and oh boy, they really do sound about twelve. Constantine doesn’t know how to deal with children, let alone ones that can just phase into the most secure superhero base in Earth’s orbit. This is awful. “Okay, so, I feel like we got off on the wrong foot yesterday, so I just wanted to, y’know, rectify my first impression? Uh, sorry if I came across sort of… weird.”

Everyone looks at the glowing kid. Everyone looks at each other. No one knows what to say. Flash decides to be the one to break the silence with a cough. “That’s great, kid! Uh… who are you, though?”

“Oh!” They startle. “Right. Me and Constantine met yesterday- I think I kind of scared him? It was by accident, though, I promise! I’d just had a long day, y’know? I didn’t know I was gonna get summoned and I wasn’t thinking so everything just kind of happened.”

No way.

No. No way in Hell.

“You are not that thing I summoned yesterday.”

And he knows, he knows entities like that tend to have forms more palatable for mortal eyes, but after seeing that yesterday, his brain just cannot for the life of it connect it to this. This child floating mid-air in a base he shouldn’t be able to access, with big huge earnest eyes and a painfully youthful face. One that seems to have reached a realisation.

“Ah,” He says, smile just a little bit wry. “Fair enough, I did look kinda different then. Just- here, this should look a little more familiar?”

It’s not a full shift. He doesn’t contort into the same mind-searing thing that Constantine had had to bear yesterday- but his eyes scatter into neon spots across his face, nose and mouth left intact, the neck of his jumpsuit folds into the creases of an open eye, and those peacock-membrane-whatevers fall into fruition on his back, drifting like a cape or like spines. And just to top it all off, there’s a dinky little crown floating above his head, decorated with icicles and whispers of mist.

It’s not a full shift, but Constantine’s never going to forget those damn cosmic peacock feathers. No mistaking it: that’s the entity. Forget yesterday, this is the worst day of his life.

“What the Hell is happening right now.” Green Lantern flatlines, face dulled into non-understanding. Constantine thinks he feels the same way but worse.

He takes a deep, cleansing breath, and tries not to scream. “You’re the one who sorted the Pit problem out?”

“Uh, yep, that’s me.”

“Okay, great! Fantastic. Can you tell me what the Hell that whole deal was?”

What’s left of the maybe teenager’s face drops somewhat, and a gloved hand reaches up to rub at the back of what’s left of his neck. “Ha, right, yeah sorry.” He mumbles, and Constantine kind of feels bad, but he’s also still kind of suffering from the adrenaline high of meeting the guy yesterday, so he guesses they’re even now.

“So, I mean, I don’t usually look like that? It is my true form or whatever, but I’m not really… I don’t hang about in it too often. Gives people the heebie jeebies, y’know? I don’t want to scare people out of nowhere, especially not for a first meeting! But I was about to go to sleep last night when you summoned me, and I wanted to shift my form a little just to be more formal about the whole thing, but I guess I let the whole thing go by accident, and I didn’t realise at all until I got home. And if I was in that form by accident- I usually go with ghostspeak during summonings ‘cause it’s easier in that way and there’s usually translation sigils embedded in the circle- but if I was in that form by accident, then I was probably using a different dialect to the one I thought I was, so if I sounded kind of off, then that’s why. Again, really sorry about that. This was totally not how I wanted my first impression with the Justice League to go. You’re all really cool, y’know? I wanted to get off on the right foot and not the ‘let’s fight each other’ foot.”

Constantine blinks, opens his mouth, closes his mouth, and then blinks again. He’s sure there’s a reasonable response to this that can be expressed in a sentence somewhere, but right now he’s too enamoured with how utterly absurd this is. He genuinely, honestly does not know what’s worse: that this kid can turn into that, or that he can turn into that and it’s so natural he doesn’t even notice.

Still, as consistent as the sun sets, Batman’s the first one to break the stupor, interjecting with narrowed eyes. “How do we know you’re not a threat to us? We don’t even know who you are.”

“Uh,” The kid splutters. “I didn’t introduce myself. My name’s Danny.”

“Danny.” Batman replies flatly.

“It’s a nice name!” Danny, apparently, defends, looking about as stupefied as someone can without eyes on their face. The dinky little crown drifts after him when he moves his head. “And, um, I don’t know how to prove I’m not a threat? I mean, I closed up that Lazarus Pit for you, if that counts as being helpful in a non-threatening way?”

If anything, Constantine would think that makes someone more threatening. “You said you wanted a favour for it, that you were going to ‘find your recompense’.”

“No I didn’t?” Danny says incredulously, before he pauses and his lips part in an O. “Right, translation error, duh. I uh, didn’t actually say that, that’s just how the sigils took it I think. You don’t owe me anything. It might be nice to get some help if I’m ever in a bind or something, but we didn’t make a deal or a pact or anything, you just asked for help, so I helped.

His brain completely shuts down, blue-screen style. This isn’t how this type of thing goes. There’s no way this is that easy. “You seriously don’t want anything.”

“I mean, an autograph might be nice. My friend thinks you and batman are cool.”

“You don’t think the rest of us are cool?” Flash complains, because that’s exactly what he’s supposed to be getting out of this conversation and not how utterly insane it is.

Danny, the kid that’s going to be giving him nightmares and is already giving him migraines, has the audacity to look embarrassed. “I think you’re cool; obviously you’re all cool, you’re the Justice League! My friend’s just into the edgier members, I guess? She’s goth.”

“Oh? So who’s your favourite?” Why is no one acknowledging that the incomprehensible cosmic horror just called him edgy. Why are they just moving past this.

“…Martian Manhunter and Green Lantern. I really like space.”

Yeah, no shit, he’s made of it.

Constantine genuinely wants to pass out. He wants Batman to get him over the head with a batarang; he wants Superman to tap him on the forehead and give him a concussion, just- anything not to be here right now. This might not even be the weirdest thing that’s happened to him, but he’s hating every minute of it. This kid’s talking and existing like it’s nothing but even as the conversation begins to border on casual the atmosphere is still thick, nearly physical with the chill and the chiming of bells and the way something shifts every time those peacock feathers waver behind him.

Right now, John really, truly does not care if this entity’s playing some kind of twisted long con to trick them into sacrificing their souls or something equally as horrifying. He just wants to go home and forget anything ever happened. “So, you’re not a malicious entity.” Constantine states finally, putting an end to any further back-and-forth that he’d managed to tune out.

“I promise you I’m not.” Danny replies seriously, even as his features shift back to something more human-looking that only seems like it’s trying and failing to hide something bigger underneath it now.

Constantine puts his hands in his pockets, and turns straight to the door. “Brilliant news. I’m leaving now. I hope we never have to see each other again.” The League and that kid can do whatever they want, but Constantine swears on everything he holds sacred that he’s not touching any of it with a ten-foot pole. He never wants to have to deal with anything like this again, and he is never agreeing to do Batman another favour.

#sorry it's late!!! I've had a Weird™ few days #Also sorry if it reads a bit funky or anything I tried my best #I really want to do more for this au though so hopefully I'll be posting about it again in November after Ectober week!!#Maybe even for that DPxDC event!!#dp fic #dp fanfic #danny phantom fic #danny phantom fanfiction #dpxdc #ghost king danny #(Implied)#eldritch danny #danny phantom #john constantine #Bongo's Aus!!!#Bongo's Writing!!!#peacock au

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tealfloyd · 2 years

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DOG ON THE RUN!

"Gotta catch MC's new pet~"

SUMMARY: MC is kindly asked forced by Crowley to dog-sit for a stray dog found in the NRC, who likes to constantly run away. (Everyone x Fem!Reader).

WARNINGS: Nothing more than jealousy (over a dog).

CONTENT: Most of the guys being petty over a dog. Again, I didn't have any ideas for Ortho :( Crowley dumping his responsibilities onto you, again. A little Malleus x MC moment at the end but it's very short. Also, no mentions of Crewel :( WORDS: 6K+

A/N: Sorry, this took so long, I was busy with some things and had to focus on that for this week, so please excuse me if this work ended up being a bit messy.

I was planning to do it with a cat at first, since I have two cats, but decided to go with a puppy because it's way easier for them to run away, in my opinion, because I also had dogs.

Now onto the fic~

“I can’t believe I got tricked by that crow again…” You muttered, looking for the little being that was now freely running through the halls.

You were wondering how you got into this situation to start with, remembering the earlier conversation you had with the so kind headmaster a few hours ago.

A FEW HOURS AGO

“You called for me?” You asked, entering the office after hearing a ‘come in!’ from the headmage, looking around its disastrous state. “By the Sevens, what happened here?”

“Oh, MC! You arrived just in time!” He exclaimed, a tired smile travelling up his features as he looked for something down his desk. “Would you mind helping me here?”

You approached, crouching to look down the desk. “What did you do this time?” You asked, gaze wandering for whatever he was looking for.

"Your words hurt me, Prefect, I'm a very diligent—" He was offended at first, but upon seeing your cold glare he let it pass, a little scared of this action. "I was checking on the well-being of the students as part of my diligent routine, when I stumbled with this little dog."

Your eyes widened at that. “A puppy? What is a puppy doing in this school?” Using the flashlight of your phone, you tried searching for him, but he was nowhere to be found. “I don’t see anything."

“But he must be here! There is no other way he could get out unless…” He glanced at the opened door, and a heavy sigh left his mouth. “Unless you left the door open…”

“He can be anywhere at this point, puppies are very energetic," you said, standing up while you stretched a bit because of the uncomfortable position. “What are you going to do?”

“Well, I need to take care of something important, so you will need to take care of this," heading out, he started waving, shooting you a grin. “I’m counting on you, Prefect!” And with that note, he left.

“Wait, I have plans with Grim-!” You yelled, checking the empty hallway with no signs of Crowley. “This bit—"

And that’s how you ended up in this dilemma, having to look for a lost puppy and at the same time taking care of a grumpy cat, who was walking with you to look for it (‘unwillingly’, as he says).

“Why did you drag me into this? I don’t want to make part of your… Whatever-you’re-looking-for quest!” Grim whined, tiredly walking with you as his eyes struggled to stay opened.

“It’s not like I accepted, I really wanted to take a nap too, but if we want to eat nicely for another day, then we must do this," you felt bad as Grim kept yawning, an idea suddenly popping on your mind. “Do you want to rest on my back? I’m sure it will take a while before I find him”.

He didn’t make any sound, hazily nodding before climbing on your back, leaving you to look for the creature in silence, making the task a bit more complicated.

Fortunately, you spotted him when you turned the corner, invisible to some of the students that were exiting the Mirror Chamber, who left the door opened enough for the little being to hop onto the delicate room.

“Wait—" You were suddenly reminded that you weren’t alone, as your cat companion yawned one more time before drifting off to Dreamland, shutting up in frustration.

Running as quietly and steadily as you could, you finally made it to the door, encountering the happy puppy as it decided which colourful door he should pass through.

When you were just about to reach him, he decided to jump onto the Heartslabyul mirror, leaving you with your arms hanged on nothing as you let out a quiet scream.

“How can such an adorable creature be so mischievous?” You whispered. “Wait, that’s Floyd…” You thought, finally crossing the Queen of Hearts portal.

EXHIBITING NOW IN: HEARTSLABYUL

The landing in Heartslabyul was abrupt, so you had to quickly balance yourself so you wouldn’t fall on the land.

“Couldn’t have chosen a more confusing dorm…”

Every time you visited Heartslabyul, one (if not all) of the dorm members had to guide you so you didn’t end up lost; so how were you supposed to find a puppy, which had tons of energy, in such a wide maze?

Well, obviously, for cases like this, you had to rely on luck; and that’s exactly what you did. You turned every corner carefully in order to catch the little animal, and someone up there must like you because just when you were about to exit the maze (by accident, of course), you heard some barks and a high-pitched scream.

Running towards the noise, you found a pretty hilarious yet scary scene.

Trey holding the puppy, which was covered by cake and other deserts; Riddle stood next to him, a tea stain on his usually clean uniform, all while Ace was laughing his ass off and poor Deuce trying to do something to help. Cater tried to record the whole thing, but immediately stopped upon seeing the wrath in Riddle’s face.

You decided it was time to intervene, approaching with stealthy steps, keeping your distance so the noise wouldn’t affect Grim’s sleep. “I’m sorry guys, I didn’t intend to disturb your tea party."

Retrieving the creature from Trey’s hands, you lightly scolded him, trying to ease up the mood. “You’re lucky you’re adorable, if this was Ace’s or Deuce’s doing they would be cleaning windows because of this."

After this, everyone stayed quiet, a blush creeping up their faces as they registered the cute scene in front of them.

Riddle’s wrath dissipated a little after you appeared, thing that is very much appreciated by everyone present. But a new feeling started to blossom in his interior, that being jealousy; not that he knows about this though, he’s never had a crush before, so it’s a new, and certainly a very uncomfortable experience, for him. His face is red, but for different reasons now; he wishes the one you’re cradling and saying sweet compliments to is him, and he knows it’s stupid of him to feel like this because of a dog, but he can’t help it. Maybe this ended up in a good matter because now you’re paying him attention (mostly because you’re concerned; after all, he’s really red).

Trey is, unsurprisingly, the chilliest one of the five. He’s Heartslabyul only hope in terms of appearing normal. He doesn’t feel jealous of you interacting more with the little being; this actually enforces his teasing, but how can you blame him after you did something so cute? Answer: You can’t. He helps you clean the animal, and from the outside it seems like you both are taking care of your little dog son. He is all down for domestic stuff, so naturally his face becomes the slightest shade of pink at the innocent action, making some light chat to ease the mood.

Magicam better be prepared, because Cater is about to create a whole new section on his profile about you and your pup companion, called: “The cutest animal and the cutest Prefect <3!”. There isn’t anything that anyone can do to stop this; you all must wait until the storm is over. In fifteen minutes, he uploaded around 100 photos and videos of you and your canine friend just… Existing. He isn’t bothered by the fact that you are paying more attention to the dog than everyone else, at first. He looks through the pictures and that’s when he notes that he has never been nestled in your arms before… And now he has a new objective.

Ace is offended, because how dare you pay more attention to something that isn’t him? He can’t function properly if you don’t talk to him, but he knows that he can’t just retrieve the puppy from your arms; even if he seems nonchalant, he really wants to make you comfortable, and that action would make you mad, and what’s worse, mad at him. Though he has to admit that the scene it’s pretty adorable and wholesome; and unbeknownst to him, he took a liking to the creature, playing with him a little. It ends up being a win-win situation: you are happy, and he gets attention.

Deuce had a hard time processing the situation. Like, he just saw this dog jump onto the table out of nowhere, and then you appear claiming it’s yours. His mind first tries to comprehend how did a dog get into the school in the first place, also commenting about the fact that he can’t believe the headmaster dumped his responsibilities onto you again. He doesn’t get jealous; why should he be jealous over a dog? Ace had to explain to him why he should be outraged by this, but he doesn't get the point of it, saying it was just a dog and that there wasn’t any harm try to learn something from him.

You stayed to help clean the mess that your newfound pet had caused, insisting to the refusing boys that it wasn’t a problem.

Grim must have been really tired because he didn’t wake up after all the screaming and barking, soft complaints leaving his mouth, probably a result of his dreams.

You were cleaning the tablecloth, which had a huge tea stain on it and some smudges of the previous disaster, sighing at how difficult it was to clean them off.

Ace was bothering you as always, and Cater was on his phone, one of his clones helping the others as he uploaded the remaining photos. Everyone else was organising the garden.

It was then when you heard a bark, turning your head towards the noise, finding that the puppy was following a butterfly, running towards the mirror.

You excused yourself, apologising as you ran too, following the surprisingly fast dog.

NOW EXHIBITING IN: SAVANACLAW

You passed through the mirror, glancing at the dark room to try and spot him, and sure enough, his next choice was Savanaclaw, happily hopping on it.

You sighed, hopping in as well to try and chase him faster. It didn’t help that Savanaclaw was overbearingly hot, having to stop for a few seconds in order to catch your breath.

Those few seconds were enough to lose sight of him again, and you sighed at it, deciding to walk further into the King of Beasts territory to find him.

It didn’t pass much time before you did though, finding the little creature sitting on one of the lounge’s couches, looking at something, or more like someone.

You shifted your glance towards the person he was looking at, and you were met with a growling Leona, who immediately sensed your stare, turning to look at you in the eyes, grumpily approaching you.

Ruggie was also there, a frown adorning his face as he glared at the oblivious puppy, while Jack tried to comprehend what was a dog doing in their dorm.

“There you are," you said, starting to walk towards the pup, leaving the three of them shocked. “How are you so fast? I wouldn’t be surprised if Crowley fed you batteries."

“Sorry if we interrupted you, it wasn’t our intention, right?” You shook a little his little paw, making an apologetic bow at the three students, who stayed in silence; this time, much longer than the Heartslabyul guys, and you thought that seeing a dog had somehow affected them.

Yes, but actually no.

Leona had to process for a second that, one: there was a dog in his dorm. And two: that dog was apparently yours. He’s not a cat, but he’s still a feline, and seeing the little canine sitting so relaxed on a couch of his territory made him mad; and on top of that, it seems you like this furball better than him. He won’t admit he’s jealous, and even if he looks snappy, he still respects women, and wouldn’t dare to say something that would make you mad instead. He just waits for you to stop being so cutesy and attentive of the little being, so he can be the one you’re paying attention to.

Ruggie is wary. Hyenas aren’t felines nor canines, though they are closer to the feline family. That’s one of the reasons he’s wary of this dog, and also because it appeared out of nowhere and already claimed the couch as his own. He’s surprised when you said that you were taking care of the pup, ears deflating a little because that meant you couldn’t be with him… To run some errands, clearly. Overall, he isn’t that jealous, more like annoyed, but he dissimulates it pretty well, so you don’t know he’s upset in the first place.

Jack isn’t jealous in the slightest. He’s a fan of canines; he loves sporty and energetic animals, and for him, the dogs are the epitome of this description. Like Deuce, he doesn’t know why he should feel jealous over a dog, being the only one among this group that can interact adequately with the canine. He taught him some cool tricks, and that actually sparked your curiosity due to his natural training skills, cooing at the adorable scene. He immediately backed up, cheeks burning while saying that he was just trying to control his energy, continuing to caress the little being.

The atmosphere in Savanaclaw was heavy; partially because of the two beastmen that were fuming over you paying more attention to a dog than them, and the remaining one being pretty excited about this.

Thank you Jack for being the only one with common sense over there.

You decided to stay for a bit, mostly because you and Jack were trying to train him, oblivious to the ominous stare that both his dorm leader and unofficial vice dorm leader were sending to you.

For their like, the dog ran away, probably because the heat. And for their dislike, you had to chase after him.

Quickly excusing yourself, you followed his trace, having to run and soothe Grim because he was starting to wake up, lulling him to sleep once again.

NOW EXHIBITING IN: OCTAVINELLE

“How can he have so much energy…?” You said out loud, tired by the constant chasing.

You spotted the dog faster this time, following him to the next dorm, which was Octavinelle.

Though the difference was that you actually caught it before he could start wandering around the dorm, lifting it up to check on him.

“Really, you have to stop doing this, I don’t think I can endure it any longer," you lightly scolded, sighing softly when the little creature tilted his head, not understanding anything you just said. “I think it would be easier if we return to, AH—"

You couldn’t help the yelp that you let out, recognising the person who would always lift you up upon seeing you.

“Shrimpy~! I didn’t expect to see you here today!” Exclaimed Floyd, hugging you, and by consequence, Grim, who woke up exalted because of this.

“Nyah?!” He jumped off straight to the floor, thankfully falling on his feet. “What are we doing here?!”

“You forgot? I came here for him," you signalled the puppy, but Floyd didn’t take notice of this, thinking that you were in his dorm to see him specifically.

He didn’t put you down, rather choosing to bring you to the Lounge as he carried you like a cat, leaving a puzzled and annoyed Grim behind.

Less to say that you couldn’t make it through the mirror.

Azul was confused. He was trying to finish some paperwork on his office, when Jade said that he should come out to check on something. He was prepared for anything but this. He gets why Floyd brought you, and he also understands why he is holding you like a cat, but what he doesn’t get is why you’re cradling a puppy. Even if there aren’t puppies in the sea, he knows about them, but isn’t very versed when it comes to interacting with them. He’s jealous, yet he doesn’t demonstrate this, the only person knowing about this being Jade who would totally use this as blackmail, sorry Azul. His mind has two sides; jealousy and using this as promotion because: Prefect plus a cute puppy equals earnings.

