#please stop blowing holes in each others ships

[better-call-mau1]

Congratulations! You’re being smothered with a completely random headcanon about Mandalorian marriage customs rescued! Please do not resist.

The Rite of Riduurok Akaanir, aka “Lover’s Quarrel”

Alright…so I gotta be honest and say that even though I can’t remember how exactly this headcanon came to me, I’ve been carrying it around for years, ever since first watching Rebels and shipping Sabezra 😅 …and at this point, I feel like it’s burning a hole in my head, trying desperately to get out, so I’m gonna save myself the expense of reconstructive cranial surgery and just share it:

Mandalorians like to fight. Actually, they don’t just like to fight, “weapons are a part of [their] religion,” or at least their culture—and for many, their entire lives are built around that. In the case of the Children of the Watch, strict adherence to a No-Living-Being-Can-See-You-With-Your-Helmet-Off orthodoxy even gets in the way of basic interpersonal behavior, like eating a meal together. The implications of that are…interesting…and not in a “wow that’s cool!” way…more like a “kark, that’s depressing” way.

Basically, I started to wonder how the “BAM! BOOM! BAM! BOOM! BLOW STUFF UP AND KILL THOSE FORCE-WIELDING MANIACS!” portion of Mandalorian culture (so…most of it?) intersects with intrinsic parts of human…wait, nope, sorry Grogu sentient life—namely romantic intimacy. (Paz Vizsla has, presumably, not taken his helmet off in decades…and he has a son who’s probably 12ish years old, tops…so do you think he ever stares at his kid and tries parsing out his own features to get an idea of what his wife looks like?) It’s an extreme example from an extreme sect, but there’s application to Mandalorian society as a whole. Where does love fit into a worldview or galaxy-view, I guess where conflict is a core tenet? When do individuals stop existing as warriors and start existing as people? Do they ever?

Anyway, the point is that on its face, the cultural dogma doesn’t seem to leave much room for authentic social and romantic intimacy, especially the latter since, ya know, the beskar has to come off both literally and figuratively in order to procreate. It’s difficult for me to see how the necessity of physical and emotional vulnerability can coexist with the rest of Mando culture—so let’s just leave it at that.

But for a civilization to survive as long as Mandalore has without totally disintegrating, those intimate relationships have to exist, and there’s plain evidence that they do. For all their problems, the Wren family clearly loves each other, and we even get a glimpse of some soft Alrich/Ursa PDA in “Heroes of Mandalore.” Then there’s Bo-Katan, who still cares deeply for her sister despite…well…joining a terrorist faction to help overthrow her. That says something, right?

Wrapping my mind around how authentic love can exist in a fictional warrior society really got me thinking—so much so that I headcanoned a ritual (Riduurok Akaanir, “Lover’s Quarrel”) to help myself work it all out.

The general idea? On Mandalorian wedding nights, the bride and groom have a private duel. A duel to the death? Maybe if it’s an arranged marriage and one party really wants out and I’m gonna speculate that Bo-Katan widowed herself at least four times before running off to join Death Watch.

More commonly, though, it’s just a playful act to embody love transcending conflict. Alrich Wren, for example, isn’t a traditional warrior, but Ursa didn’t assert her superior combat prowess on their wedding night by firing a wrist rocket at his face something Bo-Katan probably did to a few of the short-lived husbands Satine picked out for her. (“Parry this, you kriffing casual.”) Instead, I’d like to think Alrich and Ursa went through the basic motions of a hand-to-hand duel, not necessarily to prove who’s the better warrior, but as an intimate prelude to the actual consummation of their marriage—almost like a mutually disarming dance. (Could it be light-heartedly competitive? Sure! As the first Mando to perform the Riduurok Akaanir with a Jedi, Sabine would go all-out to make sure she doesn’t lose to Ezra! 😆) When the dance-duel ends, they set aside their warrior identities to become something more: husband and wife. It’s like a way of saying, “As Mandalorians, what we do is fight, but we’re more than mere weapons. We fight so we can love. We wear armor to protect ourselves, our homes, and our families. It’s an important part of who we are, but we’re ultimately made of flesh and blood, not cold beskar.”

So that’s the point of Riduurok Akaanir, a term I came up with using this nifty English to Mando’a online translator (before I just called it “Wedding Night Fight” in my head). It’s not supposed to be a blanket explanation—but intimacy and vulnerability don’t have clear utility in a warrior culture, and this is my best attempt at bridging that perceived gap.

If you made it down this far without dozing off, enjoy this Sabezra incorrect quote! 😁

Fenn Rau: I trust that Sabine briefed you on Mandalorian wedding customs?

Ezra: Yep! I know exactly how not to get myself killed before officially becoming a married man.

Rau: The trick is not getting yourself killed *after* becoming a married man. Did she explain what happens on the wedding night?

Ezra: Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh...

Rau:

Ezra:...yeahthatsnotreallysomethingIneedorwantSabinetoexplaintomeandKanankindofgavemethelowdownbackduringmyJeditrainingdayssoIthinkIknowwhattodobutthanksanyway.

Rau: Kanan taught you about the Mandalorian ‘lover’s quarrel,’ then? His instruction was even more thorough that I imagined. Or maybe he always knew you and Sabine would end up together.

Ezra: Sorry, did you say...?

Rau: The Rite of Riduurok Akaanir is usually non-fatal. Sabine seems to be genuinely fond of you, so I’m sure you’ll survive to see the sunrise.

Ezra:

Ezra:

Ezra: Oh kriff.

#the mandalorian #bo katan kryze #sabine wren #ezra bridger #sabezra #ursa wren #alrich wren #ursa x alrich #fenn rau #star wars rebels #mandalorian culture #Attorney Maul’s Headcanons #Lover’s Quarrel Rite

[im-the-punk-who]

listen i get everyone has their readings of things but Black Sails literally told us everything that we watched happen for four seasons is told through the eyes of an island full of unreliable narrators out for their personal gain and viewing the events that transpire through their own personal narrative lens so literally! everyone’s! reading! is! valid!! 

that’s part of what is so beautiful about the show imo - they literally went YOU’RE RIGHT! YOU’RE ALSO RIGHT!! THAT GUY OVER THERE SAYING ‘FRUIT. FRUIT.’? HE’S RIGHT! EVERYBODY GETS TO BE RIGHT!

#just this once everybody is right #LITERALLY EVERYONE #i am not taking criticism on this point everyone in black sails is an unreliable narrator #which means that literally everyone is wrong at some point WHICH MEANS #EVERYONE IS ALSO RIGHT #this is the only take i will shoot on shipping wars tbh #black sails discourse #personal post #listen i do not like silverflint and i will never like silverflint but ALSO BLACK SAILS SAID I WILL NOT HOLD PIRATES PRISONER ON THIS SHIP #NOT AFTER TODAY #idk im a traumatized baby with a lot of feelings what are you gonna do about it #shipping wars #i guess?? #please stop blowing holes in each others ships #we have no chance agains tthe urca without each other and you can quote james flint on that #OR DONT BECAUSE HE DOESNT KNOW WHAT THE FUCK HES TALKING ABOUT #UP TO YOU MY DUDES AND DUDETTES AND GENDER VARIANT OUTLAWS!!

[omgreally]

I’ve been reading mandos intergalactic taxi service and UGH✨💕 the pining and fluff with the intimacy smut is just chefs kiss your writing style is amazing🤌🏽✨ I’ve been in such a Din mood lately, could your write like a confession drabble where the reader and din are pining for each other and din is dropping hints but the reader is like really not a hint taker lol pretty please with a cherry on top 😭💕 smut or fluff your choice I know you’d write it so well!!

BLESS YOUR HEART @liltangerineart and thank you! Next chapter of Taxi Service should be up tomorrow I hope!

In the meantime I hope you like this? Not a confession as such and more, uh, top!Mando than I intended, but he is bad at dropping hints. I like to think he would be very...straightforward 😎

Din Djarin/F!Reader - E - 1624 words - Oblivious!Reader, Infatuated!Din, frustrated yearning, angst and, of course, smut.

It's getting ridiculous.

He is a Mandalorian, one of the most fabled, the most feared warriors in the galaxy. Rumour and danger follow him as he charts a path through the galaxy that blazes bright, leaving behind myth and legend - people whispering things like 'I heard he killed a whole troop with his hands tied' and 'I heard he was eight feet tall, made of steel'.

He is a Mandalorian, who has never had to rely on anybody but himself - and yet here he is, sweating beneath his cowl whenever you brush too close, trying too hard to inhale the scent of you through his helmet's filters, memorizing the sound of your laugh.

It's like he's a foundling again - uncertain, insecure, nervous. And they’re not butterflies in the pit of his stomach - they’re bullets from an ancient slugthrower weapon, and he can taste metal at the back of his tongue whenever he tries to talk to you.

“Do you have someone, back home?” A clumsy overture, as obvious as it is stupid; Din winces beneath the helm but you don’t seem to notice - you just shake your head and shrug.

“No. Just me. I wouldn’t have left otherwise.” Loyal, he thinks, and the bullets in his stomach sting just that little bit harder.

He tries asking you more about yourself. How you became a bounty hunter. How many weapons you’ve handled. The different kinds of ships you’ve flown. Places you’ve been. But you never give up anything truly personal about yourself - you’re a cypher.

Maybe that’s why the Mandalorian finds himself strangely drawn to you.

He doesn’t know how to navigate this - not really. He has no experience with this kind of thing. It’s always been about the next quarry, the next job, and then it was about the kid, and now…

And now he’s stuck.

He wants to hit something, break something, feel the impact of his fists against flesh and bone. He settles for balling them up whenever you’re around, biting his tongue, and waiting til later to jerk himself off in pathetic, clench-jawed silence in the refresher.

“You slept late,” you point out the next morning as he emerges, stiff in more than one way, from his bunk.

“Couldn’t sleep last night,” he says, and he’s so tired, so frustrated that he adds, gruffly: “Bed was too empty.”

“Probably need more pillows,” you muse as you wander off to the kitchenette. “Cup of caf?”

“Extra strong,” he grunts as he leans a shoulder to the wall, and you’re oblivious to his glower.

“Coming right up.” A minute later, you press a mug into his hand. “I’ll leave you to it. No need to go hide, I’ll go find a bulkhead to look at while you take your helmet off.”

You grin at him, and he stares at you. You’re just about to turn away when he reaches up, and you go still, your smile slackening in shock as he thumbs the release latch under his chin.

The helm’s pneumatic seal hisses as it lifts, just enough so he can get the rim of his mug up and to his lips. He takes a long, slow pull, and while his vision is eclipsed by the rim of the helmet at the moment, he knows you haven’t left.

As he expects, you’re still there - staring at him as he lowers his helm back into place. Your mouth is even slightly open - lips parted - and he watches the dart of your tongue as you wet them before swallowing hard.

“I’m just...I’m just gonna,” you say, abortingly, and start to back away. You jump as your shoulder hits the hatchway. Din watches as you turn, hesitate, then hurry away, your shoulders squared defensively as if you can feel the force of his gaze on your back.

Alone, the taste of caf hot and bitter on his tongue, Din Djarin grins.

After that, he starts to notice. He starts to notice how tense you are when he’s close.

At first he’s not sure - but then, once, he deliberately brushes your waist as he moves past you in the cockpit to take the pilot’s seat, and you’re still standing there, frozen, when he glances back at you. You brush it off, but it happens again when you bump into him coming out of the fresher. When he reaches over your head in the kitchenette to fetch a ration bar from a compartment. When you lean over his shoulder to point out the coordinates to a refueling station. When he catches you yawning, falling asleep in the passenger’s seat.

“I’m going to hit my bunk,” you say, rising to your feet, your arms stretched above your head. Din turns slowly, and he catches the glimpse of a sliver of flesh as your shirt rides up. The words escape him before he’s even conscious of their existence.

“Want some company?”

Dank farrik, he’s been dropping hints and touches for ages - and he knows you’re affected by his presence, he’s sure of it now. They might be closer to butterflies for you, but his bullets are bouncing around in his gut right now.

“What?” you ask, half-laughing - as if it’s all some grand joke. “You gotta stop with the innuendo, Mando. I might get the wrong idea.”

“And if it’s not innuendo?” He’s flicked the ship to auto-pilot - on his feet - looming towards you. You’re caught in the hatchway, unable to step backwards to fall down the ladder, unwilling to turn your back. "If you've got the right idea?"

“What?” you repeat - licking your lips again. Your eyes are flicking back and forth from his visor to his hands. It’s almost like you're expecting a fight.

“I want to fuck you.”

The words are matter-of-fact but delivered in a low baritone, a gravelly rasp that lifts the hairs on the back of your neck. You stop breathing for a second - he can see it - and your leg twitches, just half a step backward - but then you swing it forward again, swaying towards him. Like he has you in his gravitational pull.

It’s all Din needs. He closes the distance between you, his gloved hands closing around your biceps, the leather worn and warm through your shirt.

He says your name, once, in a digital growl that curls your toes in your boots. And then it’s like an explosion - it all happens so quickly; there are hands and clothes everywhere and then on the deck, and in the aftermath you are in the Mandalorian’s arms, naked, your legs around his waist as he presses you up against the bulkhead.

His chestplate hits the deck - his flak jacket lifted above his head when you let him stop touching you long enough. You barely have time to appreciate the feel of his naked hands on your skin, cupping your breasts in his broad, smooth palms, thumbing your nipples all-too-briefly before he’s sliding down the zipper of his flight suit and baring a V of muscled flesh all the way to his groin.

“Mando,” you gasp as he frees his cock, as he maneuvers the throbbing, purpled head to drag through your slit. He finds you open and wet, lips parted for him, and he groans as he nudges against your fluttering hole. He doesn't hesitate.

He pushes in slow, for he’s a lot to take, thick and hard and the stretch is almost too much. You whine, your voice high and tight in your throat, and he soothes you with soft little noises and praise that makes you feel light-headed.

“Shhh, that’s it,” “You’re so fucking tight-” “Made to take my cock, mesh’la" and other words you don’t recognize. Eventually, he’s all the way inside you, his pelvis flush to yours, the scratch of hair at his pubic bone pressing into your mound.

You pant in his arms, eyes squeezed shut, a thin resin of sweat risen on your brow. “Move,” you order through clenched teeth, and finally you open your eyes to meet his visor and demand, “Fuck me, Mando.”

And he does - withdrawing his hips from the welcoming cradle of yours, his cock dragging back through you, and you can feel every ridge and vein before he’s spearing back in, jarring your back against the bulkhead. It’s a shock right through your system, and you can feel adrenaline flooding your veins, your blood pumping faster like you’re fighting for your life. You might as well be, for he does it again, and again, and soon he’s setting a punishing pace that hits against something soft and devastating deep inside you.

Your orgasm hits you like a blow you fail to dodge - winding you, knocking the air from your lungs - and for a moment all that matters is the blinding flash of pleasure through your nerves, the rolling wave that makes your cunt flutter in rippling spasms around the pulsing rod of his cock. He pins your hips with another vicious rut of his hips and then he’s coming, too, releasing into the impossible grip of your body, groaning with every spurt of spend he fills you with.

“Fuck,” Din summarizes, once you both can catch your breath - once your legs start to loosen, jelly-weak as he pulls out gently, lowering your feet back to the ground. He’s suddenly nervous - worried he’s fucked this up, done the wrong thing, lost patience and paid for it with your scorn.

But your smile is brilliant as you beam up at him - your face radiant - flushed and sweaty. You are beautiful.

“Next time, don't waste time dropping hints,” you tell him, and then you reassure him with a laugh, and the wonderful feeling of your arms around his neck.

For a while, he just holds you close. And for a while, the bullets in his stomach are gone.

#806 followers celebration #din djarin/f!reader #din djarin/you #din djarin smut #mandalorian smut #the mandalorian fanfic #mando/you #mando/reader #din djarin x reader #din djarin x female reader #din djarin x you #mando x you #mando x reader #mando smut

[clarissalance]

Who has the upper hand?

Pairing: Kaeya x G/N!Reader, mention of Varka and Diluc.

Warning: Slight swearing, Kaeya is a lil shit, reader being stubborn and scheming, immense tension

Summary: You’re so terrible at swordsmanship that you can’t withstand 2 strikes from Kaeya or, are you? 

Word count: 3k5

Disclaimer: What is written in here is based on my imagination, nothing from this fic should be taken seriously. Most of the fact I put in this fic does not follow the lore of the game so it should only be taken as a grain of salt. For example: section 8 in Knight of Favonius codebook.

A/N: I struggle so much when I wrote this piece. This was suppose to be angstier but I tone down a little bit (because Kaeya was very OOC in my draft, I think he’s still a bit OOC in this fic but I tried my best ;-;, pls don’t bite me.) 

How did author write a 50k+ oneshot? I can’t write something more than 5k properly ;-; Anyhow, please enjoy this fic. I’m going to have a good rest for 2 weeks before release a comeback. Please shower Kaeya and our new MC with a lot of loves!!!! 

As a strategist of the knight of Favonius, you don't usually have enough time to finish the towers of reports, the never-ending meetings and dealing with cheap tricks Fatui diplomats. Often, you have to skip your daily sword training session, which results in a rather miserable situation. The whole practice ground is staring holes at your defeated posture. You are sitting on the hard soil ground, and the Calvary captain is towering you, his sharp blade just a few inches away from your throat. 

It is not a strange scene for any knights to lose a spar against the Calvary captain, he should be one with the best swordsmanship after Grand Master, and maybe Acting-Grand Master, too. However, as knight, they can usually withstand him at least more than 2 blows. 

Whispers and talks start to circulate around as soon as you stepped your foot in the training ground. It’s very uncommon to see people from that department wandering around this area. The strategy department is famous inside the Knight of Favonius to be the weakling-cunning-mouthy-jerks, who always find excuses after excuses to skip the monthly knight evaluation. 

So, who gives them the right to be exempt from the test? Of course, it’s from the ultimate high chief of strategy department. Rumours say before the strategy chief works for the Favonius knight, the man was once a legendary attorney. That person can flip words from black to white, turns the defendant from guilty to innocent.  With a profound convincing skillset coming from the chief, persuading the Grand Master Varka is easy as a piece of cake. The whole department of 10 people is easily off-hook for 3 years, never participate in the monthly evaluation before the man suddenly dropped the bomb 2 days ago.  

“ I’m tired from coming with excuses to cover for your lazy asses.” The man waved his hand, his eyes staring outside the window. His nails scratching the messy shaved chin.“ Varka seems to get used to navigating my thoughts-”

“Maybe time is wearing away your skill-” At the corner, someone accidentally blurted out, and the whole table gave him a sharp look. Did he have a death wish or something? If so, everyone here can happily dig him a hole, free charge for the coffin.

The chief cleared his voice again, blue eyes melancholy drifted to the table. “So, you guys have tried your best on this monthly evaluation. I hope to see you all again next month.” 

The meeting was dismissed afterwards, and everything spiralled into chaos. The whole department hasn’t touched anything aside from the parchment papers and the quills in the last 3 years. How are they going to master the swordman-ship in 2 weeks? 

But, the worst thing is,

Your well-respected, talented, and tactful chief has run away. 

The next morning, you received the news that a foxy old man is on a business trip to Fontaine with the Grand Master. The expedition is 2 weeks long.

You should have known what he meant when the deceitful man ambiguously ended his sentence like that. Nothing goes well when the chief said:  ‘Farewell, my comrades’. 

 For the last 2 days, you have been starting to familiarize yourself again with how to hold a sword and how to swing the sword. 

As you trail along with the long-forgotten memories, trying to look through the familiar feeling when swinging the sword, you hear footsteps coming in your direction. It is familiar, with the way the person is walking, the beat, the sudden burst of noise in the air, you can only conclude it’s the Calvary Captain. The practice ground seems livelier as soon as the man steps inside, people rushing to his side to give their greetings. Maybe today is one of his practice days.

 “ Never thought I would see you here.” The young man calls out, successfully jostle you up from your thoughts. You give him a complex look and turn away, focusing on the tattered dummies. Your wrist is screaming in protest, legs wobbling. You remember those golden days when you were young when you were flexible, and your bones didn't crack as much. Oh, where the golden days have gone? 

“What do I own the honour of seeing you here, captain?” You fold your arm defensively, voice monotonously. Kaeya despites the most when you start talking in an emotionless tone. Oh, how you love riling him up in the middle of the practice ground! 

“ I come here for my weekly practice, but-” He shrugs, eyes glinting with mischief. “ look like the rumour about the abolishment of special permission for the strategy department is true.” 

So he has heard the rumours. You roll your eyes, face blanks. You know Kaeya has his own way to obtain his information, but you never thought it’d be this fast. Words don’t easily leak from the strategy department. 

“What do you need? Make it short, so I can practice for the upcoming evaluation.” Tired of his long introduction, you ask him directly. If you are going to ignore him any longer, the man will continue poking you. 

Starting an argument only wastes your time, and asserting dominance in the middle of the training ground won’t boost your ego. You’re a strategist, your weapons are detailed plans and sharp word, not sword and bow. Showing off your strength in front of those ruthless knights don't improve your relationship with them. 

“ Straight the point eh?” You give him an impatiently look, tempting to ignore him again before he flashes you a smug grin. “How bout sparing with me?”  

The whole training ground falls in silence, and you direct at the captain a confusing look. Is he serious? No one in the knight except the Grand Master can go against him, not to mention someone who hasn’t touched a sword for three years. 

“I can help you with your training, and you can help with mine” Kaeya speaks with utmost confidence that you almost nod and agree. That man is really deceitful, he knows how well your skill has gone dull, yet he still wants to practice with you? What is this man plotting?  

“ Do you realize how absurd your offer is? ” You give him a complicated gaze, voice unwavering. Everyone takes in a deep breath, tension crackling. It's not everyday scenery you often encounter. A heated argument between the mischievous cavalry captain and the tactful strategist. Nosy people gather around the pair, internally hoping for the war the breaks out. 

“ You know well that I can’t properly block your first strike.” Light-hearted, you joke, but there is no hint of amusement in your voice. Sharpe eyes glaring at the blue figure, you notice the man remains unfazed. 

" Shouldn't you choose a more competent opponent?" 

The sound whispers and talking about the reasons why Kaeya picked such an easy opponent start to circulate, and you can’t help to curl your lips up. Within a  few seconds, you have effortlessly turned the gossiping direction toward your desired path. Flashing Kaeya a victorious grin, you tap your foot impatiently, waiting for his reaction.

You should have worked at PR damage control or marketing instead! The diplomat would have been fine too! At least, you wouldn’t need to practice swordman-ship.

As you mulling on your terrible choice of career, a chill runs down your spine. Tilting up, Kaeya is beaming sweetly at you, the frost slowly creeping up and nipping your shoes. Look like you just pressed the wrong button. 

The man narrows his eyes, and you gulp nervously, avoiding his calculating gaze. Kaeya chuckles, his voice laced with worry, wavering and hurtful. 

“I just want to help you improve as fast as possible. The test is coming in two weeks isn't it?” 

The whole table has turned, and people start to say how considerate and thoughtful the cavalry captain is. The crowd starts to criticize you and tell you to be more grateful and stop suspicious of his unconditional help. Oh, you wish he wasting it on you, many knights in this training ground would love getting advice and improvements from him. 

Applause for our dear Calvary captain, smoothly seeking empathy from the crowd and turning the favour back to him. No wonder how fast he climbed up the rank. 

Bantering and arguing with a person like him is meaningless, so you accept his offer and drag your sword toward his direction. Let finish this within 2 strikes. 

Moving to the centre of the field, both of you face each other, his eyes scanning you sceptically. What is this man plotting again? Bowing, you finally give him a warning look before standing at your ready position. Kaeya holds his sword, analyzing your starting posture. 

As soon as the whistle blows, you charge at the man, opening the spar with a direct hit. Kaeya quickly raises his word up to block the first blow, the sound of steel clashing loudly. He then forcefully diverts the sword to the left, a classic way to counter the strike. 

Knowing your limited strength against him, you take a step back and swiftly angle the blade downward, aiming for a weak spot at his waist. This move would create a noticeable weakness on your right, and only the idiot doesn't use this as his advantage to disarm you. 

You’re right, he uses the loophole you planned, successfully disarm you within 2 strikes. The sword slips from your hand clanging loudly behind as your foot slips and fall on the ground. 

His sharp blade is just a few inches away from your neck. The calvary captain wears a solemn look, his cerulean eyes imbued with irritation. Seems like he figures out you purposefully planed to end the match in 2 strikes. 

Quickly raising your hand in defeat, you shoot him a taunting grin. The referee declares Kaeya is the winner, and people start to clap and cheer loudly, but overall no one is surprised. As the match end, audiences start to disperse, return back to their tasks. 

Kaeya put his sword away and offers you his hand. You stare idly at the gloved hand a moment before putting yours on. The man effortlessly pulls you up, your body flush against his. With Kaeya so close to you, your first reaction is to push the man away, but his firm grip says otherwise. He inches closer, dark blue locks brush your cheek, tall figure towering you intimidating. 

“Why end it so early?” He leans down and whispers, your body tenses up visibly. “Surely, you could handle more than 2 strikes of mine.” The young man in blue hums, his voice sultry. 

“ What are you saying? I haven’t touched the sword more than 3 years.” You remind him, hands pushing his chest away, trying to create some distance. The man doesn’t budge an inch. 

“Your strikes doesn’t say so. The first strike was not bad.” Noticing your effort to push him away, Kaeya stands straight, heels dig into the ground. His lips curl up at the helplessness flashing in your eyes. He loves seeing you struggle, seeing how anxiety and desperation rising in your sparkling orbs. “I think you could at least have a decent fight with me.”  

“ Quit spouting non-sense Kaeya, let me go. We are in public.” You let out an annoyed hiss, punching his toned chest. He still wears the uniform improperly like that, the exposed tan chest can be under many layers. Sometimes you don't even know the reason why doesn't he just button the shirt up properly. Finger grazing at the bared skin on his chest, you turn your head away, cheeks heat up. 

The man loves seeing you squirming in his trap, and you’re not going to let him see that. Anything, but satisfying his masochist hobby. 

“You don’t like skin-ship?” The man fakes a gasp, his orb sparkles with mirth. “But you were being touchy with your friend. Why can't we be a bit touchy? ”  His tone suggestively, the tall man snickers at your blushing mess. Out of everything, why would he mention that? You give him stinky eyes, brows furrow deeply.  

“I’m not touchy with you.” You deny dreadfully. Archon, how long have you wasted your time here with this slithering serpent? 

Kaeya arms wrap tightly around you, your body moulds perfectly into his embrace. You hate how perfectly you fit into his hug like this, but you can’t deny how warm he is, despite the fact he wields cryo. 

“ When will you let me go?” Your voice starts to grow weak, dragging slightly in discomfort.  Kaeya curiously looks down, noticing your pouting. Sensing his gaze, you turn your head away but his fingers have quickly grabbed your cheek, forcing you to look at his deep blue eye.  

“Give me a kiss, then I'd let you go.” His voice serious, but what he just said is not. You look at the cryo wielder horrendously, mouth gaping. His face is composed and relax, like what he just ask is like asking about the weather, asking about your health, not for a kiss. Is he being serious? What in the world did he just ask? A kiss? Excuse me, a what? 

“You...you are not being serious.” You wriggle your way out, escaping from his fingers, but his embrace tightens, caging you inside. Damn it, Kaeya. He’s messing with you. 

When you flash him a furious look, the man shrugs nonchalantly, his cerulean lock fluttering gently in the wind. Suddenly, you have an urge to wipe off that calm demeanour. He can’t be serious. Why does he have to go all the way to annoy the shit out of you? 

The smug grin hanging on his face, the mischief in his blue eyes, the arching brows, everything about him screams a flirt, yet you feel so mesmerized. Blinking a few times, you have to constantly remind yourself this man is not trustworthy. From the attitude to the way he looks at you, to the way he acts around you. Nothing from his action is truthful. Like Diluc’s warning, you can only believe half of his word and action. 

“ Of course I’m being serious.” His voice solemn, but you can see the amusement in his eyes. If he doesn’t like you, why would he spend so much effort bothering you this much? What reaction is he expecting from you?  

“ I really like you, Y/N” Kaeya confesses cheerfully, and you can faintly hear a few gasps around. Not this again...

Archon, you’re going to die early at this rate. You just want to practice for the upcoming evaluation, not becoming a hot topic for all Mondstadt citizen to gossip about. 

And this man too, how can he easily slip out those words when you just heard him flirting with another woman the other day?  You already told him numerous times that you’re not interested in dating him, or anyone right now! 

Hung your head down in exhaustion, you tap his shoulder, mumbling quietly. “ Fine, fine.” You finally open your mouth, too exhausted and bothered by his stubbornness. He only wants a kiss, and you won’t hurt giving him one. Just a kiss then you can get back to your practice.  

“Just don’t confess your love to me in a crowd like this again.” Before closing the deal, you weakly add a bargain, nudging him.  

The calvary captain looks surprised, his eye widens little, not expecting you to agree. Normally, it takes another argument or two before you comply with his request. Kaeya timidly raises his gloved hand to your face, gently caresses your cheek. This time, you lean into his touch, nuzzling your face into his palm, eyes glimmering softly. Despite a cryo wielder, his hand is surprisingly warm. 

The man in blue curiously peeks at you, he feels like a feather tickling the itchy spot. Are you plotting an escape route? Since when did you become so obedient? He has never seen the soft fur under the spiky façade you set up to face with the world, but strangely, he likes this version of you more. 

Noticing his relaxed stance, you carefully gently wrap your fingers around his wrist while keeping eye contact with him. Kaeya eye widens, startles at your sudden touching. Trying your best to not break the unspoken connection, you bring his hand away from your cheek. In those cerulean eyes, you see a hint of disappointment, but it quickly dissolves. Slowly, you draw closer toward the hand hanging in the air, lips fluttering on the smooth skin on his wrist. 

The calvary captain instinctively moves back, trying to escape from your sudden contact. Ironic, he is the one who innates the hug and demands a kiss from you. Tightening your grip, you press your wet lips on the exposed part of his wrist dedicatedly while maintaining eye contact with him, eyes drown with submission.

Kaeya stares at you in awe, maybe not expecting the passionate look in your eyes. His azure eye fills with mischief, now replaces with confusion and hesitation. You notice how his ears have dusted with pink despite the winds blowing in the practice ground. The man avoids your eyes, flustering. 

Whispers and gasps start to remind you of the crushing reality, so you let his hand down while grinning cheekily at the cryo wielder. Poking and breaking Kaeya meticulously façade is always something you want to try. The man is a living devil, so it’s extremely unusual to see him losing his composure. 

Sneakily, you untangle his other arm wrapping around your waist, plotting an escape route. 

However, Barbatos doesn’t let you slip away that easily. Quickly regaining his composure, Kaeya snakes his hand around your hip again, tightening his hold. Unlike the first time, the sneaky bastard lifts you up and has the audacity to throw your body on his shoulder, carry you like a sack. 

“ Yah! What are you doing?” You exclaim, fluster at his sudden antic. Kicking and punching on his shoulder, you try as many as you can, but somehow, Kaeya manages to dodge all of them.   

“ You said you will let me go when I give you a kiss!” The crowd uproars, stares and gossips poke pointedly at your back. You don’t want to hear those comments from those knights again. They're not going to let this live down, aren't they? Bury your face in the Kaeya's furry collar, you let out a frustrating sigh, punching his shoulder as hard as you can. 

“ You give me a kiss on my wrist. That doesn’t count.” Kaeya nonchalantly strides away from the practice ground, unfazed by your attempt to escape. This man is a beast, how can he not budge an inch with all of your kickings on his shoulder? 

“ You didn’t specify the place. A kiss is a kiss!” You emphasize, and you can feel his shoulder shaking. Is he laughing? “You didn’t keep your promise.” Fuels by the rising anger, you kick your leg aggressively, struggling to free yourself from the iron-clad grip. This time, his strong arm wraps around your calves like a chain.  

As soon as you raise your head up, the familiar pathway hits your memories. Shit, he is heading toward the headquarter, likely to his office. You can’t let anyone in there see you in this state. Punching his back profusely, you shot back. 

“Not fulfilling the contract is breaking the Knight of Favonius's code of cond-.” Before you can finish your sentence, the man smacks your calves loudly, successfully shutting your mouth. Speechless by his sudden punishment, you let out a disbelief breath.    

“ There are no such a section states about fulfilling contract inside the code of conduct, so stop making the rule up.” Kaeya smugly grins, and you can already picture his blue eyes glinting with mischief, the signature shit-eating grin on his handsome face.

" There is, it's in section eight-" Before you can finish your sentence, Kaeya cuts in, waving his hand dismissively. 

" Section eight is about interaction with your co-worker, there is none about keeping contracts." The calvary captain humming, trying to recalling the content of the book. Speechless by the detailed memories of his, you can only close your mouth, quietly waiting for him to drop you down. If you stay still on his shoulder, will he let you go? 

" You know, not everyone reads and memories the knight of Favonius handbook, you are just unlucky that I know the book by heart." Seeing you deflate weakly on his shoulder, Kaeya lets out a chuckle, patting your head comforting.       

Before heading inside the HQ, the man doesn't drop your down but leans in closely, his whisper tickling your ear. “But at least I had fun seeing you squirming in my grasp.” 

And then it hits you, the bastard purposely falls for of your antic. 

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Tear You To Pieces, Chapter 8

Kelly was almost sick when she saw a pile of bodies right by the front doors of the tower. But when she got closer, she realised it wasn’t just any pile of bodies. It was a statement.

Natasha, Clint, Tony, Pepper, Fury and Bruce. Along with some other SHIELD agents.

‘Oh god, no!’ She sobbed and took a step backwards, her entire body was shaking in fear.

She looked up at the tower and suddenly dread flooded all through her. Her sister…

‘MARIA!’ She screamed and ran into the tower, past the pile of bodies.

The lifts were all broken, the electricity not working anymore. She ran as fast as she could up the stairs, taking three at a time where possible. She was out of breath and her legs burned in agony, but she couldn’t stop. She needed to try and reach her before he did.

Even if it was eerily quiet now, except for the sounds of sirens outside the tower…

She passed some more bodies in the stairwell, it broke her heart with each one she passed. The guilt was horrible, building up within her. She couldn’t believe she had been so foolish and trusted him, believed that he had changed.

Anger rushed through her as well as sadness and guilt, but she needed to concentrate and just find Maria. But when she finally got to the top floor, she went straight to the control room where her sister normally was. There was no sign of her. Just some dead bodies hunched over the controls…

After checking her room, still she had no luck. The corridors and rooms were all falling apart. Holes in the walls and roof, lightings and wires hanging out everywhere, the place was a complete mess.

Rushing into the common room, the cold wind breezed in and made her shiver. The large glass windows were all shattered, leaving no protection from the cold.

She felt a lump in her throat when she saw Steve lying dead, his costume torn. His shield was nowhere to be seen. Loki had killed the Avengers…

About to crouch down to Steve, she noticed another body a bit further away. And she let out a wail and a cry, it was her sister.

Slowly, she walked over towards Maria’s body. ‘No, no, no, no.’ She cried as she fell to her knees beside her. She leaned over her sister and tried shaking her shoulders, but there was a huge blow to her head and her eyes were open. She was cold, so cold…

‘NO!’ Kelly screamed as she then pressed her face into Maria’s chest, utterly broken. ‘I’m sorry… I’m so sorry. This is all my fault.’ She sobbed into her.

While mourning her sister, she failed to hear Loki coming into the room, cracking bits of glass under his boots.

‘You shouldn’t be here, pet.’ Loki hummed low as he strolled across the room towards her.

She gasped when she saw Loki, and as much as she wanted to cower away from him and run, she didn’t want to leave her sister’s body either. She leaned over her sister more, tears still falling down her face. ‘You… you MONSTER! WHY? Why would you do... THIS?’ She yelled at him bravely, or perhaps foolishly.

Loki smirked as he stepped over Steve’s body without so much as a thought as he continued towards the mortal girl.

‘You should be kneeling before me, thanking me for sparing you.’ He hissed at her, drawing ever closer to her, unhurriedly, but with purpose with his large strides.

She shook her head quickly. ‘No… no! I could never thank you. You used me!’ She screamed at him.

