#sadly i have to log off soon :(

[weixuldo]

Tinder and Tequila

Linecook/Roommate! Anakin x F!Reader

a/n: ngl this really has nothing to do with linecook ani- it’s more just tinder shenanigans lol- there’s more abt the context of the universe in the notes at the end- also to the anon who asked abt not putting padme in fics…. don’t read this one lol (i have nothing against padme, she’s one of my fav characters) this one’s v long

NSFW mdni!

After a night out with some friends, you decide to swipe on tinder…what happens when you see your very attractive roommate pop up on the screen?

Warnings: gn!reader, cursing, banter, past relationships mentioned, female anatomy, hand job, oral sex (f!receiving), blow job

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You turned the knob on your shared apartment open and thrusted the wooden door open. Good thing Anakin was staying at a friend’s because you were completely wasted from a night out with your friends. One too many shots of a particularly strong tequila. 

You giggled at yourself as you stumbled your way through the living room. You flopped onto the couch before pulling out your beloved phone so you could mindlessly scroll. 

Before long your inebriated brain started to wander.

It was definitely good that Anakin was gone, because if he were here… You may not have been able to contain yourself. 

You licked your plump lips as you eyed his door… What if he were home though?

You hoisted yourself up and creeped towards his shut door. He had a woven piece of decor on his door; he told you his mom had made it for him before she passed unexpectedly in his last year of school. 

Nosily, you knocked before prying the white door open. 

Nothing.

You exhaled a shaky breath, it would have been so embarrassing if he caught you sneaking. Though, you couldn’t help but feel disappointed that he wasn’t here to keep you company.

You headed back to your spot on the couch and pulled out your phone again. Time to play your favorite game- Tinder. 

You knew it was a toxic mentality to have a stream of people constantly at your fingertips; judging them off only a glimpse of who they were. But it was so amusing to quietly scroll through people who potentially wanted to take you out. 

The first few people were average; bad angles, boring bios, and conflicting views. 

Whatever. 

Soon you were getting bored with the whole thing and were about to log off when your heart stopped. 

Anakin, 24

9 miles away

Hobbies: cars, cooking, movies, nature, travel

His initial photo was an amazing pic of him at a rooftop bar in NYC from the trip you guys took with some friends. His black shirt was unbuttoned enough to see his strong chest and the sleeves were rolled to his elbows to show off his muscular arms. 

He knew he was fine. 

Your eye twitched- his hair fell perfectly in front of his angular face and his smile was simply radiant. 

God really had his favorites, huh?

You swiped through his pictures with laser focus; gym pic, him on the couch, him shirtless…. him with his damn backwards cap on, and finally one that you took of him sitting in your shop.

You were really conflicted, you wanted to swipe right, obviously- but what if he didn’t reciprocate? What if he thought it was weird?

And he's on tinder! He probably just wants a hook up.

You sighed and prepared to swipe left when another thought popped into your hazy mind. 

Maybe he “played'' tinder like you did? He’d never brought anyone back to the apartment… and his bio does suggest he would cook for you (something he would rather do in his own kitchen). 

Ya know what? If he asked- you could just say you thought it would be funny! Yea, sounded like a great idea to your stupid drunk brain. 

With a deep breath you swiped right. 

A subconscious part of your mind was praying for the screen to pause and “match” to light up your phone- but sadly that didn't happen… oh well, maybe he just hadn’t seen it yet? 

You sighed and headed off to shower and go to bed. 

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Anakin sat on his friend Ahsoka's couch with a chilled beer in hand. It had been awhile since his whole friend group had had time for a night and he was excited to catch up with them all. 

The living room was lit up with a neon LED strip that Ahoska had gotten back in her party days. The den had one large sofa, a few bean bags, some fluffy chairs, and her flatscreen that was currently showcasing the ROKU city with her music playing in the background. 

On the couch sat Anakin, his closest friend Obi-Wan (or “Ben” for short), and his girlfriend Satine. Ahsoka sat on the beanbags with Cody as they shared his new bong. And on the chairs sat Rex and their other friend Padme. 

“So when are you gonna get cuffed Skyguy?” Ahsoka asked with a smile after taking a rip from the blue tinted device. 

Anakin took a swig from the bud light he had in his hand and sighed, “Ya’ know? I’m not quite sure myself, Snipps” he lamented. 

Obviously he knew he wanted to- and he knew with who. But how to get there was a puzzle he hadn't quite solved yet. 