Jade is taken aback. You always manage to surprise him, don’t you? He will gratefully take every interesting action (or any action in general, as long as it involves you), and this one was a pleasant one for sure. He was cleaning some tables when Floyd appeared, about to ask what made him took so long when he spotted you, holding a puppy. He couldn’t even ask as Floyd was saying that he was the reason you came to visit, making him raise a brow in amusement, deciding that it was worth telling Azul to come and see. He isn’t jealous, since it’s just a puppy, and although it’s cute, it isn’t anything he should be worried about.

Floyd totally didn’t saw the puppy at first. One of his talents is recognising you after a few seconds of seeing you, and that’s all it takes for him to focus on you and forget about everything else. He was so happy when he thought you said that you were there for him, only for it to be crushed after you explained the whole story. He’s mad at the puppy; how does he dare to steal his Shrimpy’s attention? He should be the one getting compliments about being cute and receiving kisses! In fact, he doesn’t hold back, and demands the same thing he thinks he’s been deprived off, so all I got to say is… Good luck partner.

That puppy should be grateful you’re the one holding him, because you’re the only one that can protect him from Floyd’s grasp.

When he finally let you down, you understood that you weren’t going anywhere, sitting on one of the tables as Jade brought you your favourite drink.

It’s not like you didn’t appreciate it, you did, but it you wished it would have been under another context because having three boys intently staring at you and your puppy companion wasn’t the best scenario.

Azul and Jade sensed your discomfort, and in an effort to ease the mood started to ask some light questions regarding the situation.

You responded them, being able to multitask as you kept the puppy secured in one arm while one of your hands caressed Floyd’s hair.

When Grim entered the Lounge, it was the moment that said creature decided to leave, wiggling out of your grasp as he sprinted outside the dorm.

You stood up abruptly, sighing once again at the inconvenience, lifting Grim and running as fast as you could to catch him and also to escape Floyd.

NOW EXHIBITING IN: SCARABIA

You were grateful about Vargas classes now, since you were able to outrun the enthusiastic eel.

It seemed like the puppy wanted to go to Scarabia next, because as soon as he jumped out of the Sea Witch dorm he hoped into the land of the Sorcerer of the Sands.

“Hey! I demand you put down right now!” Yelled Grim, making you realise you were still holding him.

“Oh, sorry," you did what he told, putting him softly on the floor. “I can’t believe he ran away again…"

“He was probably scared of all those shady mermen," commented the cat, who was scratching his back to get rid of the sand. “I was having a good dream too…”

You felt bad, coming up with a new suggestion. “We can still have that nap after all of this is over, if you want."

He sighed, looking like he was about to reject the offer when in reality he did want to spend some time with you. “Fine… I can’t believe we still have to find that nuisance—"

A yell coming from inside the dorm was heard, enough to interrupt Grim in the middle of his complain.

“Jamil! I found a puppy!”

“I don’t think we have to search anymore”

Kalim is the one paying more attention to the puppy. He’s immune to jealousy when it comes to something so adorable like a pup, and he’s a huge animal lover, so combining that with one of his favourite persons in the world is a huge yes for him! It’s literally the human version of a puppy interacting with a real one; it was so adorable that you actually had to record it, saving it on your gallery as one of your favourites, smiling at the wholesome scene. He plays with him a few more minutes until he realises something: he can spoil this dog, and you can be sure that if Kalim was the one owning the dog it would be living his best life.

Jamil was alarmed. Since the yell was so loud that you and Grim heard it, he checked on Kalim at the speed of light. He sighed in relief because he found that he was okay, but in annoyance too because he didn’t need to be so loud. You had to explain to him what a dog was doing in the school, and most importantly, what was he doing in his dorm. He understood the explanation; it’s a universal fact that Crowley dumps his responsibilities onto you, yet he still feels a bit uneasy about leaving such creature that came out of nowhere in his dorm, even under your charge. He doesn’t feel jealous, but he is indeed wondering how is it that a dog gets better treatment than him.

Scarabia was by far the chilliest dorm to stay. No discussions, no exaggerated reactions (maybe Kalim at first, but you can’t blame him for screaming after seeing something that cute), just you five enjoying life.

Grim fell asleep again, resting on your lap as he snored quietly, making you chuckle, caressing his fur.

The puppy also was asleep, far away in his dreamland where he was, for once in the whole day, completely calm.

It was a strange feeling, but it wasn’t an unwelcomed one as you all took a collective breath of fresh air, only for the moment to be interrupted by said puppy, who seemed like he still had energy left, standing up abruptly to run away, again.

Your hopes were crushed as well, also standing up, accommodating Grim so he was in a more comfortable position, walking towards the dorm you guessed he will be off next.

NOW EXHIBITING IN: POMEFIORE

“I hope my instinct is right…” You muttered, passing through the mirror to see a trail of paw marks leading to the Fairest Queen dorm.

You followed the trail, now much faster because he was leaving paw marks in the beauty dorm, and you could only imagine the wrath of Vil if he found out that such a disarranged dog was causing a mess.

You were rounding a corner when you found that someone caught him first, that someone being a familiar hunter that was inspecting the creature, fawning over his cuteness.

You couldn’t even say hi because he was greeting you with his usual smile, asking what brings you here, completely ignoring the fact that he was holding your dog like a cat.

“Ah, actually, I came here because of him," you pointed at the dog, careful to not drop Grim in the process. “I’m sorry about the mess, it’s really hard to keep track of him when he keeps escaping."

You retrieved the dog from his grasp, making an apologetic bow for the disaster to which he responded that it wasn’t a problem.

You were about to leave, stopping when Rook invited you to stay, and you would have said no if Vil and Epel didn’t appear.

At least he is getting a free spa treatment.

Vil is displeased at the sight. How can you hold something that it’s so… Messy? He doesn’t get how you don’t worry about your clothes or your skin making contact with such a dishevelled animal, and it’s not like he dislikes dogs, it’s just that he prefers them to be clean and polished. He understands that you like him the dog, everyone does; after all, dogs keep being the trend in Magicam because of their adorableness, but do you really have to cuddle him like it’s your baby? He would let you cuddle him if you asked! Not even caring if his makeup is ruined because of it, that is if you asked…

Rook finds this situation so beautiful. He loves dogs and finding one happily wandering through the halls was a great surprise, lifting him up to inspect him; oh! So this adorable creature is yours? How splendid! His charming chère and one of his favourite animals? Such an exquisite combination of both beauty and cuteness! He can’t feel jealous over this, how can he? As long as you’re happy there’s nothing he should be intimidated of, instead choosing to bask in your comforting and warm presence.

Epel feels jealous, but this is a special ocassion because he is jealous of the dog and you. The dog because even if he doesn’t want you to think he’s adorable, he still wants those compliments because they come from you, but at the same time he is jealous of you because he is a huge dog lover, and he wishes to cradle that little puppy like you are doing now. Just pass him the dog and everyone will be happy... For a few moments because there is no way Vil’s letting Epel mess up his perfectly clean uniform with dog fur, much to his annoyance.

Your stay in Pomefiore was prolonged because Vil refused to let your companion go looking like that (also including Grim), so he brought you three to the spa.

He had some pet shampoo, mainly because he wanted to use it on Grim as a method to prevent you catching something, since he’s always with you, so all that was left was apply it.

He took care of the puppy while you took care of Grim, who was putting up a fight after feeling the first drop of water.

Rook had to help you while Epel was passing things for both you and Vil.

The scene felt very domestic, and all of you were enjoying the process. Well, Grim being the obvious exception.

After drying and grooming your pet and talking cat, you thanked them for their help, starting to walk back to Ramshackle, thinking that this was finally over.

Oh MC, cute and naïve MC, how bold of you to think that.

NOW EXHIBITING IN: IGNIHYDE

“You had me running the whole day, what do you have to say about it?” You asked the puppy, who only barked in response. “Apology accepted."

“What about me?!” Grim yelled, impatiently tapping his manicured foot on the ground.

“Yeah, I accept your apology too," you scoffed, still caressing the now shiny fur of the dog.

“How dare you bath me without my consent?! That’s illegal!” He proclaimed.

“I didn’t want to say anything, but you were starting to smell just a little bit. So it’s a good thing Vil decided to give you a bath," he gasped, offended at the accusation, staying silent and pouting as a way to ignore you.

“Don’t be mad, we can still continue to watch movies on that old TV I foun- WAH!—” You had to pause, trying to register the pain on your shoulder after the puppy jumped off of it, leaving you dumbfounded.

“Again?!” Grim whined, paws covering his face in frustration.

“No time to complain Grim, we better chase after him."

You both crossed the mirror leading to the dorm of the Lord of the Underworld, spotting the pup in seconds, bee-lining towards its dorm leader, who had decided to pay you a visit after Ortho finally convinced him to go to your dorm.

“Idia! Catch him!” You screamed, and although the pup wasn’t very big, he had strength, making Idia fall back due to the impact and the surprise.

Idia was scared. He was on his phone, using it as a method to distract himself from the fact that he was indeed going to visit you, when he heard a yell. Feeling something colliding against his chest, he fell on the floor out of shock and bad reflexes. You had to quickly lift the dog, who was searching something on the bag that he was holding, realising later that it was because of the beef jerky he previously bought. He likes dogs, but this was certainly a point for him to like cats a bit more; he can’t stand dog people, but he guesses you can be the exception you're totally the exception.

You immediately lifted the puppy up, apologising to Idia for the troubles, helping him stand while you still held the animal.

Idia rebooted for a few seconds before noting that you were holding his hand, hair combusting into pink flames at the action, unconsciously pulling it back.

You bowed at him, saying that you were very sorry that this happened while Grim was cackling in the background, making the boy even more flustered.

He wondered if you would think of him as weak since he couldn’t even catch a dog, barely talking in order to not embarrass himself further.

You reassured him, explaining that this dog was very energetic, trying to make him feel better about himself.

It worked a bit, after he let out a frustrated sight, saying he was going back to his room, awkwardly waving you goodbye, wishing to scream onto a pillow out of frustation.

NOW EXHIBITING IN: DIASOMNIA

“Did you see how he fell? I can’t believe he couldn’t catch a dog!” Grim was still cackling, making you huff in anger as you stared at him.

“I don’t find this funny, Grim," your cold tone made him have shivers down his spine, and he knew it was better to avoid your ire than fuelling it.

“Yeah, yeah, whatever, can we finally go back to sleep now?” He asked, and you nodded, opening the door to get out of the Mirror Chamber.

You should have guessed it by now, but it seemed that the dog wanted to explore the last dorm, managing to wiggle out of your secure grasp to hop onto the Thorn Witch realm.

“Are you kidding me?” You stated, whining in exasperation as you started to walk towards the Diasomnia portal.

“Good luck on your own," said Grim, leaving the room, deciding that it was too much effort for zero results, leading you to chase after the puppy alone.

And now you’re starting to realise that that dog may be fearless because he wasn’t scared in the slightest of Diasomnia’s gloomy and dark ambience, making your work more difficult.

Though the one that made it easier was none other than the King of the Valley of Thorns himself, picking it up in curiosity as the people behind him were shocked by this.

Malleus was amused, and then enraged. He has seen plenty of dogs in his life but has never interacted with them; they were intimidated by his mysterious aura, running away in seconds, yet this one stayed, which made him more curious about it. He comes to know why is that when you come to pick him up, explaining that you were in charge of him for the day, or maybe for the rest of your life. Light thunders started to form, the reason behind being his jealousy. Why won’t you compliment him and caress him like that? Is it because he’s not a dog? He could turn himself into one if that meant having your love and affection, and no, he’s not joking.

Lilia is delighted by this! Who would have said that such an adorable dog would find his way into a villain’s school? He literally snatched it from your arms, intentionally ceasing the thunders since Malleus calmed down after this. He treats him like a baby, and he can’t help it, it’s just so cute! He wouldn’t even get the opportunity to be jealous, it’s more like he’s jealous he can’t have a pet. Don’t let Lilia even think about getting him a homemade snack, because he will be more than willing to give it to him, so make sure to grab him before he teleports to the kitchen.

Silver is happy about this. He can’t feel jealousy when the dog is the one reaching up to him; he’s an animal attractor, and the puppy wasn’t an exception, so you let him be when you noticed he wanted to be with the knight, cheerfully barking at him as a sign of appreciation. If Crowley lets you keep it (which he probably would since the probabilities of him taking care of him are low), you are sure you’re going to visit Diasomnia with him, that way you will have him and Malleus under control.

Sebek is jealous of the dog because it takes your and his lord Malleus attention, period. He doesn’t think this animal is worth of you nor Malleus, though he only interacted with him once and then moved onto Silver so he just looks at him in discontent until you let the dog be with the second year student, which he also doesn’t appreciate much but it’s better than having you fawn over such a weak creature, it’s definitely not because he wants your compliments, definitely not- In fact, how dare you even think something like that human? Don’t you know that-

You sighed when Malleus took hold of the little being, amazed and relieved it wasn’t scared of him, sharing a mutual curiosity.

The puppy went from Tsunotarou’s hands, to yours, Lilia’s and then finally setting on Silver’s, happily licking his face as an affective gesture.

You sighed, feet hurting because of all the exercise you did today, an idea forming in your exhausted mind.

“Tsunotarou, can I ask you a favour?”

MC, he would cover up a murder for you and then blame it on himself if you asked, so of course he can do you a favour.

LASTLY, EXHIBITING IN: RAMSHACKLE

“Thank you, Tsunotarou," you said, breaking the hand holding, thankful for the teleport ride. “I would invite you for tea or something, but I’m kind of tired and I still have to watch over him."

Some grey clouds were starting to form, stopping abruptly at your next sentence.

“But you can come tomorrow, Riddle gave me a tea set and I’ve been meaning to use it."

His eyes widened at the invitation, lips forming a gentle smile. “I will be pleased to assist your tea party, Child of Man."

“Great!” You exclaimed, hearing a little yawn, coming from the tired puppy in your arms. “It seems like you've finally burnt out," you chuckled, waving your hand at the tall dragon fae as you closed the door. “Thanks again, please take care."

And with that, you finally closed it, making you sigh in relief at the end of the adventure, sitting on the sofa next to a sleeping Grim, silently laughing at the cute sight.

“Now that I think about it…” You looked at the puppy, who also looked at you, tilting his head. “You don’t have a name, do you?”

The only response you got was a little whimper.

“What do you think about ‘Goofy’? After all, you’re pretty goofy yourself, aren’t you?” You tickled his belly, and he let out a cute yawn, nuzzling into your lap. “Goofy it is."

Your eyes started to drop, also falling asleep with your cat companion and apparently new pet.

THE END~

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stray. pt.4

joel miller! x fem! reader

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summary; after saving Joel and Ellie from the brink of death, you get caught with having to live with two more strays.., and you don't do strays.

REMINDER: english is not my mother language so i apologize if there are some mistakes <3 !¡either ways, i hope y'all like it. <3

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warnings; eventual +18 content! MINORS DONT INTERACT IN THE CHAPTERS WHERE IT IS IMPLIED IN THE WARNINGS and smut, mentions of death, possible deaths, blood, fighting, angst, fluff..

warnings for chapter 4; as always reader being a bad bitch, guns, blood, fighting, clickers, wounds, weapons, threats, torture, murder, deaths, s3xual @ssault (no r@pe) , mentions of r@pe, tension, arguing, cursing, anxiety, angst angst angst, loss, mourning, ptsd…

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“You’re not going.”

“But why?!” Ellie whines, shaking her hands. Exasperated.

“ ‘Cause you’d get me killed, brat.” you were packing on Larry’s house. You had a mission on the nearest city, a dirty job, but a good job. “Have you forgotten that you’re the most wanted kid in the entire world right now?” you ask her and she closes her mouth on a thin line. “Right.”

You roll your eyes, getting your water bottles and food to put them inside.

“It’s too dangerous even for you, y/n.” Larry says, sighing, tired. You two had been arguing about it for hours now.

“Larry. I’ve already tell you. If I get that motor for Maria she has promised to send us weekly food and resources. That could really help us out here, even more after this season…” you repeat, over and over again. He knows it’s a good deal. A deal you cannot pass on.

“But those men…” he tries, he really tries, but you are stubborn.

“Those men are nothing. I can take them.” you respond, and he doesn’t seem happy.

“No. Joel is going with you.” you look at him with a horrified look in your face. “Will you go with her. Joel?”

“No.”

“Sure.”

You look at him and he simply shrugs.

“FEDRA will be there.” you point out.

“I can use a cap.” you scoff.

“As if a cap would help you.”

“Believe me, they probably won’t even notice me. They’re mostly looking for Ellie, not me.” you sigh and Larry smiles, content. You hate him.

“If you die I’m leaving you behind.” you warn him and he nods.

“I hoped you would.”

What was that supposed to mean?

“Here.” Larry gives him a knife already sharpened and ready to cut. “You have a gun, am I right?” Joel nods and pats his back. “Okay. This mission needs to be quick. You get in there at night. Put them down slowly, no struggling and no shooting unless is necessary. We don’t want them to notice you’re there. You get the motor and you run, I’ll have Blair waiting for you with a car ready to get you back home, alright?”

“I still find it unfair. So he can go and I can’t?” Ellie whines and you give her a look that makes her cross her arms and huff, sitting back on Larry’s dinning table and taking a bite of his ham sandwich.

“Okay. I’m ready.” you say, hiding the last of your daggers on your ankles and wrists.

Joel takes his back and you two leave the house after having said your goodbyes. You had promised Lizzy to come back soon, in the mean time, she’ll have Ellie, since she’ll be staying with Larry.

You don’t talk to him, you hate it when people mess with your plans or things. You worked better off alone.

He followed you out of town and through the gates, the beep of the alarm on your backs letting you know it was newly locked.

Joel got on your left, and just tagged along. “We need to go up north a little bit and go right on the woods. Then we’ll get to the city. The most dangerous zone is a couple of km from here. There have been spotted various clickers.”

“Is there a way to avoid them?” he inquired.

“Sadly no. The safest way is right now completely occupied by a rebellion against FEDRA. They are really aggressive and don’t like outsiders.” you said.

“Tell me about it…” he muttered, remembering the first time Ellie and him were attacked while trying to get though one of those cities by car. “Well, it just means we’ll have to be more careful.”

“Just keep your eyes open and don’t stand on my way.”

He cocked his gun in a swift move.

“Copy that.”

“You got it?” you whispered, his arms extended and eyes focused on a stray infected on your way. You had walked around 2km and reached the dangerous and restricted zone. In a blink the infected was down. Shot straight to the head.

“I got it.”

Joel and you hadn’t talked much, only when necessary. It was normal. This silence in between the two of you. He didn’t know how to talk to you. You didn’t know either. Did you even want to?

He was a good fighter, not like you had suspected of their almost death the first time you had met him. He had a great stance, great aim. Maybe the fear of Ellie getting hurt had gotten the best of him. But that had been a mistake that could have cost him everything. Although you could understand.

“Let’s go.” he said, going to take a step forward, but before he could, you were dragging him backwards and in a quick movement pressing him against the wall. The building was cold and dark, creaks could be heard every now and then, and the paper of the walls was falling apart. Some bits stuck to his jacket. “What-“

You pressed a hand to his mouth, your eyes never meeting his but the door next to the both of you. Joel’s eyes did the same, and his chest got stuck in a new breath when he finally heard it. You were tightly pressed against him, trying to not be seen. The big heavy steps came closer, the sound of rotten flesh shifting with every thud. The bloater came into your point of view and you gritted your teeth.

Motherfuckers. You hated them. Every and each one of them. More than any type of infected. It had been a long time since you had seen one. A year to be exact. You knew it wasn’t the same bloater that had tore apart Laura. It couldn’t be. But you felt your blood rush, boil, the need to destroy him just like he had destroyed your most important person in the world.

But with that rage came too the fear. The panic. Your body froze, and your limbs shook. The images of that ominous day coming to your mind like flowing acid water that left you with a knot on your throat.

Joel placed a hand over yours when he felt them tense against his chest. You looked at him due to the recent touch, his eyes stare into yours. Soft brown and caramel touch. ‘Breathe’, you could read on them. ‘I’ll kill them. All of them.’ he could read on yours, your mind strong against your body, who seemed to be about to fall apart.

That silence again. A full out loud conversation made just with stares.

‘It’s not worth it.’ he shook his head, pointing out the obvious danger. Where a bloater goes a million clickers could appear.

You let go of his mouth when you could no longer hear it. It had gotten lost in the building once again, away from you. His hand was still on yours, his heartbeat bellow your palm. He was alive. He was here. You were not alone. This was not the past. Laura was dead. Joel was alive.

You got away from him as if he was burning and you were gasoline, about to combust.

He was alive. You were not alone.

That made your blood run cold, freeze in your veins and make you ache. Bitter and sweet, like lemonade on a fresh cut.

“Let’s go.” you said, and he looked at you, when you were about to walk away taking you from your hand and making you stop.

“Let’s go through the fire scape.” he pointed at the windows, where you could see the steps and stairs.