He chuckled darkly. ‘Oh no, I’ve not even begun to use you yet. There is still something you’ve been keeping from me.’

Loki was just a few feet away from her now, with the most menacing look on his face that she had ever seen. It chilled her to the core. She knew she needed to run, she couldn’t let him reach her.

Looking down longingly at her sister for the last time, she scrambled to her feet and attempted to run.

Loki laughed at her. ‘Oh, pet. I thought you’d know by now how much I love to play.’ He growled.

Kelly ran towards the lift, forgetting it was broken. She pushed the buttons in a panic as Loki leisurely strolled towards her, unhurried and looking incredibly menacing with the biggest grin on his face.

Deciding on a different tactic, she made a run back to the stairwell door, doing a big circle past Loki as she most definitely didn’t want to end up anywhere near him.

She heard Loki chuckling darkly as she was almost there, but then suddenly he appeared right on front of her. Blocking her way out. She skidded to a halt, not wanting to run right into him. She backed away, then turned to run but another Loki appeared.

Then another, and another... Until she was surrounded by seven Loki’s, leaving her nowhere else to run. She cried out in fear and fell down to her knees, tucking her head into her arms she cried and prayed that it was all just a horrible nightmare. That she would wake up at any moment and everything would be fine…

‘Kneeling for me already, what a good girl.’ Loki teased as his clones vanished and he approached her.

He reached down and slid his fingers through her hair, seeing her visibly tremble under his touch. Both in fear and still some arousal, he could easily tell. His gentle touch turned rough as he gripped her hair and pulled her head back, so she was forced to look up at him through teary eyes.

‘Aww, come now, pet. It’s me, you don’t need to fear me…’ He hummed and slid his hand down to stroke her cheek softly. ‘Unless you misbehave and are naughty. So, be a good girl and do as you’re told, won’t you?’

Kelly’s lower lip quivered as she hesitantly nodded, not wanting to anger him. She knew his strength and power, that it was pointless to even try and get away from him.

‘Good girl, now get your pretty little ass over to the sofa and get on your hands and knees, bum facing outwards to me.’ He demanded and tilted his head in the direction of said sofa.

Her eyes widened, she didn’t make a move until Loki raised an eyebrow at her, waiting for her to do as she was told. Not wanting to risk it, she got up on wobbly legs and made her way there. She was barely at the sofa when Loki pushed her down onto it, hurrying her up.

‘We don’t have all day, pet. So don’t waste my time.’ He snarled at her as she tried to get into the position he wanted.

She let out a sob when he grabbed the top of her leggings and yanked them down along with her knickers, down around her thighs.

‘Ohhh, yes. Finally, I will get to claim what is rightfully mine. What you’ve been keeping from me all this time.’ He cooed and, with a surprisingly gentle touch, he caressed her bum first for a moment and then his fingers began to get dangerously close to her cunt.

‘Ple… please, don’t.’ She whimpered as she closed her eyes and hung her head down.

‘No amount of begging will help, pet. I should have taken you a long time ago.’ He said low as he slid his fingers through her folds.

Kelly felt sick at what he was about to do, she had thought and hoped that Loki would be her first time… But not like this, not in this way. Not this Loki.

She was nauseated at herself when she felt her body betraying her from the way his fingers were skilfully sliding up and down, rubbing over her clit that was getting more and more sensitive with every second that passed.

‘Ooo, I think you want this more than you want to admit.’ Loki chuckled. ‘You’re already getting wet, and I’ve barely even begun.’

Loki slid a finger down to her tight opening and he had just started to slowly push into her, making her whine in disagreement, when there was a loud whirring noise from outside. He looked over through the what once was a large window, to see a space ship pulling up outside.

It was some more heroes that had come to try and take down Loki. Kelly felt relief flood through her. But at the same time, more dread. As she knew if The Avengers hadn’t been able to beat him, how could anyone else do it?

Loki snarled angrily at the interruption. He looked down at Kelly, who was still shaking from head to toe and jumping at every little noise from the other heroes that were coming into the building. With a sigh, Loki hauled her up to her feet.

‘I am going to send you to safety, far from here. But you stay exactly where I put you… Because we are far from done here.’ He growled into her ear in warning and narrowed his eyes at her momentarily, then he teleported her away to safety, before going to deal with the low life heroes that had ruined his moment.

-

Kelly let out a yelp as she landed on a hard wooden floor on her bare bum, her leggings and knickers were still down around her thighs. She looked around in alarm, but was slightly relieved to see she was somewhere safe, it was a hotel room.

After getting up and pulling her leggings back up, she rushed over to the window, her eyes widened when she saw London Bridge right outside. Loki really had sent her far away…

But she quickly got her brain working and focusing, there was no way in hell she was going to hang around and wait for him to come get her, to rape her. So she bolted out of the room as quickly as possible, surprised that there was no spell on the door, but highly relieved.

No one cared about her leaving the hotel, the receptionist and everyone else was too busy concentrating on the news with what was going on in New York. But Kelly couldn’t bear to look at the TV, so she ran away, as fast as she possibly could out onto the streets of London.

-

Loki wiped out the second wave of so-called heroes with terrifying ease.

He had the biggest, most wicked grin on his face as he was surrounded by their bodies. The power was surging through him, adrenaline running high. It was the best feeling in the Universe. And he was loving every single second of it.

But this was only the beginning.

Before getting the whole of New York to bow to him, he had something else he needed to deal with first.

Kelly Hill.

He teleported to the hotel room in London where he had placed her. When he arrived in the room, he was displeased to see the bed had not even been sat on. He marched over to the bathroom and flung the door wide open, but she wasn’t there.

Roaring in anger, he stormed out of the room and flung every single door wide open as he passed, shouting her name as he walked down the corridor, causing other poor residents to scream and cower in their rooms in fear. Relief flooding them when he walked on by.

Everyone in the world knew of what he’d done in New York to the Avengers. It was all over the news and in special alerts to everyone’s smartphones.

The receptionist downstairs almost fainted in fear when Loki, enraged, approached her.

‘Room 504. Where is she?’ He snarled at her.

‘I… I… I don’t know… There… was no one… in that room… it’s empty.’ The woman blurted out quickly, shaking from head to toe.

Loki’s nose scrunched up and the vein in his neck was close to bursting as he angrily yelled out and his telekinesis exploded, causing glass to shatter and furniture to fly everywhere. Injuring a few mortals, not that he really cared as he stormed out of the hotel.

He glared up and down the road, but there was no sign of Kelly at all.

#Loki #Tom Hiddleston #villain Loki #dark Loki #Loki x OFC #Loki x original female character #fan fiction #tear you to pieces #Loki Laufeyson

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Straw Hats With A Devil Fruit User! Shipmate

A/N : More Platonic! Straw Hats interaction :)

Okay, so I’m going to assume Tumblr hates me because it keeps not saving any of my work?

Summary : Straw Hats with a shipmate who has a devil fruit, who falls overboard whilst on the ship.

How did you get into this mess?

Here you were, in the middle of the ship, surrounded by the worried looks of your crew mates as you continued to cough up the sea water.

You were drenched from head-to-toe, currently on your knees and pounding your chest to get out all the water you swallowed.

Zoro, Sanji and Brook was beside you, also drenched completely, and was panting heavily after having just jumped in the ocean to save you from drowning, with Brook actually collapsed on the deck.

Luffy was in front of you, crying and freaking out that he almost lost you because of him.

You could only listen silently, thinking back on the series of events that had happened just minutes prior.

-

“You guys, please calm down, you’re going to fall off the ship soon! Luffy!”

Ignoring your words, Usopp, Chopper and Luffy continued to run around mindlessly, yelling and laughing loudly as they did.

“Let then be, [Name]. There’s no stopping their chaos at this point..” Nami mumbles defeatedly, clearly feeling exhausted as she rubs her temples from the upper deck.

“Yohohoho!~ so lively today, aren’t they?” Brook chuckles, sitting against the mast as he sipped his cup of tea. 

Robin beside him, reading a book whilst also drinking some tea. “Yes, they sure are quite a trio.”

“Two of them are devil fruit users though, if they’re not more careful, they’ll end up shoving one another into the water. Or worse, shoving one of us into the water.” You point out, feeling a headache forming as you exhale heavily.

“And I don’t know about you guys, but I’m not looking forward to getting wet, nor having to fish them out.” You add, now crossing your arms as you stood off to the side by the railing, still watching Luffy screaming and laughing with Chopper and Usopp. “Not that I’ll be able to go in after them.”

"Don't tell me your afraid of a little water?"

Hearing the familiar voice, you turn over to see the green-haired male sitting against the tree with his arms crossed and swords at his side.

Your brow twitches at him, narrowing your eyes as you huffed heavily at him.

Zoro's voice clearly laced a bit of a mocking tone to it, him opening his one eye to glance to you, a small smirk tugging at his lips.

"Shut it, you stupid swordsman! I'm not afraid, but unlike you non-devil fruit users, I can't swim if I tried! I’ll drown!" You scowl, pointing at Zoro who just laughs at you.

"Don't worry, my dear [Name]-chan~ I WILL GLADLY JUMP IN AND SAVE YOU!~" Sanji sang with hearts in his eyes, swooning from where he was, currently setting down a fresh pot of tea for Brook and Robin.

You only sigh softly at him and smile lightly, shaking your head at him before turning to the loud trio.

“Tag, you’re it! Haha!” Usopp shouts, finally reaching Luffy who gasps before grinning and stretching his arms all over the deck.

Emerging from below deck, Franky climbs up from the trap-door and smiles widely. “Oi, Luffy! Want to see my newest addition to my body?”

Stopping midway from chasing Usopp, Luffy stops and turns over to Franky with wide eyes. “Ooh, yeah! What is it?!”

As Franky finally got up from the ladder and closed the trap-door, Usopp shouts excitedly. “Wait, I wanna see too, Franky!”

“Yeah, let us see!” Chopper eagerly nods, going after Usopp to see too.

Franky nods, chortling loudly as he began heading to the center of the deck, Usopp, Chopper and Luffy following and stood in front of him, behind them at a distance was the railing.

The others glance over with a bit of curiosity, just wanting to see what Franky had to show.

You did the same, wondering if it was a gimmick he made for himself or if it would be useful in battle.

“I made this especially to defend and attack enemies in battle. You ready?!” Franky shouts, extending his arms out wide.

“AYE!” The trio shouts in unison after, all looking in anticipation and excitement.

“Alright!” Franky’s torso opened a hatch and a hole was seen. A few seconds of silence overtook the air before he spoke. 

“Franky... HUMAN BLOWDRYER!”

... What?

Just like it sounded, a large gust of warm air started to blow out from the hole in Franky’s chest and straight at the trio.

The wind wasn’t too strong, but it was strong enough to have their clothes and lips flapping and blowing from the air.

Y’know, how the lips start moving and flapping when anime characters are moving too fast or wind is blowing too hard-

You could only stare from before in disbelief, unable to comprehend exactly what was happening.

The others sweatdropped at the sight, the anti-climatic feeling washing over them as they stare the scene before them.

Once Franky turned off the blowdryer in his torso, it was silent for a moment. Before the trio screamed out in awe.

“SO COOLL!~ ✨” the trio awes.

Franky laughs aloud at their reactions while you just exhale at them. “Awesome right?! It’s my SUUPPERRR~ HUMAN BLOWDRYER!”

“Wow.” The others thought together.

“Franky..” you began heading towards the cyborg as Usopp and Chopper went off to the side, clearly still excited but had their fun.

“How is exactly that supposed to be helpful to us in battle..?” You mumble, furrowing your brows as Franky hums at you.

“What’re you talking about? This would definitely be useful! I could blow off any dust or dirt on you guys and since this new addition is equipped with different power levels too, I can blow all our enemies away as we escape.” Franky explains, gesturing to his torso.

You glance inside the hole and notice the little knob that you could turn and saw the many numbered levels and nod in realization.

“Hm.. I guess it could be handy at some point..” you mumble, standing back up straight and began heading to the railing, just as Luffy was heading towards Franky.

“Plus, I could dry you guys off after a shower.” Franky adds, almost as if trying to convince you that it was indeed useful.

Nami’s eyebrow twitched at Franky’s insinuation, misinterpreting his meaning behind his words.

Luffy just grins widely. “What do you mean, [Name]? This is awesome! Hey Franky, do your high power level on me!”

You only sigh and lean against the railing, shaking your head. “Right.”

“Er.. are you sure? That highest power level isn’t meant to be used on humans. I only added it because-“ Despite Franky protesting against the idea, Luffy wasn’t listening.

“Come on! It’ll be fine, just do it!” Luffy insists and Usopp furrows his brows.

“I don’t know, Luffy. The wind that was blowing against us just now was already pretty strong. Just imagine what the highest power level would be.”

You weren’t paying attention anymore, just trying to relax in the fresh air as you glance down at the ocean, leaning against the railing. Directly behind you was Luffy in front of Franky’s Blowdryer.

“Stop worrying, I’ll be fineee! Just turn it on, Franky!”

If only you knew what was going to occur behind you.

Franky, after a little bit of reluctance, finally agreed. “Alright, hold on to something then.” With that, Franky turned the knob to its most powerful setting and began to activitate his newest power.

“Franky..”

“WAIT, FRANKY!-“ the others finally noticed that you were directly in line of Franky’s Blowdryer but before Franky could stop it, it had already begun.

“...MAXIMUM HUMAN BLOWDRYER!”

The immense air pressure knocked Luffy back, making him collide right into your unknown figure and pushed you right overboard, Luffy following after but held on by the railing of the ship.

He hadn’t even realize he knocked you over as well until he heard the splashing of the ocean.

“[NAME]!” Each of the crew members widen their eyes in shock as Zoro clicks his tongue and quickly stood up, running over to the edge and jumped into the ocean after.

Sanji immediately did the same, and after screaming in horror and fear, Brook instinctively ran after and jumped in as well.

“Hey, BROOK!”

You didn’t even have time to process what just happened as you try to rise to the surface, only to fail because well, you had devil fruit powers.

“[Name], Brook!” Luffy shouts, still holding onto the railing as he pulls himself up and then leans down from it to see if Zoro was pulling you up or not.

Luckily, Zoro was quick and was now holding onto you tightly, pulling you by his side as he glances up.

“What the hell were you thinking?!” He shouts from below towards Luffy.

Sanji rises to the top, kicking below him to float as he drags Brook up to surface as well. “Oi, you idiot! Did you forget you have devil fruit powers too?!”

Brook didn’t answer, feeling drowsy and exhausted from the water.

“Hang on, we’ll get you guys in!” Nami calls, as her and Usopp began heading down below deck to open one of the gates and pull you in with the raft they had.

You grunted a bit in pain, closing your eyes and coughing roughly as you did your best to cling onto Zoro.

“Oi, you okay? When I asked you if you were afraid of water, it wasn’t a sign for you to challenge me and jump overboard.” Zoro jokes a bit, glancing down at you as he held you up above the water.

“Tch... you jerk.. not like I wanted to go overboard..” you tiredly mutter, making Zoro chuckle lightly. He couldn’t help the small smile forming on his lips, glad to see you were okay.

“Put them on!” Nami calls, letting the waves guide the raft out and Sanji pulls it closer towards him. He tosses Brook on board, making the skeleton grunt and shout out the best he could. “You could be a bit more gentle!”

“Shut up! Oi, put [Name]-chan on, you marimo.” Sanji watched as Zoro swims closer to the raft and helps him put you on.

“Shut up, you stupid cook. They’re on!” Zoro calls and Nami, Usopp and Chopper began pulling the raft in, Zoro and Sanji swimming towards the ship after them.

-

So that’s what led to where you were now.

“IM SORRY [NAME]! WE ALMOST LOST YOU! I SHOULD HAVE LISTENED TO YOU BUT FRANKY’S NEW POWER WAS SO COOL AND I WANTED TO SEE IT AT ITS FULL POWER BUT IT KNOCKED YOU OVER AND WE ALMOST—“ Luffy’s shouts were cut off with Nami’s punch to his head.

“SHUT UP! Instead of crying and freaking out, just get them something to warm them up or something! And we already warned you it was a bad idea but you didn’t listen!” Nami scolds, Luffy whining at the unnecessary punch, rubbing his head.

Usopp and Robin sighs at their antics, just glad that you and Brook were okay.

Chopper brought out some blankets and his stethoscope, making you lay down to check if you had any injuries, since Luffy collided into you pretty roughly.

“I’m fine.. Chopper. Thank you.” You smile weakly to the little reindeer, who only frowns. “Just let me check real quick, [Name].”

Franky looks to you and frowns himself. “Sorry, [Name]. I should’ve seen you and shouldn’t have done it, regardless of Luffy’s persistence.”

“I’m fine, Franky. Plus, you’re right. That’s quite a powerful move that’ll help us in battle, I’m sure.” You assure, a genuine small smile on your lips.

Franky tears up at your kind words. “Ahhh, how SUUPERR~ sweet of you, [Name]!” He cries out, making you sweatdrop as you rub your sore throat a bit.

Chopper noticed and quickly left to get you some water. You glance to Zoro and Sanji and sigh. “Thanks, you two.” Zoro only nods dismissively as Sanji swoons. “Of course, [Name]-chan~!”

You stare at Brook, looking at his lifeless skeleton and smiled softly before turning to Luffy’s teary face and close your eyes.

Why you were in such a chaotic crew, you didn’t know.

Would you ever leave? Never. You loved your Straw Hat family too much. You were home.

-

I hope you enjoyed this! :)

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[imagine-loki]

Tear You To Pieces, Chapter 8

TITLE: Tear You To Pieces CHAPTER NO./ONE SHOT: Chapter 8 AUTHOR: fanficshiddles ORIGINAL IMAGINE: Imagine Loki was sent to make up for his deeds by helping out The Avengers at the tower. Everyone thinks he’s changed, but he is just biding his time. He manipulates and uses someone who works there, who has a crush on him, to get exactly what he wants.  RATING: M

WARNINGS FOR THIS FIC: DARK LOKI, RAPE/NON-CON, MANIPULATION, MURDER, VIOLENCE, EMOTIONAL ABUSE, KIDNAPPING

  Kelly was almost sick when she saw a pile of bodies right by the front doors of the tower. But when she got closer, she realised it wasn’t just any pile of bodies. It was a statement.

Natasha, Clint, Tony, Pepper, Fury and Bruce. Along with some other SHIELD agents.

‘Oh god, no!’ She sobbed and took a step backwards, her entire body was shaking in fear.

She looked up at the tower and suddenly dread flooded all through her. Her sister…

‘MARIA!’ She screamed and ran into the tower, past the pile of bodies.

The lifts were all broken, the electricity not working anymore. She ran as fast as she could up the stairs, taking three at a time where possible. She was out of breath and her legs burned in agony, but she couldn’t stop. She needed to try and reach her before he did.

Even if it was eerily quiet now, except for the sounds of sirens outside the tower…

She passed some more bodies in the stairwell, it broke her heart with each one she passed. The guilt was horrible, building up within her. She couldn’t believe she had been so foolish and trusted him, believed that he had changed.

Anger rushed through her as well as sadness and guilt, but she needed to concentrate and just find Maria. But when she finally got to the top floor, she went straight to the control room where her sister normally was. There was no sign of her. Just some dead bodies hunched over the controls…

After checking her room, still she had no luck. The corridors and rooms were all falling apart. Holes in the walls and roof, lightings and wires hanging out everywhere, the place was a complete mess.

Rushing into the common room, the cold wind breezed in and made her shiver. The large glass windows were all shattered, leaving no protection from the cold.

She felt a lump in her throat when she saw Steve lying dead, his costume torn. His shield was nowhere to be seen. Loki had killed the Avengers…

About to crouch down to Steve, she noticed another body a bit further away. And she let out a wail and a cry, it was her sister.

Slowly, she walked over towards Maria’s body. ‘No, no, no, no.’ She cried as she fell to her knees beside her. She leaned over her sister and tried shaking her shoulders, but there was a huge blow to her head and her eyes were open. She was cold, so cold…

‘NO!’ Kelly screamed as she then pressed her face into Maria’s chest, utterly broken. ‘I’m sorry… I’m so sorry. This is all my fault.’ She sobbed into her.

While mourning her sister, she failed to hear Loki coming into the room, cracking bits of glass under his boots.

‘You shouldn’t be here, pet.’ Loki hummed low as he strolled across the room towards her.

She gasped when she saw Loki, and as much as she wanted to cower away from him and run, she didn’t want to leave her sister’s body either. She leaned over her sister more, tears still falling down her face. ‘You… you MONSTER! WHY? Why would you do... THIS?’ She yelled at him bravely, or perhaps foolishly.

Loki smirked as he stepped over Steve’s body without so much as a thought as he continued towards the mortal girl.

‘You should be kneeling before me, thanking me for sparing you.’ He hissed at her, drawing ever closer to her, unhurriedly, but with purpose with his large strides.

She shook her head quickly. ‘No… no! I could never thank you. You used me!’ She screamed at him.

He chuckled darkly. ‘Oh no, I’ve not even begun to use you yet. There is still something you’ve been keeping from me.’

Loki was just a few feet away from her now, with the most menacing look on his face that she had ever seen. It chilled her to the core. She knew she needed to run, she couldn’t let him reach her.

Looking down longingly at her sister for the last time, she scrambled to her feet and attempted to run.

Loki laughed at her. ‘Oh, pet. I thought you’d know by now how much I love to play.’ He growled.

Kelly ran towards the lift, forgetting it was broken. She pushed the buttons in a panic as Loki leisurely strolled towards her, unhurried and looking incredibly menacing with the biggest grin on his face.

Deciding on a different tactic, she made a run back to the stairwell door, doing a big circle past Loki as she most definitely didn’t want to end up anywhere near him.

She heard Loki chuckling darkly as she was almost there, but then suddenly he appeared right on front of her. Blocking her way out. She skidded to a halt, not wanting to run right into him. She backed away, then turned to run but another Loki appeared.

Then another, and another... Until she was surrounded by seven Loki’s, leaving her nowhere else to run. She cried out in fear and fell down to her knees, tucking her head into her arms she cried and prayed that it was all just a horrible nightmare. That she would wake up at any moment and everything would be fine…

‘Kneeling for me already, what a good girl.’ Loki teased as his clones vanished and he approached her.

He reached down and slid his fingers through her hair, seeing her visibly tremble under his touch. Both in fear and still some arousal, he could easily tell. His gentle touch turned rough as he gripped her hair and pulled her head back, so she was forced to look up at him through teary eyes.

‘Aww, come now, pet. It’s me, you don’t need to fear me…’ He hummed and slid his hand down to stroke her cheek softly. ‘Unless you misbehave and are naughty. So, be a good girl and do as you’re told, won’t you?’

Kelly’s lower lip quivered as she hesitantly nodded, not wanting to anger him. She knew his strength and power, that it was pointless to even try and get away from him.

‘Good girl, now get your pretty little ass over to the sofa and get on your hands and knees, bum facing outwards to me.’ He demanded and tilted his head in the direction of said sofa.

Her eyes widened, she didn’t make a move until Loki raised an eyebrow at her, waiting for her to do as she was told. Not wanting to risk it, she got up on wobbly legs and made her way there. She was barely at the sofa when Loki pushed her down onto it, hurrying her up.

‘We don’t have all day, pet. So don’t waste my time.’ He snarled at her as she tried to get into the position he wanted.

She let out a sob when he grabbed the top of her leggings and yanked them down along with her knickers, down around her thighs.

‘Ohhh, yes. Finally, I will get to claim what is rightfully mine. What you’ve been keeping from me all this time.’ He cooed and, with a surprisingly gentle touch, he caressed her bum first for a moment and then his fingers began to get dangerously close to her cunt.

‘Ple… please, don’t.’ She whimpered as she closed her eyes and hung her head down.

‘No amount of begging will help, pet. I should have taken you a long time ago.’ He said low as he slid his fingers through her folds.

Kelly felt sick at what he was about to do, she had thought and hoped that Loki would be her first time… But not like this, not in this way. Not this Loki.

She was nauseated at herself when she felt her body betraying her from the way his fingers were skilfully sliding up and down, rubbing over her clit that was getting more and more sensitive with every second that passed.

‘Ooo, I think you want this more than you want to admit.’ Loki chuckled. ‘You’re already getting wet, and I’ve barely even begun.’

Loki slid a finger down to her tight opening and he had just started to slowly push into her, making her whine in disagreement, when there was a loud whirring noise from outside. He looked over through the what once was a large window, to see a space ship pulling up outside.

It was some more heroes that had come to try and take down Loki. Kelly felt relief flood through her. But at the same time, more dread. As she knew if The Avengers hadn’t been able to beat him, how could anyone else do it?

Loki snarled angrily at the interruption. He looked down at Kelly, who was still shaking from head to toe and jumping at every little noise from the other heroes that were coming into the building. With a sigh, Loki hauled her up to her feet.

‘I am going to send you to safety, far from here. But you stay exactly where I put you… Because we are far from done here.’ He growled into her ear in warning and narrowed his eyes at her momentarily, then he teleported her away to safety, before going to deal with the low life heroes that had ruined his moment.

-

Kelly let out a yelp as she landed on a hard wooden floor on her bare bum, her leggings and knickers were still down around her thighs. She looked around in alarm, but was slightly relieved to see she was somewhere safe, it was a hotel room.

After getting up and pulling her leggings back up, she rushed over to the window, her eyes widened when she saw London Bridge right outside. Loki really had sent her far away…

But she quickly got her brain working and focusing, there was no way in hell she was going to hang around and wait for him to come get her, to rape her. So she bolted out of the room as quickly as possible, surprised that there was no spell on the door, but highly relieved.

No one cared about her leaving the hotel, the receptionist and everyone else was too busy concentrating on the news with what was going on in New York. But Kelly couldn’t bear to look at the TV, so she ran away, as fast as she possibly could out onto the streets of London.

-

Loki wiped out the second wave of so-called heroes with terrifying ease.

He had the biggest, most wicked grin on his face as he was surrounded by their bodies. The power was surging through him, adrenaline running high. It was the best feeling in the Universe. And he was loving every single second of it.

But this was only the beginning.

Before getting the whole of New York to bow to him, he had something else he needed to deal with first.

Kelly Hill.

He teleported to the hotel room in London where he had placed her. When he arrived in the room, he was displeased to see the bed had not even been sat on. He marched over to the bathroom and flung the door wide open, but she wasn’t there.

Roaring in anger, he stormed out of the room and flung every single door wide open as he passed, shouting her name as he walked down the corridor, causing other poor residents to scream and cower in their rooms in fear. Relief flooding them when he walked on by.

Everyone in the world knew of what he’d done in New York to the Avengers. It was all over the news and in special alerts to everyone’s smartphones.

The receptionist downstairs almost fainted in fear when Loki, enraged, approached her.

‘Room 504. Where is she?’ He snarled at her.

‘I… I… I don’t know… There… was no one… in that room… it’s empty.’ The woman blurted out quickly, shaking from head to toe.

Loki’s nose scrunched up and the vein in his neck was close to bursting as he angrily yelled out and his telekinesis exploded, causing glass to shatter and furniture to fly everywhere. Injuring a few mortals, not that he really cared as he stormed out of the hotel.

He glared up and down the road, but there was no sign of Kelly at all.

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Baby don’t stop

(oneshot (part3? :D), can be read separately, but also, if you want, check out the other two parts)

Pairing : Wayv Ten (Nct Ten) x Reader Y/N, (wife)

Word count: 3.2k 

Warnings: proper filth alright, sex, double penetration, oral (f&m receiving), overstimulation, mentions of abuse on another character, creampie, Ten has two dicks, he’s an alien, ok? (stay safe people, use protection!)

Side character: y/n (used small letters when talking about this girl, one of the ten girls, who is now with Hendery-Guanhee)

Thanks to all the people who wanted to see more of Detective Ten, well, here he is, hope you all like it. Thanks.

enjoy reading, under the cut!

*10043567901;1102033149001, Planet DYVLONY*

Out of all the mundane things that occurred everyday, Ten was there. And the days, when he wasn’t, well, you did it by yourself. Dishes. Cleaning the house.  Mopping the floors. Re-arranging the shelves. Sometimes you wanted to creep a bit in Ten’s drawers, but they always had a lock on.

-What’s in them drawers? – you asked one time while having dinner.

-What do you mean? – he responded chewing on his food.

-Those… uhm, in your room, - you said and Ten looked up.

-Have you been naughty?

You giggled. When Ten said this, you knew soon after you would be on his bed, naked.

-Me? – you laughed, - never, Ten, what are you talking about? I was just being curious….

-Aha, - he watched you now, more than usual, his eyes wondered from your face, down to your exposed V line, thanks to the jumper you wore. His eyes were like a mirror of truth though, you could read him so easily. – let’s go to our room and see, shall we?

Ten stood up, walking your direction, just to take the dishes to the sink, and then pulling you up, his hand around your waist, just under your breasts. He leaned in, whispering:

-You know what gets a naughty Y/N? – you couldn’t help but laugh, but when he licked your earlobe, you bit your lip, nodding a “no”, - Y/N get’s a big…

This was interrupted by his phone ringing. He sighed stepping away from you. Checking the caller id, he stepped back.

-I have to take this, - he informed and left. You only nodded.

-How did you get this number? – Ten asked the caller.

-Ha, - on the other side a voice spoke, - I get what I want, now, now, don’t be scared Detective, it’s not you who I am after.

-The hell you are not, Guanhee, - Ten knew who he was talking to straight away. After the outbreak of a politician being killed, Mr. Tieger, who in fact owed money to the “great twins”, Ten looked deeper only to find that one of the human females was now with him and his crazy alter-ego.

-So, you know who I am, - she giggled, - I am impressed, detective, you have done your homework.

-What are you after? – Ten snapped.

-Ah, so impatient, you see, your girl Y/N, is a sweety isn’t she?

-Leave my wife out of this.

-That’s the problem Ten, I cannot, - Guanhee turned around to see y/n (other one of the girls who were on the ship, so…), tied up to the wooden post like always, naked, and pussy on display. – the poor girl tried to help us, but you see, it’s not that simple, so I ended up, fucking her every day, one day me… the other… my brother. But now, I need someone, because… well, none of your business, but I hear you might know the location of Sicheng.

Ten arched a brow.

-Sicheng? – he re-asked, - why do you need him?

Guenhee licked her lips, pushing her glasses up her nose, eyeing y/n body again, she was drooling at the sight of her glistening cunt. Walking over, Guanhee dropped to her knees, y/n was coming awake slowly.

-Yes, Sicheng, well, if you must know, I would need his help for some small job, with a microchip.

-Guanhee, what is on your mind? – Ten asked, - you can’t harm the girl, you need to promise me that.

-Oh, but Ten, I can’t, - with her phone pressed to her ear, she leaned in, licking y/n’s mound, - a simple modification with her chip, so she would be a good girl and behave is all I need.

-Guanhee, no, - Ten warned, - there are other ways, how to do that, I am sure you can talk with y/n, and she will do whatever you tell her to…

Ten was grabbing onto his hair now, he felt the responsibility of all aliens, wherever they might be. Even YangYang didn’t seem like a bad person now, that he heard Guanhee’s story.

-You hear, y/n, - Guanhee spoke to y/n, while tears left her eyes, - Detective Ten here thinks, I should ask you to behave, and you will.

She (y/n) nodded frantically, at this time, she would do anything to be on Guanhee’s good side, after all she’s been through. Ten heard the wet licking sounds in the phone, as bad as it was, it made him lick his own lips, somewhere in his mind, he wanted to tie his wife up as well, and not only that.

-Don’t look for Sicheng, - Ten said, - go old-school, please?

Guanhee sighed, getting up from her position, her two fingers entering her captives’ vagina, moving in and out, to get a better angle, she pressed her palm towards the girl’s clitoris, pressing on her vaginal walls from the inside, the part that made her roll her eyes from the pleasure.

Dropping the phone on the floor, Ten could only hear moans and slapping sounds, before hanging up. He rested his head against the wall. Gunahee was crazy, god knows, what she has done to the girl, and Ten closed his eyes.

Your hand touching his shoulder, startled Ten.

-Sorry, - you said, - didn’t mean to scare you. Everything alright?

Ten nodded a “no”.

-Can I help?

Again, he nodded a “no”.

-Tell me, Ten, I can listen, you know that, right?

He nodded, taking you with him to sit on the sofa.

-Dong Sicheng, - Ten spoke, and you looked at him.

-Sorry, I don’t understand, what’s that?

-He is a CEO of WinWin enterprises, he is the person, who made you microchips to be able to communicate in our language, - you nodded understanding now, - he can, however, change the purpose of the chip inserted in you.

-What do you mean?

-Let’s say, if you, - Ten was thinking what to say, - when we asked him for help, since I have known him for a while, he offered various forms of the chip. One included, giving you robot like performance, you would be alive, but you would not be you. You would be owned and treated as that by your owner, making you do whatever they please.

-Ew, - you nodded, - why did he even suggest that?

Ten bit the inside of his cheek.

-He wanted to have one of you for himself, so he had made a chip, that would make his partner, perfect for himself.

-That’s messed up, - Ten agreed, that’s why, Sicheng didn’t get none of the girls.

-I made sure he would never get close to any of the girls, concealing your identities, giving you away only to the right people, and that’s where I fucked up.

You touched his hands.

-Don’t beat yourself up, Ten, it’s not like you know everyone…

-I know, I know, but still, I could have done things differently…

That night for some reason, he couldn’t fall asleep. His mind was clouded with Guanhee. What if she did find Sicheng? She would turn y/n into a robot of her own liking.

Your hands touched Ten’s stomach, this time you were the big spoon. He turned around to see you, kissing your lips as soon as he turned. Silence was between you, as he caged you in his arms, his lips attending to yours. His tongue entered your mouth, your own tongue finding his, brushing at each other in a slow like motion.

Ten’s hand caressed your waist, to your hip, his fingers brushing at your pajama trousers, until he stopped.

-No panties? – he asked, a rare sight to see, you tended to go to bed “the more layers the better”, so when his grabby hand touched your soft skin of your hips, going inside of your trousers, not finding another clothing barrier, made him bite his lip.

-Just for you, - you whispered.

The room was dark, and the only light illuminating the place was a little purple light coming from the air purifier. You could only feel the intense gaze Ten had on you.

-Let’s get you out of this, - he whispered, giving you a quick peck on your lips, helping you strip from the hoodie that you wore for bed. Accidentally bumping his nose in your forehead, you both “ouched”, until Ten turned to switch on the bed side table lamp. – this won’t do. I need to see you.

You took of your top, letting your breasts fall free.

-Is it me, or are they getting bigger? – Ten asked looking at you (more like eyeing you with thirsty gaze). His lips latched onto your nipple straight away, attending the other with his fingers and then swapping over. Kissing down your stomach, he pulled your trousers down your body, as he moved, worshiping every inch of your skin. Wet kisses left a trail on your legs, insides of your thighs would probably bloom with purple tomorrow, but you didn’t mind. His love and affection were all you cared about at that time.

You kissed his lips again, switching your position, your body hovering his, undressing him now. Wasn’t much to take off anyways, just his trousers and boxers, letting his treasure out of his clothing, licking the head of the first one of his cocks. Ten looked at you with a hungry gaze, moaning a “such a sweet girl for me”, while you sucked him deeper in your mouth, hollowing your cheeks, only to try getting him deeper down your throat.

Then you switched his cocks, taking the other one in your mouth, repeating the action, Ten’s abdomen was clenching, he was trying hard not to come like a teenager who experience a blow job for the first time, but your lips made it very hard for him.

He pulled you off him, your lips leaving his cock with a plop. Sitting across his lap, Ten made himself comfortable, his head resting on the pillows.

-Are you going to ride me? – he asked, being cheeky, you nodded, positioning yourself.

Ten licked his lips, giving you a hand, but to his surprise, you reached for his other cock first. Sliding it up your wet pussy lips, you gathered enough nectar for it to be slippery enough, then you closed your eyes, positioning it to your tight ass hole, pushing it in ever so slowly. Your bottom automatically grinded down on him, till his dick was deep enough in your tight hole, and Ten breathed out.

-You are making me crazy, baby, - he moaned, all the times he prepped you with a butt plug were paying of now.

