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BNHA self insert AU

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Chapter 29: You Better Watch Out, You Better Watch Out, YOU BETTER WATCH OUT!

Weeks pass and nobody really notices just how close Shinso and I are growing close, which is a good thing because things school wise are getting serious.

-Comm and Strats class, Saturday at an undisclosed training ground-

“Hey Palma-san” Mina asks me curiously “did you get a uniform redesign? I don’t remember your boots going up your calves.”

“Hm? OH yea I did” I was confused at first but I laughed it off “I tested the limits of my getup with a stamina test a while back and when I banged up my legs plus ripped the jumpsuit,” I gave a quick twirl to show everyone in the girls locker room “they redesigned everything to accommodate my extremes while carrying all my weaponry.”

“I love the sleeker design!” Momo commented “it makes your butt look really good instead of that poofy, diaper design.”

“Right! I was really happy that they rid me of diaper ass” I responded as I put my visor on “now we better get going before Tenya blows that stupid whistle.”

Everyone in our class gathered to the meeting spot to await instructions, Aizawa walks in with the look of stress in his eyes.

“Alright class, we have special training in store” he clicks his pen “objective is to go in groups of 3 to the keypoint, all 3 have unique keys to unlock the machine. So all 3 of you have to somehow work together to get the keys at the endpoint.” He scans the class “any questions?”

“Yes I have a question” I raise my hand “whats the catch?”

“Oh you caught me Miss Palma” Aizawa smiles “there’s a team of snipers in training all around the area that fire at will, though not lethal, it will hurt and once hit” he makes a hand gesture “that person is out of the race.”

That really up’d the stakes and strategies were made. We lined up to get into our groups, each of us were given a number and we’re supposed to team up with those with the same number. “Oh geez” I groaned as I saw Iida and Kirishima on my team “you two? I’d rather get a bullet in my butthole.”

“Aww don’t be like that Miss Agent” Kirishima puts his arm around me and Iida “we’re the top dogs of the class! And together we’ll succeed, it’ll be manly as hell!”

“Yes, well, he has a point Ita” Iida says as he fixes his glasses “you’re our biggest asset because of strategy, I’m the agility and Kirishima is the defense.”

“I guess” I sigh as I get handed my key “just please, if I say to take cover, do it for the love of Ru Paul Charles because you can’t escape a hail of projectiles.”

“Will do!” the two boys affirm with me. We get released into the area and I get on high alert because I doubt that the others will survive snipers, regardless of how good they are. “Ita let me carry you across the-”

“I can do it myself thank you Tenya” I say confidently as I walk across the log bridge first “all clear, watch out for moss.”

“Why do you do that Iida-kun?” asked Kirishima as they crossed “she said to not waste our energy on that unless we got injured.”

“I know but” he sighs “it’s like she’s been avoiding me and I just want to help her out as much as possible” he jumped down once he reached the other side “I’m trying to alleviate the stress.”

“She doesn’t need much help” Kirishima said as he followed behind “look at her leadership and confidence, it’s a lot better than when we first met her” he puts his hand on Iida’s shoulder “maybe lay off her? I know you like her but I don’t think this is the right place to-”

“SHHHH! guys” she demanded as she grouched down on the ground “we’re in the last leg of the race, high probability of getting shot now” she turns to the other two “Tenya, put your face plate down and Kirishima, activate your quirk on full body hardening” she puts her visor down “lets not risk ourselves by giving them any type of opening.”

“What makes you so sure?” asked Iida.

“Look, down here” they look where she pointed “tranquilizer darts, one will paralyze you, two will sedate you, three of them and it’s bedtime” she stands up “this whole area is littered with them, proceed with caution.” We pick up speed as we moved toward the goal, passing some paralyzed classmates.

“Sheesh they got Midoriya” Kirishima cringed as we passed Midoriya’s paralyzed body on a large rock.

“It hurts! They shot me on my butt” whimpered Midoriya “please save yourselves! Everyone else in my team and Kacchan’s team are down for the count.”

“SHUT UP YOU DAMN DEKU! I’M NOT OUT YET!” yelled Bakugo from a distance, crawling like he was paralyzed from the waist down.

“BAKUGO! I’ll help you up man” Kirishima ran toward Bakugo, defenses down.

“KIRISHIMA NO!” I yelled chasing after him, but he was faster “leave him be! it’s a-” suddenly the whistle of multiple fast moving objects pierced the air “TAKE COVER!” I managed to duck in time and hover a large enough piece of debris to shelter Kirishima and Bakugo from the hail of darts. “ARE YOU OUT OF YOUR MIND?!” I said once the hail stopped “you’re lucky I caught on to the situation!” I put the debris on the side “why the hell do they have 2 top students still able to talk? To distract us and try to paralyze us too!”

“Oh, my bad hehe” Kirishima said as he picked up Bakugo “what should we do then? If we can’t take them with us?”

“The best thing is to put them in shelter so they can’t get shot at again until they get rescued.”

“FUCK YOU I DON’T NEED RESCUING!”

“Shut up! How the hell are you going to make it to the key point without the other 2 keys of your group?!” I scolded “you’re both 2 more shots away from lights out! If this was out in the real world, you’d be dead in one shot” Kirishima and Iida bring the two in a sheltered space between some rocks and a fallen log “now stay put until the rescue group comes for you!” I turn to the other two “Kirishima, reactivate full body hardening and Tenya, please keep your helmet on! No more distractions, we need to keep moving!”

“But what if we find more of our fallen classmates?” Iida argued back “are we just to leave them to get shot again?!”

“The most we can do is move them to some shelter and tell them to stay put” I turn and point to the goal “we might be the last ones to the goal, lets get a move on.”

“But that’s not fair! We must help them in more than just-”

“I said lets get a move on Tenya” I firmly stated without looking back “we aren’t the rescue team and I don’t have the capacity to deal with your un-necessary heroics!”

Iida was about to open his mouth to retort back but Kirishima stopped him “Hey okay thats enough Iida-kun, she’s right, we have to keep going.”

“Fine” Iida sighed in defeat as they caught up to her. Not 5 minutes later, another hail of darts rains down but this time Iida thought covering me with his body was a good idea.

“What is wrong with you?!” I yelped as I fought myself out of his grip “do you have any idea how much danger you put yourself and me in?!”

“How? My uniform is made of light amor and we’re okay!” He chops to drive his point, dropping me and knocking my visor off center.

“Not all of your uniform! Kirishima can get away with doing that but not you” I was getting to my limit of stupidity “thanks for the save but that was risky and counter intuitive if it went wrong” I dusted myself off “now, we’re wasting time, on to-” I was cut off by the sound of a dart piercing my thigh “fuck they got me” I felt my legs give out and fell “please, just leave me here and keep going”

“NO I CAN’T!” Iida yelled as he lunged forward to help me up but Kirishima stopped him “we can’t leave you behind!”

“SHUT UP AND LISTEN TO ME FOR ONCE IN YOUR DAMN LIFE!” I yelled to make him shut up “take my key, nothing says that you can’t take my key for me.” I took the key out of my breast pocket and get shot on the shoulder “-nrgh! please, keep moving and don’t look back” my hand goes limp in his hand “I’ll get scooped up later, go! quickly!”

“Iida-kun lets go!” Kirishima starts panicking “they’ve been targeting her this whole time.”

“Right, we’re off” he squeezed my hand “I’ll see you later.”

“LEAVE!” 

They run off and barely made it to the keypoint, as her prediction, their team was the last team to make it to the keypoint if not already defeated.

“Good job on finally listening to Miss Palma’s advice” Aizawa said as he scribbled on his clipboard “kinda dropped the ball there when she got shot though.”

“Will she be-”

“She’s getting transported here as we speak.” Aizawa assured them, then a portal appeared with other agents carrying in paralyzed classmates.

“No way, our own agents were the snipers?” Kirishima said in awe “did Palma-san know?”

“Nope, but that’s what makes the training that much more realistic.” Aizawa chuckled as he accounted everyone.

“...our fallen Queen herself, number 19″ Mimi announced as she walked out of the portal with Ita in her arms “make room for the Queen!”

All the hero class saw as the agents move and kneel as Mimi walked through. Jin then walks behind with a touch pad “Okay and that’s everyone that needed rescuing, good job class 1A and B! Class 2A will compile your individual stats and comments for Monday’s review session.”

“Wait, the snipers were first years?” Kaminari blurted as he was getting set down on the bench “and we were just free game to shoot at?”

“Well, you needed the situational training” Hansai explained as he typed on his touch pad “and the 1st years needed practice, so the school allowed us to do combination training” he tucked his touch pad under his arm “cool huh?”

“Not that cool when you’re the one that got shot anyways” I spoke up from Mimi’s arms, swaddled like a baby “but it was kinda cool what you did when you let the top students suffer to distract the others to ambush.”

“Thanks number 19!” chimed a 1st year in a football helmet “those lessons with number 20 really helped.”

“You did good!” I said as Mimi got my limp arm to pat the top of the 1st year’s helmet “keep it up and the showcase will be amazing.”

“Oh right, it’s almost that time of year again” Sero stopped his sip of water “can’t believe it’s been a year since the dance and meeting your family Palma-san.”

“You’ve all met her family?” Shinso whispered in response, confused as to how.

“Yeah, Palma-san’s family showed up to her showcase” Iida explained “it’s like their sports festival because they also get scouted for internships at major branches.”

“Interesting, wish I could’ve met them” he said as he turned to make eye contact with me “bet they’re just a lovely as Palma-san.”

“Her sister is kinda scary, not gonna lie” Mineta whimpered “and her mom is something else! We all saw her level her children with one look, not even sensei could do that.”

“Yes, that woman is quite the powerhouse” Aizawa recalls that day “Mr. Palma is a lucky and brave man to tame and love her.”

“It runs in the family” I giggled and it made everyone else laugh too.

-Later that night, on the roof of the hero dorms-

“Did I ever tell you that you’re the only person at the school that doesn’t annoy me?” Shinso tried to be suave but it was apparent that the affects of the weed were hitting him hard.

“No but I would’ve assumed” I said before taking a hit “you don’t associate with everyone else like you do with me.” 

“Nah, it’s because you’re cool” the raspiness of his voice was pleasant to listen to “I can’t think of anyone that’s cool enough to have what we have.”

“Oh yea?” I got bold and made the ‘come hither’ motion “then why are you sitting across from me when you could be on top of me?” Shinso froze in place like he was in disbelief, I get out a breathy laugh “what’s the matter? Cat got your tongue?”

“You don’t play fair kitty” Shinso starts crawling toward me “I’m nearly faded and you hit me with your flirty words” his hand runs up my leg “not that I don’t mind, I wanna play pretty kitty.”

“Play with me then” I say as I unbutton my loose fit flannel to invite his touch “I’ve been needy of your petting.” It makes me feel powerful that I have these boys that I get intimate on different levels with and with no strings attached. Shinso put it upon himself to be somebody I get high and touchy-feely with and it’s been great since I haven’t had much attention from Monoma lately. Still, I’m catching feelings for Shinso like dry grass to an ember. He’s honestly convincing me that there’s a such thing as soulmates.

“Mhmm, kitty” he moaned as he leaned closer to whisper in her ear “I love it when you come braless” he gently fondles my breast from under my spaghetti strap shirt “you leave little to the imagination, it leaves me inspired when I’m touching myself.”

“You imagine me?” I found that a little hard to believe but he nodded yes.

“Yeah, I think about you” he pulls my flannel slightly off my shoulders “just like this, with smoke lingering in the air and you’re laying pretty on my bed as you draw me in with your eyes” his voice turns heavy and damp with every word in my ear, it quickens my heartbeat “you might not believe it but you’re sexy, being allowed to touch your body makes it that much more...delicious.” He slides his hands in opposite directions on my body, one toward my shoulder and one on my hip bone. The moonlight beamed to show my partly exposed body clearly, at first I was hot and lustful but then his smile disappeared as he gazed down at my upper naval. Then I remembered about my scar, fuck.

“Umm hehe” I slowly pulled down my shirt “at least take me to dinner first before you lift my shirt Hitoshi.”

“What happened here?” he put his hand on my scar, preventing me from covering up “does this have to do with you being sent here?” I nod in response, diverting my gaze from his. But without being asked, he pulled my shirt back down and fixed my flannel back on my shoulders “I’m sorry I did that, I shouldn’t have gone so far with my touching.”

“You did nothing wrong” I responded “I forget time to time that I even have that scar” I look at him and he’s struggling to find the right words to say “but I have to say” I leaned into his ear “you really turned me on.”

He perked up “Really? I mean urm” he cleared his throat to not sound too excited “yeah but you know I did go too far tonight” his face read remorse “maybe on a night where it’s colder and we can take things to my dorm.”

“Ooooh look at you” I said playfully “all suave and shit” I giggled and gave him a kiss on the cheek “you’re such a gentleman.” I rested my head on his shoulder and he put his chin on my head in response. Rest of the night we sat together and watched the city lights until the sun came up. We didn’t need to say anything to understand that we didn’t need to talk about my past if I didn’t feel ready to share. And it brought ease of mind, something I haven’t felt with someone in so long...maybe Shinso really is the one.

-Fast forward 2 weeks, off site training with the hero class, Saturday-

“Okay everyone, are your earpieces in?” I asked the class “if they’re in, click the tiny button on the earpiece to send out a ding to me.” I await the dings on the touch pad and give the thumbs up to Aizawa “all earpieces ready, awaiting your instruction sensei.”

“Very good Miss Palma” Aizawa praised before starting the training “as you know, today’s training will need all of your efforts” he gestures toward Palma “Miss Agent here will be your communication hub director, listen to her instruction as she’ll be monitoring your vitals and movement across the area. If you don’t comply with her requests, it’s automatic failure for this training.” He scans the room “any questions?”

“If we need assistance, will we need to contact her first or one of our classmates, kero?” asked Asui.

“Depends, if there’s someone nearby, ask them but otherwise contact her and they’ll send over help.” Aizawa clarified “now go off to the area and await her command.”

I sit at my hub chair, excited to be the one commanding “Howdy yall! Now, first task is to find and retrieve a pink sticky note, on those notes are another instruction to follow.”

“YES MA’AM!” they chant in unison before scattering. They find their next task and start doing them with little interference by me. Almost half an hour into the task, we hit a snag. I notice that Bakugo is wandering a little too far.

“Hub to Bakugo, you’re wandering too far, head back.”

“Don’t tell me what to do!” responded Bakugo.

“Bakugo! Just come back, it’s just a-” Ojiro started to say but got cut off.

“NO! I saw something strange over here!” Bakugo snarled back.