“It could fall apart. The erosion could have bitten it apart.” you said, and he pursed his lips, thinking.

“Could be. But if we continue we’ll meet the bloater again.” he argued and you rolled your eyes.

“Then we’ll kill it.” you said, and he gave you an stern look.

“It’s a suicide. We’re only two and with mere guns. We won’t be able to take it down.” you fight against his grip, as if you could prove a point, make him believe you were strong enough to take it alone. “y/n.” he said your name, and your body froze. “You’re still hurt. We can’t take the risk.” he said, and for once, you listened, ‘cause you muscles lost their tension and your skin softened under his touch. “Let’s try the fire scape.” you looked at him for what it seemed to be hours.

Follow me. Trust me. I’m here.

Your throat was aching to say fight more, stubborn as always. But you knew he was speaking the truth, and you had to take it even if it hurt your heart. Even if you couldn’t get your vengeance today.

“Fine. But if you fall it’s all your fault.” you said and he scoffed, letting you go as he walked towards the window that led to the fire scape and opened it. “You go first. I don’t have to die too for your stupidity.” you pointed out, crossing your arms over your chest.

“As you wish.” he shrugged and stepped outside, the fire scape not making even a sound. It was perfectly stable. “Told you so.” he smiled, cockily. You rolled your eyes.

“Shut up and move.” you said as you crossed the window to the other side and followed him.

The night quickly fell on your shoulders, and the city welcomed you with the remains of its busting energy. There were only a few people left on the streets, probably late workers getting ready to get home after an exhausting day.

You gave him a nod towards a hidden alley and he followed you with now his gun on hand. You managed to slowly open the door to the building where the motor was supposed to be stored, using a clip that has been seating on your hair. Joel was impressed, but again, this was a really hard world, and you learned things to adapt to it.

You slowly creaked open the door, gun looking right, then left. Clear.

Joel closed it behind his back when you waved your hand, stepping in. You cocked your head towards the right and started walking. The hallways were dark, dusty and old with multiple doors that you passed by as quickly and as carefully as you could, checking then one by one.

It was not long before you found the motor, after five minutes of searching room by room. It was in what it seemed to be an storage/meeting room, a really big one, with tables and a couple of sofas on the left. There were guns and bookcases and…

Next thing you knew, there was an arm around your neck. You choked, fighting the person that had attacked you. You heard Joel grunting at your back.

“Got him!” a male voice said, and you groaned as they dragged you further into the room, a girl snatched your gun away from you with a kick.

“Not as pretty as the one I’ve got.” the male at your back laughed, and your wrists were grabbed with his free and big hand, fingers digging on your skin and bruising it up. Your tries to kick him again were in vain, because in just a matter of seconds you were on the floor, his body pressing against you and making it hard to breath. The arm that surrounded your neck had retracted, his hand pushing your face against the floor. “Such a pretty little thing…” he smiled, and your heart jumped, a moan of pain leaving your lips when he tugged on your hair, bringing your face closer to him.

Joel was at your right, in the same position as you, fighting the buffer man on top of him.

“Don’t touch her!” he said, but he got kicked on the face by a blonde hair, breaking up his lip with her combat boot. Joel hissed and she laughed.

“You really thought it could be that easy? Get in here and walk right out?” she scoffed, taking a step closer to you and kneeling just the slightest to catch your face in between his fingers, fiercely digging her nails on your skin. “Who do you work for?” she asked, and you simply spat on her face, making her close her eyes and fall silent for a couple of seconds before she smirked, looking at you with malice in her eyes.

“Bob.” he simply said, and you had to watch as the man on top of Joel took his head and bashed it against the floor, making a breech open on his forehead.

“No!” you screamed, but you got silenced with a punch so strong that made your ears ring.

“Hey! Don’t touch her face! I want her all pretty for me later.” the man pinning you to the floor said, and the girl stood up, a golf stick now shinning brightly in between her hands.

“You bitch…” you said, and she smiled.

“Better watch what you say… Wouldn’t want your boyfriend here to pay for it, right?” she teased, and swung at his ribs, making his face contort in pain and a groan leave his lips. “Who. do. you. work. for?” she asks, Joel this time, and he doesn’t answer. “Fine.” she swung again, but this time he hit his head, blood pouring on his skin.

“Get off me! Get the fuck off me!!!!” you screamed at the guy pinning you down, fighting him off as she got Joel’s ribs, making him scream in pain. “Fuck!!!!!”

“I love the tough ones. Always the ones that cry the hardest on bed.” he said, and once again banged your head against the floor. “Should I make it quick?” he said, and Joel glared at him. “Maybe I could even do it right here, in front of your little friend. I bet he would love that, huh?” he said with a smirk, and you felt your skin crawl when his tongue met your neck, sucking there ‘till you hissed.

“I’ll fucking kill-“

Your eyes widened when Joel was cut off by another swing to the head.

You screamed when he slumped against the floor, blood dripping onto the floor from the wound on his forehead, which got bigger. “You’re gonna fucking die!” your gaze was strong, your words directed to the girl that now walked towards you with an amused smirk on her face. “Fucking bitch, I’m gonna-“

But you moaned in pain when she kicked you on your side, three times, making you curl on yourself and knocking the air out of your lungs.

“What did you say? You ‘want me to kill him’?” she mocked you, cocking her head, stepping back towards Joel.

“Finish him off, already, Jade. We’ve got things to do.” the brunette girl that had kicked your gun away and now stood guarding the door said, making the blonde roll her eyes.

“You’re always so fucking boring, Ray. You never let me have fun.” she pouted.

“Joel, wake up.” you said, fighting to get away, trying to make him come back to you and live. “ WAKE THE FUCK UP!” you screamed, your breathing ragged.

Your blood was rushing through your veins, burning you from the inside out. Your whole body trembled and shook.

“Yeah. That’s right. Watch the little rat die. I promise you will be right behind, pretty girl.” the boy on your back said, whispering and kissing your ear. You felt the urge to vomit. “But we’ll have a little bit of fun before though, what do you think, hm?” your eyes landed on the gun scattered just a couple inches away from you. “I promise I’ll be good to you…” he said, one of his hands now leaving your head and pulling aside the neck of your shirt to reveal more skin, his hips grinding against your ass.

Big fucking mistake.

“I won’t.” you spat and with a quick movement for your leg you rolled on yourself, hit his legs that straddled you. He lose balance, falling at your right. With a quick swift of your hand you had your dagger in hand the one that had been hiding on the ankles of your pant and that now you dug on the neck of the asshole that had been touching you just mere seconds ago.

He let out a scream that soon turned into a gurgling mess of blood and gasps that couldn’t fill his lungs.

“Axel!” Ray was quick to react, gun and hand and finger pulling the trigger to shoot at you, but you dodged it by rolling on the floor.

Her body was the next one to hit the floor, your dagger perfectly placed in between her two eyebrows. She was lying in a pool of her own blood by the time you got to your gun, but you groaned when one of the last two standing shoot at it and pushed it away from your reach.

You stood up as quickly as you could dodging multiple of missed bullets. You went straight to the guy, that had been pinning Joel to the floor and that now stood on his feet, your legs aching at the effort.

“Finish that rat off!” he screamed at his blonde friend as he recharged his gun. He groaned and struggled with you as you fought for his gun once once you’ve taken a hold on it —a little trick you had learned years ago— twisting it to dodge a new bullet. He almost had it, though you were quicker than him and, once your eyes had found it lying in the floor not far away from you, you took ahold on a bat with nails that you supposed they had used to beat the shit out of others like you. It was the divine intervention that you needed.

At this point blood was decorating your skin in little freckles. A painting of death and revenge in the hands of the wrong artist. You were still thirsty for it, you were on the hunt for more. You couldn’t see, only red and the ghost of his bodies. Rage was taking ahold on you. Mind was turning blank.

Your veins screamed for death.

The nails dug on the side of his face as you swung, his eyes rolling back as his jaw falling slack. You could see some of them sticking through his cheek and onto his mouth.

You were sure to have hit the brain once he had fallen on his knees as you pulled from it, brain matter decorating your shoes. You took his gun, and with a quick twist of your body, you shot the last girl standing —which was the one who had been beating Joel with a golf stick— on the stomach before she could give him the final blow.

“Fucking bitch!” she groaned in pain, hands falling to the bleeding hole on his body.

You shot her again, this time to both his legs, making her fall, the golf stick clinking onto the floor. You were going to shoot again, somewhere that would hurt but not kill her yet, but the gun had ran out of bullets. You clicked your tongue and threw it aside, making a dent on the wall at your right.

You almost felt the need to laugh when you saw her crawling her way to the emergency door in the room, away from you and Joel’s semi-unconscious body, who slowly came back to his senses.

Your steps were the only sound filling the room as you approached her, her heavy breathing and pants adding to the melody of an incoming death.

You were gonna bash her fucking skull in.

When you got to her, you kicked her hard on the stomach, winning new stains on your dusty jeans. Maybe you’d leave them. Maybe you’d grow fond of them. Let’s see how many more you’d get after you were done with her.

You were breathing hard, your chest heaving with every puff of air you could get, though no oxygen seemed to be enough for your body, for your dizzy and gone mind.

Not again. Not again. Not again.

The scream that she left when you kicked her once again could made anyone shiver, but not you.

I’ll kill them. All of them.

She was finally on her back, bleeding out on your feet. And if you were someone else, you would have felt mercy. But you were just you.

So you rose the bat and swung, blood splattering all over your face and clothes when you did it again, and again, and again…

Your arms hurt, your lungs burned, your body shook…

She was already dead. But it was not enough.

No. Not this time. This time I’ll be strong enough. This time I won’t be left alone. This time he won’t die. Joel won’t die. Not him. Not again. Not like Laura did. He won’t…

And suddenly you could breath, strong arms surrounding you from the back and stopping you with force. You fought back his grip, his hushing, his soft voice promising that you were okay. That he was okay.

He could see it in your eyes. That fear. The same fear that he had fought for decades. The same demons.

He had seen them take a hold on you while you fought, he had seen you lost yourself on the blood.

“It’s okay.” he muttered, and you hands let go of the bat, your eyes fixed on the corpse in front of you, completely unrecognizable, your crimson hands, your messy clothes… “y/n.” he called out your name and your eyes swelled with tears that you fought to not let show… Your palms burned due to the friction of the wood, blisters rising up on the skin.

His eyes found yours when he turned you around and away from the bodies that you had left behind, trying to get you to focus on him.

He too had been through this. Through this rage, through this mourning and need for blood.

“I’m here.” he said, and just in case, repeated his words, slower, softer. “I’m here.” you slowly let him bring you into his arms, your cheek pressed against his heart, where you made sure that it was true. He was here. He was okay. He was alive. You were not alone.

And Joel made as if he had not noticed the way your hands had clutched and fisted his shirt, tugging him closer.

The look that Blair has given you when you had taken the motor back to the car was…, well it was an understatement.

She tried to make your eyes meet hers, gaze digging holes on your body. But you were too gone to say something. Too deep inside your head to be able to speak. You were staring at the nothingness, at the blood on your hands.

You didn’t recall the way back to the town, nor how you had ended up on the back along with Joel, who silently looked at you and made sure you were okay. You had always been silent, but this time it was different. You were as still as a corpse, your eyes lost and hands trembling every now and then. He didn’t know what to do. Didn’t know what was the right thing to do, the right thing to bring you back to the present, ‘cause it was obvious you were caught in between it and the so painful past that you always avoided.

The doors made a beep that let the car in as they opened and closed shut behind it, securing you inside. You were back home. You were safe. But were you? Was the person on your left safe for you?

Joel’s face was a mess. Busted lip, a cut on his right cheek that had already stopped bleeding, swelling eye, bleeding forehead… He had cuts all over his arm, the same arms in which you had been in between just a mere hours ago. The same arms that had made sure to stop you from falling apart.

“What the hell happened?!!” Larry was quick to approach the two of you in the middle of the night, being drawn by the noise of the car, flashlight on hand. Ellie was right behind, fully awake. It seems that she hadn’t been able to sleep at all, not when you and Joel weren’t around, when she wasn’t ‘safe’.

Ellie froze when she looked at you, Larry with eyes shot open. You were bathed in blood, new deaths weighing your body.

You didn’t look at them.

Joel explained, explained that you and him had been caught with your guards down, that the mission had went wrong before you had fixed it. Before you had killed all that people…

Larry took your face between his hands and you looked at him. His eyes were concerned, his hands inspecting for new wounds, for danger. You were okay. It wasn’t your blood. Then, he hugged you. He hugged you so hard you almost couldn’t breath. You were like a ghost in between his arms. Lifeless, lost. You mind had too much to think about, your mouth too little to say.

Ellie didn’t move. She couldn’t. Didn’t know how to react, how to move or talk. She could breath when Larry had promised that you were okay, that everything was okay. But her hands were shaking, and a pang of pain crossed your chest in fear that it was because of you. Was she scared? Had you finally become the same monster that had killed your family…, your friends?

The apartment was too cold. So cold you were freezing under your sticky clothes. Larry had made sure the three of you were back inside, secured, still shaken up by the thought that he could have almost lost you, lost a daughter.

That was when you started to move. Your feet unable to stop.

You didn’t know where you were going until your hands were on the handle to Laura’s door, didn’t even realized you had finally opened it after a year of solitude —or ignoring it was even there— too fearful to try and step inside.

Ellie, Larry and Joel were looking at you. Frozen in place, unable to move or speak as you closed the door at your back and buried yourself on your best friend for the longest time after her death.

It smell so much like her it made your eyes water. Her paintings and sketches all over the walls. Polaroids decorating the empty spaces, photos pf the two of you when everything was perfect —as perfect as it could be in a world like this—. Books left unfinished where left at the feet of her bed, her night table still had her favorite one left open on her favorite page. Alice in wonderland.

Your heart plummeted with your body on her bed, on her unmade bed that felt like giving her a hug, like having her close. That smelled like the stupid citrus stupid shampoo he used for her curly hair…

Your hands tugged on one of her pillows, your body curling around it trying to find her. Trying to find her warmth, her own beating heart. But you only could feel your own, your own shattering one.

You were staining the sheets with blood. Destroying that already broken place that you had been to scared to walk into. But you couldn’t care less. ‘Cause maybe that’s what would make you finally clean them up and put them inside her wardrobe, which peeked open at your right. Maybe…, this new blood could make you move on, even if it hurt.

You closed your eyes, ignoring the stickiness of your body, the weight of your drenched clothes, and cried. Cried in the silence that she had left behind, cried in the fear that had caved in you today after years of fearless guts.

For the first time in a year you had been scared. Scared of this world. Scared of a new death. Scared of your heart breaking again.

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ok i’ve had time to sit with this viewing of wakanda forever and im only going to try to add things i haven’t spoken about before UNLESS my opinion on something has changed. i do have namuri and okoyuma brainrot so excuse any shipper nonsense you don’t care about 🥴

L O N G P O S T 👇🏾

Small Details I Noticed:

as t’challa was being carried to the city of the dead after the funeral two wakandan ships cross in the sky like they’re doing the wakandan salute

when ramonda meets with the united nations she wears purple and gold symbolizing how she’s “taking care of business” like killmonger

the color red is associated with tradition in wakanda and everything new is associated with the color the blue and blue typically is associated with what element? water

aneka and ayo are so cute 😙

the shift from background music to it being diegetic sirens was masterful

i couldn’t figure out why namor said shuri was the first surface dweller in talokan but he had a suit. then i realized duh it was from the start of the movie 🥴

Why does no one go for the Talokanil masks

t’challa falls in love with a river tribe girl, ramonda finds comfort by sources of water I don’t find it coincidental at ALL her whole family has ties to water.

every time he issues a threat Namor is looking at Ramonda but when he sets the shell down to ask them to call? he looks at shuri.

shuri wears white while she’s working in her lab because she’s still in a mourning period.

shuri’s tribe wears red namor is represented(partially) by blue and what color does shuri wear when she’s taken to his domain? purple.

I JUST REALIZED T’CHALLA JR IS THE KID THAT WALKED UP TO RAMONDA

NAMOR IS NOT THE VILLAIN. IMMEDIATELY AFTER HE TOLD SHURI THE SURFACE WOULD ATTACK THEY CUT TO A SCENE OF THEM PLANNING TO ATTACK WAKANDA

attuma is down horrendous he ain’t even join the fight in wakanda he just went looking for okoye. STAND UP.

namor and shuri pausing to stare at each other before she shoots cause they really don’t want to fight 😐

people keep saying ross’ scenes weren’t necessary and yet fully missed that namor was proved right by his scenes

N’Jadaka TOLD YALL ramonda gave her life to save riri. (doesn’t justify namor’s actions but don’t take away her agency)

shuri’s panther ears on her helmet point down like she’s ready to pounce whereas t’challa’s pointed up showing he was docile

shuri’s actions fully show us namor’s origin and how he ends up as adamant and stubborn as he is. their hatred turned them into warmongers shuri is just able to stop herself before she does something truly irreversible.

namor is such a loser he really thought shuri was finna call him on his shellphone.

in the midst of everything she remembers holding hands with namor as they watched the sunrise…hm.

Random Thoughts I Had During the Movie:

That chairman who introduced Ramonda was fine as hell

That french lady shook her head like her men ain’t break into that lab that’s wild.

Attuma’s first entrance (on the ship) had me grinning from ear to ear like “HEY BIG DADDY!”

Namor can really be brutal as fuck. The way those agents were screaming as their helicopter was spun into the ocean was scary as hell! (i’m still on his side tho ✋🏾🫱🏾liik’ik talokan)

hi anderson cooper!

i wonder why ramonda cut her hair

when shuri told her mother K’uk’ulkan was covered in vibranium he looked at her like “oh so you looked me over?” 😁

the jibari are hilarious

mbakus very silly but he has a big heart and is clearly very wise

nah okoye is right the midnight angel suit is u g l y

i cannot fully express how annoying i find de fontaine

riri my darling baby girl i love you

okoye don’t look ashy and i’m tired of them coming at my good sis

okoye is so funny 😭

the car chase scenes are always the best in these movies

i need the wakanda forever script

attuma GROWLED at okoye just kiss already

i like that attuma got his own whale and everybody else gotta share

ross is such a smol little guy who’s scared of him 🥴

angela was acting her ass off we know this but you know who else? danai. yup. i should watch the walking dead

everybody in this movie fine as hell

nakia should be in more avengers movies

nakia grew them dreads fast

their shaman was fine too everybody is HOT

why is de fontaines hair purple she looks twelve

if namor got in my face like that i’d kiss him idk

shuri fully forgot she was wearing that man’s bracelet until it was pointed out to her

mbaku’s face when he saw that whale underwater took me out.

see namor dodging shuri’s fire makes no sense he literally stands still when he’s being fired at initially and then hits the ship fire out of the air with his spear.

riri don’t listen cause ramonda definitely told her ass to run

i just-don’t get namor sometimes because he fully could have killed the scientist and shuri and he clearly doesn’t care about eternal war he just DOESN’T DO IT.

Nakia’s funeral outfit is beautiful

i will fully admit that the beauty of tenoch blinded me to namor’s brutality. that man is vicious.

aneka is so funny

iron heart has such a cute anime suit i kinda love it and hate it

we’ll probably see a different one since she can’t take it home though.

there’s something so silly about the way shuri and mbaku start to arm wrestle

the way he said “princess” and stared at her on the ship…he wanted to fuck so bad omg.

the lighting when shuri gets stabbed is insane, it becomes less saturated and green and i really like it 😗

namor’s little butt jiggle as he fell?? lol

the dissenting wakandans and talokanil are going to be a problem moving forward. they’ve each lost people and they’re not gonna let that slide.

WHY SOMEBODY BOO WHEN ANEKA KISSED AYOS HEAD. FUCK OFF HOMOPHOBE

Final Thoughts:

I really love this movie obviously but i think Tenoch being hot kinda blinded me to how cruel Namor can really be. Cause the whole time i’m thinking, he’s hot and he’s right i’m on his side. In general he doesn’t use excessive force and he gives people ample opportunities to stop fucking with him before he really goes off tho.

I still stick with my assessment that Namor isn’t a villain and you’ve missed the point if you think he is, that his actions weren’t justified but i understand he needs to protect his people so it’s not without reason.