Padme’s eyes darted towards Anakin as he spoke. Throughout highschool Padme and Anakin had been flirty but nothing much happened between the two- nothing serious at least.

A few make-outs here and there at house parties, that one time after senior prom, and a couple late night hook ups when she was back in town from school, but nothing really since she graduated.

Anakin knew she wasn’t for him but she didn’t seem to get the hint. 

There was absolutely nothing wrong with Padme, she was a lively woman but Anakin just wanted something else- Maybe it was because she always made him feel inadequate, dumb even.

He knew it wasn’t her fault, but she had gone to law school and he always felt lesser when she would talk to him. Everything about her spoke class and refinery and he was… well, he was him. 

He spent his younger years wondering what a relationship with her would be like but as he got older he realized he only fantasized about her status- not really her. And that was fucked up. 

Another factor that got her off of his mind was when you started coming into his restaurant- The first time you ordered your wild combo he just had to sneak out of the kitchen to see what kind of person ordered cinnamon instead of butter on their mashed potatoes. He never in a million years guessed such a beautiful person would be sitting at booth 5. 

And when he found out you were his new roommate- he completely stopped flirting with Padme, how could he when you were right there?

He remembered when you first started living with him, Padme had called drunkenly to come over; of course Anakin usually would have said yes but tonight you had invited him to watch your favorite movie with him and he couldn’t pass up an opportunity with you. 

“Well everyone seems to have someone, we need to get you cuffed!” Ahsoka laughed. 

“Yea, get my bro a partner” Cody joined in. 

“Doesn’t seem like Anakin’s really into anyone- maybe he wants it that way” Padme chimed in, playing with a strand of her brown hair. 

“I never said that,” Anakin responded quickly. 

“Well- do tell then Ani” Padme’s voice lilted with passive aggression. 

He absolutely hated when she used that tone. 

“Well honestly it’s none of your business M’lady” Anakin shot back using a nickname she hated. 

“You’re such a child Anakin” she rolled her eyes before taking a swig of her martini. 

“Nothing you haven’t said before,” he remarked under his breath. 

She was about to fire back when Ben spoke up, “Guys, let's take a step back- Anakin, how’s the new roommate? Well, I guess she isn’t that new anymore-how long has it been?”.

Padme leaned back and crossed her arms as Anakin began to answer. 

“Oh, um it’s been a little over three months?” he said, even though he knew exactly how long it had been- three months and eighteen days. 

“And how is it? Will we meet her sometime?” Satine chimed in with a smile.

Anakin felt his mood lighten once he got the chance to talk about you, “Oh, it’s been really nice- She works in the cafe near my restaurant so we always have good food around” he smiled, playing with the rim of his bottle. 

“Well now you really have to have us over,” Rex laughed. 

“Soon guys, just gotta clean up a bit”.

“But you guys get along?” Ahsoka asked, “because you're not the easiest guy to deal with in a small space” she laughed. 

“We get along just fine- She happens to enjoy my company” he boasted. 

“Sure” Padme scoffed.

Anakin tried to ignore her but she spoke up again.

“Well if she can deal with you, why don’t you try to date her?” Padme said, trying to provoke him. 

“Maybe I will” he snapped back, making Padme’s face go white. 

“Good luck- once she finds out what an immature asshole you are, she’l leave just like everyone else does” she huffed before excusing herself to the bathroom. 

She definitely had one too many drinks- she was getting emotional. 

Anakin was annoyed at Padme’s outburst, but he also felt bad- he knew she fell for him back in the day and she never really let go of it. But life changed and so did he- he hadn’t flirted with her in over a year so it wasn’t his fault if she was still hung up, he hadn’t led her on in the slightest. 

“I’m gonna go check on her- I’ll be right back” Satine said, excusing herself to tend to her very drunk friend. 

Anakin sighed.

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It was around two in the morning and everyone except Ahsoka, Ben, and Anakin had gone home. Ben offered to go home with Satine but she insisted she took Padme back to her apartment alone. 

Ahsoka had fallen asleep on her bean bags, Ben retired to the guest room and Anakin was lying on the couch; he was drowsy but not quite ready for bed.

With a belly full of warm alcohol he decided scrolling on Tinder might be fun. 

He tapped on the flame icon that was buried in the deepest depths of his phone and waited for the app to open. Anakin wasn’t a big fan of dating apps or social media in general, but every once in a while he logged on. Some people crave cigarettes when they drink- he liked to swipe on tinder. 

Most of the girls on there were people he’d never actually go out with or were bots. He yawned after he had swiped for a few minutes and got ready to log off for the night when he saw a familiar face…. You. 