“Don’t get closer, I’ll take a look on the cameras” I warned as I zoomed in to the area where Bakugo was heading. There was something or someone coming in toward everyone but still at a distance as all the buildings and city obstacles stood in the way of seeing who’s where. “What the hell is that?” I whispered to myself as I enhanced the footage, to my worse fears, it was the League of Villains. “Oh fuck no” I said to myself in a slight panic “No-nonono nope!” I hit the communicate to all button on my dashboard “ATTENTION ALL HERO CLASS A! PLEASE REPORT BACK TO THE HUB IMMEDIATELY! CODE RED”

“Code Red? Isn’t that danger within the vicinity?” Uraraka turns to Momo “wonder what they found?”

“Lets hurry back, I don’t like the tone Palma-san spoke in” Sato said worriedly as he picked up the pace back to the hub.

“Kirishima to Bakugo, please come back bro” Kirishima called out on the earpiece as he ran to the hub “don’t argue with me on this.”

“Fuck what she had to say!” Bakugo responded “I’m going to see what this danger is, don’t convince me otherwise.”

The map panel flashed =K.Bakugo has gone offline= “Fucker turned off his earpiece!” I screamed as I took my headpiece off to find Aizawa. “SENSEI!”

“Yes, I got the message what is going on?” he rushed over as I swung open the door.

“It’s the League of Villains, they’ve infiltrated the grounds!” I panted “worst of all, Bakugo turned off his earpiece just after disobeying my request to not get closer and retreat.”

“Fuck, the bastards really tried it this time” he said to himself, he turned to me “what’s the next course of action? We can’t get the other heroes out here in time.”

“I’m going in sensei” I zipped my jumpsuit all the way up “I’m going to retrieve Bakugo before anything else happens” I look at the main floor where everyone was running in “I need you to keep everyone calm and level headed, I don’t want another repeat of the first Bakugo rescue mission.”

“Right! Thank you for keeping things together, be careful” he assured me before doing a head count on everyone. I go back to the dashboard and see that Bakugo managed to hurt himself and nearly gave away his position to the villains. This made things way more difficult, so I contacted Jin to portal over the Pros to our location ASAP as I was about to go do a rescue. As I pry off the UA buckle off my holsters and grab my visor, Iida runs in the communications panel room.

“Ita! Are you okay? What’s going on?!” 

“Please go back with the others Tenya” I put my visor on “I’m going to take care of things.”

“Why won’t you tell me?” he pleaded but I refuse to answer “ANSWER ME!”

“Please go back to the others Tenya” I stopped asking politely, my tone was demanding “don’t disobey me.”

“Why don’t you trust me?!” he blocked my path “So you’re going to go take care of the danger out there?! What’s out there? And why can’t I go with you?!”

He grips my arms as I tried to push my way past him “Let go Tenya!” I struggled to break free “I have a job to do and you’re in my way!” he grips tighter “when will it click in that thick skull of yours that I don’t need your heroics!”

“Because you’re important and I promised I was going to protect you!” he cried out with pain in his eyes. His words echoed and melded with the ones said by the boyfriend I had at the time of the incident “...I don’t want to lose you.”

I sigh and relaxed my body, in turn, he loosened his grip “I’m sorry” I meekly said as I hugged him and he hugged back “sorry for what I’m about to do” I teleported us to the main floor where I handcuffed him to a steel railing “Fell for the oldest trick in the book.” I scan the room and lock eyes with Shinso “Hitoshi! Come with me.”

“Why me?” he questioned me as he was doubting his ability to help me.

“I need your ability to help me halt the problem” I held my hand out “please, won’t you help me? You’re the only one I trust with this.” He took my hand and we ran out to the training area. “Okay so lets building hop and I’ll explain” we climbed up and I start going off on the situation.

“Oh fuck, what do you need me to do?” Shinso asked as he was now also shaken up.

“I need you to brainwash them in place until the pros arrive” I track Bakugo’s vital pings on my visor’s digital panel “I’ll go down there, distract them enough to seem like a hero was already on the premise, thats when you impersonate All Might to get them to answer your question for the brainwash, I get Bakugo then we all teleport back in one piece.” I lower my volume as we approach the area “Okay, I’ll be floating down now.” I switch on my voice changer to do my Black Phantom gig.

“You sure this is the grounds Shiggy?” Toga huffed as she twirled her knife “I wanna stabby stab!”

“Will you shut up Toga!” Spinner yelled “I can’t fucking stand you or fire edge-lord over here!”

“Excuse me for being paranoid!” Dabi responded bitterly “I don’t want to encounter that Phantom person” he shivered in fear “they’re so intimidating and just edges me with fear of them killing me.”

“I doubt they’ll be here” Toga sat on a crate “this is a school owned ground, they couldn’t possibly-” just then the knife in her hand started to move on it’s own just like the last time “fuck! let go of my knifey!”

“AH! It’s them! I know it’s them!” Dabi screamed in fear “see what you did Toga?! You jinked it again.”

“Oh what’s this?” I come out of the shadows “my! it’s you again my raven haired beauty~” I turn to see the other villains “and these other bitches, didn’t I tell you to get out of my turf Hand Man?!”

“This isn’t your turf! What are YOU doing in this school owned training ground?!” Shigaraki questioned “mighty suspicious to find you here.”

“Oh you caught me! I got some intel from one of your own” I let out a maniacal giggle “you’re here for those twinks aren’t you?!” I pull out my gun “well that aggressive one has a bounty bigger than my ass for him alive” I cock my gun “so do me a favor a fuck off before we all get caught by the pros.”

“Okay which one of you told them about the plan?!” Shigaraki turned to his group with his hands on his hips.

“Its the one that laid the pipe down really good one me 2 nights ago” I moaned to buy more time for Shinso “don’t worry baby, I’m not gonna shoot you, I’ll come by later for more~”

“I don’t know who you’re talking about but you do look mighty fine from this angle” said Compress, oogling at my ass “I envy the man that got a piece of that ass.”

“I knew I couldn’t trust you!” Shigaraki turned to Compress which then turned into a full blown blame game among the villains. That was Shinso’s cue to do his thing.

“VILLAINS BEWARE! FOR I AM HERE!” a voice broke through, stopping the arguing. Right on time too “LOOK UP AT YOUR BEACON OF HOPE!” the villains looked up and got frozen in place, Shinso did his part.

“Good job!” I said before turning off my voice changer “now to get our boy.”

“Hurry! That girl with the knife is looking at me weird.”

I get a ping from Jin “21 to 19, we have landed in the outskirts of the grounds.”

“Copy that 21, I’m retrieving the student and the villains have been gathered and frozen in place.”

“Copy that 19, See you back at the hub.”

I flip over the dumpster Bakugo was trapped under and he was out cold. I teleported him to where Shinso was and we teleported back together. “He’s just unconscious, get him to Recovery Girl for a full exam” I said as I handed him off to Shoji “Shinso, good work out there! high five!” I had my hand out and he grabbed it and kissed the back of it before walking off to the others. That tender moment was ruined by the tackle Tenya slammed onto me.

“Ita! You are the most reckless, cold-hearted shooter and stubborn person I’ve ever met!” he brought me in for a tight hug “don’t do that ever again! I was worried sick.”

“I’m just trying to protect yall” I hugged back “Glad you and the others are safe and accounted for.”

“Okay, everyone in the portal!” Jin screamed “this will take you back to the dorms and our agents will escort you in.”

“Oh this is serious” I muttered to myself “go to the portal, I’ll catch up with you later.”

I get up and ran to the control panel room, I was greeted by Nezu and Aizawa “What’s going on?” I panted.

“The villains escaped right before a Pro hero got to them” Nezu turns to me “you did your best Miss Palma and we are thankful to have everyone back in one piece.”

“Go with everyone back to the dorms, we’ll handle things here.” Aizawa dismissed me and I comply. Back at the dorms, all the agents are at their highest alert. Escorts, perimeter guards, snipers and inter-working ground agents at all levels were working the scene.

“Look it’s 19!” cried out some agents from class 1A “what happened? Are you hurt?”

“I’m fine, thank you” I politely say to not give away that I’m scared “where’s 20?”

“Oh she’s in the tower” one of the agents pointed to where Mimi is “her orders on this formation.”

“Thank you, you are free to resume your duties” I ran as soon as I finished saying that to the tower. Mimi was on the brink of a panic attack when I popped in.

“Thank you father! You made sure she came back safe” she sighed in relief then broke down in tears “I was so scared you got hurt or captured!”

“Don’t cry, I’m here now” I cradled her head in my arms, drying her tears “not going to lie Mimi, those twinks really rekt’d me and my perfect day.”

“What are you going to do now?” Mimi asked as I tend to configure things after tough situations.

“I’m going to try to gain more intel” the sound of Hansai barking commands from below disrupts my thoughts “I feel like we’re missing a point somewhere in all this.”

-The Morning After-

“...Okay, thank you Jinko” I tiredly wrapped things up on the phone “I’ll be in contact with you for anything else, bye bye.” Intel gathering in the early morning isn’t the most fun, especially if you didn’t sleep well. It didn’t matter, it was done and I was ready to tackle on other matters.

“Hey, are you good to handle some guests?” in walks Jin with a pot of coffee “Red and Mad are here to see you.”

“Oh shit, yea bring them in” I worriedly said as Jin poured me some more coffee, I check the time, it was 11am.

“Hey Palma-san” Kirishima popped his head in my room “so many layers of security just to see you!”

“Hrng it’s annoying” muttered Bakugo “what makes you so special that you have all these agents bending over backwards for you?!”

“Yes it’s annoying but my squadron and I are the number 1 team in the program” I take a sip of coffee and motion them to sit “if we say anything, everyone will fall into place. I for one don’t bark orders, I do the intel gathering and safety. It’s Mimi and Jin that do the barking” I read the room and see that this isn’t a normal visit “so what can I do for you boys?”

“Bakugo here wanted to tell you something” Kirishima nudged.

“Yea, I came here to thank you for saving me” he sighed “and I really should’ve listened to you so none of this would’ve happened.”

“Well, that’s not entirely true” I put my cup down “like, I’m happy to hear that you learned your lesson but regardless of you retreating or getting rescued, we’d still have to do a full scale agent formation.”

“No way” Kirishima said in awe “why though?”

“The villains keep popping up because of this aggressive twink and the green twink” I groan as I slumped in my chair “in my time with Best Jeanist, I gained intel on why by pure chance” I cleared my throat “Bakugo, your public displays of aggression paints you in a bad light and these villains are drawn to it because it only takes some sort of convincing in order to get you to turn on us and assist the league in capturing Midoriya” I make hand motions to go with my explanation “because they know Midoriya is in possession of One for All, the heir of All Might. In their logic, if you take out the lineage, no more symbol of peace BUT it’s flawed logic. Who’s to say that the second best can’t be the next symbol?”

“Wait, it’s true?! About being the heir?” Bakugo stood up in surprise “how is that possible?”

“It doesn’t take a genius to figure that one out” I giggled “Midoriya has a weak and suppressed quirk already, and my copy doesn’t pick up his ‘inherited’ quirk but I read his brain and nervous system vitals and they function like how a power quirk would” I catch my breath “in my prediction, that boy got All Might’s quirk DNA via consuming any part of All Might’s body and just started doing the thing where he breaks his bones.”

“Eww” Kirishima shudders at the thought “but I see what you’re saying, so there’s nothing we can do to prevent these attacks?”

“I’m afraid not” I sat up straight “we would have to wait until they either disband, die, get arrested and/or one of you two targets dies or loses their quirks. Honestly though, the villains getting arrested and dying are more probable than the latter.”

“Oh” Bakugo sits back down on the bed and holds Kirishima’s hand “I really am the bad one and put everyone in danger” tears well up in his eyes “I’m so fucking useless and I should just die.”

“Now wait a minute Bakugo” I firmly spoke “I didn’t give you an option to do that, not if I can help it!” I stood up “you don’t have to be ripped away from your loved ones to protect them nor die trying, I will do everything in my power to keep you and your loved ones safe. Because dammit! I’m not going to have a repeat of my incident.”

“Your incident?-OH! I get it now” Kirishima gasped “why you’re here and so far away from home. You were ripped away from everyone to protect them.”

“I was and I miss my home and simple life” I turn to the picture frame on my night stand “but it’s such an awful feeling to be ripped away with no promise of returning home” I turn to the boys “I’ve made it my purpose to prevent such things, please understand that I do it out of the goodness of my heart.”

“I trust you completely Palma-san” Kirishima bows “thank you for your efforts, we feel safer knowing things are in your hands.” Bakugo bows too, a bit out of character for him but I knew it was genuine.

“You’re very welcome boys” I bow back “I won’t speak of what happened here to anyone else.” They leave my room and back to their dorms, I made sure they got back with watchful eyes. Once out of my sight, I head to the kitchen to find Mimi washing dishes.

“Got another one for ya” I handed her my cup and leaned on the counter “did you sleep at all last night?”

“I got 3 hours in” she rinsed my cup “that’s more than usual on days of emergency, at least I didn’t have to suit up or anything.”

“True, it was nice of everyone to let us rest until we get word on security later today” I yawned and rubbed my eyes “I got some sleep in too before I had to make a phone call.”

“So what’s the main problem?” Mimi shut off the faucet and turned to me “is it multi-layered?”

“I wish it was” I groaned and stomped a bit out of frustration “literally, those twinks are the target, the villains doesn’t give a rat’s ass about anyone else but them AND even then” I put my face in my hands stressfully “their plan is just to kill or take the quirk of the green one by having the angry one beat the shit out of the green one for their lunch money.”

“Are you fucking kidding me?!” she slams down the kitchen towel “all this for those two?!” Mimi starts to panic pace the kitchen “this shit ain’t even worth it! Shiiit I’d end them for free and make it look like Putin did it right now!” she huffed and quickened her pace “this is really cutting into our training time for the labyrinth exam NOT TO MENTION finals in a few weeks!”     

“I KNOW! UGH!” I groaned stressfully “but literally everything is hanging in the balance of them acting out or the villains getting another attack in” I hop up to sit on the counter “good news though, I managed to get us only 2 days of this formation, then it’s back to our things BUT who knows what’s going to happen now that these villains are getting bolder.”

Those two are not aware of the targets painted on them as they live their normal lives in the other dorm. It’s not fair how we got roped into all this, but these last few weeks of school will rope in more than ourselves...