I don’t understand why people think shuri shouldn’t have been the black panther okoye is in the dora, nakia is a spy who else was gonna be the panther?

i don’t know exactly why but this movie excites me and i am growing to love it more than any other marvel movie. this is most likely the last time ill see it in theatres since i don’t want to make myself bored with it but i’m really thankful to ryan and co for putting this out they did chad justice

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Hihi! I loved ur first fic w/ natsume and jun! If u don't mind could u write abt Eichi, Keito and Nazuna having a crush on reader but the reader is super oblivious </3 and thinks they're just supperr close and calls them "nii-chan"

thank you anon! i didnt know much about these characters so this was a fun challenge <3 (everyone say thank you cherry, reze and qian for helping liddle ol’ me with characterisation!) also oblivious reader is so silly /pos

eichi, keito & nazuna crushing on an oblivious reader

they/them pronouns used for reader in keito's part; no pronouns in other parts

eichi would be confused at first, but it eventually makes way for amusement!

he’s a busy man, but he makes sure to make time for you. you’re incredibly important to him… even if you’re not aware of just how much.

at first he thinks he’s doing something wrong – much of his knowledge on courting and romance comes from movies and books, so he’s unsure as to whether such things are okay in real life.

he invites you to tea… or to a fancy dinner… he buys you whatever you even glance at… and all he’s met with is a sweet smile and a bright “thank you, nii-chan!”

ah… he’s not very sure on how to proceed. cue the signature eichi faint smile ^_^

he’s not very creative in this department, so i’d expect him to start consuming more romance media to gain inspiration… he's hitting the books yall look at him go!!

due to this, a lot of his courting methods are traditional and cliche, but it’s incredibly endearing that he tries so hard! or it would be, if you were aware that he was courting you in the first place…

i’d think eichi is quite the clingy person – he hasn’t had many friends or acquaintances, so to find someone he likes so much? someone who (probably. arguably. possibly.) likes him back just as much? he’s going to be so protective of you.

it’s very obvious how much he favours you! at least to everyone else -.- he’d have a special seat in his office just for you… your favourite tea blends (or other drinks, if you don’t like tea!) just within reach…

it’s visible in the way his voice softens almost imperceptibly when he’s speaking to you, or the way a smile slips onto his face when your name pops up in conversation.

though he thinks your oblivion is amusing – aren’t you just the cutest, most innocent thing? – he’s well aware of his clock ticking down. he won’t admit it, but he’s quite afraid that he won’t be able to spend as much time with you as he wants to. he’ll have to speed things up… maybe he’d just have to ask you directly? you’re sure to say yes, right?

keito & nazuna below the cut!

ah, keito. he’d be losing his mind actually.

this man is absolutely an overthinker. his huge wrinkly brain is working overtime for sure.

it’s silly because both of you would be oblivious at first! meaning, keito wouldn’t notice his little crush until someone else points it out to him.

even then, he’d be firmly in denial… such feelings are utterly foreign to him. plus, he has no idea what to do with them!?

confess, keito. shoot your shot, that’s what. ← real words from his lecture club

he’s not likely to confess to you unless he knows for sure that you like him back. he likes having a solid plan to follow, and feels much more at ease when he can anticipate every outcome.

but you’re not gonna make it that easy for him, are you?

he really does try his best… but he has unconventional ways of showing his affection

he nags at you quite a bit! i hope you like his lectures 0(-( he just wants you to be at your best i promise.

romantic words aren’t really his forte. this man is incredibly awkward when it comes to you, so any attempts to rizz you up end in him getting embarrassed and fleeing the scene.

100% he comes up to fix your collar or your tie and he’s so flustered from the proximity but you’re just like :DD nii-chan!!! and there’s a pang in his chest.

"i smiled at them more than normal why dont they get it" "keito you looked constipated" /hj

he’d probably write manga about you… or create a character that’s clearly inspired by you… please, please take the hint ;-;

he’d be crazy frustrated!! he’s not getting through to you at all and it’s driving him insane. this is solidly outside his comfort zone too, he’s not exactly having a fun time. he thinks he’s doing something wrong, or that this is your way of telling him you’re not interested… poor keito :(

someone close to him would have to coax him into telling you directly!! even then, it would take him a fair amount of time to psych himself up enough to act.

when it happens, though, he'd be a blushing, stuttering mess -- such a far cry from his usual calm demeanour.

nazuna is a sweetheart tbh...

he's already an affectionate and caring person, but it's turned up tenfold with you! it's pretty obvious when he has taken a liking to someone.

nazuna strikes me as someone who has to have a solid friendship before they can develop a crush, so the two of you probably already have a good relationship!

he dotes on you a ton, and checks up on you the same way he does his unitmates! he just wants you all to do your best, and he's unconditionally proud of you regardless of the outcome. he makes sure you know it too.

sure, he likes being called nii-chan by his juniors, but theres a certain pang in his chest when it's coming from you, especially when you sound so sincere about it.

ah... maybe he's taken on a brotherly role from your perspective... how would he go about expressing his interest in you instead? he's extremely respectful about it. nazuna drinks his respect people juice daily ^_^)b

he doesn't really know a way other than showering you with even more affection. loving you comes so easily to him! how could it not? you're so incredibly precious, he just wants to see you happy :)

poor guy gets overwhelmed easily, though... the combination of your sweet smile and your oblivious reactions to his advances makes his head swim!! if he's not careful? if he gets worked up enough and acts rashly? he might just go in for the kiss straightaway...

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Crushes

Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley x Doctor!Fem!Reader

Summary: In which he has a crush on the Doctor and asks her out.

You were convinced army men were a different species.

Like Soap, tall, handsome muscular, funny and yet when needed to be extremely dangerous.

Price, funny, kind, and always knows what to say to you after a hard day yet he is a captain and rightfully so.

Gaz, the one who you barely saw in your infirmary, and yet you still met him many times. Gaz always made you laugh and he was a proper gentleman, and yet when needed be, he would shoot anyone with zero hesitation.

And then there was Ghost. The man is huge, you remember the first time he came to you after he got a gun shot wound. He walked in as if he only had a scrape while the bullet was still in his shoulder. He always had his scary mask on, or a mask on, never showing his face.

Anyone who would do the jobs they are doing would be a troubled person but somehow you felt like Ghost was the most broken.

And yet, being so big and scary, he was still extremely kind and respectful with you, barely talked and yet said so much.

His eyes were truly a window to his soul. You could only imagine how he was on the battlefield. Given his huge size and muscles.

You only heard stories about the missions Taskforce 141 went on, you mainly saw the aftermath. Like Gaz's dislocated shoulder or Soap's stab wound.

They were for sure a different breed.

A very sexy breed.

You were sure the danger that came with them was one of the reasons you felt like this.

But even you had to keep up the professional look.

Being a doctor, you had to be strong and professional. But then why did they make you into a shy teen as soon as they entered?

Simon especially.

Now, you did hear other women at base talk about him and the things they would do, so you knew you weren't alone in your crush. But even so, you needed to stop.

Men like him don't go for women like you, they are basically married to their jobs. No relationships.

You knew your place. And so, you never went over the line.

"Hi Doc,"

"Jesus, Johnny, giving me a heart attack so early in the morning." you said as you placed your hand over your heart.

"It's 10 in the morning."

"Your point?"

"Alright, so just wanted to give you a heads up Lt and I are going on a mission."

"And you plan on getting stabbed again?"

"Of course not." he laughed. "But somehow, every mission Lt goes to, he ends up here. He's a big boy, and he never went to the infirmary unless Captain yelled at him, but now, he just willingly goes every time. So, just wanted to let you know." Perhaps Johnny was too oblivious to understand what he just said, but your heart skipped a beat.

Either he was coming to meet with one of the nurses. Or he wanted to see you. But you doubted he was there to see you.

He barely spoke so it had to be a nurse.

Johnny was right, after the mission both ended up in the infirmary, Johnny had a bullet wound while Simon got a dislocated shoulder which was poorly put back.

"Okay, so Johnny can leave if he promises he will come back tomorrow so I can change his-"

"I promise, Doc, thank you." MacTavish said as he rushed out the room. You could only blink.

"What's with him?" you asked Simon who only shook his head. "Alright, but you Simon, I need an X-ray, I suspect the reason your shoulder hurts is more than just a dislocation but when you put it back, you might have cracked or fractured the bone. So, I will have to ask you to please follow me so we can do the x-ray."

Simon followed in complete silence.

"Can you please remove your shirt and stand facing me by that machine?" He did everything you asked. But your mind began to wonder as he wanted to pull his shirt over his head. But soon stopped and looked at you.

"Can you help? It hurts." was all he said.

"Oh, yeah, sorry, I thought you preferred to do it yourself." you really shouldn't let your mind wander as you helped him, of course his mask stayed, but you now had a better look at his body. Littered in scars and tattoos the man was fine as hell.

But you didn't want to use this situation to your advantage, yet you still couldn't help but feel warmer than a couple minutes ago. The fact that your fingers touched his skin when you lifted his shirt also didn't help your position.

You held the scan up before finally sitting down.

"Thankfully nothing serious. I assume when you put it back incorrectly, it must have hit a nerve and that's why it hurts more. Let's wait until tomorrow and see if it's better."

"Thanks, Doc." he said before he stood up and left.

A couple days after, you still didn't hear from him or his shoulder. You assumed it got better, so you left it at that.

Not like you wanted to chase him down the corridors asking how his shoulder was.

So, you just let it go.

One evening, you were working later than usual when the door opened. Thankfully it wasn't an emergency, only Simon.

"Simon, how's your shoulder?"

"All good."

"Perfect, what brings you here then?"

"I saw the light was on and... you shouldn't be up so late." you looked at him, the black mask covering his face as usual, only his eyes visible.

"Yes, well, I have a lot of work to do."

"You should go and sleep."

"Thank you Simon, but I'll have to finish this."

"How long?"

"About 30 minutes." you watched as he sat down on the chair in front of you. "What are you doing?"

"I'll wait 30 minutes and then bring you to your room, you need to rest, you look after our health, wouldn't want you tired and make mistakes."

Who were you to argue with him?

Instead, you just tried to finish everything up, because you saw him setting a timer.

"Time's up." he announced just as you closed the folder.

You made sure everything was put away before heading to your courters.

"Are you sure you are okay Simon? Johnny said you never went to the infirmary before but lately you come a lot." you asked as you two started walking, you didn't expect him to walk with you, but you weren't complaining.

"I'm fine, just wanted to make sure you are all good."

"Thank you, Simon."

You two arrived at your door as you turned and gave him a smile.

"Thank you again, have a good evening." you turned to open the door but he spoke up, making you stop.

"I-I was thinking...I have a mission but after if you are free, we could go for a tea or scotch or something?"

"Are you asking me on a date?"

"Yes." his voice was pure confidence, not like before. "If you want to, of course."

"I would love to, but I thought you liked one of the nurses?"

"Sorry?"

"Wasn't there why you came so often to the infirmary?"

"Oh, actually I went because of you."

"Oh. We can go for tea of a drink after your mission, but you have to promise me something."

"Anything."

"Don't get hurt too bad." you knew asking him not to get hurt at all would be a stretch, given his position he would most likely get hurt, even if just a little.

"Copy that, Ma'am."

You gave him one last smile before you headed inside.

Your heart was hammering in your chest as you couldn't help but smile for the rest of the week.

You couldn't wait for your date. So, as soon as you got the news that they were back, unharmed, you couldn't hide your excitement.

You waited for him to come through those doors and take you out as he promised he would.

And one day, it finally happened, he opened the door and you smiled at him.

"Ready?" is all he asked, all he needed to ask as you ran to him.

"Ready." you replied before locking the door behind yourself.

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Yes I know this is late, but what kind of event runner would I be if I didn’t participate? hopefully the other fics I have planned will be a bit more on time (this is unlikely)

Day 1 of Es x reader nsfw week!

Hiyori x Jun x Fem!Reader

ao3

tags: threesome, double penetration, vaginal sex, creampie, breeding, degradation

“God, you’re such a slut.”

Hiyori’s mean words went straight to your cunt, and his mouth curled into a smirk when he felt your walls clench harder around him. Maybe you could’ve denied his statement, even been a brat and talked back about his own sexual habits. But the fact was that not only was Hiyori’s cock pressing right against your cervix, but joining it was Jun’s equally girthy length, the duo’s simultaneous penetration stretching your pussy out to its limits and turning your brain to mush.

“To think you were a virgin when we first met, and now look at you, letting the two of us fuck you at once.” He squeezed your breasts, accentuating his point with shallow thrusts upwards, the small movements making you cry out in pleasure.

“H-Hiyor—AH!”

A particularly hard thrust from behind made you squeal, hands shooting out against Hiyori’s chest to break your fall. His skin was so soft and warm, covered in a sheen of sweat. You would’ve admired the view more, but the way Jun’s cock was rubbing against your sweet spot just right forced that thought out as quickly as it popped up, replacing it with static as you squealed again.

“So fucking tight…” Jun moaned, hands gripping your hips so hard they were sure to bruise. “Can’t get enough.”

He was definitely exerting more effort than Hiyori in pounding your insides. Not that the latter was enjoying it any less, he simply preferred to watch, getting just as much pleasure from the friction of Jun’s cock against his, combined with the way your warm walls squeezed him.

“Now, now, Jun, don’t go finishing before me.” Hiyori tisked, wagging a finger at him. “Put that stamina training to use~”

Jun panted in acknowledgement, too focused on the slapping of his balls against your ass each time he pushed inside you. Your slick folds tried their best to cling to their lengths, only for them to futilely slip out and crash back into you like a neverending barrage of attacks. Their thrusting being out of sync also meant that you couldn’t relax for even a moment, your body as tense as a string of thread being pulled on both sides by these two, just waiting for it to snap.

“You really are a cute little thing.” Hiyori sighed in admiration. “All ours to use. How lucky are you that you get to be Eve’s personal slut? I wouldn’t put this cute pussy of yours to better use, wouldn’t you agree, Jun-kun?”

“Y-Yeah.” He groaned. “Fuck, I’m so close.”

“Careful about finishing inside,” Hiyori teased, “unless you want a little Jun-kun running around. Then again, /name/‘s been such a whore. She surely won’t mind carrying a baby or two, am I wrong?”

The sudden suggestion of getting pregnant certainly wasn’t something you previously considered, but maybe it was the daze from how horny you were, or Hiyori’s voice just had that magical effect on you, because you found yourself not minding the idea of carrying their kids. It wasn’t just a want though, in your lust filled state it had turned into a need.

“If you want us to pull out, just say the word. Otherwise…” Hiyori tilted your chin up to meet his eyes, the lust contained in them indescribable.

“We’ll make sure to stuff your womb to the brim.”

You felt the thread pulled taut inside you finally snap.

“Please!” You were almost sobbing from the pleasure. “Please, I need your seed inside me! Hiyori! Jun!”

Responding to your request, they sped up even more than before, and with Hiyori’s fingers on your chest and Jun’s hands on your hips, your climax was reached in no time. You cried out a barrage of pleading and begging as they fucked you through your orgasm, making sure they knew just how much you wanted this, to be used like a cum dump. You weren’t sure who came next, you just knew that after a few more seconds both stilled inside you, letting out pretty moans of their own as a flood of warmth entered you. The amount pouring in from the two idols was immense, you could feel their cum seeping out of the gaps between you and their lengths, the sticky release trailing down your thighs.

“Mm, you like that, don’t you?” Hiyori looked over your dazed form, happy with the result of his and Jun’s efforts. “Well, we’ve only just begun.”

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The Best Teacher

Fandom: Trials of Apollo Rating: Gen Genre: Family Characters: Kayla, Yan, Jerry, Will All new Apollo kids have to have their archery skills vetted. TOApril 2024 has begun and this time I plan on actually taking part, so here is day 1 - Missed Target

“Have either of you shot before?” Kayla asked, turning to face her two newest siblings. Perhaps she should have asked that earlier, before leading them to the archery range and putting bows in their hands, but who said she was the best person to be doing this?

Well, she was the best archer in camp, so of course she was.

Kayla steadfastly ignored her spectating brother from where he was pretending not to watch behind the waiting line. Will might be head counsellor, but he was not the best archer in camp.

Yan shrugged. He – they, she corrected herself – held the bow she’d given them up, inspecting it. She hadn’t given them anything complicated; camp default was the longbow, which was very much a point and shoot type of bow. Powerful, but easy enough for most demigods to get the hang of. “Once or twice,” they said in a dismissive voice that meant either they were lying, or didn’t think it was important.

Next to him, Jerry was plucking at the string of his bow – composite recurve, because he was a bit younger and smaller and longbows were tall – absently. “Nope!” he said cheerfully.

Well, Kayla had had worse students – ones that had shot before and thought they were good at it, until she caught sight of their form and realised it was a miracle they hadn’t hurt themselves trying to draw their bows. Not used to shooting meant blank slates.

“Okay,” she said. “In that case, part one – safety rules at the range, before our big brother yells at me because I forgot to say something and someone gets hurt.” She intentionally didn’t look towards where Will was sitting with Nico. “This is the waiting line. Don’t step past that unless you’re about to shoot.” She pointed at the line closer to the targets. “That is the shooting line. While doing range shooting, you stand on that line and do not cross it under any circumstances while anyone has a bow in their hand.”

“What about non range shooting?” Yan asked, and Kayla shrugged back at them.

“That comes once you can range shoot well enough to not kill anyone,” she said. “So, who’s first?”

“Me!” Jerry shrieked, throwing his hand in the air at the same time Yan said “age order,” and stepped up to the waiting line.

Kayla should have expected that, really.

“Experience first,” she decided. “Jerry, stay there and watch.” The British boy pouted but Kayla ignored him as she led Yan up to the shooting line.

For demonstration reasons, she’d passed over her own bow in favour of a longbow. The smooth European yew felt different in her hand to her usual carbon fibre, but it was still instinct to raise it and draw back under the close watch of her new siblings.

“Let it settle,” she cautioned. “Then one… two… release.” Her arrow thudded into the centre of the target, burying itself halfway to the fletching. “And finish like this.” She held her position for a moment, letting Yan take it in before relaxing.

“I got it,” they said calmly, and before Kayla could even say anything, they had their loaned longbow at full draw, steady and with beautiful form.

Before she came to camp, Kayla would have thought Yan had lied about how little they’d shot before, but she knew better now. Things didn’t always follow logical sense for demigods, and being able to perfectly draw back a longbow when they were a child of Apollo was hardly surprising. Yan didn’t count out loud, but they didn’t need to. Kayla saw the bow settle as the draw weight sat into their back muscles, and the moment it stabilised, they released.

It wasn’t a perfect shot – their technique was, but they clearly needed to work on their aim a little – but their arrow buried itself in the inner red ring of the target.

Another archer sibling. Kayla grinned and handed them another arrow. “Again,” she encouraged, and they obliged with a grin of their own, smaller than hers but she suspected no less maniac. It was a thrill, feeling the bowstring sing and knowing that the arrow was going to land exactly where it had aimed.

Yan’s second shot was closer, breaking the line between inner red and outer gold, and Kayla knew it wouldn’t take much more practice before they were hitting gold every time – and once they could do that at greater distances, it would be time to move on to combat archery rather than target archery.

Kayla was delighted, but before she could give Yan another arrow, Jerry made his presence known behind her.

“When’s it my turn?” he demanded, and Kayla realised she couldn’t expect him to keep waiting. Maybe he would be another archer sibling; she’d like that. Most of their cabin were healers and musicians before they were archers (she carefully didn’t think about why) – and if she was honest, she’d like more siblings that could help her support their dad, if he ever came back and brought more enemies with him.

“Now,” she said, handing a few more arrows to Yan. “Keep shooting,” she told them, confident that they wouldn’t hurt themselves if she looked away (anyway, Will was there if something did go wrong).

Jerry bounded over the shooting line, looking eager – more eager now than he had before Yan had shot, and Kayla couldn’t quite forget that the two of them had arrived together, had reportedly known each other for some time before discovering they shared a father. He made impatient grabby hands for an arrow, and Kayla gave him one.

Instantly, she could tell that Jerry was not an archer first and foremost. He fumbled the nock against the string a couple of times before it finally caught, and when she had him mirror her at full draw… There were things to work on.

Before she could step closer to him to correct his stance, he let the arrow fly, jerking back awkwardly at the bow’s recoil, because he hadn’t been stable at all, and the arrow predictably responded in kind.

Kayla didn’t see where it landed, because she was too busy looking at Jerry, but she noticed the distinct absence of the thunk of an arrow hitting a boss. Instinctively, she winced. Missing the target entirely was embarrassing, especially as she had them set so close to the shooting line for initial lessons.

Jerry looked like he was about to cry, and Kayla was not equipped to deal with crying younger brothers, so she hurriedly stepped up to him and started nudging his feet with hers.

“Let’s fix your stance before you try again,” she said, gripping his shoulders and twisting his torso until it was straight, side on to the targets. “Feet wider… wider… wider… okay, that’s good. Head…” she put her palms either side of his face and carefully directed it to look straight at the target without twisting the rest of his body. She nocked the next arrow herself. “Draw back… Elbow up. And back more. More… more. Use your back muscles, not your arms, it’ll be easier.”