There you were, in all your glory; a radiant smile plastered on your face as you ran a hand through your hair. 

Fuck. 

He physically sat up and brought the device closer to his face; he scanned every detail of your profile as if he had a test on it in the morning. 

He slowly tapped through your photos, lingering on each one longer than the last. Maker, how were you real?!

His heart raced as he analyzed a photo you took in your shared living room. What he wouldn’t give to be able to get pics like these directly from you. 

He saw your profile said “short-term fun, open to long-term”. Damn. 

But then the thought… you never brought anyone home and you rarely went out… so, you wouldn’t have time to see other people.

Maybe this was his chance. 

With a shaky finger he swiped right and held his phone close to his chest to conceal the screen (like a stupid lovesick teenager). 

He shut his eyes and slowly peeked them open to see the bright pink lettering flash across the screen “Match”.

No fucking way. 

No. FUCKING. Way.

He stared at the chat box and thought about what to say for what seemed like hours; he didn’t want to come on too strong but also didn’t want to be forgettable (he could never be forgettable). 

He decided to go with a sarcastic but teasing line. 

“Hey sweetheart, don’t see me enough at home? I know I’m irresistible, but if you wanted me that bad, you could've just asked”. 

And send. 

Anakin snapped off his phone quicker than he ever had and slumped back onto the couch- now he definitely wouldn’t be able to sleep. 

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You woke up with a big yawn accompanied by a long stretch. Last night was fun, but you did have things to do today. After a few minutes of lying around you finally hauled your ass up to start preppring for your closing shift. 

It probably wasn’t the best idea for you to have drank so much, since you had a terrible headache now… but at least you had fun last night.

After showering, getting dressed, and eating a light breakfast, it was already quarter after one and you were suposed to be at work by two. You threw on your jacket and rushed out the door. 

As you hurried to work you mentally checked off everything.

Brushed teeth? Check. 

Showered? Check.

Cleaned dishes in the sink? Check.

Turned off the toaster oven? Check.

Grabbed employee card for the bakery? Check. 

Seemed like everything was in line! 

But there was something you hadn’t checked, something sitting snugly in your back pocket, something in a little app with a red flame. 

A new message from Anakin. 

To be fair, you never took tinder seriously and never had notifications on so you wouldn’t have seen it. But also you were pretty drunk last night so there was a big possibility that you didn’t even remember seeing him. 

Either way, you would receive a pleasant surprise when you finally did open your app. 

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Anakin’s heart raced as he reached your shared apartment- you never responded to his message. 

Was this going to be awkward now? Were you going to have an uncomfortable boundary talk with him? How would you react to seeing him? Had you even seen the message? What if you were making fun of him with your friends?!

He legitimately could not turn his brain off.

But regardless of his restless mind, he opened the door. 

Nothing.

Anakin leaned against the doorframe and sighed when he realized that you had work today. Good. He got to avoid you for a few more hours as he sat around overthinking everything-wonderful. 

Being the hyperfixating overthinker he was, Anakin couldn’t help but check your status on tinder every so often

His stomach dropped when he saw you were active five minutes ago…

You hadn’t responded to his message, not even a “like”.

Fuck. 

Anakin had never felt so embarrassed in his whole life; should he just delete the message?

On the other side of town you were closing the shop when you pulled out your phone to check the time just to see your phone was already unlocked and on the tinder home screen.

No way your ass was scrolling through matches. 

You closed the app with a laugh; it didn’t really matter who you matched with you never really did anything serious on tinder. 

You finished your tasks and finally headed to your car. Once you got in you pulled out your phone again to see what matches your butt chose. 

Once you opened the app you could tell it had been open in your pocket for a while with the amount of people you wouldn’t have chosen yourself.

You scrolled and deleted profiles you weren’t interested in when you came across…Anakin?

Holy shit, you did see him last night. 

Anakin: [New Message]

A tiny rectangle holding only his circular profile picture and his name indicated he had swiped right on you too… and sent a message. 

You audibly gasped as you scanned the notif- was this real?? 

“Hey sweetheart, don’t see me enough at home? I know I’m irresistible, but if you wanted me that bad, you could've just asked”.

Home?

Electricity coarse through your veins; you secretly loved when he would refer to your shared apartment as home, it implied the two of you shared the space in a more intimate way than it really was.

His text was purely Anakin, every word just carried his personality. You were still stunned you were even in this position; never would you have thought he was actually interested in you.