Lifting yourself up, only to get back down, stretching your body to accommodate his length, you set a nice rhythmic movement, leaning in to kiss Ten’s lips. He was patently waiting for what was next. So, when you lifted yourself again, touching his other member, Ten indeed went to help you. His own hands reached for his other counterpart, sliding it between your lower lips, his own precum, providing even more lubrication.

The tip prodded at your entrance, your core clenching again, your hand reached for Ten’s, both of you sliding his cock into you, still, in a position like this, it wasn’t fully in, so you gave yourself a few more seconds to adjust like always. While at it, Ten’s lips drank from yours, his hands squeezing your bottom cheeks, spreading them apart, making you moan, and giving your butt cheeks a small and gentle slap.

Starting to move was a bit difficult, you had never felt so full, and this time it felt right with every fiber of your being, Ten smiled like a kid on the inside, your breasts were bouncing with every movement, and he got up in a seated position to suck on your nipples again.

You were rolling your hips, circling them around slowly, while his dicks slowly moved inside of you. Ten was nipping at your neck now, one of his hands fisting your hair, pulling you closer. Like always, this was not just a trip to pound-land, every inch of your skin now covered in sweat, enjoying the feeling of Ten so close to you.

Changing the tempo, to a bit faster, Ten moved back down, to see you riding him, your eyebrows raised, head thrown a bit back, erect nipples standing proud, as his hands held your hips, pushing deeper with every thrust, his cock brushing against your sensitive walls. Ten used his strength to give you a ride of a lifetime, as you continued bouncing on top of him.

-Are you close, - he moaned, lifting his legs up a bit, so he would reach deeper in your vagina, his cock now repeatedly hitting your cervix.

-Yes, - you moaned out, - oh yes, - holding your hands against Ten’s torso, you kept on circling your lips to slow down your approaching orgasm, until Ten’s fingers found your small bundle of nerves, providing your clitoris with a circular motion from his fingers.

As you came, Ten didn’t let you stop riding him, he continued to fuck you through your orgasm, earning an explicit amount of moans and swear words, pushing you off of him now, Ten pushed you on your stomach, your ass in the air, as he found his way, pushing his cocks back in, the top one sliding through your folds with ease, and the other, with a more forceful thrust down your butt.

He was holding onto you now, you were not able to say anything.

Not only this took you by surprise, but you found yourself drooling onto the pillows, trying to make yourself comfortable. Moans spilled from your lips, as Ten was aiming to reach his own extasy, his hand reached for your clit again, finding it in no time, only to hear you cry out from overstimulation.

-Puh…lease…. – you tried to say, hot tears streamed down your face.

Ten felt your orgasm approaching again, and just when you were about to cum, he pulled out of you, seeing how the liquid from your body squirted out like mad, your legs were shaking, mouth fell open, a strained cry left your lips, and Ten jacked off seeing you like this.

Reaching his peak, he positioned his cock just enough between your abused cunt, to fill it up, while the other dick, sheathed it’s nectar just above your butt hole, dripping down your but crack, and mixing with your own juices.

Ten smirked, satisfied, watching again, how your pussy was soaked with his thick cum, he licked his lips, leaning down. You saw him move vaguely, when you felt it, a shiver going down your spine. His lips once again found your cunt, drinking in all of your mixed juices, making you cry out again. Once he was done, he flipped you over to see your tear- stained face.

-Oh, baby, - he cooed, - was it too much?

You were about to smack him, if you would be able to, another tear left your eyes and Ten kissed it away.

-Let’s get you to shower, hmm? – you only nodded, and Ten picked you up, taking you into the bathroom, sitting you down on the washing machine, - hold on for me a bit, ok?

You nodded again, holding tightly against the machine. Ten ran a warm bath, while you waited, once in the tub, he brought you some juice, giving you it slowly, sip by sip. A warm cloth was soon accompanied with some soap, as he lathered your body with it, his hands wandering a bit more on your breasts and in between your legs, but you were too weak to protest.

Kisses on your lips, shoulders, even your legs, as he nursed you back to normal, small talk, asking you if you were ok, and are you better, left his lips. He washed your hair, massaging your scalp, pouring the water, holding your head in his arms as he washed you.

You finally were ready to open your eyes. You were greeted by Ten’s brown pupils and a soft kiss on your lips.

-Was I too rough? – he asked.

-A little bit, - you said, - but I enjoyed it, very much as you could see…

Ten nodded, getting up. He was still naked, his softened cocks now hanging down, you licked your lips out of habit.

-Not satisfied? – Ten giggled seeing your reaction. You playfully hit his thigh, - can you move your legs a bit?

Ten got into the bath on the opposite side, leaning towards you, he made his way in between your legs. His chest was pressed against your chest now, his lips kissing yours again.

-We can arrange something to quench your thirst, I suppose, - he giggled, your cheeks burned a bit now from his teasing. He sat back on his heels, and you grabbed the wash- cloth to give him a hand.

-My turn now, - you smiled as you touched his body, wiping the sweat from him, you also wiped his mouth and jaw, since it still was smeared with your essence and his, and to your surprise, his body came alive again, - what on …?

Ten laughed at your reaction.

-I am DYVLONY after all, Y/N, I can make love to you all night if you want me to… - he smiled, kissing you again.

- I would probably like that… - you smiled. Minutes later Ten helped you out of the tub, wrapping you both in a towel, he led you back to the room. Letting you sit down, he removed the soiled bed sheets, and changed them for new ones, you watched his naked body move around. – Ten?

-Huh? – he answered.

-How did you get two dicks?

He started laughing.

-Why?

-Just wondering if our baby would … you know…

Ten went to pick you up and place you on the bed, lying you down with him next to you.

-If that’s a boy, - he started, stroking your hair, - I hope he will inherit that, and make a girl very, very happy, - earning a giggle from you, - if we have a girl, I do hope she will be as beautiful as you…

-What a charmer, - you said and kissed Ten again.

-But to answer your question, there is only a couple of DYVLONY who has something similar to me, also, very rare to have both of them so equally big, like mine, so I am one of a kind… and this is the question you wanted to ask me… wahhhh, what do I do now?

His hands tickled your sides, and you let out a laugh, his hand now touching your side and stomach tenderly, he leaned down, to be eye level with your stomach.

-Hey, you, - he spoke, all of the sudden, for some reason, tears threatened to leave your eyes, - I cannot wait to see you, to hold you in our embrace, to teach you and to love you… - he kissed your tummy, - doesn’t matter who you are, we are waiting patiently for you, little one.

Looking up back at you, Ten saw the tears.

-Baby, baby, what’s wrong? – he got back to you, you shook your head.

-Nothing, - you cried softly, - it’s just so sweet, must be the hormones…

-You know what else my hormones want?

You watched in belief, Ten wiggled his eyebrows and got on top of you.

Let’s just say, he didn’t lie about making love to you all night…

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reminiscence. (? x f!reader) pt1

so THIS idea came to me the other night and i wasn’t quite sure if i wanted to make it into a fic or not but i’m already like way too excited about it so here we go hehe

!!! this is also my first legend of korra fic !!!

pt2

She could hear the heavy footfalls of someone coming down the steps and braced herself. The door swung open, revealing a tall and lanky man with dark hair. A red scarf was draped around his neck. She smiled gratefully up at him.

“Hi!” She said cheerfully, her voice wavering only slightly.

The door slammed in her face. After the initial shock, she started knocking. “Um! I’m not really sure what that was about but I could really use your help! If you would just give me a second-”

The city was incredibly loud. As the girl walked, she flinched at each new sound. It was overwhelming. She hadn’t experienced anything like this before. At least, she didn’t think she had. Her last week had been spent below deck on a freight ship, listening to the crash of the waves and the blow of the foghorn. The sound of people shouting and bells and the small beeps of the mobiles that drove past her all seemed so...loud. She didn’t want to be here. But she was in Republic City for a reason and it was currently a piece of paper that lay bunched in her fist in her pockets. The city was cold, too.

She followed the street signs and made a left, turning into a residential area. The buildings were nice, she thought to herself. She liked the architecture.

Her brisk pace slowed as she reached her destination. She walked up the concrete steps and took a deep breath, pressing her finger against the doorbell. Why did she feel so nervous? Was that normal?

She could hear the heavy footfalls of someone coming down the steps and braced herself. The door swung open, revealing a tall and lanky man with dark hair. A red scarf was draped around his neck. She smiled gratefully up at him.

“Hi!” She said cheerfully, her voice wavering only slightly.

The door slammed in her face. After the initial shock, she started knocking. “Um! I’m not really sure what that was about but I could really use your help! If you would just give me a second-” The door swung open again but she realized half a second too late and accidentally hit against his chest. “Oh, I’m so sorry.”

“What do you want, (Y/N)?” The man’s tone was as sharp and biting as the cold air. It made her wince.

“(Y/N)?” She repeated, tasting the name in her mouth. She couldn’t tell if it was familiar or not. “Is that my name? Do you know me?”

The man scoffed and gave her a massive eyeroll. “I’m sick of your games. Bolin’s not here, why don’t you go find someone else to bother?”

“Who?” She shut her eyes tight and shook her head. She was so frustrated. All week, she had been frustrated. “Please, just listen to me! I don’t remember anything about who I am. I woke up a week ago in a place I didn’t know but I didn’t even know if I really didn’t know it! All I had was this.” She hesitantly gave him the piece of paper. It was the only thing that had kept her grounded. It was all she had.

The man took the piece of paper between his fingers and eyed it. A flash of recognition crossed his face, but the girl did not notice it. She would have if she remembered who he was.

With a tired sigh, the man stepped aside, allowing the girl to enter. “Come upstairs.” She followed him quietly to the top of the steps, where the room opened up into an apartment. It was large, with windows overlooking the city. The view took her breath away. She looked around, trying hard to recognize something, but she couldn’t.

“Tell me everything that you know,” He said. He had a pen and paper. She swallowed.

“I don’t really know. I remember waking up but I didn’t know where I was. I didn’t know anyone. I don’t even know my own name, or how old I am, or if I have any family.” She could feel the tears stinging at the back of her eyes. She looked away so he wouldn’t see them fall. If she thought about how lost and alone she felt, she became worked up. “All I had was that piece of paper in my pocket. It seemed to be the only thing I had left of my life so I asked a man where it was. He told me Republic City and let me board his ship to get back there. He was very nice,” She finished quietly.

The man finished writing down her story and eyed her curiously. She stared back at him. “I know it seems insane,” She whispered, “But I really don’t know who I am. I came here to get some answers.”

“You’re (Y/N) (L/N),” He said, walking over to pick up the telephone. “I haven’t seen you in months.”

The next thing she--(Y/N)--knew was that the man was walking her down the street. He had introduced himself as Mako. She repeated his name slowly in her head. Mako. Mako. Mako. None of it rang a bell.

They walked to the docks where (Y/N) had started her day. He bought them two tickets and they waited patiently on a bench for the ferry to arrive. “Where are we going?” She asked. Mako made her nervous. He didn’t seem to like her very much.

“Air Temple Island,” He explained. “I know a few people who might be able to help you get your memory back. And then we never have to see each other again.”

(Y/N) frowned. “I can tell you don’t really like me, but I don’t have any of my memories so I don’t know why.”

“You’re not a very nice person,” Mako said simply. (Y/N’s) frown deepened and she looked down at her shoes. That didn’t make her feel very good. Was she mean in her past life? She didn’t feel mean now.

“I’d like a clean slate,” She said. She hated how small her voice sounded. “At least while I don’t have my memories.”

“I’m not the one who gets to decide that.” He stood and walked to the end of the dock. “Ferry’s here.”

The ride was quick and comforting. It reminded her of being out on the ocean. When they reached the docks of Air Temple Island, (Y/N) looked around for the person that would be helping her. Suddenly, a giant polar bear dog bounded in front of them, with a Water Tribe girl riding it. She was pretty, with copper skin and dark hair and piercing blue eyes. Her face was oddly serious.

“Who’s this?” She asked, her question directed at Mako.

“This is (Y/N),” He said. She gave a small wave.

“It’s nice to meet you.” The girl looked at Mako, her eyebrows shooting up high in surprise.

“This is (Y/N)?” She asked. “The (Y/N)?” Mako nodded.

“I think I’m missing something,” (Y/N) said. “Do I know you?”

“No, I came around after you were gone. I’m Korra. I’m the Avatar.”

(Y/N) looked up at Mako. “What’s that?”

“What’s the Avatar?” Korra asked, shocked. Mako held up a hand to stop her.

“(Y/N) has amnesia. She can’t remember anything. She didn’t even know her own name until I told it to her an hour ago. Can you or Tenzin help?”

Korra eyed her up and down. Her scrutinizing gaze made (Y/N) feel nervous, like she had done something wrong, but she wasn’t sure what. “We can try,” She said. “Kya’s here. She might do a better job than either of us.”

They walked up so many flights of stairs that (Y/N) was panting by the time they reached the Air Temple. An old man with a dark beard and an arrow tattooed on his head stood next to a woman with grey hair dressed in clothes that were similar to Korra’s.

“Tenzin, Kya, this is (Y/N),” Korra said. “She showed up on Mako’s doorstep this morning.”

“She doesn’t remember anything,” Mako said. “I had to tell her what her name was.” (Y/N) felt her cheeks get hot as she stared at these strangers. When she had imagined walking up to the address that was on the piece of paper, she had assumed it was going to be her family. Now she just felt like everyone was eyeing her as if she were a specimen.

“Why don’t you come inside with me?” Kya asked, taking (Y/N) by the arm. Her voice was the nicest one she had heard all day. (Y/N) smiled at her gratefully. “Quite a day you’re having, huh?”

“It’s been quite a week,” (Y/N) sighed. “I thought when I came back here I’d have all the answers but now I just have more questions than I started with. And that’s saying a lot.” Kya let out a chuckle. She led her to a room at the back of the house. It was simple, just a wooden room, but in the middle was a pool of crystal clear water.

“I’m a waterbender,” Kya explained. “Do you know what that is?” (Y/N) nodded. She knew the basics of the Four Nations. She even knew a little bit about Republic City, but that knowledge was a little more fuzzy. “Fantastic. I need you to take off your coat. I’m going to see if I can heal your memories.”

(Y/N) tossed her coat to the floor and with Kya’s help, entered the pool. “Just lie down and relax.” She did as she was told and let herself float atop the water. She closed her eyes. She could feel the warmth that radiated from Kya’s healing hands. For the first time since she woke up, she felt completely safe.

Outside, they were completely unsure of what to do. Tenzin, Mako, and Korra discussed the odd nature of the girl’s return. “You’re telling me,” Korra said, “That she just showed up out of nowhere after months of no one hearing from her and that doesn’t scream suspicious to you?”

“It’s definitely suspicious,” Mako admitted, “But I knew (Y/N). The old (Y/N), at least. When she told me how she felt, all I could think was that it seemed...genuine.”

“Seems like a trick to get Bolin back,” Korra grumbled.

“You both need to remember that the girl inside is not the same girl you know,” Tenzin held his head high as he imparted his wisdom onto the two teenagers. “You might have preconceived feelings regarding her but until she gets her memories back, you cannot hold the past against her. Especially if she doesn’t know what the past is.”

Kya emerged a few moments later, her face looking grave. “It’s worse than I expected. She didn’t just hit her head and forget a few things. Someone stole her memories.”

“How can you be sure?” Mako asked.

“I can feel a hole in her being,” Kya explained. “Everything that she ever knew about herself is gone.”

“How is that possible?” Tenzin mused.

“I don’t know. But it’s important that you all refrain from telling her everything about her past. It could overwhelm her and seriously damage her chances of ever getting her memories back.”

As if on cue, Bolin walked up the final steps of the temple, giving his friends a big wave. “Hey guys! How’s it going?”

Then, (Y/N) exited the house. Her hair and clothes were sopping wet. “I was wondering if I could get a change of clothes? I’m freezing.” She crossed her arms over herself to keep any warmth she might have had. Her eyes locked with the dark haired, green-eyed boy from across the pavilion. She smiled at him.

Kya and Korra rushed over to (Y/N) and quickly ushered her back inside. Mako watched as the smile on Bolin’s face slowly fell. He looked at his big brother, his expression sad. “Why is she here?”

Mako pulled Bolin to the side. “I told you not to come looking for me.”

“How was I supposed to know that you’d be here?” Bolin questioned. “Mako, tell me what’s going on!”

Mako sighed. He had hoped that he would’ve gotten a few days before Bolin found out about this, so he could perfectly piece together his explanation in a way that wouldn’t absolutely shatter all of the progress his brother had made in the past few months. “She showed up earlier today, at our house. She doesn’t remember anything about who she is. She doesn’t remember us.”

“You’re lying,” Bolin said, shaking his head. “It’s a trick. She’s just trying to--”

“Bolin,” Mako placed a hand on his brother’s shoulder. “Kya said that someone stole her memories.”

Bolin’s eyes started watering and his bottom lip began shaking. He wasn’t sure what was worse: that his ex-girlfriend was back or that she didn’t remember him.

“This is all she had with her.” Mako pulled the piece of paper (Y/N) had given to him at the beginning of their day. He handed it to Bolin, who unfurled it. He laughed bitterly, half-choked by the tears that spilled down his face.

“I wrote this,” He said softly. “I gave this to her on our first date and told her that if she ever needed to find me, this was where I’d be.” Mako stared sadly at his brother before pulling him into a hug.

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Captain’s Log | 1

; Starfleet Captain!Jungkook x Ex-Borg!Reader

; Genre: Fluff, angst, future smut

; Word Count: 6.6k

; Synopsis:  Freshly promoted Captain Jeon Jungkook is one of the youngest captain’s in Starfleet history. Sent on a mission to provide aid to a fellow starship, he grapples with multiple problems from a Q who seems to be trying to be human and calling himself Seokjin to having the only Romulan in Starfleet on board and the intricacies of dealing helping an ex-borg crew member readjust. Whether he’ll manage to succeed is another matter altogether, but he’ll try his hardest to prove the USS Yi Sun-Sin deserves a place amongst the most famous ships in Starfleet.

; A/N: So...I’ve just decided to split this. And by split it...I may or may not continue it. I’m not sure how this will be received or if people will even enjoy given it relies very heavily on the Star Trek world. If I can get my inspiration back then I will definitely write the second part which will probably be much longer!

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Captain Jeon Jungkook stood in the small transport ship, staring out of the viewport with his breath caught in his throat. Before him, was the vast expanse of space. Thousands of tiny twinkling specks of light dotted the view, each one a star that was hundreds, thousands or even millions of light-years away.

There was every chance those stars could already be dead. The big ones would have swelled, more extensive and more substantial as they tried to survive by burning as many gasses as they could before finally going supernova and exploding. All that would remain is a neutron star, the compressed core of what had once been a magnificent sun or instead, a black hole that would eat at the very fabric of the universe.

Smaller stars would simply burn out, becoming white dwarves and cooling for millions of years as they became invisible. Forgotten. What Jungkook was looking at, was visual proof that those stars had existed.

But that wasn’t what interested him.

No, what interested him was the monumental structure that hung in the deadness of space, beyond the atmosphere of Earth. McKinley Station was massive on a scale he couldn’t comprehend. Giant in the kind of way that only space could provide. It was one of Starfleet’s pride and joy, a spacedock that birthed the spaceships that protected the hundreds of planets in the Federation.

Cradled gently in the spacedock’s arms, like a loving mother just waiting to let her child go, sat one of those spaceships. She was brand new, her paint glistening in the lights that shone around her. Like other ships of her class, Curiosity, she had the familiar saucer section that took up a large portion of her size while towards the back, her currently powered down warp nacelles flowed out in two straight lines.

A pale grey, the only notable thing on her was the lettering scrawled across the top of her saucer. It slowly came into view as the transport moved around, letting Jungkook get a good look.

The larger script read her registry number, NCC-75715. It was the clearest text, but he wasn’t interested in that. No, he was interested in what was written above that in a smaller font.

USS Yi Sun-Sin.

Her name. The name she would be known by across the stars. The reason he was interested in the magnificent ship, so new that she would probably have the delightful fresh smell when he got on board, was that she was his. 

Captain Jeon Jungkook, one of the youngest captains in Starfleet history, was the captain of the brand new USS Yi Sun-Sin. This was the first time he’d ever laid eyes on her, but he could feel his heart swelling with pride already as he watched the ship get closer and closer. He would lead her crew through the galaxy, make the hard decisions, explore the unexplored and defend the defenceless. 

It was still hard for him to realise that he’d made it. His years at Starfleet Academy had gone perfectly. Almost too perfectly. The highest grades, the best physical performance and graduated top of his class. He’d only been beaten in the mathematics and physics sections by a Vulcan, which was unsurprising.

After that, he’d run through the ranks of Starfleet at an exponential rate. As a result, he was only 31 and already a captain. His parents were beyond happy and bursting with pride that their little boy had made it to the honoured ranks of Starfleet. Just an ordinary guy from a small city called Busan.

Yet here he was. About to embark upon the greatest adventure.

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One Year Later

“Engineering, what’s the status on the warp drive?” Jungkook asked, his finger pressed onto the screen embedded into the arm of his comfortable captain’s chair. The bridge stretched before him, a small space before reaching the helm and beyond that was the enormous viewscreen that let him see what lay beyond the Yi Sun-Sin.

A scientific anomaly in the nebula they’d been studying for the last week had caused the warp drive to unexpectedly power down. They’d been operating on thrusters since, managing to push the ship just far enough that they’d left the nebula. Engineering had been working on the drive ever since, frantically running through diagnostics and repairing blown conduits.

A starship without a warp drive wasn’t of much use to anyone. Jungkook was desperate to get it working again so he could get both his ship and crew away from any potential danger.

The last thing he needed right now was for a Borg cube to randomly fly by.

That thought ran through his head and he cringed at the thought, pushing it away quickly. He hoped that didn't happen. With the current roster, Jungkook didn't need his crew needing yet another reason to hate the Borg.

Not that he'd begrudge anyone for their negative feelings regarding the Borg. They were terrifying and Jungkook prayed to whatever god would hear him that he would never have to come across them. 

Any alien species they found that they deemed to be a worthy addition to their gigantic Collective was swiftly captured and assimilated. Rarely did those people ever manage to return once taken.

But a few did.

When he’d been choosing the crew for his ship, Jungkook had had the pick of a wide range of capable candidates. He’d quickly earned himself the Captain of Lost Causes title amongst his peers when they saw who he’d chosen.

His crew was eclectic, to say the least.

And that included an ex-Borg. The only ex-Borg in Starfleet since the demise of Icheb, a capable officer who had unfortunately been killed to harvest his Borg parts. Jungkook, and everyone else in Starfleet, had found that a sad day. Even more so because it had been the infamous Seven of Nine who had delivered the parting blow, ending his suffering when she found him.

He couldn’t even begin to imagine how painful that had been for her. A lot of people were under the assumption that those who had once been Borg still retained their lack of humanity. Or whatever you called that in other species. They were wrong. People had it, they just didn’t know how to access it anymore.

Which was why he’d picked you to be his astrometrics officer. You had retained your knowledge from when you’d been in the Borg Collective, one drone amongst millions, even billions. That meant you had a formidable knowledge of space and how to traverse it, a mathematical mind that could only be met by an android and an innate understanding of science.

Needless to say, you were a brilliant Starfleet officer. 

You didn’t quite make such a good human though. Along with struggling to find your place amongst free-minded individuals once more, your social skills found much to be desired as well. Everyone on board Yi Sun-Sin knew about you, and they all knew about the problems you had faced in Starfleet Academy when it came to others.

Jungkook had found you endlessly fascinating for the first few weeks. Your lack of awareness regarding certain social graces and your complete disregard for rules if you felt they were interfering with something worthwhile had both bemused and exasperated him.

When he’d been given this ship, the only thing he’d thought about had been how to ensure he was commanding a large number of Starfleet personnel efficiently and with care. He wanted to be the kind of captain whom people were confident about coming to with their problems while also inspiring strong loyalty to take them into dangerous situations.

He most certainly had not expected what had happened with you over the last year. Not that he particularly regretted any of it. Starfleet didn’t have any concrete regulations when it came to fraternizing. Jungkook knew because he’d frantically scanned them all when he’d realised how deep he was into his feelings. All he’d been able to do was maintain that his personal life remained personal and that when in command, he didn’t let anything interfere with his job.

Alongside you though, he’d also taken on Lieutenant Commander Jimin. The slight man was currently standing behind the communications console to the left of Jungkook at the back of the bridge. He was Jungkook’s second officer and a Romulan. The only Romulan in Starfleet. Just like you, it had made him a little bit of an outcast amongst his fellow officers and cadets at the Academy.

Romulans were not exactly renowned for being friends of Starfleet. But Jimin’s family had fled Romulus before he’d even been born, gaining asylum on Earth and becoming productive members of society. Jimin had never known what it was like to be amongst Romulans; he’d never even seen the homeworld of his species.

That didn’t stop people from distrusting him though. From viewing him through the lens of hostility and anger. Unsurprisingly, he’d somehow formed a friendship with you and it pleased Jungkook to see that you both at least had each other.

But that wasn’t what was important right now. The damn warp drive was.

“Engineering reporting,” The soft and feminine voice of his Chief Engineer, Siyeon, filtered through to the bridge. “We have almost managed to fix the drive, Captain. I estimate another hour and a second test run will be required before I can recommend restarting the warp drive safely.”

Her words were brisk and precise, the famous mark of the ever so logical Vulcans. Siyeon had been the Vulcan to beat him in the subjects he’d hadn’t come top in at the Academy, her analytical mind pursuing her to move through the engineering ranks. When he’d seen her name available for his crew he’d jumped to bring her aboard, promoting her to a senior rank.

She was exactly like she’d been at the Academy, almost unaged due to her extended Vulcan lifespan. Long black hair in an understated cut, eyebrows in a straight line that made it a little hard to understand what she was thinking sometimes and the familiar pointed ears of her race. Due to the same origins of their species, she looked remarkably similar to Jimin with his ruffled black hair, straight brows and pointed ears.

Jungkook was glad to have her on board though. He felt like she could see problems that he hadn’t even considered before and sometimes came up with solutions that seemed surprisingly creative for a Vulcan. Though her second was a human. Chaos incarnate.

“Great, let me know when it’s ready and we’ll give it a try.”

“Acknowledged.” 

He has to purse his lips to stop himself from laughing at her brusque dismissal. It was still jarring to be dealt with in so quick of a manner but Jungkook knew that Siyeon didn’t mean to be rude. She just had more important things to worry about. 

“Jimin,” Jungkook called out to the Romulan, looking back and taking in his immediately alert stance. “Are the sensors showing anything?”

His direct gaze leaves Jungkook’s to look down at his console once more, fingers flying as he taps in commands and looks over everything. The top part of Jimin’s uniform above his heart is solid gold in colour, signifying he’s part of the operations division. It makes his slim shoulders look slightly broader, but not by much.

“Nothing in front or to the side of us, sir. I can’t confirm behind us. We’re still too close to the nebula and our sensors can’t penetrate.” Jungkook always found it a little odd, even after six months, to be staring at someone who resembled a stoic Vulcan so strongly and yet was the complete opposite. Jimin spoke with urgency, a slight tinge of worry in his voice as he was unable to give Jungkook everything he wanted while his brows dipped towards each other as his face gave away even more.

Romulans had never embraced cold logic like their cousins. If anything, Jimin was prone to bouts of rage if he was pushed to his limit. Quick to take offence and even quicker to take action. An unfortunate Romulan trait.

“That’s fine Commander, don’t worry too much over it. We’re still moving away so keep checking. Sensors at max, I want to be aware of every tiny meteor flying even remotely near us in this sector. I do not want to be surprised.” A brusque nod accompanied Jimin’s acknowledgement and Jungkook turned his attention to the next thing on his list.

Looking over to the chair next to him, he raised a slight brow at the Bajoran male sitting there. For a few moments, Commander Yoongi Min didn’t seem to realise his captain wanted his attention. He was too busy scanning over a datapad that had been handed to him by an ensign.

“Min?” Jungkook prompted, causing Yoongi to look up abruptly. The familiar ridges on the upper bridge of his nose gave away his Bajoran heritage, alongside the traditional decorative earpiece that was connected with tiny chains to the shell of his ear, an important part of his culture.

Licking his lips, Yoongi coughed slightly before nodding as he collated the reports he’d been given while Jungkook’s had been busy. 

“Sickbay reports ten injured when the conduits blew on deck 11, section B and C. No other casualties. Engineering teams have already repaired those conduits. Holodeck 1 is out for the moment due to a power surge caused. No ETA for the moment.” He carried on, the reports less important now he’d gotten the big ones out of the way but Jungkook still listened intently as his mind raced.

Once finished, he nodded his thanks to Yoongi before contacting sickbay for an update from his Chief Medical Officer, Dr Dahyun Troi. 

“Dr Troi, how are the casualties? Are you okay down there? Do you need any extra help?” There was a brief pause but he didn’t push it. He may be the captain of this starship but the Chief Medical Officer was the only person who was allowed to give him orders if necessary. The last thing he wanted was to aggravate her.

“Captain, we’re looking good here. I’ve already treated and released four of the casualties. Another three are probably going to be able to go in half an hour once I’ve given them a final scan. The last three are going to be here a little longer, I’m afraid. Ensign Adewale has a crushed left leg that will require surgery to repair while Lieutenant Martinez has suffered head trauma. I can’t give a firm diagnosis on Lieutenant Kapoor, though I do have a feeling that we may have to divert to a Starbase for the medical facilities there to look after her. There may be amputation required.” Dahyun’s voice was calm and gentle despite what she was reporting.

It made her the perfect doctor in Jungkook’s opinion. Always reassuring and with a soft tone of tranquillity, she managed to keep her patients relaxed even under the most stressful and painful of times. 

Which made sense. She was half-human and half-Betazoid, a telepathic race which allowed them to be empathic. The ship’s counsellor, Commander Taehyung Grax, was a full Betazoid. His stronger abilities made him a better option for sensitively dealing with the crew's psychological issues.

“Okay, keep me updated on whatever you need. We’ll plot a course to the nearest Starbase just in case.” Jungkook responds, ending the communication. Taking in a deep breath, he just lets himself have a moment to compile his thoughts and just...breathe. He hasn’t slept in almost twenty-four hours.

Logically, he knows that he could just leave the bridge and get some rest. Yoongi would keep track of everything for him and call him back if anything critical needed his attention.

The soft noise of the elevator doors opening caught his attention, looking over to see you walking out with your usual, self-assured strides. Your face was carefully blank, the Borg implant along your jawline matched with another at your temple. They’d been too interwoven with important nerves to be removed.

“Captain, the astrometrics lab is functioning as expected-” Anything else you were about to say is cut off by the sudden movement of Lieutenant Commander Jung Hoseok. The Chief Security Officer, normally so jovial and bright, moved at what seemed like warp speed to the main area of the bridge, his phaser pointed in front of him while he called for more security.

“Who are you. Identify yourself.” He said sternly, his elegant face like a stone as he watches the newcomer with wary eyes. Every tiny movement is tracked and before Jungkook even realises what he’s doing, he’s standing as well. Brow creasing, he looks over the man who has appeared in a flash of white light.

“I know who he is,” Ensign Namjoon Dax, the chief helmsman said softly. “He’s a Q.”

“Oh no, please no.” Yoongi moaned softly from Jungkook’s side, a hand coming to rub at his face. There was no need for Jungkook to question why he was reacting like that because even he knew what that meant. It had, unsurprisingly, become required reading to go over the reports from Captain Picard, Captain Janeway and Captain Sisko regarding their encounters with the being simply known as ‘Q’.

It was both his name and the name of his race. Extra-dimensional beings with immense power over time, space and plenty of other things that Jungkook desperately didn’t want to get involved with. Like the laws of physics, for starters.

Q was not something that any Starfleet officer wanted to get involved with. Because for as monumentally powerful as they are, as knowledge as they were, they were like petulant children. Constantly bored and wanting to play with the ants. Of which Starfleet ships often ended up being their playthings.

“You’re right, I’m a Q. How did you know? It’s my dashing good looks, isn’t it? Nothing in your universe could possibly compare to this exquisite facade. Handcrafted by the...well I don’t know but that’s not important.” Q said, his full lips spreading into a beautiful smile.

He wasn’t wrong. The alien man stood before Jungkook was good looking, to the point it almost looked unnatural. Tall and with broad shoulders, he had jet black hair that was swept off his forehead in an elegant style while his large eyes practically sparkled with mischief.

It made Jungkook feel ill.

“I know...because I’ve dealt with a Q before. The Q.” Namjoon is still sitting at this console, the red of his uniform denoting his command division and Jungkook feels a small swell of pride at how calm he’s being. Although, there’s no reason to get hysterical. From what he’d read, there was absolutely nothing he could do to make Q disappear until he got bored and left.

“Really? I don’t remember you,” Q said, puckering his lips into a pout while one dark brow rose as he scanned over the helmsman. “Handsome, tall, those familiar markings on your face...you’re a Trill. Do you have one of those creepy worm things in your stomach too?”

Gesturing towards Namjoon, Q’s nose scrunches up in disgust. Trill’s were a humanoid race and some of them were ‘joined’ with a symbiont. A worm-like creature that could only live in the body of a Trill, which was passed from host to host. As a result, Namjoon had the memories and knowledge of all the former hosts of his symbiont.

Including meeting Q, apparently.

“I have a symbiont, yes. And you won’t remember me. I’ve only been joined for a year. You might remember one of my previous hosts though? Jadzia Dax? From Deep Space 9?” There’s a brief moment of quiet as Q thinks before his mouth drops open and he points at Namjoon.

“Yes! You were very beautiful. Though you wore blue then, not red? And you were a woman. Is it strange, going from gender to gender?”

“No. It’s natural. I’m the Chief Helmsman of the Yi Sun-Sin whereas Jadzia was a science officer. You don’t look like that Q though.” Clearing his throat, Jungkook tries to turn the conversation to himself. He was the captain of this ship, after all, it felt odd to be so clearly excluded from the conversation.

“Oh well, that wasn’t me. That was my brother, Q. He shared his memory of you, that’s why I know. I’m Q. But I’ve been quite bored lately so I thought I’d try out this whole...living like one of you things. So, you can call me Captain Seokjin! Reporting for duty!” He says this brightly, grinning as he salutes. There’s another flash of light and suddenly, the plain white robes he’d been wearing are turned into a Starfleet uniform.

A command uniform...with the relevant pips of a Starfleet Captain on his collar.

Letting out a groan, Jungkook tries to control himself as he realises that he wasn’t going to be getting out of this easily. A Q who wanted to be human, or at least act like a Starfleet officer? At least cadets at the Academy were going to remember his name after being forced to read this report as well.

“You can’t just...turn up here and demand to be part of our crew,” Jungkook states, as calmly as he can with high blood pressure rising this much. “Can’t you...go to one of the inhabited planets if you want to live like us? Find a city and-”

“Pssht!” He’s interrupted by Q, or rather Seokjin, lifting a hand and making a gesture as if he was trying to blow away a bad odour. Baffled at being interrupted so blasé, Jungkook just stares at him for a moment with wide eyes before looking over at Yoongi. His second-in-command just gave him an unsure shrug, uncertainty written all over his face.

“I said I want to live like one of you. That means on one of your fancy starships, getting into danger and fighting bad guys. I wanna pew pew everyone!” Finger guns at the ready, Seokjin pretends to fire at Hoseok. When his Chief Security Officer just scowls at the intruder, Seokjin just grins and laughs.

Pressing at his temple, Jungkook reminded himself that headaches didn’t exist anymore. They’d been cured long ago. He was just feeling a phantom headache, that was all.

“You can’t just...waltz onto a starship and give yourself a command. For starters, there’s only one captain and that’s me. Another point is that you are most definitely not qualified to be on this ship. You haven’t passed Starfleet Academy, therefore you can’t be given a rank of any kind. And even if I did give you a field rank, it would be Ensign. Because I don’t know what you can do. If I’d even want to let someone as...chaotic as you even touch anything.” Maybe he went a little too far with that. Some of his words felt a little bit harsh and Jungkook had to work hard not to give away that he was uncomfortably aware that he might have pissed the omnipotent being off.

But all Seokjin does is sighs dramatically, rolling his eyes and flapping his arms around in a remarkably childlike tantrum. 