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#bnha #mha #self insert au #chapter 29 #not canon #updates every 2 weeks #ask me anything #henlo reader! just taking the time to say thanks for reading and understanding of this new update schedule #school is nearly over tho plus I have a new job! V excited for what's coming next! Next chapter is a sort of milestone chapter #an FAQ and teaser for upcoming chapters will accompany the next one! I waited until a focal point in the plot to post one :3 #keep the asks coming! so I can compile a bigger list :) ships accepted too I love reading them

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FIC: Beneath an Aurora Sky ch. 16

Summary: The South Pole Station is equipped for research and Edge has always made sure things run smoothly for the inhabitants. His charges are meant to follow his rules and regulations, and in turn, he makes sure they survive in the arctic temperatures. It takes plenty of hard work and determination and Edge, along with his crew, can handle both.

He wasn’t counting on one of the newest researchers. He wasn’t expecting Rus.

Tags: Spicyhoney, First Time, Arctic AU, Hurt/Comfort

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Edge didn’t recall falling asleep. One moment he was holding Rus, quietly absorbed with the feel of him in his arms and the next Edge was waking with the bed next to him empty. Rus was gone.

He sighed and rolled over onto his back. It wasn’t unexpected, Edge told himself. Rus had been more than clear that he hadn’t yet forgiven, even if he’d been wanting the comfort of an embrace. That alone was more than Edge dared hope for and if at the end of Rus’s contract they parted as friends, it would be enough. It would. Perhaps Rus would even send him emails with pictures of other skies he was under. Out there in places where auroras were traded for sunshine, other places with other people, the entire world on offer to him.

The room with his few possessions carefully organized around him seemed to mock him with its emptiness, his single photograph of the others at the station silent in its frame.

It was a ridiculous notion and he pushed it aside. He’d been more than content with his life before Rus arrived here, he would be fine when Rus left. There was plenty to be done at the station, always, and new groups would come here as well. Ones that didn’t bring troublesome astronomers into his small place in the world to interrupt his peaceful life.

Then the bathroom door opened, Rus stepping back out and Edge’s resolutions went winging out into the snowdrifts. There were still faint circles under his sockets, his clothing was rumpled from being slept in. He looked lovely and Edge was struck with the impulse to pull him back into the bed, to kiss away his protests and hold him close again.

He ruthlessly suppressed it. Where they went from here was a choice he was leaving entirely to Rus and Edge would follow his lead, nevermind the faint ache in his soul.

“hey,” Rus raised a hand in a little wave, smiling awkwardly. “sorry, i was thirsty”

Edge nodded like the fool he was showing himself to be; of course that was it, there were passing few other reasons for Rus to be in his bathroom.

The only chair in his room was at the desk and Rus gave it a glance before stepping over to sit on the side of the bed, that lingering awkwardness still prominent. It was painful to see; even from the beginning when there was antagonism between them, there was never this discomfiture. “my numbers are probably done compiling. for my research.”

“All right.” Edge wasn’t sure what else to say, almost afraid of what he might say if he gave his mouth free rein. If he might ask Rus to stay here, with him, at least until the ship returned, to allow him that much.

Rus kept his gaze firmly on his own hands. "listen. i'm not gonna lie, i really like you. but. um.”

And here it was. Rus would list all the reasons they shouldn't do this; he couldn’t forgive Edge for his distrust or he did forgive him and still didn’t want to be with him, or he didn't have the time to interrupt his research, or he did have the time but the effort was too much. Perhaps he had someone waiting for him back home and why wouldn’t he? Rus was warm and kind, exuberant and sweetly charming. Even if he didn't have someone waiting, being alone might well be preferable to being with Edge, who was distrusting and emotionally unavailable and distant, all things that made him terrible even as a temporary partner.

Any of that would be perfectly reasonable. All of it.

"It's all right,” Edge told him calmly. If nothing else, years in the guard taught him how to shield his emotions, to only allow others to see what he wanted them to.

Rus blinked, his pale eye lights skittering to meet Edge’s with visible confusion in them. "what? what's all right?"

"It’s all right,” Edge repeated doggedly. “I won't interfere with your work. I'll ensure you have everything you need, any help at all. I understand it would be awkward for you to choose any of us as guides, but whoever you feel most comfortable with I’ll assign to help." Perhaps Undyne would be best, although he would need to have a firm discussion with her on the importance of keeping things professional.

Rus blinked again, too hard and too many times, and his voice was thin as he asked, "you're dumping me?"

"What…no!” Edge sat up hurriedly and a blossom of hope in his chest forced its way through his restraint. Rus was biting the tip of his tongue and Edge touched his cheekbone softly, urging him to stop. “Rus, I…I didn't realize I had anything left to lose with you."

Rus offered him a wobbly smile. "yeah, well." He rolled his eye lights heavenward, blowing out a sharp breath. “look, if you promise to try trusting me a little, i’ll promise to answer any questions you guys ask honestly. no more teasing. anything else, well, we can work on it. maybe. if you want."

Edge nodded jerkily. It was more than he dared hope for.

Rus’s smile firmed, quirking up at one corner. “promise? cross your soul?”

He made a little ‘x’ over his sternum with one finger and Edge repeated the gesture without hesitation. “Can I ask a question now?”

Rus’s sockets narrowed. “yeah, okay.”

“Can I kiss you?”

That earned him a smile, his real smile and Edge was helpless against it. "you’re really hard to stay mad at, boss.”

Thank the angel for that. He drew Rus down and if the first press of his mouth was hesitant, the second was warmer, easier, and by the third Edge wasn’t thinking of anything except Rus in his arms.

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Afterward, they ended up cramped together in his small bathroom, washing up as best they could from the sink because Edge was out of shower tokens.

“if you stay in my room tonight, we can share my shower,” Rus said teasingly. There was enough doubt underlying it to make Edge wince inwardly. Whatever happened in Rus’s past that was so damaging to his self-confidence, Edge did not know, but he was determined not to allow it to interfere, if he could.

“My bed is bigger, but I don't mind sleeping close.”

“cheeky,” Rus murmured, but he was smiling and he took a soft kiss before turning away.

They went to dinner together and every head at the table swung in their direction as they walked in, hand in hand. Including Bonnie, who was serving, and Undyne at the end up the table, whose single eyebrow climbed up her forehead as she took in the sight. The intensity of those stares sent Rus back a step, colliding with Edge who reached out to steady him.

“uh, hi?” Rus tried, hesitantly. The confusion on his face was blatant; obviously he hadn’t been the one talking to other scientists about his woes. “how’s the grub tonight?”

“Excellent, as always,” said one of the glaciologists. She signed along with the words, accidently exchanging words, but Bonnie wasn’t watching. Her narrow, scarred gaze was on Edge, measuring him wordlessly, to the point he nearly expected to feel a Check wash over him. He met her gaze evenly. He’d made a mistake, they all had, but Rus’s forgiveness was his to give.

In the end, she only harrumphed loudly and went back to the kitchen. It would probably be worth talking to her in private, if only to save his breakfast. His practical side pointed out that Bonnie would hopeful be with them long after Rus was gone, their relationship was not one Edge could afford to sacrifice.

For the moment, practicality could go hang.

The bench creaked as Undyne stood up from the table, her boots treading heavily as she marched over. Rus was taller than her by far but he still shrank back, sockets going wide.

“Listen,” Undyne propped both hands on her hips. “I’m sorry about the way all that shit went down, but I know apologies are cheap. So to make it up to you, I’m gonna let you hit me.”

Edge doubted that statement had the effect Undyne intended. Rus’s sockets went wide, his pale eye lights the size of golf balls. He took a step back, directly into Edge again and this time nearly sent them both to the floor. Edge caught hold of the door jam, steadying them both.

“hit you??” Rus squeaked out. He all but danced from foot to foot, hands twisting together anxiously.

“Yep. Give me a good one, anywhere you want, just keep it above the belt.” Undyne screwed up her face, braced for an upcoming blow.

Helplessly, Rus looked from Edge to the scientists and back, but Edge could only shrug. This wasn’t his call. The crowd at the table was even less useful. They sat riveted, glued on the scene as if it were a particularly good television movie. Finally, Rus tried, “undyne, i don’t want to hit you!”

Undyne’s good eye cracked open. “Don’t worry, I can take it. Pop me a good one, fashion victim.”

Rus looked down at his hand, curling it weakly into a fist, then let it fall loose with a laugh, “okay, stop it, i’m not gonna hit you. apology accepted, no fisticuffs required.”

For her part, Undyne almost seemed disappointed. “You sure? Some people would give their left nut for a chance to give me a free slug.”

“last i checked, i don’t have a rightie or a leftie, so yeah, i’m sure.” Rus said dryly. “i’m great for allergies, completely nut-free.”

“I’m not sure I'd go that far,” Edge murmured. Innocent was not a look he wore well, but he gave it his best attempt when Rus swung around to glare at him.

“All right, but there’s only one other way to do this.” Rus tried to scramble back but it was too late. Undyne took hold of him and lifted him off his feet in a rough hug, Rus squawking and flailing before he gave in to the inevitable, hanging limp in her probably a tad too firm embrace. When she finally set him back on his feet, Edge caught him before he could sag to the ground, bones gone noodly and his eye lights swirling.

Undyne turned back to the table, noticing the stares of the others for the first time and scowled ferociously, barking out, “Don’t you all have anything better to do?”

“Are you kidding, we haven’t had cable in weeks.” Came from the source Edge expected least, the snooty older man, the Geologist who’d so often seemed dismissive of Rus’s credentials. His smile was small but sincere. “Besides, this is better than Netflix.” A titter of laughter rounded the table,

“Yeah, yeah,” Undyne scoffed. “C’mon, food’s getting cold. Dish up!” She strode back over to the table and sat hard on enough on the bench to lift the others sitting on it a couple of inches.

Edge and Rus joined the others at the table, taking plates of their own, and if it wasn’t quite the comfortable atmosphere of the last few weeks, it was still much better than the morning.

Red never came to dinner.

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Once the meal was finished, Edge eating almost greedily of his first real meal since they’d come in from the storm that wasn’t burnt to charcoal, Undyne stood first, quickly scrubbing her plate and turning back to the group before any others could escape.

“All right, everyone,” Undyne barked. “I know you’re all as busy as a one-legged guy in an asskicking contest, but if you can carve out a couple hours, we’ve got a special treat in the rec center. It’s movie night and everyone's invited!”

A low murmur went around the table and Edge could only be included in their surprise. They’d never done anything like this before, but then, there were many things going on with this group that weren’t the norm. Next to him, Rus perked up with interest.

“sounds fun,” Rus said, standing up with his own plate. “count me in.” A few of the other researchers chimed in agreeably and Edge let them go ahead of him, hanging back with Undyne.

“When did you come up with this?” Edge murmured to her.

“I didn’t,” Undyne said flatly. “Alphys did. She was hoping to smooth things out with everyone, but looks like you and Rus already settled. So come on, let’s go before the good seats are gone.”

“I can’t.” Much as he hated to decline, his work has been getting neglected for a few days now. He needed to get things back on schedule and he needed to go find his brother. Whatever his reasons for skipping dinner, Red might feel better if he was aware that Rus was in a forgiving mood.

But Undyne caught his arm and held him back. “My honey felt so bad about what happened, she stepped out of her comfort zone to set this up. And if that doesn’t make you feel guilty enough,” Undyne went on, very low. “Rus is only here for a few more weeks. Kid forgave you and me, and we’ll need to work on Red. Let’s make sure he leaves with a fond memory and a smile on his face.”

Edge hesitated, torn. “That’s a low blow.”

“Maybe, but I’m not wrong. Come on.”

Undyne pulled him along and the drag in Edge’s steps was gone by the time Rus came back to him, his eye lights sparkling. Abruptly, Edge decided that Undyne was right. There was so little time he would have with Rus and plenty of time without him for paperwork. A lifetime’s worth.

Inside the rec room it became obvious that Bonnie kept very busy during dinner. There was a collection of mismatched bowls and pots brimming with popcorn, still warm and filling the air with the rich scent of melted butter. Piled alongside were actual boxes of candy like the kind from theaters, Junior Mints and Goobers, though where that came from Edge couldn’t fathom. It brought back memories, pleasant and otherwise. In the brief time they were on the surface before they came to the station, he and Undyne often went to the movies together, leaving Alphys and Red back at the small, dingy apartment that was all they could find. It was an extravagance they could scarcely afford, but the local theater was only a couple dollars and they could sneak in cheap boxes of candy from the nearby discount store.

Edge wasn’t generally one for candy and didn’t care at all for theater popcorn, coated in greasy, foul fake butter and yet, nostalgia struck him hard. Movies were an easy distraction in those days when he and Undyne could barely find anyone to employ a Monster, scrounging for enough coin to keep the four of them afloat. Spending an afternoon watching ridiculous car chases and explosions with the taste of candy that could barely be considered chocolate coating his mouth, letting reality drift away for a brief time before he returned home to once again attempt to scrub the ring from the tub. Escapism at its finest.

He only realized how long he’d been standing there staring when Rus asked, softly, “you okay?”

“Yes,” Edge said firmly, and selected a box of Raisinets.

Alphys was already there, smiling shyly at them all, and Undyne all but dove onto the sofa with her. On the other side of the sofa were the two glaciologists, honestly, Edge really did need to remember their names. He usually didn’t bother, the research groups came and went so quickly. They were both in pajamas and fluffy bathrobes, faces scrubbed clean and their hair pulled back. Alphys was wearing pajamas too, Edge realized with some amusement.

Less amusing was noticing that all the scientists sat strategically so the only place for Edge to sit was next to Rus. Who’d chosen a spot on the sofa, a large bowl of popcorn settled into his lap despite them having only just eaten dinner. The ploy was unsubtle and also unnecessary. He was more than happy to sit next to Rus, trying to keep the surprise from his face when Rus immediately curled up against him, spreading one of the soft throw blankets that were kept in the Rec Room over them both.

“What are we watching?” Edge tried to sound resigned but it was rather difficult with Rus snuggling into him.

“I got it!” Undyne scrambled up, blanket flying, and made a beeline to the television. “Figured this would be appropriate.”

She held up a case with ‘The Thing’ blazoned across it and a chorus of laughter and cheers filled the room.

Of course.

Edge didn’t care a whit for the movie. He only wanted to feel Rus close to him.

As it turned out, the movie was more interesting than he’d first expected and by the middle, Edge was absorbed, watching with breath held as the pilot began testing the blood of his companions, searching for the one who was the alien in disguise.

Interesting, yes, but not so much he couldn’t feel the fingertips easing up the inside of his thigh. Edge shifted slightly in an attempt to casually dissuade them, to no avail.

Rus’s expression was of one intent on the movie. The room was darkened and no one but Edge would be able to see the little smile playing at the corners of his mouth, the faint flush on his cheekbones as his hand wandered higher, palming Edge’s pubic symphysis through his pants. Coaxing a response that was not at all appropriate for being in a room full of people.

