#roro shut up challenge

[allocnddits]

LATE NIGHT DRIVES r.b.

an:sexy blurb times. just a quick Robin x reader car sex

Robin had spent the night at your place and asked you to drive her home, something that shouldn’t be a problem. But as soon as you started your escort wagon her hand landed on your bare thigh, slightly going under your jean skirt and it was extremely distracting.

“Rob, what are you doing?” you turned your attention to her. she was looking out the window, arm rested on the door.

“Nothing” she said moving her hand closer to your knee, “you just got me all hot and bothered before we, you know, got interrupted.”

“We could stop somewhere…”

“Are you suggesting we pull over to fuck?” she sounded surprised to hear that coming from you “Since when you do this kind of shit?”

“Are you challenging me?” you asked looking around for a place to stop. You landed on a random sketchy street, barely parking the car before taking your seatbelt off and climbing the seats to get to the back.

“Are you sure you wanna do this right here?” she questioned, turning her torso to look at you as you unbuttoned your sheer blouse.

“Well, yes.” you answered as you pushed the shirt down your shoulders and arms. “Come on, it’s not like we’re gonna get caught here.”

“Oh, you’re gonna get us in so much trouble” she laughs before giving in and jumping to back of the car.

Before you know it you’re sat on Robins lap, sliding the jacket off her shoulders as her tongue explores your mouth eagerly. Her hands are under your tank top unhooking your bra, yours trying to get her thick shirt off. “So many layers, it’s not even cold robs.”

“Oh, shut up” she flips and arranges your bodies in the tight space so she’s hovering over you, her leg between yours, knee right against your clit. Her lips were all over your neck and her hands were undoing the buttons on your skirt as yours were on the back of her neck, pulling her impossibly closer.

“Shit, so pretty” she said after she finally managed to pull way to take your shirt off.

“Rob, please, do something.” you whispered as her lips found your nipple, she gave them a little bite, making you arch your back, pressing your chest into her mouth.

She traveled down your body, kissing down your stomach then skipping to your thighs, she kissed and bit them slowly making her way up to meet your underwear. Robin flipped your skirt up, twisting the sides of your cotton panties on her fingers and pulling them down. She arranged herself properly between your legs, laying on her stomach as he kissed your inner thighs, grabbing what she could from your ass with both hands.

“Roro, please, need you.”

She ran her finger through your folds spreading your wetness before circling your clit. She trailed kisses from your bellybutton to your clit finally taking it into her mouth and sucking. Her finger made its way inside you, instantly finding the perfect angle and pace. It curled right onto your g spot, all the stimulation making you whimper and squirm under her touch.

“More, Rob, more.” you begged and she smirked against your core, soon adding a second finger.

She took her free hand up your body, cupping one of your boobs before playing with your nipple between her fingers. You could feel yourself getting closer as Robin drove her fingers deeper into you. Her thumb replaced her tongue on your clit as she left deep purple marks all over your inner thighs.

“So close, Robin, please.” you moaned as she came back up to kiss you.

Your pleads were all that took her to make her movements faster. With her fingers quickly curling into your g spot and her thumb working over your clit you finally reached your high with a moan into her mouth. She worked you through your high with less intensity as you smiled onto the kiss. Pulling away she smiled as you started giggling, stuck in the bliss of your orgasm.

“What’s so funny?” she teased before you pulled her down for another passionate kiss. “Oh, someone’s not done.” she sat up, pulling you to straddle one of her legs.

“‘Course, i’m not done.” you said snuggling your hands in her bra to cup her boobs. “Gotta make you feel good too.”

“I think that will have to wait a little” she whispered in your ear as her hands started to guide your hips back and forth against her thigh.

“Oh, fuck, Rob.” you moaned, surprised with the sudden stimulation as your head dropped forwards against hers.

“C’mon, babe, make yourself cum on my leg.” she teased cupping your boobs before taking your nipple into her mouth.

Your hands left her boobs and met her shoulders, holding tightly as she sucked your nipples hard, alternating between them. She pulls you into a deep kiss as you make your movements faster.

You feel your second orgasm approaching and start moving in circular movements against her leg “Oh, shit, shit, so close” your grip tightened on her shoulders as you came and her mouth left your nipples to appreciate your state.

You dropped your forehead against hers for a couple of seconds, catching your breath before sliding off her lap. You sat back on the laid out blanket, skirt all messy and tits out on display. This time you pulled her to seat on your lap but her head hit the car ceiling, dropping to the side.

“Oh no, Robin,” you crawl on top of her, “I’m sorry. Did it hurt?”

“No, it’s fine. Just-“ she pulled you in for a kiss, wrapping her legs around your hips. You unhooked her bra, sliding it down her arms, taking a moment to appreciate her chest. Repeating her movement from earlier you brought your knee to meet her clit through her jeans. “Fuck, baby I need you now

You knelt up, undoing her button and zipper, struggling to pull off her jeans. Once they were off you quickly climbed over her kissing down her neck to her chest, teeth softly gliding against her nipples as your hand cupped her heat, middle fingers going inside her underwear.

“Wait, I can’t, my leg’s cramping.” she complained. You threw her legs over your shoulders, just eager to have her entirely.

“This better?” you looked up from between her thighs.

“Yeah, better”

“I wonder if this is easier for straight people.” you questioned as Robin got her underwear off.

“Let’s not kill the mood even more.”

“Yes, ma’am ” you dove right into her, catching her clit with your tongue before sucking it into your mouth. Your hands were on her thighs, making their way up her ass to her small waist squeezing it. You looked up as her hand went to your hair, pulling it back so she could take a better looks at you.

“Such a pretty face.” she grabbed your chin guiding you up to kiss her soft lips. Your fingers finding their way to her soaked entrance and penetrating at once. “Oh, fuck, baby, your nails.”

“Shit. Sorry, totally forgot I got them done.” you apologized and knelt down again wrapping your arms under her legs and pulling her closer. Face to face with her heat again you place a kiss to her clit then licking a long stripe down to her entry. Your mouth concentrated on licking, sucking, biting and kissing all over her pussy and tights as your thumb played with her clit.

Robin’s hands never left your hair and from time to time you would lift up your gaze to look at her right in the eyes. Her moans getting louder by the minute, you could tell she was close. Her legs started closing around your head and you made your thumb movements faster, slightly penetrating her with your tongue. Her hand was covering her mouth, she didn’t want to be interrupted again, so keeping quiet was the way.

“Oh, baby, fuck. So fucking-“ she came mid sentence, her words completely leaving her mind, forgetting that she ever knew how to speak for a second. “Oh, shit, that was perfect babe”

You looked up at her, a stupid smile painted on your face, both of you lost in the post orgasmic haze till you herd a knock on the foggy window.

“I told you we were gonna get caught.” robins paranoia was turned on in a second.

“Shut up” you whisper yelled at her, throwing her clothes at her naked body. “get dressed.” told her as you did the same as quickly as you could.

You climbed back to the front seat, trying to look out the window but it was too foggy, so you rolled it down to find Steve staring at you with a smug look on his face.

“Having fun out here? hasn’t anybody told you it’s kinda dangerous to park this close to the woods? Who’s the lucky guy?”

“Steven, what the fuck are you doing here? Scared the shit out of me, for gods sake.”

“Steve?” robin climbed next to you, finally dressed.

“Robin?” he took a second to click “Oh, you’re the girl Robin is seeing, wow, you think you know people.”

“What the hell are you doing here, dingus?”

“I’m taking the trash out. And you decided to stop for some fun times right behind my house.” he laughed.

“Oh my god. Are you serious?” you laughed covering your face in embarrassment.

“How the fuck did we not notice? Okay Steven, thanks for the scariest moment of my life but we gotta go now”

“No. Am i late?”

“Shut up, you perv”

“Gotta be more careful next time.” he warned as you rolled the window up.

“I can’t believe this.”

“Just drive, please. Don’t look back. Oh my god, i don’t think i’m ever having sex again. He’s never letting this go. Do you think he’s pissed that we didn’t tell him? Are you okay about this?”

“Robs, it’s fine, okay? Calm down. Just put your seatbelt on.”

“Sorry”

#robin buckley #smut #robin buckley x reader #robin buckley smut #robin buckley imagine #robin buckley x fem!reader #maya hawke #a writes

[arsonist-arcade]

Diversity win! The man who killed three people is gay!

#memes #roro shut up challenge #roro.txt #cletus jones #tto #ttto #the trail to oregon #trail to oregon #starkid #starkid productions #team starkid #starkid trail to oregon #trail to Oregon starkid #mcdoon

[oliviaischillin1204]

A Ticklish Competition- A Fic By @Ticklish-Sides

[note: another excellent excellent fic from @ticklish-sides, with a couple minor additions from myself lmao. please read this y’all, i almost died as it was being written]

With the Prince of the Imagination and the Side who controlled the Flight and Fight reflexes, things were bound to get heated about who was the stronger Side. And that meant several, several different contests about strength. Which Logan and Patton were always the judges for. They had sat through so many different sit-up contests, push up contests, track and field contests, and hundreds of others. None of which Virgil or Roman ended up winning because they were too stubborn to ever give up before both dropping like stones. And Patton and Logan were officially done with it. So they decided to suggest a little contest of their own.

Virgil eyed the bar attached to the ceiling of the den with an arched eyebrow. “You guys seriously did this? I thought you hated our contests.”

Logan nodded from where he was sitting on the couch with Patton. “That’s correct, we do. However, seeing as you are both extremely stubborn and we can’t see either of you stopping these contests anytime soon -”

“Contests where you’re pushing yourself way too far!”

Logan nodded, pointing at Patton approvingly. “Yes, also that. So, instead of watching you two put your health at risk, this is the final contest that we’ll allow. Do chin-ups until someone can’t do them anymore. Whoever wins this contest, wins forever. Understand?”

Roman and Virgil glanced at each other with narrowed eyes. Finally, Virgil nodded. “Fine. Not that I’ll need any more contests. Because I’m going to win.”

“Please,” Roman scoffed confidently, walking over to one of the bars with a smirk and pulling him up, Virgil hurriedly going to the other one. “You’ll be out by the time I’m on my tenth chin up. I’d wish you luck, but it’d be cruel to give you false hope.”

As the two of them bickered back and forth, Logan and Patton exchanged knowing smirks. Logan moved a hand behind his back, Patton fingering something in his pockets. “Now, on my mark,” Patton said in a sweet tone, voice bordering on a coo, “do your first chin up. Ready? Start!”

Logan and Patton watched as Roman and Virgil started their chin up, silent for the first few minutes, just watching. Logan then slowly pulled out a Doctor’s stethoscope and pulled it around his neck and Patton moved his hands out of his pockets, little monster claws attached to his fingers. “Oh, I just forgot to mention what happens to he who wins and he who loses,” Logan said in his well-practiced Doctor tone that had the two Sides competing freezing in the middle of their chin-ups and looking over at Logan, eyes widening in horror when they saw the stethoscope. “Whoever loses, is given to Patton to be his Gigglebug for the day. And whoever wins, is given the honour of testing out the many, many experimental treatments that I need testing. Now,” Logan leaned back against the couch with a smirk, “please, continue.”