After some poking and prodding, she had Jerry standing at full draw in something that looked reasonably like it was supposed to – not perfect, but that was going to take some work, she accepted with some internal dejection. Just because Da was a coach didn’t mean she was a good coach. Teaching people to shoot was far harder than shooting. “And release.”

There was at least a thud of contact this time, but when Kayla turned to look at where it had gone, it had still landed outside of the target sheet, barely hanging on to the edge of the boss.

Jerry burst into tears.

“It was better!” Kayla tried to reassure him. “It’ll just take some practice!” Behind Jerry, she could see Yan approaching, looking distressed at Jerry being upset, and this was way out of Kayla’s wheelhouse.

A hand on her shoulder pulled her back slightly and she glanced up to see Will smiling at her gently. “I’ve got this,” he promised. “You take Yan.”

“But-” She was the one that was supposed to be teaching them. Will wasn’t actually supposed to be there at all, and he certainly wasn’t supposed to be taking over teaching when he was the worst archer in cabin seven!

Well. Second worst archer, now.

“I was that bad when I started,” Will told her, his voice raised enough that Jerry and Yan could hear him, too. “I’ve got a few tips and tricks that I was given back then that helped me, so they might help Jerry, too.”

Kayla hated that she could probably guess who had given Will those tips and tricks, because she’d noticed that he had a habit of not naming their dead siblings ever if he could help it. He’d mention names she didn’t recognise, ones that had left before she’d arrived, but the ones that had died?

Introducing others to the archery range always made her think of Michael and the first time he’d introduced her.

“Go on,” Will nudged her. “Go have fun with Yan. I’ve got Jerry.”

It seemed wrong, leaving the two worst archers together, but maybe Will had a point, and Kayla really wasn’t equipped to deal with Jerry’s tears – or the frustration she was going to feel when Jerry kept struggling, because she could admit she wasn’t the most patient demigod in the world. Not even close.

“Okay,” she caved, passing the spare quiver to Will and persuading herself that she wasn’t giving up, she was just being smart, and Yan still needed some tips on aiming, if nothing else. “Come on, Yan, let’s get your aim perfect.”

“But-” they protested. Kayla ignored it and grabbed their arm, pulling them back to their place on the shooting line.

“Will’s got Jerry,” she assured them, and Yan hadn’t been in camp long enough to know exactly what that meant, but they knew that Will was head counsellor – and sure enough, already, Kayla couldn’t hear any more crying, just a low murmur of reassurance from their big brother.

She tried not to let it get to her when, despite still not managing anything better than the outer black all session, Jerry still looked far happier with Will’s tuition than her own.

Will was just like that.

#trials of apollo #trials of apollo fanfiction #riordanverse #riordanverse fanfiction #toapril #toapril 2024 #kayla knowles #toa yan #toa jerry #will solace #cabin seven

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agaypanic · 3 months

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smutty blurbs w eric forman?? 😱

Eric Forman Smutty Headcanons

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A/N: couldn’t really think of blurbs so i decided to do some headcanons, also i dont have too much in depth knowledge about star wars. Eric might be a bit ooc but idc lol

C/W: smutty content (duh), roleplay, mentions of bondage, i feel like thats it

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Loves roleplaying lmao

Remember that episode where Donna dressed up as Leia for him and he had the stormtrooper helmet??

Yeah yall do that

Sometimes, it’s hard to stay serious because he’s having too much fun with it

“Tell me what you know about the Rebel Alliance’s plans, prisoner.” You could tell that Eric was lowering his voice underneath the bulky Stormtrooper helmet. You had to keep yourself from giggling so you didn’t break the illusion of being a Stormtrooper’s prisoner.

“I’ll never tell you.” You responded defiantly, glaring at your boyfriend’s hidden face.

Eric took a step closer, bringing a hand out from behind his back to reveal a Stormtrooper gun, which you remember getting him for his most recent birthday.

“Be obedient, and you might be rewarded.” Eric pointed the fake gun towards you, his bulky white helmet tilting to the side slightly. “Resist, and you’ll regret it.”

“Don’t point that blaster at me.” You backed up as much as possible, trying to appear scared, but it wasn’t long before your back hit Eric’s headboard.

“Actually,” Eric said, lifting his helmet off his head and looking at the gun, “It’s an E-Eleven Blaster Rifle, Y/n. We’ve been through this.”

“Oh, so sorry.” You rolled your eyes before laughing at Eric’s seriousness. Pushing off the headboard, you crawled over to the end of the bed and kneeled on the mattress in front of Eric. His eyes followed your body, his own stiffening at your seductive stare. “Is that another blaster in your pocket, Mr. Trooper? Or are you just happy to see me?”

“Storm-trooper,” he corrected, his voice quiet as he slowly let the helmet slip back down. You sighed but quickly brushed it off.

“Mr. Stormtrooper.”

Good at foreplay

His nickname’s “foreplay” for a reason lmao

Well, it’s supposed to be an embarrassing nickname

But once he starts dating you, he becomes a bit proud of the nickname

“Eric.” You whined, squirming around on the bed. “Please, do something!”

“Shush.” Eric’s hands lightly trailed up and down your sides underneath your shirt, the contact making you shiver. “Be good, Y/n.” He lifted your shirt over your head, and you helped pull it off, throwing it somewhere in Eric’s room.

Soon, you were almost naked, your underwear being the only thing covering you. Yet Eric completely avoided the place that ached for him most, no matter how much you begged.

“You’re such a tease.” You pouted.

“Oh, it’ll be worth it, baby,” Eric smirked as he lowered himself to the end of the bed, pushing your legs apart. “Just you wait.”

Back to roleplay real quick

Makes a lot of references to movies or comics

Either during sex or the reference leads to sex

Days where you and Eric had the house to yourselves were rare. With Red being retired, Hyde living in the basement, and the Forman’s house being the hangout spot for your friend group, it was hard to find alone time unless you wanted to be at your house or go somewhere in Eric’s car.

But on the rare days when no one was home, the two of you took full advantage of it.

“Spider-Man’s so cool,” Eric mumbled as he read through a comic book, holding it with one hand so his other arm could be wrapped around your shoulders while you watched TV.

Taking full advantage usually meant sitting in the living room instead of hiding in Eric’s room or the basement.

“I wanna be one of Charlie’s Angels so bad.” You responded as you watched Jill Munroe, Kelly Garrett, and Sabrina Duncan kick some ass. Eric looked up at the screen and smirked before looking at you.

“I’d let you interrogate me in a bikini.” You jokingly slapped his chest, making your boyfriend laugh before returning to his comic. “God, having web shooters would be so awesome. Swinging from building to building, fighting crime.”

“Yeah, and you can tie people up.”

It was an offhand remark, as you were only half listening to Eric while watching TV. But then you felt Eric’s intense gaze on you, and when you made eye contact, you realized how he took what you said. His eyebrows raised suggestively, and soon, you were turning off the television, throwing the comic book onto the couch, and racing up to Eric’s room.

#agaypanic #eric forman x reader #Eric forman #that 70s show x reader #that 70s show #Eric forman x reader smut

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daydreamalley · 9 months

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I’m gonna cry, because even if what Dazai was about to say to Chuuya is that they were INDELIBLY FATED to die together Dazai has always specified he DOES NOT WANT TO DIE WITH CHUUYA. In Storm Bringer, he genuinely gets more motivated to stop Verlaine because Mori points out that if Dazai and Chuuya both die in the same horrible disaster that’s about to ensue that’s almost like dying WITH Chuuya, and Dazai doesn’t want that. He’s made it clear, though mostly jokingly, that while he wants to have a double suicide, he’d never want it with Chuuya. He made a joke IN CH.109 about how it sucks cuz Chuuya is the one killing him. I feel like it’s been implied throughout that Dazai doesn’t want to die with Chuuya, but what if all along Dazai has always expected they were destined to die together, equals in every way till the end, partners till the very last moment, and even entering death together as Double Black. LIKE SERIOUSLY, what if Dazai expects to die with Chuuya by his side. Do you realize the implications of this?! A man who’s been trying to commit suicide for so long, who said Chuuya convinced him to live, who he has explicitly stated he does not want to die with, and yet could think this.

So much of 109 makes me need to go lie down.

Like I always assumed that maybe one of the reasons Dazai didn’t want Chuuya to die with him is because some part of him wanted Chuuya to live anyway.

And we all know Dazai generally has his little plans and predictions for the future, and like, why would he think his fate is to die with Chuuya?! Like, fucking hello?! The implications of this. I just… Don’t mind me, Imma go scream for a while.

Like, I know this could be just Dazai spouting bullshit, and who knows if this will ever go anywhere and we figure out what he said, but I don’t even care if it’s just baiting us, because this is simultaneously giving me life and killing me dead.

Alternatively, what if they were destined to live?! Unlikely with Dazai’s propensity for suicide, but like, imagine. Them both living. Meant to be together in some way.

Save the world? Destined to save the world?!!! What was he gonna say!? I imagine even vampire Chuuya was like “nah, I don’t feel like hearing this, cuz Dazai’s usually right, so what if I just fake shoot him to shut him up?”

It’s just the fact that Dazai still thinks they’re destined for something *together* and has all these years (unless this is a fake out which is honestly the thing I’m most worried about. I don’t think Dazai’s dead, but that this was bullshit worries me.) Despite leaving, he still thinks their fates are intrinsic to each other (entwined), still calls Chuuya partner, and like, they have unbreakable trust, don’t give me this shit of vampirism ruining that trust.

#bsd #bsd manga #bsd spoilers #bsd 109 #bsd chapter 109 #bungo stray dogs #skk #soukoku #bsd chuuya #bsd dazai #still def freaking out about this #my ramblings

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jakkon-and-rose-topic · 3 months

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EVERYONE PLEASE HELP WITH MY PROJECT, EVEN IF I DIDN'T TAG YOU

I call upon all writers, please

I will accept any type of assistance

Any type at all

@vyuntspakhkite-l-darling @agirlandherquill @ajgrey9647 @mk-writes-stuff @illarian-rambling @supersoakerfullofblood @smudged-red-ink

I know this is probably not a good thing to ask some pretty busy people, But I'm trying to Brainstorm an argument between J&R that drives a rift between them for a bit

Feel free to pass this right up, but I'd love if you were to give me a few suggestions, lines, or even help me build the dialogue.

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If you want to help here's the overview:

(Rose calls Jak Horns and Jak calls her Petals until shit gets serious - Like someone's going to die or unless they're really angry.)

Rose and Jak get into a heated argument over... something? (Idk what... but it's probably Jak's mental issues)

Rose ends up hurting Jak by saying he's worthless, (She very much doesn't mean it but she's got some anger-management issues)

Jak ends up hurting her by Saying he doesn't care about her and/or he doesn't care about her efforts to help her and just wants to be alone (He also very much does not mean that, but he also has issues with anger)

Neither of them can really communicate properly, and I have Rose's End Line that hurts Jak, but I don't have his that hurts her.

So far I've just got this outline:

Start it off with R confronting J about [issue]

J shoots back with a very tired, and frustrated snide comment, because he knows about [issue] but he doesn't know how to fix it and it's making him angry with himself

R says something sarcastic back because she's getting annoyed

They go back and forth for a bit

It escalates with J saying something about how not everyone can be so perfectly level-headed all of the time

R shouts at him for that

More back and forth

It escalates again with R saying he's too sentimental

They take jabs at one another's insecurities for a bit (For Rose: Her hiding her feelings, the fact that she's very passionate and loud most of the time, and for Jak his drinking and his inability to cope with himself and his memories)

Then R Says something about how she cares about him

J shoots back with his Hurt Line

And She immediately shoots back with hers and storms out, (Probably crying)

At this point J is probably also crying

{I'm planning on letting the Argument run when I write but I need a framework so it doesn't go completely off the rails,}

Anyway, Rose's main goal here is to kick some sense into Jak

And Jak's main goal is to get Rose away from him so he can't hurt her anymore. He wants to use this argument as a way to hurt her badly enough so she'll leave and not be truly hurt when he eventually dies, or hurt herself by trying to help him

He wants to keep her safe, and in his eyes the only way to do that is to hurt her enough so that she stays out of harm's way.

So, I only have these so far:

"You can be suck a fucking Prick sometimes, Horns!" - R

“Why should you? Why do you? I don’t want you to! Why can’t you just leave it alone? Why can't you just leave me alone?" - J

And Rose's hurt line which I will keep to myself for now.

I will take anything, Lines, series of lines, descriptions, tips, brainstorming sessions, reconstructing of the outline, Literally Anything

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mandos-mind-trick · 1 year

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Here's To The Future - Part 6: Reunion

Summary: The war’s over. That should be cause for celebration, except the wrong side won. Things begin to change quickly, and it doesn’t take long for Midnight to realize something’s not right among the clone army. She should be glad the war is over, but the threat of her losing her boys is all too real. She did swear she would do everything she could to keep them from being separated when the war ended.

She’s not going to give up on that promise. Even if it kills her.

Pairing: The Bad Batch x reader (no clonecest)

Warnings: ANGST, violence, slight injuries, ANGST, Crosshair being a dick, Hunter being an asshole, ANGST, inhibitor chips, light medical stuff, oh and ANGST

A/N: I was gonna wait to post this until tomorrow, but I got too excited and have to post it now. This is it, the big moment. The part where things really change. This is really where the canon divergence begins to take place. Is it improbable? Yeah. But the whole point of Fanfiction is to make the improbable, probable. So here. Enjoy.

Also I need to stop making Hunter such an asshole.

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“Whatever you’re thinking of doing, don’t.”

Midnight doesn’t turn around, keeping her gaze at the half buried starfighter she’d discovered. “I wasn’t thinking of anything.”

“You’re a terrible liar.” Hunter says, coming to stand next to her.

“No, you’re just impossible to lie to.”

“Midnight,” He sighs, turning to face her. “It’s not worth it.”

“Why not?” She turns on him in disbelief. “We know what it is. We know how to fix it now, and we have a place to fix it. This is the only chance we have.”

“And how do you plan on doing it?” Hunter asks, getting visibly angry.

“Draw him out.” Midnight says, looking back at the starfighter. “Get him here. Then get him inside and remove the chip.”

“We can’t risk drawing half the Imperial Army here.” Hunter argues. “Not with Omega.”

“That’s why you’ll be long gone before I get back.” Midnight says. “If it works, I know where to find you.”

“And if it doesn’t? When Crosshair shoots you on sight, then what?”

“He won’t.” Midnight pushes. “He could have killed me. He could have shot me in the head or in the back on Kamino, but he didn’t. He shot me in the leg. Why? Why wouldn’t he take the shot, unless he’s still in there deep down? Hunter, I have to.”

“What about us?” He steps closer to her. “What about your promise to Omega? Do we mean so little to you?”

Tears prick her eyes at his words. “You mean everything to me. You know that. But he does too. I won’t accept that he’s gone for good. I have to try.”

“What you’re thinking of doing is impossible.” Hunter says. “You’re going to get yourself killed.”

“He’s right, you know.” Tech says, walking up to them. “The chances of your plan succeeding are very low. For starters, you can’t even be sure Crosshair will be the one sent after you. Then you have to figure out how you’re going to get him inside the ship. He won’t just follow you blindly.”

“Midnight, why can’t you just let him go?” Hunter asks.

“How can you let him go?” She counters, shoving his shoulder. “He’s your brother. He’s part of this family too.”

Before he can respond, their comms beep, Echo’s voice coming through.

“Hunter, Tech, we were spotted by scrappers.”

“Wrecker’s in pursuit. He says he has it under control.” Omega says.

“That’s not comforting.” Tech says.

“Echo, get a visual.” Hunter says.

“I’m on it.”

****

It takes nearly all afternoon to gather the bodies of the scrappers that had been watching them. Wrecker carries in the last one, adding him to the pile of cuffed scrappers.

“Rex warned us about the scrapper patrols on Bracca.” Echo says. “We should leave.”

“In our present situation, we need money.” Hunter argues. “And we have a chance to make a lot of it right here.”

“Ha! In this dump? How?” Wrecker asks.

“Tech, what’s the potential haul inside this cruiser?” Hunter asks.

“My scans indicate the armory and artillery bay have not been fully off-loaded. The dianoga must have kept the scrapers away.”

“Just a few of those weapons should clear our debt with Cid.” Hunter says.

“We’re soldiers, not arms smugglers.” Echo argues.

“There’s no Republic for us to rely on anymore.” Hunter says. “We’re presented with an opportunity here. We have to take it.”

“I would also add that the intel from the bridge’s central system has the potential to be worth far more than any weapon.” Tech says as Hunter puts on his helmet.

“Not to me.” Wrecker scoffs.

“Tech, get to the bridge.” Hunter says. “Get the power online and whatever intel you can gather.”

“Uh, what do we do about them?” Omega asks, motioning to the scrappers.

“We’ll grab what we need and be gone before they even wake up.” Hunter says.

“I agree with Echo.” Midnight says. “We don’t know how long they were watching us. What if they alerted the Empire?”

“We’ll be in and out before then.” Hunter says, a little too confidently. “Besides, I thought your plan was to draw out the Empire.”

“Not like this.” She shoves his chest as she walks past him. “You don’t have to be a dick.”

She makes her way back into the cruiser, silently seething as she makes her way to the munitions depot. Hunter is really starting to get on her nerves. Sure, her plan was a bit far-fetched and insane, but it doesn’t involve anyone but her. If the Empire showed up here right now, it would be disastrous.

But, at the same time, it would be easier if Crosshair came here without having to draw him out. That would remove one step of her plan.

Wrecker pries the door to the munitions depot open, all of them entering. Midnight shines her torch around, spotting crates stacked haphazardly around the room. She follows Echo, looking through crates of blasters, ammunition, and explosives. The lights suddenly flick on, making her squint in pain.

“Some warning would have been nice.” She groans, rubbing her eyes.

The comms beep, Tech’s voice coming through. “The power’s back on.”

“Yeah, we can see that.” Wrecker says.

Midnight rounds a stack of crates, finding Wrecker snuggling a proton torpedo. He kisses it, her arms crossing as she stares at him. “I feel like I should be insulted.”

Tech calls Omega to the bridge, the young clone running off. Hunter and Echo approach them, Hunter pushing a holocart with a crate on it.

“With a haul like this, Cid will owe us for a change.” Hunter says.

“If we’d left with Rex, we wouldn’t have to owe Cid at all.” Echo counters.

“He’s on a different path than us.” Hunter says.

“Hunter, we’re soldiers. What other path is there?” Echo asks, pushing the cart closer to Wrecker.

They continue looking through crates, loading up explosives and ammunition.

“Hunter, we’ve got company.” Tech’s voice comes through the comms.

“Is it more scrappers?” Hunter asks.

“No, it’s the Empire.”

They all share a look.

“Grab the rest of the munitions, then meet us at the bridge.” Hunter says before running out of the depot.

They finish gathering the weapons, heading through the maze of hallways.

“This is a bad time to say ‘I told you so,’ huh.” Midnight says as they race to meet the others at the bridge.

“How many troopers are we talking about?” Echo asks as Hunter, Tech and Omega meet them in the hallway.

“Three attack shuttles worth.” Tech says.

“We already got what we came for. Let’s get to the Marauder.” Wrecker says.

“They’re already on board the cruiser. We need a covert way out.” Hunter says.

“They’ll do a forward-to-aft sweep. We can alternate corridors.” Echo says. “Come on.”

They head down a hallway, Omega taking Midnight’s hand. Midnight squeezes it gently, keeping the girl close to her as they creep through the quiet hallways. It’s too quiet, even the normal creak of metal she’d gotten used to is absent.

“Talk to me Tech.” Hunter says.

“I’m trying to tap into the reg’s comms so we can monitor their movements.” Tech says.

Something bangs in the distance, Hunter motioning for them to stay still as he shines his flashlight down the hallway.

He shuts off the flashlight. “Someone’s coming.”

They duck down a hallway, taking cover behind the crates of ammunition. The squad of regs walks right past them, not even bothering to look down the hallway.

“I’m in.” Tech says, his datapad beginning to chatter busily from the reg’s comms.

“All squads.” Crosshair’s voice comes through the comm. Of course he’d be here. “Push the targets towards the hangar. We’ll pin them down.” Midnight’s breath catches in her throat. It’s been so long since she’s heard his voice.

“Aren’t we headed to the hangar?” Omega asks.

“Not anymore. We’ll cut through the artillery deck.” Hunter says.

They head towards the deck, finding it empty. The decaying roof creaks ominously, like it might drop at any moment.

Suddenly one of the doors opens, troopers entering. They’ve been caught. Crosshair must have expected their movements. He would be able to. He knows them well.

“Stand down.” One of the troopers orders. It’s a female voice behind the helmet. She must be a member of the nat-born squad Tarkin had spoken of. The one Midnight was supposed to be a part of.