The message was sent early this morning- you had left him on delivered for hours… 

Before you could think of the implications you jumped to respond; you wanted him to know you were very interested. 

“Road goes both ways Skywalker, obviously u like what u see too haha- yk I’m just one wall away ;)”

And send. 

After you sent it your stomach dropped again once you realized… you just sent your crush (and roommate?!) basically an open invite to come into your room whenever. 

You sat in the parking lot behind your bakery for a good 15 more minutes before finally heading home. 

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Anakin usually didn’t have tinder notifs on, but he put them on today just in case you replied. So when his phone dinged while he was in the middle of making spaghetti for dinner he dropped the noodles into the pot and ran to the small device. 

It was you.

“Road goes both ways Skywalker, obviously u like what u see too haha- yk I’m just one wall away ;)”

A large smile plastered itself on his face- he was worrying for nothing!

He laughed and set the phone back down; just wait til he told the guys at work tomorrow morning!

Sooner than he anticipated, he heard the familiar sound of your keys jingling to open the door- he debated opening the door for you to save the hassle, but he stopped himself because he was worried he’d come off too desperate if he did so (you woulda been just fine if he did). 

You opened the door and were met with the savory aroma of marinara sauce and boiling noodles. After breathing in the scent you sighed, “someone’s been busy today, huh?” you smiled. 

“Well when you leave me home all alone…” Anakin trailed off with a stupid grin. 

Maker, you loved that look.

“Someone has to be the breadwinner in this house” you joked before setting your bags down. 

“And speaking of bread… I brought this back today- guess great minds think alike” you winked holding up a baguette from the bakery. 

Anakin’s face lit up and he eagerly received the bread, “Great! I was actually going to have to disappoint you since we’re out of garlic bread, but now we can just make it”. 

You nodded and went back to your room to change. It was pretty hard not to squeal at every little thing Anakin said, but you thought you were holding your own pretty well too.

Unintentionally, you changed into a rather enticing outfit- it was just a white tank with a lace trim and some flannel shorts (well, they were rather short). 

Anakin’s eyes observed your figure as you pranced out of your room and into the kitchen. 

“Why so fancy Ani?” you teased, batting your lashes. 

Both of you knew there was an obvious elephant in the room but neither of you wanted to address it. 

“Just ‘cause I wanted to, don’t get too excited princess” he laughed making you roll your eyes. 

“I’d never get excited over you” 

He arched an inquisitive brow and turned towards you, “oh really? Then why’d you swipe on me?”. 

There it was. 

You felt your face heating up quickly. Fuck. 

“Why’d you swipe on me?” you retorted back. 

“Uh Uh” he scolded, shaking his head while slowly walking towards you. 

“We both know you swiped first” he said, closing the space between you quickly. 

“I-I thought-” you stuttered, trying to come up with a witty response. 

He shook his head with a smile, “No sense trying to come up with a lie, pretty girl- you can tell me”. 

His tone was playful yet commanding- you felt compelled to confess everything to him right then and there. The burn of his striking blue eyes seemed to cut through all of your defenses. 

“Because I wanted to,” you admitted. 

A smile spread across his face as he leaned in, impossibly closer to you. 

“atta girl”

His confidence gave you goosebumps and you felt yourself leaning in to graze his lips with yours when he backed away abruptly to stir his pot of noodles- right. 

This was Anakin Skywalker we were talking about- the annoyingly charming linecook who could get anyone he set his sights on.

Maybe your intuition was right, he was just a playboy- how could you have been so stupid to think he actually wanted you?

With shame, you retreated to the couch as he strained his noodles and finished dinner. 

Unbeknownst to you, Anakin actually chickened out. He cursed himself as he stirred his famous spaghetti sauce; he was so close… and he blew it. 

Your sweet perfume flooded his senses and suddenly all of his charm just vanished. He felt like the awkward teenager Ben had to introduce to people because he was too shy to speak for himself. 

So in his moment of panic he went back to something he was comfortable with- cooking. 

Once he was finished he made two plates: one for him and one for you. Gingerly, he walked towards the couch with the plates in hand. 

“Here ya go princess” he attempted to sound normal. 

You didn’t meet his gaze as you took the plate and mumbled a “thank you”. 

He couldn’t blame you; from your perspective it probably seemed like he had just been leading you on- that’s not how he wanted to make you feel…at all. 

He set his food on the coffee table next to yours and sat beside you with a heavy thud, making the cushions deposit you next to his side. You were about to move away when he lightly grabbed your upper arm. 