Virgil stared at Logan with wide, excited eyes, a wobbly smile tugging at his lips. “A-are you serious? Like, seriously?”

Patton winked at him, wiggling his fingers at Roman and Virgil and grinning when Roman squeaked and pulled himself up against the bar as if to protect his armpits. “That’s right, Virgey Bear. So, unless you want me playing with your cute little tummy, I suggest you keep on doing your little chin-ups.”

There was a pause as Roman and Virgil met each other’s eyes, both of them wearing an expression that was a mix of excitement, anticipation, and stubbornness. Neither of them wanted to give up and lose the right to the very important bragging rights. So, with Virgil letting out a shaky breath and Roman closing his eyes, they started back up with their chin-ups. But there was a difference this time. Patton and Logan didn’t stay quiet.

“You know, one of the treatments that I’ve prepared would be perfect for you, Virgil,” Logan hummed, fingering his stethoscope. “I’d like to test which is better for enhancing ticklishness. Lotion or oil. What do you think Virgil? I think that it’s oil, personally, but I’d love to hear your take on it.”

His take on it was one thing that Virgil could give. He couldn’t even open his mouth, cheeks flushed pink and his lips stretching out into a small grin. He shook his head as he shakily pulled himself up to the bar. He was twitching a little as his Lee mood increased and he imagined just how thorough Logan would be with testing out his treatment.

Roman glanced over at Virgil with a smirk. He was doing a bit better than Virgil, his quickly rising Lee mood and his drive to win and hold this over Virgil’s head forever battling against each other. “Looks like Patton’s gonna have a new Gigglebug soon,” he cooed at Virgil, enjoying how that pink blush darkened. “I hope you’ve brushed up on your nursery rhymes. I hope that Patton makes you sing ‘My Little Piggy’ over and over and-”

“Now, now, Roman,” Patton tsked, waving a clawed finger at him and shaking his head. “Don’t you tease Virgil now, not when he’s trying so hard. You better focus on doing chin-ups and not on Virgil,” he smirked a little, “otherwise you’ll be the one singing the songs. And I got the perfect song for you. How about I sing you a verse now?”

“No,” Roman and Virgil both cried in unison, Roman’s cheeks starting to match Virgil.

Logan arched an eyebrow. “How rude. Patton offered to sing you a verse of a lovely song and you both shut him down, and quite rudely too.” He crossed his legs and turned to face Patton. “Patton, I would love to hear you sing your song.”

Patton clapped his hands, beaming at Logan happily. “Aww, thank you, Lolo.” He faced Roman and Virgil, Virgil paralyzed at the top of the bar and Roman’s arms trembling as he tried to pull himself up. “Round and round the garden, goes the teddy bear,” Patton sang sweetly, wiggling his clawed fingers and grinning when a giggle escape Roman. “One step, two steps, tickle you under there!” He suddenly lunged a little, Virgil shrieking and nearly losing his grip on the bar. “Oh, Virgil’s shaking, Virgil’s shaking!”

“I’m not,” Virgil laughed, forcing himself down. His knees and arms were trembling hard but he pulled himself back up, his lips pulling down into a stubborn pout. He wasn’t going to lose, not to Roman. “I’m nohohot!”

Logan tapped Patton’s arm, leaning in and stage whispering, “I think he’s lying, Patton. Terribly rude for a Gigglebug, isn’t it”

Patton nodded solemnly. “Oh yes,” he stage whispered back. “Don’t worry. If he drops, I’ll teach him some manners.”

Virgil squealed, paralyzed and just hanging from the bar. He didn’t think he could handle this teasing for too much longer. Luckily, the two Lers decided that Roman was costing through this challenge just a bit too easily.

“You know, Roman,” Logan hummed, lowering his glasses and looking at Roman over them, “if you win, I’d be very interested in inspecting your muscle groups to determine how strong you really are. An in-depth abdominal examination would do the job, I believe.” He smirked as Roman’s chin-ups, which had been mostly steady up until now, started to get shaky. “Oh? Are you getting shaky, Roman? Don’t give up now. You wouldn’t want to lose the honour of testing out my treatments, would you?”

Roman rested his face against the bar, giggles slipping out of him excitedly. Unfortunately, Patton wasn’t about to let Logan get in all the teases.

“Oh, Roro, it’s okay if you lose. Honestly, I’d encourage it,” Patton chirped, drumming the claws on his fingers together excitedly. “Romie, I’ve got some special little brushes that would love to tickle-tickle your underarms! Won’t you please drop for me, kiddo?” He perked up as Virgil started to shakily rise with the attention not on him. “Oh, looks like Virgil is still trying to win! Awww, I have an idea! Why don’t the two of you drop at the same time, that way I’ll get two Gigglebugs!

Logan tsked, shaking his head. "Now, now, Patton, don’t be greedy. I’d like to have a patient today to test my treatments out on.” He glanced over at the competitors with a smirk. “Perhaps if you’re going to be greedy, so shall I. If they both managed to stay in for this competition for the next five minutes, I get both of them as patients. Does that sound fair to you?”

“Oh, I suppose,” Patton sighed with a pout. “Can I be your Nurse if you win though?”

“Oh, of course, Patton,” Logan said with a gentle smile, ignoring Roman squealing and Virgil barely hanging onto the bar. “As long as I’m able to join you if you win.”

Patton perked up and nodded, clapping his hands. “Doesn’t this sound fun, Roro, VeeVee? Whatever happens, you’ll both end up tickled pink! You’re going to so much fun whether you win, lose or tie!”

Roman’s face was bright red from his giggles, arms shaking hard. He didn’t think he could hang on much longer and, from the looks of it, neither could Virgil. The Anxious Side was paralyzed, hanging straight down and giggling furiously. They needed to do something drastic. “Choose,” he squeaked out, trying to adjust his grip. “V-Virgil, just chohose which one. Gigglebug or patient?”

Patton and Logan both leaned forward with interest, eyes trained on Virgil. “That’s right, Virgil,” Logan hummed with a sharp smile. “Just choose, Virgil. Would you rather spend the day with me or Patton? I’d suggest choosing quickly, however. Spend too much time thinking, and both you and Roman both will be mine and Nurse Patton’s patient.”

And right as Logan said the word patient, Virgil’s grip on the bar gave out and he collapsed to the ground, just a second before Roman. The two Lees gasped for breath as they laughed, clutching at each other’s arms. Virgil had his face pressed into Roman’s shoulder to hide his wide, wobbly grin and Roman was holding Virgil close with his face buried in Virgil’s hair.

“Gohood job, Virgil,” Roman giggled, rubbing at his cheeks like he could scrub the bright pink blush right off them. “Yohou did really good.”

Virgil nodded against Roman’s shoulder, staying silently but patting Roman’s arm supportively.

“Awww, so sweet! You boys both did great!”

Roman and Virgil looked up to see Logan and Patton standing over them, Logan with a sharp grin and Patton with a teasy, innocent smile. “And, Roman, you won! You know what that means” Patton cheered.

“He sure does,” Logan hummed, holding out his hand expectantly. When Roman hesitantly took it, he yelped when Logan pulled him up smoothly and right in front of him with a smirk. “Is the patient ready for his treatment?”

Roman burst into giggles, nodding happily as Logan led him away, shaking with anticipation.

Virgil looked up at Patton who winked down at him, scooping him up in a bridal style hold. “Looks like I got a cute little Gigglebug all to myself today! What'cha say, VeeVee? You ready to get going?” He laughed when Virgil buried his face into his shoulder. “Awww, someone’s shy today! Don’t worry, Gigglebug, we’ll have loads of fun today!”

And Patton was right. Because Roman might’ve won the competition, but everyone was a winner here today.

#sanders sides tickling #tickling #tickle fic #tickle community #my posts #submission #ticklish-sides

[winterknight1087]

Hardly the Villains

Summary: Roman is the superhero Prince, who fights against the Dark Sides, consisting of Green Menace, Viper, and Shadow Wing. What happens when Roman discovers the real identity of these villains will change his outlook of them.

Word Count: 4868

Warnings: sympathetic Remus, sympathetic Deceit/Janus, fighting, injuries, cursing

Pairings: eventual romantic LAMP, romantic Demus, brotherly creativitwins, brotherly anxceit

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@rosesisupposes I am so sorry this is a little bit late! 2020 ended the same way it went. But still, I hope you enjoy your @sanderssidesgiftxchange present! It was a fun challenge to work on a superhero fic focused on Roman and Remus!

"Here hold this."

The masked hero barely had time to catch the thing thrown at him, much less identify what it was, before the stick of dynamite blew up in his face. If it were any other super villain, then this would have been the end of the hero. Yet, Green Menace didn't seem to get the memo that he was supposed to try and kill the hero.

The hero let out a squawk as, for the third time this week, his face and hair were covered in cartoonish ash. He heard the cackle of the villain as Viper told Menace that they needed to go.

"Til next time, Princey." Shadow Wing announced.

“Stop flirting and let’s get out of here.” Viper stated to Shadow, not caring if the hero heard or not. The hero did hear, but he also couldn’t see Shadow’s reaction as the villain scooped up Viper and vanishing into the shadows.

"Well, this was fun!" Menace cackled before pulling a paint brush out of nowhere and painting a tunnel on a wall.

The hero knew better than to go after Menace at that point. All of Menace’s powers followed cartoon logic. He had flown straight into too many walls to know that only Menace could use those dumb paintings to travel. So, the hero sigh and flew off.

 ****

“Like honestly, does that fiend have any idea how hard it is to get that gunk out of my hair?” Roman scrubbed his hair with the towel around his head.

His boyfriend didn’t even bother looking up from his book. “I highly doubt that he knows considering that he is smart enough not to be here after your fights.”

“Sure, I have to take a shower anyways, because of normal fight dirt, but that fiend just has to give me that dumb stick and I have to spend 5ever trying to get the stuff out of my hair!”

“You could try asking him not to hand you the stick of dynamite.”

Roman gave the book Logan was holding determinedly in front of his face, the glare meant for the nerd. “Right, yeah, sure. Something like ‘Excuse me, fiend I fight at least three times a week, can you like not hand me your explosion gunk sticks? Thanks boo.’ How’s that sound?”

“Sounds perfect, RoRo! Just make sure to use your please and thank you’s!” The third boyfriend said, swooping in with a plate of cookies.

Logan finally lowered his book to glance at his watch. “Hmm, you are getting faster at washing that stuff out of your hair, Roman. Patton usually has eaten half of his baked goods before you return.”

Roman managed to let out an offended squawk before the windows suddenly blew in, knocking the bug screen inside the house. The gust of wind responsible seemed to spin around Patton before vanishing. The man let out a small giggle before the chaos appeared.

Remus was shrieking as he scrambled through the window. Logan managed to count to two before a furious looking goose followed the chaotic man in. Remus was already running down the hall to his room, but the goose didn’t seem to be deterred, even if the goose had to make its nest and raise its chicks outside this fiend’s door. The goose would get its revenge eventually.

This time, Logan got to ten before the front door was thrown open with the other two. Janus barked at Roman to help him before sprinting down the hall. Roman shut his eyes to let out a breath, but a crash and something shattering sent him after his twin and twin’s boyfriend. Virgil let out his own breath before saying something that couldn’t be overheard by a loud beep.