Well. This was an unexpected dilemma.

If he stood, he’d be treating the scientists to a rather obscene light show in his trousers, one that would only be more obvious in the dimness. Even if they didn’t understand what it meant, highly unlikely, he would, and so would the other Monsters in the room. The very idea was mortifying. Only the heavy blanket was protecting him now and there was no discreet way for him to prevent Rus’s surprisingly nimble fingers from unfastening his pants. All he could do was curse himself for not wearing a belt, the simplicity of a mere button and zipper were not enough to slow Rus.

Rus’s mouth barely moved as he said in a sly whisper, “keep quiet.”

A fine sentiment, but the surround sound system his brother installed was filling the room with explosions and alien shrieks, he was hardly worried about being overheard.

No, that wasn’t the point. The point was this was wrong, taking advantage of the ignorance of others to indulge in a voyeuristic tryst, and if Edge could speak without groaning, he would put a stop to it. Really. He would.

His breath caught audibly as Rus’s hand surrounded him, slim, bony fingers curling around his shaft. Hopefully all the others saw was the two of them sitting more or less chastely side by side. The blanket was innocently smooth, not so much as a wrinkle to reveal the sinuous twist of Rus’s wrist moving rhythmically, or so he hoped.

He flicked a glance around the room. Everyone was engrossed in the movie, not a single pair of eyes met his own...wait. Not a pair, a single eye on its own was focused on him. Undyne’s gaze and yet, instead of a knowing smirk, he found a rather flushed, desperate expression being cast his way. Next to her, Alphys appeared to be watching the movie with a large, fluffy blanket spread across both their laps and for all intents and purposes fully engrossed in watching as the alien was engulfed in flames. But Edge knew Alphys well enough to interpret that slight smile, the gleam in her eyes behind her glasses that was terribly similar to a cat who's gotten the cream, which was not a simile he needed to be thinking about at the moment.

Rus’s hand around him was moving faster, squeezing him tightly, fuck, he couldn’t—

Undyne coughed suddenly, loudly enough to garner attention, and while everyone was glancing at her, Edge squeezed his sockets shut and let his climax wash over him. Breath hissing softly between his teeth as he tried to keep from quivering to prevent the telltale rattle of bones from revealing them.

By the time he opened his sockets, the research center on the screen was caught in an explosion, the survivors sharing a bottle of alcohol between them as they despaired being unable to know if the other was alien. A fine ending even if Edge was going to have to rewatch the movie to see how it got there.

The others clapped and cheered as the credits rolled and Edge hastily fastened his trousers beneath the cover as they began to stand. Rus was rather impressively discreet, wiping his hand on the inside of the blanket and folding it over his arm to hide the stains, for all the world as if he was only chilly and wanted some extra warmth.

Less discreet was the way Rus silently flipped a G coin to Alphys. Who looked smug, the expression incongruous on her normally sweet face as she caught it with nary a fumble. Next to her, Undyne still seemed flushed from her ‘coughing’ spell, but there was no mistaking the awed affection in her gaze, turned firmly on Alphys.

“next time, i get to pick the movie,” Rus said lightly. Alphys’s grin widened.

“O-of course. If you think it will h-help.” She broke off on a squeak as Undyne scooped her up, walking determinedly out of the rec room in the direction of their quarters. The other scientists were gone as well, leaving behind a collection of empty popcorn bowls and scattered throw pillows tangled with blankets.

“think it’s on us to clean up—eep!” Rus yelped, scrabbling for Edge’s wrist far too late to stop him from sliding it into the front of his trousers. Edge wrapped his other arm around him from behind, holding him close even as Rus sagged against him, whimpering softly.

“I think if you’re going to make bets, you need to work harder on calculating the cost of losing,” Edge growled. If Rus had anything clever to say to that, it was swallowed in a moan that only deepened as Edge bent him over the back of the sofa.

From the sounds he soon coaxed from Rus, losing was well worth the price.

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TBC

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Caramel Skin Under A Purple Rain prt 24