You met his gaze in surprise, “Anakin, what-”.

You were silenced by his lips crashing into yours; your hand quickly found its way into his sandy hair just as he gently held the side of your face. 

Synapses were firing and you felt warm. With an unspoken agreement, he laid you down on the couch and continued to passionately kiss up and down your neck. 

“Anakin-” you said breathlessly, “What has gotten into you?”

“Nothing that hasn’t already been there for weeks” he responded through sloppy kisses. 

His touch was somehow better than what you’d imagined all those lonely nights in your room. How was this real?

You sat up and placed a hand on his chest; he sat on his heels with a worried expression, “What’s wrong?” he asked (did he do something wrong?).

“Weeks?” you parroted back to him. 

He huffed out a laugh and relaxed his tense posture before tenderly holding your face in his strong hands. 

“Yes, weeks. Don’t you know you drive me absolutely insane?” he asked in a playful tone. 

You shook your head in confusion. A lopsided smile settled on his beautiful face before he drew you closer for a soft kiss. 

“I thought- I thought you swiped on me as a joke… I had no idea” you admitted. 

His blue eyes scanned your face before shaking his head lightly, “No, no I’ve wanted to do this since the day I met you ''. 

Your confused expression slowly turned into a full blown grin before you pushed him into a seated position and straddled his lap. 

“Good to know, ‘cause so have I”. 

He let out a soft groan before resting his large hands around the bottom of your waist, his fingers gripping onto your flesh. His eyes were completely focused on you- they were hungry.

As you straddled him you felt his hardening member against your aching core. You wanted nothing more than to rip off his pants.

Just as you had wrestled his tight shirt off, his phone began to buzz. He rolled his eyes and let out an annoyed “fuck” when he saw it was his work. 

“I’m sorry, I gotta answer this” he said picking up the phone. 

“No worries” you said with a mischievous smile. 

What were you up to?

He ignored your tone and answered the call; just as he pressed the device to his ear you unzipped his pants. His eyes widened once he realized what you were so smug about. 

You were looking up at him through batted lashes as you freed his aching cock from the constrains of his boxers.

He was big- bigger than you expected; you licked your lips in anticipation, hypnotizing him with your ambition. 

You there Skywalker?

Anakin blinked himself back into reality, “Y-yes sir, I’m here”. 

Sorry to have to ask, but two of the other cooks just called in sick and we have abunch of parties booked tonight…would there be any possible way you could come in tonight

Anakin groaned loudly as you took his large member into your mouth, he had to cover his mouth with his free hand as you skillfully bobbed up and down on his dick. 

Now, I know it’s your day off, but I can offer you double time if you can just cover this one shift

His employer had no idea his head cook was getting the best head of his life on the other side of the line. 

He stifled a moan as you applied pressure with your tounge, thankfully he was able to disguise it as him thinking. 

“I-I guess I could swing it if there’s overtime-”

You’re a lifesaver! That’s why you’re my favorite linecook, when could you be in?

Anakin shuddered as you worked his tip. 

“I-It’ll have to be a lit-” 

He was cut off by the feeling of your moans sending vibrations up his shaft. 

“Have to be a little later, I’m a bit caught up at the moment”

No problem, how late we talking though?

“Just an hour, maybe hour twenty”

Done, see you then! And thanks again Skywalker. 

He hung up the phone as fast as he could and threw it against the recliner beside him. You laughed once he met your gaze again. 

“You’re wrong for that” he huffed out breathlessly. 

“For what?” you played dumb. 

He laughed bafore grabbing a handfull of you hair. 

“You know exactly what- now, I have work in an hour and I think you should finish what you started” he said with a playful yet demanding tone. 

“Yes chef” you said before taking him in your mouth once more. 

“FFuck” he groaned as your throat squeezed around his weeping cock. 

Without thinking he began to move his hips back and fourth to chase his high. You gagged around his length and clawed at his thighs. 

“Fuck baby, this what you wanted? You wanted me to fuck your throat raw? Better hope you don’t have to work the register tomorrow” he said with a smirk as he thrusted in and out of your mouth. 

You moaned around him and your tears began to spill over. This is exactly what you wanted- you wanted him. 

“God- You feel so damn good, I’m close” he said in a strained voice. 

In a moment of boldness, you removed yourself completely from his cock and began to vigorously pump his length, making his legs shake. 

“Ah- I’m gonna- I’m cumming! F-fuck I’m cumming” he babbled as his abs twitched with every rope that spurt out of his red, swollen tip. 