“Patton, stop trying to give me a filter! It’s not going to happen and I think a murderous goose deserves a swear or two!”

“What did Remus do this time?” Logan asked, unnervingly calm about this entire situation.

Virgil ran a hand through his hair. “Jan told Remus to get out more and enjoy the sunlight for once. Remus pulled out his meme skills and informed us he went to the park. Then as Jan was congratulating him on going outside, Ree pulled out the goose and it did not like that. We’ve been following the idiot and goose since 4th Street.”

“I’ll go grab the three of you some water then.” Patton hummed as he went back into the kitchen, ignoring the screeching and thumps from further down the hall.

“I am pleased to hear you are getting exercise at least, Virgil.” Logan commented, returning to his book.

“I swear the rat is going to give me a heart attack one of these days, and then I won’t hear the end of Jan’s whining.”

“I do not whine.”

Logan lowered his book, questioning why he was even bothering to try and continue reading. “Also, why would Janus whine to you if you were the one to have a heart attack? I would assume he would whine to the rest of us, as I doubt he would whine to his boyfriend.”

“Janny, you would 100% whine that I was making the rat look bad.” Virgil stated, rolling his eyes.

“I thought I told you to stop calling me that.”

A voice at the front door cackled. “But Janny makes you go red and it’s cute!”

Logan raised an eyebrow at Remus, who now stood at the door as if nothing had happened. “Did you climb out your bedroom window to avoid the goose?”

“No,” He grinned. “I climbed out to avoid my bro bro twin. Pretty sure he’s still screaming at my door. Where’d Goose Janus go?”

“Well, Janus is right there, however, I am unsure what has become of the goose.”

“Nooo, that’s Human Janus. I asked about Goose Janus.”

“Do not call me Human Janus either.”

“VeeVee, your brother is being mean to meeeeeeEEEee!!!!”

Virgil rolled his eyes at the two of them. “Where is the goose, Jan? I don’t want to be running after the rat and a goose across town again.”

“Roman managed to get it into a pillowcase. He had the top clutched for dear life while screaming at Remus. Which means, we should probably get out of here before the goose is released.” Janus commented.

“Oh, you three are already leaving?” Patton asked, carrying three water bottles.

“Patton, you are amazing.” Janus stated, snatching a bottle from him and downing it in a single gulp.

Virgil rolled his eyes at the figure going for a second water bottle. “Probably for the best. Prince Whines a Lot isn’t exactly agreeable after… work.”

“Oh, OK. We’ll see you guys later then!”

With that, Virgil shoved the other two out the door, muttering that he wanted to go lay down and not move for the next year. The two left in the living room could hear their third partner ranting at a door down the hall, oblivious to the fact the resident was gone. There were also muffled goose noises that worried Patton.

Logan sighed, setting his book aside. “I’ll call Animal Control to come get it. You want to go inform Roman that his twin is gone?”

“M’kay.”

 ***

 Roman’s day had been absolutely terrible. He had gotten a flat tire, some dragon witch at the store stole the entire stock of Crofters before telling him off for being in her way, and he accidentally dropped his phone so it now had a giant crack on the screen. So, when he walked in to see muddy footprints and what he would argue was the stench of a dead rat in the wall, in the summer, he was not exactly kind as he turned to face his twin.

Remus was curled around his laptop, furiously typing away on it. Roman noted the muddy boots that made the muddy footprints were hitched up on the coffee table, spreading the filth there too. Remus muttered something about ripping someone’s ears off and shoving them up their butt and that was the line for Roman today.

“Are you serious, Remus! This place is a disaster! When I left, it was spotless! And what is that smell?! Did you run a secret trash dump in here while I was gone?”

“Oooooh, that is an interesting idea.” Remus cackled, still not looking up.

If Roman had the ability to shoot laser beams out of his eyes, Remus would have already been a crisp of a crisp. “What are you even doing?”

“Hacking into a multibillion company for a sweet payday.”

Roman managed to get halfway through an eyeroll before realizing what his brother was actually doing. “Great, I’m going to have to burn that couch!”

Remus finally glanced up at the other, eyebrows knit. But before he could ask, his phone let off a ding and he decided that was more interesting. He snatched it up and started grinning. Roman watched Remus quickly throw everything into his backpack. He jumped up and grabbed a duffle bag that Roman hadn’t noticed. If Remus was covered in mud, the duffle was mud disguised as a bag. Remus sang out a ‘smell ya later, bro bro’ before he was out the front door, leaving Roman in the middle of the mess.

Roman took a deep breath as the door slammed behind his twin. He took another. One more deep inhale and he let out a frustrated scream into the arm desperately trying to muffle it. Now his throat hurt on top of him needing to clean up the mess his idiot of a brother left behind.

“Come on, Roman. Mom is paying off your car payments and rent for letting the bastard stay here. And you like not having to use 85% of your paychecks just to pay for those. Plus, the bastard spends most of his time out of the house with those irritating friends of his. It’s fine! It’ll be fine!”

He kept muttering this to himself as he angrily cleaned up the mud. Once he got as much as he could up, he took a seat (on the opposite couch as he now had to get rid of his favorite couch) to Google how to get rid of the stench. Like honestly, what did that bastard do to make it smell so bad in here? Roman thought it would be a bit better once some of the mud was gone, but nope, still just as bad.

Almost louder than Remus’s snoring, the Hercules song Zero to Hero started blaring from Roman’s work phone. He was instantly on his feet, heading to his room as he pulled it out of his pocket.

New message:

Human Computer: The Dark Sides are robbing the regional Walmart financial offices. That is two streetlights left of the so called ‘lame’ coffeeshop, Prince.

Moral Compass: Aww, I just put on the new episode of Steven Universe Future though!

Human Computer: I am sure they will apologize if you inform them of this. Prince, have you seen the message or am I going to have to hack your personal phone and laptop to get your attention?

Prince: 10-4 nerd

Roman grabbed his katana before rushing out the back door. He grinned as he twisted the watch face and pressed the newly appeared button. Sometimes making Logan watch cartoons and daring him to make cartoon gadgets was worth the mutterings and frustration Roman faced from his partner. The hero costume shimmered around him, concealing his identity as he took off into the sky.

Roman could hear the alarms going off. Even if Logan hadn’t specified where it was, Roman would have known where those fiends were. He knew that Patton would give him the scolding of the century if he knew, but Roman welcomed this attack. It gave him a means to take his frustrations off on some villains who constantly tormented the town.

“Sorry, Princey. Can’t let you go any further.” A voice commented behind the hero as he took in the scene.

“Oh look, it’s the talking shadowling.” Roman commented, turning to see the villain.

Honestly, seeing Shadow Wing always took Roman’s breath away upon first sight. Long wings were stretched out, barely flapping in order to keep the person up. Shadows were cascading down the wings, mimicking black flames falling to the ground. As for the villain, Shadow always reminded Roman of Wesley in his full Dread Pirate Roberts getup from the Princess Bride.

“Ooof, pretty sure you used that insult last week. Running out of creative material there, Princey?” That insufferable smirk!

“At least I have a variety, Raven Boy.”

“Mmm, creativity is not my department. Anyways, what’s up with the big knife you’ve got there? Wanna try slicing shadows?”

Roman had enough time to pull out the katana before the strange ball of frozen darkness was dangerously close. He barely managed to slash it. He still preferred Shadow’s cold blobs over being handed the explosive gunk stick Menace always handed him. Roman watched Shadow take off into the sky before swooping down close to the ground.

A ball of darkness landed right before Logan, or as he was in his own hero costume-the Human Computer. The villain was already rising back up into the air, ignoring the fact that he had just barely missed the hero’s sidekick. Roman threw himself into the fight, angry about the day, sure, but this villain just went after his boyfriend! There must be vengeance!

“Oooooooh, Shadow really does have interesting flirting methods!” A new voice commented.

Shadow threw some of his shadows at Green Menace, who was eagerly cackling. Roman quickly scanned, searching for the last of the evil trio. No sight of Viper. Then Menace’s voice forced Roman to turn back to seeing what the villain was cackling about. He did have to admit Menace and Shadow seemed to be close friends at the very least. Why does that hurt Roman?

“Let’s get this over with. I have SUF to watch.” Shadow commented.

“Okie dokie, bro-kie!”

“Say that again and I am sending you to the bottom of the Mariana Trench and leaving you for the eldritch horrors down there.”

“Pleasssssse, even they would ssssend thissss trash back to ussssss.” Ah, there’s Viper.

Menace was grinning as he pretended to wipe away a tear. “The two of you really understand me.”

Roman twisted the katana, mentally mapping out how to try and take these three down. It was always a difficult fight but Logan and Patton were better ground support while the dark trio kept to the skies, out of reach of almost everyone and thing. And because Roman was certain of this fact, he didn’t see the safety hazard strike him down.

All Roman knew was one moment, he was getting ready to whap Menace and the next, he was in a huge crater, staring up at four figures in the sky. The air was knocked out of him and his body did not want to move for the next year. Before he could reorient himself, the new figure knocked an entire building on top of Roman, trapping him under rubble. Not that the hero noticed as he lost consciousness.

 ***

 The three villains stared in shock at the new figure. The new enemy hummed disinterestedly at the pile where the hero had landed. The new figure turned to look over the three standing before them. He had planned this entire take over and subjecting these three useless tools to his will. Half of his plan was already complete, now just to deal with the amateurs.

All three of them had lost the easiness they had with the hero. Now, they look furious. In fact, Green Menace looked like he was about to rip the world apart with his teeth. The new figure didn’t place much thought on that, expecting that reaction.

“Now then. You three idiots see how a real villain does it.” He stated. “I will be merciful and offer you positions as my lackies, but this is now my town.”

Shadow was already pulling all of the shadows towards him as Viper hissed at the newcomer. “No, you will not. This is our home. We will not let anyone else terrorize our home. We might not be heroes to the people here, but we will not let someone come terrorize the town we have under our control.”

“Shadow, Viper.” Menace’s voice was chillingly serious. “Now.”

Shadows shot through the air, stealing the sunlight and replacing it with waves of fear and terror, as a long snake managed to coil around the newcomer. However, Green Menace was the most terrifying to onlookers and the new villain. Menace was out for blood and would not rest until the bastard was twenty feet under for hurting his twin brother.

 ****

 “…kidding me?!”

“What else were we supposed to do, Vee? Leave him there?”

“Take him to the house the two of you share! Hate to break it to you, but your brother is a complete dumbass; I wouldn’t be surprised to discover that he doesn’t know the truth. So, he’s not only going to wake up after a massive fight, in a strange place he has never been in, he’s also surrounded by his enemies!”

For all the luck in the world, of course this was the first thing Roman heard as he gained consciousness. The hero tensed as he opened his eyes only the smallest amount to see the trio of villains standing in front of him in a dark room. He desperately wanted to look around and see how much danger he was in, but that would require that he open his eyes and if they weren’t torturing him because they thought he was still unconscious, then he wasn’t going to let them know he was awake.