Subtly raising one hand, Jungkook calls for the security team to stand down. They do so slowly, unhappiness at the order apparent but they can’t go against their captain’s order. Straightening, Hoseok keeps a firm hand on his phaser, the gold of his uniform clashing slightly with the red he’d decided to colour his hair with recently.

“Why not? I’m more powerful than you anyway. I could take you places you’ve never even heard of. How about the Kinmara system?” Clicking his fingers, there’s a flash of light and the view out of the large screen changes abruptly. Instead of the vast expanse of space, there’s a large planet creeping into view.

“What the...where are we?” Jungkook asks, looking over at Jimin with wide eyes. His operations officer is staring with equally wide eyes before scanning the information on his console, rapidly touching it as he changes what he sees. 

“I...I don’t know. The star charts don’t match up with any of the stars out there and we don’t have this planet in the system. From what I can see...it’s an M-Class with a breathable atmosphere. Gravity slightly stronger than Earth but within acceptable parameters. Multiple life signs across the planet.” He stutters slightly, eyes flickering from the view to Seokjin before moving back to Jungkook.

An M-Class meant it was habitable to life forms like humans or Vulcans. The fact that it wasn’t charted, or explored, meant that Seokjin had no doubt used his immeasurable powers to transport the Yi Sun-Sin who knows how many lightyears away from their previous location.

“Yes, it’s called Kinmara. The system is named after it. It has two moons, one of which is also inhabited and is called Breehana. Lovely place, the weather is beautiful and the ocean is just right. Only the ocean is pink, as you can see. I love pink, it’s so pretty to look at, don’t you think? Anyway, the Mara’s, the name of the race down there, don’t get many visitors so you might find it interesting to visit.” Looking back over at the Q, Jungkook realises suddenly that he’s also materialised himself into a fancy chair.

It takes a lot of effort to bite his tongue and not snap at the powerful being. Jungkook needs to get back to where they were, and Seokjin is the only one who can do that. Especially when they didn’t even have warp drive yet.

“I’m sure it’s a lovely place to visit, but right now I would appreciate it if you would just transport us back to where we were? You see, we need to make some final repairs to our warp drive so we’re not interested in exploring Kinmara right now. But if you let us know where it is on a star chart then I’m sure someone at Starfleet will eventually get round to exploring it closer.” Giving a genial smile, Jungkook gives himself a mental pat on the back. He didn’t even sound remotely annoyed then, perfect.

Only he forgot that he’s not dealing with some rational lifeform. He’d read enough about the previous encounters with Q, and read the regulations on how to handle an encounter with one, plenty of times to know that there was no such thing as rational to them. They did what they wanted, when they wanted and how they wanted.

Unfortunately, this Q had chosen the Yi Sun-Sin to be his plaything for today. Which meant that headache that shouldn’t exist was beginning to very much feel like it existed.

“Oh, are we not exploring today? How about some action instead? I know the perfect place.” Another snap of his fingers and everything goes white once more. What takes a mere second feels like minutes, with Jungkook dreading what they’ll be faced with. Because if there’s one thing he’s certain of right now, it’s that it would not be where they’d started.

He’s greeted with a vista of space when he finally opens his eyes, the twinkling lights of far-off stars as familiar to him as the back of his hand. A welcoming sight.

What is not welcoming, however, is the immediate alarm that begins to blare through the bridge. Automatically, the lights dim and a familiar, if unwanted, red light begins to flash throughout the bridge while screens begin to show what the ship deems to be important information. 

Red alert. The standard Starfleet setting for when enemy ships are detected or they go to battle stations. Automatically, the ship has put itself into red alert when something has triggered its sensors. Under normal circumstances, this would mean the Yi Sun-Sin would be primed and ready for battle with weapons ready.

With no warp drive though, it was just a foreboding sound that chilled Jungkook to his very bones. Because there was something out there. Something that his ship deemed a danger to itself and her crew. Something he couldn’t fight.

“Sensors?!” He barks, jerking into movement. Hoseok doesn’t even waste a breath, practically leaping behind the security console and tapping at the screen. There’s no need to ask what he’s doing, Jungkook already knows that he’s trying to see if there’s anything they could do to fight.

“One ship, sir. It’s spotted us, five-million kilometres out and closing. It’s…” Jimin trails off, his already pale face draining even more as his mind acknowledges what he’s reading. His reaction alone makes Jungkook feel sick. Romulans weren’t prone to fear when it came to fighting. They lived for this kind of stuff, beaten only perhaps by the Klingons.

“It’s a Borg sphere, Captain.” The soft words come from behind him and he spins around, eyes widening while the rest of his expression freezes in dual shock and dismay. Your face is carefully neutral, just like it always is and he watches as you work through the data on your astrometrics panel. The sensors for your area are far more sensitive than the general navigation, which makes it no surprise that you’d figured it out first.

“Borg?” He almost whispers. There’s no need to look at the rest of the crew. The subtle wave of fear at the incoming ship moves around the bridge like a harsh wind. But at the same time, he feels a thread of pride at the actions of his senior command. No one panics or starts shouting, instead there’s an odd silence that soon turns the fear into resolve.

There may not be a lot that they could do, but Jungkook would be damned if the Yi Sun-Sin didn’t go down fighting in some way. Even if he had to ram the sphere. Did it make him a bad captain if he’d much rather his crew die in a suicide mission than be assimilated into a lifeless collective?

Glancing back over at you, he sees what no one else does. The fear in your eyes. The pure terror at the knowledge that the Collective you had once been a part of was so close to taking you again. From many conversations with you over the months, both casual and a little more intimate just before sleeping, Jungkook knew that you would rather die than go back.

There was no individual in the Borg. No one person, no freedom of thought of free will. There was only the Collective. A central mind that connected to every single Borg throughout the galaxy, billions upon billions of minds all working as one with no thoughts of their own. You had immeasurable knowledge from all the information that the Borg had harvested from the races they had assimilated over time, but you were terrified of losing your individuality once more.

A Borg drone, which you had once been, was nothing. The Collective thought nothing of killing off drones they deemed defective or those that couldn’t be repaired. There was no compassion, no empathy. No love.

Yes. Jungkook would rather his crew die than put them through that. He didn’t think he’d have many complaints about it either.

Perhaps a little selfishly too, he couldn’t bear the thought of putting you through that once more. You’d finally learnt how to be an individual once more and were exploring your humanity. The thought of you lost forever once more was even more painful.

Looking over at Seokjin, Jungkook gritted his teeth and pointed at him with fury. If only the Q didn’t have the kind of power that Jungkook couldn’t even begin to imagine or understand. He would sincerely love to punch the smug, handsome asshole.

“Take. Us. Back. I told you, we have no warp drive! That means we have no weapons! You’re not going to get the battle you wanted. We can’t fight the Borg, not like this. Take us back! You can be on the ship, fine whatever! Just...don’t touch anything and let us just do our mission! Please.” He begged, about ready to get on his knees if necessary. 

Maybe it wasn’t very becoming for a Starfleet captain, but he didn’t care right now. He had no idea where they were in the galaxy and if the Borg got them, then Starfleet would never know either. The Yi Sun-Sin would go down as missing in action, just another mystery that would never be solved.

But Seokjin’s attention has moved onto you, a curious expression taking over. Tilting his head slightly, he walks over to you with long, elegant strides that make it seem like he’s been on this bridge many times. It annoys Jungkook and he has to ball his hands into fists to stop himself from lashing out at the Q.

You could take care of yourself, he knew that. Jungkook had far more important things to stress over than Seokjin taking a sudden interest with you. So it’s with great pains that he turns away and begins to bark orders at his bridge crew, demanding the status of weapons before patching through to engineering and getting an update from them.

“What are you?” Seokjin asks you, eyes of a deep chocolate brown scanning your frame up and down repeatedly. Unlike anyone else on the bridge, the colour of the top portion of your uniform is blue. A signifier of the science division, it was rare for you to be on the bridge; Jungkook wished that you weren’t here right now given the way Seokjin was looking at you speculatively. 

He shouldn’t have been concerned though because you handled the omnipotent being with the same, cool regard that you did everything else. It had been a little frustrating when he’d first taken command, even more so when he’d realised that he had a potential romantic interest but he loved it right now.

Because you just stared at Seokjin, your gaze not giving away a single hint of emotion or expression. A slight tilt of your head gives away that you’re considering him and Jungkook probably shouldn’t get as much satisfaction as he does by the way Seokjin shuffles, almost as if he’s awkward.

“You are a Q. The Borg have never met your species before. I have no frame of reference for how to engage with you except for the reports from Starfleet.” As usual, your words are straightforward and precise. No one ever has to worry about whether you hold hidden intentions, it’s simply not in your nature anymore to engage in subterfuge.

“The Borg,” Seokjin sounds surprised and he scans over you a few more times, brow rising. “You can’t be an actual Borg, they wouldn’t let you stay here. Not to mention you don’t have all that ugly machine stuff on you. Humanoid and in a Starfleet uniform. You were a Borg, but now you’re not with the Collective anymore. How fascinating.”

“Very. Captain, if you will excuse me then I have duties to attend to.” You’re looking at Jungkook now, lips pursed expectantly. Pausing in his questions to everyone else, Jungkook nods and permits you to leave the bridge. It’s not unnoticed by him the way Seokjin watches you in fascination as you leave. His stomach turns at the sight and worry fills him.

Not that there’s any point. You can take care of yourself and more importantly, none of them could stop whatever Seokjin wanted to do.

“How very interesting.” Jungkook can’t help but glare at the Q as he watches you leave, twisting his lips in a bizarrely human gesture. Finally, he reaches his boiling point and points in frustration out of the viewscreen.

“Borg. Danger. Leave. Now.” Part of him knows that he shouldn’t be as blunt and rude, not when the situation was this dangerous. But he didn’t care, he just wanted his crew and ship away from danger. Something that Jungkook couldn’t do himself. He’d begged, he’d argued and now he was being firm.

If Seokjin wanted to pretend to be part of his crew then he would have to learn to take orders from him. It was the only way this whole stupid thing was going to work without causing Jungkook some serious stress. The very fact that he was even considering this said volumes about the fear and pressure Jungkook was under right now.

Exhaling slowly, he pleaded with himself internally to keep himself calm. From what he’d read about the Q, and that was the race as a whole, it wouldn’t do to antagonise him. It’d do no one any good if he decided to just disappear, leaving the Yi Sun-Sin to its fate.

“Fine, fine. Urgh, you lower lifeforms have no sense of adventure. You’re all so boring.” A click of his fingers sends everything white once more. Once his vision clears, Jungkook immediately starts barking orders to his crew. He didn’t need to though, they were automatically moving like a well-oiled machine.

“We’re back where we started, captain,” Jimin confirms with a nod of his head, his gaze still focused on the readout from his console. He doesn’t say anything more, his fingers too busy darting across the screen as he takes in what he’s seeing.

“Well, this was a waste of my time. I’ll be back when the fun starts.” With that, Seokjin vanishes. The bridge is eerily silent for a few minutes after he’s gone, everyone looking at each other in confusion as the red alert status disappears now they’re safe again.

“Is he gone?” Yoongi asks, looking over at Hoseok. The security chief glances down to his console, lips pursing as he scans through the information before nodding his head slowly.

“No...Q life-signs detected on board. Or rather, only what we expect should be onboard. Looks like he’s really gone.” Something inside Jungkook relaxes and he suddenly feels so, unbelievably, tired. Groaning quietly, he flops back into the captain’s seat and rubs at his forehead. He should visit the medical bay, it’s not natural to have a headache.

“Okay. Okay, well. He’s going to come back, we know that. Just be prepared, warn everyone on board and I want to be informed the moment he turns out. Hoseok, you better make sure your security team is ready for anything he decides to do. I know you probably can’t do anything but it’ll sure as hell make me feel better. Yoongi, get onto engineering and see if they can speed this whole thing up. I want to be gone as soon as possible, is that understood?” Yoongi nods, automatically turning to the interface in his chair.

“Yes sir, I’ll collate reports from all departments and send them to your ready room.” Nodding to his second-in-command, Jungkook stands and stretches with a groan. He’d spent long enough on the bridge and he just wanted some time to relax. But he couldn’t do that, not yet.

“Great. I’m going to head to sickbay, check-in with Dr Troi as my head is killing after that incident. Then I’m gonna try and get some rest. You’ve got the bridge Yoongi, once the engines are fixed and working then get us going again. Warp 8, back on our path. And...send a report to Starfleet about what’s happened. Try and get some advice on what to do with all this. Everyone good with their orders?” Looking around, everyone on the bridge nodded in acknowledgement to him and a weight lifted off his shoulders.

He had a good bridge crew, and he knew that he could rely on them while he was gone. Heading over to the turbolift, entering the circular car and asking for the desk that medical bay was one. Pinching the bridge of his nose, he sighed as it began to move.

“Fuck.”

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[sleepless-stories]

A Shot In The Storm

Summary: A world where People are given scores rating the strength of their powers. There are myths of assassins who kill and target people who have no powers or have a large amount of power and who they deem too powerful. Logan and Virgil were in a happy relationship. Then Logan goes to get tested and it results in a score higher than anyone would've thought. This score leading to Logan's demise. Following Logan's death, caught up in grief Virgil begins to hunt those he believes to be responsible, and starts to kill them. 

Ships: Analogical

Warnings: Major Character Death, Killing/Murder, Kidnapping, Blood/Gore, Violence, Weapons (Knives, Guns), Torture, Threats, Governmental Conspiracy, Angst (Little to no comfort), Panic Attacks, Oxygen Deprivation, Grief/Mourning

As a Part of the @sandersidesbigbang Art for fic by @lickoutyourbrains  (Here) Beta Read by @5-falsehoods-phonated

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Virgil walked through the city, hood over his head as he walked. Passing the signs and billboards, advertising to get your power test rating, as he walked down the sidewalk. 

Go get tested today! Get your results Find your strength 

The tests were required by the state to be taken every year. If you were recorded not taking a test in a single year, you’d be brought to one by the city’s security, maybe even put in jail for a few hours. 

Every year Virgil had taken the test he just constantly scored in the low 20s, which wasn’t bad. Nobody ever scored over 40 afterall. Even with the score ratings going up to 150, not a single person scored that high ever, it was practically impossible. It wasn’t known why or how nobody scored that anywhere near 150, maybe powers declined in strength over the years. Some said that those who scored high had too much power, that they burned out, dying from all that power, or even went mad with power and tried to attack people and the city. Then those few rumored people who did end up scoring high, disappeared. They didn’t really exist. There were rumors… theories, that they did exist, and were taken out. That the city had contracted assassins to eliminate those who scored high, they were deemed too powerful, too dangerous to exist. Nobody really ever confirmed anything, they couldn’t… everything was rumored or conspiracies. 

Virgil shook his head, ignoring the billboards, and  pulled his hood more over his face, crossing his arms as cold breezes passed by him. The air felt heavy, humid, like it was going to rain in the next coming days, or hours, the darkened clouds just confirmed that.

Virgil walked through the crowds going to his boyfriend's apartment. He walked into the building getting into an empty elevator. Virgil looked at the button panel and pressed to go to the 5th floor. He stood silently as the elevator slowly took him up, making a humming noise as it ascended floors. Gladly the elevator went up, not stopping on any other floors. It dinged as it got to the floor, the doors slowly sliding open. 

Virgil sighed relieved, running a hand through his hair as he walked out then down the grey hallway lined with apartment doors. Virgil finally got to Logan’s apartment door, lightly knocking at it waiting for an answer. 

Logan opened the door in surprise, “Good morning, what are you doing here?”

“Just wanted to stop by, say hello… You don’t have work today, do you?” Virgil asked, he didn’t think Logan did… but he didn’t want to interrupt him and be in the way. 

Logan shook his head, stepping out of the way, “No, today is my day off. I’m just surprised at seeing you. I didn’t expect you to be coming.” 

“Sorry, I should’ve texted.” Virgil sighed walking in. 

Logan shook his head, shutting the door softly, “No need, you do have a key. You’re welcome over whenever you please.” 

Virgil smiled and stepped closer pulling Logan into a hug. 

Logan wrapped his arms around him hugging back. “It’s quite good to see you, though a nice surprise too.” 

Virgil laughed softly, pulling away, “So what were you doing today?”

“Ah, I was going to get a test in a few hours, got a letter in the mail summoning me to go.”

Virgil rolled his eyes, “I hate testing. Takes forever.”

“Yeah, I know how you feel,” Logan laughed. 

Virgil walked through the apartment towards the balcony and went out onto it. 

Logan followed him out and leaned on the railing. 

“When is it going to rain?” Virgil asked, looking into Logan’s stormy blue eyes. 

“Today, Evening maybe… tomorrow too,” Logan said softly, looking up at the sky. 

Virgil nodded, “Anything else to report, Mr Weatherman?”

Logan laughed, shaking his head, “Hmm, there will be clear skies. The rain storm might have thunder and lightning but it’ll pass quickly. After that there will be cloudless clear skies.” Logan smiled looking up at the clouds as he talked, “Bring an umbrella… though I know you already do that. Prepare for a heavy but short lived storm. After the storm there might be a rainbow. But everything will be bright and clear… the perfect weather.” Logan sighed and looked at Virgil. 

Virgil stood there smiling, staring at Logan, just amazed. “Thanks, I’ll make sure to remember that.” 

“You better, or else you might go out and for once not bring an umbrella.”

Virgil laughed, shaking his head, “if I forget an umbrella I’ll just think of a more creative way to stay dry.” He raised his hand up a bit, making a dome of air around them. He dropped it after a moment and just watched Logan. 

“Yeah… but just remember, umbrella.” Logan shrugged, pushing himself off the railing, walking back indoors. Logan walked into the kitchen with Virgil following behind him, “Tea?”

Virgil nodded softly, “Yes, thank you.”

Logan nodded and grabbed the kettle, he had one hand under it and the other resting on the side as he turned on the sink, carefully Logan took the hand off the side of the kettle manipulating the water to go into it. He started heating the bottom of the kettle as he grabbed mugs and tea bags, setting everything up as he waited for the tea to be done. 

Virgil sat down on the kitchen island as he watched Logan make the tea, “You’re just showing off,” he teased. 

Logan looked up, shaking head, “Yeah whatever, this is the quickest way though.”

Virgil shrugged softly, “Whatever you say.”

Logan laughed and looked at the kettle when it started whistling. He carefully put it down on the stovetop, so as to not burn any surfaces. He picked it up by the handle lightly pouring water into each mug then adding a teabag. “Want any sugar or anything?”

“Nah, I’ll just have it black… as always.” Virgil shrugged, getting the counters before going over to take his mug. 

Logan picked up his own mug smiling softly. “Alright,” he nodded. 

Virgil flicked his wrist, having a bit of air blow on the hot liquid cooling it off a bit. He smirked when it was a bit cooler, the steam no longer coming off of the top of the liquid. Virgil sipped it, leaning back against the counters. 

Logan stood leaning against the opposite counter staring at Virgil for a few moments just grinning with his own mug in his hands. 

Virgil glanced up, looking at Logan, “What’s up?”

“You’re just… Breathtaking.” Logan said and laughed.

Virgil blushed brightly looking at his tea. 

Logan looked at the time and sipped his tea. “I should get ready and go. Better to get the test sooner rather than have to go out and do it later on...” 

Virgil nodded, “I’d rather you not forget about it all together. It’d be better if you went now… I’ll just hang out around here while you’re out.``

“Oh are you?”

“Yes, I am…”

“And what will you be doing while I’m out?”

“...cleaning,” Virgil mumbled, though the whole apartment was absolutely spotless. 

“Mhmmm yes, cleaning. Well, you have fun ‘cleaning’ my apartment.” Logan laughed softly putting down his half full mug. 

Virgil put down his own, stepping forward hugging Logan. “I’ll see you soon.”

“Yeah, I’ll be back in an hour.” Logan nodded, grabbing his wallet, phone, and jacket. “Lock the door.”

“Don’t worry, I’ll lock it the moment you step out the door,” Virgil said as he picked up Logan’s mug, placing it in the microwave to preserve some of the heat of the tea. 

“Thank you.” 

“You’re welcome.” 

Logan walked over giving him a quick hug. 

Virgil kissed his cheek before pulling away. “Now go,” Virgil told him, laughing.

Logan rolled his eyes, “Yeah, yeah. It’s not like I’m always on time for everything.” Logan nodded, going to the door. 

“I’ll see you later.”

Logan waved before walking out the door. 

Virgil walked over, locking it behind Logan before looking around. He picked up some things, not doing much cleaning. Instead he decided to start making lunch for when Logan got back. 

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It had been over an hour now, Virgil sat on Logan’s couch, watching some tv while the lunch was in the oven. He jumped slightly when he heard knocks at the front door. Virgil walked over and checked through the little hole in the top of the door, smiling when seeing it was Logan. “Hey! You’re ba-” he paused when Logan stared at him with an expression one could only describe as horror. “Lo?”

Logan avoided looking at Virgil and walked inside, he sent a gust of air at the door slamming it shut, ripping the handle from Virgil’s hands. “I…”

Virgil winched when the door slammed but just locked it before turning to Logan and pulling him into a hug, “L… what’s wrong? How was the test?”

Logan shook his head softly, “one seventy.” he mumbled. 

Virgil looked at Logan confused, “What? What are you talking about?”

“My… my score… It's one seventy.” He said, looking at Virgil fully, and… afraid. 

“You got a hundred seventy? How… How is that even possible? The highest you could get is a hundred fif-”

“Two hundred… the highest score is… two hundred.” Logan replied. 

“How? But… you only scored a thirty seven last year… no. no. This isn’t possible. They said your score was wrong. Maybe you just got a seventy one.”

Logan shook his head as he pulled out a paper from his pocket with his test evaluation. On the paper in big red ink was written one seven zero.

Virgil took the paper shaking his head as he looked at it. “This doesn’t make sense… no. How? You should be tearing yourself apart right now from that much power.”

“I’m not sure… it doesn’t make sense, but I feel fine.” Logan told him, looking scared. 

Virgil took a deep breath, hugging him tight. “You’ll be alright.”

“But what about the as-”

“They’re just conspiracy theories… just theories. Nothing to be worried about.” Virgil pulled Logan to the couch and sat him down. He went to the kitchen, heating up the remaining tea before going back over to Logan and handing him the mug. “Just relax. Everything is going to be alright. Maybe their computers were malfunctioning, and they’re just going to call you back tomorrow to redo the test.”

“Virgil… This is my score, they don’t make mistakes.” Logan told him, his voice unwavering as he spoke. He sipped the tea looking down. 

Virgil shook his head holding his boyfriend. “Well it doesn’t matter, you’re safe.” he told him, taking a deep breath. 

Logan nodded, “Yeah, it’s ok. It’s just a score, it’s not bad. It’s high but not bad at all.`` Logan nodded. 

Both Logan and Virgil froze when there was a knock at the door. 

Virgil carefully got up walking to the door, he grabbed a large vase on his way to the door. 

There was silence. 

Virgil slowly opened the door, nobody was there, all that remained was a small card. Virgil kneeled down picking it up. He took a deep breath seeing the words. 

24 hours, your time is up

Virgil glanced back at Logan. 

“Virgil? What is it?” Logan asked softly, walking over to Virgil. 

“Um… Logan… everything isn’t going to be ok,” He whispered looking at Logan handing him the card as he stood. 

Logan glanced over the card, panic rising in his chest. “I….”

Virgil stared at him and stepped closer. 

Logan took a step back, “No! Wait… Virgil, go.”

“Lo, I can’t just leave you.”

“I said go!”

Virgil took a deep breath, “Logan, maybe it’s some prank.”

“Virgil, I have some time to get everything in order, maybe a chance to run. Go now.” Logan glared, “Or I’ll make you go, I can’t have you getting hurt at all.”

Virgil nodded, walking backwards to the door, “I’ll come back for you in a few hours,” Virgil told him as he stood in the doorway. 

Logan didn’t respond as he flicked his wrist slamming the door shut. 

Virgil took a step back quickly as the door came flying shut. He stood there staring at the closed door for several minutes before walking away down the halls and to the elevator, reluctantly heading home.

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Virgil grabbed an umbrella before running back to Logan’s a few hours later. He arrived at Logan’s apartment quickly, using his key to open the door. 

Logan stood inside tossing things in a bag, his apartment a mess. 

Virgil shut the door, putting his umbrella down, “Lo?”

Logan turned around quickly, “Oh… you’re back. Um… I’m leaving.”

Virgil ran over and hugged him, “You’re running away?”

“I wouldn’t say it like that, but yeah.” Logan nodded, hugging back. “I love you.”

“I love you too… But you’re not going alone.” Virgil glared, stepping back. 

Logan nodded, taking a deep breath, “Fine… You could come with me, as far as seeing me off.”

Virgil nodded softly and hugged himself looking down, “Thank you…” 

Logan kissed his forehead before grabbing his bag and an umbrella, walking to the door. 

Virgil looked up and followed behind him, grabbing his umbrella before following him out of the apartment. 

They took the elevator down to the ground floor in silence, the air somber and heavy around them. Neither saying anything to one another. 

Virgil paused at the threshold of the building, the exit to outside. “It’s raining.” He mumbled looking out the glass then looking back at Logan. 

Logan nodded, “As predicted…” 

Virgil took Logan's hand as they walked out of the building, he opened the umbrella as they stepped out so they wouldn’t be soaked. 

Logan held his own umbrella over his head as he led Virgil towards the park, walking down the path of the park towards the other entrance. 

Virgil’s pace slowed as they walked closer to the other side of the park, his hand tightening in Logan’s. 

Logan looked down softly at Virgil and nodded, “It’ll be alright. I promise, my dark star.”

Virgil just nodded silently looking down towards the ground.

Logan slowed, stopping when they got to the park’s second entrance, their exit. 

Virgil looked up at Logan, staying by the park’s archway entrance. He stood holding the umbrella.

Logan smiled, waving before walking towards the street.

Virgil watched reluctantly as Logan crossed the street, watching him walk away through the rain. He stood there watching his boyfriend just leave... 

“Logan! Wait!” Virgil yelled, dropping his umbrella, running to Logan. 

Logan turned when he heard Virgil yell. He put an arm around him when Virgil practically collided with him.

“Please, don’t go.” Virgil whispered, wrapping his arms around Logan.

Logan shook his head holding his umbrella over them both, “I’ll be safe.” He replied softly.

Virgil nodded then leaned up, kissing him.

Logan held Virgil closer as he kissed back. 

Suddenly there was a bang. Virgil couldn’t react fast enough, he didn’t even realize what had happened before he pulled away from Logan, seeing pain in his eyes. Virgil ran one of his hands across Logan’s back and looked at it. His hand was stained red by blood. 

Logan stared at Virgil, his eyes tearing up as he mouthed that he was sorry. The umbrella he had been holding fell to the ground as he collapsed.

Virgil made sure to catch Logan before the other fell to the ground, practically lifeless. “Logan, no… please, you… you can’t die.” He pleaded, “Logan just keep breathing. Don’t you dare leave me.” 

Logan shook his head softly, “they’re real… I should’ve listened to you… all your conspiracy theories.” He whispered weakly.

Virgil shook his head, “stop that! This isn’t a fucking ‘I told you so’ moment!” He pulled out his phone, hands shaking as he called emergency services.

Logan looked up at the sky, rain falling on his face as he looked at the dark clouds. “I’m sorry.”

Virgil shook his head wiping away tears, “you’re not dying, not now.” He replied. He took one of Logan’s hands, squeezing it, “stay with me.” Virgil sighed softly when the dispatcher answered. Virgil quickly told them what was happening, only half making sense in his panic. Though he already knew it was too late, they wouldn’t arrive in time… professionals don’t miss, and Logan was dying.

Virgil finished his call and dropped his phone just holding Logan’s hands on his own. “I love you,” Virgil whispered as he squeezed Logan's hands.

Logan smiled weakly, “I love you too… but this won’t be the end…” He whispered. Tears slipped down his face, disguised by the rain pouring down on them. He knew he was bleeding out quickly, it was the end… a slow, painful demise. 

Virgil held Logan’s hands tight. He leaned down resting his forehead on Logan’s chest just listening to his heart, to the slowing beats. 

It was too late by the time the ambulance arrived, Logan died. The pavement stained with his blood as Virgil kneeled beside him refusing to go.

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He looked at his phone smiling, target acquired, scored 170. He packed his things quickly, grabbing his bag. He put his gear on, and slipped on his hood over the mask before picking up the bag. He got on his motorcycle to the location of the target. 

“Target on the move.” came over his communicator. 

He glanced at the GPS directing to the location of the target’s home, seeing the park right near it. He knew where the target would go, and would try escaping to. He drove quickly, stopping outside the park’s south entrance before driving around the back of one of the buildings. He grabbed his bag looking at the building’s back entrance. 

He went in starting to climb the stairs, getting to higher ground. He reached the 5th level of the building, walking down the hall. He paused at one door, breaking it in, and walked to the first window he saw once inside. “Perfect.” He whispered. 

He put his bag down pushing open the window before opening his bag. Inside was a large, dark red silenced sniper rifle with a small gold sword decal on the side. He simply took out the gun, setting it up, then pointing it out the window towards the park. 

Then… he waited. 

“Target spotted.” he said into his communicator after a few moments. 

He took aim, whistling quietly causing soundwaves to move in the direction of the target. He kept whistling as he fired. Watching the target and a civilian kissing before the target was on the ground. Hit dead in the back. 

He smirked, packing up the gun as he watched the civilian morn. Though the target was dangerous, if not now they would have been in the future. The target was too powerful, if they ever had a breakdown they probably could take out the city. He was just protecting it. 

“Base to Prince, Report.” a voice came from the communicator. 

“Target down, waiting for confirmation of death.” 

“Stay at location till confirmation, EMS on the way.”

“Copy,” Prince replied, finishing putting away the weapon and just sat back against the wall listening to the rain fall outside the window.

Sirens blared down the road after minutes, driving closer before stopping. Paramedics got out checking on the target. They spoke before picking up the target onto a gurney, they placed a blanket over the body covering the face putting the target into the truck as one paramedic tried to help the civilian out of shock. 

“Target cold.” a voice came through. 

Prince smiled, “I’ll make the report.”

The red and blue lights continued flashing outside reflecting off the wet pavement as Prince left the room and exited the building through the back, returning to base. 

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Virgil stayed seated by the pool of blood, long since soaked into the pavement. The body and paramedics, gone. He just sat there in sickening silence, covered in Logan’s blood. 

A car drove up beside him and stopped. Someone got out walking over to him slowly before dropping to kneel next to him.

“Virgil, the hospital called me… I heard what happened.” A voice said softly.

Virgil took a deep breath before looking at the other, a man with half his face covered in green snake scales, brown hair, an amber and yellow snake eye wearing head to toe black. Rage and mournful sorrow in his eyes. “He was shot…” he growled.

The man, Janus nodded and opened his arms to offer a hug.

Virgil simply shook his head pushing himself up to stand. “He was murdered… Everyone thinks it’s just a conspiracy, that these assassins don’t exist, but they do! They really do!” He yelled out into the empty night air. Taking a breath he shook his head, “I can’t let them take Lo from me that easily.”

Janus smirked slightly, standing. “Well I’m here to assist you as needed, I’m quite good at acquiring information. Plus, I could offer you a ride,” He told him as he took off his cloak, putting it over the rain soaked Virgil.

Virgil nodded, “Thank you.”

“But you’re not going hunting tonight, Spider, you’re going to rest and mourn.” Janus stepped forward pulling the other into a hug. 

Virgil hugged back starting to cry again. He was led into the passenger seat and buckled up. 

Everything was a blur, getting home to Janus’ house, going to bed in the guest room, waking up. 

Virgil was just now sitting at the kitchen table, feeling out of reality. The sun up and the clock reading 7:30AM. 

Janus walked over, putting cereal in front of Virgil, “Here, eat.”

Virgil nodded and took a deep breath and started to eat. “I… how am I going to hunt a myth?”

Janus smirked sitting across from Virgil, “I know someone, he’s a bit… out of it. But you might be able to get some information from him. He’s all about all those conspiracies and myths, just nobody believes him.”

Virgil nodded softly, “alright, where could I meet him?”

“Hmm well there are two potential places you could find him.” 

“And are you going to tell me then?”

“Well you’re not going to like it.”

“Janus, I don’t like anything right now…. My boyfriend literally got killed last night in my arms last night! I don’t really care much where I have to go.”

“Dark market, or The Underground.”

“Hmm so an illegal black market, or an underground nightclub of criminals.”

“Exactly, that’s why I was saying you wouldn’t like it-“

“I’ll go… could you bring me home though for right now? I need to get changed.”

“Fine… though I didn’t even expect you to agree. Do you want me to come with you? Or would you rather go alone?”

“I’ll go in alone, just tell me how to find him, and give me a ride.”

Janus nodded, “first, eat.” 

Virgil ate before Janus took him to the car and let him bring him home. 

Virgil got out of the car at his apartment and went inside. He went to his apartment quickly getting changed into a black leather jacket and dark jeans with combat boots that had purple laces. He hid his grey half heart necklace that he had shared with Logan, under his shirt before looking in the mirror staring at himself. He hoped this was good enough. He looked around and paused when he saw across the room on his chair was one of Logan's ties. 

Virgil held on to his chest as he went over picking up the tie, carefully tying it to one of his belt loops on his pants before heading to the door. 

Janus had gotten bored of sitting in the car, just waiting, and waiting… well it wasn't that long he probably waited like 3 minutes before he grew bored. Janus walked into the building and went to Virgil’s apartment. He got to the door grabbing for the handle, it seems someone forgot to lock the door behind himself. He shook his head sighing before walking inside.

Virgil jumped a bit when he saw Janus standing there in the doorway, “Hey.”

“Hmm hello, you look great. Though you’re missing something.”

“What? What am I missing?” Virgil asked, confused. 

 Janus guided him back into the bedroom and into the bathroom, pushing the grieving emo to sit on the toilet seat. “Makeup, we’re concealing your identity after all.”

“Why does my-”

“So nobody knows who you are, everyone conceals theirs. It’s so nobody will recognize you if they know you. Nobody who goes to The Dark Market or The Underground ever means good, and it's especially not good to be recognized.”

“Then I’ll wear a mask.” Virgil rolled his eyes. 

“Fine you can, with makeup too, and I have an idea.” Janus smiled, grabbing out Virgil’s makeup. He smiled looking at everything in the box. He pulled out a pair of bright violet contact lenses and gave them to Virgil, “Put them in.”

“Fine.” Virgil nodded, taking them. He stood up looking in the mirror as he put the contacts in. 

Janus pushed Virgil to sit down as soon as the contacts were in. He started adding some eyeshadow below Virgil’s eyes and some slightly above. After he took some eyeliner and made drips down from his eyes, like tear streaks. 

“Are you almost done?” Virgil asked impatiently. 

“Just shush. Just a few more things to add.” Janus smiled, taking some neon purple eyeliner and drawing some spiderwebs on Virgil’s face, “All done. You’re a new person.” 

“Yeah sure I am.” Virgil rolled his eyes, getting up. He looked in the mirror smiling, “Looks good, you didn’t do bad. So how do I find this guy?” He asked, finding a black mask and putting it over the lower half of his face.

Janus put away all the makeup before guiding Virgil out and back out to the car, “Well I’ll explain in the car, how does that sound.”

“Fine, as long as you think he could help me.”

“Well… help is questionable, he could just push you in the right direction.” 

Virgil nodded softly, “Alright.”

Janus got outside to the car and got in.

Virgil got in after looking over at him, “So… talk to me.”

Janus pulled out a box and handed it to him, “Well put this earpiece in, so I could talk to you as you're in there.”

“Alright, fine.” Virgil nodded, taking it out putting it in his ear. 

“But basically, I think our first destination should be The Dark Market, he's most likely to be there. He only visits The Underground at night, but that is never certain. If you’re lucky he’ll approach you… but that would also mean you could be in trouble. Just be smart, Spider.”

Virgil nodded, taking a deep breath. “Alright, but you’ll be right here, waiting in the car?”

“Yeah, of course. Now he looks a bit crazy, but I promise he's.. Relatively safe. He has rainbow hair, a choker with an octopus, and his eyes are lime green.”

“Alright, thanks for the description.” Virgil nodded. 