Once he finally settled down and caught his breath he sat up and wiped his mess off of his chest with the tissues from the end table. 

You wiped your mouth and smiled before nodding to the spaghetti, “You should probably eat, you’ve got work in a few”.

It was his turn to lick his lips, “Yea, I should eat”.

His eyes traveled down your body, “But I don’t think I’m really feeling spaghetti right now”. 

“Oh?” you said with a curious grin, before he pulled you into his lap. 

You kissed him passionately once more before asking “how hungry are you, Ani?”

Maker, you already had a nickname for him- you were perfect. 

“Absolutely ravenous” he responded before laying you on the couch. 

“Show me”.

He smiled and quickly slipped off your shorts and panties in one swift motion. You could already tell this was going to be a top three experience. 

Before you could register the feeling, he was already buried in your pussy. He lapped up your arousal and all you could do was toss your head back in bliss. 

“Oh Anakin” you moaned as he kneaded his large hands at the fat of your ass and your thighs. 

“Fuck, you taste so good- you’re so wet for me” he panted through licks. 

Once his tongue swiped over your swollen clit your back began to arch. You clenched your thighs around his head and tangled your fingers into his hair; this was heaven. 

His mouth worked on your pussy as his hands roamed your body, he seemed to just know what would drive you absolutely insane. 

“Maker- Oh my god Ani!” your breath hitched as his long fingers skillfully pushed into your aching core. 

The combination of his tongue and fingers alone, made you see stars (imagine what his dick would do). 

Embarrassingly, you felt your high coming; usually you lasted longer, but damn did Anakin know how to use his talents. 

“Wanna cum for me sweetheart?” He asked through hooded lashes. 

You nodded vigorously and with another curl of his fingers, you were coming undone in his grasp. 

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Anakin threw on one of his work shirts and zipped up his pants; once you came, he gave you the most aftercare he could until he knew he had to leave (Luckily the two of you had time to get cleaned up). 

“Fuck, ‘m so sorry I gotta go, I’ll be back though” he said as he rushed around looking for his keys. 

“I’d imagine so, you live here” you laughed as you stretched on the couch. 

He sighed and walked up to you again, “You know what I mean, I don’t want you to think this was a one time thing- we will be discussing this later”. 

You nodded with a small smile before he leaned down and ran his fingers through your hair; he drew you in for a soft kiss, “I really don’t wanna leave you right now, I look like an asshole”. 

“Don’t you always?” you joked, nipping at his lower lip.

“I’m serious, I don’t want you to think that is all I want from you…”

“I don't” you assured him.

“Alright” he smiled before kissing your forehead once more before leaving. 

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“Someone’s in a good mood, what’s got you so happy, playboy?” one of the cooks asked after Anakin didn’t immediately get annoyed when one of the servers rang in an order wrong. 

Anakin smirked and shook his head, “I don’t know what you’re talking about, I’m always in a good mood-”.

“Bullshit! You were just skulking around the kitchen the other day ‘casue you saw someone flirting with your little roommate” another butted in. 

“Yea, are you ever gonna ask her out? You’re supposed to be a player, ain’t ‘cha?”

“Nah, man- I’m retired, i’ve been retired for awhile” Anakin said, cringing at his past flings. 

“What made you change?”

Anakin smiled and turned towards his co-workers, “this”.

He pulled out his phone and on the lockscreen were a few texts from you, the top one saying, “Can’t wait til you get back home ;)”.

The chef’s eyes all widened before the kitchen became loud with their excitement. 

“Skywalker’s actually tied down?!”

“Ya finally asked her out!?!”

“When are you bringing her ‘round here?” 

“We wanna meet this little roommate”

Anakin slipped his phone back into his pocket with a smile, “hold on, hold on- we’re not official yet, but i’m pretty sure by tonight we will be- I really like her”.

“No shit, Skywalker! We could all tell you had a crush ever since you moved in with her” one of them laughed to which the rest agreed. 

Anakin smirked before going back to work, “Whatever guys” he said, rolling his eyes, but he couldn't shake the warm blush that was climbing up his cheeks.