“I agree that he probably hasn’t figured it out yet, but if we left him, rescue services would have found him and if one of our identities are revealed, all of them are. What do you think the government’s first reaction to having the superhero Prince unconscious in some hospital would be? Hmm? We are working with what we can do. We wouldn’t be able to make it to the twins’ house without being spotted. We have our tunnels to get here.”

Wait… That meant… They knew where he lived. Oh no, they knew where he lived. That meant Remus would be in danger as well. It meant Logan and Patton were in danger. It meant that Virgil and Janus were in danger. It meant that everyone Roman knew and cared about were in danger because of these villains.

“I know that this entire situation is bad, but we’re doing the best we can. Even the walking ray of sunshine and nerd said this was the best option.”

Pound. Pound.

“Where is he?! How badly is he hurt?”

Roman’s heart might as well have stopped in that moment. These villains could do whatever they wanted to him, but he will not let these fiends harm a hair on Patton or Logan’s head. In an instant, Roman was on his feet, and shoving the closest figure to him against a wall. As he looked at the face he had pinned, his heart might as well be stopped as that would be a kinder fate than this. The face he saw, was the face of Virgil Storm-Ekans.

Roman stepped back in pure shock as his eyes swept to the other two villains, taking in all three shocked faces. Standing in front of him were both his brother and Remus’ friends, but also the trio of villains, perfectly mashed together. His twin brother in Menace’s sparkling green and black costume probably found in some thrift store, looking like some knock off Luigi. Janus in Viper’s black and yellow suit complete with the dumb cloak and hat. And Virgil in… Virgil in a black Wesley outfit with huge shadow-y black wings wrapped tightly around him.

“I-No… Noo… This isn’t- it can’t”

Patton appeared, blocking Roman’s vision from the three he hated. “Roman, hey, hey. Shhhh. It’s OK. Come on, let’s get you back on the couch. You’re OK, your safe.”

Roman was gently forced onto the couch before Patton started to heal the injuries he had. Soft blue light shone from his hand as each wound healed and vanished. Roman’s eyes were still trying to take in the mess, however. A creak pulled his attention to a set of stairs to see Logan calmly walking down, looking at something on his phone.

“Lo, do you have information on who the hell Orange Traffic Cone was?” Virgil asked, his wings fluttering nervously as they unwrapped from around him.

“I was going to ask the same of you. They were obviously some kind of villain, so I assumed you three would have more information on who or what they were.”

“Well, isn’t this a wonderful situation we have.” Janus grimaced. ���I doubt they will be returning, however.”

Logan adjusted his glasses as he glanced over at Roman, pleased to see the boyfriend was healing up well. “Well, after that impressive show of power, I doubt anyone will try to take over the town from you three. I do wonder how the three of you gained so much power though.”

“We were the ones to find the dumb radioactive stone and spend more time around it, Logan. Proximity to the source of all of our powers.” Janus commented.

“Ah, that does make sense. It would also probably explain the extra developments as well.”

“Call them what they are, Lo. Mutations. Freaks like me… us have mutations.” Virgil spat.

Logan looked over the other, noting that the wings were tightening around the youngest of the group. “You are not a freak, Virgil.”

Virgil scoffed, “Yeah, right.”

Logan narrowed his eyes but could tell that it would take a while to improve the other’s confidence, so decided to try and improve the mood. “You are not a freak, Virgil. I know you do not accept it right now, but hopefully in time. Now, Remus, a question I have been meaning to ask. Did you really dump cow manure on the executive’s desk?”

“Wait, was that what was in that disgusting bag of yours?!”

“It was bull shit!” Remus cackled.

“What-what is going on?” Roman intruded, weakly. “Is-is this some kind of prank or a dream?”

“Roman, have you truly not realized who the ‘dark sides’ are?” Logan asked, curiously. “Did it not occur to you that if you got superpowers, at very least your own twin brother would also develop some powers as well?”

“But-but- they’re evil!” Roman screeched.

“Hardly.”

Remus knelt to look his twin in the face, concern filling the red-tinted hazel eyes. “Ro- did- do you really think that? Do you really think us evil?”

Words would not escape Roman’s chocked throat, but that seemed enough of an answer to the rest of the room. Virgil and Janus instantly backed away, granting Roman more space as Logan moved forward and took the seat on Roman’s other side. Remus looked at his twin in so much shock and pain that Roman wanted to lie through his teeth.

“Roman, while these three may violate legal codes, they are hardly evil. They are more like Robin Hood than some evil monster.”

“But today-“

“We were stealing from Walmart to give money to a homeless shelter full of full-time Walmart employees, Ro. What happened with that rando was unexpected. We still don’t know who they were or what their intentions truly were.” Virgil said, softly.

Patton took Roman’s hand into his. “RoRo, have you not even wondered why despite all those fights, you never actually ended up hurt? Not even a bruise most times.”

“That literally every hit that would actually hurt missed? Like I get thinking that of Remus, but of Jan and me?”

“But- what about you throwing one of those dark snowballs at Logan earlier?!”

Logan barely stopped himself from rolling his eyes. “Roman, I’m not sure you’ve realized yet, but Patton and I knew who these three were. Virgil was tossing me a flash drive that I designed to aide them in hacking through complex security measures that I was able to use to further hide the true amount they stole.”

“You were helping these fiends?!?”

“Well, it’s not acceptable that a multibillion company lets their employees live in poverty.” Patton softly admitted.

“Why-“ Roman was just so lost and confused. “Why didn’t anyone tell me? Why was I left out?”

“Most of us thought you already knew. Virgil pushed for a verbal confirmation that you knew before letting the idea that you didn’t know rest. It’s not like we made any effort to discuss work out of very specific locations, which rarely intersect between all of us.” Logan answered.

Roman ran a hand through his hair, trying to process all of this. The rest of the room glanced around at each other. A silent agreement to give the hero a moment was passed around. Once they seemed to understand the decision, Janus glanced at Virgil before turning to Patton.

“Hey, literal sunshine. Can you possibly take a look at Virgil’s wing and see if you can heal whatever happened to it?”

“I’m fine, Jan.”

“Bullshit. Don’t make me pull the older brother card on you, little shit. You only hold your wings that close to you when they are hurt.”

“If you’re hurt, I can fix it! You don’t need to be in pain!” Patton said, jumping up.

“Seriously, I’m fine, Princey over there was the one who got hit with an entire building.”

“Vee, let Pat look at your wing. Traffic Cone did a pretty bad number on you, trying to knock you out of the air.” Remus said softly.

“Come on, kiddo. I’ll need access to your back to see if the joints are alright, but you’ll feel a lot better afterword!” Patton said.

“Ugh, I can see the fight is already lost.” Virgil muttered, before taking his black shirt off.

Roman had a lot of information to process, but that didn’t happen as he saw how ripped the other was. He had thought Virgil was hot and Shadow Wing hotter, but seeing the two combined, yeah, Roman was gay. At least he was also poly so could ask his partners if they were interested in romancing a certain shadow. Which if his super gay mind could actually remember anything, he would remember that they were actually already pushing to ask Vee out.

“OK, you have a bruised muscle and some of your feathers are gone. I also think you have a broken bone somewhere around here.” Patton said, pulling Roman out of his gay panic.

Janus immediately moved over, looking over the feathers before letting out a breath. “You are one lucky bastard, Vee. It’s mostly tertiary and a few secondary ones. But that means you were close to getting taken out by that knife.”

There was a small mischievous cackle near Roman. “So bro bro. You crushing hard on Virgil yet, or do Jan and I need to undress him some more for you?”

“REMUS!”

“Whaaaaat, I’m just trying to set up my bro with my hoe’s bro.”

 ****

 2 months later…

 “Oh come on, Princey. Surely you can do better than that.”

Roman was glad that most people couldn’t see details of them from the ground. If they could, they would see that Prince had a huge smile as he dodged his boyfriend’s shadow ball. It wouldn’t do him any harm, and in fact all of their boyfriends found comfort in the gentle cool kiss of them by now. No, Roman was determined to tag the sensor on the other’s arm, indicating that he won the game today. Can’t win if Virgil won.

Below, Remus and Janus were breaking into an Amazon warehouse to steal food, blankets, and clothes to donate to various homeless organizations. Once they were done, the two of them would join their third partner in crime to ‘escape’ from the Prince while the Prince pretended to hate them. Prince would fly off, talk to police about what happened, watch the Human Computer bury the actual amount stolen so that the company would just write it off. The Moral Compass would gently push a calm acceptance upon everyone so that there would be less struggle to hunt the villains down.

Then, the three of them would go and change out of their hero costumes and pick up the trio from their downtown townhouse. They would go home, order pizza, and watch movies all night, laughing and having fun. The next day, they would spend the day dropping off items at various homeless shelters. Roman would see how much it meant to the shelters to receive the donations, and it would make him wonder why he ever thought the trio were evil. Then the group would split so Remus and Janus would head to the townhouse while the four boyfriends would head to Roman’s planning a nice night with their partners.

And honestly, Roman wouldn’t have it any other way.

#sage writes #sympathetic deceit #sympathetic remus #superhero au #logan #roman #virgil #Patton #injury mention #romantic lamp #romantic demus #brotherly creativitwins #brotherly anxceit #cursing #fighting mention #sandersidesgiftexchange #sandersidesgiftexchange2020 #rosesisupposes

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Abductions, Past and Present

TSS alien/space au, cause why not? WARNIG this one is really angsty and a lot darker than some of my other stuff, so pay attention to the tags, and stay safe!

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He doesn’t want to be here. 

He doesn’t know where “here” is, exactly, but that hardly matters, anymore.

 What he wants hasn’t mattered in a long, long time.

 Still, he could take it, he did take it, he didn’t really have a choice, of course, but he’d learned long ago that fighting only made everything worse.

 He would have kept fighting them, regardless, but one time they got it into their heads that a good punishment would be separating them. He’d been alone for three days, terrified out of his mind, pacing, waiting, anxiety clawing at his chest, barely able to breathe, much less function.

 And when they did bring him back, he was a shaking, sweating, bruised and bloodied mess. They were both used to the injuries from the experiments, or the testing, but this was something else, this was torture, and it had been his fault, it had been to teach him a lesson, and he had never been so scared that his brother was going to be actually taken from him then that time, it had taken a week of careful tending and his sloppy, half knowledge of first aid before his brother had opened his eyes, and the first thing the half dead idiot did was smile up at him, and he’d lost it.

 He hadn’t fought back, since then. He’d been docile as a lamb, he didn’t so much as scream anymore, didn’t let a single sob escape his lips when he was strapped to the table, for fear that they would separate them again, and it was selfish of him, but it was only half because he was worried for Roman. He was more worried for himself, what he would become if he didn’t have his brother to keep him sane.

 He knew they were testing him, after that. He knew, because it got worse for him, but easier for Roman, and that’s what mattered, he was fine with that. If they were focused on him, all the better.

 They wanted to see how far they could push him, before he snapped. How far would he go, before he gave in, made a noise, fought back, disrespected them, gave them any excuse to punish him? The answer was simple. Never. Never, if it kept Roman safe.