Janus nodded and parked, “Be safe, Spider.” he said and pulled out a knife, handing it to Virgil with the handle facing him. 

Virgil took it, putting it in his pocket before getting out of the car and walking inside. He walked into the dark building and descended the stairs. 

At the base of the stairs there was a large door and a man standing at it, “Business?”

“I’m searching for someone, someone crazy.” 

The man nodded, opening the door letting Virgil in, the door shutting behind him. 

Virgil glanced at the door before he looked around. He was surprised there were actually many people down here, there were booths and tables selling things, people walking around. Small rooms off to the side for some businesses. 

He took a deep breath and started walking through the crowds, the blacklights lighting up him and all around him. 

“Alright you inside?” Janus’ voice came from the earpiece. 

“Yes, I am. Where could I find him?”

“Left side walk down the aisle till you see a room with flags of octopuses and one that looks like blood splatter, above the door will be some green light.” 

“Alright.” Virgil followed the directions walking around. He saw the door and paused before walking up to it. He grabbed the handle but before he could open the door it opened for him. 

“Hello! Do you require my services?” A guy asked, grinning widely.

The guy looked exactly how Janus had described him, messy dyed rainbow hair, lime green eyes, an octopus choker; he looked a bit more normal than he would’ve believed if he hadn’t seen him. 

“Yes, a Serpent sent me, said you could... Assist me,” Virgil said, taking a step forward. 

The guy stepped out of the way nodding, “I’m Kraken, and you are?” he held out a hand to shake Virgil’s.

“Spider.” He greeted, shaking his hand. 

Kraken smiled, shutting the door behind Virgil then sitting down on a chair across the room, “So what do you require? Most don’t normally come to me for help, everyone sees me as some insane conspiracy theorist.”

“Well I believe your conspiracy to be true, after a myth killed my boyfriend.” Virgil replied taking a seat, he avoided eye contact with Remus, just looking around the room. 

The walls were littered with newspapers and images, with some sticky notes. There was a desk and a soft rug, the room actually seemed quite comfortable. The overhead lights were dim, some unlit candles sat in holders on the walls, and some rainbow LED lights lined the base of the wall. 

Remus raised an eyebrow in interest. “A myth killed your boyfriend? How’s that? Tell me everything!” Remus told him like this was some new gossip. He grabbed his notebook and a pen quickly to get ready to write everything down, he was intrigued. Nobody had ever come to him with information for his cause, to prove all the legends of the assassins and myths were real. So he was going to write down everything. 

Virgil told him everything, Logan’s score, the note, how they left, and how he had gotten shot dead in the street. He told him that he wanted information so he could go after the assassins, and find out who killed his boyfriend. 

Remus wrote everything down then went through his notes telling Virgil everything he could. He wrote things down, giving him copies of his notes. He fully wished to support Virgil. He had been wanting to find out if these assassins were real for years; he had dedicated his life to it and other conspiracies. Remus didn’t care that Virgil wished to kill them; he wished some of them would die himself, as long as Virgil proved their existence for Remus and gave him evidence that they were real. He had been after them for years since the day people showed up and took his brother, leaving without a word.

___

Janus had brought Virgil home and he went to his room looking over all the information Remus had given him instantly. It had seemed that Remus was able to identify a few people who might’ve been involved, one guy in particular was connected to the testing and another organization that Remus had suspected was the one that was in charge of the assassins. Virgil looked over at the time and decided now was as good of time as ever, he wanted his information, he wanted to avenge Logan.  He read the name and the address before leaving his house.

Virgil walked to the address and looked up at the house, it had been across town in a more suburban area. He walked into the yard and smiled seeing a light on, his target lived alone so the light could only mean that that was where they were. Virgil still wore his makeup from earlier with the mask he was wearing over the lower half of his face. 

He went over to the side of the house and grabbed onto the top of a window pulling himself up quickly, he almost felt weightless in the air as he pulled himself up and smashed the second story window getting into the room. 

“I’ve been looking for you.” Virgil growled seeing a guy sitting at a piano. 

The guy got up instantly startled and put his hands up, “Please! What do you want? I could pay you!” He responded quickly. 

Virgil walked over to him and pulled out the knife Janus had given him earlier, putting it to the guy’s neck. “I need information about who you work for.” He glared. 

The guy started in fear and relaxed almost noticeably for a moment, he quickly moved his arm and touched the knife before Virgil could fight back. The blade suddenly became dull and bendy, he had manipulated the structure of the knife. 

Virgil jumped back, dropping the knife when it became dull. 

The guy lunged forward reaching for Virgil’s neck. 

Without thinking Virgil suddenly pulled the air from the room, pulling it all around himself.

The guy gasped, falling to the ground in an instant, trying and failing to breathe. 

Virgil watched in surprise, his eyes wide. He let go of the air in the room, returning it to normal. 

The guy looked up at Virgil stunned, “You shouldn’t be able to-”

Virgil kneeled glaring, “If you don’t tell me what I need, I’ll cut off your oxygen. I’ll make you gasp for the air that isn’t there, and die. Now tell me!” 

The guy stared at him, looking in Virgil’s eyes to see if he was bluffing, but all he could see was pain and anger in Virgil’s eyes. “I’ll tell you… I’ll tell you,” he relented. 

Virgil smiled under his mask, “Good, I need information on the assassins, and the scores of the power testing.”

“I… No… I couldn't possibly-”

“Would you like to continue breathing?” Virgil threatened and pulled the air from the other’s lungs for a moment before letting him breathe again. “You will tell me.” 

The guy looked down in defeat before nodding, “Alright… ok… I will. What specific things do you need to know on the scores and the assassins.”

“Are the scores rigged, and how are they determined, and how are the assassins contacted?” 

The guy nodded, “Ok… I can’t tell you but I could give you paperwork on it.” He replied pleadingly. 

“I’ll accept that, and also tell me who is in charge of calling the assassins, who is in charge of the assassins, and who is in charge of the test scores.”

“I… I can’t… I can’t tell you.” The guy shook his head frantically, quickly printing out dozens of pages of paper off of his computer, “Here… that’s all the information you need!”

Virgil sighed and ripped the oxygen from the other’s lunges as soon as the papers were printed. 

The body dropped down to the floor, completely lifeless. 

Virgil let go of the air, the guy not needing it anyway. The dead don’t breathe afterall. 

Virgil walked over to the computer and printed out a second set of the papers from the computer before shutting it down. He grabbed all the papers packing them away before he left the room. Going back to his apartment in silence. 

Virgil got through his door before dropping everything, falling to the floor with his items. He pulled his knees to his chest, ripping off the mask, tossing it to the other side of the room. He… he had killed someone. 

He was a murderer…

That guy, he killed him. 

Virgil took deep breaths trying to calm down, trying to figure everything out. But it had all been so fast. He was just freaking out. He couldn’t breath, he couldn’t think. 

What had he done?

This… this was all for Logan, he was doing this for Logan. He just wanted Logan back, something that would never be able to happen. 

One thing pulled the fog from Virgil, for just a moment for him to get back to reality. 

Virgil’s phone rang. 

Virgil crawled to it, picking it up, “Hey…” He said weakly. 

“Virgil?” Janus’ voice came through, “Is everything ok?”

“I… I don’t think so. I… Killed someone.”

There was silence, sickening, dead, silence. Then Janus finally spoke, “Everything will be alright, I’m going to come over. We could talk about this. It’ll be ok.” Janus tried assuring Virgil, though it seemed to have no effects. 

Virgil just quietly made a noise of affirmation before hanging up. Virgil got up, going to the bathroom and taking a shower, cleaning himself up. Trying to relax in the scalding hot water, trying not to think.

By time Janus arrived Virgil was laying on the couch cuddled up under several blankets. He looked exhausted and scared. 

Janus walked over to Virgil; he sat down pulling Virgil into a hug in silence, not asking any questions. He just held him close and relaxed with him. Just to let him know, he wasn’t alone, he wasn’t going to be alone. 

Virgil cried in Janus’ arms letting himself be held and relaxing as much as he could. 

__________

Virgil got up the next day and went back out to The Dark Market, after getting ready and applying makeup. He walked in and to Kraken’s office. He went in sitting down, waiting. 

Remus came in after a few minutes, “Hello…”

“I have some information for you, and my next target.” Virgil said quietly. 

Remus grinned jumping up and down, “Yes!” he quickly plopped down in a chair near Spider, “Give!” 

Virgil sighed giving him the copies of the papers, “Next guy I’m after seems to coordinate the assassins. I’m getting closer…” 

“Hmm you work fast,” Remus smiled looking up at Spider from the papers. 

“Yeah I guess…” Virgil shrugged. 

Remus skimmed the papers a bit before putting them down, “do you want payment for this information?”

“No, this was my payment for the info you got me before, though the rest will cost you…” 

Remus nodded, “That’s perfectly fine, oh! And could I give you a flashdrive to get information for me next time. You could just download all the files from the next guy.” He suggested. Remus lunged across the room to his desk. He pulled out a flashdrive from a drawer then tossed it over to Spider. “Thanks!”

 Virgil watched him and nodded, “You’re… welcome.” He said and stood. 

“Could we be partners?” Remus burst out. 

“Um… What?” Virgil looked confused taking a second to process what he had just been asked. 

“Could we be business partners? You get the information, I pay you for it and look through it for you.”

“Hm fine… as long as you tell me what you see in the files.” 

“Of course!” Remus nodded enthusiastically. 

Virgil nodded and sighed leaving the room. He looked down at the flashdrive in his hand quietly as he left. 

Virgil had driven here himself today, Janus not with him. Though it was probably better… He didn’t want to have to use Janus as basically a taxi all the time. Virgil got into his car driving home. He’d go out tonight, for his next target. Everything was moving so fast, but he also felt so close, he was so close to catching the assassin who killed his boyfriend, or who sent the assassin to kill Logan. He was so close, and everything was happening so fast. But… what would he do when he found the person responsible? Would he kill them? Would he question them? Or… would he just let them go? What would he even do after? He didn’t have many plans. 

Virgil shook his head taking a deep breath as he parked. Looking up Virgil saw he was… he had gone to Logan’s apartment building. Where he’d never see Logan again. 

Virgil paused a moment before getting out of his car going into the building and up to Logan’s… what had been Logan’s apartment. He should be getting ready to go out again but, he was just... here.

The elevator dinged as it got to the floor. 

Virgil walked down the hall and to the apartment, somberly unlocking the door to the dead silent apartment. Everything was exactly like how it had been when they had left. It was just calm and quiet. 

Virgil walked through looking at everything, he should pack up everything… he couldn’t just let the landlord throw it all out. He’d get boxes… he’d get boxes and pack everything up. Just pack it up for Logan. 

Taking another deep breath he went into Logan’s bedroom. He walked around in the room looking at everything. He opened a box on the dresser smiling at the collection of ties adorned in the box. He placed it back down then sighed going over to the bed and laying down, relaxing.

He laid there for a little while before he sat up opening up the bedside drawer, inside was a book and… a box. 

Virgil tilted his head picking up the box and opening it. Inside the box was a black ring. Virgil gasped, dropping the box, letting it fall to the floor. 

Logan…. Logan was…. Going to propose? 

Virgil covered his mouth gasping, tears threatening to fall. 

Virgil quickly got up and left, he locked the apartment door before he raced down the stairs to his car outside, driving home. He didn’t know what he was going to do… but he’d figure it out. 

Virgil got to his apartment and started getting ready, ready to go to meet his next victim. 

He had left the ring box on the floor of what used to be Logan’s bedroom when he left. 

___

Virgil got out of his car down the street, walking over to the address. There was a car in the driveway… that was good. 

Virgil went to the side of the house and climbed up to the second story, he checked the window smiling when it opened up with ease automatically. He slipped into the building, hitting the floor silently. Looking around nobody was in the room, it was completely vacant. Virgil walked out of the room, going downstairs. There a man was sitting on a couch laughing at some mind numbing tv show with a near constant laugh track. Virgil went up behind him, pulling out his dagger and resting it on the man’s neck, “Good evening.” Virgil whispered. 

The guy went still, frozen in place, “Who are you? What do you want?” 

“Information, and for you to log into your computer.”

“My… my computer, why? You wouldn’t find anything there.” The guy said, his voice peaking in nervousness. 

“I believe I’ll find exactly what I need there.” 

The guy nodded softly, “My computer is in my office,” he said, not resisting.

“Lead the way.” Virgil pulled the knife away, putting it in its sheath. “Just know I don’t need a knife or any weapon to get rid of you, just your breath.” 

The man stood timidly as he walked down a hall, he pulled open a seemingly hidden door and walked into the secret room with Virgil trailing right behind him. 

Virgil  looked around curiously, this man had a hidden office… interesting. 

The man sat down at his desk turning on his computer then logging in. He logged in again to a screen that popped up after his desktop loaded up. 

Virgil grinned, “Thank you.” He said pushing the desk chair to the side and put in the flashdrive. He pulled up the computer files, pulling all the files from the computer onto the flashdrive.

The guy looked at Virgil in surprise, “I… you don’t want some specific ones? I… I could find them for you.”

Virgil smirked under his mask looking at the guy, “Why? Is something wrong? Are you worried about something? Is there something I shouldn’t see on here?”

“I.. um… no, of course not. Everything is alright.” The man replied looking a bit more anxious than before, “It’ll take you a long time to go through all those files.”

“It’s ok, I have someone going through them for me.” Virgil replied looking back at the computer, he opened up a browser checking before going into the guy’s emails and downloading all of them. “It’s ok, I’ll make it quick for you, nothing for you to worry about. I’ll end you quickly and… somewhat painlessly, it’ll all be fine in the end.”

“I… no ple-” the man spoke before he started choking on… air? No, it was a lack of air, as if all his oxygen suddenly left his lungs. He put his hands to his neck gasping only for nothing to be breathed in. His lungs left starving. 

Virgil stared at him as he stole the man’s breath away. He watched as the other fell over, turning purple from the lack of oxygen. It was as quick as he could make it.

He looked away after a few moments, turning back to the computer as he waited for everything to finish downloading onto the flashdrive, he hoped this information would get him… somewhere. 

As he waited, Virgil took the man’s wallet and found his phone too. This would hopefully all be enough to get everything he needed. 

The computer dinged when everything had finally finished downloading onto the flashdrive; he got everything. 

Virgil safely pulled out the flashdrive before he put everything in his bag escaping the house. He got into his car driving to The Dark Market, he would give everything to the Kraken now. He wasn’t going to wait.

When Virgil arrived he got out of the car, going to the doors of the market. He was let in easily, nobody around stopping him from having passage indoors. He walked directly to Kraken’s shop, knocking at the door. 

Remus stepped out yawning, “Oh! Spider~ What do you have for me?” Remus asked not hiding his excitement.

“Everything I could get from the guy’s computer. I also took his phone if that helps at all…” Virgil replied, holding out the flashdrive and phone. “Payment will be you telling me everything you find on those.”

Remus nodded, taking them happily, “Well I definitely will be able to pay. Hmm come to me here tomorrow night, I’ll get you something… Probably not everything though.” 

Virgil nodded, “Sounds good.” He said, stepping back. 

“You’re leaving already?” Remus asked softly. 

Virgil looked back at him, “Yeah… I’ll be back tomorrow, I need to try to sleep.” 

Remus nodded, “I know this is revenge, but don’t wear yourself out.”

Virgil nodded and walked away, going home. 

Remus sat at his desk, only a small lamp on, illuminating his desk and giving just enough light to see his keyboard. He wrote quick notes in a notebook about what he saw as he read through file after file of the documents on the flashdrive. 

He yawned as he opened a file named Associates, there were many codenames in the file. Curiously Remus clicked on one, Prince. Remus opened a document skimming through it, it had some normal information, name, age, birthday, record, history…. Name. Remus shook his head, slapping his cheek to wake himself up a bit. The name, it was Roman Royalentie… Roman. Remus quickly clicked out of the document, opening up some more documents in the folder, there was a list of past assignments, some reports made by Roman… and pictures. Roman looked… he looked older. Of course he fucking looked older, Remus hadn’t seen Roman since he was taken when they were children. Taking a deep breath Remus wrote down as much information as he could. He read through a document trying to find out where Roman was. On one document it listed where Roman was currently stationed, it was some high-rise in the middle of the city, if he could convince Spider to go there for him… maybe he could kidnap Roman or something. He needed to see Roman. 

Remus continued looking at the files about Roman for hours before he ended up passing out. 

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Virgil woke up the next day in the afternoon. He got up deciding… Maybe Kraken would have some information now? Though he was told to come back tonight… It was still daytime. He took a deep breath getting up and dressed, he would go now, if there was nothing… he’d just go back later. 

Virgil sat down in his bathroom putting on his makeup and mask before he left, going out to The Dark Market. To check with Kraken. 

Virgil arrived going inside the market he was let in and started walking to Kraken’s shop but paused. He went over to a stall tapping on a man’s shoulder. 

Said man turned around, his snake scales glinting off the dim light above them, “Spider…”

Virgil nodded, “Serpent.”

“Good to see you, are you… feeling any better?”

“Still too soon… but Kraken might have more information, I’m on my way now.”

Janus nodded, “I’ll accompany you.” 

“Alright.” Virgil nodded, walking, now mostly by memory, to Remus’ room. 

They both got to the door looking at each other for a moment before Virgil reached forward knocking on the door. 

No response. 

Janus looked a bit concerned and confused when there was no response, no crashing of objects inside, no yells of incomprehensible words, nothing… silence. Janus wouldn’t completely admit it but he… was concerned for the disaster that was behind the door. 

Janus pushed Virgil to the side before pulling a key out and unlocking the door in their path. He walked inside the room, relaxing a bit seeing that Remus was simply just sleeping at his desk. Papers scattered everywhere around him. Janus walked over tapping on Remus’ shoulder. “Kraken, wakey wakey.”

Remus jumped, opening his eyes looking around startled before relaxing. “Oh, hello there… Serpent ~ What are you doing here in my humble abode.”

Virgil stepped into the room shutting the door behind himself. 

Remus nodded, “Ah… only business I guess… it’s always business with you both, never any pleasure.” He flicked his hand at the candles around the room, they lit on fire with water that burned and illuminated like a flame. 

Janus shrugged walking to the far wall looking at the pictures and strings mapping together theories. 

Virgil sat down near Remus’ desk, “Any information?”

“Is it night-time?”

“I… I’m sorry, I know I came early, but I-”

“No… like I was genuinely curious, I wasn’t sure if it was night yet.”

“Oh… no it’s afternoon.”

“Ok… well I have some information, but I also have a request for you.”

“What is it?” Virgil asked suspiciously. 

“I… my brother.”

“Your missing, kidnapped, brother.”

“You… technically found him for me.”

“I... what?”

“The files… there was one marked Prince… My brother is alive, he’s one of the assassins. They took him, to use him to work for them… I… I want you to find him, and kidnap him. I need to see him.”

Virgil thought for a few moments before nodding, “Fine… where could I find him?” 

Remus quickly handed Virgil a notecard with an address and a picture he had printed out. “Thank you, I really, really owe you for this.” 

“Yeah, I’ll take you up on that… where should I take him when I get him?” Virgil asked, looking at the notecard. 

“Hmmm…” Remus sat back looking at the ceiling as he thought. 

“The Underground.” Janus replied, still looking at the wall of Remus’ evidence of conspiracies. 

“The Underground? The nightclub?” Virgil asked.

“Yeah, they have private rooms. Plus it’ll be easier to bring someone kidnapped into there, than getting past the security here.” 

“Fine.” Virgil nodded. 

Remus nodded thinking, “I could head over there soon and get a room, Serpent, will you be able to let them in the side entrance of the building?”

“Yeah, I think so.” Janus nodded to the Kraken, finally turning around. 

Virgil nodded, getting up, “I’ll go out now…” 

Remus nodded, thinking momentarily before pulling out a bottle from a drawer of his desk, “Here take this.” He said holding it out. Then looked in his drawer again. 

“What is this?”

“Sedatives… so he doesn’t fight you.” Remus replied then gave him a syringe. 

Virgil nodded slowly, putting both objects in his bag. “Um… thanks.” He said slowly. “I’ll meet you at The Underground. Serpent, I'll text you when I’m on my way over.” 

Janus nodded and waved to him watching Virgil leave before he looked at Kraken. 

Virgil drove across town, the skyscraper, to the address. 

Virgil arrived at the building getting out of his car, he sighed looking up at the building, he needed a way in. He looked around before deciding to go to the side of the building looking for another way. 

There it was. 

Virgil smiled walking to the service entrance, he blew open the lock using air before pulling open the door and going inside. He was cautious as he walked in, it was quiet. He pulled out his notepad looking at it, Roman should be near the 10th floor. Virgil looked up at the stairs taking a deep breath before beginning his climb.

Around the 3rd floor Virgil paused, there had to be an easier way up, this would take forever. He looked around before smiling. He could try jumping floors… Virgil took a deep breath and ran up some stairs before jumping, using the air to boost him and push him up. He practically flew to the next floor. He kept ascending the stairs quickly from there. 

Virgil finally stopped when he got to the 10th, he pulled up his mask before opening the door out of the stairwell and walking down the hall. He walked checking the note for whatever door he should find Roman down… well if Roman was here. Virgil ignored that thought. He finally got to a room smiling at the number, well if Roman is here… this is the place. 

Virgil walked into the room, taking the air away as he stepped in shutting the door. 

There was some choking to the side of the room.

Virgil quickly released the air going over to where the choking had been, on the floor there was a small guy, blue hair, glasses, weird patches of skin that seemed to be like a clearish blue green with yellow spots. This wasn’t Roman. Virgil kneeled down next to the guy. 

The other looked at Virgil, staring into his neon purple eyes. “Hello… I’m Patton.” He said, sounding slightly intimidated. 

“Where is Roman?” Virgil demanded quietly. 

Patton flinched slightly at the tone, “I don’t know who you are but I’m sorry. Roman isn’t around currently. He went out over an hour ago, I don’t know when he’s coming back.” 

Virgil sighed, annoyed looking at Patton, “Fine…” He shook his head thinking. Well… he could take this guy, if he’s lucky Roman will come for him, they were in roman’s room after all. “You’re coming with me then.”

“Sorry… but stranger danger?”

“I will take your breath away, and that is a threat.”

Patton stared at him before standing up, “Fine, but you really should be nicer.”

“Sorry being nice isn’t on my priority list this week.” Virgil rolled his eyes, he grabbed Patton’s arm pulling him out of the room. “Don’t run.” He whispered as he pulled him into the stairwell. 

Patton followed silently, not fighting his kidnapper. “I don’t plan to…”

“Don’t scream either.” Virgil replied as he picked Patton up going over to a railing. He held onto Patton tight as he jumped over the railing falling 9 stories before slowing himself down with the air around them to make them land softly on the first floor. 

Patton held on for his life, he didn’t even realize he was holding his breath till they landed. He was quite shaken from falling practically 10 stories. 

Virgil looked at Patton and decided that the guy probably wasn’t going to be able to walk on his own for a bit so he just carried him out of the building and back to his car parked near the side of the building. He put Patton into the car before he drove off to The Underground. 

Patton sat in the car and took deep breaths, trying to articulate his thoughts. Everything was ok… he was… relatively ok… He  was being kidnapped…but Roman would come, maybe… this might be a trap for him though, this guy did ask for Roman… who even was this guy? Where were they even going? “Excuse me… but who exactly are you?” Patton asked, breaking the silence. 

Virgil looked over at the guy confused, “Um… well you could call me Spider.” 

“Ok, Spider, could I ask you some questions?”

“No… I’d rather you not.”

“Ok, so where are you bringing me?”

“I… I literally just said no questions.” Virgil sighed, shaking his head. 

Patton sighed, pouting a bit as he looked out the window. He quietly sat there trying to braid his bangs as they drove. 

Virgil was amazed and grateful for the silence, he texted Janus as he got closer to the club. They arrived at the club quickly, parking in the back alley. He got out helping out Patton before he went over to a back door and knocked. 

Patton stood there looking around scared and anxious. He wasn’t sure what was going on, he had just been kidnapped… they had wanted Roman but took him… Patton snapped out of it when the door to the building opened up. There stood a guy with dark hair, snake scales running down half his face, the other half covered by a black mask, and a dark outfit. 

Virgil nodded to Janus smiling under his mask before he walked inside. His makeup began to glow in the black light, and neon, lit club. He looked over at Patton gesturing for him to come in too. 

Patton hesitated for a minute before walking inside the door, it shut behind him. He hugged himself looking around the room. He heard loud blasting music everywhere. It sounded like there were tons of people. The place was dimly lit even with the weird colored lights. He took a deep breath looking down then gasping when he saw patches of himself glowing blue from the blacklights, it was the patches of frog skin he had, they just were… glowing. He smiled slightly at that. 

Virgil looked at Janus, “Lead the way.”

“Who is this?” Janus glared, “Spider… this isn’t Roman.”

“I know this isn’t Roman, but he wasn’t around… this guy was in Roman’s room, so he came with me instead.”

Janus groaned running a hand down his face before putting his hands up in defeat, “Fine, fine. I’ll let Kraken deal with it. At least you have someone… lets just go down, now.” He said open up a door that led down some stairs. 

Virgil nodded and grabbed Patton’s arm, “Come on, let’s go.” 

Patton jumped slightly when he was grabbed, just a bit startled. “Oh… ok.” He nodded then started following Virgil down the dark stairwell. He was a bit scared of what was going to happen. It wasn’t like he had much combat training, he was just a medic afterall.

Virgil just followed Janus and held onto Patton, He couldn’t really see in the dimly lit basement that well, his eyes not adjusting yet. 

“In here.” Janus spoke up, opening up another door to a room that seemed to have some lights on inside. 

Virgil nodded, pulling Patton in front of himself then pushing him inside the room. Kraken had been sitting in a chair in the room, he instantly stood when the door opened, he was excited to see his brother. His face fell when he saw some other guy with Spider. “Who is that?” He asked, annoyed.

“This… is Patton… I couldn’t find Roman, but he was in his room. So I assumed Roman would come here to find Patton.” Virgil explained guiding Patton to another chair. 

Remus nodded softly, staring at Patton, glaring a bit at him. 

Patton wasn’t going to lie… he was intimidated. Also the weird green glaring guy looked quite like Roman. He waved a bit at him. 

Virgil sighed, taking a deep breath just relaxing a bit. 

Janus came over putting a hand on Virgil’s shoulder, “Everything ok?” He asked quietly so nobody would hear. 

“I… Yeah… I think I’m going to ask Patton some questions.”

Janus nodded, “That’s a good idea.”

Virgil walked over to Patton pulling up a chair next to him, “I have a few questions for you.”

Patton nodded looking up at Virgil, “Um… I could try answering them.”

“How is it chosen who you kill… How is it chosen how people are scored?” Virgil asked, trying to keep his voice from wavering. 

“I… We… I’m only a medic, I only know we score people based off of how their powers present. Hmm you must be at least a 50. But… I don’t know anything about how they chose who are taken out and how they are planned.”

“I’m a 15... thanks for no help.” Virgil sighed getting up. 

Patton looked confused, a fifteen? That seemed way lower than this guy should have… and this guy seemed so distraught that Patton couldn’t help him. “What’s wrong?” He asked after a moment. He recognized how the guy felt, darn empathy Roman would always say when he caught him crying, but this guy was clearly sad and maybe grieving. 

Virgil looked at him, “You all killed my boyfriend… as corny as it sounds, you killed the love of my life.” He said before he left the room. 

Patton sat there, what… his boyfriend… well he must’ve done something wrong right? He was probably a threat. Patton moved to get up when the scaled guy came over pushing him back to sit down. 

“You stay.” Janus told him. 

Patton nodded, not defying him. 

Janus looked over at Remus, “Get Spider.”

“Will do, boss.” Remus replied winking and saluted him before walking out of the room. 

Janus looked at Patton, “you look quite interesting.” he commented running two fingers down one of the spots of Patton’s skin.

“Frog.” Patton replied blurting it out before blushing in embarrassment “I… I’m a frog… You’re a snake, right?”

“I am… Good eye.”

Patton snickered a bit, “Like you have one snake eye.” He said quietly. 

Janus stood there looking unamused, though internally he was laughing. “Um… yes…” He nodded, stepping away. 

Remus came in with Virgil after a few moments, if Virgil’s makeup was a mess it was hard to tell with how dim the room was. 

Virgil came over sitting next to Patton. 

Janus went over to Remus, “Kraken, would you like to go stand guard with me by the door, wait for when Roman arrives.”

Remus instantly nodding eagerly, “Yes, definitely.” He smiled and waved at Patton. 

Patton waved back watching the snake guy and Kraken leave the room. Patton looked at Spider, “So you are looking for Roman? Is it because he is one of the assassins?”

Virgil looked over at Patton, “I… yes, and no.”

Patton nodded, “We call them the guardians, taking out those who are dangerous or hostile…”

Virgil tilted his head, “Guardians? But… what classifies them as those?”

“Well… I’m not exactly sure. Last guy Roman told me he took out he was out in the road, apparently he was about to go out and take someone out. Roman caught up to him when he was about to cross the road to his car. The guy was apparently kissing someone before Ro shot them. The other person was probably devastated, but the guy was really dangerous.”

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Roman got back to his room a half hour later, he was humming softly as he walked in. Patton should be here by now. He had the alert that Patton came in. Roman looked at his computer pausing, the alarm went off 3 times? Someone came in after Patton then someone left. He quickly connected to security cams. 

Someone had left taking Patton with them.

Roman grabbed his jacket and knives. He checked the other cameras watching the guy jump down the stairs and go to a car. He had to find them, maybe he was lucky and Patton had his phone… though that would be a hilarious if the kidnappers let Patton keep his pho- 

Patton had his phone on him, and it was tracking him to some building across town. 

Roman laughed and shrugged he left the room taking the elevator to the ground floor then got into his car to drive to the building

Roman stopped, parking in some parking lot. The building seemed to be some random abandoned factory. He walked to what seemed to be the main entrance of the building, he opened the door pausing when he saw nicely painted black walls and lights. He saw a guard standing at the door right ahead… What was this place?

Roman cautiously walked forward, “I’d like to get in.”

The guard looked Roman over, “Password?” He smirked.

Roman stepped back surprised, a password… he didn’t know a password. He pulled out his knife putting it to the other’s neck, “I’d like to get in, my friend was abducted and taken here. So if you could, open the door.”

The guard looked at Roman and smiled, “Hmm you didn’t seem like you belong, but I see it now. Step back so I could open up the door.” 

Roman put his knife away taking a step back. 

The guard unlocked the door, opening it, “Go on in.” 

As soon as the door was opened the blasting music could be heard from inside, along with the sound of many voices. 

Roman took a breath before walking through the door, he became tense as it shut behind him. He shook his head and kept walking into the place. He looked around once he emerged from the hall, there were so many people. The blacklight lit up his clothing as he stood in the club. He looked over the crowd of people in the dimly lit, colored neon room. How would he find Patton here? Patton was… small. He ran a hand through his hair walking around the perimeter of the room. Patton had to be close. He turned smiling when he saw that instead of a wall there was a curtain, of course. Why would the kidnappers keep Patton in the main room when they could hide him elsewhere in the building. He walked through the curtains looking around, the area still had the same neon and black lights, but it was a small area. There was a door to outside, an alley, then two small doors to the sides of him, one was labeled stairs. Roman went and opened the unmarked door first, a storage and janitor closet. He sighed turning to the stairs, pulling out a knife he opened the door descending the stairs. At the bottom there was another door, he opened it up only to see two people standing there, each leaning against a wall of the hallway ahead. Roman stepped into the hall and held out his knife. “I’m here for someone, I do believe you have him.” He growled. 

Remus was the first to look up. “Roman!?” He asked, looking at Roman. 

“I… how do you know my name?”

“Do you not… you don’t recognize me?” Remus asked, a bit broken.

“No? Should I know you-”

“Remus! It’s me Remus! Your brother! Please Roro.” 

Roman paused, “Remus?” Roman paused before his eyes went wide, “Remus!” He dropped his knife to the floor before he ran over pulling Remus into a hug.

Remus hugged back tightly.

“Seems the whole family is huggers.” Janus mumbled, nodding softly as he walked away to let them have their catch up time. He went back into the room only to see Virgil extremely distraught.

Virgil stood near Patton taking deep breaths, his hands tangled in his own hair, he stood there kinda pacing a bit. 

Janus walked over looking at Patton skeptically before looking at Virgil, he placed a hand on Virgil's shoulder comfortingly, “Spider?” he whispered. 

Virgil looked up at Janus, focusing on him, “I don’t know what to do.”

“What do you mean?”

“Roman… he was the assassin who killed Logan.” Virgil whispered trying to keep himself calm. “He was the one who took Logan from me!”

Janus squeezed his shoulder slightly, “Virgil, take a deep breath.”

“How? How do I know what to do now? I… I-”

“Virgil, Roman is not your target.”

“Who is then!”

“Who contracts the assassins and picks the targets?”

Virgil paused, taking slow deep breaths, “You’re right… you’re right.”

“Don’t kill Roman, for Kraken at least.”

Virgil nodded, dropping his hands to his sides, putting them in his pockets. He looked to the side, biting the inside of his cheek as Janus talked, not wanting to look in his eyes. 

“Roman isn’t your target, if you kill him it’ll just mean yet another person to kill. The person who decided that Logan was to be killed is your target, not the assassin ordered to make the kill, he was doing as he was told.” Janus whispered. 

Virgil nodded softly listening to Janus, not saying anything. 

The door opened then, everyone looking over to see Roman and Remus walking into the room together. 

Roman saw Patton and ran over to him, He kneeled by his chair looking over him, “Are you alright? Is everything ok? Did they hurt you?”

Patton just smiled at seeing Roman, “No, I’m alright… I’m ok.” 

Roman nodded, smiling back at Patton. 

Janus got behind Virgil and wrapped his arms around Virgil hugging him and holding him back. “Everything is ok.” he whispered softly. 

Virgil nodded softly just staring at Roman not moving. 

Roman turned around and saw Virgil, recognizing him from the security footage. He stalked over glaring, “Why did you kidnap him?!”

Virgil looked away before looking at Roman glaring, “Why did you murder my boyfriend?!”

The room went dead silent. 

“I haven’t murdered anyone, I’m saving people by taking out threats-”

“He wasn’t a threat! He just got tested only to later get a note that he had 24 hours. He tried to leave! You shot him dead on the street! He died in my arms! He… he just wanted to get away… He wouldn’t hurt anyone…” Virgil sighed looking down, taking a deep breath. 

Janus’ arms tightened around Virgil to comfort him. He glared daggers at Roman as he stood holding the defeated Virgil. 

Roman stepped back in shock, “I… no… no. He had to have been bad, I wouldn't have… I wouldn’t have had to go after him otherwise.`` Roman started rambling. He ran a hand through his hair trying to think. No, he wasn’t a bad guy… he was doing good… right? He was protecting people and being a guardian of the city against those who posed a threat and/or were hostile. He wasn’t a murderer… He… he did kill people… but he was told it was to save people. He was saving people! His boss gave him orders and targets, but those targets they scored high… they couldn’t control themselves… they were a threat. They… they would have hurt people. He had always been taught that if someone scored over 60 then they were going to lose control, they would hurt people, they couldn’t control themselves and would end up hurting anyone and everyone around them. The guy this kidnapper was talking about scored 170… he probably was just hanging on right? He was going to lose control and probably would end up destroying half the city. 

Remus walked over, putting a hand on Roman’s shoulder. 

Roman flinched then looked at Remus, “I’m saving people… right?”

“You’re being played… lied to. I’ve researched plenty, recent information acquired in… ways. The only threat the people pose is to the organization and the city’s government. You’re sent to kill them because your bosses are afraid that these people will go against them, they fear revolt.”

Roman stared at him, “No… that can’t.” He shook his head and looked at Patton.

Patton looked back at Roman, “I don’t know… it… it makes sense. I don’t know...” He sighed looking down. 

Roman took a deep breath, anger overtaking his shock. “Fine…” He looked around the room, “Then… we are going after the man in charge. The true villain here.”

Virgil pulled himself away from Janus, walking towards Roman, “I’d love to, though I get to be the one to kill him.”

Roman stared at Virgil for a few moments, and glanced away, before he nodded “Sure.”