Midnight, Omega, and Hunter get caught in the open, the others ducking behind the cannons. Midnight keeps Omega close, her blaster drawn and ready. The door they’d entered in opens, more troopers filing through. Midnight doesn't have to see his face to know who it is in front. She can tell just by looking at him.

“Tapping our comms to track our movements?” Crosshair says. “So predictable.”

“Nice to see you too, Crosshair.” Wrecker scoffs, sticking his head out from where he’s hiding behind a cannon.

“Look at you all, scavenging like rats.” Crosshair sneers. “How pathetic.”

“Why come after us?” Hunter asks.

“You’re traitors.” Crosshair answers, motioning for the troops to move. They get closer, tightening their formation around them.

“Crosshair, wake up.” Hunter says. “You’re being controlled by an inhibitor chip.”

“He’s telling the truth.” Omega says, stepping forward. “The Kaminoans put chips in all the clones. Remember what I told you in the brig? You can’t help it.”

Crosshair takes half a step towards Omega, Hunter putting himself in front of her.

“Aim for the kid.” He says, the troopers lifting their weapons.

Midnight turns her back to Crosshair, facing the troopers behind them, sticking Omega between her and Hunter. Midnight can’t believe what she’s hearing. Crosshair wouldn’t...would he? Then again, this isn’t Crosshair. It’s his chip and whatever the Empire has done to him.

“Your issue’s with me, not her.” Hunter says defensively.

“I suggest you drop your weapon.” Crosshair says, just as the cannon beside them goes off, knocking them to the side.

Midnight begins firing at the troopers, taking out those in front of her in their surprise. The entire deck shakes as the cannons go off, the roof above them creaking ominously as bits of it begin falling with the force of the cannons.

The third cannon goes off, the roof dropping. Midnight barely has time to cover herself, ducking out of the way of the falling debris. They use the distraction, running for the door. A trooper blocks their way, firing a flamethrower at them. Wrecker tosses the proton torpedo at the trooper, sending them flying back.

“Direct hit!” He cheers, and they keep running.

Except Midnight.

She stops, turning to look at the rubble. Crosshair is under there somewhere. This is her moment. With them scattered and focusing on the guys, this may be her only chance. With Crosshair out of the equation, their entire chain of command will be in confusion. The guys can get out, get off the planet to safety.

Maybe she’ll reunite with them eventually.

She turns around, skirting through the debris. She finds him easily, already on his hands and knees. She draws her blaster, pointing it at him.

“So, you’re the only one brave enough not to run.” He coughs, staring up at her.

“No. I’m the only one dumb enough to take a chance on you.” Her hand is trembling just a bit. She has to move fast. “I’m sorry.”

She fires, stunning him.

She digs the stim shot out of her pouch on her belt, injecting it into her neck. She’s glad she thought about grabbing it just in case. The drug works quickly, pumping adrenaline through her body. She bends down, dragging Crosshair up. She slings his arm around her shoulders, beginning to drag him from the artillery deck.

He’s heavy, but she won’t give up. Not now. Not with this perfect moment. She won’t get another one.

She fires at the recovering troopers, grunting a bit as she drags the unconscious Crosshair through the halls. Tears prick her eyes as her comm beeps. It had taken them this long to realize she was missing.

“Midnight, where are you?” Hunter’s stern voice comes through.

“Go.” She grunts, making her way towards the med bay. “Get out of here. I’ll see you soon.”

“She’s going after Crosshair.” Hunter growls. “Midnight, give it up and get your ass to the ship.”

“I’m sorry, Hunter.” She says, leaning against the wall for a second, catching her breath. “I can’t leave him.”

She shuts her comm off, adjusting her grip around Crosshair before moving forward.

She fights her way to the med bay, the surgery pod still powered on. She barricades the door, locking them inside. She knows it’s only a matter of time until they regroup and come looking. It won’t take them long to break through once they find where she is.

She still has to try.

Her arms are shaking as she lifts Crosshair onto the table, tears already starting to fall. She pulls off his helmet, looking down at his face. It feels like a lifetime since she’s seen him. Many, many times she’d dreamed of him there, right in front of her. Now he is.

She traces a finger down his cheek, his face looking so relaxed in his unconscious state.

She can’t stand here forever, though. She needs to get moving. She doesn’t have forever.

She shoves the emotions and her thoughts aside, letting her fingers do the work as she copies what she had seen Tech do on the console.

It feels like a lifetime as she waits. She has no idea if this will even work. For all she knows, the Empire did something else to him, something to make him so ruthless. So...evil. She has to try, though. She’s not willing to give up on Crosshair, even when the others are. She’ll fight every last trooper left just for this chance.

The machine finishes, the bed sliding out. Midnight rushes to his side, putting a hand on his cheek. He’s still warm, still breathing. She shakes him gently, needing him to wake up sooner rather than later. “Crosshair?”

She grabs an injector from her belt. A bacta shot, one of their last. She injects it into his neck, her fingers shaking. The stim shot is wearing off. She can feel the energy draining. If she has to help carry him out...she’s not sure she can.

“Crosshair, I’m so sorry.” She whispers, tears dripping onto his armor. “I should never have left you.”

She doesn’t know if he’ll be changed when he wakes. For all she knows, this was completely useless. For all she knows, he’ll shoot her as soon as he wakes up.

Something bangs against the door, her heart jumping into her throat. They’ve found her. They’ll shoot her on sight. She has no doubt about that.

“Crosshair?” She says, listening to the banging at the door. It’s only a matter of time before they break in.

At least it will have been worth it to see Crosshair one more time.

His eyes flutter, a groan leaving his lips. She stares down at him, meeting his gaze as his eyes slit open. She cups his face, her breath shaking as she feels him again. It’s been too long. Far too long.

“Crosshair?” She whispers, staring down into that familiar glare. His hand moves, grabbing the blaster from her belt. It happens quickly, her eyes screwing closed in anticipation. She’s failed. It was all for nothing.

The blaster rests on her shoulder, the recoil pushing back against the joint. Two shots, the sound loud in her ear. It’s ringing a bit, her skin prickling from the proximity of the shot.

“You should watch your back, little girl.”

The words pull a sob from her lips, her arms blindly seeking him out. He’d said those exact words during her first mission with them, when he’d saved her from getting shot in the back by a droid. She buries her face in his neck, his arm wrapping around her.

“We need to move.” He says, gently pushing her away. “Your stupid decision may have cost us an exit.”

She wipes the tears, sniffling a bit. “Crosshair...I-I don’t-”

“Save it.” He snaps, groaning as he pushes himself up from the table. “This won’t be easy.”

“It never is.” She says, handing him his rifle.

She slings his arm around her shoulders, glad he can at least keep his feet under him. She leads him from the med bay, stepping over the two bodies in the doorway. She can practically hear Hunter screaming at her, berating her for this, but she’d deal with that later.

“This way.” He says, directioning her.

They weave through the hallways, dodging troopers. They turn a corner, Midnight’s blaster drawn. They come face to face with Hunter and the others, Hunter’s blaster pointed right in her face. She takes a breath, letting out a shaky exhale as she drops her blaster to her side.

“Crosshair.” Hunter says, staring at the trooper leaning against her.

“I did it.” Midnight breathes, her entire body shaking. “His chip is gone.”

“We need to keep moving.” Crosshair says, not acknowledging them at all.

“We can’t trust him.” Hunter says. “He’ll give us away as soon as he gets the chance.”

“He killed two of them already, Hunter.” Midnight argues. “Why can’t you believe me?” She asks, feeling tears prick her eyes once more.

“We need to figure out how to get out of here.” Echo says, trying to draw their attention to more pressing matters.

“They’ll be regrouping.” Crosshair says. “This may be our only chance.”

“We can’t trust him.” Hunter says, eyes narrowing at Crosshair.

“Hunter, it worked. His chip is gone.” Midnight says. “You have to trust me.”

She can feel his stare through his helmet. He’s mad. He’s beyond mad.

“I can’t.” He says, turning his back on her.

His words hurt, far deeper than anything he could have done. Tears prick her eyes once more, his words like a knife to her chest. He may as well have stabbed her.

“We can cut through the engine.” Tech says. “Slip out and take the long way back to the Marauder.”

“There’s a squad guarding the ship.” Crosshair says. “They’ll be expecting you.”

“We can deal with them when we get there.” Wrecker says. “Let’s get out of here.”

Crosshair and Midnight take the rear as they slip through the halls, heading straight towards the engine. Hunter's words keep playing over and over in her head. She knows getting Hunter to trust Crosshair is going to be hard. She just hadn’t planned on Hunter losing his trust in her as well.

It’s not like she doesn’t deserve it.

They make their way through the engine, staring at the valley of debris below. There’s not an Imperial Trooper in sight, but they also have the issue of getting out of the engine. It’s way too far to jump, and they have nothing to help them get down.

“Wait-” Hunter says, holding out a hand. “Get down!”

They duck just as one of the attack shuttles flies over, firing at the engine. It rocks violently, throwing them all off their feet. Dirt and rust rains down around them, but it also hides them from view, giving them a moment to regroup.

“Now what?” Wrecker asks.

“They know where we are. It won’t take them long to regroup now.” Hunter says. “Stay low. Double back.”

They run back into the engine, but it begins to clang, something above them whirring.

“What is that?” Omega asks.

“Sounds like the engine is coming back online.” Hunter says. “But that’s not possible, right?” He looks to Tech.

“Technically it is.” He says. “I restored the ship’s main power core when I accessed the central system which means the engines can be activated.”

They shine their torches up at the engine, the metal around them shaking as the engine begins to power on.

“They’re cornering us.” Midnight says.

“Of course.” Crosshair says. “We were sent with orders to terminate you.”

“How much time do we have?” Echo asks.

“I estimate less than two minutes.” Tech says.

The engine ignites, the air around them being sucked up around it. The hair on the back of Midnight’s neck stands up, her skin prickling at the proximity to it.

“What do we do?” Omega asks.

“What about Plan 7?” Wrecker suggests.

“Plan 7 has nothing to do with this situation whatsoever.” Echo says.

“Well, well you think of something!” He says, adjusting his grip on the crate of explosives he’s been carrying.

“Can we use the explosives from the armory to disable the engine?” Hunter asks, spotting the box.

“It won’t cause a large enough reaction to affect the thermal chamber. But if we place a series of charges around this cone, we may be able to break away from the cylinder while destabilizing the core.” Tech says, shining his light around the area in front of the engine.

“Break away? You mean fall? All the way down?” Omega asks nervously.

“It’s that or be incinerated.” Echo says.

“Everyone take an explosive.” Hunter says. “Tech, Omega, up top with me.”

They all grab explosives, planting them around the cone. Wrecker lifts Midnight helping her place hers as close to the top of the cone as she can reach. They all get as close to the front of the engine as they can, the core beginning to heat up as the engine engages.

“Everybody get down!” Wrecker says.

They all duck, Hunter covering Omega as Wrecker detonates the charges. Despite their bracing, they’re thrown against the ground as the cylinder begins to fall, the engine dropping as the cylinder breaks free. They hang on for dear life, Hunter barely catching Omega as she falls as the cylinder tilts upright.

They scramble for better holds as the cylinder tilts, beginning to fall over. It’s all for nothing though as the cylinder snaps, breaking off into two parts. Midnight hits a body as the cylinder rolls, not caring who it is as she holds on for dear life.

The cylinder settles, the body she’d been clinging to beginning to move. She pulls away, dragging herself to her feet. She feels bruised, her skin sticky from sweat and the heat of the engine. It’s Hunter she’d been clinging to, him and Omega having been separated from the other four with her.

“You alright?” Hunter asks Omega as he pulls her up, looking around at where they are.

“Hunter, we landed on the port side. What’s your status?” Echo’s voice comes through the comms.

“We’re by the engine, and we’ve got company.” Hunter says as two of the attack shuttles fly overhead. They barely have time to duck as the shuttles fire at them, luckily managing to miss them. “Meet back at the Marauder.”

They take off running, not wanting to wait for the shuttles to double back.

The trip back to the Marauder feels far shorter than it had the previous day. Perhaps that’s just the last of the adrenaline pumping through her body. She’s exhausted and at her wit’s end. The stress of the two days is beginning to get to her, but they’re not out of it yet. There’s still the squad of troopers Crosshair had warned would be waiting for them at the ship they have to worry about.

They creep up to the edge of the ship where the Marauder’s hiding, peeking over the edge. There’s the squad alright, but they’re laying on the ground motionless.

Midnight doesn’t like this. Not one bit.

“What happened to them?” Omega whispers.

Hunter holds a finger up, pushing himself up onto the platform. Omega and Midnight follow, Hunter creeping up to one of the troopers.

“Someone’s here.” He says, kneeling in front of the trooper. “This isn’t the scrappers' handiwork.”

“Wasn’t much work.”

All three of them look up at the voice, Midnight’s blood running cold. There’s a lanky figure standing in the doorway of the Marauder. She knows that voice.

“Omega, get behind me.” Hunter says, the young clone doing as he says.

The lanky figure makes his way down the steps, a service droid following. Midnight gulps as she stares at the blue face, the red eyes. She remembers him, clear as day. It’s been many years since then, but she’ll never forget him.

Cad Bane.

“I’ve taken down so many clones over the years.” Bane says. “Once you figure out one, the rest are easy.”

“You’re in for a surprise.” Hunter says.

“I doubt that.”

“He’s a bounty hunter.” Omega says.

“Ain’t you smart? The kid’s got it all figured out.” Bane says.

“You’re in trouble now.” The service-droid says.

“Who hired you?” Hunter asks.

“Son, that’s confidential information.” Bane says. “Now hand her over.”

“She’s with us.” Hunter says, taking a few steps forward, motioning for Omega to get back. “She’s not going anywhere.”

“That’s unfortunate,” Bane says, taking a couple steps forward as well. “For you.”

Midnight’s own hand reaches slowly towards her blaster as Bane and Hunter stare each other down. Her heart is pounding in her throat. As much as she wants to hate Hunter, she knows his chances of winning this are slim. She knows she’s not going to win this either.

“Hunter, don’t do it.” She says quietly. “You’re not going to win this.”

It happens quickly, both of them drawing at the same time. Hunter’s shot goes wide as Bane hits him in the chest, knocking him off his feet and onto the ground. He’s still, body falling limply. Midnight can only hope his plastoid has taken most of the damage. If Hunter’s dead, then taking the risk to save Crosshair will have been for nothing.

“Hunter!” Omega cries in horror, Midnight’s own cry getting caught in her throat.

Midnight catches Omega before she can run for Hunter, pushing the girl behind her. Her blaster is drawn, pointing right at Bane. His own blaster is holstered, obviously not having thought about her being a threat.

“Well, well. If it isn’t little Midnight.” Bane says, looking her over. “Getting yourself into things too big for you, just like your mother.”

“Don’t you dare speak about her.” Midnight hisses, tightening her grip on her blaster.

“I was there, you know. The night she died.” Bane’s hand begins to move towards his blaster again. She should take the shot. Take it now before it’s too late. “I might have been able to save her...but she was always more trouble than she was worth. I hope you’re not the same.”

The shot hits her in the chest before she even realizes what’s happened, her body falling backwards. She’s unconscious before she even hits the ground.

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𝓈𝓊𝓂𝓂𝒶𝓇𝓎: “Another compliment? Why, I’m going to have to start keeping count.” She’s pinned by his gaze like a butterfly on a board, unable to look away from him even if she wanted to, Astarion’s thumb brushing against her skin where he holds her chin.

“Feel free to write them down so you don’t forget.”

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𝓌𝒶𝓇𝓃𝒾𝓃𝑔𝓈: mentions of previous sexual scenarios (minor descriptions), sexual tension, frottage? (kind of).

𝒶/𝓃: hello! I'm back with chapter 4! this chapter turned out way longer than I had initially planned, but I think it turned out well. hopefully it's a fun and enjoyable read, if nothing else! please let me know if i forgot any warnings, I'm posting this so much later than I normally do and my brain is not computing. I hope you enjoy reading and please let me know what you think <3!

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Waukeen’s Rest was, to put it lightly, a fucking mess.

Rin knew there was to be a first time for everything, however she would gladly pass on a second experience of running through a burning building in search of a certain Grand Duke by the name of Ulder Ravengard, who then had the gall to not be inside and instead have been kidnapped by a group of Drow and spirited away to…well, no one was quite sure yet.

She did manage to come out on top with the rescuing of one Counsellor Florrick, who it would seem was the next best thing to said Duke himself.

With a long suffering sigh, Rin couldn’t help but wonder how it always just so happened that everywhere they seemed to set foot, trouble somehow managed to appear as if summoned by some all-knowing, omnipotent force set on inconveniencing them.

Counsellor Florrick, all pointy ears and high slit robe with nary a hair out of place on her head, finishes her speech with little flourish, despite her begging of them to continue the search for the Grand Duke in a way that seemed quite no nonsense for a woman who had just been stuck inside of a fiery building on the brink of collapse.

“Well, Counsellor, I suppose we can add rescuing the Duke to our little to-do list. What’s one more task?” Rin gives Counsellor Florrick her most charming smile, hoping it will cover the latent sarcasm of the words. The last thing she wanted was one more task on their ever-expanding list, but alas, it would seem that their current path had other plans.

“Thank you. And should your courage falter, remember the Duke’s generosity.” And with that, Counsellor Florrick dismisses them with a turn towards her legion of Fists, doling out orders with enviable authority.

While Rin had little to do with the politics of Baldur’s Gate (or much of anything, really, unless it involved the frequenting of taverns or petty criminal activity) she wasn’t quite so dim as to have not heard the name Ravengard before and know of the weight it carried.

Rin’s mind briefly drifts under the weight of their growing responsibilities, and it’s the stench of burning hair that drags her back to reality—it wasn’t hers, was it?—as she grabs a lock of hair, bringing it to her face to inspect the ends for any singed pieces.

“I know he’s a Duke and all, but must we really rescue him?”

Rin shoots Astarion a pointed look as she drops the hair in her hands and turns, eyebrow arched quizzically. “Would you want to have been kidnapped by a group of angry Drow and taken off to Gods-know-where?”

The scowl on Astarion’s face is answer enough as he huffs, attention moving instead to flick at the tiny bits of ash clinging to his dark leather armor as he mutters under his breath something along the lines of ‘they better pay us for this’.

“I agree, it is the right thing to do. Perhaps if we are able to rescue Ravengard, he may be able to assist us in some way or another. Having the Council and the Fists on our side could prove useful.” Gale’s hand comes up to his mouth and his eyes narrow in consideration, the picture of a scholarly wizard deep in thought.

“Those tin buckets aren’t useful for much of anything, Gale,” Rin looks at one of the many members of the Flaming Fist wandering around the yard amidst the chaos. “But I do find the allure of the Grand Duke’s numerous connections and apparently deep pockets to be worth the trouble.”

Gale heaves a sigh at that but says nothing in defiance to Rin’s quite salient point, at least in her own opinion.

“Oi. Not to spoil the fun, but this thing on my back is getting heavy. Let’s get a move on and find the hideout, yeah?” Despite her complaint, Karlach looks at ease with the extra weight and it certainly wasn’t stopping her from running around and bashing through flaming walls and doors only moments ago.

And to think that they merely ended up here on the behest of a member of the Zhentarim, of all organizations, in search for their hideout to return a quite cumbersome chest currently in Karlach’s possession.

“You heard the woman. We can argue all about the merits of saving the Duke back at camp.” Rin gestures towards the grounds around them, tufts of grass still burning here and there. “Let’s get on with it, I’m sure the hideout will be full of delights.”

And with that, they search.

The entrance to the basement is embarrassingly easy to find once they actually begin to look, stepping over the charred wooden boards and still smoldering piles of ash strewn about the yard only to come across several too perfectly placed crates in front of a door, laughable in its utter simplicity.

“Karlach, would you like to do the honors?” Rin turns towards the Tiefling, who seems all too eager for the chance at more bashing, picking up the crates one by one before throwing them off to the side, bits of wood splintering as they collide with the ground.

Karlach wrenches the door open once the path is clear and Rin steps inside what seems to be a perfectly normal store room, eyes scanning the periphery before noticing the man crouching low behind a supply shelf, a summoned flame dancing as he cups it in a gloved palm.

Rin looks at the man expectantly as she gauges the threat he poses, not yet pulling the rapier from its place on her back, her eyes darting swiftly from the fireball blazing to life to the surprisingly shocked expression he wears.

Behind her, she recognizes the now familiar sounds of her companions—the quiet slide of one of Astarion’s blades being freed from a sheathe barely a whisper in the silence, the beginnings of an incantation waiting to be spoken into existence by Gale, Karlach’s fist tightening around her great axe as she readies a swing.