 Oh, it hurt like hell. Sometimes he was aware, sometimes he wasn’t. Sometimes they injected things into him, things made his skin burn until he wanted to peel it off himself, sometimes things that choked his breathing, felt like ice shards stabbing into his lungs, sometimes things that made everything go hazy and warped and reality break around him, until he was feverish and unsure where he even was anymore. Sometimes they poked, prodded, slashed, burned, stabbed, branded, broke bones, dislocated limbs, he wasn’t entirely sure what else. Just anything and everything to test his resilience, his resistance to pain, his stubbornness.

 He knew it was something to do with measuring human’s durability, their resistance to different chemical mixtures and resilience in healing, knew that some days after he was exhausted from shaking, from biting his tongue so hard it bled instead of letting a single whimper slip past his lips they took blood, plasma, they measured the methodical cuts of varying deepness they had etched into different parts of his body, typing away on their tablets any progress or delays.

 The worst was when they purposefully let wounds get infected, let them fester and rot, veins turning purple, skin turning black, until he could feel the infection creeping through his blood, fever and chills sweeping through him so hard Roman had to hold him still or he’d hurt himself seizuring. Those were the times he was almost sure he was going to die, and he’d smile at Roman, because if he really was going out, the last goddamn thing his brother was going to see of him was his smile.  

 But that doesn’t matter anymore.

 Despite everything, despite all he’d done, despite his best efforts, it doesn’t matter. Existence is futile at this point, everything is.  

The beings that had brought him here had been gentle. Nice, almost, if he believed anyone could be nice anymore. They’d brought him to this room, with gentle reassurances that everything would be fine, and then left.

 It is bare, but almost anything is an improvement over his previous lodgings. That had been a cold, dark, cell. Solid metal walls and floors, they hadn’t even bothered to keep them on a light/dark cycle, a dirty pile of hay as a bed, a slot for their meager rations, nearly all of which he gave to Roman instead, no matter how much he protested. Here there’s an actual bed, carpeted floors, soft, not too bright radiant lighting that must be somewhat UV, because he hasn’t felt warmth like this in years.

 He hadn’t even noticed the light dimming, but he realizes suddenly it’s dark. Not completely, not pitch black like the cell, he can still see the outline of the room, of everything, clearly, though it doesn’t stop his breath from hitching.

 He’s in the corner, curled tight into a ball, hands tangled in his hair, so no one can sneak up on him from any direction. He hasn’t moved from this spot since he was put in here, two, maybe three, days ago? He doesn’t quite know. He knows he hasn’t eaten anything, though they bring him three meals a day. They’ve progressively  been getting more elaborate, more enticing, he knows they’re trying to get him to eat, to drink, something, anything, and he knows he should, but what’s the point? The smell just makes him sick, the thought of eating any of it nearly makes him choke.

 He knows they’ve been talking to him, too, though he’s so hazy and half out of his mind he doesn’t really remember what they’ve been saying. He knows there’s at least three of them. One, soft spoken and kind, that gives off an aura of safety, of home, almost human, except for the large, fluffy blue speckled wings on his back. The third is some kind of Naga, face scaled and eyes slitted, hands ending in sharp claws, lingering on the s’s when he pronounces them. The final member is a human, which should set him at ease, but only scares him more, for some reason, because if they can brainwash a human, what chance does he stand? He’s never been smart, only good for the physical tests, he always failed the mental challenges set before him, every puzzle and game and riddle, until they even gave up on punishing him for it.

 Every time someone enters, he pulls back, huddling tighter into his corner, no matter how far away they stay, he hisses and spits and growls, letting them think he’s gone mad, gone feral, and maybe he has, maybe he really, truly has, but he doesn’t care because every time he sees one of them, hears the door, his stomach twists with the most agonizing, crushing hope, because part of him believes one of these times it will be Roman, but it will never, never be Roman.

…

He’s in the cell. He’s pacing, endlessly pacing, because for the first time in weeks, they’ve taken Roman from him, and despite his better judgement, he fought back, because he can’t handle Roman getting hurt, he won’t let them take him, because he has a terrible sense that if they take him again, he won’t ever see him once more.

 But he failed, he failed miserably, and Roman is gone.

 He lurches towards the door at the sound of noise, the sound of alarms and shouts, He’s never heard that before, which scares him, new is never good, new means a new test, one he doesn’t know the rules of, one he can’t win.

 The door flies open, and he barely catches Roman as he’s flung into the room, the door slamming shut, and it takes his eyes a moment to readjust. When he does, he gasps.

 Roman is soaked in blood. So much blood, it’s never been this bad before, something must have gone wrong, there’s a deep, jagged cut across his abdomen, that’s where the blood is coming from, and desperately, he presses down on it, wincing at Roman’s hoarse scream of pain, trying to staunch the bleeding, trying to ignore the red that seeps out between his fingers, he’s losing too much, too much, they must have hit an artery, or… or something, if he wasn’t so stupid he would know what to do, so his brother would stop dying in his arms.

 “R… rem…” His eyes lock on Roman’s, hazy with pain and glazed with confusion, but open and aware, and Roman cradles him close, helping support him, as he coughs, blood dribbling out of his mouth, bloodying his gums, staining his teeth.

 “Shh, shh, it’ll be ok, RoRo, I’m gonna-“ His voice splinters, and he heaves in a breath, “gonna patch you right up, just like always, yeah? Sound good?” He pleads more than asks, running his hands through Roman’s hair, keeping one hand pressed tight to his wound, forcing a smile to his face through the desperate tears.

 “d…don’t think y-y-you can.” Roman stutters, a frightening gurgling coming from his lungs as he heaves again, coughing up blood, and he realizes he’s screaming, as Roman’s eyes close, as his head lolls, his body goes limp against his, his breathing stopping, and he screams louder, harder, until it shatters his own eardrums, until he isn’t even sure he’s still screaming, until nothing else in the world has ever existed or mattered except this, this moment of unbearable loss.

  Then the door opens, and someone is speaking, and someone is pulling him away, disentangling Roman from his arms, and he’s still screaming, but his voice has long since given out, and he fights, he thrashes, he growls and claws and bites and snaps, at everyone, anyone, within reach, because they’re taking him, they can’t take him, they can’t have him, he won’t let them, he WON’T!

 Then cool, soft calm radiates through him, stilling him instantly as he goes complacent. His memories are fuzzy after that, he remembers flashes of a ship, flashes of conversation, of apologies from the winged one, then the room.

…

He doesn’t look up at the door opening. He hasn’t even checked if it’s locked, honestly. Hasn’t looked for any way of escape, it doesn’t mean anything, now.

 “hey kiddo.” He flinches, though the voice is soft and gentle, nothing but warm and kind, so hard his head cracks against the wall. He realizes his world is spinning, tears are dripping down his face, he’s hyperventilating. That must be why they sent Feathers, as he’s nick named him in his mind, because he was panicking again. “I need you to breathe, ok? In and out.” He does, he doesn’t know why he does, but he does, copying Feathers’ pattern until his heaving comes to a slow stop. He doesn’t otherwise acknowledge the being, doesn’t look up or speak or do anything other than curl tighter as he feels the being move closer.

 “easy, bud. You know, you’d feel better if you ate something. Or at least drank something. You can’t go this long without water.”

 And you can? He wants to bite out, but he doesn’t, he doesn’t say a thing, doesn’t react. He hears the person sigh.

 “I don’t want to, but I know you’re hurting yourself. I won’t let you give up like this kiddo, I don’t want to use my abilities, but you’re not giving me much of a choice.” He laughs, bitter, dark, angry, teeth bared and eyes flaming with raging hurt. He’s a bit satisfied to see Feathers stumble back, eyes wide.

 “Go the fuck ahead. It won’t change anything. Go ahead and prolong my suffering. Go ahead and do whatever the hell you want to me. Go ahead and use me and break me and pretend to give a shit, I couldn’t care less what you do at this point, I may as well be already dead. I may as well kill myself.” He barely sees Feathers anymore, eyes wild, all the thoughts that have been silent the past few days because of his grief overwhelming him all at once. “I could bash my head against the wall until it split open and my brains fell out of my skull. I could tie the bedsheets together into a noose, I could waterboard myself with them, too, I could claw open my wrists with my nails, oh, or I could claw my chest open and rip out my own heart, crush it my fist. Do I even have one anymore? I don’t think I do. If I do, it’s not beating, that’s for sure, it’s dead and cold and hard as a stone, it doesn’t mean anything anymore, nothing means anything anymore.” He pauses, cocking his head. “Could you kill me? Could you convince my brain to turn off? Convince my blood to stop pumping? Could you make my instincts shut off so I could smother myself with a pillow, or drown myself in a puddle, or slit my own throat with my nails?”

 “kiddo…” He laughs again, heedless of the tears streaming down his face.

 “It’s nothing worse than they’ve already done to me, nothing worse than I let them do to me, there’s nothing worse that could possibly happen, I lose him, I lost him, and it’s my fault, and he’s gone, he’s gone, and it’s my fault, and I couldn’t stop the bleeding and I just, I can’t, I need…” He’s hyperventilating again, and he lets out a choked scream of rage, lunging to his feet. For a moment he sees fear in Feathers’ eyes, but he doesn’t care, he smashes his fist against the wall, screaming, and it feels good, so he does it again, and again, and again, until he knows bones have broken, but he doesn’t care, because the pain is a fraction of what he feels inside, a fraction of what he deserves, and then that peace is slipping back over him and he falls to his knees, vision swimming before going black. “roman… ro… please…” he whimpers, letting the dark sweep him away, praying he never wakes up.

…

“Patton!” Virgil races into the room, having fled the monitor room as soon as the human lunged to his feet, skidding to a stop at the sight that greets him.

 He is sitting on the floor, the unconscious human cradled in his arms, wings wrapped tight in what Virgil knows to be a soft cocoon of warmth.  

 “we made a mistake, Virg.”

 “That’s what you’re worried about!? I thought he was going to kill you, or kill himself, or both!” Patton shakes his head as the human whimpers in his arms.

 “We need to put them together. They need each other.”

 “He’s right. I’m not usually one for the whole touchy feely thing, but even I can feel the despair radiating off him.” Janus adds, making Virgil jump and scowl at Janus's smirk.

 “Maybe we should wait for Logan.” Virgil responds doubtfully, but Patton shakes his head vehemently.

 “no. Now, we can’t wait.”

 …

 He wakes up slowly, and not at all, at first. It’s like swimming through molasses, probably because he can’t even remember the last time he slept, and his body is trying to take advantage. Then again, what does he have to wake up for?

 But there’s something. A soft voice, an arm around him, a familiar, comforting scent, and his eyes snap open, fear and hope and aching, overwhelming need forcing him awake, forcing him to see, cause if it isn’t true, he will die.

 Amber eyes, pale skin, strong cheek bones, pale and face a bit flushed, but awake, and holding him, and he can’t help but let out a pent up, anguished sob, burying against him with all his might, barely heedful of the wound he knows is there, but there’s no blood, somehow, and Roman is here and alive and, this can’t be overstated, Roman is alive.

 “please… please don’t… I’m sorry, it’s my fault, I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have fought, I should have fought harder, I thought you died because of me, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I…” He can’t speak anymore, through the tremors wracking his body, the relief flooding through him heady and dizzying and his mind is shorting out and he’s crying ugly, sobbing, snotty, tears, but he can’t stop, doesn’t want to stop. “I let them take you away, I thought they took you away, they took you.”