Janus sighed, “I’ll join you both. Who knows how emotional you both are right now. I might as well make sure you’re not doing anything completely stupid.” 

Remus started jumping up and down, “Ooooh! I want to come! I want to come!”

Roman looked at Remus, “No, I just got to see you again… I’m not losing you if something goes wrong.”

“Well same here Ro-Bro. I’m not losing you again, so I’m coming with!” Remus replied cheerfully. 

Roman went to argue Remus coming and tell him he couldn’t when Janus stopped him. 

Janus looked at Remus, “Fine, you could come.” He said then walked over to Patton, “Will you be coming with us, froggy?”

Patton looked around at everyone, “I don’t know… I’m not exactly someone who fights. I’m a medic and I-”

“We could always need a medic, in case someone gets hurt.” Janus encouraged.

Patton thought before nodding softly, “Alright… I’ll help.”

“Let’s go!” Roman growled and went to the door. 

“Where the hell are you going? Do you have a plan?” Janus asked immediately. 

“I… No, I don’t” Roman sounded a bit defeated as he responded. 

“That’s what I thought. Now how about we all sit down and chat, come up with a plan. Order drinks maybe?” Janus asked then looked around the room only to be met by all serious expressions and… and Remus. “Alright, no drinks then.”

Everyone found a chair and sat down, coming and sitting close by. 

Janus nodded looking at them, “Now come up with a plan.” 

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Thunder erupted in the sky as Roman stood in front of the building with Patton; he nodded softly before walking inside with Patton. He scanned his ID walking in without any suspicions. 

Remus waited on the side of the building with Janus. 

Virgil stood on the roof of a building next door, his hood over his head as he looked up at the sky, dark clouds forming and coming overhead… a storm was coming.

Their plan was in action. 

Roman had Patton go to the side door as he went into the security office. He quickly knocked out the one guard in the room before turning off all the security cameras. Everything was going well so far… He took a deep breath before leaving the room. He went to the custodial closet grabbing some coveralls before going to the side door to meet Patton. 

Patton had the door open, Remus and Janus standing by him. 

“Here you both go, the top fashion of this building.” Roman smiled and bowed as he gave them the coveralls. 

Remus instantly started stripping right there to put on the new clothes. 

Roman turned around, heck no he wasn’t going to see that. 

Patton blushed brightly before covering his eyes. 

Janus rolled his eyes only taking off his cape before pulling the coveralls over his current clothes of a black shirt and black close fitting jeans. 

Patton uncovered his eyes after a moment, relieved to see Remus had his clothes on. 

Remus grinned and gave them all a thumbs up, “Alright!”

Roman turned back around and nodded, “Well… now we have to go upstairs, You both take the stairs, I’ll be taking the elevator.”

“Oh I’ll go with them!” Patton smiled.

Roman grabbed Patton’s arm, “It’s better if you come with me, we’re seen often here and it might seem odd for you to take the stairs when you never do.”

“But they don’t know where they’re going.”

“I don’t want you to get hurt.” Roman replied. 

Patton nodded, sighing and waved at Janus and Remus before going with Roman to the elevator.

Janus nodded to Remus and started quickly climbing the stairs. They were all going to meet up without Virgil, on the 15th floor. 

Roman got on the elevator with Patton, going to the 10th floor. They got off when the doors opened, Roman went straight to his room. 

Patton followed looking around making sure nothing bad was happening. 

Roman went into his room with Patton. As soon as the door was shut he opened a closet full of weapons and began pulling some out, tossing them in a bag. “Alright, let's go,” he said when he had filled the bag with a decent amount of weapons. He put the bag over his shoulder and went to the stairs with Patton following close. He sat down on a stair waiting for Remus and Janus to get there. 

Remus and Janus appeared minutes later arriving at the 10th floor. Surprisingly both were rather athletic. 

Roman stood up, “There you both are.” He nodded, opening the bag and showing them all the weapons, “Take what you want.”

Janus smiled looking into the bag. He took out some daggers and a bottle that seemed to contain poison, “I believe these will be perfect for me.”

Remus nodded, pulling out a whip and a few throwing knives, “These will be good for me.” 

Roman nodded, “Alright so 15th floor… it’s going to be hard to get inside, we need to get past some security.”

“That’s where I come in perfectly, were those people at the front desk allowed up to the 15th floor?”

“Umm yeah why?”

Janus smiled as his form changed into one of the secretaries at the building’s front desk. “Let's go.” He said ascending the stairs once more.

Patton looked at Remus giving him a reassuring smile before beginning to climb the stairs. 

They finally reached the top and opened the door, Remus staying behind in the stairwell waiting.

Roman went through the door with Patton and Janus, walking down the hall and to the second door. All of them stayed silent, tense with anxiety of being caught. 

Patton motioned for Remus to follow. 

Roman took a deep breath before walking through the door he smiled nodding at the security guards of the room. “Hello good men… good looking… sorry, sorry.” Roman said and sighed smiling. “I would like to go to the boss's office. 

The guards looked at Roman, one of them blushing slightly. One stepped forward, “Sorry, can’t let you in. Entitled Prince.” He glared. 

Roman rolled his eyes pulling a large glass marble out of his pocket, tossing it up and catching it a few times, “want to see a magic trick then?” He asked looking behind him to make sure the door was shut and everyone was behind it. 

“Fine, what is it? You going to pull a rabbit out of your ass or something? I don’t see a hat.”

“No, I would never abuse a rabbit by having it face you, it would die of fright. No, I was thinking of another trick.” Roman smirked. He cleared his throat and hummed a few notes on a scale before he bowed to the security guards, “Now, enjoy the show.” He smiled. He tossed up the glass marble then started singing. The room shook as he sang. 

The glass ball shattered, the glass flying at the security guards. 

Roman smiled, singing a bit higher, manipulating his soundwaves as he sang. The windows all around the room suddenly shattered. 

Remus came out the door smirking as he had wind that resembled fire swept through the room, no heat or burn coming with it.

Virgil saw the fire and the windows shatter, their signal. He turned around going to the opposite edge of the roof before running forward. He jumped at the edge of the roof using the air and wind to boost him and make him practically fly. Rain drops and wind hitting his face as he flew.  He dove through a shattered window, pushing himself past all the broken glass on the floor before he touched the ground. The room lit up with lightning seconds after he crashed in. Virgil stood up and smiled, nodding to Roman and Remus, “Let’s go.”

The door opened and Patton came out with Janus. “Alright, everyone be careful.”

Janus nodded looking at Patton as he shifted back to himself, “I’ll be making sure these idiots don’t get hurt, you didn’t bring medical supplies anyway.”

“I… I don’t use supplies… but thank you.” Patton smiled before walking across the room to the next door. 

Roma bent down taking the ID off one of the guards. He walked over scanning it on the door before opening it up. He nodded looking at everyone, “They’ll know we’re already here, no turning back.” He said before walking up.

Remus and Virgil walked behind Roman, Patton and Janus trailing a bit behind as they all went up the last set of stairs. 

The beginning of the end. 

When they got to the top of the stairs there was only one person sitting in the room. The room was large with white marble floors and grey walls. Most walls were completely covered in windows looking out to the city, rain hit against them rhythmically. Only one man sat in the room though, smiling at them from behind his desk, the boss, the contractor of the assassins.

“Good Evening.”

Roman stood in front of the group as everyone came into the room from the stairwell. 

Virgil glared and pushed Roman out of the way and pulled out a dagger, “You! Ruined my life!” He growled. 

The guy sighed resting his head on his hand, bored, “Hm what a shame. Killed someone you know? Well I’ll let you in on a secret, you’re not the first to come after me. But you won’t be the last, you’re as weak as the rest, why else would you be alive. You’re weak-”

Virgil glared, pulling all the oxygen from the room.

Patton made bubbles around everyone but Virgil to trap some air around them.

Virgil glanced back before looking at the man and walking closer, “You’re weak.” He got behind him and put the dagger to the guy’s throat. He released the air letting it flood back into the man’s lungs as he slit his throat slowly and painfully. 

But he was slow. 

The moment the man dropped his head on his desk dead, still bleeding out of the artery in his neck.

Then thunder boomed, a shot rang out through the room following the thunder. 

Virgil gasped in pain falling to the floor. 

Nobody knew what happened. 

Patton created a bubble around the room before running over to Virgil. 

Roman looked out the window seeing another assassin on the roof of a different building, they had taken their shot… and they hit their target. 

Remus slammed a hand down on the floor and water began to rise up along all the walls. 

Roman looked confused and walked over touching a wall only to not feel anything wet… instead it felt hard, like cement. He looked back at Remus confused before looking over to Virgil. 

Janus kneeled with Patton next to Virgil. He held Virgil’s hand tightly, “Hey, you can’t die!” He glared. 

Patton let go of the bubble around the room and took Virgil’s other hand, “I… I could help you.” He said softly, nodding as tears filled his eyes practically blurring his vision. 

Virgil shook his head, “I’m sorry… you can’t.”

“Serpent! Computer!” Remus called out. 

Janus sighed softly, pushing back Virgil’s hair, “Hold on.” He said.

Virgil nodded softly, “let everyone know what's been happening.” He whispered pained.

Janus got up going over to Remus looking at the computer. “I’m releasing everything.” He quickly opened up the files and the email of the computer. He signed in with an anonymous email as he put in all the major news media companies around them as the recipients. “Alright” he nodded, looking over at Roman who stood in front of the desk staring at the dead corpse in silence. Janus shook his head looking back at the computer as he started to fill the email with files. 

Patton pulled open Virgil's shirt to see the damage… he had a shot wound through and through, right near his heart it was a bit diagonal… it went through Virgil’s lungs and part of his heart… Patton took a deep breath holding Virgil’s hand, “I can’t save you… But I could make this painless… I’ll help you.”

Virgil shook his head, “No… No you don’t” tears rolled constantly down his cheeks, pain filling him. “Don’t… just stay here with me.”

Patton shook his head, he couldn’t stand seeing Virgil in so much pain… the least he could do was make his death painless. Patton took a deep breath holding Virgil’s hand tighter as he took on all Virgil’s pain, absorbing it into himself. He cried out in pain as he took it all, sobs coming from him. 

Virgil held onto Patton’s hand watching him sit in pain as the world began fading out all around him.

Virgil looked out a window watching the rain pour down, and lightning light up the sky, he watched the sky cry as his life faded away. 

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Patton didn’t remember how they got to wherever they were, he felt out of it the whole time. He opened his eyes to see Janus sitting by him. He looked around, he was in a bed in a dark bedroom. The comforter was black… the room was kinda a gothic theme. “Where-”

Janus smiled softly, “It’s good you’re finally aware… awake. You’re at my home. I temporarily kicked out Roman and… Remus as his name appears to be.”

“Ok…” Patton nodded softly, taking a deep breath. “What happened?” 

“Well after Virgil.. Passed. You were in immense pain. We managed to escape, but it was hard. I decided we’d come here. Roman wouldn’t explain what was wrong, but he was quite distressed, I couldn’t let him come in and potentially distress you more. But I would like you to explain what you did… what happened?”

“I… I couldn’t stand seeing… Virgil? In pain. So… I took it away. It was so much all at once… I… I’ve never felt so much pain. Not just physical, but emotional. I could take away people’s injuries, and their pain. I would’ve died taking on his injury… so I took the pain on.” Patton whispered looking away, “I’m so sorry.”

Janus shook his head taking Patton’s hand, “Relax, it’s ok. You just went through all the pain of dying, relax. You were out of it for two days.”

Patton instantly moved to sit up when Janus’ hand rested on his chest holding him down, “I… two days! What… What happened? During the days I missed, what happened?”

“Well Roman is in hiding with Remus currently, I’ll call them back here soon. The testing sites have closed, the media is spreading select files from the ones I had sent them. Everyone is scared and confused. Nobody is exactly sure what is going to happen from here.” Janus explained softly, “I’ve kept you here at my home while you rested.”

Patton nodded softly, “Alright…”

“Sorry, this must be so much to take in.”

“A little…” 

Janus nodded, he was about to say more when a high pitched whistling. “Oh… That's the tea, would you like some?” He asked getting up. 

“Um sure, thank you.” Patton nodded, smiling.

“Alright, you stay there,” Janus told him. He left the room going into the kitchen, he pulled the kettle off the stove pouring the water into two tea cups with tea bags. He then picked them up walking back to the bedroom. When he came back in, Patton was sitting there just spaced out a bit. “Are you with me, Froggy?”

Patton flinched and looked up at Janus, “sorry, sorry.” He sighed.

“It’s ok, I didn’t expect you to wake up and be perfect.” Janus sat down next to Patton giving him a cup of tea, “Here you go.”

“Thank you.” Patton blew softly on the tea before sipping on it. 

Janus nodded, “You’re welcome, are you hungry at all?”

“Yeah… a bit.”

“That’s perfectly fine, I’ll go get you something to eat, anything specific?”

“Cookies?”

“Sorry, but that is a dessert not a meal.” Janus smiled as he left the room. 

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Remus sat on his table watching Roman who was silently lost in thought, he hadn’t moved in 3 hours, 3 hours! Remus moved like every minute, no, every few seconds. But here his brother was, still like the dead for 3 hours. Remus was afraid, and intrigued. 

Roman was silent, his mind racing, thoughts coming and going. What was he going to do now? Was he really a bad guy? He was never a hero was he? What was he supposed to do? He didn’t know anyone… His whole life was a lie! The thoughts repeated over and over in his head, a constant spiral with no end, just an infinite loop. 

Yeah… Remus was bored of this, “Roman!” He called at him. 

Roman flinched looking at Remus, “I… uh… sorry I wasn’t listening, what’s wrong?”

“Um you’re what’s wrong… Are you ok? Relatively?”

“Well… No. But, I’m fine.”

“Ro… I’m too dumb to decrypt what you just said, so yes or no, you good?”

“Not exactly, no… Lots of thoughts.”

“Hmm well in that case I’d like to ask you questions, to fill my own empty brain with thoughts.”

“Uh ok?”

Remus smiled hopping up and down on his desk, he pulled out a notebook and a highlighter. “Ok! Question one, Is there a secret tunnel system under the city that the assassins used to get around?”

“What no?-”

“Next question!” Remus nodded. 

It went on for hours, Remus asking several questions, all related to conspiracies and theories that he thought of or supported. Roman sitting answering them in confusion. 

That was until Remus’ phone went off. 

Remus jumped up grabbing his phone and reading the text before breaking out in a grin, a grin in these grim times. 

Roman raised an eyebrow staring, “Is there something amusing?”

“Patton woke up!”

“He woke up?!”

“Yeah!”

“Could we go?” 

“Yep!” Remus jumped up grabbing his jacket and keys, “Let’s go.”

“Wait… do you own a car?”

“I own a unicycle…”

“How am I supposed to come with you if you only have a unicycle?”

“Now… Did I say that I only owned a unicycle? No, no I didn’t. I’m not crazy, I also own a motorcycle with one of those side carts. You could ride in that.”

“No… I’m not riding in that.”

Roman sat in the cramped motorcycle side cart glaring up at Remus from under the stupid helmet, because safety first. 

Remus smiled watching the road as he drove to Janus’ home, as he now knew his name to be. He happily parked in Janus’ driveway before getting off the bike, “Alright! Let’s go inside.” 

Roman grumbled as he got out of the cart and stretched out. He waited till they walked into the house before taking off the helmet. 

Janus stood at the door looking amused as he opened it, “You didn’t take the unicycle.”

“Why does everyone assume that is my only mode of transportation?!” Remus exclaimed, shaking his head and rolling his eyes. 

“Because you’re insane.” Roman replied, crossing his arms. 

“You can’t call me that! You’re my brother! We’re related! So you’re insane too then.”

“Well… I was an assassin, by your logic you are too because we’re related. But I don’t see you killing anybody.”

“Mmmm, fine.” Remus glared and pouted. “So how is Patton!”

Patton came out of the bedroom, “I’m ok… Just feeling better.” Patton smiled softly. 

Remus nodded, smiling. 

Roman waved slightly, “I’m glad you’re alright.” He said with a nod. 

Janus nodded softly, “He will be alright.”

“What do you-”

“He went through all the pain of death, he will be traumatized…” Janus replied, nodding to him. 

Roman nodded softly. 

Remus went over to Patton and sat down with him talking. 

Roman looked over at the two sitting, “I’m leaving… You’ll take care of Patton… Right? He’s my only friend.”

“Where are you going?”

“I’m not sure… I just need to get away.”

“Are you sure?”

“I need to… I’ll come back… But I don’t know when. I’m just confused, I’ve spent my whole life thinking I was doing good and being a hero. Now I don’t know what to think.” Roman sighed, running a hand through his hair, “I… I just need to go.” 

Janus nodded softly, “I understand. Could you wait a week? We’re holding a small funeral, could you wait and leave after that?”

“I could wait till then,” Roman nodded, agreeing.

“Thank you.” Janus flashed him a smile before walking away and going back over to where Remus and Logan were sitting. 

Roman stood there staring at the three before coming over after a few moments. He sat down listening to Remus and Patton talking. 

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It was raining, thunder cracking in the air. 

Janus stood with Remus, Roman, and Patton. Two coffins in front of them. All holding black umbrellas as they stared at the coffins and the holes they were to be buried in. 

Janus stepped forward sighing lightly placing a black rose on one of them, “Goodbye.” He whispered then glanced at the other coffin, “Thank you for being there for him.” 

Patton went over and placed a hand on Janus’ shoulder, he lightly put a yellow rose on the coffin and looked at the second. “The other is…”

“Logan… His boyfriend.” Janus said softly. 

Roman heard and slightly took a step back from everyone and looked at the ground. 

Patton nodded, “At least… they’re together. I know how much Virgil missed him.”

“You felt his grief?” Janus asked, looking at him surprised. 

“I felt all his pain, even emotional.” Patton nodded before stepping back. 

Remus stepped closer putting a daisy on the casket, roots, dirt, and all. 

Roman waited a moment before stepping forward he leaned over placing two white roses, one on each casket before stepping back. 

Janus lingered next to the coffins before looking at the cemetery attendant and nodded before stepping back. 

Remus stepped closer to Janus, “Ready to go?”

Janus took a deep breath, “Yeah…” He glanced back and nodded, “Let’s go.” 

Remus nodded and led the way to Janus’ car. 

Patton stayed next to Janus as he walked back. 

They all got to the car and Roman stepped away, “Thank you… all of you.”

Patton tilted his head, “What?”

“I’m sorry Patton, I’m leaving.” 

“Why?”

“I just… I have to, just for a while, I’ll try to come back.” Roman sighed. 

Patton ran forward into Roman, pulling him into a tight hug. “I’ll see you soon.”

“I’ll see you again Patt…” 

Remus walked over pulling Roman into a hug as soon as Patton let go, “I can’t believe I’m losing you as soon as I found you again.”

“I know… I hope to get to know you. But you know I have to do this.”

“Yeah… I get it. Figure everything out, then come back, we’ll be here.”

Roman nodded letting go of Remus, “Thanks for the motorcycle, But I took off the sidecar.” He smiled walking over to the motorcycle. 

“Yeah, whatever. I better get it back safe!” Remus called at him.

“Remus, it’s alright, if your unicycle tire pops I could always let you ride in my car.” Janus said getting into his car with Patton getting in the back seat. 

Remus sighed, “Alright, b- I’ll see you again.”

“See ya again.” Roman nodded. He put on the helmet driving away. 

Remus got into the car with Janus and Patton.

Janus took another glance at the cemetery as he pulled away and drove home. He was silent during the ride just watching the road. Everything was changing and different, it had taken only a week and he lost his best friend and gained new… friends… 

Logan and Virgil were buried. 

Roman left to figure out what he was doing and to take a step back from where he was lied to his whole life. 

Patton was staying with Janus. Remus had finished his life’s work of finding his brother. 

Now from here everything was ambiguous. As much as Janus didn’t like it, he didn’t have any plans anymore. 

Patton looked out the window during the drive, the signs of getting your powers tested torn down, testing sites boarded up. He was tense looking at everything he had always aided in not knowing what he was helping. 

Remus reached over taking Patton’s hand, “Just breathe… Everything's ok.” He whispered, smiling. 

Patton nodded, “Everything will get better?”

“By time Roman is back everything will have a new normal.” 

Patton nodded, “That’s good.” 

They arrived at the house. 

Janus got out then opened Patton’s door helping him and Remus out. “Let’s go inside, I'd rather not be soaked by the rain. 

Patton nodded and ran with Remus to the door. Remus picking the lock and running in. 

Janus took a deep breath looking up at the sky and closing his eyes for a moment before walking inside the house.  _______________________

Notes: Written using this short Fic Idea ________________ General Tag List @crazy-multifandomfangirl @aceawkwardunicorn @mistythegenderqueermess

#tw major character death #tw murder #tw blood and gore #tw grief #tw mourning #tw kidnapping #tw killing #tw weapons #tw guns #tw knives #tw threats #tw death threats #tw death #tw government conspiracy #tw torture #tw oxygen deprivation #TW panic attack #angst #angst no comfort #characters with powers #logan sanders #ts logan #virgil sanders #ts virgil #Analogical #ts janus #Janus Sanders #ts patton #patton sanders #remus sanders

[katberk]

The Dog and the Lamb

Tommyinnit x fem reader

Summary: When two people that don’t get a long find out that they’re soulmates, things get confusing.

Soulmate AU

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Tommy, a young teenager who also goes by the name Tommyinnit. An influence and motivator to a lot of people out there.

Y/N another young teenager who goes by the name U/N. She’s a influencer and motivator to her fans as well.

Sadly these two don’t get along that well. Both of their fans knew how each glare and insult was meant, but they still shipped them together. It was chaotic, but there was one thing that made those two similar as hell, and that was the topic on soulmates.

~Y/N’s POV~

“Chat! What’s up with you today?!” I said with a smile on my face, setting up the live stream and seeing all the replies going at the speed of light. “No, today won’t be any Minecraft or gaming, I’m just gonna chat away with you guys! A chatting stream.” I explained with bigger smile crossing my already swollen cheeks.

I sat down in my gaming chair and gazed at the camera. “Ask questions, go crazy! Just talk to me chat.” My excitement couldn’t be contained anymore so I decided to roll up my sleeve and graze my tattoo. That action always calmed me down. I’m not sure why.

Questions were flying left to right, some saying how they wanted me to show them the new merch, and others were even complimenting me. Then a donation popped up. “Oh Sparkles! Thanks so much for the $20 dono! What’s my thoughts on soulmates?!”

My mind kinda stopped. What’s my thoughts on soulmates?! That question struck me with a wave of curiosity. On one hand, I’m always in wonder when it comes to the one I’m suppose to be destined with, but on the other it’s kinda scary. “I’m curious about the whole soulmate thing. I always wondered who I would be with when I grew older, but it’s supposed to be a mystery so it’s weird.” I could see that my answer wasn’t getting through their heads so I decided to try again.

“Well, there are different kinds of ways to find your soulmate, I was lucky to have a nice piece of art bestowed apon my arm.” I lifted up my right arm so my camera could see the black ink on my skin. It showed a dog barking at a fluffy little lamb. “I always found it cute, my mother said that I was the lamb, always calm and kind so I’m guessing the dog’s my soulmate...they must be crazy!” After the little explanation my chat started to blow up more with “Poggers”, “That’s so cute” and “I think I know who her soulmate is ;)” that last one peeked my interest.

“You guys know who my soulmate is?! What do you mean?” I was in disbelief... my fans knew my own soulmate? How?! “Please tell!” I was rubbing at my tattoo with more force now.

“Tommy’s streaming? I guess we can watch it all together!” I stopped rubbing my arm and began to click on the boy’s stream. ‘Why do I have to watch this?’

“You guys don’t need to tell me twice! I know what soulmates are! This big man can get any girl!” Tommy shouted in annoyance. He was playing on the SMP fixing up some of the holes from the god damn war that happened a week ago. I wasn’t really paying attention to the boy on the screen, he was ranting about the mess and how soulmates weren’t important to him at the moment.

Then a monotone voice started to play “Can you show us your tatto?!” That’s when I saw a glimpse of an image that was no doubt close to my heart, a dog barking at a fluffy lamb. “It’s weird, I mean I’m not so sure if there’s a meaning to it, but I really don’t give a fuck!”

My chat was going crazy, the person I was destined to be with was the guy who despised me. I cut my stream. I don’t know why, I’m not sure why I just stopped everything! I was confused...shocked, scared. My mind was blanking. I was panicking.

🌸Tommy’s POV🌸

“No Wilbur! I’m perfectly fine!” I said taking a sip of what was left in my can, I just ended stream a couple of minutes ago so it was just me and Will on discord.

“You seemed pretty tensed back there, I’m kinda worried Tommy.” Wilbur’s voice was laced with concern, Tommy started to look annoyed after the whole soulmate question. “You know you can tell me anything, right?” Wilbur just wanted an answer that satisfied his worry, even if it was just a little explanation.

“I don’t get the whole concept of soulmates Will! What makes it so important that people want to know what tattoo I have?!” Tommy signed turning to his phone and scrolling through Twitter.

“Do you really not get the concept of soulmates Tommy? You know how important they really are to people, it’s basically destiny to find someone who’s supposed to be there for you forever.” Will tried to explain in the easiest way possible so the little boy could understand.

“I just find it stupid, but it’s so fascinating at the same time! Why do they even need to exi-“ Tommy cut himself off when he saw the photo that you posted.

“What’s wrong Tommy? Are you okay?!” Wilbur asked in worry once again.

“Yeah, yeah! Don’t worry about it Will! Y/N just posted a picture of her soulmate tattoo! It’s the same as mine...” Tommy couldn’t believe his own eyes, the same dog and lamb! In the same exact position and everything!

Wilbur softly laughed at the surprised scream. “The dog and the fluffy looking lamb?” Tommy did a little “Mhmm” as a reply back.

The saying goes, “opposites attract.” A loud dog pestering a shy looking lamb. It’s the same as Tommy insulting Y/N...

A dog and a god damn lamb.

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So this is pretty shitty! I really wanted to do a soulmate Au fanfic because I’m actually kinda curious with the idea! Soooo this was just a really quick idea! If you guys want to request anything please do! I’m still learning to get better at writing so that’ll really it!

#tommyinnit #mcyt tommyinnit #mcyt #minecraft #tommyinnit x reader #x reader #soulmate au #mcyt fanfiction

[the-iceni-bitch]

An Early Christmas Gift

Pairing: Surprise (male protag) x Female Reader

Word Count: 5130

Warnings:  Explicit sexual content, explicit language, it’s porn y’all, 18+, SPOILERY CONTENT WARNINGS BELOW THE CUT! PLEASE BE MINDFUL!

A/N: Well ladies, school is slow, I’m off work, and I’m horny, so I have decided to bless you all with my second fic, also a submission in the 2020 Happy Hoeliday’s challenge hosted by the absolutely lovely @stargazingfangirl18​, @donutloverxo​, and @navybrat817​. I wanted to do something a little different with this one, where you don’t find out who your partner is until you get below the cut, like a fun little Christmas surprise. Due to the nature of this fic, there is some content that could be potentially upsetting that would also constitute potential spoilers, the the warnings for those are in the text itself. Please see further notes at the end of the fic and enjoy this little gift from me to you!

“Look honey, they’re perfect!” You exclaimed as you held up the tiny hat and booty set. “Gabi will love them!”

You hadn’t planned on doing any more Christmas shopping, but when your sister called as you were driving around the countryside surrounding Gruyeres to let you know she was pregnant, you knew you had to grab something from one of the adorable shops in the medieval Swiss town.

“Cadeau emballé s'il vous plaît.” You murmured to the shopkeeper as you handed over your payment, and within a few minutes you were walking out of the shop with a beautifully wrapped package, arm in arm with your partner. You were idly chatting about your plans for tomorrow (you’d have to be sure to get up early to ship your gift to Gabi) as you turned down an alleyway on the way back to your inn.

“Ah, fuck.” He murmured as you were halfway down the alley, and suddenly he had you pressed up against the wall with his mouth on yours. You dropped the bag containing your gift in surprise.