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a/n: so this is taking a point from the linecook headcannons (matching on tinder) but it’s in the universe of pancakes and pastries (roommates- cook ani and bakery reader). i’m not acc sure if i’ll end up writing anything with server reader and cook ani that work in the same restaurant- but we’ll see haha

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Where Am I?*Introduction/Part One

Pairing: modern!f!reader x (to be determined...) Ubbe, Ivar, Sigurd, Hviserks, (future) Bjorn

Series Summary: After falling head first the reader wakes up face to face with a group of strangely dressed men who look eerily like the vikings she studies

Word Count: 2445

Warnings: time travel being possible, bullying, getting chased by some very confused vikings, imprisonment

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"Cmon Jason. Give it a rest," you heard one of his friends tell him, but you were already crossing the bridge to get away from them.

You'd came to the park after school to relax after yet another hellish day of studying. You were a history student, obsessed with the Vikings, and sadly for some reason Jason's enemy number one. Apparently, the frat boy still held a grudge for the time you rejected him last year and decided to make your life a misery.

As you were halfway across the bridge you heard laughing then footsteps and just as you went to turn you felt him grab your bag off your shoulder. Well, he tried. You grabbed it back, yelling "help!" As his other friend tried to help him pull it away. 

You glanced behind you to see if anyone was near but no. You were alone of the bridge 6 feet at least above the deep lake. "Dude!" You heard the friend again as your head whipped back around.

"fine!" Jason yelled as he let go of the bag just as you had attempted to tug it from him. "Wait no!" You heard his voice before you felt the wood dig into your back and then heard a sickening snap.

You screamed as you felt the wind rush past your face, hair whipping around as your body hurtled headfirst towards the water. You felt your head sink in and the water ring in your ears like church bells as your eyes screwed up tight.

You waited for your head to crash against the rocks but instead felt your legs hit the soft ground, your butt and shoulders soon following. Your head hit the ground gently as a groan left your lips. As your eyes opened you realised not only did you feel no water or soggy clothing but that a scattered sunlight was washing over your face. 

"What the-" you muttered as you sat up. Your guitar bag was still clutched in one hand, your backpack hooked around your elbow, and now your earphones had been tossed behind you during the fall. That however did not concern you as much as the overwhelming greenery.

The Forrest around you had winding trees up to the sky with whispers of squirrels and rabbits in the background. You pulled yourself to your feet as your eyes scanned the woods. "Where am I?" You muttered as you grabbed your headphones and shoved them in your bag. 

You checked your phone however there was not only no signal but now the time had become dashes alongside the battery percentage. The Wi-Fi and Bluetooth signals were now just colourful blobs and even when you tried opening the emergency number call it refused to let you punch in the digits. You sighed and turned it off, hoping that by the time you found your way out the Forrest it would have rebooted so you could call your parents or maybe even a hospital since you'd obviously hit your head very hard.

You put the phone in your bag and zipped it up, even using the number lock your mother insisted you put on it to keep your bag safe. You weren't sure which way to go. After all no matter where you walked you could either be going closer or further to whatever destination would be the safest.

Fuck it. You thought. There's only one way to find out. You walked through the forest, not even trying to not step on twigs or ruffle leaves since you were probably just far deeper into the campus woods than you'd ever been before. However, then you heard voices.

Well laughter really. At least three men. Your footsteps slowed encase Jason and his friends had somehow made you lose your mind and we're torturing you but no. Instead, you held back a gasp as you peaked through the leaves to see four men with their backs to you.

One was sat on a log playing with what looked like a dagger while another two practised throwing axes. Fuck. All three were dressed as if they were Vikings. Perhaps you'd been studying them too much and had officially lost your marbles.

Or perhaps the other Viking nerds in your school had formed a club. As you debated taking a step forward one of the men missed his throw causing another to yell out a jab. As the man span round to answer his eyes stopped when he saw you. His hand shot out to nudge the man next to him who turned around.

He was a brunette man with a long braid down how back "I'm Ubbe," the boy called as he stepped forward, "Who are you? Why are you here?" He called however your eyes wandered down then widened as you saw him gripping his axe.

"Tell us!" The boy who had missed called, stepping closer. Your eyes wandered to the third who was reaching for something in his belt when you finally made up your mind.

Run. You turned, sprinting as fast as your legs could carry you. Your feet hammered against the dirt as their shouts echoed through the forest. You didn't dare glance back or stop for the branches whipping against your face. There was finally a break in the trees. Freedom. Safety you thought.

As you ran you arrived at the top of a hill. You turned to look down, expecting to see your campus when dread filled your blood. No this wasn't real. A village of Vikings now looked up at where you stood on the hill.

You stood for a moment panting as you overlooked it all. That was until you heard them again. "Stop right there!" Ubbe all but screamed. 