 “Remus, Remus, Remus, I know, I know, it’s not your fault, it’s ok, it’s ok, I’m here, I’m here, and you’re here and we’re safe now.” He clings to his brother harder, almost sick from the level of heightened emotion he’s feeling, every breath like a dagger being ripped out of his chest, and he swears he can feel his heart start beating again, time start ticking once more.  

 “don’t go. Don’t… don’t go, don’t leave, please, please, don’t leave me, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, don’t go, I can’t… I can’t if you go. Please stay.” He begs, fists curling tighter around the fabric of Roman’s soft shirt, shifting so he’s eye to eye with his brother, unable to stop searching his face, every inch of his face, for any sign this is just another fever dream.”

 “I’m not, I’m not going anywhere. I promise, Rem, I absolutely promise.” Roman yawns hugely and he smirks, letting his hand card through Roman’s hair, slipping behind him so Roman is laying against his chest, nearly atop him, wrapping his arm around Roman’s middle, resting it over his heart, to feel the steady pulsing beat. He nestles his head in the crook of Roman’s shoulder, gently rocking his brother slightly, feeling him let out another long yawn.

 “Go to sleep, brobro. I’ll be ok. As long as you’re ok, I’ll be ok. And I’m not going anywhere, either. Never, never, never. I swear.” He whispers, feeling Roman smile, the action bringing more tears to his eye, because his smile lights up his entire world, it’s all he ever strives for, another smile, another laugh, another second warm and safe and happy with his baby brother in his arms.

 He freezes as the door to the room opens, unconsciously holding Roman tighter in his arms, uncomfortably reminded of his brother being ripped from him, of when the cell door would slide open and figures in masks would come for him, and he hisses, baring his teeth, staring daggers at the tall, too slim figure with crystalline skin.

 “Greetings-" before the being can get another word out, he has lunged to his feet, slammed him against the wall, growl a low rumble in his chest, because memories are washing over him, and he suddenly hates this being with all of his might.

 “You.” He hisses, hand against the being’s throat, pinning him to the wall. “You pulled him away from me.”

 “I did. I needed space to work in order to have a chance at saving him.” The being’s luminous silver eyes meet his evenly and emotionlessly, betraying not a hint of fear at the snarling human two seconds away from killing him.

 “You kept us apart.”

 “For healing purposes, yes, I-“

 “YOU HAD ME BELIEVE HE DIED!” He screams, and finally, something like guilt or remorse flickers through those eyes, though it does nothing to dampen his rage. “He is the last fucking thing I have in this hell hole of a world, and you had me convinced he was dead and it was as good as my fault.” He growls, low and dark, and he thinks he does have enough rage in him, to kill this person, to end him, because how could he do something like that, how could he say that?

 “That… was a miscalculation on my part. At first we weren’t sure he was going to make it, so it wasn’t much of a lie, and I didn’t want to bring you two into contact with one another without first knowing the nature of your relationship. I did not want to risk the possibility that you were the one responsible for his state.” He lets out a harsh half laugh half sob, pressing harder against the being’s throat, enough that he can see him struggling to get in a full breath of air.

 “I was holding him in my arms. I was sobbing, I was screaming, I was mourning, I was breaking, I didn’t think I could get anymore broken, but somehow you managed to prove me wrong. That? That was crueler than anything that ever happened to us back there, I can tell you that much, and from the bottom of my soul, I will never, never forgive you for it.” He swears, about to step back, but suddenly the door slams open and the world shifts around him.

#space au #alien sides #aliens #abduction #captivity #torture #past torture #past abuse #blood #serious injury #near death experience #panic attack #ptsd #heavy angst #so much angst #all the angst #remus angst #eventual happy ending #protective brother remus #suicidal thoughts #mental breakdown #human experimentation #unethical scientists #trauma #remus sanders #sympathetic remus #roman sanders #sympathetic roman #logan sanders #sympathetic logan

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Ronon Fanfiction 3

Ya’ll. In the midst of moving and trying to pack, I’ve been so busy and haven’t been good about posting. Actually I’ve been shit at posting. So here’s chapter 3 of the Ronon fic. Much love

Chapter 1:  https://phillipkopusimagines-and-stuff.tumblr.com/post/182952713169/ronon-dex-fanfiction

Chapter 2: https://phillipkopusimagines-and-stuff.tumblr.com/post/183119088810/ronon-dex-fanfiction

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“Tell me, where she is.” He gnashes through clenched teeth, his heart thundering and legs quaking.

“Ronon, just listen for her. If you found her that day, you’ll find her now.” She assures, voice still calm and cool. He closes his eyes, listening to everything around him and blocking it all out. A few moments pass in silence, no heartbeat, no sign of life. He takes another breath, his fingers tracing his own scar for encouragement. And in that moment, he hears it.

The faintest sound, a little tiny ‘ghud ghud’. A steady beating heart, one that didn’t belong to anyone but her. He sprints in the direction as it gets louder, his heart beginning to soar with happiness. The moment he sees the Daedulus, he swings open the door to find Caldwell sitting in a chair adjacent to her, and she sits, nervously twiddling her thumbs and tapping her toes on the metal floor.

Her eyes meet his and they spring together like opposite ends of magnets. Flinging her arms around his neck, she hooks her legs around his waist as he grips her tightly in a hug. Colonel Caldwell can’t help the small smile that graces his lips as they collide, the air whooshing from their lungs.

“I was so worried.” He whispers in Satedan, nuzzling his nose into the curve where her neck meets her shoulder, pressing his face into the soft skin.

“I know, I’m sorry. That damn Weir wanted me to come here. They said you’d be fine. I knew you would panic. I’m sorry.” She whispers, nuzzling her nose into his cheek. Her breathes ghosts over his ear, sending a chill spiralling through his whole body. Placing her on her feet, he hooks a soft, bronze toned arm around her neck and leads her back to his room.

“Don’t ever do that again.” He growls at Weir as they walk by, Weir’s jaw slack in shock that Ronon had actually found her, dispite being so far away and quiet.

“I’m sorry Ro,” Thalia whispers as they shut his door and sit on the floor on pillows.

“It’s okay. I know she’s wanted to see how it works. I was just really worried.”

“You were scared?” She asks, eyeing him with a playful twinkle in her green eyes.

“I wasn’t scared. Just worried.”

“I’m sorry, Ro. I shouldn’t have agreed. I promise I won’t do it again.” She assures, patting his knee. He reaches over her for his drawer, pulling out a small wooden box, with their five stones in it. They would play this game all the time. She takes her two rocks, and he takes three. Silence overcomes them as they close their eyes, shutting out all sounds except each other’s heartbeats. Pressing her first rock to her chest, the second she holds in her open palm. He does the same, only one stone of his is put on his head. Stones in places, he starts to lift the rock in his palm with his mind and starts to send it to her, and she does the same with her stone to his open palm. The two rocks flow in a steady circle, as if on a track, never touching their hands. He is the first to peek at her, seeing her so concentrated makes him smile, though he never loses focus.

The objective is to keep the stones floating until they can both stand up, raise their hands above their heads and grab their stone. The stones cannot touch the floor, the one on his head cannot fall from its spot. If he wins, she gets the stone placed on her head, if he loses he keeps the stone. He reaches for her hand to encourage her to open her eyes when Sheppard knocks at the door, breaking Ronon’s concentration. With a low groan, the stones hit the floor and Ronon answers the door.

“Hey Ronon, Weir is asking to see you two. Cool trick.” He points to the stones on the floor before disappearing away from the room.

“I guess. We better go see what she needs.” He gives a reluctant sigh. Even after so long, their connection is as strong as ever. This game they played was to keep their connection strong. They played as kids, and Ronon found this to be his favorite game; as they could play it in the woods away from everyone or they could play it in the middle of town to challenge themselves.

The two stand, Ronon’s hands tentatively hovering her as they start down the stairs. Her eyes connect with the leiutenent’s and sends involuntary chills racing down her body. Ronon’s eyes catch what hers are avoiding and makes a mental reminder to question about that. As he realizes that man is the same one from the Daedulus, his eyes narrow on the man. When their eyes meet the lieutenant looks to the floor and starts to walk away. Caldwell watches with a smirk as he sees the connection happen. Lieutenant Tanden breaks into a jog but Ronon throws a small knife, sticking him in the fatty part of his thigh and knocking him to the ground with a cry.

“What did you do?” He asks. His eyes fall on Thalia. “What did he do? Did he hurt you?” He demands, resting a hand on his shoulder.

“No, RoRo, I’m fine.” She looks to the floor, toeing at a little piece of grey paper on the floor. With a grunt, he pulls the knife from Tanden’s leg and with a his of pain, the man skitters away from the hulking dreaded man.

“did you learn your lesson, Tanden?” Caldwell calls out with a chuckle as Tanden limps towards Beckett’s medical lab.

“Ronon, Thalia, we’d like to meet and discuss adding you to the team.” Weir calls, ignoring the little incident that just happened. Caldwell had told Weir, and they’d decided to let Ronon deal with it.

“Thalia, with your permission, we’d like to add you to the team.” Weir says as they all sit around a circular table Ronon to her left and John Sheppard to her right. Teyla and Ronon were giggling about something and she couldn’t help but laugh with him, a little smile on his face and laughter in his eyes. “Anyone that disagrees, state any reasoning you may have.”

“I say no. Our team is already big enough. We already have Teyla and Rodney, one more would be too many to take care of.” Ronon states, avoiding her icy stare.

“I call that invalid. You just don’t want me to go. Find a real reason or shut up.” She barks in Satedan to him. Everyone watches his reaction, eyes wide.

“I don’t see why you even need to go! Any reason to follow me! Any reason to put yourself in danger, even when you could just be here and safe.” He calls back in their native language, everyone watching the intense exchange of words they couldn’t understand.

“Well FINE! Dial Sateda! Send me home!” She shrieks back, still speaking in tongues. He opens his mouth but shuts it, unsure of what to say.

“Why would you wanna go back?” He asks, dropping the Satedan.

“Because if I can’t spend time with you I’d rather go back. I’m your Kalýteros Firos. I’m not Merena.” She gives back, her voice soft, speaking English once more.

“I know. But I-” He stops.

“RoRo, I love you. I’m your friend. I believe in you, I’m just asking you to do the same for me.” She pleads, but she’s a dark storm brewing in his eyes.

“You’re right. You’re not Merena.” He hisses, eyes narrowing on her in disbelief. She shouldn’t have brought up his lost love.

“I’m so sorry, Ro. I just don’t understand why you won’t let me go!” She shrieks, tears filling her eyes. A switch flips for a moment.

“Because you don’t need to. I can’t let you go. If Sateda is the only way, fine. Go back to that wasteland, I don’t care.” He growls. Once the words are out of his mouth he realizes what he’s said. Teyla touches his arm.

“Ronon, you shouldn’t say things like that to her, she’s your best friend. As far as you know she’s the only Satedan alive. Your best friend.” Teyla’s sweet gentle voice reasons, and it flips the switch back off.

“I won’t sit here and let you go on explorations with us. I won’t discuss it.” He growls, standing and stomping out of the room.