He pressed one palm against the small of your back to hold you flush against him while the other held his balance against the stone wall. One of his thighs moved in between your legs and started to edge your wool pencil skirt slowly upward. You got over the surprise quickly and brought your hands up to latch onto his hair as his tongue ran along your lower lip and you moaned into his mouth.

~~~~~~~~WARNING: GRAPHIC DEPICTIONS OF VIOLENCE~~~~~~~~~~

You almost missed the stranger that came up behind him and pressed a gun to his head.

“Que faites-vous?” the man hissed at you. You noticed four more men, two at each end of the alley, starting to move closer and started to sob.

“Qu'est-ce que vous voulez?” You gasped through a steady stream of tears. Your partner’s hands were now raised in supplication as his jaw clenched in a look of frustration.

“Pourquoi me suivez-vous, eh?” The man had now turned his attention to you, since you were the only one saying anything.

“We, we weren’t…” You had now reverted to your native English as you started to sink down the wall, a blubbering mess.

The man stepped forward and trained his gun on you, shifting his balance as he moved.

You ducked under your partner’s arm as you loosened one of the knives sewn into your coat sleeve, caught the wrist of the hand holding the gun, and slashed down his brachial artery.

“Merde!” he shouted, stumbling backwards as blood rushed down his arm. You could hear the other men cursing under their breath as they started to rush you.

You flipped the blade you were holding into your palm, then flung it into the throat of the nearest assailant before shrugging out of your coat. August was already out of his and was pulling out the gun he had tucked into his waistband.

“They’re too close for that.” You told him as the last three closed in on you. Then you saw 2 more rushing into the alley and let out a sigh. “Damn.”

The newcomers started firing as you dove into a nook in the wall. August had his sights trained on them as he started to take his shots. The other three were on you in seconds.

You managed to dodge the first few punches as you drew two new knives from inside your boot. You caught a glancing blow to your ribs before kicking the culprit twice, once to the diaphragm, once to the face. You felt arms wrap around you from behind as you were lifted off the ground by the largest lackey. You started gasping as he began to squeeze the air out of your lungs.

You whipped your head back fast and felt a crunch as you connected with his nose. He dropped you to the ground with a hiss and you plunged a knife back and connected with flesh, earning yourself a momentary reprieve. You used the other knife to cut a slit up the thigh of your skirt to allow you to move more.

The gunfire had stopped at this point and you managed to catch a glimpse of August grappling with one of the gunmen before one of your assailants bowled into you. As he tried to flip you onto your back, you managed to take over the momentum and wrap your knee around his neck until you heard a snap.

You felt a sharp pain in your side as you straightened back up and were fairly sure you now had a broken rib. You turned to face your final attacker when you heard a choked off scream and a body flew into your field of vision, crashing into the man you were facing.

You turned to your left to see August pumping his fists as he strode after the man he had just thrown across the alleyway like a ragdoll. You squared up shoulder to shoulder as your two opponents did the same.

The final fight started with a crash. The two of you had vastly different fighting styles. You were all strategy, dodging most blows, planning your strikes for maximum damage. August was all brute force; he simply absorbed any body shots and knew that the size and force of his fists would cause damage no matter where they landed. The fight finally ended with your opponent with a knife through his eye, while August’s opponent’s head was almost ripped off with a broken neck.

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“Motherfucker,” you exclaimed, “they shot the baby gift!”

August was already dialing a sanitation team as you went over to inspect the damage. You may have been able to salvage it if someone hadn’t managed to bleed into the bullet hole in the packaging, soaking the beanie and booties.

Leaving the ruined present behind, you went to search the corpses for any useful information. You found one potentially salvageable cell phone (it was only covered in blood, not crushed) and nothing else.

“Shit”

“Sloane wants to talk to you,” August said, handing you his cell.

“Y/L/N, you wanna tell me what exactly the situation is there?”

“Did Walker not give you a run down?”

“His run downs tend to be minimal at best, this one was ‘lots of dead bodies in an alley, send a team.’”

You winced as you touched your ribs to assess the damage. “Yeah, that sounds like him. They made us and boxed us in. I have one cell I may be able to get something out of. Does rice work for absorbing blood or just water?”

You heard a snort over the line. “Take it back to your safe house and I’ll have an analyst pick it up tomorrow. Right now, you need to get out of there, we’re showing law enforcement heading to your location.”

“Alright. Hey, can you have that analyst pick up a replacement baby gift for me?” You asked as you held up a blood-soaked booty.

“Sure, they love when I give them errands.” You heard the sarcasm dripping from her voice.

“We’re on our way back. I’m trashing our phones just in case.” You said as you walked through the alley, making sure to collect all the knives you had used and tucking them back into their designated sheathes.

“Good plan. The analyst will bring you replacements in the morning. Stay in your room at the inn and don’t leave under any circumstances.”

“You got it boss.” You placed the phone on a slightly raised cobblestone at an angle and brought your boot down on it hard, hearing it crack.

You did the same with the phone in your purse as August walked back over to you, carrying both of your coats.

“Hey Walker, what the fuck was that kiss?”

He winced at you. “I thought it would throw them off.”

“Uh-huh” you mumbled as you shrugged your coat back on. That may have explained why he kissed you, but definitely not the way he kissed you. “You’re bleeding”

“Yeah, one of them grazed me”

“Alright, I’ll stitch you up when we get back to the hotel. Put your coat over it for now”

He groaned when he stretched his arm through the sleeve of his coat, feeling the burning of the wound along his ribs now that his adrenaline was going down.

You hobbled back into your room at the inn after you managed to calm down the tiny innkeeper. You weren’t sure how you convinced her you had both just tripped as you were walking down a hill, but she seemed to buy it. She insisted on sending up a bundle of hot towels with you and a bucket of ice, which you thanked her for.

After locking the door behind you, you pulled out the first aid kit from under your bed and turned to your patient.

“I hope you’re not too attached to that sweater.”

“What?” August was slowly rolling his coat off his shoulders. He had rolled the sweater up around his elbows during the fight, exposing his well-muscled forearms.

“Even if I could get the blood out of it, I’m going to need to cut it off you.” You told him over your shoulder as you scrubbed your hands. “I don’t want to drag it over the wound and cause any more damage.”

“Alright.”

You drew the scissors out of the kit and held the sweater away from his torso as you began cutting up towards his neckline. He winced when the edge of your hand barely skimmed the wound.

“This sweater is ridiculously tight Walker; I’m doing my best.”

“You’re fine just get it over with.” He said through gritted teeth.

“I haven’t even started cleaning it and you’re already complaining. Do you want me to knock you out for a couple of stitches?”

“Do you have a sedative in that kit?”

“The kit is the sedative. One good ram against your skull should have you down for the count.”

He started laughing in spite of himself before groaning at the pain.

“If you don’t hold still, I really will knock you out.” You scolded him, pouring an iodine solution over the wound.

“Fuck, Y/L/N! Ah, that stings.”

“Here, bite down on this.” You folded up a towel and handed it to him. He shoved it in his mouth and clamped down as you ran a flame over the needle you would be using. He let out a grunt around it when you first inserted the needle but managed to settle in as you got to work.

Less than a minute later, you finished your beautiful blanket stitch and were about to start wrapping his torso when he stayed your hand.

“Leave it.”

“Suit yourself.” You said, standing up. You winced suddenly as you had forgotten about your own injury and it was now screaming at you. “Shit.” You hissed. “Help me out of my coat?”

“What’s wrong with you?”

“Pretty sure I have at least one broken rib.”

He stood up and helped you shrug out of your heavy coat. “Jesus, how many knives are in here?”

“Six?” you said as you did a mental tally. “No, seven. Two in each sleeve, two in the waist, one in between the shoulders.” You went to the bathroom mirror and untucked your blouse from your skirt, pulling up the edge to get a good look at your bruised torso.

“You really need to carry seven knives with you?”

“No. Those are just the ones sewn into the coat.” You put your shirt back down. “Good news, pretty sure I just have a bruised diaphragm. Hurts like a bitch but not a whole lot you can do about it.”

You turned around to head back to the bedroom when you bumped into August’s bare chest.

“Where do you keep the other knives?”

He was looking at you with what you had originally assumed were adrenaline blown eyes, but now recognized as the dilated pupils of lust. His blood must have still been up from the fight.

With your boots still on you were almost as tall as him, but he was a solid wall of muscle in front of you and while you could move him if you needed to, that wouldn’t be good for either of your injuries.

“What are you doing?” You asked him, looking him dead in the eye as you shifted your stance, ready to fight if you had to, but you thought you would have a better chance if you ran.

He let out a sigh and stepped back on his heels, allowing you to relax a bit.

“I think I misread this situation.”

“How exactly?”

“Listen,” he said, “there’s nothing like a good fuck after a fight and we’ve been partnered for almost six months now. I know we’re normally able to take care of ourselves but since we’re stuck in this room together with just the one bed, it would probably be less awkward if we just…”

“’You know we’re normally able to take care of ourselves?’ Where the fuck did you get that idea?”

“You’re not very quiet.” He said bluntly, which you honestly couldn’t deny so you just started laughing.

“No, that’s definitely true” You said. Standing there, looking at him leaning up against the wall with his naked torso that looked like it had been chiseled by Da Vinci after a particularly exquisite wet dream, you couldn’t even deny that often, the thought of him between your legs was enough to push over the edge in your post-fight sessions.

“Alright then let’s set some ground rules. Hard limits for me are going to be anything related to urine or feces. No real soft limits but if you want to do breath play you better know what you’re doing. My safe word is ‘balsam’. What about you?”

He was looking at you with his face in a state of total shock. “Umm, what?”

“What are your limits Walker? What won’t you do? What are you willing to do but aren’t crazy about?”

“No, no, I know what limits are. Same as yours, I guess my safe word can be ‘spruce’?” he almost made the second sentence a question. “You’re fine with this?”

“Should I not be fine with this? We’re both professionals, this is strictly so we’re able to sleep after…”

You didn’t have time to finish your thought as he lifted you up and wrapped your legs around him. He pulled your head down to his and parted your lips with his tongue. You greeted it with yours as he lay you down on the bed and ripped your skirt the rest of the way off from the slit you made in it earlier, revealing a custom garter belt that held four more knives on each thigh. At the sight of that he laughed.

“Is that all of them?”

You propped yourself up on your elbows and looked at him through your lashes. “Why don’t you get the rest of this off and find out?” You said, holding up one booted calf and rubbing it against his shoulder.

He growled at you as he ripped the boot off and ran his teeth against the arch of your foot, causing a quiver to run up your leg and ripple through your core. He removed the other boot next and pulled you down until you were straddling him, then he tore through the buttons on your blouse and yanked you up to roll it down your shoulders. Then he took a step back to take a good look at you.

“Sevent… seventeen knives, really?” He said, looking you over.

Aside from the eight knives around your thighs, you had two around each of your calves, four tucked into the waist portion of your special garter belt, and one between your breasts.

“Twenty-four total, along with the coat.” You grinned up at him. “This custom set cost me a pretty penny, so no tearing it off me like an animal.” You said, glancing over at your ruined skirt and blouse.

“I think I’ll let you remove all of that, for my own safety.”

You threw your head back and laughed, then stood up and started to unstrap yourself.

You started with your left leg, removing the small sheath belt on your calf, and placing it on your trunk, then removing the four knives from the thigh before unbuckling it. Then you moved onto your right leg, fully unstrapping everything there before undoing your garter belt completely at the waist. Finally, you undid your very special bra and placed that on top of the impressive pile, turning back to Walker in only your panties and stockings.

He was looking at you with a lust blown gaze and his fists clenching and unclenching at his side. You could see the outline of a very impressive hard on through his tight slacks and felt yourself clench around nothing as a rush of arousal soaked your panties.

“Fuck, Y/N. That was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.”

You rolled your eyes at him as you strode over, pulling him down for a quick kiss before sinking to your knees. “Low bar there bud, we’ll see if we can improve on that before the night’s out.” You said as you started to undo his belt.

“Um, starting already?”

You gave the outline of his cock a soft nip through his slacks and his hips twitch involuntarily as he took in a sharp intake of breath.

“I mean, I can draw this out if you really want, but I’m pretty sure we’re past the foreplay stage at this point.” You say, pulling down his slacks and boxer briefs to free his extremely impressive cock. It almost slaps you in the face as it bounces back up towards his abdomen. You make eye contact with him as you slowly drag your tongue along the base from root to tip.

“Shit, yeah, you’re right.” He lets out in a quick breath, tilting his head back and screwing his eyes shut.

You give him a wicked grin as you continue staring up through your lashes. Your tongue flicks around the tip a few times, lapping up the trickle of pre-cum that is forming before you slowly take the head of his cock in your mouth, humming around it as you do.

“Jesus, fuck.” He cries as his knees buckle and he lands on the bed with a huff. You slide forward on your knees to follow him and dip your hand between your legs to coat it in your own arousal, before gripping his length and sucking on first one velvety sack, then the other.

His breathing is becoming irregular as he stares at you through hooded eyes. You take his cock in your mouth again and he wraps your hair around his fist as you start to slowly move your head up and down, taking him in a little deeper each time. You feel his tip hit the back of your throat and start to breathe through your nose as you swallow around his cock.

“Shit,” he exclaims as he falls back and places a second hand on the back of your head as he starts to fuck his hips up into your mouth. “Y/N, I’m gonna cum.”

His hips stutter as he tries to pull out, but you get your own hands under his hips to hold him in place. He lets out a low groan and you feel his release running hot snakes down your throat. You continue swallowing around his softening dick until your sure he has nothing left to give you, then you release him with a pop and wipe the drool from your chin.

You slowly kiss and lick your way up his torso, dipping your tongue into the ripples between his muscles and making low, humming noises as you do. His ragged breathing has started to even out as you reach his neck, running your teeth along his pulse point and nipping at his jaw before you place your mouth over his and flick your tongue along his bottom lip.

“Good for you, baby?” You ask against his lips, feeling the scratch of his stubble and moustache against your soft skin as you gently pull on his lips with your teeth.

You feel him grin against your mouth as answer before his tongue meets yours.

“Fucking great, your turn now.”

You only have a second to prepare as he wraps his hands around the outside of your thighs and yanks you up the bed with a yelp until your straddling his face. He buries his face against your silk covered mound and gives a sharp inhale before he starts kissing and softly biting at the skin of your inner thighs, his facial hair scratching at the sensitive skin.

“Take these things off.” He says, pulling at your panties with his teeth before letting them snap back into place as you let out a strangled gasp.

You somehow manage to remove them from the awkward position you’re in and as soon as they’re gone, August drags his tongue along your slit at an agonizingly slow pace.

Your brain short circuits and you have to brace both your hands against the headboard so you don’t collapse onto his face. He moves a hand up to palm your breast, working your pebbled nipple in between his fingers as his tongue circles your clit.

“God, honey, you taste amazing.” He murmured against you before shoving his tongue inside your cunt and making you scream. “You gonna cum all over my…”

You cut him off by grinding your pussy into his face. “Stop talking.” You hiss at him. You can feel your orgasm building and want relief as soon as possible.

You feel his smile against you as he starts fucking you with his mouth in earnest, wrapping his arms around your thighs before he starts sucking on your clit.

The sight of those forearms around your legs combined with the soft hums and moans he’s making against your skin send you teetering over the edge. You feel yourself clench around his tongue and let out a cry, your body tightening and releasing as wave after wave of pleasure wrack you.

When you had finally finished, August slowly rolled you over and softly kissed down your leg as he lowered you onto the pillows. You groaned and arched your back when he stopped, hating the loss of sensation. Your heart was still beating like crazy as you propped yourself up on your elbows to gaze at him.

His hair was damp with sweat as it tumbled into his eyes in loose curls. He raked his fingers back through it to push it out of his face, and you saw that his moustache and stubble were soaked with your slick as he licked his lips and stared at you. You let out a low moan and bit your lip as you felt desire pool at your core once more. You pulled his face down to yours and started cleaning the evidence of your orgasm from his facial hair with your lips as you wrapped your legs around his waist. You felt him harden against you as he began rocking his hips, sliding his cock against your swollen clit and you let out a small whine.

“Ready again so soon sweetheart?” He murmured into your ear, nuzzling himself in the small hollow behind the hinge of your jaw. He slips one hand underneath you and presses you into him further, coating his cock in your arousal.

“Fuck.” You hiss. “Jesus, get inside me now.”

“Condom?”

“I’m on the pill.”

He smiles against your neck as his hips still and he lines himself up at your entrance. You let out a strangled cry as he slams into you, bottoming out immediately.

“Fuck, you’re so tight honey.” He growls into your neck as he stops moving completely.

After a few beats of stillness, you speak up.

“August, I kind of need you to move.”

“Yeah, just give me a second.” You feel his face screwed up against your neck as he holds you there. He’s trying not to come like a teenager two pumps into their first warm cunt. He pulls out of you halfway before slowly pushing back in, and your hands scramble on his back, begging him to pick up the pace as you flutter around him. He finally starts fucking into you at a steady rhythm as you take in a sharp breath.

As he starts to pick up the pace, he takes your left leg from around his waist and moves it so your ankle is propped on his shoulder. He places small bites along your ankle as he presses his thumb into the arch of your foot, causing you to clench around him and gasp, screwing your eyes closed as he edges you closer and closer. You feel his grin against your calf as his hand moves to your upper back and he pulls you up to mouth at your breast, rolling your hardened nipple between his tongue and teeth.

“August!” you let out a scream at the new position. The change in angles has him hitting your sweet spot over and over, and now he is slamming into you fast. “I’m gonna cum!”

“That’s right baby, scream for me.” He pulls you up flush against him and you wrap your arms around his neck so he can stabilize himself against the wall. The hand he isn’t using for balance slides in between you, using two fingers to work your clit as he fucks you harder and harder while kissing you deeply. The bed frame sounds like it’s about to fall apart as he fucks you into the headboard.

You cry into his mouth as the tension in your core snaps and you fly apart around him. Your cunt clenches and flutters as you feel yourself turn to jelly, sinking back onto the pillows as he continues to fuck into you at a punishing speed, a hand on each of your hips as he pulls you onto him over and over.

You feel yourself building again quickly as his cock starts to twitch inside you and your velvety walls constrict around him again. You don’t know if you can handle another orgasm at this point.

He looks down at you as his pace becomes irregular and gives you a wicked grin. “C’mon baby, give me one more.”

You let out a low moan as he presses a thumb to your overworked clit and you spasm up off the bed as your pleasure is released. You feel all the muscles in your core tremble from the strain, and your previously forgotten rib injury makes itself known.

August isn’t far behind you and you feel his hips stutter as his release coats your walls and he hisses your name through clenched teeth before collapsing on top of you and burying his face in your neck. You feel him starting to soften as he slides out of you and he rolls to the side breathing heavily. You lay next to each other for a few moments, waiting for your heart rates to slow down and breathing to regulate before you even try to move or talk. It’s been a while since either of you have been so thoroughly fucked, and you didn’t realize how much you needed it until this moment. You finally come down from your post-fuck high, and groan as you sit up and try to head to the bathroom, knees almost giving out once you stand up. Walker starts laughing behind you and you turn to throw a pillow at his head, which he catches in mid-air. Once your sea legs are back, you make your way to the bathroom for a post-fuck piss. You hear a muttered “Shit” from the bedroom, and the rattle of jostled furniture, and start cackling as you start to run the shower.

“God a shower will be great.” Walker says as he stumbles into view, still pretty obviously fuck-drunk.

“It’s a whore’s bath for you. I can’t believe your stitches stayed in place during all of that, there’s no way I’m letting you ruin them now.”

“You’re so fucking bossy, I oughta…”

He doesn’t get a chance to finish that thought as there is a sudden pounding on the door. You both snap into alert stances as you toss a robe at him and wrap one around yourself quickly. He grabs his gun and takes up a stance behind the door, then gives you a nod once he’s ready, jaw clenched in preparation. You swing the door open to find Mdm. Eberle, the 80-year-old innkeeper, standing there with her even more ancient husband, holding what you can only assume was a previously decorative rifle from the 1700s that they had hauled down from above the fireplace.

“Madame Trellier,” she whimpers at you. “The room below you heard screaming and horrible noises and we… oh.” She trails off once she gets a good look at you.

You caught a glimpse of yourself in the mirror before you answered the door, and there was really no other way to describe your appearance than well fucked. Your hair was bunched up and mussed, your mascara was running, and there were love bites running down your neck and on to your chest. Not that the state of the room was any better. Your discarded clothes were still in plain view, and you now noticed a small crack running up the wall behind the headboard that definitely wasn’t there before.

Mssr. Eberle’s look abruptly change from a scowl to childish glee as he gave you a toothless grin while Mdm. Eberle covered her mouth with one hand as a flush crept up to her face.

You started to apologize profusely when Walker chose this moment to stride out from behind the door with a cocky grin on his face, wrap his hand around your waist, and give you a kiss on the neck before heading into the bathroom.

Poor Mdm. Eberle started spluttering while her husband started cackling, assuring you that there was no need to apologize as she started scurrying away. Mssr. Eberle gave you a lecherous wink before following her, and you closed the door behind them with a sigh.

“Stay out of that shower!” You scolded Walker as you headed into the bathroom, ready to get back to the States already so you could debrief and maybe actually be home for the holidays. You didn’t even notice the cellphone you had collected from your attackers was now on the bedside table, laying on top of an electromagnet.

   END

More A/N: Y’all, I had way too much fun with this one. I actually enjoyed writing the non-smut portion as much as the sweet, smutty goodness. I also think I maybe have a bad boy kink? Who knows, we’ll explore further.

Happy Hoelidays!

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[the-silentium]

Featuring a Cyborg and a Magician

Masterlist

Pairing: Bad Batch x Reader, Hunter x Reader, Crosshair x Reader

Words: 5667 words

Warnings: Kayden is a warning of his own.

A/N: Let’s have some fun shall we? I decided that now was the time to include Echo if I ever wanted to include Omega.

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"Ooooh can I come on this one too?" Kayden clapped his hands excitedly like a child, his eyes wide in anticipation and nearly bouncing on his seat. 

As it turned out, taking him with you all wasn't hard. It only required a Batcher to have your wooden crest in their possession for him to be able to follow them in a 3 klicks radius and his presence on missions had helped on the two previous ones he slipped himself in. 

Retrieving heavily guarded data was a walk in the park when you could have someone walk in there like a tourist, search around for his objective while ignoring the commands of the clankers surrounding him and laugh as the friendly fire killed a majority of the enemy forces. 

He even managed to detonate a malfunctioning bomb by walking right up to it, press the button to blow up the whole base and pop back into the Marauder in a second, whistling like it was nothing. Correcting the error in the programming would have taken too much time and the chances of a Batcher being hurt would have risen exponentially with each passing second. 

He was a precious ace up your sleeves… when he wasn't a shit digger. 

Unsurprisingly, his not-so-hidden talent was to create chaos wherever he passed. It was true back in Alryan, it was still true in the Havoc Marauder. Many new rules were created to ensure that nothing too awkward happened and to keep a somewhat control over the situation. 

Rule number one: Kayden had to be visible at all times when in the ship, the only exception to the rule being when people outside the Batch were around. Two: the barracks were off-limits as he didn't sleep and there were established relationships aboard that liked to have their private alone time. Then came rule number three: do not be a nuisance. This command encompassed the pranks, the whining and the fact that he couldn't be seen or else the Batch would be in deep problems. 

"General Skywalker is a Jedi, Kayden. What if he can sense you? Or worse, what if he sees you? What do you want us to tell him?" 

Cody's debrief has been short and a bit too vague to your liking. Usually, he was more concise but then again, you've rarely worked with Jedis before. In the nearly two years you passed with them, it only happened once and it was a memorable experience. 

Watching those two peacekeepers fight from your seat in the Havoc Marauder left you in awe. Their movements and grace made a straining fight look so easy and- "Dunno. That he should stop doing spices?" 

Kayden said it with such nonchalance that you nearly got whiplash at how quick you turned to face him, although you did choke on air at the mere idea of insulting a General that can use the Force.

"No. You're sitting this one out. We can't risk blowing her cover if he can link you to her and Fors." Hunter intervened while getting his armor on, just like the rest of the team. 

"He could be useful during the recon part of the mission." Tech pointed out, adjusting his pauldrons. "There are still a lot of unknown variables in this operation and his abilities could be desirable on the field." 

"Yeah what he said." Kayden's arms crossed at his chest. You rolled your eyes at his childishness and finished strapping your custom chestplate on to get to your rerebraces and vambraces. 

"If you can refrain from pulling tricks on everyone and follow orders that is." Tech added with a heavy look. If it managed to get his attention away from his datapad, then it was a really important point. 

"I can do that." You would have laughed at how definite he sounded, but Crosshair beat you to it. 

"Right." The sniper sneered and you smirked. Now that he could get away with pretty much anything, Kayden often took pleasure in disturbing the grey-haired clone and rile him up until you had to intervene or Crosshair would blow a fuse. 

"You ass-"

"The answer's still no. We successfully completed missions with bigger holes in them than this one. We'll manage." Hunter put an end to the debate just as he slipped his helmet on his head. 

"Yeah cuz y'all like big holes, eh?" Since he was losing, he retreated to his old habits. You kind of felt bad for him. You knew he was bored of staying on the ship. Hells, even you who were the assigned pilot had more fun in this thin can because you could actually fly it. All he could do was watch all days long and wait all nights long. 

"Better stop talking now." Crosshair too slipped his bucket on and grabed his rifle for a last inspection. 

"Or you'll hit me?" Smugness dripped from each of his words, a daring look in his eyes. 

"Let's not get there, shall we?" You showed him the Core between your fingers, that he knew you could control his density with. Wrecker happily tested your theory a while back. 

"No thank you." Kayden conceded defeat, hands in the air and slumped in his seat behind you, arms crossed. 

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The recon went well if you based yourself on the fact that everyone was still in one piece, regs and Batchers alike. There was no denying that you were worried Crosshair would cause too much problem to the boys in blue. It seemed like there was tension between them and your abrasive boyfriend, but nothing too dangerous.

As the Marauder's pilot, you stayed behind with the ship and by extension, Kayden, who whined the whole time about not being able to enjoy his time as a ghost. 

"I'm still young! Now's the time to enjoy myself! Not when I'll be an old rat like that chandeler."

"Chancelor." You'd correct him on the title, but not on the old rat. You had to admit that he did give off that vibe. As for his age, you actually had no idea if he was still aging or not. 

You admired your work, the ship was in order, every supply has been replenished in the boys' absence, the fuels tanks were full to the brim and all that was missing for the ship to be complete was the crew of walking testosterone. 

A couple of hours later they arrived and you fussed over them. None were injured, to your relief, and everyone headed to bed for a short night of sleep. Everyone who could sleep, that is. 

You knew it'd be awkward to have a Jedi on board so you geared up quickly, wolfed down your plain food that the GAR dared call a breakfast and put your whole armor on, deadset on keeping your helmet on until the mission was over. Not even Crosshair managed to take it off you for a kiss. 

"It'll be fine." He'd reassured you with that soft tone he only reserved for his time alone with you. The following keldabe kiss put you more at ease. 

The effect only lasted an hour. 

Shortly after, the General entered the ship with his Captain in tow and you set course on Skako Minor. 

You had managed to lay low for a good part of the trip with your Bad Batch fashioned bucket on and some good old shut-your-mouth. The boys at the back kept all the attention, Kayden remained invisible and civilized, while you navigated the ship alongside Tech. 

Everything was alright until you felt Skywalker's gaze taking you in, up and down slowly just like the two Jedis a year ago. He analyzed you the same manner they both did, with an attentive eye and- you couldn't see it but you were sure it was there- a small frown. Your heartbeat picked up again and you forcefully swallowed the lump in your throat. 

Tech's theory about your origins being somehow mixed with the Jedis' must be true to some extent. Three out of three force users took a special interest in you and you were sure what got their attention was the weird wave of energy traveling between you. 

He approached the front of the ship and you could now see his scrunched eyebrows, his head slightly tilted to the side, still trying to figure out what was special about you. 

Heat raised to your cheeks under your helmet, every muscle in your legs contracted to keep you from listening to your fears of being separated from your newfound family and run away. There was nowhere to run anyway, you weren't in the jungle anymore. 

Would he try to invade your mind like Wrecker said? Would he find out who you were? Stay calm. Keep your mask on like in the village and it'll be fine. Calm your mind.

After more than a year on this ship, you developed the useful ability to distinguish who was walking where with the mere sound of the person's steps. Each clone had a distinctive footstep and right now, it was Hunter who moved to your side to save your ass. The sore muscles in your legs started relaxing, followed by the drum in your chest. You'd be fine. Hunter will have it under control. 

Then, right before Hunter could intervene, General Skywalker suddenly gripped his shoulder in a hiss, freezing the blood in your veins. The man looked behind him to find no one close enough to have hurt him and flee. All the others were minding their own business, while Hunter was yet not within arms reach.  

"What…" 

"General?" Captain Rex inquired after he approached at his CO's sound of pain, the confusion on his features reflected perfectly the one on the brunette's face. 

The Jedi stood silent for a moment longer. You felt the energy around him shifting as he searched his surroundings for something. Please do not find him. Please do not find him! 

Thank the gods Texh was actually piloting the ship, your attention so completely focussed on the General that you could have rammed into an asteroid the size of a planet. 

"It's nothing." He shrugged it off and reported his attention on you. "I don't think no one mentioned a pilot. What's your name trooper?"

Talking to General Skywalker was inevitable and you knew it. You simply didn't think that you'd be stuck in a Kayden-induced stress while doing so.  

"Not a trooper, sir." You removed your helmet to show him what you meant and offer him a sheepish smile. "My name's Y/N."

"My apologies. I didn't know the GAR assigned civilians to trooper squads." Again, he eyed you up and down, but you kept your cool this time. He didn't seem to be able to find what was wrong and didn't force an access in your head. 

"It's rare but not unheard of. Her abilities with a ship made her a good match for our team and the," He paused to search for an adequate word. "Type of mission we usually do." Tech elaborated on your situation. 

"And what type is that?" Rex came closer to get a good look at you and even offer you a hand to shake. 

"Downright suicidal, Captain." You managed to genuinely chuckle while shaking his hand in a firm grip. "I'd recommend strapping in, the landing will be a difficult one." You announced as the first turbulence racked the Marauder.

You silently prayed that this situation with the blue-eyed Jedi would be the only difficult part of the mission. Helmet back on, you showed off your skills by landing the ship in a raging storm. 

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There was very little you could do for Echo without using the Core. After reading through the whole Forsian book about its powers, you learned that it could be used to heal dying planets and basically anything in the galaxy. 

Your desire to create or heal a planet was extremely low. However, your desire to heal your comrades was very high. Instead of creating life and whatnot, you used the Core to heal their wounds and keep them safe. So far, no one had been on the verge of death so the crystal passed its time tucked in your pocket that was now closed with a zipper to ensure that it did not slip out.

The book didn't tell whether or not using the Core affected the Force so you refrained from using the golden rock on Echo seeing as Tech and yourself highly supposed that it did, as it was said that the Force was connected to every form of life and the Core was the initial creator of life. There was no way you'd leave hints for General Skywalker to pick. 

Echo went off a while ago, looking paler than Kayden, to barge in a strategic debrief with too many Generals for you to ever consider following him. Now that the ship was only composed of members of the Bad Batch, reprimands were in order. 

"You hit the General?!" Despite keeping his voice down, the strength in his tone unconsciously caused you to press further into the cushion of your seat in the cockpit.

"I pinched him because he made her uncomfortable." Kayden popped on the Sergeant's left with a scowl of his own. To his credit, he did stay with you in the ship and followed Hunter's orders. You were sure he would have sneaked the crest on someone's backpack like he did on the very mission he attended. 

"I was going to intervene." You let them bicker, instead turning to Tech when his hand fell to your armored shoulder. 

"I get it that you've had another sort of connection with the General." His curious brown eyes met yours for a whole second. 

"Yeah. It was more powerful with him than with the others." You recalled, remembering how the dull hum between you and General Skywalker was way more significant than the one flowing between you and the two previous Jedis. 

"I highly suspect that the strength of the bond is influenced by the strength of the Jedi. General Skywalker is known to be quite strong Force-wise." He typed away at his vambrace too fast for you to keep up with his notes. Back-Up peered up at you with her dark eyes, her body wrapped tightly around Tech's vambrace to enjoy the warmth radiating from the electronics below the plastoid. "It seems like you can still feel a particular form of Force despite not being sensitive to it. Surely due to your legacy and your connection to the Core. It is the source of the Force after all."

You nearly yelped when a fist collided with your shoulder. Wrecker's playful punch didn't hurt as much as it scared the shit out of you. "Yes because she's a goddess!" 

You sighed at the perpetual reminder that you may or may not be as normal as you'd like to be. Wrecker's excitement was cute and all, but you wanted to be their equal, not some deity that could be perceived as superior or something. 

You knew your two boyfriends had been influenced by it at some point. He never told you, but you were certain Crosshair had been intimidated or would use the excuse of you being "better than he was" to belittle himself. He had started distancing himself a little, although you didn't let him the time to get too far and reassured him that you didn't care who or what you were, that all you wanted was to be his. Hunter found himself on the other side of the spectrum. He would often use the excuse of you being a "goddess" to worship you more than necessary. He didn't get it the wrong way like his brother, no, he used it to his advantage, whispering words of adoration and how he could venerate your body all day long. You blushed at the memory of your last worshipping session. 

"Am not!"

"You are!"

"Am not!" 

"You brought Kayden back! And you healed my blaster burn the other week and you helped that village on Ruusan when their entire crops have been destroyed by the clankers!" 

You bit your lip at the reminder of what you did. Tech had been against your intervention, saying that miraculously reappearing crops would be awfully suspicious and could be easily linked to the team. You'd listened in the beginning, but as the day passed, you noticed more and more people hurting from hunger. Kids who couldn't understand why they couldn't satisfy their rumbling stomachs cried their hunger, mothers did their best to not seem affected but from a sharp, adult eye, their suffering was clear. 

You weren't an idiot. New crops didn't magically grow back in under a minute. No, deep down you wished that there was a nearby undiscovered meadow, hidden in the dense vegetation, where juicy fruits grew in the trees and small preys liked to play. Edible fungus pullulated through the grass amongst the root vegetables that were already ready to be harvested. 

It had been 100% unintentional. You'd thought that this could have been a good idea and the next thing you knew, a kid came back running with two round fruits in his hands, holding them like they were treasures and claiming that there was “infinite” more. Needless to say, the kid's overstatement gave you a heart attack and won you a lecture by not only Tech but Hunter too. Up to this day, you never regretted accidentally helping them. Not when the kids were cheering in glee at the food and the moms were relieved to the point of spilling some tears. 

"She's a what who did what?" A voice rang out from the Havoc Marauder's entrance, sending your heartbeat and body heat through the roof. 

Echo stood there in his new armor, courtesy of Clone Force 99's armor surplus from when Tech developed your own custom model, a deep frown deforming his tired features. 

For a split second, everyone stood there, frozen in place, until Crosshair harshly pulled the clone inside and hit the buttons near the door to lift the ramp. Should have done that sooner. You could at least be relieved that he was alone and not accompanied by either his Captain or General. 

"Who's that?" Echo added once he realized he'd walked in a confidential conversation and that everyone was wracking their brains to find a suitable lie. His features hardened from confusion to suspicion as he shook Crosshair off his arm and stood straighter. 

Kayden, who was still poking Hunter's chest plate, clapped his hands once and kept them pressed together. "No one." There was an awkward pause as he met yours and Hunter's gaze and turned to Echo with a wink. "Don't do spices." He uselessly added before vanishing. 

The gloved hand flying to your forehead was purely unintentional. Idiot! 

"What was that?! Where did he go?" The clone took a step backward, his eyes moving around frantically. 

"He's- eh-" Hunter was the first to attempt to defuse the situation. He was a good liar. Knew what signs to avoid, how to keep his vitals as normal as possible and had quite a quick reply. The thing was, Echo had had enough time to see that Kayden wasn't just the fruit of his imagination and the moron even talked. The alarmed expression on Wrecker's face wasn't helping either. 

Considering all the factors, you decided that Hunter's lie would not do. "Echo, calm down. Let us explain." You abandoned your seat to get closer. 

"How can I trust what you say when you hide things from the GAR and that- the man that was there- he…" He tripped on his words and guilt washed over you. The poor man passed years at the Techno Union's mercy, was brainwashed, butchered up and patched back up with mechanical pieces. He was already lost and confused and what he overheard wasn't helping. 

"Big words coming from you." Your jaw tightened as soon as Crosshair cut him off, the toothpick between his lips moving from one side of his mouth to the other. 

Echo bristled at the attack. "What does that mean?" 

"You've been a Separatist puppet for quite some time, selling the GAR every time you could. Now, how do we know you won't be selling us out?" He grabbed his toothpick and threw it with a flick to the white and blue chestplate before you could even lift your hand to stop him. 

"I wasn't in control! I'd never betray the GAR and my brothers!" 

"Cross, stop." You put yourself between the sniper and the once reg, your right hand falling on the grey plastoid to keep him at bay and maybe calm his arrogance. You knew his whole demeanor was because he was worried you'd be taken away if Echo decided to report you and what happened with Kayden. You were worried too. Scared even. But it wasn't Echo's fault and you couldn't hold it against him. Talking about such things when still on base had been stupid and reckless. 

Crosshair didn't meet your eyes but you knew he'd not interfere when the muscles in his neck relaxed. Your hand fell to your side and you turned to Echo. "My instinct tells me that you're trustworthy, so listen. What I'll tell you must not be repeated outside the Marauder and to no one else."

"Y/N-" Hunter tried to talk you down from telling the truth, a hand softly grabbing on your shoulder to catch your attention. 

"It's alright. Echo's a good one." You smiled warmly at the tattooed clone. "I'm not a goddess," You shot a look at Wrecker who nodded his head in contradiction. "But I can create some things at will. Like crops and such." You intentionally forgot to mention the Core. You trusted your gut, but let's not forget that the Lumsins fooled you once. "And the guy you saw was Kayden. He's- eh…"

"Your brother." A voice rang out from nowhere and everywhere, scaring Echo who jumped and hit a console with his elbow. 

Silently wishing he did not hit his funny bone, you continued. "Adopted. But yeah. He's that. And he's technically dead." 

His eyes grew wide and once again, he seemed to struggle to find the right words."Wh- Did you say dea-" 

Sharp knocks on the side of the ship cut the conversation short. "Permission to get in? I hope you're all ready in there!" 

Everyone straightened, multiple pairs of eyes fell on the 501st trooper to see how he'd react. Against a majority of the expectations aboard the Marauder, Echo kept his mouth shut. 

"Of course General! Sorry about the ramp!" You answered the man outside the door before quickly glancing back at Echo. "If you keep this for yourself, I'll explain more later." You promised and even offered your hand to seal the deal. 

After looking at the boys behind you that you were sure looked back at him with hard looks and maybe some distrustful gazes, he nodded once, shook your hand and stepped aside so you could lower the ramp for the blue Captain and his General. 

"Welcome back." You smiled before hurrying away to your seat, away from the weird buzzing energy that roared to life once the Jedi walked up the stairs.  