Sitting in the old sun beaten chair in front of Keith’s desert shack, Lance felt at peace. Remaining ignorant of their destination until the last moment, he could hardly believe Keith’s shack was still standing. The front door just as unlocked as it’d been when they’d been blasted into space in Blue. Having arrived late, and not knowing what condition the shack would be in, they’d spent the night in Keith’s ship. Keith driving him crazy as his husband sank down to snuggled into his belly, pressing soft kisses to his stretching skin. Lance hadn’t noticed the small forming stretch marks, giggling at Keith kissing his stomach until he told him why. Nursing his hot chocolate, his eyes were closed as he enjoyed the silence. No Mami. No Krolia. No Veronica. No beeping from medical machinery. No, all he could hear was Keith cursing occasionally as he cleaned up his shack. Being unable to bend his knee, Keith had sent him outside while he cleaned. Lance was supposed to be compiling their shopping list for that afternoon, but being pregnant, sleepy, and annoying the feel of the sun against his skin, he was too relaxed. Out of all the places in the world Keith could have stolen him off to, this was the last on his list, yet now he was here, he couldn’t imagine being anywhere else. Keith loved the desert. He loved the rich and natural colours. The way the reds blended to bold purples and deep browns. The blue, and seemingly endless sky stretched out above them without the slightest cloud cover. Letting his left hand drop over the side of the chair, Kosmo’s tail thumped lightly as he licked at Lance’s fingertips. Humming happily, the mug in his hand started to slip. He didn’t have the energy to bother saving it, there was still a little more than half in it. Keith had fussed about, making sure he had something to sip on while waiting for him. Making the joke “he wouldn’t say no to a hot chocolate”, his poor husband had taken it seriously. Seeing his growing stomach had really brought things home for Keith. Lance was trying his hardest to move past their disastrous mission. Trying his hardest not to let himself show his pain to Keith. He was grateful they were finally alone. Alone where no one was simply going to drop by for a visit unannounced. Hearing the squeaking of the shack’s wooden floor, followed the swing and light bang from the screen door, the mug was lifted from his hand as Keith dropped a kiss on top of his head “I need to do a run into town for cleaning supplies. Do you want to come with me?” Humming softly, the effort to move was to much. People seemed like too much effort... His heart twinged. His instincts didn’t want his husband to leave him behind again. Yet, he didn’t want to be “that husband”. He didn’t want to be too clingy. Not just for his husband, but for himself. There were times in the future where they weren’t going to be in direct line of sight of each other. Plus, Keith said they needed to go food shopping and this was a cleaning supply run “Mmm. I think I’m going to stay here. It’s nice” “Are you sure? You could come for the ride over to town. It’s not that long” Dios. It was tempting. So fucking tempting “That means up and down that quiznakking ramp. I’ll come later when we do a food run. You should take Kosmo with you. He hasn’t eaten in a whole varga. It’s the end of his little world” Keith snorted, leaning back to down nuzzle into Lance’s hair, pressing kisses to the spot as he did. Lance wasn’t the only one who’d loosened up considerably since arriving at the shack. Keith carried himself with the air of one returning home after a short holiday, not someone who only visited maybe once a year. They’d be spending a whole week here, then they were heading to the outpost for another in order to get Marco settled. Keith wasn’t keen on returning to the outpost, yet listened when Lance explained that the time spent their would speed up his pregnancy, leaving him giving birth with time to recover before Hunk and Shay’s wedding. His husband accepting purely because this meant so much to him, and because he’d be by his side so it wasn’t as if Keith was being robbed of time with their developing children “Nah. I’ll leave him here. I won’t be too long. If anything happens then I’ll call you. Do you want me to pick up anything for lunch?” His husband was gently fishing. Lance had already started experiencing strange cravings, but didn’t want to burden Keith with his whims “Whatever you feel like. Don’t get too carried away... and maybe not spicy” Pregnancy farts were potent... He didn’t need to let one rip when he settled down to snuggle his husband once the shack was cleaned up... No one warned you about how gassy pregnancy made you... except his Mami... and that was another conversation he’d never forgot as long as he lived “Alright, babe. I’ll be back soon” Tilting his head back, Lance smiled as Keith kissed him tenderly “Then you’re taking a break. You’re only cleared for light duties. I want to check your foot. I know it was keeping you up last night” His knee had left him miserable and unable to sleep. Rachel landing on his knee has caused it to swell back up again. The site throbbing and tender to movement. Keith had tried to snuggle with him last night, yet certain angles had his husband grimacing with pain and discomfort. The wound it’s self was now a scab on both sides, larger on the bottom than the top and the cause of his husband’s annoyance. The natural movement of the skin pulled on the scab. He really should be on crutches too “I know. I was hoping to have the dining table looking nice so we could eat lunch there... but I ran out of spray and there’s enough dust on their to... I don’t know. I got frustrated and drew a dick in the dust” Lance barked with laughter. Keith was only ever patient with him, for the most part “At least you didn’t try to throw it. A little soapy water with some vinegar will sort that right out” “Vinegar?” “Kills mould. Chemicals aren’t great for the twins” “I didn’t think about that...” Keith frowned down at him, guilt in his words “Don’t. Hey. We’re new at this. There’s all sorts of “do’s and don’t’s”. I didn’t think about it until then either. Go already so you come back” “And you’ll be alright?” Keith had gone from being a “cuddly octopus” to a “constantly questioning his comfort, cuddly octopus”. Hearing his husband enquire over him had been nice once or twice, now it was frustrating, and grating on his nerves “I’ll be fine. This is nice... all this silence and peace is nice. I’m going to nap for a bit. Your babies are taking all my energy” “I can clear...” “Babe. Stop. You’re over compensating. If I’m not ok, I’ll tell you. I’m enjoying the sun. I’ve got Kosmo. I’ve got something to drink. And I’m ok here” “You smell hurt, and I can’t calm down” Whatever these instincts were in both of them, Lance knew his side too well. The desire to monopolise Keith. To protect him. To stand by his side. To take away even the smallest sliver of pain that hued his scent. His husband didn’t want to be on edge, but his instincts were being idiots “It’s my knee, dummy. Of course I smell hurt. But I’m ok. Now go” “You’ll call me...” “If anything happens. I promise. You’re the one I’m worried about. No picking fights or coming back with bruises. And no stabbing anyone” “Says the man who still keeps his knives in boots” Wriggling his bare toes, Lance shrugged “My boots are inside. Your knife is in the back of your jeans. I know you better than you think, dear husband of mine” “It’s not my fault people are idiots” “I know. We’re the kings of all idiots. Or napping. I think I’m going to be the king of napping until you return” Keith stole a soft kiss from his lips. His purple eyes filled with affection “Stay safe. I love you” “I love you, too” Napping in the chair, Lance was out like a light until Keith returned. His husband having gotten carried away while shopping. Carrying their lunch over, Keith passed Lance his burger meal, then settled himself down on the front step of the shack. Opening his burger wrapper, his husband fished out a book that had been tucked up under his arm “What’s that?” Holding the book up, Lance felt a rush of love. The book was on pregnancy, and though not everything in it would apply to him, he felt himself tearing up. Quickly lowering the book, Keith deserted his burger back into the bag it came out of “Did I do something wrong?” Wiping his eyes with the back of his free hand, Lance then quickly shook his head “No. I’m kind of really happy right now. You bought a baby book...” “You got me thinking. We were going to look it up together but then everything happened. I... I asked the woman at the bookstore and she said this was the most popular one... and I um... asked the woman at the store which cleaning products were ok to use... I hope you don’t mind” “I’m crying because you made me happy, you arsehole. I have no idea what I’m doing and now I feel better because you’re trying to learn... Sorry, it’s probably the hormones” Starting to fan his face, Lance felt kind of stupid. Sliding across the step from the far side where he’d been leaning against the post, to the side closer to Lance’s feet, Keith gave him a smile that would melt the hearts of a million kittens “I thought we could take a look at it later? Did they say what they thought the conception date was?” “Around the 27th of April. Earth time” “And what’s it now?” “I don’t know... nearly July? I can’t math between movements and weeks right now” Because he was too fucking happy Keith wasn’t running away from his “dad duties” “I think you’re like 11 weeks... Which would explain why your stomach’s started getting so much bigger faster... 12 weeks is the safe point, isn’t it?” “They say so. But miscarriages and still births can happen right up until the moment you give birth...” “I know... When I was at the shopping centre, I got to thinking how you needed clothes. I mean, I was thinking about it before. It’s another one of the reasons I decided to bring you out here. So we could shop in peace... Then I started thinking about the twins and their needs. Is it too soon to buy cots? I supposed we should wait... but I was thinking if we picked them up now, we could just store them at the outpost... And we really need to talk about that. I know you don’t want to walk away from what you built up. And I know you can’t turn your work brain off. But I was also hoping... I was hoping you’d be open to buying a house here. With me” “Here... as in right here?” Keith loved the desert... “I have my shack here. I mean, we could build something more solid. But I was thinking of maybe near the Garrison. I could see about getting work there as a flight instructor... or something. Krolia probably still wants me to take over Daibazaal, but I want our kids to grow up on Earth... Or at least go to school on Earth. Plus, Mami would never let us get away with not visiting super regularly. And if Curtis and Shiro retire soon, it’d be nice to be near them too” Feeling as if he was becoming too emotional, Lance joked “You just want two free baby sitters” “Yep. You got me. How are we supposed to have date night if we have no one to babysit?” Placing his burger in his lap, Lance tilted his head “Where’s my husband? You look like him... you kind of sound like him... but you’ve written up this whole domestic fantasy... and Keith is never this well planned” “Fuck you. I am so. I’m just... I’m thinking about the babies. I was dreaming about them last night. Except I was pregnant. And it was triplets. And they were cats... And you were my doctor. But we weren’t dating anymore and it was all a secret... and then I had to give birth, but I was horny and I woke up needing to pee” Horny and needing to pee. Lance knew those feelings too well “Alright. You’re definitely Keith. Only Keith would tell me about his weird arse nightmares... Cats... maybe it’s your Galra genes telling you something?” “That you’re going to have a litter of kittens?” Lance snorted, a hand moving to his belly “Do you think they’ll have Galra ears?” Keith looked alarmed “I don’t know... What if they do? What if they have fur...?” “I think I don’t want to think about that... I hope they both look like you... but Krolia and Acxa are pretty... I’m putting them up for adoption if they look like Zarkon” “Don’t say that about our twins” “Why not? Zarkon was an ugly fucker” “Because they’re ours. Now eat your burger...” Keith continued on to grumble about how his children would never be put up for adoption. Lance had made the joke, not thinking about Keith’s past... The happiness of his husband wanting to be part of the pregnancy started crumbling. His thoughts reminding him of how much a stupid fucking idiot he was, for not thinking before opening his mouth. * With the store Keith wanted to take him to being open 24 hours, his husband insisted that he take a nap while he finished up cleaning the kitchen. Seeing Lance had spent most of the afternoon napping after checking Keith’s foot, he was tired of napping alone. Having caught Keith’s eyes on his swell more than once, Lance had made a show of stripping his shirt off to expose his breasts and stomach, then dropping his sweats as he stuck his arse out. Ignoring the pain in his knee, and those stupid bruises that still ran the length of his side, he climbed into Keith’s with a wave of his arse. Laying sideways atop the covers, he let his fingers drift across his belly, fingertips leaving goosebumps across where he traced. Feeling his husband’s eyes roaming across his exposed “You’re doing this on purpose, aren’t you?” “I’ve spent all day napping alone. Besides, you... kind of look like maybe you want to touch me?” Between his legs was starting to get wet, his mind deciding now was the perfect time for his dick to twitch in interest as it started to lengthen and thicken. Rolling onto his back, he left his fingers glide up across his sensitive chest. Brushing his thumb over this right nipple, pain and lust burst from the sensation, a moan escaping his lips as Keith growled. He’d wanted cuddles and now he wanted Keith to bend him in half and ride him until he’d drawn out every drop of cum of him. With a flurry of rustling fabric, Keith stripped deftly. Climbing up, Keith was careful not to move his injured knee as he moved Lance’s left leg out the way. Placing his hands on Lance’s stomach, Keith started mouthing along Lance’s left hip, towards his snail trail. Warmth continued to pool in his stomach as Keith scent reached his nose. His husband smelt of safety. Of those warm bonfires and that raging scent of arousal. Whimpering out a stuttered moan as Keith sucked a possessive hickey above his underwear line, his husband pulled back “Does that hurt? If it hurts...” “No! No... God no...” Still, Keith abandoned his task, instead sliding his hands up to cup Lance’s breasts, kissing his nipples before lifting himself to kiss him deeply. Lance melting into the kiss. He’d wanted this for so long. He’d wanted Keith naked before him. He wanted to see his husband’s smooth skin. To see for himself that he was healed. Massaging and groping Lance’s budding breasts, Lance moaned into kiss, hips bucking clumsily as he grew wetter. His hands coming to Keith’s back, fingertips digging lightly into his husband’s flesh as he tried to draw him closer. Breaking the kiss, Keith moved back to his breasts, sucking and teasing his left nipple as his right hand moved to tug on Lance’s underwear, Lance lifting his hips in the hopes Keith would hurry up already. Biting down, the insides of Lance’s thighs twitched as he whined needily “Keith... Keith please...” Slowly dragging his teeth of Lance’s nipple Keith “You’re so fucking sexy...” “Then hurry up...” Snorting, Keith didn’t hurry up. He took his time to tease as he trailed kisses down his stomach before burying his face in Lance’s crotch, licking at the forming wet spot at the front of Lance’s boxers. Keith groaning he finally started tugging his underwear off “You smell fucking amazing...” Stripped with a little bit of clumsiness due to the brace, his husband nudged him onto his side before raising Lance’s left knee to essentially place him in the recovery position. Dragging his tongue slowly down the cleft of his arse, Lance nearly came as Keith’s tongue ran over his opening, Keith gripping his hip as he hungrily applied himself with his lips and tongue, drawing forth waves of wetness and pleasure. Keith was the only one who’d ever made him feel this way, and for some reason it felt so much better than normal. Gripping the sheets with clenched fists, he rocked in an attempt to gain friction on his neglected dick. He was melting. The pain from his trapped nipple rubbing against the sheet. The throbbing of his dripping dick. The sweet pleasure of his lover’s tongue fucking his needy opening. He was drunk on Keith. Close to orgasm far too soon “Babe... do it... wanna come with you in me” Raising his left leg, Keith kisses the inside of his right thigh before nosing at his balls. The Cuban’s pubes drenched in wet and precum as his husband ran his tongue up the back of his sack and teased at his taint with the tip. Whimpering, Lance scrunched his eyes closed tightly as he fought off coming. He felt incredibly hyper sensitive, confused over how slow Keith was going and teary from being teased “P-please” Swearing softly, Keith slipped out from under his left leg, shimming up to cuddle up behind him “I’m sorry, baby. ‘ didn’t mean to push you so far... you’re just so beautiful” Nipping at his shoulder Keith rutted up against him. His erection smearing wetness between Lance’s thighs. A fear suddenly struck him, an irrational fear that came from not seeing Keith’s face. His scent shifting drastically “Babe? Babe, what’s wrong?” “Can we... I want to see your face” “You’re crying because you want to see my face?” Nodding, it sounded stupid when Keith said it like that “Oh, babe. Here, come here... I love you... I just didn’t want to hurt your leg” “It’s fine... if it’s for you, it’s fine. You can do anything you want to me and it’s fine...” “I’m not doing anything that’s going to hurt you. I love you... we’re having sex because we love each other” “I want to see your face” The position wasn’t great for his busted knee, yet Keith was soft and gentle. His lips and hands gliding across Lance’s caramel skin with practiced ease, lavishing attention across his body. His presence a salve to his aching soul. Each wanton moan brought forth from the drag and thrust of Keith’s ribbed dick. Each jolt of pleasure shorting his brain as he came across his swollen stomach. Each wet slap as Keith chased his pleasure, the feeling of being so perfectly filled. Feeling Keith’s dick starting to swell, a strangled scream of pleasure bubbled up, another orgasm hitting out of nowhere as Keith buried himself as deeply inside as he could. Warmth spreading from his belly to his face as he blushed. Taking Keith’s face in his hands, he brought his husband down for panted sloppy kisses as Keith rode out the waves of pleasure crashing through him. His warmth and pure affectations. His love that had felt hidden behind high walls. All of it had broken down to just the pair of them, alone in Keith’s shack, dozens of kilometres from the nearest person “I love you” “I love you too, babe. Fuck... you’re so beautiful... I could come from staring at this pretty little face of yours” Snorting at his husband, Lance let his arms drop as Keith dropped down to hold him, fingertips drawing some invisible pattern against his sweaty skin “Real romantic there...” “You know it... fuck... I’m ready for round two already. You do this to me. You know that right. I lost my virginity to you, and now I’m hopeless addicted to this arse of yours” “Is that so? I was kind of hoping you liked my arse before...” “Oh. Trust me. Your arse... those long legs of yours... that things you do when you’re looking through the scope of your blaster... the way you move... and these hips of yours...” “I see my razor sharp intellect failed to make your list” “If you were as smart as you thought you were, you never would have settled for someone like me” Lance frowned, propping himself the best he could so he could see Keith’s face “Idiot. You’re the one good thing I have. You’re the one slumming it here. I mean... you’re so fucking hot all I have to do is look at you and I’m wet” “Now I notice you’re not including my intellect either” “That’s because we’re both dumbarses. It’s a fact of life by now” “I’ll give you dumb arse” Rocking his hips Lance moaned at the action. Keith pushing himself up and settling back to gaze down at him. A finger tracing a ribbon of cum as he smirked “More like a numb arse... You have no idea how horny I’ve been” “I think I have some idea... I also think we’re not getting out of bed any time soon” Laughing playfully, Lance raised a hand to shove lightly against Keith’s shoulder “Oh. You think you’re that good?” “You’re not going to be walking straight for a month by the time I’m done with you” “I already can’t walk straight. You’re going to have to do better than that” “Just you wait and see” Naked and cuddling in Keith’s bed, Lance had his good leg wrapped around Keith as he cuddled into his side. Keith’s hand was resting on his belly, the pair sharing soft kisses and touches. Lance couldn’t remember how many times Keith had brought him to orgasm, only that too much pleasure turned to spreading numbness and fatigue. His whole body leaden, relying completely on Keith to initiate the sweet kisses he bestowed each time Lance’s eyes started to droop closed. He didn’t want to sleep. He wanted to enjoy the softness of Keith’s tickling breath. The way his husband’s hair was ruffled from him gripping his mullet. His lips kiss swollen, with drool on the left side of his face. Despite his exhaustion, Keith had fetched a towel to clean him up. Then he’d unleashed his cuddly octopus side, resulting in the simple pleasure of being held by the man he loved for the past hour. Bopping his nose with his finger, Lance’s momentary cross-eyedness caused Keith to chuckle “If you’re sleepy, you should sleep” “I’m fine” “Babe, you’re more asleep than awake” “We were supposed to go food shopping” “That can wait until tomorrow. You need your sleep” “But I’m happy... I don’t want this feeling to go away” Keith kissed him again “I’m happy too. I don’t know what it is about this place, but it makes me feel at peace” “Me too.. it’s nice not worrying, you know?” “I do. Everything started here. At the time, I wouldn’t have believed we’d be back here like that once day” “Do you think we can find the cave again? Where Blue used to be?” “You want to head up there?” “I think it’s time...” Yawning softly, talking had sapped the last of his energy. Settled in Keith’s safe arms, and surrounded by Keith’s scent, sleep came easily. * Lance had decided getting Keith worked up, wasn’t one of his best ideas. He’d been trying to shower under the horrendous water pressure after being woken in the middle of the night by nausea. Feeling flat, fat, starving, sore, and gassy, the last thing he needed was a good morning blow job, then a quickie with Keith fucking between his thighs as Lance squeezed his legs together, agitated by being so damn horny, and annoyed by the fact that his arse was the only part of him the hot water was hitting. If he’d had to survive shitty pressure like this through puberty, he was sure he wouldn’t turned out the “nice and well adjusted” adult he was. Coming between his legs, he very nearly murdered his husband when Keith started peeing. He got it. No one felt human until after that first morning pee... but he didn’t appreciate the smell of pee in the shower, or being peed on like Keith was marking his territory. Grumbling at Keith, his husband laughed it off with kisses. That was the one thing that kept him from being gutted for ignoring basic human etiquette. With no food in the shack, and the prospect of scavenging through the ship for something, Lance bossed Keith into taking shopping on empty stomachs. His crutches and the influx of scents proved to slow and dampen his mood. His anxiety levels sky high as they wandered through the first level of the shopping centre about 15 minutes away from Keith’s shack. They weren’t even in the same state anymore. The journey probably would have taken a few hours by hoverbike, with them having skipped the city by the Garrison completely. Fashioned on an older Earth styled mall, he enjoyed the change from standard space malls and trade moons. Things had naturally changed to accomodate the influx of alien species, but there were just some things that you couldn’t replace or replicate. Like donuts. The moment that sugary cinnamon scent reached them, Lance was hobbling forward as fast as his busted leg allowed. Devastated that he couldn’t use both crutches and munch away on his donuts, Lance forced his spare crutch upon Keith as they took their time exploring the first level of the shopping centre. It was his personal opinion that Keith should have been using a crutch anyway. His foot was still a cause of discomfort, hence, Keith shouldn’t be weight bearing on it. Galra or not, his husband was precious to him. Pregnant or not, he wanted his husband in one piece. Holding up a chocolate dipped sprinkled donut, Keith stole a bite from it, laughing at the look of sheer anguish on Lance’s face “I’m sorry, babe. It was too tempting to not” “You’re getting too cheeky for your own good. I bought these donuts with my own GAC” “And I’ll buy you more before we leave. Is there anywhere in particular you want to go?” He had a few places he wanted to hit up. None of which he’d talked at length with Keith about “We’ll save food shopping for last. Do you guys have cold storage on your ship?” “Not really” “Then we’ll save food shopping for the outpost for after we’ve picked Marco up. If we take him with his, he’s going to want everything. I need clothes for now and later. We need a present for Krolia. A present for Hunk and Shay. Enough food for the week... um... baby things?” Keith let out a sigh “I wanted to surprise you with that. I thought we could look for cots... and stuff. It’s part of the reason I wanted to bring you back to Earth. I wanted you to have... clothes and things you liked you... so you’re comfortable later on... I don’t know if I’m saying this right...” Scratching his nape, Keith had a slight red dusting on his cheeks. Lance’s heart skipping a beat. Holding out the rest of the chocolate donut for Keith, his husband had some nerve being so amazingly amazing so early in the morning. He was just about crying thinking about how so much had changed since the accident. Keith had stepped up more than he could have expected. At the same time he feared that he’d only stepped up because he’d nearly died. That he was trying so hard to make Lance happy not because he loved him, but as some grand apology which when the dust settled would leave them fighting all over again. The little voices reminding him he was a beaten coward who couldn’t face an Earth mall without his husband by his side. His appetite for donuts was ruined by his own mind “Babe? Did I say something wrong?” Taking the box from his hand, while holding the part eaten chocolate covered donut in his mouth, his husband lead him the few steps to the brick wall between storefronts. Caging him from public view, Lance rested his forehead against his husband’s shoulder “That’s it. Slow deep breaths for me” He hadn’t realised that his breathing had grown uneven during the few moments he was lost in his head. Following his husband’s lead, Lance took half a dozen slow and deep breaths before Keith asked “Better?” “Yeah. I’m sorry I didn’t notice... I was in my head” “It’s fine. We’ll take today as slow as you need. Maybe it would have been better to come sooner, and you know... miss the crowds and that” “No. It’s fine. It’s my head being silly... I was really happy that... that you were thinking about the future. Then I got scared that this wouldn’t last...” Letting Keith interpret the words how he wanted, his husband rubbed his cheek up against Lance’s temple “Idiot. Of course it is. All marriages have ups and downs. All I want is you to be happy and the twins to be healthy. And don’t forget, it’s your birthday next month. We need to...” “I don’t celebrate my birthday” Lance was slightly too firm in informing Keith of his lack of birthday. But when your previous birthday was missed due to... everything going to absolutely quiznak... and you can’t even remember if you were drunk, stoned or being raped for the one before it... then before that one you were grieving the loss of the woman you’d loved... and drunk... and possibly stoned... and before that Voltron.... Now he was making himself miserable realising he hadn’t celebrated his birthday as day just about him since his 16th... and he was at the garrison for that one. 8 years of not so great birthdays... That was including the three years of missing birthdays... “Even if I want to celebrate with you?” “It doesn’t hold any special feelings for me anymore” “It’s the first time we’re going to get to celebrate it together, and the last time we can celebrate together before we become parents. I want it to be special” Dios. Why was Keith so quiznakking sweet? His husband wanted to do something together... His once antisocial husband... who’d probably had more than his fair share of unhappy birthdays... He didn’t want the love of his life to suffer because the day was ruined for him “No cake. No candles. No singing. I don’t want a present, instead I want to spend the whole day with you and Kosmo” “There must be something you want...” Now that sweetness was yo-yoing back to annoyance “You. I want you for the whole day. That’s all. No work. No mission. No drama” “That doesn’t seem like much of present” “It’s my birthday. I get to choose. I choose you” “Alright. I still wish you’d let me do more. You’re my husband” “You being by my side is all I need. We should make a start. I’ll follow your lead” “Aren’t you the professional at shopping?” “Not on Earth anymore. It’s not the same as it used to be... Now I’m getting depressed again. Let’s just go?” * Lance’s mood continued to be all over the place. Hitting up the department store, he burst into tears when he saw the baby booties on special, then nearly accidentally took out a poor innocent woman with his crutches when he lost his temper in the maternity section. He was guy. He wanted plain clothes. Not flowery things that looked like he was wearing a bad vase. He didn’t want shirts that dipped down to show his budding cleavage, nor did he want embroidered jeans. It all served to slap him across the face with the fact he wasn’t normal. He wanted long sleeves to cover his self harm scars, but they only had sparkly stuff... And when it came to maternity bras, he ended up sobbing on the floor of the changing rooms while Keith’s was left comforting him. His husband had so desperately wanted this to be a positive thing for them both. Apologies poured from his lips, Keith rubbing his back and kissing his hair. He felt like a freak. It wasn’t like he’d never dressed as a girl before for work. Or to surprise Keith. But looking at his changing body, with his belly standing out, and his breasts clad in a bra that would eventually become a much needed part of his wardrobe, it was all too much on his nerves. Wanting to protect him from himself, Keith grabbed the plainest of the clothes they’d chosen, before they left the change room. Placing his crutches in the shopping trolley, his husband kept an arm around his waist so Lance could hide against him. He felt as if everyone knew, unable to face the few fans that recognised him. Keith smoothly covering for their shopping selection with the fact that Krolia was pregnant. His mood stayed low until Keith nudged him, and Lance realised they were in front of cots. It took Lance all of thirty seconds to fall in love with a beautiful white wooden cot. It was simple and plain, yet that was what made it so beautiful to him. All the others had weird slopey bits he wasn’t sure of, and boasted a range of features that meant nothing to him. Laughing softly, his husband kissed his temple as Lance gripped the top railing, staring at the premade mattress, dressed in soft blue blankets with a white rabbit in the corner “I think we’ve found our cots” “It’s beautiful” Keith nuzzled into temple, pressing another kiss to the spot “You’re beautiful. I can see the love in your eyes” “Do you like it? There’s fancier ones... maybe they’re better...” “Babe, you’re rambling. It’s perfect. You’re perfect. The twins are going to be perfect” Snorting wetly, Lance wiped his nose on his sleeve “I’m sorry I had a melt down” “It’s alright. It’s a lot for you. And I know it is. I can’t imagine how I’d feel being on the other side of this. You’re never repulsive to me. This body is carrying our little miracles and it’s pretty damn amazing” Quiznak he was crying again. Throwing himself on his husband, Keith laughed lightly as he wrapped his arms around him “You have no idea how much I needed to hear that” “I know it gets busy in your head, but I’m your husband. That accident is the single happiest accident I’ve ever had” “Better than finding out you’re gonna be a dad?” “Yeah, because there’s no one else I want to be going through all of this with” “You’re such a quiznakking sap” “I’m your quiznakking sap. So that’s a yes for the cots?” Lance nodded in an almost exaggerated manner “Yes!” “Ok. Ok. You’re gonna have to let me down so I can load the boxes in. We’ll need to grab the matching mattresses too” “And the blankets... We’re gonna have so much to unload at the outpost” “I thought we agreed that we’d raise the twins on Earth” Breaking the embrace and wiping his eyes. The idea of leaving the outpost was too distressing, yet something he knew he needed to face. In consideration for Keith’s wishes, and his own, he’d come up with a compromise “I... was thinking initially we could stay at the outpost. Daehra’s there so there’s medical help if anything goes wrong... and... I want to... I want to spend as much quality family time alone together that we can fit in, before coming back. If I give birth there, I’ll have longer to recover before the wedding... I want to have that us time. I know our friends mean well, but this is fucking hard already... Then... when the time is right, I want to move with you. But for now, can I be selfish?” “I thought you were trying to be polite in telling me that Earth wasn’t going to happen” “You’re their daddy. You have a say in all of this. Your opinion is important to me. We’re a team, right?” Keith was quick to agree, giving him a quick peck on the lips “The best team. Keith and Lance, neck and neck” “You’re such a loser” “I’m your loser” With the cots and mattress boxes filling the trolley, Keith fetched another one. Being the idiots they were, they may have completely gone overboard with onesies and outfits of various sizes... not knowing what they were having didn’t stop Lance. Then there were nappies, bibs, dummies, and tiny tiny shoes that were tiny. Boys could wear pink just as well as girls could. Pink was traditionally a boys colour centuries ago. Plus extra outfits gave them more choice when Keith’s sibling was born. With all the attention being lavished on their unborn children, Lance started feeling as if they were neglecting Kosmo. Their spoilt rotten wolf earning himself a new bed for Keith’s room and ship, and a second for the Telula and the outpost. Plus new bowls, new chew toys, treats, blankets, a new brush, shampoo, conditioner... He may have gotten carried away with his love for his fur son. Keith insisted that Kosmo didn’t need everything he was putting in, Lance choosing to feign deafness as he started pushing the shopping trolley towards the register. His knee was getting worse, and the roller coaster of emotions had taxed him badly enough he was ready for a nap. Food shopping completely forgotten by the rising nausea the bright lights and scents of the store. A cold sweat had broken out across his skin, as if he was clammy with fever. He needed to sit, lest he risk his lightheadedness turning to fainting, and Keith discovered he wasn’t feeling well. Making it out the department store, he should have been home free. Agreeing that they should probably dump everything in the ship, he’d waved Keith off to unload the cots and mattress, while he stayed put. His husband unnecessarily firm in telling him not to move. At the time, Lance had whole heartily agreed to stay sitting, his knee appreciating no longer having to stand him up. Yet, as he sat and waited, his nausea grew. The lights of the shopping centre seemed to grow brighter by the second, his breathing catching in preparation to vomit. It was one of his least graceful moments as he clamped a hand to his mouth, rushing as politely as he could to the nearest toilet. Locking himself in the parents room, he felt guilty for taking up the space as he wasn’t a parent yet. Falling to his knees in front of the toilet, his precious donuts tasted horrible as they came back up. Fear filling him over his vulnerable position. Keith wasn’t there. He was in some random shopping centres bathroom, pregnant and scared that any random stranger would stumble upon his secret. His husband’s scent nearly muted by far too many stranger scents. He couldn’t breathe due to intensity of the pain radiating from his bent knee. Panicking, he hit his comms trying to call Keith as his stomach expelled its weak contents... Out of nowhere he felt himself sliding sideways, vomit running from his drooly mouth as his body seized violently. His seizure only lasted a handful of excruciating long moment, before his body finally fell limp. Each of his muscles burned as like he’d run a marathon, his legs cramped so painfully they felt knotted. His fingers felt as if they’d been twisted in their sockets, yet he was incredibly grateful he hadn’t been standing when it’d hit. Keith loved their twins. If he lost them, there was no way they could come back from that. Keith would tell him until he was blue in the face that he blame him, yet he would. He couldn’t take his medication properly, and now whatever supreme entity out there was laughing at him. Sluggish and slowly, Lance pealed himself off the floor when Keith started knocking. Letting his husband in, he all but collapsed into Keith’s hold, his husband not missing a beat as he carried him over to sit in the nursing chair near the small microwave in the space. Hushing him, Keith’s wonderfully cool palm was placed against his forehead, Lance leaning into the touch “You feel warm” “I don’t feel great” The words had barely been mumbled when he was throwing up again. There wasn’t a lot left to throw up, but it was enough to be mortifying as it landed down Keith’s jacket. Emotionally compromised, he broke down into sobs. His inner instincts instantly fearing Keith was going to strike him for his mistake as he shrunk away from the half-Galra. Gagging and choking, Keith whipped his jacket off, holding it to Lance chin as he threw up mostly spit and drool, the hand not holding the jacket in place wiped at his chin “Let it out. It’s ok” It definitely wasn’t ok. He should be banned from jackets for life. Whimpering as his stomach cramped again, Keith didn't shy from the situation “It’s ok, babe. The jackets machine washable. By this time tomorrow it’ll have been washed, hung out, and brought back in” Being machine washable did help to ease his guilt, but only by a minuscule amount. For some reason Slav and his weird arse calculations popped to mind. When he didn’t throw up further, Keith emptied out one of the bags of shopping and wrapped his jacket there before returning to kneel in front of him “I think it’s time we head home. I know it’s a lot to ask, but can you stand? I don’t want to leave you here alone while I put all this in my ship” “I’ll be ok” “Are you sure? We can take it slow. Plenty of breaks” “No... I just wanna go home...” He was sorry. So fucking sorry. His husband had wanted to spend a fun day shopping, but his head and his anxieties had to be stupid about it “Ok. Then we can snuggle up and watch something?” “Just want to snuggle. Feel gross” “Snuggles it is” With Keith taking almost all his weight, Lance was simply along for the ride. There were a few stores that caught his interest, yet the moment they’d passed them he’d forgotten all about it. Helped up the loading ramp, he skipped making his way up to the cockpit in favour of the cool feeling from the metal floor. He knew Keith was worrying, and that his silence had his husband on edge. He didn’t have the energy to pretend to be fine. All he wanted to do was be away from prying eyes and noisy crowds. He wanted the peace of Keith’s desert shack, and to cuddle his husband as they lay tangled together on the sofa. He’d ruined the whole day for Keith, and now he had the nerve to cling to his husband and seek sympathy as if he was the one who deserved it. Refusing to move from the cargo bay, Keith let him rest there with Kosmo’s new ship bed for a pillow and bucket procured out of nowhere in case he vomited again. Quiznak, he didn’t deserve Keith.