“Well, that’s not any way to treat a friend, now is it?” She eyes the fiery orb with a nod, the man’s own eyes flicking to it as if he had forgotten it was there.

“Th-that’s not the password!” The man seems ill-suited to such a job, as jumpy as he was, the fireball only growing larger in time with his apparent fear.

“Not one for conversation, I see. Fine then, have it your way: Little serpent, long shadow.”

The man seems instantly relieved the minute he hears the passphrase, flame sputtering out of existence as he stands upright. “Oh, Helm’s orbs. I thought you were the Flaming Fist.”

“We most certainly are not, I can assure you.” Astarion is quick to answer, his dislike at being remotely likened to a member the Fist palpable as he sheathes his dagger.

“Ah, well, anyway. The entrance is behind the wardrobe—here’s the key.” Rin accepts it quickly, eager to be done with this errand and wash her hands of it as soon as possible as they walk towards the wardrobe on the far wall.

Rin inserts the key and turns it, the lock clicking open audibly as the door swings towards her, creaking on its hinges. She peeks her head in, noting the ladder leading down into the depths much to her displeasure.

“A bloody wardrobe? What in the hells do they think is this, a book for children?”

Astarion isn’t exactly wrong, it was quite ridiculous.

“It’s a bit on the nose, I agree,” Gale adds in, anchoring his staff back to his back in preparation to go down.

“At least it’s more creative than a hatch in the floor.” Rin steps inside the wardrobe first, turning around to begin her descent as she steps onto the first rung, lowering herself down.

Karlach audibly moans, shoulders sagging slightly under the weight of both the chest and her axe. “Aw hells, don’t tell me we have to go down another ladder?”

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The Zhentarim hideout left little to be desired with its dusty floors and cavernous ceilings and beady-eyed members watching their every move. While they may have been coined “Friends of the Zhentarim” by Zarys herself, Rin found the hospitality to be decidedly lacking in quality.

“Is it—“ Gale starts, eyes shifting side to side as he looks at their surroundings and the Zhentarim nearby, voice a whisper of trepidation. “is it wise to be stealing from thieves?”

“It’s rather unwise, I should think. But thank the Gods that we have such a powerful mage on our side should the worst happen.” Rin gives Gale a friendly pat on the back, hoping the flattery with soothe over any errant nerves he may have. “Besides, the danger is half of the fun. Isn’t it, Astarion?”

She turns to glance at where Astarion stands unbothered next to a small table, pocketing something small and shiny before looking up to meet Gale’s eyes with a wide smile that has the wizard loosing a breath of exasperation. “Oh, undoubtedly.”

“Alright let’s split up and search this place. Astarion, you’re with me. I want to see if there’s anything fun hiding around here.” Rin keeps her voice low. While they may technically be around ‘friends’, she didn’t trust a one of them. “Gale, Karlach: you two can do…well, whatever you want but try your best to not be suspicious, Astarion is good enough at that for all of us. I trust you’ll know if we get ourselves into trouble?”

“Don’t worry soldier, we’ll follow the directions of the screams when we hear them.” Karlach’s voice bellows out, drawing several sets of narrowed eyes their way.

With a last little wave in their direction Rin turns away to look around the hideout, eyes perusing the hustle and bustle around them before choosing a direction at random, not waiting for Astarion to follow as she sets forth.

“So, are we looking for anything in particular or are you just taking me on a little pleasure stroll?” She had only taken a few steps before Astarion’s voice reaches her, the vampire clearly not waiting more than a moment before trailing after.

Rin glances over her shoulder, amusement written over her features as Astarion catches up with light, graceful steps, easily matching her pace and he settles in next to her on the narrow pathway, linking their arms together as if they were a pair of lovers breezing through Bloomridge Park on a sunny afternoon.

Her feet catch on a rock and she barely manages to save herself from tripping over it in her surprise, eyes darting down to where Astarion’s arm loops through her own as he strolls casually next to her, perfectly at ease as his eyes drift around the basement in boredom.

She rights herself, ignoring the little smile of victory Astarion wears at her little stumble. “Do you take many of them down in the depths of the earth in dusty criminal hideouts with terrible security measures, Astarion?”

“I’m not picky if it means getting to spend a little more time with you, darling.” His words are far too smooth to be spoken in such a place, and Rin immediately lets out a soft laugh at the ridiculousness of them.

“Do you use that line on every Half-Elf bard you meet, or did you save it just for me?”

“Why, I would never reuse a line, darling. How dare you.” Mock outrage colors his tone, the arm not linked with hers dramatically crossing his chest to rest over the place where his heart used to beat.

“Such protest is a little much, don’t you think?” Rin glances at him out of the corner of her eye, his dramatics endlessly amusing as she tugs at the arm wrapped around her own. The closeness of his body is more pleasant than she would like to admit, the weight of his arm through hers easy and strangely comforting.

“It’s the perfect amount, I assure you. You’re insulting my art.”

Arm in arm they amble, dust blooming around their feet with every step as they wind through the basement, everything thoroughly unremarkable until they round a corner and come upon a rather large set of doors at the end of the chamber, several agents and a pair of fearsome wolves stationed in front of it with weapons at the ready.

“Well, well. I think we found the fun, don’t you?” Astarion looks to Rin as he waits for her answer, eyebrows raised in interest as he calculates whether the four of them could take the guards ahead.

“So it would seem.”

She spots a little enclave off to the side of the pathway, unguarded and perfectly placed for her to hatch a plan and poke around a little, the room just out of eyesight of the guards. It was unlikely anything of real importance was inside, but it what was the harm in checking when they happened to already be there?

With a slight pull, she leads Astarion to the room he had no doubt already taken note of and he follows easily, their heads held high with imaginary authority on show for anyone who happened to be looking their way.

The room is admittedly not much, Rin notes, as their eyes take stock of the several jars and baskets hiding away in the corners of the room and dilapidated shelves lining the walls.

“Plan?” Astarion looks to Rin, his deference to her opinion still a strange thing she wasn’t sure how to feel about quite yet.

“Give me a minute and I’ll think of one. Let’s look around in the meantime.”

Astarion’s arm drops away from hers with little preamble and Rin starts at the sudden absence of it—of him—as he saunters away towards the far corner of the room, beginning to rummage through a set of old, mouldering baskets sitting lopsided on the ground.

She shakes the feeling away as she walks towards a rickety table situated in the far corner underneath a set of the shelves, the warped wooden top covered with objects of little value—several letters, a copper ring long tarnished with spots of green and white, and a chipped knife with an ordinary wooden handle.

Rin lifts one of the letters off the tabletop, fingers quick to break the thin, waxy seal before scanning the contents. With a huff she tosses the parchment aside, gossip of who was sleeping with who the only information to be found inside.

With a glance towards the ceiling she rises up on the toes of her worn leather boots, an arm outstretched high above as she reaches for the precariously hung shelf above, a gleaming iron bottle sitting just out of reach of her fingertips as they disrupt old dust with every brush against the shelf.

“Oh, come on.” Rin’s feet leave the ground as she gives a little leap into the air to no avail, hand returning with a perfect coating of dust on each fingertip. She swipes her fingers across the table, leaving streaks of dingy white against the greying wood.

Astarion barely makes a sound as he crosses the dirt floor, and it’s not until Rin smells the now familiar scent of rosemary and bergamot fill the air that she realizes Astarion is behind her.

Before she can turn her head to look his way Astarion leans in towards her, the thick leather of his chest pressing her rapier into the space between her shoulder blades. Gauntleted hands find their way to her hips, settling on the soft swell of them as he runs his lips along the shell of a pointed ear, her breath catching in her throat at the feeling of his cool lips on her skin.

“Need some help, darling?”

He speaks in a dulcet tone that has a shiver running down Rin’s spine, irrepressible after visions from their shared escapade run across her thoughts, memories of that voice whispering far more scandalous things into her ear and those hands mapping every inch of her naked body.

Oh, how she had worried about this—that she had made some terrible, horrible miscalculation in sleeping with Astarion those nights ago.

And it seems that she may have been right.

It was already becoming almost impossible to look at him without vivid memories of their night together jumping out at her when she least expected it, a fact Astarion was all too pleased to make worse with every knowingly flirtatious look he sends her over his shoulder as he saunters about disarming traps and picking locks and aiming his bow; every subtle flick of his nimble fingers nothing but a reminder of how they felt gliding across her skin and pressing deep inside her cunt, every sardonic quirk of his lips sending images flooding into her mind of how exactly that mouth of his looked glistening with her essence as it busied itself between her legs.

She had thought—hoped—that scratching the proverbial itch would clear her mind and cleanse her soul of him, but instead it had only made her crave him more.

His words, his attention, all of it.

Rin swallows down a breath, her back held straight despite her traitorous body whispering its want to lean her weight into him and melt into his embrace. “I can figure it out on my own, I think.”

“You know, it’s an utter shame there’s so many layers between us.” His lips map the line of her jaw as he leans in further, the words fluttering across her skin as she revels in the feeling of his lips.

“So you could do what, exactly?” Rin doesn’t give him time to answer, spinning in his arms so that they could stand face to face, on equal ground. She leans her weight back against the table, Astarion’s hands still gripping around her waist as she raises her brow despite the blush she knows has already begun to spread across her cheeks.

“Do you need me to spell it out for you, darling?” Astarion’s mouth twists into an amused smile, eyes heating with the barest beginnings of lust as they flick down to watch as her tongue darts out to wet her lips.

His insinuation has the flush on Rin’s cheeks darkening, heat beginning to pool low in her stomach as she runs her gloved fingers over his chest and up, the touch so light she doubts whether he can even feel it through the thick leather he wears before wrapping them around his neck. “Maybe I’d just rather hear you say it.”

She tilts her head as her gaze flicks up to his own, her loosely tied hair swaying with the movement.

The motion captures Astarion’s attention, a hand coming up from her waist to run through the thick waves, the strands flowing around his fingers like liquid gold. With a frown, he gently tugs a tendril away from the rest, examining the locks before running his thumb over a soot-darkened smudge, expression unreadable as he wipes the darkness away with an uncharacteristic care that has her breath catching in her chest.

“I—thank you.” Rin watches him curiously, the heat Astarion had set aflame inside her changing, softening, as her mind works to put together the puzzle of the sudden tenderness of the action.

With a last, final brush Astarion lets the strands slip through his fingers, falling like water as join back with the rest of her sinuous waves. He brushes the soot staining his hand along the collar of his armor to clean them before moving them underneath Rin’s chin, lifting her face towards his own.

“I hate to see such pretty hair sullied.” The words have her heart skipping a beat in a way that has nothing to do with their earlier flirtations.

“Another compliment? Why, I’m going to have to start keeping count.” She’s pinned by his gaze like a butterfly on a board, unable to look away from him even if she wanted to, Astarion’s thumb brushing against her skin where he holds her chin.

“Feel free to write them down so you don’t forget.” Astarion lowers his head to her own, capturing her lips in an unexpected kiss.

His lips soft as her lashes flutter shut, Rin leaning into Astarion as he kisses her. She tightens her arms around his neck, bringing herself closer to him as she luxuriates in the simple feeling of his lips on hers.

This kiss is different than the others they’d shared, all desperation and urgency and hunger absent. It was a feeling that was all too easy for Rin to lose herself in, the lightness of his kiss and the strange affection she feels rushing into her chest as the outside world fades away to nothing as she focuses solely on him.

She feels his tongue brush against her lips, asking for entry which she is quick to grant, parting her lips for him eagerly. He tastes her leisurely as his tongue brushes against her own, a small noise escaping her throat at the feeling.

It ends all too soon, Astarion breaking away first as he leaves Rin panting, catching her breath as he drags his mouth away from hers to kiss a line up and over her cheek instead, working his way back towards her ear.

“Do you really want to know what I would do?” Any hint of lingering softness dissipates from his voice, replaced instead with that seductive tone perfected for one purpose and one purpose only.

Astarion abandons his earlier tenderness as ardent hands run down from her waist and over the curve of her behind, cupping her bottom in his hands as he pulls her hips closer to his own, slipping a thigh in between her own.

“Yes.” A terrible and familiar want pulses through her body as she whispers it, and in that moment Rin is quite sure she would let him fuck her here, however he wanted, if he so desired. She had left her dignity discarded next to her ruined underwear on the forest floor when she had let him do whatever he wanted then, too.

And it was a good thing she never had much dignity to begin with, she thinks, as Astarion draws a quiet gasp from her throat as his thigh presses hard enough for her to feel, even through all the layers of leather and metal.

“Well, that’s too bad,” He speaks low against her skin and Rin can feel the sensual smirk that he presses against her temple. “I think I’ll make you wait to find out instead, darling.”

Astarion’s hands squeeze her ass through her armor once before traveling back up to rest at her waist once more, the leg wedged between her own retreating back to join his other as he stands upright once more.

It feels akin to something like whiplash as Rin withholds a small noise at the loss of his very intentionally placed leg and from the pleased smile on his face she knows that he knows, Astarion no doubt reveling in her frazzled state and the blush that still sits high on her cheeks.

“You’re impossible, you know that, right?” She swallows before letting out a breath, forcing the want that pulses deep in her body to melt into nothing as she shoots him a look.

“Darling, I count on it.”

She needed to get this back on track before he find other ways to tease her, and Rin had no doubt that if given the opportunity Astarion would find other ways.

“Astarion, what do you think it is they’re hiding behind that suspiciously large door over there?” Rin looks over his shoulder, fingers carding through the curling locks at his nape as she shifts the focus with as much grace as she can manage, still feeling the residual heat that Astarion had left simmering. He’s still so close to her, his body pressed up against her own as his arms rest comfortably around her waist.

His smile turns vicious at the thought, body suddenly humming with an anticipation that she can feel in the lines of his neck. “Do we go in with blades out or no? It’s been awhile since we’ve killed anything and I’m getting antsy. It’s your call, darling.”

“Oh, keep it in your pants, Astarion. It’s unbecoming.” She hazards a glance down, his armor hiding anything he may have on display much to her disappointment.

“How strange, I don’t remember you saying that the last time I had my arms around you.”

He was far too amused by his own cleverness judging by the delight evident in his eyes, Rin’s own rolling in response. “I was talking about your knives, obviously. Now, shall we go see if there’s anything for you to kill?”

“By all means. We should get going then, yes?” Astarion keeps his eyes locked on Rin’s as he reaches up above her, effortlessly grabbing the potion she had been reaching for all along off the shelf with quick fingers.

He dangles the bottle above her head just out of her reach, the opaque crimson liquid inside swishing from side to side as he takes a graceful step backwards out of the circle of her arms, taking the potion with him with a victorious smirk.

“Astarion, don’t you dare!” Indignation alights along Rin’s face as her mouth opens in disbelief, arms propping themselves on her hips as he deposits the potion into his pouch before gesturing towards the doorway with an outstretched hand.

“Lead the way, dearest.”

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It had turned out, in fact, that the Underdarkis what lay in wait behind those overlarge doors fitted into the stone of the wall—a giant, wooden lift ready to take them down, down, down into a world of darkness and luminous grace Rin had only ever heard stories of.

Gruesome stories.

Rin suppresses a shiver as she makes her way out of her tent in wonderfully fresh clothes, every smudge of soot cleaned away by a nearby stream, the smell of ash and burning wood rinsed and replaced instead with scented oils of jasmine and honey diligently rubbed into her sun-warmed skin.

The moon rises above camp, a whisper thin crescent half covered by hazy clouds drifting slowly across the sky as Rin steps out of her tent in search of her dearest companions and even dearer bottles of wine.

But as she takes a step towards the roaring fire a small flash of silver catches the corner of her eye, her head turning at the brightness of something like quicksilver as she pauses mid-step to take stock of what exactly it is she sees.

There in front of his tent stands Astarion, hand held aloft as he turns an ornately decorated hand mirror to and fro, staring into the mirrored glass with an expression that can only be characterized as troubled.

The sight of such a look of distress on his face has Rin padding over the ground towards him, feet moving across the softly trodden grass before her mind allows as her inquisitive nature gets the better of her once again.

Her own image grows larger in the mirror as she nears, though something very obvious is missing from the scene, the space where his features should be next to her own in the glazed oval empty.

His reflection was missing. The realization dawns on Rin as she comes up behind him, her mind turning with the knowledge.

“Looking at something?” He calls out to her before she has time to think any further on it, Astarion angling the mirror towards her as he waits for her answer.

“I’m looking at you. What exactly is it that you’re doing, Astarion?” Rin smiles at the mirror, the curving of her lips perfectly captured as she tucks an errant curl behind a pointed ear.

“I’m looking too, but not seeing very much.” Astarion heaves a heavy sigh that has her taking another step towards him as he turns to face her, Rin’s own smile faltering at the sound of it. “Another quirk of my…affliction.”

Ah. She had often wondered where the line between fact and fiction regarding vampires was, the stories and myths numerous and often incongruent between one another.

“Do you miss it? Seeing your own face?” The words are out before she can hold them back, the honesty of them less finessed than she would prefer as she winces at her own curiosity.

“Preening in a looking glass? Petty vanity? Of course I miss it. I’ve never even seen this face. Not since it grew fangs and my eyes turned red.” His mouth downturns in upset, bitterness coloring the words as he spits them out and his eyes narrow in obvious dismay. The sight of it has her heart constricting in her chest, the thought of what was yet another thing taken from him one she does not relish adding to the list of the ones she already knows of.

Rin was still unable to fully reconcile the many horrors he had faced, the things he had confided to her of on their evenings sitting together under darkened skies in the moments when peace was unwilling to allow either of them a reprieve from reality—he with his endless mending and she with her scrawling words on paper, a bottle of wine shared between them by the warmth of the fire.

And then there were those scars she had seen on his back that morning, his arms outstretched towards the sun as warming rays of light beamed down onto his marble-pale skin, face upturned towards the light, expression a lesson in misery for the mere moment she was able to glimpse it before he realized she had awoken and put his ever-present mask back in place.

Rin was thoroughly unsure of how exactly to categorize Astarion—a companion, certainly. Maybe a lover? Perhaps even a…friend?

But one thing she did know was that seeing such open distraught on his face, that bitter discontent taking hold of him, has her heart aching more and more with every piece of his misery she collected.

Rin didn’t have terribly many skills, but if anything she was talented at two particular things: amusing people and angering them.

She’ll just have to hope that amusement wins over anger.

It was, at the very least, one surefire way to take his mind off of his plight.

“I suppose you would be the type to have lovingly gazed at your own reflection.” She gives an overdramatic sigh, mimicking him as best as she can with a sly smile. “Though it may be for the best. I hate to say it, but you’re not exactly aging, well…gracefully.”

It gets Astarion’s attention, if nothing else.

“Aging?! What do you mean ‘aging’? I’m a vampire—forever young. And an Elf, for that matter!” Outrage blooms across his face as he stares at her, open mouthed and horrified, a hand coming up to touch the skin in question as he searches for evidence of wrinkles.

Rin should have known that anger would triumph over amusement, but thankfully this is a hurt she can soothe with words that come far too easily for her own comfort.

"I’m teasing, Astarion. You look great. You always do, I promise.” She laughs as Astarion blinks once, twice; his building anger rapidly disappearing as he puts her words together and lowers his hand.

“Oh, really? Anything in particular?” Astarion turns around a slow, dramatic circle with the mirror still in hand as he eyes her, a small smirk already back in place as he shamelessly fishes for a compliment.

Rin leans in towards him, letting her eyes run slowly over the features she never allows herself to look at so openly and without reservation, her gaze flitting from his soft curls to his expressive eyes before moving down along the bridge of his strong nose to rest upon expectant lips waiting for her reply.

“I am quite partial to that dangerous smile of yours, I must admit.” Her eyes drag back up his face to meet his eyes once more before adding mischievously, “Your eyes aren’t half-bad either, I guess.”

“My eyes aren’t half-bad? Gods, I would have thought you’d be better at this.” Astarion huffs out a breath of annoyance despite the curling of his lips upwards with something like enjoyment as he gives Rin a dismissive wave perfectly punctuated with a roll of his eyes. “Now, just tell me I’m beautiful and we can call it a day”

“Oh? Is it just shallow praise that you want, then? No poetic metaphors for your hair or long-reaching similes to describe the exact shade of your eyes?” Rin could easily list them, all the things about him she finds beautiful from the elegance of his features to the quirks that had been growing on her each day she spends in his presence, but she doesn’t.

It would be too much to lay her cards out on the table so readily like that for him to devour right in front of her.

“Hardly. There’s also gold, sex, revenge—quite the list, really. But failing any of those, I will always settle for shallow praise.” He counts them out on long fingers, that clever little smile of his still perfectly in place on his lips.

“Well, I think I can facilitate at least two of those things for you.” It’s an easy offer for Rin to make, the flirtation obvious.