“I’d like to go back to Sateda. I was doing fine there before he came and ruined it.” She barks, walking to the Stargate and awaiting them to open the wormhole.

“I know Ronon seems angry now, but it’s because he cares. He wouldn’t want you going to Sateda alone, especially with the Wraith so attuned to that planet.” Teyla croons as she stands in front of the stargate , ready to leave.

“Teyla, take care of Ronon. Okay? Keep him safe, don’t let him do dumb stuff.” She requests, patting Teyla’s arm before the Satedan stargate opens and she steps through. Once the stargate is closed down, they get word there are Wraith hive ships headed to Sateda.

Ronon spends the rest of the night in his room, angry at her for being so strong. She didn’t understand what he’d do to keep her safe. A knock comes late that night, and he gets worried about her. Teyla’s sweet face appears at his door, expression broken.

“What?” He asks. He closes his eyes and listens carefully. He can hear the Daedulus’ engines, two jumpers. He blocks out all the extra noise to find empty. Silent. He starts to wonder what she’d done. Maybe I can’t hear her over the engines. He thinks as he starts towards the Daedulus, ignoring Teyla’s soft footsteps following.

“Ronon?” She asks as he steps into the huge fighter ship and once again closes his eyes to listen for her. Panic starts to set in when he hears the unrully silence on the other end. “Ronon!” She shouts, grabbing his arm and making him look at her.

“No.” He mutters quietly at first, but Teyla nods, a sullen look on her face. “No!” He shouts, racing through the entire Atlantis base in search of her. He stops in a hall on the east wing. Eyes closed, ears begging to hear her. Anything. Hear anything.

“Ronon.” John Sheppard shouts from the stairs above him, never breaking his concetration.

“You let her go, didn’t you?” He asks monotonously, lifting his worried eyes to John. John tries to find a good way to say something. “You let her go!” He shouts, feeling the anger and fear well inside him like an angry monster.

“You told her to go back!” He retorts, but Ronon’s too angry. He told her to go back, he said it.

“I know! Dial Sateda! I have to go.” He worries his lips into his mouth to nibble the skin from anxiously.

“We can’t.” Sheppard gives a look of sadness.

“You can! Dial it now!” He shouts, putting on his weapons belt and standing in front of the gate.

“We can’t. There’s a couple hive ships using a time layover right near there. It’s too risky. She’ll be fine. It doesn’t look like they’re landing on Sateda.” Sheppard informs, giving Ronon’s heart more pain.

“Wraith hive ships. Wraith. Hive. Ships.” He states out loud, his heart beating off rhythm and poorly.

“Yeah, I’m sorry. We can’t dial a gate anywhere near that.”

“You just did! You let her go into that wormhole!” He thunders, reaching the main room.

“I’m sorry Ronon! You can’t go!” Weir shouts, speed walknig to get to him before he broke something on the dial.

“She’s gonna die!” He gives a desperate cry, Teyla rushing to his side for support.

“She’ll survive. She’s survived this long, she’ll continue.” Teyla assures, patting his shoulder. Tears fall down his face and his sea legs carry him to his room, where he falls onto his bed, feeling the anguish rush over him like a crushing wave.

“She’s gonna survive. She has too.” He lets the tears fall down his face for only a moment before listening to the voices muffled outside the door.

“We can tell him, but we can’t take it anywhere. Not yet. If we dial the gate with enough power, we could send a weapons belt and possibly a jumper through. Ronon’s gonna wanna go.”

“He can drive the jumper I guess.” Ronon stands and hooks on his belt and steps out into the hall, ready to go.

“I’m ready.” He barks as he heads to the jumper port with a key ready to leave.

“Ronon, you understand you may not come back?”Weir asks as they make their way to the port.

“And?” He asks, waiting for a real reason.

“Well I just think we should talk about--”

“About nothing. You let her go through that gate. You let her leave, so unless you plan on going in there, let me go. Now.” He growls as he climbs into the jumper. John does a quick check to make sure everything is in order before giving the go ahead, sending Ronon to what could possibly be his doom.

“I’m going with him. I can’t send a soldier in alone.” Sheppard jumps into another jumper and takes off after him.

 Ronon lands the jumper and drives it behind a couple huge trees to block it in the case of the Wraith stopping on this planet. Disengaging the engine, he closes his eyes and hears her heart beating very close by. Trekking over to the lake where they used to play the rock game, he finds her sitting under a tree looking across the lake.

“Hey.” He calls, stamping down the underbrush beneath his feet. Yanking her knife from her side holster, she throws it and sticks it in a tree behind him.

“What are you doing here?” She asks, eyes never meeting his own.

“Just wanted to see you. I was worried.” He shrugs, sitting beside her in the thick, green grass.

“You told me to go. You know I have to listen to you.” She mutters, looking up at him for only a second.

“I know, I shouldn’t have said that. I just never though you’d choose Sateda over being in Atlantis with me. I’m sorry.” He pulls her into a hug and leans his heavy head onto hers.

“I know, Ro. But I can be useful! I can be an asset in most of the explorations if you give me the chance. I wanna help, Ro.” She exclaims as she leans against him.

“Guys! I hate to break up this happy reunion! But Wraith are incoming and we need to jump the hell out of here!” Ronon first jumps before realizing its Sheppard calling to them. He grabs her hand and pulls her to his jumper.

“Tell me I can go on the trips.” She orders, digging in her heels to stop herself from being pulled.

“What?” He asks, grabbing both her arms and attempting to lift her.

“I said, tell me I can go on the trips.” She snarls, putting all her weight against him to keep her position.

“Can’t we talk about this when the Wraith aren’t trying to kill us?” He shouts over the whirring of the incoming ships and the loud air tunnel the landing blades made as it got closer.

“No! Tell me I can go!” She shouts, leaning away from him. Sheppard grabs her shoulders and shakes her.

“I’ll tell you you’re a god if you get in that jumper! You can go on the trips! Now get in that damn jumper before we become the next meal!” Sheppard shouts, pointing angrily to Ronon’s jumper.

#RononDex #ronon dex imagine #ronondexfanfiction #ronondeximagine #ronon #dex #stargate atlantis #stargateatlantis #jason momoa #jasonmomoa #jason #momoa #sorry dudes #its super late #chapter3 #muchlove #ronon is too sweet

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✩ { @iimagenius } ✩ - Continued from ★

{ ☆ } At having his mistake pointed out, Felton’s feathers immediately ruffle. Face heating up slightly, fists clench tightly atop the desk as he averts his gaze with a barely-audible huff. Not wanting to meet Archie’s eyes— for fear of his embarrassment being noticed—pout glare is firmly off to the side, focusing on a far-off wall. Frankly, the confusion isn’t unwarranted. It’s not as if Felton is very vocal about his feelings toward others... Unless the comments are negative. Which the majority of the ones regarding ‘Fluffy’ normally are. Or used to be.

Lately, the feisty duck has been rather silent about his doppelganger. Despite the amount of time around him increasing. After an incident that left Felton wondering if he wasn’t giving the fluffy duck enough credit. Fenton is surprisingly intimidating when just the right buttons are pushed. And frighteningly adept at reading others, bringing to light what they're desperately trying to hide… or deny. Something Felton had the displeasure of experiencing firsthand. Unfortunately, when he was beginning to begrudgingly enjoy tolerate Fenton’s presence, the other pushed one of his buttons. Unintentionally, but still enough for past urges to resurface.

Fist clenches tighter along with his jaw, internal fire rising at the thought of what Fenton had dared to suggest. That IDIOT. Thinking he actually cares about- Thoughts are interrupted by Archie’s response, Felton noticeably perking with interest at the nickname Roro. Apparently, it is acceptable for him to refer to Gyro with it. Which makes sense. They’ve grown surprisingly close, considering their initial introduction. Marcus Mark also is permitted to. He hasn’t heard Fenton do so, but that’s likely the overly-cautious duck merely assuming he can’t. Marik… Odds are high that he can. God knows that Felton has yet to gain that privilege. Damn hard-to-win-over chicken, finding something worth loving in every-fucking-body except HIM.

Body tenses at the word pilot, face growing flushed— a scarlet blush overtaking it —and feathers fluffing shamefully as (incredibly) vivid memories assault his mind. ‘It doesn’t seem like your affection for him is purely physical.’ Heart stalls, a shiver running up his spine even as that blasted burning in his cheeks intensifies. Internally telling Fenton to shut the Hell up— much like he’d externally done not long ago —he awkwardly clears his throat, “Well, stabbing someone is a bit more extreme than merely giving them a black eye.” Tone is pointedly snarky, with an eye roll thrown in to try and divert attention from his flustered state.

Brows furrowed irritably— Felton shoving down the annoyance of hearing the name Marcus, yet another gesture of endearment acceptance importance that he’s barred from —he finally looks at Archie once more, meeting the chicken’s frown with a challenging one, “Well, that’s fucking obvious. Practically everyone adores that soft-hearted son of a...” Biting back the insult, lest M’Ma Cabrera bust through the wall and beat him within an inch of his life, a soft growl slips out as he bitterly mutters, “Ese gilipollas sonriente, amaba pedazo de mierda.” Not that he’s jealous. Why should he feel jealous or threatened by that- that...

He hadn’t thought Fenton and Archimedes were even that close. But it looks like his double is slowly-but-surely weaseling his way into the chicken’s heart too... How much longer until it becomes cramped? Until he loses his spot as Archie’s favorite Duckie and is tossed away for someone bet- “What I asked was, how upset would everyone be if I took initiative to ensure that he stops sticking his beak into matters that don’t concern him.” Like his newfound relationship arrangement with a Nega-jerk of a pilot... Speaking of which, Felton still has yet to divulge his newest ‘side-snack’ to his boyfriends partners lovers... to the others. { ☆ } 

#(felton: *is begrudgingly starting to like fenton*) #(also felton: i need to hit him... hard... how mad would everyone be if i just- punched the smol duck's lights out?) #(skjnfjksnfmlskfm... he just started seeing a certain negasnack of a pilot... and fenton called him out on having feelings...) #(obviously the fluffy duck must pay xd ) #(me: *spinkles in some stuff about felton's insecurity and feelings of being the 'outsider' in their love circle - because angsty duckie-) #(-and i can :'dddddddd ) #ducktales-wco-oo #⭒ ˙ ˖ ✧ — ˗ˏˋ ❝ ᴄʜᴀᴏꜱ ᴀɴᴅ ʙʟᴏᴏᴅꜱʜᴇᴅ ᴀʟʀᴇᴀᴅʏ ʜᴀᴜɴᴛ ᴜꜱ ❞ ¦ 「 Felton IC 」 #Main Verse || {Felton} #⭒ ˙ ˖ ✧ — ˗ˏˋ ❝ ᴛᴀʟᴇꜱ ᴏꜰ ᴅᴀʀɪɴɢ ᴅᴏ ʙᴀᴅ ᴀɴᴅ ɢᴏᴏᴅ ʟᴜᴄᴋ ᴛᴀʟᴇꜱ! ❞ ¦ 「 RP 」 #⭒ ˙ ˖ ✧ — ˗ˏˋ ❝ ꜱᴡᴏᴏᴘꜱ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱʜᴀᴅᴏᴡꜱ ❞ ¦ 「 Queue 」 #(why can't my boys just behave tonight? xd )

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You're Overreacting

Pristin Roa x Reader

Fluff slight Angst

Requested: I really love your blog and I'm really sorry about all the Pristin requests I make, but I can't take it. Roa's scenario with her being an over protective older girlfriend.