[the-energon-hole]

Oh! Oh! How about TFP bots headcannons about them and their human s/o rising their hybrid sparkling (let's pretend biology works that way)? Like, their reaction when they heard the lil' bitlets' first words and sruff?

((A/N So this Headcanon request, I took it and I ran away with it-

Basically, I ran under the idea that Cybertronians can merge and create life kind of like Asari can from Mass Effect- it is a child that is both Cybertronian and Human, but the species is Cybertronian just to keep things simple. I also ran with the idea that all the Cybertronians were carriers, just to keep reader in a gender neutral status.

Basically, I like dhow these turned out, even if it took me forever to write them!~))

Optimus Prime

-Optimus likes to consider himself a rather emotionally distant partner, and he generally prefers it to stay this way due to his place in both the war against Megatron and in Cybertronian Society as a leader. He would feel so awful if his enemies or those who oppose him used you as a bargaining chip against him- sometimes those thoughts keep him awake at night as you sleep soundly on his chest without any worry about the closeness and bond the two of you share. His emotional distance seems to lower as his inhibitions seem to fail him when the genetic merge happens- as he has brought in a new life form that is created based off of both yours and his genetic material… your child. The Sparkling is so beautiful that when he gazes upon the young one’s face, he is reminded of why he fights and what he must do to preserve all life- even if will cost him his own life. No matter how hard he tries, he cannot bring himself to be distant from you, or his beautiful baby sparkling.

-You have to come to terms with you may not live long enough to see this child grow and become a full Cybertronian bot, you will at most, be able to witness the little bitlet grow to be in its second frame form- when it is finally able to begin growing into its much bigger form. It was sad, but also heartwarming to leave a piece of yourself to always be with Optimus- even when you have long passed and are unable to be the comfort he needs in this dark and cruel universe when everything seems to be stacked against him. He, too, is grateful that this union has created something he can cherish till the end of his days (even if he projects he will not outlive you).

-Watching the small squishy thing begin to form its outer armor was rather amazing, a formation of its harder exoskeleton as the protoform began to harden to protect the sparkling as Ratchet put it bluntly to you when you asked him the questions about the change. Ratchet also informed you it wouldn’t be much longer than a human earth year that the small things will begin to look more like an individual and form the first pieces of its outer frame, rather than just be a small lump of grey protoform- this change also comes with the formation of the voice box and the growth of its small t-cog and other vital organs. He also said before long you wouldn’t have to feed the sparkling through a bottle anymore and it will be perfectly capable of consuming and processing regular energon very soon- You can’t say you are looking forward to that change happening in the near future.

Arcee

-When you heard the news that Arcee was sparked with a new creation that was based off of both yours and her genetic makeup, to say you were ecstatic was an understatement, in fact if memory serves you ended up crying (which just upset Arcee as she would start to leak if you started to leak). Jack was at first apprehensive about Arcee being a mother, but seeing how well you both took the news- and the fact you were appointing him as a guardian (God Father) of the child, made him change his mind pretty fast. You would have to ask Arcee later how the bond made her spark, when you two have fooled around quite a lot before she was conceived- it was probably different for Cybertronians than it was for humans.

-You would absolutely fawn over the newborn sparkling after it was born- wrapping it up in nests of blankets and pillows when you would hang out in the main room of the base, holding it gently and reading childhood stories (even though Arcee said it might not understand that stuff right now), and even falling sleep with it at night while Arcee was out late on patrol or taking Jack home for the night. Arcee doesn’t mind so much, all the doting and cuddling you do, because before long the little bitlet will be too big for you to wrap up and hold and cuddle- and honestly she enjoy seeing this maternal side of you, it reminds her of why she let the merge happen in the first place. You were always so warm and kind- even if sometimes you try to hide it and be tough in the face of their war, she prefers this softer side, let her worry about the decepticons- you just worry about you and your new child together.

-Everyone in the base would always roll their eyes, and Ratchet would even get a little miffed and huffy, when you claimed you could hear words in the babbling and cooing of your small child. “That’s not possible the vocal unit hasn’t even developed yet” and “its sweet you think you can hear English words but I doubt the little one can even comprehend language at this point.” You don’t care though, you are proud of your little one for trying to mimic your words and voice even if they can’t do it or don’t understand it- maybe it’s the human genetic factor or something else, but it makes you proud how determined they are to speak and be heard.

Starscream

-He would never admit it out loud, but he was a little nervous about raising the new spark that was inside of him- not that he was incapable, as he was capable of anything! No, it was going to be easy raising a little bitlet, he was nervous about what the little thing would look and act like and sure it was going to be a cybertronian inside and out, hybrids just have some odd quirks he has heard about. Certainly he has seen hybrid Cybertronians before- but never ones with these organic humans. He just really hopes it turns out to be more like him, no offense to you and your personality- but you cannot out beat his looks and personality! They can always use many more Energon Seekers on their side anyway, and he wouldn’t admit it to anyone but you- the one thing that puts his mind at ease and excites him is when he gets to teach the new young life how to fly. It was the one thing that made him feel free when the pressures of life stack against him, and he absolutely couldn’t wait to share that with his little sweet spark.