“Not all four? Where’s your vision, darling?” The sound of him teasing her is music to her ears, the morose words of minutes ago long gone.

“I could have said your skin was wrinkled like an old woman or that you had an unsightly mole, you know. Be glad I was at least truthful.”

Astarion crosses his arms in front of his chest as he looks at Rin with reproach. “You’re a little menace, you know, what with your teasing.”

Rin preens at him, her smile wide as she flutters her lashes prettily. “You know, I came across a wonderful vintage earlier today, I’ll give you a little taste. Think of it as…a reparation.”

She slowly backs away, taking step by step towards the roaring fire behind them as she beckons Astarion to follow her.

“Such charity from our fearless leader.” He sighs but smiles nonetheless as he trails after her for a second time that day. “Fine. But I want more than just a little taste. Give me half, at least.”

“I’m sure we can come to an understanding, Astarion.” With that, Rin twirls around to face forward, golden hair illuminated by the growing fire against the darkness of the night.

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It took only half a bottle of the wine she had promised Astarion for the idea to come to her, growing from nothing more than an inkling of a thought to a full-fledged plan in mere minutes, not even bothering to finish her portion before momentarily excusing herself from the center of camp to breeze back to the privacy of her own tent.

Rin sits on her bedroll with legs crossed, leather bound journal balanced precariously on a knee as a bottle of dark ink sits on the dusty ground next to her. Her quill scribbles the words onto the bound parchment as her lips move around silent words left unsaid earlier in the evening.

Dearest Astarion,

I feel as though apologize for my teasing, though I am somewhat unsure as to why (perhaps it is that wine, I told you it was a good vintage).

But if you insist on knowing what the world sees when they gaze upon you, I suppose you should hear it from me. I will be your mirror, and you may preen all you wish at your reflection within the looking glass of my eyes.

Shall I bore you with poetics? I did promise you metaphors and similes, after all.

I do wonder what you would actually want to hear about first. Would it be your eyes, with their pomegranate glow that alights in the darkness? Or would it be your mouth, the way your plush lips curve while those ever elegant hands of yours twist your blade right before you throw it.

Or maybe I should tell you about the way your hair curls perfectly into the loveliest little wisps around your ears, the color of the freshest snow.

Rampant poeticism aside, I think you’re beautiful.

It wouldn’t become you to forget such a thing, so I guess I will have to be the one to remind you then, won’t I?

- Rin

She blows at the glossy ink, careful to not disturb the still-wet letters. With hasty fingers she rips the page from the journal, folding it thrice before using the wax from a nearby candle to seal the letter.

The thought wouldn’t leave her alone—maybe she should have told him of all the things she finds beautiful about him because maybe he deserves to know them after all he’s been through. Her letter can be her small kindness to him in a world where he has not had much.

Maybe Astarion wouldn’t even read it, choosing to burn it to cinders instead. But it was worth a try. She had already written the words, anyway.

Holding it between two quick fingers, she exits, using every bit of the stealth she possesses to work her way around the edge of camp towards Astarion’s tent, the subject of her little mission blessedly still sitting on the outskirts of the fire as Wyll regales the group with colorful tales befitting of the Blade of Frontiers.

Rin places the letter on top of the same silver mirror sitting face down on his side table, its shine reflected in the moonlight. She has no doubt that Astarion and his ever-observant eyes will notice it the moment he returns to his tent for the evening.

Satisfied, Rin wanders back over to the warmth of the fire, picking up a new bottle of wine and bringing it to her lips with a pleasant smile as she sits next to Shadowheart, falling back into the conversation with an easy grace.

The moon is low on the horizon when she finally makes the walk back to her tent for the evening, her companions all long since retired; the impeding trek down into the depths of the Underdark looming above her despite the wine that swims in her head.

With a yawn she shoulders past the flap, stripping off her pants and not bothering to change her tunic as she plops onto her bedroll, stretching her arms high over her head. As she turns to reach for the glass decanter of water next to her bedroll she spies it: a small, rectangular piece of paper wedged underneath the chipped ceramic mug, the fresh flowers leaning slightly to one side.

Rin carefully removes it from its hidden spot, fingers brushing over the smooth vellum as she unfolds it to read.

The response contains only a few words, written in a scrolling script indicative of one person and one person only, though he leaves no signature. Her eyes scan the letters, piecing them together as a smile alights her lips, a tiny noise of joy leaving her mouth as she reads.

Don’t make promises you can’t keep, sweet thing. I have 200 years of my reflection to catch up on, after all.

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Feather Light | Three | Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw

Prologue One Two

Rose “Tigger” Buchanon realized she was extremely lucky that she didn’t have to fly against or with Maverick. Just looking over the reports from training alone were enough to make her feel bad for the younger aviators, however, the real mission would be much worse than anything Maverick could come up with. They were starting the low level course today. Her hands got clammy just thinking about it. If none of the pilots could make it through this, the mission was doomed.

“You’re here early.”

She straightened in her chair before turning to Maverick, “Uh yeah. I couldn’t sleep so I went up for a little while before coming in. Figured I’d try to get a head start on today’s paperwork.”

“You’ve already been up in the air this morning? And you’re an hour early?”

“Yeah, like I said, I couldn’t sleep. Being up in the air is the easiest way to clear my head, you know? So I figured I’d watch the sunrise from the skies.”

Maverick took a seat next to her, “Do you want to talk about it?”

She scoffed, “Not unless you’re ready to tell me why you pulled his application to the Naval Academy. And what you’re going to do to make him hate you less, so that you can both get through this mission.”

She shook her head, feeling rage start to build, “He just lost his mom, and then you pulled that rug out from under him. Going to the Academy, that was the only thing that kept him going then, and you knew that. You stopped him from doing what he loved, you took years away from him. Hell, you took years away from me too, Maverick.”

“I didn’t-”

“I had it all planned, I was going to a school close enough that I could go see Bradley when he was on leave at the Academy. I’d go to all of the football games so we could hang out after he was dismissed, hang out with his sponsor family. Then, suddenly I’m picking up and following him to Virginia, because he had no one else. I had to get an apartment half way between my campus and his so I could be as close as humanly possible. I was double majoring, but with two different schools so that I could still keep my plan on track.”

“Don’t you dare try to say you didn’t do anything to me,” She continued, “He was hanging on by a thread and it was all I could do to keep him from falling. And right now, it’s all I can do to make sure all of you can make it back from this mission.”

She stood, ready to leave, but Maverick’s voice stopped her, “I know Cyclone and Ice asked you if I was really the best choice for this. Why did you say yes?”

“Because, Maverick, you are the best choice to teach them, unfortunately. You just aren’t the best choice for Bradley, not yet anyway.”

“He still loves you.”

She swallowed the lump in her throat, “Yeah, Mav, I love him too. But this time love isn’t the answer to all of our problems, it isn’t enough. It wasn’t enough when I left years ago, and it won’t be enough now. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to get ready for the day ahead. Based on your lesson plan, it’s going to be a long one.”

Hours later, Rose sat to the side while Maverick reviewed everyone’s run of the course. The tension was building because quite honestly, everyone was failing miserably. She was chewing on her thumbnail, looking over all of her notes, trying to find a way to make this easier.

“Why are you dead?” Maverick asked for probably the hundredth time, “You’re a team leader up there, so why are you and your team dead?”

“Sir, he’s the only one who made it to the target,” Phoenix gently argued, careful not to cross the line.

“A minute late,” Mav pointed out, “He gave enemy aircraft time to shoot him down. He is dead.”

“You don’t know that,” Bradley shook his head.

Rose moved forward in her seat, setting all of her papers on the desk next to her. Bradley’s jaw was clenched, as were his hands in his lap.

“You’re not flying fast enough. You don’t have a second to waste.” Hangman cut in.

“We made it to the target.”

“And superior enemy aircraft intercepted you on your way out,” Maverick took a step towards Bradley, tone changing.

“Then it’s a dogfight.”

Bradley’s voice sounded too calm. He didn’t miss a beat, didn’t flinch, didn’t have to think it through. Almost as if he wanted to fight his way out of everything.

“Against fifth generation fighters?”

“Yeah, we still have a chance.”

Air got caught in Rose’s chest. The thought of Bradley being so calm about a dogfight scared her more than anything. She wanted to slap it out of him. Get him to realize this wasn’t a game, it was far from it.

“In an F-18?” Maverick questioned.

“It’s not the plane, sir. It’s the pilot,” Bradley replied, a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips.

“Exactly,” Mav yelled, causing Rose to stand.

She wasn’t sure how to even begin to stop this. She couldn’t without overstepping the boundaries between civilian and Captain. She would have to let them figure it out, and hope they didn’t take everyone else down in the process.

For a second, maybe even less, her eyes met Bradley’s, she hoped he could see just how sorry she was for everything. How none of this had anything to do with her.

After a moment of silence, Bradley spoke back up again, “There’s more than one way to fly this mission.”

“You really don’t get it. On this mission, a man flies like Maverick here, or a man does not come back,” Hangman nodded towards Phoenix, “No offense intended.”

“Yet somehow, you always manage,” Bob responded, causing Rose to force back a smile.

“Look, I don’t mean to criticize. You’re conservative that’s all,” Hangman stated, looking back at Bradley.

“Lieutenant, that’s enough,” Maverick said softly, too soft.

“We’re going into combat, son. On a level no living pilot has ever seen,” Hangman continued, before looking back at Maverick, “Not even him.”

No matter the look that Maverick gave Hangman, Rose knew he wouldn’t stop. She took a step forward, eyeing Bradley carefully. She knew in her gut that this wouldn’t end well for anyone, it wasn’t about Mav and Bradley anymore, this was about something else.

“That’s no time to be thinking about the past,” Hangman added.

A mild amount of panic ripped through Rose. Maybe more than a mild amount, she was sure her heart would explode. Hurt flashed across Bradley’s face before turning to anger.

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Rooster,” Maverick all but hissed.

“I can’t be the only one that Maverick flew with his old man. Or that Maverick was flying when his old man-”

Bradley exploded from his seat, moving faster than lightning towards Hangman. Everyone was up, yelling and trying to break the two apart, but Rose was frozen in place. She’d never seen Bradley quite like that. Closest she ever witnessed was after he found out about his application.

“That’s enough!” Mav yelled.

“He’s not cut out for this mission,” Hangman said calmly, “You know it. You know I’m right.”

“You’re all dismissed.”

That finally got Rose moving, she touched Bradley’s shoulder, “Rooster.”

He looked over at her, letting out a small scoff before shaking her hand off and walking away, Phoenix and Bob right behind him. Rose waited until everyone left the hanger before turning to Maverick. He looked like he was in a state of hurt and shock all at once.

“Fix it, Pete,” She hissed, pointing to him.

It took her an hour to find Bradley, stripped out of his flight suit, now in jeans and a white shirt. His head was hung low, supported by his hands. She couldn’t tell if he was still angry or something else. But one thing Rose did know was that she’d left him alone to deal with everything long enough.

“Rooster?” She questioned softly, sitting a few feet away from him.

“I might hate him, but I couldn’t let Hangman say he was the reason my dad is dead,” His voice was low, “It wasn’t Maverick’s fault. I remember seeing him after it happened, he would’ve given anything to bring him back.”

“I know,” She replied as gently as she could, “I remember it too. I was with you that day. I don’t remember where we were, I just remember all of the cushy chairs. My mom brought me so you wouldn’t be alone.”

“Yeah, see how well that worked out.”

She didn’t know if he meant for that to be a shot to the chest or not, but it was. She swore she felt it like a dagger straight to the heart. One swift and deadly stroke.

“I don’t think I’ll ever be able to tell you how sorry I am. But you have to know that I am sorry.”

“Are you?”

“I almost turned around more times than I can count,” She admitted softly, “You know how comfortable I am in the air, hell I never got sick no matter what kind of maneuver my dad pulled. But the whole flight it took everything I had not to throw up.”

“Why did you do it? Why did you leave like that?” He asked, voice just as soft as hers.

He wouldn’t look up at her though, he couldn’t. Bradley didn’t trust himself to look up at her, not after everything that happened. Not after she was all he could think about while he was in the air today. Not after she was his first thought when Maverick told the others to have a good reason for dying to tell the families. What would someone tell Rose if he didn’t make it back?

“I-I don’t know Roost. But I knew that staying here was a dead end for me. You were the only thing keeping me, and I don’t mean that in a bad way. But you were getting ready to finish up and I couldn’t spend my life following you from base to base,” She said, “Then at The Hard Deck we said things, and I don’t know… it was like there was this big shift, like after all of those years the fog finally cleared. And the rest of the night was-”

“Yeah, I know. Then I woke up alone, with nothing but a note saying you were sorry but you had to go to DC,” He finally looked up, eyes simmering with an anger that he hated, “After everything, you left in the exact moment that I finally asked you to stay.”

She closed her eyes, feeling her heart fully break again, “Because you asked me to stay, I knew I could finally leave. You wanted me, but you didn’t need me anymore. I tried for two years to get an assignment near you, but nothing opened up. At least, nothing they were willing to send me for. Hell, even my dad and Ice tried.”

“Yet here we are.”

“I wouldn’t ground you, because I know you can do this. Even if you don’t think you can,” She told him, reaching her hand out to touch his arm, “I know you, Rooster. I trust you up in the sky more than I could ever trust Hangman, because you would never leave your wingman alone. You fly safe, but you can’t do that this time and make it home.”

“I don’t need you to tell me how to fly,” He snapped, standing up.

“Well, you won’t listen to Maverick, but you’ll defend him. You wouldn’t call me back for years, yet you tried to call five times after my dad died, but you called my old number,” She shot back, “Yeah, I know about that. I know a hell of a lot more than you think. Apparently when it comes to the two of us, everyone is very loose lipped. I tried, I tried for years. And every time you ignored me I felt like my chest would cave in, because I never thought I would have to live my life without you. Yet here I am, Bradshaw, living my goddamn life as best I can.”

“I was all alone after my dad died. I didn’t have anyone,” She felt tears burn her eyes but she didn’t force them away, “I don’t have a replacement for you, because there won’t ever be another you. Mom moved, she hardly gets out of bed. Her sister is having to take care of her, because she’s slipping. Ice is sick and getting worse by the day, and none of my dad’s other buddies are still around. And Penny, bless her, will never understand what it’s like. You, and Mav, and Ice are the only people in the world who get it.”

“I will say this one time, Bradshaw,” She took a step towards him, eyes burning wildly, “I cannot lose anyone else. So you better get your head out of your ass and fly like it’s on fire, because chances are, it will be.”

“Rose-”

“Goodnight, Lieutenant Bradshaw, I’ll see you at training tomorrow.”

The second she was out of the room, Bradley spun and hit the metal chair he was sitting in, “Damnit!”

After a few minutes, he reached into his pocket for the old crumpled picture he always kept with him. When he was flying, it was either tucked into the pocket right next to his heart, or near the controls so he could see it at a glance. He wished they could still be the same two kids in the picture, young and stupidly in love. It was the last time they were really together, standing outside of The Hard Deck. There were two pictures, he remembered Rose left them on her dresser that night before things got heavy. But in the morning, there was only one.

Despite the hurt that took over his body, he couldn’t help but shove it into his pocket. All these years later, he didn’t go anywhere without it. He knew his dad used to keep a picture of him and his mom. Maybe that’s what the picture of him and Rose was. But it made him remember that someone would care, even if his parents weren’t alive anymore, someone would still care if he burned in.

Even after everything, Rose would still care.

Rose found herself driving to an old house that was once like a second home to her. Although, she hadn’t been able to bring herself to come since her dad died. She knew seeing Ice would be too hard, but she needed her dad, and Iceman was the closest thing she could get.

“Rose, sweetheart, we weren’t expecting you,” Sarah Kazansky said, hugging her tightly.

“Hi Aunt Sarah, I was hoping I could talk to him, if he’s feeling up to it?” Rose asked hopefully.

Sarah stoked the girl’s cheek gently, “For you, he would be up for anything. He’s in his office. Why don’t you stay for dinner too? You know I always make a little extra.”

Rose smiled, hugging her once more, “I would love nothing more.”

Rose made her way down the hall, trying to prepare herself for what was beyond the door. They hadn’t seen each other in years, as he was too sick to come to her father’s funeral. She would never be angry at him for that though, not when he sent her a letter almost everyday since, just to make sure she was okay.

“Uncle Ice?” She opened the door, knocking gently on the frame.

The man turned in his chair, managing as much of a smile as he could before waving her over. She nearly skipped to him, wrapping her arms around him as tightly as she could. She missed his hugs, she missed everything about him really.

What’s wrong, Little Tigger?

“You always know, don’t you Uncle Ice?” He nodded for her to go on, “This job is a lot harder than I thought. That’s all.”

He shook his head, typing once again on his computer.

No, Little Tigger. What is wrong? Is it Bradley?

“Yeah, you always know Uncle Ice. He’s not ready for this. I mean, he is, but he isn’t. And I- God, Uncle Ice, I don’t know what I’m supposed to do. We can hardly talk to each other.”

She played with her hands for a minute, “We aren’t Little Tigger and Baby Goose anymore. Those kids are long gone,” She shook her head, “I don’t really know who he is anymore. Hell, I don’t even think I know who I am anymore.”

The silence made her keep talking, knowing Ice would understand no matter what she said. He was a lot like her dad in that way, he always seemed to know what she was feeling.

“He's still mad at me. I mean, I get it, I’m mad at myself. We’re both mad at Maverick. If I’m being completely honest, I’m scared to death. No matter how we all feel about each other, I can’t even fathom the thought of losing either of them,” She explained further, “I love Bradley more than I think he’ll ever really know. Probably more than he’ll ever be ready for. Hell, probably more than I’ll ever be ready for. But if I can’t fix this, fix us, before this mission, I don’t think I’ll ever be able to.”

You have time. Don’t give up on him. He needs you.

“I think I need him more than he needs me,” Rose said softly, “I was always the one who needed him more. I acted like I didn’t, I tried to be strong. But I never needed him more than after dad died, he was the only person I wanted to call. I needed him, and he wasn’t there. He couldn’t even get my new number.”

Keep trying.

“And keep hurting myself in the process? Keep hurting him too? I don’t know how I’m supposed to do this, I really don’t.”

Ice took a deep breath, “You fight for him,” another deep breath, “And he will start fighting for you.”

“Hey, no. You aren’t supposed to be talking. Let me get you some water.”

Ice pointed to his computer again, shaking his head. He knew that Rose and Bradley were somehow meant for each other in some cosmic way. They fit together like pieces of a puzzle from the time they were small kids. He had no doubt that somehow they would find a way back to each other.

“Okay, fine. I’ll keep trying,” She sighed, “But nothing about this is going to be easy.”

The things that are worth it are rarely easy.

“Yeah, okay old man. I’ll take your word for it.”

Silence fell between them. Rose looked around his office, spotting an old picture of Ice, Maverick, and her dad. She tried to blink away the tears, biting the inside of her cheek to try and stop them. Six months later and she wasn’t sure if she ever properly grieved losing him.

Ice beckoned for her to come over again, wrapping his arms tightly around her, “I miss him too.”

She nodded, drawing in a shaky breath, “I just hope I make him proud. That’s all I ever wanted to do.”

Ice pulled away, now holding Rose’s face in his hands. His eyes were gentle and kind as he nodded slightly, a smile forming on his face. Rose understood what he was trying to say, even without the words. He was proud of her, and her father would be too.

For a moment, she felt like she was a little kid again, clutching onto Iceman after he just came back from a mission. If her dad was with them, or Maverick too, they would all get bone crushing hugs. Her dad first, always, and then she would work her way through all of the other men. She loved them all like family. Even Maverick, even still. She didn’t know what she would do if she lost him too, really lost him.

“I’ll try,” She promised Ice, “I don’t know how, but I’ll try to fix things. I just can’t lose him. I can handle a lot of things, you know? I’m an Admiral’s daughter, and my dad pushed the envelope a lot in his younger years. So I had to learn how to handle things…but I can’t handle losing him. He’s my world, Uncle Ice.”

“Then fight for him.”

She nodded, “Yeah, I know. I will, somehow.”

She took a good look at the man she always considered to be her uncle. She could see how much pain he was in, and just how tired he was. The cancer wasn’t easy the first time around, but this time… she could see how much it was taking from him.

“I love you, you know that right? Just in case I haven’t said it enough. And I’ll never be able to thank you for all that you’ve done for me. Because you, Tom Kazansky, helped raise me. When dad was gone, you were always there for mom and I. You’ve always been right here, ready with a big warm hug to welcome me home. Hell, you’ve kept track of Bradley all of these years for me. I’ll never be able to repay you for all of it.”

He smiled and brushed away a tear that fell down her cheek, “I love you, Rose, and that’s enough.”

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