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Flying right towards a Separatist fleet messed with your nerves. Even though you'd previously mentioned trusting the robot-clone, Kayden could easily feel the doubt snaking its way into your mind. Despite everything, you remained calm and focused on your task. As soon as the droid called your permission to land on their big-ass ship, the brunette felt a new wave of pride wash away your worry. 

He had to admit, so far your guess had been right. The clone kept his word and didn't mention Kayden or the fact that you were a goddess to any of the men that radiated authority more than testosterone. Because yes, you were a god damn goddess despite you denying it like a vegan that claims to have never cheated on their crazy diet. 

So far, you were the only member of the Bad Batch who trusted Echo. Even Wrecker was still torn between accepting the new guy or following his brothers' judgment. As usual Crosshair was nasty towards everyone, Hunter was more on his guard than anything else and Tech, well, Kayden didn't like feeling Tech's emotions. They were so fast and too much was happening at the same time that it gave him terrible headaches. From the look he exchanged with Hunter, though, it was easy to tell how he felt about Echo. 

Guess they're like that for every outsider that joins the bubble, Kayden thought. He watched as you landed upside down under the belly of the cruiser and gave your signal to the rest of them. 

Time to go! 

Sneaking the crest into Wrecker's backpack had been terribly unchallenging. Everyone was concentrated on the mission or on Echo, leaving him all the time in the world to fetch the necklace from under your pillow- yes, he wasn't supposed to be in this room but who listens to rules anyway-  pass through the barracks doors and discreetly make his way to Wrecker. No one saw the flying piece of wood and now he could get off this damn ship and maybe even enjoy his time outside. 

Kayden jogged and ran with the group, staying invisible for any mortal and mechanical eyes. He watched as Echo proved his loyalty to the Republic and got zapped when he pushed his luck. 

So far, he'd been pretty disappointed. He thought a cruiser this size would swarm droids of all sorts, giving him some reason to be out and about. Then Skywalker ran away and the action began. He didn't know if he still had veins and adrenaline, but Kayden felt a surge of energy flow through his whole being. Let the fun begin!

He walked two corridors down so he would not be seen by Rex still following the Bad Batch and messed with the droids' internal circuits. He discovered that his new ghost status allowed him to disrupt electronic systems. Tech wasn't too happy about his learning method, but it was a necessary process.  

To his delight, the droids fell like flies under his ministrations and he got to return invisible before the clones even turned the corner. He waited for them, leaning onto the wall with a smug grin on his face. Hunter will love this. 

"What happened here?" The blue trooper's steps faltered as he took in the scene. Hunter shook his head with a low grunt while Tech crouched to assess the nearest robot. The Bad Batch already knew what happened, but needed to put on a show nonetheless. The wave of displeasure radiating off every single one of them minus Wrecker nearly made him laugh. 

"They seem to have malfunctioned, somehow." Tech provided his best half-truth. There wasn't time to ponder more on the matter as more droids marched their way and thus, Rex accepted the explanation and passed to the next problem. 

"There's too many of them!" Kayden scoffed at Rex's statement. Not for this team, bud.

To Kayden's joy, Wrecker got into position. This was his cue. 

"Mind a little help?" He smirked at Crosshair who was currently sniping through his body to hit some targets behind him. From his place right over the corner, there was no way Rex could see him. It wasn't the case for Hunter. 

"Hell yeah!" Wrecker cheered before charging the first droid. 

"Kayden, no." Hunter growled so low he nearly missed it. 

"Kayden, yes." He laughed as he popped at the other end of the hallway filled with droids. Wrecker charged at the B-1s, quickly making his way to Kayden's position as he walked between the yellow robots and worked his magic. 

He was taking down his 7th victim when movement and loud approaching steps caught his attention. A large pile of droids charged his way and would have knocked him over had he not made himself intangible. 

He couldn't control the laugh bubbling out of his mouth at seeing Wrecker throw the droids everywhere. Since the last enemy standing was shaking in fear, Kayden took it as his cue to disappear once more. 

"I heard someone." Rex peaked in the scrap-filled hallway, his head moving right and left to try and identify what caught his ears. 

"Wrecker?" Hunter asked with an impeccably innocent voice. 

"No, not him. It was a laugh. But it wasn't Wrecker." The man was on edge, his senses alert and gun at the ready. 

"Didn't hear anything, Captain." Hunter turned to meet Echo's frowning gaze. Brownie points right there! The peak of gratefulness escaping the long-haired clone was subtle, just enough to breach through his irritation. "Perhaps a defect in your helmet, sir." 

He knew he'd be in trouble later but it was worth it. Doing nothing on their ship was boring him out of his mind. Maybe he should ask you to get him some wood and wood scissors so at least his nights would be interesting instead of playing with his thumbs and doing castles with the toothpicks he found here and there. 

Kayden stayed behind with Crosshair, still invisible to not disturb the guy. Not that he cared, but he was curious to see how the small mirrors he threw on the walls would help. Knowing the sniper, they were all placed perfectly where they should be even if the pattern seemed random. 

He may not like the hard-ass clone very much, but he wasn't ashamed to admit that his skills were impressive. They got to the infiltration point where the others were waiting, Skywalker amongst them, and Crosshair got into position. The thought of moving the first mirror passed through Kayden's mind and prickled at his fingertips. 

Hunter was a nice target to pick on. Crosshair, not so much. 

The mirror stayed in place, allowing Crosshair to execute his awfully impressive shot and take down every single droid marching their way. Without an ounce of doubt, Kayden knew his face was mirroring Wrecker's. 

Back in the ship, it didn't take long for Crosshair to find the crest in Wrecker's bag and shove it into Hunter's hands who closed his fist around it. Oopsie. 

You piloted the ship back to the GAR base and gracefully landed in the hangar, something Tech never learned to do or didn't care to execute. 

Rex and Skywalker exited the ship, the rest of the troops slower to follow. 

"Nice job cyar'ika." Hunter carefully touched your helmet with his, once the two men walked out. Both your foreheads touched for a whole second and Kayden felt the bile rise in his throat.

"You boys did all the work as usual." You laughed, your hand lifting to cradle the side of his neck. 

From his invisible spot near the door, Kayden saw Echo do a double-take in the corner of his eyes before following Rex down the ramp, Wrecker and Crosshair behind him. 

Hunter threw the crest in the barracks, clearly hoping to keep Kayden in the ship while they had to follow their superiors. 

Joke's on you! Kayden internally laughed as they stopped within his 3 klicks radius and received their praises.

Just because you were there and still felt uncomfortable whenever weird people with weird energy were around, he remained from doing shits around the hangar. Then it was time to pack up and go. He did look forward to being visible again, it did consume more energy and was a bother to not be able to pull pranks as he did before, but he could interact with people and it was worth it. Hunter's lecture would be a hassle though. 

Maybe he should look around for a crate to push on someone before the fun time was over. 

Echo, who apparently decided to trust you all despite not knowing the whole truth about you and him, joined the ranks of the infamous Clone Force 69. Watching you all salute, Kayden entertained the thought of kicking Crosshair behind the knee and admire him stumble to the ground. As hilarious as it seemed in his head, he couldn't find the courage to do it. 

You all got in, Wrecker removed his armor, Hunter disappeared in the barracks, Tech helped you pilot and Crosshair hovered over your seat. You removed your helmet and briefly smiled up at him. He kept watching you do your stuff until the Marauder was in hyperspace and the autopilot was engaged. 

Echo was still looking around, wondering what to do with himself. Kayden walked up to him, still too ghostly to be seen and waited for the right moment. 

You stood up to smile once more at the grumpy clone. 

"Now kiss!" Kayden loudly broke the silence as soon as he made himself visible and scared the cyborg. He closed an eye and moved his fingers so he was pushing yours and Cross' heads towards each other.

"Why are you the way you are?" You rolled your eyes with an exasperated sigh and moved around Crosshair to get to the barracks with the sniper in tow, a too familiar glare hardening his gaze. 

"Do not make fun of me because I was dropped!" Kayden laughed at your retreating forms. 

"Wait… I thought she was with Hunter…" Echo trailed off, confused. 

"She is! But she's a girl so she's predisposed to love triangles. Ya know, like in their anatomy. Boobs, south pole. Triangle." He traced a triangle in the air, using your body as a reference. 

"And wh-who are you again?" Echo inquired, frowning too deeply for his fragile features. 

"The Dimwit." He winked with the most suspicious grin on his lips before vanishing into thin air. 

Echo ran to the cockpit and stayed close to Tech for the whole evening.

#bad batch x reader #crosshair x reader #tech x reader #wrecker x reader #hunter x reader #sergeant hunter #dimwit's tale #fors #star wars #Clone Wars #clone force 99 #the bad batch

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I dreamed that Yor has stopped a missile (which I discovered it was actually a torpedo, thx Lacrow) some days ago so... I made this

The image is merely illustrative

The actual thing is down bellow~

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The ship floats softly and calmly on the blue sheet as those men and women moved hurriedly, slyly and were maliciously running towards a thorny hole, they were walking towards their own death.

The woman, owner of such trap, used her mastery to eliminate one by one in her thorny trap. And one of them was a man hiding in the vessel's hold and who had access to bugs spread throughout the ship.

The place looked like a small command room, but the woman didn't mind because as the director had already told her, many parts on that ship were once parts used in Ostanian warships.

Next to what was once a "coworker" of hers was a small desk with assorted buttons, a control panel. Everything seemed to be fine until a green and yellow light caught the woman's attention.

Her scarlet eyes gleamed, reflecting that light as she curiously approached the dashboard. She realized that this was just a radar, with its waves trying to find some other vessel or threat. At first, Yor thought it wasn't even working until a loud and repeated "beep" caught her attention.

As she looked at the radar, her eyes widened in horror. A small blinking dot slowly approached the ship that was represented by a large triangle in the center of the radar. The radar was big, so whatever was approaching was really far.

Yor didn't have to be a Marine Lieutenant to know that it was…

"A torpedo…" Her voice barely left her throat.

Her body trembled, and the color drained from her face. A powerful weapon like that targeting innocent people, children and families?

Her muscles tensed and she quickly fled away from that place. And with her heart beating unsteadily and fearful of the impending catastrophe, she chased the Director across the ship with agony coiled in her throat.

"Director!" Her voice was a loud whisper, fraught with anxiety. "Please tell me you have a secret entrance and exit to the sea."

"Thorn Princess, why all this commotion?"

"Director, you told me this ship has parts from old warships, right?"

The man narrowed his eyes and just nodded.

"It seems that this is not the only one... According to radar, a torpedo is heading for this vessel." Yor exhaled, trying to maintain a serious facade.

The director's normally stoic, expressionless face contorted in surprise and confusion. The man gulped.

"Are you sure about this, Forger?"

"Mister Director, why would I lie about this?"

The man sighed, and the tension in the room was so thick that people around them could feel the sweat running down their spines.

"Luckily for you, there is an emergency exit in the depths of the ship that gives access to the sea, but you'll need great lungs." The exasperated man said, looking seriously at the Princess.

The woman just nodded and followed the director, Olka, who had heard everything along with her fake husband, followed the assassin.

The director had some keys that gave access to certain areas of the ship, and using that, he made his way to a deep room, and they stopped in front of a heavy door.

"And what do you intend to do with the projectile, Forger?"

"I'll deflect it up." She pointed to the sky.

"But there's still the risk of it falling somewhere else." retorted the director with mild irritation.

“And that's when you two…” She points to the director's two partners “… get into it.”

"How?" asked one of them, scared.

“My husband seems to have a lot of knowledge in military equipment, he always slips a thing or two correcting the action movies…” Yor reveals with a slight smile. "And according to him, this type of projectile can be distracted by fireworks, creating new targets and preventing it from hitting the actual target." She said, taking a box of fireworks and handing it to the man.

"I need to launch these fireworks, but when?" He replied, still pale.

"You'll know when, just look at the sky, if you see a trail of smoke, release the fireworks." Reaffirmed Yor with an inspiring smile.

“Forger, there's a pier a few miles from here, when it's done, go there and wait for the ship, one of the guys will be on deck, and I'll stay here with Olka, he'll see you and send the signal and then I'll open the way for you to board." The man explained, and the woman nodded. "And, Yor, what if it doesn't work?"

"I need to try... My family is on this ship." In a voice full of sorrow, she said. "And in case I don't make it, I'll be just another dead flower in the garden." She smiled. "If I don't come back, just say I fell overboard and drowned."

The woman opened the heavy door, meeting with a staircase.

"When you get to the end of the stairs just hit the wall twice and I'll open the passage."

The woman nodded before starting to going downstairs, the quick sound of her heels impacting the metal was in harmony with the racing hearts of the five people in that room, but the rose’s heart lost its beat and beat slower and slower, the cold sweat made her shiver and she seemed no longer able to breathe.

Upon reaching the end of the stairs, Yor gulped and with clenched fists placed her hands on her chest, asking any deity who could hear her, for a miracle, a miracle to help her save the many lives that were on that ship. And in a sudden movement, she punches the wall, making a loud noise and closing her eyes, she punches it again.

The wall in front of her reveals a door, opening a passage to the sea, her red eyes met the calm blue waves, but in her mind, that blue world was churning in waves that engulfed her, an almost thalassophobic feeling swallowed her, but closing her eyes and taking a deep breath, she ran and leapt toward the ocean.

She tried vaguely to open her eyes and to her surprise the salt didn't bother her so much, surfacing quickly to catch her breath, she spotted Olka, being held by her husband and the director McHannon at the door of the sea passage, the expression on her face was worry, fear, the simple discomfort of “seeing her little brother give himself up on such a dangerous journey”, at least that's what Yor felt.

The black-haired woman just waved to the woman she was supposed to protect and dove again. Her trained legs moved quickly and skillfully, giving her a quick swim. The woman rarely surfaced to catch her breath, but when she dove once more, her keen sense felt something heavy approaching at high speed. Yor’s chest writhed in fear, fear of failing and hurting her family and others on the vessel.

She couldn't fail at that, so she surfaced again. Yor touched her chest and took a deep breath, her lips trembled and even though she was already wet, she felt her eyes watering, she couldn't deny she was terrified. She just couldn't fail.

The woman held as much air as she could and dove once more, and her other side slowly revealed itself, the fury of an assassin, a mother and a wife. Her scarlet eyes blazed with bloodthirsty anger as she clasped her arms in front of her face and using all her strength, she pushed herself, swimming as fast as she could, and that sense of impending danger increased each second.

Finally, the time seemed to have come, as Yor felt the hot, pointed tip of the projectile in her hands, the impact of the weapon was spot on, pushing the woman for a few miles, but Yor regained her strength and began to push the torpedo trying to change its direction.

However, as strong and resistant as she was, she was still a human. Her lungs were threatening to reach their limits, her chest ached and her head throbbed, her body was shaky and wobbly… She couldn't take it anymore.

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Mama! Mama!

Mama! Let's play!

I love my strong and cool mama!

"Anya." Her conscience whispered, in a desperate attempt to wake her up and remember why she was there.

She needed to stop it; she needed to do it; she needed to deflect it.

She needed to survive.

She needed to see Anya again; needed to hear her voice again, needed to see her smile. She had to see her grow up; had to see her mature; had to see her become a beautiful, grown woman.

She had to be there to see this.

The red eyes snapped open and with a muffled cry across the sea, she gripped the projectile by the base and launched it with all her strength out of the sea, after the adrenaline had passed, her body remembered she couldn't breathe, so she quickly swam to the surface, where she could see the torpedo exploding in the sky, really far from the boat, along with the lights and "booms" of the fireworks.

The woman smiled as the bright lights of the explosion decorated the sky. Blowing up the torpedo wasn't quite the plan, but at least everyone was safe. Yor took a deep breath and kept smiling, if she wasn't keeping a secret, she was sure Anya would love to hear what she just did, the smile faded little by little when she noticed the smoke vestige on the horizon, she had noticed that there was also a trail of bubbles behind the projectile, if she followed that track, she might find the person behind the attack.

Again, her scarlet eyes were filled with fury as she slowly went down the water, the woman swam fast and rose a few times to catch her breath, and then she found a submarine.

While trying to approach the submarine, Yor was quickly captured by a net. The woman struggled but when she realized she was being pulled into the submarine, she faked a faint.

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"Yea! It's her! Thorn Princess in person! I really thought she was going to be tougher, but it was easy to get rid of her.” A male voice spoke animatedly.

Yor woke up and watched closely the male figure who spoke exultantly on the phone. She lay a few more minutes to listen to him. The woman had to hold back her laugh as she heard the man say that "I would even try something with her… a date or such, since 'the royalty' is a gorgeous woman."

That man didn't have a third of her husband's charm… her fake husband.

Sly and furtive as a black serpent, the woman rose, her dark-colored dress giving the impression that a black mamba was on board the submarine.

The man had already finished talking to whoever it was on the phone. He was holding a file, probably his next "customer".

"In a little while, you'll be next, your little manwhore." The man chuckled to himself, looking at the file, not noticing the beast that came behind him.

Suddenly, his head was being held in one hand while a sharp needle was slowly piercing his back. Sweat ran down his spine as his mind had simply made him sure that he was just a helpless rabbit against a towering, dominant panther.

"Please, I really want to believe that you are so much more than a child with your expensive little toys." The whisper reached his ears, carrying a defiant tone.

And the coldness in the woman's words made the man shiver. He swallowed hard and didn't even try to turn around, just shivered and remained motionless, waiting for his end.

The bloody eyes continued to watch their hostage intently, waiting for some kind of reaction. But that man was simply too scared to react in any way.

"You… you really are… the… royalty." He stuttered, and Yor could feel him struggling not to choke on his impending tears.

"So I was wrong, you really are only your toys."

The man began to hyperventilate as the color drained from his body, his cheeks tinged red from the humiliation he was feeling… coming from the person he most admired.

But he needed courage, to at least make the Thorn Princess take back what she said, so, aiming at the red button on the control panel, the man tries to stretch his arm to reach it, but the powerful princess holds him back.

The man spins, making the woman fall on top of the control panel and coincidentally, triggering the big button she wanted to avoid.

The man ran through the submarine, while the red lights flashed a warning of the destruction of the vessel. He searched all compartments for his diving suit, while being chased by the princess.

The annoying sound of the alarm made the woman even more distressed, she had no idea what that button did but, whatever it was, it wasn't good. Then, she finally finds her "coworker" and jumps on him, pinning him to the ground.

"What does that button do?" she asked.

"It activates the submarine's self-destruct. If you hadn't offended me I wouldn't have activated it."

Yor's face contorted in anger as she gripped the man tighter.

"If I hadn't offended you? If you hadn't launched a torpedo, threatening the lives of many innocent people, it wouldn't have even started!" She growled.

"Too late princess." The man replied maniacally, smiling.

The woman didn't even have time to think, all she could hear was a sharp noise as the temperature inside the vessel rose. She turned around and the orangish and yellowish lights lit her red eyes. Suddenly, a loud bang was heard as it simply tore the submarine into pieces.

Yor had to hurriedly hold her breath as she woke from the sudden explosion. Looking up at the surface, she spotted the man who owned the vessel, floating in the sea. She didn't know if he was unconscious or dead, but he would give some good information anyway, so she swam to the surface, and was soon surprised by the pier the director had determined as a rendezvous point.

She swam to the building while dragging the man with her, the woman climbed onto the pier and lay down on the cool wood to catch her breath, however, looking to the side, she noticed a paper near where she had placed the man.

The woman walked over and unfolded the paper, recognizing it as the file the man was reading earlier.

The back of the file read: Twilight, Western Spy. Height: 6'1. Known aliases: Robert, Lionel, and … Forger.

The woman looked closely at the file, and her blood froze when she read "Forger". The first name was smudged by the water as well as much of the file, but the other words were more readable. This "Forger" couldn't be her husband, could he? There must be many people with that last name. Her husband is a good and respectable man. He wouldn't be a spy, a liar and… a manipulator…

Yor swallowed and reread the file once more just to be sure: Twilight, Western Spy. Height: 6’1. Known aliases: Robert, Lionel, and … Forger.

She took a deep breath and turned the file, finding a photograph of the "Twilight", her eyes widened as her hands trembled, the traitorous spy was a blond man, it was the only thing she could see of the blurry and almost unrecognizable photograph, however, unfortunately, Yor was good at deciphering facial features, and using her skill, she realized that the man had blue eyes, and was probably good looking… Just like her husband.

Yor shut her eyes and just refolded the file and tucked it inside her dress, she shouldn't make rash decisions, she trusted Loid... But, that could be a sign that he might not be who he says he is. The woman then took a deep breath and when she turned around, she was greeted by the open passageway to the ship, waiting for her.

She then caught the unconscious man on the pier and brought him with her as the woman boarded the ship again. Her scarlet gaze was lost and wavering, as well as the red sun hidden by clouds in the twilight.

#spy x family #yor forger #anya forger #loid forger #loid x yor #mild angst #agent twilight #thorn princess

[chaseatinydream]

pirate king (15) || atz

Everyone is there.

Literally every member of the crew is gathered at the main deck, from Seonghwa, who’s not cooking the crew’s breakfast for some reason, to San, your master, who you know from experience is notoriously difficult to wake up in the mornings.

You try to catch your master’s eye, but San simply gives a wide yawn and clutches a stuffed toy dog closer to him while blearily rubbing at his eyes. Jongho simply looks like he’s already dozing off, his head repeatedly knocking into Seonghwa’s shoulder as he nods off before the whole cycle continues again.

Yeosang pushes you forward gently, and suddenly, before you, is the captain himself.

He looks the same as the last day you saw him, his presence as commanding as the winds that command the ship, vivid green eye burning with fire and the storms of the sea. His red jacket is just as striking in the sea of white and browns, and once again for some reason you can’t explain, you feel inexplicably drawn to him.

Mingi, his ever faithful quartermaster and bosun, stepped forward, calling for silence. That really wasn’t very difficult, considering it was the crack of dawn and nobody really had the brain capacity be talking much. In under half a minute, everyone has fallen still, the deck seemingly plunged into silence, quietly waiting for the captain to begin.

Captain Hongjoong’s eye doesn’t waver from yours when he starts to speak.

“Members of ATEEZ, crew of the Treasure.” His voice is steady, confident, assertive. There’s something that seems almost ceremonial about the way he’s speaking, as if he’s about to give a grand, well orated speech. You glance back at Yeosang for help, but the navigator’s attention is completely fixed on his captain. “We are all gathered here today for an important reason-”

Then he pauses for a moment and his eye glances through the crowd, doing a mental headcount more rapidly than you can see. “Wait, where’s Wooyoung?”

“Here, captain!” There’s a whoop from above you and you manage to duck just before Wooyoung’s booted feet slam into your skull and turn you into human pancake, he untangles himself expertly from the rigging he’s just swung over from and turns to grin at the disgruntled crowd. “Sorry I’m late!”

Then he ducks into the gathering before Mingi can scold him.

Hongjoong sighs, shaking his head before he continues, tone completely commanding. “As I was saying, we are gathered here today for an important reason. This day, we will have a new crew mate join our ranks.”

There’s silence for a moment. Then someone from the back cries out in surprise.

“Captain, you knocked up a town girl?”

Silence.

A conspiratorial whisper. “A baby’s on the way?”

Immediately the silence of the early morning is broken as the entire gathering of pirates erupt into uncontrollable laughter. To your surprise, you see the captain’s cheeks turn a bright, cherry red, almost as vivid as his jacket, before he’s spluttering incoherently in distress and fury.

There are wolf whistles and cries of ‘I knew you had it in you, captain!’

“I did no such thing!” Hongjoong hollers in red faced rage and embarrassment, but the crew only falls over laughing and guffawing at their captain’s indignant protests. Even Yunho, who was standing behind you, keels over wheezing, clutching at his belly and making sounds that remind you of a dying horse.

“Enough!” Mingi shouts over the din, but he doesn’t get far before he’s pressed a hand over his mouth, shaking with barely restrained chortles. “I’m sorry, captain.”

Hongjoong throws up his hands in resignation and merely decides to wait for his crew to stop laughing at him.

Eventually, the laughter dies down, save for the occasional giggle and snicker here and there. The captain’s face is still flushed pink, but he clears his head and attempts to continue.

“As I was saying before I was so rudely interrupted,” Hongjoong glares at all his crew members, some of who are still chuckling behind their hands, “We are here today to welcome a new member, who is not my unborn and nonexistent child. But before we do that, we are going to name him first.”

Something wells up inside of your chest.

You.

He’s talking about you.

Just as you realise that, the captain turns to you beckoning you forward. Your eyes fly open and you glance behind you, as if there were anyone else on this ship with no name.

“Go on.” Yeosang nudges you with kind smile and you step forward as if in a daze. Hongjoong strides over to you, taking you by the shoulders as his eyes meet yours.

You can’t look away.

“Stowaway.” His voice is soft, wholehearted and genuine, but he has no need to raise his volume. The ship is completely silent except for the creaking of rope in the rigging, the gentle lap of waves against the side of the ship. You could hear a needle drop. “Exactly one moon ago, you literally stowed away on my ship. Mingi and Seonghwa found you in the cargo hold. You broke my quartermaster’s nose, fell unconscious in the middle of a rainstorm from a raging fever and had the audacity to be carried bridal style all the way from the main deck to the sickbay.”

You force down a gulp at his stern tone and Mingi’s shake of the head. The quartermaster’s nose has long come out of its splint, but there’s a little crookedness to it now that you’ve caused.

“I believed you to be a Royal Navy officer due to the coat you were wearing and your terrible story making skills, but you’ve proven to be a trustworthy crew member and apprentice to San.” His voice suddenly takes on a kinder tone. “You’ve saved my crew from the Kraken and survived your first battle on board.”

Tears prick at your eyes but you refuse to let them fall.

“It is an honour to have you as part of my crew.” Hongjoong declares, eye fixed firmly on you. “And now, I’m going to bestow a name upon you, if you don’t mind.”

He looks at you so seriously that you realise he’s actually waiting for permission, not simply asking out of formality.

“Yes.” You manage to choke out, a thickness in your throat that you’ve never felt before. You’re going to have a name. “Yes, of course I don’t mind.”

“Four years ago, we did the same thing for another member of the ship. Today, we’re going to do the same for our stowaway.”

He lays a hand on your shoulder and gestures towards the crowd. To your surprise, your master steps out from the rest of the pirates.

“The last time, we gave the person a new family name of his own.” Hongjoong says, as San rests his hand on your other shoulder. “But this time, San has offered to give you his.”

Your eyes widen to the size of dinner plates and you turn to stare at your master, whose face is unreadable and blank as usual. He merely shrugs at you.

“From this moment on, you have a name.” Hongjoong declares, and suddenly the heavens shake as if on cue, thunder rolling through the sky. “I wish you all the best in recovering your memories, that you may find the truth of your past even though it may seem as unconquerable as the ocean.”

Your eyes fall closed at his sincere, kind hearted words. Tears slip past your tightly shut eyes at your captain’s words, but honestly at this point you don’t care anymore.

“I name you Choi Chin Hae, family of the ATEEZ crew.”

There’s silence all about you for a moment as everyone takes time to process their captain’s words.

The cheer starts off soft at first, a single person whispering it from the crowd. Then it grows in volume until it becomes a resounding echo throughout the harbor.

“Chin Hae! Chin Hae! Chin Hae!”

The words drown out the sounds of your sniffling, and you feel San pull you into a tight embrace, whispering words of congratulations into your ear. Something feels right, an empty hole in your chest has been satiated after million of years.

A sob leaves you, your shoulders trembling as you try to keep it in. From the side, you see Hongjoong with a small smile on his face watching the cheers.

“Thank you so much, captain.” You whisper over the rowdy screams of the crew, who have now somehow managed to turn your name into some bawdy bar song. Somehow, Hongjoong hears you over the din.

“You’re welcome, Chin Hae.” Is all he replies kindly.

“Woohoo!” Wooyoung slings an arm around your shoulder out of nowhere, sending you staggering forward, a massive grin on his face. “Let’s party!”

And seas, do these pirates know how to party.

Because the first place they drag you to celebrate is a rowdy tavern in town.

“Get the alcohol flowing!” Yunho crows as the nine of you sit around a table; the same people who have been the most instrumental in your journey. Your master, San, your kind supporter, Seonghwa. The kind maknae, Jongho, the person’s whose nose you first broke the very day you stepped on board, Mingi. The sweet navigator, Yeosang, the cheerful lookout, Yunho. And of course, the captain himself, Hongjoong.

And the head gunner Wooyoung who’s kind of just tagging along for the free alcohol.

“And get the pretty ladies here, please!” The man laughs, waving cheerfully at one of the waitress. She blows him a kiss in reply.

Yunho turns to Hongjoong with a expectant smile on his lips. “Hongjoongie-hyung…”

The captain immediately shakes his head, a scowl twisting on his face. “No. No no no. You only call me Hongjoong when you want something from me and I always regret it. No way am I acquiescing to any of your stupid requests-”

Wooyoung slides into the seat next to yours, starting to open his mouth, but Hongjoong cuts him off before he can say a word.

“That includes you too, Wooyoung!”

Seonghwa chuckles as he watches the little scene go on. “It is a celebratory drink though.” Yeosang nods agreement as he glances at his captain.

“We are having a celebration, so maybe you could treat us to at least a drink each, Hongjoongie-hyung?”

Yunho and Wooyoung immediately slide behind him, trying to back him up with the full power of their two puppy dog eyes.

You watch with interest as Hongjoong’s stern expression cracks just a little down the middle. Yeosang adds a ‘please’ and you see every ounce of Hongjoong’s good, logical thinking just crash down a drain.

“Whatever.” He sighs, shaking his head and the two mischief makers exchange an exuberant high five.

“Waitress, one cask of the finest alcohol you have!” Wooyoung shouts across the din of the tavern and Hongjoong’s face immediately goes ashen.

“Wooyoung! I said one drink!” He yelps, rising to his feet to cancel the order, but Yunho tackles him back down as Wooyoung goes to fetch the alcohol. The two roll on the ground like a pair of children roughhousing in the mud, except that one is actually the Pirate King of the Caribbean and the other is a deadly ex-gladiator.

“That is technically one drink.” San shrugs as he shakes his head at the commotion.

You turn to him curiously. “Are you going to drink, master?”

The healer sniffs at the wooden cask Wooyoung is lugging back in distaste. “As I said before, I abhor the taste of alcohol, most of all rum. It is a vile drink that can turn even the most respectable of men into complete scoundrels. There’s a reason we use it to kill the disease causing creatures on our skin, you know.”

“San’s just a lightweight.” Wooyoung calls loudly over the noise of Yunho and Hongjoong both fighting to get the upper hand on the floor as he sets the cask down. The healer turns to give him a deadly glare.

Seonghwa winces in sympathy. “Shots fired.”

“What did you say, you little shit?”

Yeosang chuckles a little under his breath, looking at San. “Well, you can’t really take alcohol-”

“Let’s have a drinking game, right now!” You’ve never seen your master so pumped for anything, and you’d never have thought the day you’d see it would be because of alcohol. “We’ll play truth, dare or drink. Let’s see if I’m the one left drunk after this!”

“I’m on!” Wooyoung cracks open the lid, handing out the wooden mugs. “Come on, everyone! Let’s see who’s the last one left standing! Upright, at the least!”

Hongjoong finally clambers back into his seat, blonde hair mussed from the little fight and his eye patch askew. “What did I miss?”

“They’re having a drinking game. Or rather, we’re having a drinking game.” Mingi sighs under his breath, shaking his head at his crew mates as he takes his mug. “I suppose doing this once in a while is fine…”

Wooyoung snatches a glass bottle and places it in the middle of the table. “Let’s get the bottle rolling.”

You frown, a little confused. “What’s going on?”

The other eight glance at each other before Jongho explains. “Every time before they start drinking, they’ll have a game of spin the bottle. If the bottle lands on you, you need to tell a truth, carry out a dare, or just drink an entire tankard.”

Entire tankard? You eye the size of your cup doubtfully, unsure whether you can even finish it before the night ends.

“Since this celebration is in honour of you, Chin Hae, why don’t you spin the bottle?” Yunho calls as he fixes his hair, grabbing his mug. You carefully reach out and spin the bottle.

The glass bottle spins around in circles, a little wobbly, but in the end it finally settles on the captain.

“I hate this game already.” Hongjoong groans, turning to you. “Truth.”

You pause. Is there anything you really want to ask the captain?

Then something occurs to you, all the way back from when you’d first come aboard this ship.

“Captain… when I was sick and fell ill… were you the one who carried me to the sickbay?”

Hongjoong freezes for a moment. Then he fills his mug to the brim and knocks back the whole drink in a single gulp, choking out ‘next’.

It can’t have been more obvious if he’d slapped you in the face with a dead fish.

“But hyung-” San begins to say with a grin on his face, but his captain cuts him off.

“Shut up, San! You can’t say a word about it.”

Wooyoung and Yunho are in fits of laughter, Mingi and Seonghwa shaking heads at their captain’s terrible lying skills. There’s a warmth rising in your chest, a certain happiness. That captain may really have not hated you from the beginning at all.

San shrugs, but there’s a twinkle in his eye. “I mean, captain, when you were naming Chin Hae, you said something about being carried bridal style to the sickbay… I mean, nobody but the person carrying him could have known that, am I right?”

Hongjoong pauses a moment to think over his words. You can literally see the cogs in his head turning as realization dawns on him.

He slams his head into the table in mortification. “And I already drank the stupid drink. Damn, I hate this game.”

Wooyoung pats his captain on his back reassuringly, but there’s not a bit of sympathy on his face. “It’s alright, cap’n. I mean, all of us already knew except for Chin Hae here.”

Hongjoong pins San to his seat with a murderous glare.

“Moving on!” San chirps, suddenly too cheerful in spite of his imminent death looming over him. “Wooyoungie, it’s your turn!”

“Yeah!” The head gunner gets up and spins the bottle, the neck finally coming to rest on Seonghwa. The cook’s eyes widen momentarily. “Seonghwa!”

“Truth.”

Wooyoung frowns as he strains to think of a suitable question. Mingi sighs, sipping from his tankard. “This is stupid. They’re going to end up drunk anyway, honestly.”

“Remember what happened the last time Wooyoung got drunk?” San muses, and Yeosang snorts as he takes a drink.

“Well, I remember you being flat out wasted right next to him and that you woke up on the main deck butt naked because you ran all the way back to the ship from the tavern while throwing off your clothes and singing ‘nothing’s gonna hold me down’, all while Mingi and Seonghwa were trying to chase you down.”

You turn to stare at your master questioning. His face is carefully blank.

“I did no such thing.” He hiccoughs and swallows a mouthful of alcohol. “But I do remember what Wooyoung did. He flirted so hard with someone, fell in love and ran back to tell us he was leaving the crew for good, before he woke up next to a potted plant in his bed.”

You choke on your rum.

“Argh! I can’t think of one right now.” Wooyoung runs his fingers through his hair, shaking his head. “Hyung, tell us your most recent secret!”

Seonghwa’s eyes widen and he glances over at you. You immediately know what he’s thinking about.

To your gratefulness, Seonghwa merely sighs and begins to fill his tankard. Yunho pouts.

“Aww, that’s no fun, hyung!”

The cook merely shakes his head with a serene smile on his face as he returns to his seat. “Our definitions of fun are very different. Yunho, it’s your turn.” The lookout eagerly spins the bottle.

And the bottle lands on you. Their eyes all come to stare at you expectantly.

“Uhh…” You keep your voice shaking from the nerves. “Truth.”

“If you were a woman…” Both you and Seonghwa almost choke, Seonghwa on his drink and you on dry air. “Which of us would you be with?”

You cough at the too accurate statement, but luckily for you, no one realises, all too busy extolling their own qualities.

“It’s going to be me.” Wooyoung insists, patting his biceps fondly. “I mean, look at these guns, baby!”

Mingi snorts as he takes a sip. “Sorry, Wooyoung, but the only guns you have are back on the ship.”

The entire table dissolves in laughter.

“Burn!” Yunho crows, waving his tankard around. You dodge to avoid the alcoholic spray. “But Chin Hae, you still haven’t answered my question!”

You pause to think about this for a moment.

“Well, if I’m honest… It’s probably Master.”

San grins at Wooyoung, who looks like he’s just been struck dumb. Then Wooyoung speaks, his voice thoughtful.

“But technically the two of you have the same surname, so isn’t that like incest?”

There’s silence as everyone glances at each other. You stare at your master in horror.

“And wouldn’t Jongho be like San’s brother or something since he’s a Choi too, so would Jongho be Chin Hae’s brother in law-”

“Okay, let’s drink!” Yunho shouts before the conversation can get any weirder, and everyone happily acquiesces.

Over the course of a few hours, you watch as the tavern turns into complete madness.

Seonghwa, Mingi and Yeosang are drinking quietly and speaking in soft tones, while your captain and master are both singing ‘baby don’t stop’ at the top of their lungs, attempting some terrible dance along the side.

Jongho’s at your side, shaking his head at their shenanigans as he downs tankard after tankard, trying to drown his life problems and Yunho and Wooyoung are long gone, attempting to flirt with anything that even remotely moves or breathes.

And they’ve somehow already started a fire in the kitchen, which the staff have had to desperately put out.

“Hey, Chin Hae.”

You glance up to see the gunner, Wooyoung, standing there. You’ve never really talked to him much, after he abandoned you and Jongho on his little excursion with his lady friends, so you’re a little confused to why he’s speaking to you now.

He looks abnormally serious.

“If this is about why I didn’t choose you for the Truth thing earlier, I’m sorry-”

But he doesn’t even acknowledge your words, pulling you out of the tavern by the hand. You’re confused, but you follow him to one of the back alleys. He stops to rummage in his pockets, before producing something long and slender wrapped in a velvet bag.

“This is for you.” He says, so earnestly that you’re puzzled for a moment, but you take the small gift from him and open it.

A beautiful, silver hairpin slides out from the soft velvet.

A gasp falls from your lips. It must be extraordinarily expensive, the hairpin is made of the finest silver with exquisite, elaborate detailing on the pure metal. At the end is the main piece, a sea flower, its petals wrought with fine silver, a single, well polished aquamarine stone set in the very centre.

“Do you like it?” Wooyoung asks softly, as if afraid you might reject it. You’re stunned beyond comprehension, turning the beautiful piece of jewelry in your hand carefully, afraid that it might break.

“Yes.” You manage to choke out, suddenly a little emotional. No one else has gifted you with such a precious thing before. Then you start to panic. Has he found out that you’re a woman? “Yes… but why?”

“Remember the time you went to town with Jongho and I?” Wooyoung smiles genuinely, his eyes crinkling to little crescent curves. “You were looking at the hairpins like you really wanted one. It’s a pity you can’t wear it now though, your hair is too short.”

“But it must be expensive.” You breathe in disbelief, tracing your finger down the side of the cool metal. Wooyoung shrugs, a cheeky grin on his face.

“The money I bought it with was clean.” You give him a flat stare.

“I’m joking, I’m joking!” He laughs, as you gently slide the pin back into the velvet bag. The you look at him as earnestly as possible and flat out bow to him as deeply as you can.

“Thank you, Wooyoung-hyung.”

“You’ve just gained a name and joined the crew today.” The purple haired gunner’s face is soft in the moonlight, accentuating his handsome features like magic bringing a carved statue to life. “So happy birthday, Chin Hae-ah.”

Happy birthday.

There’s a comfortable silence between the two of you, before the back door to the tavern bursts open and Seonghwa, San and Jongho burst out in a panic.

“Don’t flirt with Chin Hae!” Jongho splutters, but Seonghwa trips on the stair and falls onto the maknae. The two go tumbling to the ground in front of the two of you, much to your shock. San steps proudly on the two of them like some sort of disapproving parent.

“Don’t you dare defile my precious apprentice!” The healer declares, clearly drunk because he’s talking to the potted plant at the side rather than you and Wooyoung. Then he shakes the plant vigorously, dirt and leaves flying everywhere. “You hear me, Wooyoung?”

“Come on, I don’t look that ugly…” The gunner says as he helps Seonghwa and Jongho to their feet. Seonghwa dusts himself off, giving you a concerned look. Your heart brims at their thoughtfulness.

“Are you alright, Chin Hae? This strange man wasn’t bothering you at all?”

Wooyoung shrieks in fury at not being recognised. “I am your crewmate! And I’m not such a lowly person to prey on my own crewmates! I love my pretty ladies, excuse you!”

“Yeah, he was just giving me something.” You reply softly, slipping the pin inside your pocket as Jongho tackles him back into the tavern, lecturing him about irresponsible men and sexual predators. Seonghwa nods, pulling San away from his potted plant even as he struggles to continue threatening Wooyoung.

“If I catch you trying to screw my apprentice over again, the next time you get injured I’m patching you up with fishing hooks and barnacle juice-” He squawks as Seonghwa picks him up gently from the back. “Let me go, you fiend!”

“Why is Wooyoung-hyung being so nice to me, though?” You wonder aloud, as the three of you turn back to the tavern, San slung over Seonghwa’s shoulder like a little kid throwing a tantrum.

Seonghwa turns to where you and Wooyoung had been standing with a sad, wistful smile.

“It’s probably because Wooyoung knows what you’re feeling. He understands, after all.” The cook says quietly, his expression fond and you can feel the brotherly love Seonghwa has for his younger crewmate.

You frown at his words. “Understands what?”

Seonghwa’s smile is heartbreaking.

“What it is like not to have a name.”

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