-You did not have much experience with younger children, but even then how much would your experience with human children help you raise one of Cybertronian decent. Damn, thinking about it, your child is going to be about three stories taller than you- it is going to be an adjustment to say the least. You were excited to help raise this new life with your partner Starscream, and it also helps to have Knockout in your corner too- even if the doc is compiling a list of frame colors that would be compliment a new seeker. From your small understanding, the sparkling will not have an outer frame for a very long time. You were most excited to just hold it in your arms while you have the chance before it grows too big to be held in your much smaller arms- and cuddling with it would be it holding you…Yeah, your experience with human children won’t help in a situation like that.

-Once the young one is born, you feel a need to protect it from all the danger aboard the nemesis- not that you don’t trust some of the other decepticons, but you just don’t trust some of the other decepticons. Of course Knockout is trustworthy, you were just worried about bots like Megatron and Soundwave- certainly they would never do anything to hurt the small life, you just did not want your child to be subjected to bargaining and leverage against yourself or Starscream or even the Autobots. You find that most days you just stay locked in yours and Starscream’s room to avoid confrontation from other bots, and that if they need something from you they can come get you personally- you rarely ever seek them out unless it’s an emergency. You hope you aren’t smothering your new child, but really, how careful can you be aboard a ship full of bots that care about nothing but self-preservation and this ideology of doctorial leadership? At least in the confines of this room there is nothing to worry about, between you and Starscream, this new life is going to be safe and well cared for.

Soundwave

-Merging with Soundwave was enough of an experience to make you feel ecstatic, but the news that it has created a new life was enough to make you almost faint from happiness. To everyone else looking into this situation, they think Soundwave is underwhelmed about the news and remain as stony and hard as ever, but you know him better than that. You can read that he is excited and nervous- excited to rear a child with someone he finds most precious in this world, nervous as to how he is going to keep the child safe and out of the troughs of the war that is being fought around them. He has lost so many mini-cons, so many pieces of him have fallen apart and were destroyed by his bitter enemies and those who just seek his position amongst the Decepticon Ranks- he would not allow the destruction of his beloved and his long awaited sparkling.

-You asked Soundwave so many questions, enough to fill a book, too bad you didn’t notice that he stopped responding to you a very long time ago and just silently listened to you gush about human children and what it’s like to raise one. He finds it endearing that you were this happy about this whole situation, and he felt some of those insecurities he held melt away. He was afraid, for some reason, you might not accept the sparkling because it was going to be a Cybertronian- he can now see his view was flawed. He took you as his mate for a reason, and this was one of the reasons why, you always were proving him wrong- you were clearly superior to those around you. He was glad it was your DNA being merged with his to create something unique, as this sparkling is proof of both yours and his intelligence.

-You loved the little life as soon as it was placed into your arms for the first time, as soon as you were staring into those bright blue alien eyes- that was when you truly thought you knew what love was. You were there when Soundwave would feed the little bitlet, and you were there when its protoform began to harden, and you were there when it had to go through invasive upgrades and uncomfortable medical procedures. It was easy to see how easily accepted your alien child was- just as it was easy to see how accepted you were by both it and Soundwave. He appreciated you always being there, especially when he wasn’t allowed to let his sparkling interfere with his important work for the Decepticon cause. He will work even harder to build that better world for him and his small family.

#Transformers Prime #Long Post #Optimus Prime #Arcee #Starscream #Soundwave #Headcanon #Cute #Sensitive #M!Preg

[queen-scribbles]

Crossing Bridges

Alternate title: Operation Orokeet (which as almost the actual title, until I saw how long it is, and decided it needed a serious title) 

“Remind me again what we’re doing here?” Theron’s boot slipped as he asked and he had to slap a hand down against the rock to keep from falling.

“Resources,” Jaaide called back from a few feet above him, almost spread-eagle between two rocks as she climbed higher still.

“Resources,” Theron echoed under his breath before pitching louder. “Don’t you have better things to do than scrounge for resources, Commander?”

“Yes,” Jaaide said plainly, grinning down at him over her shoulder. The wind picked up, ruffling her hair into a golden halo he found it hard to look away from.

“So this is more running away from Lana and the never-ending, super important to do list?”

“Yes.” It was just as unabashed as the first. “I need a break, Theron. At least from the galaxy altering, life-or-death, commander decisions.”

“That’s fair,” he nodded, scanning for another handhold as she widened the gap between them. “But I do have to wonder what sort of resources you’re expecting to find here. On Balmorra. Next to this lovely toxic lake.”

She laughed, letting go with one hand to tuck her hair behind her ear.  “Abandoned supply caches, mostly. This seems like the type of terrain where the resistance would hide things.” With a last burst of effort and “ha” of triumph, she pulled herself on top of the rocks. She vanished briefly before reappearing and extending a hand toward him. “Come on. I’ll give you a boost.”

Theron chuckled and pushed himself high enough to accept the offered hand. “Thanks.”

Between her pulling and him finding footholds, soon they were both atop the rocks. Which actually turned out to be  edging a rather pretty plateau. There were two nests tucked along the rim that obviously belonged to something big-ish, but otherwise, there were no signs of life.

“You know Lana’s going to give your grief for running off like this,” he felt obligated to point out, even as he enjoyed the view.

“Probably even more for dragging you with me. I’ll cross that bridge when I come to it. Come on, let’s see if we can find anything.” Jaaide pulled a pair of scanners from her pack and handed one to him. “Take your time.”

“Yes ma’am, Commander ma’am,” Theron teased, mock-saluting with his free hand, and she whacked his arm playfully before they set to work. After half an hour of companionable but unfruitful silence, Jaaide finally signaled they could give up. 

“They wouldn’t hide things that well.” she explained.  “We can... probably... go...” Her attention drifted to something behind him, and she was moving even as her sentence trailed off.

“Jaaide?” Theron pivoted on the heel of one boot and followed her path with his eyes. “Oh.”

The half-eaten and bloody carcass of something feathered lay scattered across the rocks on the far side of one nest. Upon closer examination as he trailed after Jaaide, Theron could see two of the three eggs had been smashed to goo. The third was untouched. And Jaaide was in the process of shifting things around in her pack to best cradle the fragile orb.

“Um, Jaaide, do you think that’s a good idea?” He reached her and crouched on the rocky ledge by the nest. “What if it’s something predatory and mean?”

“We can cross that bridge when we get back to the ship,” she said, laughing slightly at his phrasing. “For now, help me get down from here without breaking it.”

That proved to be significantly easier said than done, but they did manage to get all the way back to Jaaide’s ship without breaking the egg. As soon as she’d secured their new cargo and Theron had gotten them through atmosphere and into hyperspace, the two spies flopped down together on one of the bench seats, datapads in hand.

“Ten credits say I find it first,” Theron challenged, shifting slightly so her shoulder wasn’t digging into his arm.

“Deal,” Jaaide retorted, changing position entirely so her spine pressed against his shoulder and her legs dangled off the side of the seat. “Twenty say not only do I find it first, it’s docile rather than mean.”

“Deal,” he agreed, and silence fell over the ship. It only took a minute and twenty three seconds for him to regret their wager.

“Ha!” Jaaide crowed turning around and shoving her datapad in his face. “Read it and weep.”

“Very mature,” he deadpanned as he scanned the screen. “You win. I’ll pay you when we get back to Odessen.”

“Alright. I think I can trust you for that.” Jaaide smirked. “And if I can’t, there are other ways to exact my payment.” She tugged on the collar of his jacket until he was close enough she could kiss him on the cheek, then resumed her former position to continue scanning the compiled information about their unhatched passenger. “Orobirds; orokeets when they’re young. Native to... well, several planets, including Balmorra. Flightless. Stars, they get big.... Oh, Theron, look how cute the babies are.”

Theron sighed, schooling back a wince as he turned to look at the datapad once more being extended in his direction. He knew that tone. “You want to hatch it, don’t you?”

“Little bit, yeah,” Jaaide giggled at the look he gave her. “Alright, rather badly.”

“How would we even do that? The species doesn’t live on Odessen--okay, they are cute--and the Alliance doesn’t exactly have large bird incubators lying around.”

“Oh, we don’t?” she mock-pouted. “What a shock.” 

“No, they didn’t rank highly enough on the equipment priority list,” Theron deadpanned.

Jaaide rolled her eyes. “Well, then, I’ll have to come up with something else, won’t I?”

He smiled and kissed the top of her head. “I’m sure you’ll think of something.”

That bought several minutes of silence as Jaaide thought furiously to come up with an alternate solution. Theron used the time to start checking the reports coming in from Alliance agents  on some of the more far-flung worlds they were monitoring. After about five minutes of deep thought--complete with the hair twirling and lip biting her found entirely too adorable--Jaaide straightened abruptly.

“Tatooine,” she blurted, almost dropping her datapad as she spun around to kneel on the bench seat facing him. “A lot of the buildings in and around the Dune Sea use solar panels for at least part of their power. Some of the older models it gets warm enough underneath to serve as a makeshift incubator. And it shouldn’t take long’ I think the egg is pretty close to hatching.”

Theron leaned his head back and fought the urge to  groan. “First, I feel compelled to lodge the obligatory protest of ‘Ugh Tatooine’. Second, with how big they get, are you sure this is a good idea? Where are we gonna keep this thing once it gets bigger?”

“We’ll cross that bridge when we come to it,” Jaaide said, grinning as she leaned closer to whisper, “Please,” right by his ear in that breathy voice she knew he couldn’t resist.

“I’ll go change course,” Theron sighed, stealing a kiss as he pushed to his feet. “You fight dirty, woman.”

Jaaide winked. “It’s part of my charm.”

Theron rolled his eyes because she was right and headed for the cockpit to punch in Tatooine as their new destination.

                                               <O> <O> <O>

Jaaide’s plan worked like a charm. Unfortunately, the only building they found that still used the old solar panels necessary for it to succeed was a former Czerka base, overrun with Exchange thugs. Which meant sneaking their way in and Theron standing guard while Jaaide sat in the small crawlspace with the egg. Theron could feel the heat against his back even standing a foot or two away.

“You’re going to drink all our water hen you get out of there, aren’t you?” he asked, fingers twitching against his blaster.

“Most likely, yes,” Jaaide confirmed, sounding slightly breathless. “But we’re going right back to the ship after this, so it shouldn’t be a problem.” 

They both fell silent again, hoping that tucked back in a corner they would escape notice. For the most part they were lucky. One burly thug with a vibroblade wandered close enough to get suspicious, and Theron’s attempt to silence him without drawing attention worked, but cost him a shallow, ragged cut across one bicep.

“You alright out there?” Jaaide called not-quite-loudly, having heard the scuffle.

“Just fine,” Theron promised, dragging the thug out of sight. “That egg hatch yet?”

In answer, there was a cracking sound, Jaaide letting out the most adorable coo of excitement ever heard from a human being, and a second coo that was definitely not human. A few seconds later, Jaaide emerged from the crawlspace, hair sticking to her face and neck, cheeks flush from the heat, and cradling a slightly slimy green-feathered orokeet in one arm.

“That thing’s gonna take one look at you and think you’re its mom,” Theron pointed out, amused, as he hauled her to her feet, playfully tugging her sleeve.

“And that’s fine with me,” Jaaide retorted, raking her bangs back from her face. “Let’s go.”

She was so focused on the freshly-hatched orokeet she didn’t even notice his arm until they had made it to the hanger, a level of distraction Theron felt obligated to needle her about as they made their way up the ramp to the ship. She just smiled and pointed him toward the medbay as she headed for the cargo hold to settle her new pet somewhere comfortable. By the time she joined him, Theron had pulled off his jacket and was glaring at the hole in the sleeve.

“Good to see your priorities are in order,” she teased, reaching for the case of bacta patches. 

“This is nothing,” Theron said grouchily, nodding toward the gash in his arm. “I’ve had way worse, and I know you’re a damn good patcher-upper.”

“The word you’re looking for is medic, darling, and you’ve given me ample opportunity to practice.”

“You were plenty good when we first met,” he contradicted. “My point is, I know I’ll be fine.”

“Much as I appreciate your faith in me, I’m sure there’s someone on Odessen who knows how to sew,” Jaaide said fondly, cleaning the blood off his arm and peeling open a bacta patch. “In the meantime, however, I somewhat enjoy you in just a tank top...”

Theron chuckled, holding still long enough for her to apply the patch before pulling her closer and settling his arms around her waist. “Only somewhat, huh? I must be slipping.”

“Allow me to rephrase,” she murmured, resting her hands on his shoulders and leaning in closer still. “I very much enjoy it.”

“That’s more like it,” he teased in an undertone and Jaaide was smirking as her fingers dug in to his shirt and pulled him the final inch into a kiss. “Mm... Good to see our sacrifice wasn’t in vain,” he ribbed, freeing one arm to poke two fingers out through the hole and wiggle them.

Jaaide giggled, forehead still resting against his. “Yes, Keke and I appreciate your valiant guardianship and sacrifice.”

“Keke?” Theron drawled. “As in orokeet?”

“I’m good with plans, not names,” she laughed defensively, flashing a sheepish smile. “I fear for my future children.”

It took a second, but both of them froze when her words sank in. Breath catching sharply in the same moment, Jaaide’s hands flexed against Theron’s chest and his tightened briefly around her waist.

Finally she managed to mumble, “Theron, I-”

“Shh.” He stole a quick kiss. “I know what you meant. And while kids is a discussion I’m open to having once things are more... settled, that’s quite a ways down the road. We’ll-”

“Cross that bridge when we come to it,” Jaaide finished with him, smiling softly. “Deal. For now, we can stick to raising a bird not known for its intelligence and see how that goes.”

Theron chuckled as he nodded. “Deal. And you’re doing a good job with the Alliance, so this should be a piece of cake.”

Jaaide laughed. “Famous last words, darling.”

Theron shrugged--”We’ll see”--and pulled her in for another kiss.