It's been ages since you've been on a date with Minkyeong. An actual date. Not one where you two would grab a cup of coffee, and walk each other to the train station, but one where you two had a day where you both were free. The fact that she's always busy, and with your work schedule, they seem to never line up. But today, you finally had that. A break. Something that you and her haven't had in a while. To say that you still get butterflies when you're with her would be an understatement. You feel the whole damn zoo.

You had met up with her at the park where the two of you usually go to. You had walked around the area for a while, talking about how your weeks have been. You sympathized with her when she told you about how hard her practices have been, and how things have been stressful on her end.

“I get it.” You tell her. “I don’t know what it’s like to be an idol, but I’m sure it’s tiring. Hang in there Roro.” The sound of her nickname rolling off your lips, tugs at Minkyeongs heartstrings. For a moment, she glances at you before placing a kiss to your temple. As she does so, you avert your gaze to the ground, cheeks heating up in red. She grins at you before taking your hand in hers, and resting her head atop of yours as you two walk.

“This is nice.” She tells you, her fingers slowly intertwining with yours. Minkyeong walks slower by your side, so your feet are in sync with every step you each make. It’s a small gesture that goes unnoticed, but you find it cute how she takes smaller steps with yours.

You’re about to say something, but as soon as you open your mouth, you feel a raindrop hit the side of your cheek. Minkyeong notices, and stops walking to wipe it away. Another hits you, but this time it's on your shoulder. For a moment, you two glance at each other. Minkyeong holds out her hand, palm up. Another raindrop falls, and soon more start to hit the pavement that the two of you were walking on. In a second it had started pouring. Minkyeong is quick to grab your hand, pulling you closer to her chest. In the process, she took off her jacket and held it above your heads. On instinct, the both of you run for shelter, and you both agree to go to your place since it’s closer.

By the time the two of you get to your apartment, you're both practically drenched from head toe. Minkyeong’s jacket did little to cover the both of you, even though she was mostly trying to cover you. When you get inside, you shake off any excess water by your door before stepping in. Minkyeong shakes off her jacket frantically before hanging it up by the rack beside you. Once she steps in, you close the door behind her. As soon as you turn around, Minkyeong tackles you with one of the kitchen towels she found to dry your hair. You're puzzled how she got it that fast, and are quick to stop her movements by grabbing hold of her wrists.

"What are you doing?" You chuckle.

"You could get sick if you don't dry your hair right away." She moves forward to continue drying your hair, but you stop her movements.

"I have towels in my bathroom. You could have gotten one from there." You tell her.

"The kitchen was closer." You hear her mumble. Before you could say anything else, she silences you by placing the towel above your head. You don’t say anything as you bow your head for her to dry you off. As you look down, you notice the small puddle by her feet, and realize how soaked she is.

“Minkyeong, you’re way more soaked than I am.” You tell her. Minkyeong seems to not hear you as she ruffles your hair a bit. “Minkyeong!”

“What?”

“Did you hear me? I said you’re soaking wet.” You take the kitchen towel off your head, and look up at your girlfriend who simply stares back at you innocently.

“So?” You cock an eyebrow at her.

“So? You should be worrying about yourself more than me.” Minkyeong only rolls her eyes at your words, before placing the towel back over your head. By now, you’re sure your hair is dried, and you grab her wrists again and look up at her. “Go take a shower and dry up.”

“But-”

“Go, Minkyeong.” You wave her off with a hand, and Minkyeong hesitates before obeying.

“Fine, but you have to take one as well.”

“I will after you. Now go.” You tell her again. For a moment, Minkyeong hesitates before walking over to your bathroom. You don’t look her way as you go to grab a mop from the closet to wipe up the drops of water Minkyeong left behind. You follow the trail from your front door, to your kitchen, and sigh. You were already practically dry from head to toe from Minkyeong’s persistence earlier. She had really cleaned you up fast, and you take a mental note of how fast she can be to do things. Whether it be a new song, or a dance she learned within 5 minutes, or the fact that she almost completely dried your dripping wet hair in a matter of seconds, she did things quick.

Once you finish moping up your floor, you go to the kitchen and lean against the counter with your back pressed into the marble tops. Your date with her had barely begun, and the two of you haven't even eaten yet. You glance at the bathroom door, hearing the shower run in the distance, before turning around to your cabinets stocked with food. Maybe she would be happy if you cooked something for her. So you decided to prepare some ramen that you know she loves. But her favorite brand is on the top shelf, and you sigh at the obstacle of climbing up to get it. You could use the stool you had in your closet, but you knew another way around this. It's something you've done before, and you kneel on top of the counter, and reach for the stack of ramen high off the shelf. Just then, Minkyeong comes out from the shower with her hair still partly wet, and gasps once she sees you.

"What are you doing?!" Before you could look back at her, you feel her hands wrap around your hips, and in an instant she lifts you off the counter.

"Chill, I was just getting some ramen." You state, adjusting the shorts you had on. Minkyeong glances at you then up at the ramen.

"You could have just asked me to get it down you know." She goes to grab for the package, and without having to do much, she gets it down in no problem. You can't help but wonder why she's being so excessively protective over you. The hair and now this? You huff in annoyance as you take the package from her.

"I could have gotten it myself." You mumble, tearing open the two packages of ramen. "I've done it countless of times." You say.

"You could have fallen." Is all she replies with. You look at her from the corner of your eye, and see how concerned she looked. The annoyance in your chest seizes, and you chase it away, all because the way she looked at you. You diminish the bubbling ire in the back of your throat, as you add water to a pot.

You cook the ramen in silence, the water boiling as background noise, and Minkyeong standing by you while she scrolls through her phone. You realized how much you missed days like this. When it was just the two of you, and before you didn't have to worry about the world, or busy work schedules. But now that she's debuted in a girl group, you've barely had the time to see her. And it was rare to ever face time her too because she was always busy. Little moments like this when you're with her make you happy. Make you feel safe.

Bringing you out of your thoughts, a splash of the boiling water hits the side of your hand, and you hiss. Minkyeong drops her phone on the counter, and quickly grabs your hand and examines it. She takes the pot off the stove and turns it off. While doing so, she brings you over to the sink to run away the hot stain. You think she's not going to scold you, but she does in the end.

"Don't space out while your cooking." She says sternly. You look up at her with pouted lips.

"Jesus Minkyeong, what's with you?" She was never one to be so strict with you, and it made you uneasy. Sure your mind was somewhere else, but you were paying attention to the ramen. After rubbing over the spot on your hand a couple times, she dries it off with a clean towel. You let her finish before speaking.

“I don’t want you getting hurt. Just let me take over-”

“Why are you acting so...” The rage you had from earlier was taking its toil inside you, and you shut your eyes from going overboard. This is your first date that you had with her in almost months, and you the last thing you wanted to do was fight. Minkyeong watches your expression before arching her eyebrow.

“So what?” There’s a hint of torment in her voice, and she dares you, challenging you to say it. Something snaps in you, and you open your eyes.

“Like an overprotective girlfriend?” It’s not like it’s a bad thing to be a bit overprotective, and you’ve talked to her about this before when she starts acting a bit too vigilant. She was never one to overdo it, yet there was something that flickered inside Minkyeong as she raises her brows at you in bewilderment.

“I’m just trying to look out for you.”

“I know how to handle myself Minkyeong. You’ve seen me climb my counter-tops countless of times. What makes this time any different?” You raise your voice just slightly to get your point across. She takes a step towards you, and you take one back.

“You were wet.” She emphasis. “You could have slipped and fallen.” That was true, but you were almost completely dry by then. You pinch the bridge of your nose in frustration.

“Minkyeong, I was fine.” You tell her.

“I’m older than you, and it’s my job to be a bit overprotective.” Your body tenses at her words, and you snap your head up at her with narrowed eyes. You couldn’t believe the words you just heard her say.

“What?” Minkyeong shifts on the balls of her feet at the tone in your voice. “You did not just say that.” Your words are quiet as you state them in disbelief. You take a few steps back, and Minkyeong realizes what she had said. Her face softens, and she starts to walk towards you, but you hold up your hands for her to stop. You shake your head at her, too upset by the fact that she had said that, and too worked up to speak. Without wanting to continue this conversation, you quickly turn around and walk to your room. You hear her feet follow you, but you shut the door in her face. As you look down, you see the shadow of her presence lingering there for a moment, and there’s a heavy feeling in the air between you two. You want to tell her to leave you alone for a while, but you don’t. Because even if you’re upset, you don’t want her to go. So instead, you slide to the floor, back pressed against the door as you lean your head against it. You’re sure Minkyeong had walked away, but you stay there unmoving anyway.

You sit on your bed with your head in your hands, when you hear a knock on the other side of your door. Before you could say anything, Minkyeong comes in anyway. It’s been half an hour since you spoke to her, and you felt silly that you got upset over the fact that she was being a bit overprotective. But you were more upset by the fact that she played the ‘age difference’ card on you. Just because she was older didn’t mean she had to baby you every time you did something.

The side of your bed dips as Minkyeong sits next to you. You two don’t exchange a glance at each other or say anything. Instead, you stare at her hands in her lap as she fiddles with her fingers.

“I’m sorry.” She finally says. “I was out of line to say that.” You peer your eyes up, and stare at her blankly. You couldn’t really stay mad at her even if you wanted to. At least she’s acknowledging the fact that what she said was out of line, even for her. “I guess I’ve been stressed out lately with my group, and I was acting a bit too over the top.” Her eyes meet yours, and you could see the redness under her bags.

“What you said hurt.” You finally say. Minkyeong turns to you fully, as clears her throat.

“I know.” She’s bracing for whatever you’re going to say to her, because she believes she deserves it.

"But what hurt more is the fact that you think being older than me has something to do with protecting me.” Your words are clear as you speak, and it has Minkyeong waiting with anticipation. “Just because you're older, doesn't mean you have to baby me. I'm your girlfriend Minkyeong, not a child." You tell her. A wave of guilt washes over her, and you can see it in her eyes.

"I know. I'm sorry for overreacting." She tells you. The tone in her voice is pitiful, and it had you feeling sympathetic towards her. You wrap your arms around her neck and pull her into your chest. For a moment, Minkyeong freezes before placing her arms around your waist. She breathes you in, long and hard, and you let out a shaky breath. She can feel your heart with every beat it makes, and she sinks into you, letting you consume her. She missed this, just as much as you did, and you could tell. You two stay like that for a moment longer in each others embrace before you pull away at arms length. Deciding not to let this drag on any further, you change the subject.

"Let's go eat some ramen together, okay?" You look down into her eyes, and it feels like you're looking at a puppy. The corners of her mouth tug upward as she smiles at you.

"Okay." With that answer, you grab her hand as you get up, and lead her to the kitchen where you had made ramen earlier.

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