#queens fic #otp: straight up truth #jaaide arien #theron shan #swtor #swtor fic #i think jaaide's trying to tell me something with all this fluff guys #that something is i ignored her for too long

[secretshinigami]

Masterlist of Light’s Birthday Prompts

A compiled list of everyone’s prompts from the exchange – thank you for letting us post them, and we hope you guys enjoy them! Prompts are organized by their submitter, so be sure to give credit if you use it!

rainbowraven32

Mello and Light doing something together (friends or boyfriends)

Misa trying to plan Light a party

L and Misa bonding over baking a cake

Light having “fun” at a child-like party

Misa and L shopping for presents

Light and Sayu having cake together

thequietonesarethedarkestones

Mello x Matt ice staking fluff

A day in the life of L

L or Naomi visiting Beyond in the hospital after he’s burned

1. L playing piano

L angst (Looking sad, crying, etc)

Naomi and Beyond solving the LABB case

Zenthisoror

Light is infected by a virus that broadcasts all of his thoughts painfully loudly - all of them, even the incoherent half-formed ones, the images, like the Noise virus in The Knife of Never Letting Go and isolates himself

L and Light with the Snow Queen story, Light has the eye mirror shard and L the heart mirror shard, or vice versa

L and Light wake up in a white room with no memory of who they are or how they got there. In the white room are glass cabinets, containing artifact evidence from a case (the Death Note case), which a disguised voice informs them, on the intercoms, that they were both involved with. They need to work together to work out what was the crime, who were the culprits, who they are and their own roles. (It’s the afterlife and a strange sort of judgement, but they don’t know it)

carley-carley-carley

Near sickfic

Hoilday season with the SPK

Near finds a kitten, keeps it

Near looking snug in his socks

Near realizes that he’s taller than Misa Amane, feels rather smug about it

Somewhat concerned Near as he runs from the SPK building during the riot

caked-in-cake

(fluff) Lawlight - AU where Light never found the Death Note and goes on to work for L, and accompanies a disguised L to a city on a case, where they bond and eventually kiss

(fluff) AU where L is the one with the Death Note and Light is a curious and bright young employee of his who has been suspicious of him and looking into his activities for a while. L kisses him to stop him from discovering something that would be instrumental to his downfall. 3.  

make a bet that whoever loses the case has to take the other out to dinner (author has freedom to decide who wins and who loses and can be platonic!!)

Light chained to a chair with his Death Note and a spectral/ghost L behind him and the quote “my forever antagonist”

L and Light facing each other over a spinning globe of the world with a quote from the first Death Note OP (The World by Nightmare)

L and Light having tea and cake in a cafe. Sakura blossoms outside the window (hope these aren’t too hard)

niatsuki

Folklore AU featuring Light, Near, and Mello

Near and Light discuss Kantian ethics

Explore a canon divergence scenario in which Mikami survives and Light doesn’t

Near and Light kiss

Light falling asleep at his desk

Mikami and Light in uniform

nocturneproductions

Every time Light used the death note, a flower grew on his body.

Sociopath!Light AU.

Light is put into a coma instead of dying after Matsuda shot him, in his dream world the world is perfect, Soichiro and L are alive, and he never wants to wake up. =)

Light and Near!

Light when he was smol

Light and Kira enjoying their birthdays! (Yes I know it’s not canon don’t judge me.)

casuistor

Light and Sayu doing cute sibling things in a no-Kira AU.

Light and Yamamoto talking about life after high school and the future. Gen or shippy is fine by me.

AU where Soichiro actually dies from the heart attack he had in the first arc and Light is accused of murdering his dad.

Light as a maiko geisha

MikaLight where Light has his head on Mikami’s lap while reading a book.

Light giving Sayu a piggyback ride.

in-the-drowning-deep

Light/Mikami au where Light is older (mid-20s) when he gets the Note and has already met Mikami

Sayu-centric post-canon fic with her either healing or becoming a kick ass detective (or both)

Light & Near interaction in a non-Kira au where Light sets himself up as a rival detective to L and Near succeeds L

The Yagami family being together and happy

Light & Mikami having an impassioned discussion

Light in handcuffs, for whatever reason the artist likes

annoyingpandauniverse

A childhood memory with B and A

Misa and Light

Matt and Mello

L and B

Light meeting Mello

Matt and Near

Light meeting B

tzigi

L gets first suspicions about a string of heart attacks which may be a new murder case for him.

Light’s first day at To-Oh after L’s death

Light’s first day of work at the NPA

Near tries to pick up L’s investigation

Why did Near go back to L’s original font for the “L” logo between chapter 108 and the C-Kira oneshot?

A non-Lawlight rendering of the first evening of Light being chained to L after everyone else has already gone to sleep (preferably in keeping with the One Day one-shot)

Light begging Ryuk for his life

Light’s funeral

veeraha

Light/L any AU where there’s no death note but Light ends up being a serial killer anyway

Mikami/Light university AU

Light and B or Light and Takada, ship/Gen AU where both commit murders together as partners. Okay to include NSFW /Violence/Angst.

Light, B and L in suits

Ladies of death note in dresses

Wammy boys - mello, near, Matt Maid Cafe AU

yagami-raito-kun

Noelverse AU where Light and Mello both survived the end of Death Note and have adjoining cells in Near’s basement

Light and Sayu doing sibling-ish activities

The Wammy’s children are going on an outing. Roger Ruvie tries to persuade Near to put on socially acceptable clothes.

Near with a pet dog practically bigger than he is

anything inspired by Noelverse or This Is How I Disappear

theboredbookworm

I’ve been dancing with devil, I love that he pretends to care.

L finds a death note instead of Light

Day in the life of a Shinigami

Naomi in the afterlife

Girls’ night out

Light as a punk and the subsequent reaction of everyone around him

mklt

kira task force celebrates light’s bday

mikami/light , walking home together

halle+mello+matt living together

mikami/light, bday

spk family (near is their favorite son)

acerbicapplecoffee

post-canon Aizawa/Ide (any kind, although something domestic would be nice)

Light’s psychological condition during the first days of using Death Note /

Matsuda/anybody from Task Force, a love affair captured with notes and messages

Yagami family celebrating Light’s 10th birthday

The entire Task Force team during their ordinary working day

Mogi by way of yakuza!AU

smileycube

Light’s family and/or the three other Kiras hold a surprise birthday party for Light.

Light’s relationships with his family and the Kiras, and his thoughts about them as people.

Light meets Mikami in-person for the first time.

Light’s childhood. 

(Bonus points if Mikalight is added into the first three prompts)

Light receives presents from the three other Kiras.

Light receives a birthday present he’s not very fond of.

Light sitting or standing with Mikami at his feet and possibly clinging to his legs.

Light hugs Mikami.

mikami

Mikami and Light celebrate Light’s Birthday (ship very welcome), 

Mikami and Light meet in first grade of elementary school

Naomi joins the task force, introductory interactions ensue (no ship!!)

Mikami as a child, being excited about something (Super Sentai? Schoolwork? He’s a nerd.)

High school MikaLight with both of them wearing the uniform of Light’s high school

Mikami and Light meet as policeman and prosecutor on a case (if it looks shippy? Good.)

Honestly MikaLight wild card??

izaori

Mello and Light meeting at the Yellow Box rather than Near

Misa Misa getting ready for a performance/doing a performance

Matsuda and L gossiping about celebrities

Mello and Light clothing swap

Near with glasses and a bowtie

Light and Mikami having tea

all-my-lovely-fics

Breakfast Club AU with the Kiras

Soichiro asking for advice to Watari about how to deal with a genius son ( Watari is like… hm… sir… I’m not sure I’m the best person for it… mmm ), and these two bonding

The Wammy’s kids making a play about Kira VS L fight ( they may or may not change some things, it may or may not happen in an alternate universe ! )

Misa, Mikami and Takada making a surprise-party for Light

Smoll Sayu and Light being a responsible big brother because the world needs more of it

Just something happy, it’s up to you.

@just-smol

Uh anything with platonic lawlight would be fine

Lawlight going on a platonic date in handcuffs, L accidentally poisoned one of their cups and the way the date is going Light hope that it’s his :)))

Light was so fed up with being in the hq 24/7 and litterally BEGS anyone to take him out, in a dating way or in an assassinating way HE DOESNT GIVE A FUCK ANYMORE JUST TAKE HIM.

L reciting a poem for light: roses are black. Violets are black. Why dont you confess back. That youre kira you biatch. End with a badum tsk and light crying in the bg

@voldy-in-my-turban

A fluffy story of child!A and child!B during one of their hilarious adventures at Wammy’s.

Rather go for angst? Okay then, I want Matt and Mello’s last ‘goodbye’ before they go out to kidnap Takada and eventually die (sobs).

Oh, but you’re looking for the smut! Then a really hardcore, NSFW Lawlight one shot. You can choose whatever context you like, as long as you make it lewd af. [Note: except for no.3, the other two request don’t have to be necessarily romantic/sexual]

L and Light cuddling in bed, the chains cast aside bc come on, those two dorks don’t need the cuffs to cuddle all the same ;).

Some really edgy emo Misa standing at the top of a building in the night, with storm and lightning and shit going on. You may add Shinigami wings, but maybe that’s to much so I leave it up to you :).

Wammy boys (yes, including L and B) cosplaying their favorite anime characters. I personally see Matt as Noiz and Mello as Yurio Plisetsky, but again, you can do as you like. Surprise me!

theredtint

Kira x BB(murderer buddies possibly, preferably as a pairing)

angsty Light in afterlife looking back at his work crumble

B and A doing cute stuff in wammy’s and wrecking havoc

Kira x BB, shippy stuff

Beyond as a shinigami

B and A halloween night(not really a ship since they are tiny)

almostsane-things

The forgotten characters corner (minor characters venting or responding to the events of canon)

BB is actually working the Kira case under the guise of L

Explore the history of the Shinigami. What are they? How did they come to be? What was their original purpose?

Any DN characters as Hamilton characters (You can pick from these or make your own: Light- Hamilton, L- Burr, Matsuda- Laurens, Misa- Lafayette, Soichiro- Mulligan)

A gathering of Shingami

DN characters having fun at a convention

DN as an Undertale style video game

pashmina-dhaage

Sherlock AU where either L or Light could be Moriarty or Sherlock, I don’t mind who, but I prefer them to be the center of the story

An interaction between smol!Light who is fascinated by this 18 year old guy (L) who his father calls a detective - the conversation or interaction could be anything, I just want to see how their characters would work out in this AU context

 Old!L (like sixty years or something) living with his partner/husband Light in a happy aftermath (as happy as they can get) scenario, this can include a lot of other Death Note characters too, just a glimpse into their life

 smol!L (as in, L as a kid) in the orphanage

L dressed as Sherlock Holmes (imagine smol!L trying to dress up as his favorite detective but that is up to you, it can be adult or smol!L)

Light in a tux looking evil lol

silvia-aivlis

Show me the diary/blog that Light writes or would have written? Either canon or AU is fine. :) 

A canon-divergent AU in which L and Light die on the same day. Include the quote: “The last enemy that shall be destroyed is death.”

Mello and Near wake up and find themselves in each other’s body. Humour.

Annoyed 14-year-old mathematics tutor L and annoyed 7-year-old student Light

Ryuk directing the Death Note Choir

Mikami as the White Rabbit in Alice in Wonderland

lawlietislaw

L is dead. Wammy’s is under attack by Kira. Men with guns have taken Roger and they’re locking down the perimeters. 13 year-old Matt has only minutes to escape, and all he has on him are: a PSP, matches, gum, Near’s legos, and BB gun. There might be friends or more supplies back at their tree-house-more-like-fort if he can make it. Will the kids be able to fight back Home Alone style?

The day L publicly challenged Kira on television, B breaks out of prison. Through hacking, spying, and detective work, B has discovered that the prime suspect is Light Yagami and Kira needs a name and face to kill. B breaks into Light’s room at the dead of night. This is the chance for revenge he’s been waiting for. 

A normal afternoon of errands ends in disaster when felons have kidnapped Soichiro, Light, and other civilians as hostages. Will father and son be able to stop their crime spree and free the prisoners?

Nobody has a worse first day of medical school than Light Yagami. Imagine moving in to find that your roommate is an insufferable, sloppy insomniac who calls himself 'L’. What’s more concerning is L apparently has Type II diabetes, but there’s always doughnuts in the closet, and licorice on the bed. Shouldn’t future Dr. Yagami do something about this?

Sayu as the older sibling, Light as younger, where Sayu embarrasses Light by bragging about him to her friends. Fluffs

inspired off the song Lone Digger by Caravan Palace (warning for NSFW music video)

redesign Wammy kids (L, Watari, B, Mello, Near, or Matt, however many you want) in cyberpunk outfits or Victorian outfits  

abbadon-abandon

Fluff with Light spending time with his dad

Something Matsulight :)

 AU where L adopts Light somehow

Light in some sort of frilly, pretty dress

Matsulight cuddles

Someone giving Light a piggyback ride

complicatedmerary

Light won, but Mikami is alive and he already renounced him as his God. Bonus points if it’s really angsty.

Takada is dating both Light and Mikami without them knowing and it ends badly for all three of them, plot twist optional.

A look into Wedy and Aiber’s life before they worked for L.

L and Light dressed in Misa’s flashy outfits, with a grinning Misa proud of her manipulation.

Halle, Naomi, and Wedy as a kickass female group who fight crime, think Charlie’s Angels.

Light and Takada in royal clothing (bonus points for historical detail).

@pensulliwen

Misa visits Light’s grave

Misa reflects on Rem after her death

Misa finds the notebook for the first time, AU or canon compliant

Misa visits Light’s grave

Rem and Misa flying together

Misa holding the Notebook for the first time and staring at it

weneedtotalkaboutdeathnote

Something Near/Light. Does not have to be shipping (can be if you like though) but I do love any interaction between these two.

Light alone with his thoughts (possibly while he id being detained by L), obsessively going over his plans and growing ever slightly anxious and doubtful.

AU in which Light still owns the Death Note but never used it and takes a personal interest in hunting down Kira (Misa) once mass murders start.

Something Near/Light. Does not have to be shipping (can be if you like though) but I do love any interaction between these two.

Light celebrating his Birthday with his family (and possibly Ryuk heh)

Light alone, writing in his death note looking relaxed.

dank-cheese-burrito

young!L meets young!Light

L and Beyond = brothers

LightxL fluff

young!L

Beyond Birthday

any shinigami

jeevas-exe

An AU where Misa is Mello’s younger sister, but when Mello leaves, she doesn’t know how to cope.

A bittersweet mattxmello piece where Mello feels very guilty about the things he did, because of his faith. Matt tries to help him through this guilt. Catholic!Mello, if you will.

A coffee shop AU where Beyond Birthday is the barista and Naomi, who’s an FBI agent, comes running in after trying to chase down a suspect. She starts coming in more frequently due to certain events, and it’s eventual naomixb

Detailed profile of Matt

A depiction of Kira and Light as separate entities

Misa in high fashion (any Valentino dress!)

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