You ran again. To your left was a high cliff facing a grey blue ocean and to your right was 3 very angry looking Vikings. You decided to take your chances with the clueless as you barrelled down the hill into what looked to be like a market.

Despite being the least terrifying person here they all jumped out your way, gasping and screaming as you ran all while Ubbe and the others chased you. 

You were running towards a bridge by a stream and decided for one last second to glance behind you. They were just running around the corner when you felt a hand grab your foot as the other got swept up in the air.

It was as if your body took flight as you fell to the ground with a large thump. You groaned as you tried to pick yourself up just for a large hand to grab your shoulder and flip you on your back. 

As you stared at his electric blue eyes your own eyes widened. "Ivar?" You whispered and his eyes widened so much you wondered if it hurt however just as he went to speak Ubbe pulled him off him.

Ubbe. Your brain clicked. There's no possible way. It couldn't be. Surely not. Ubbes hand pulling you to your feet. "I asked you a question," he growled as you gasped for air. As much as you wanted to be tough and brave and all the other things these Vikings were being faced to face to Ubbe was too much as the spots began to cloud your vision and you felt your body fall limp as the world faded to black.

-

As you began to stir you half expected to open your eyes and see your dorm room, but the hard stick pressed against your spine made you doubtful. Your eyes opened to find yourself in a wooden cage in the corner of what looked like a bedroom. It was dark and suddenly felt very small as your hands grabbed the bars as you began to shake them.

“Fuck,” you grunted as you hit your hand against the frame but instead of it budging now your hand just hurt. Before you could try for any longer you froze when you saw the door slowly push open.

“I see what you mean,” a woman’s voice muttered as she approached your cage. You couldn’t bring yourself to look at her or the men behind her, “What is she wearing?” she whispered.

“We don’t know,”

“We found her like this,”

“Do you think she’s a witch?” you felt your blood run cold at the man’s word.

The woman stood up and turned to what you soon realised were her sons. In fact, now you realised who they all were. It was Sigurd who’d claimed you may be a witch but how could he possibly be real? He was a tv character after all.

“Perhaps but we cannot know for sure yet,” Aslaug whispered to her son, “Can you speak child?” she called out to you as if she was shouting on a dog. Your head raised so you could get a better look, but you couldn’t bring yourself to speak.

“What are we going to do?” Ubbe asked. As the four spoke amongst themselves you realised one was missing. Ivar was nowhere to be seen.

“Your father should be home any day now. We will wait for him,” Aslaug finally determined, “I have never seen someone like this. I do not wish to find out what harm she can cause alone,” with that the four turned to leave, shutting the door and leaving you in the stale dark once more.

You sighed as you leaned back against the cage however as your eyes scanned the room you noticed your bags sitting in the corner making your head instantly perk up. You knew you didn’t have anything sharp in it but as your stomach rumbled you realised what you did need. Food.

As you began to wonder how you would get to your things you heard the door crack open. You looked up as Ivar dragged himself into the room, constantly checking over his shoulder before he shut the door and brought himself over to your cage. His eyes scanned your frame as you brought your knees to your chest and hugged them tightly.

“Who are you?” he murmured, his eyes landing on your face, “and how do you know my name?” the silence that followed was only broken by the loud rumble of your stomach once more as you winced. “You’re hungry?” he asked.

Finally, you nodded, and a smile quirked onto his lips, “So you do understand?” you nodded again, “If you tell me who you are I’ll bring you something to eat,”

You paused as you decided if it was worth breaking the façade, you’d created but as your stomach churned you realised starving to death before Ragnar returned was not worth it. you whispered your name, but your voice was hoarse from lack of use.

Ivars’s head tilted slightly as his eyebrows knitted, “What a usual name,” he mused.

You bit back a laugh. “Coming from Ivar the boneless,” you muttered.

His eyes widened, a look of what you couldn’t tell if shock or rage or both washed over his face. “What did you call me?” he half yelled, grabbing onto the bars of the cage you were suddenly thankful for.

“It’s what everyone calls you!” you rushed out, pushing yourself as far away as possible, “In the textbooks that’s what legend says you were called I’m sorry,”

He paused, his hands slipping from the bar as the confused look returned, “What is a textbook?”

“Like a history book,” you said but that did little to explain it to him, “It’s like- “you paused trying to think what the closest thing to a Viking textbook was, “It’s like how you pass down stories in songs! We write them down in textbooks, so nobody forgets,”

Ivar paused for a moment as he finally relaxed again, “Where did you come from?” he asked, “And how do they know who I am? What have you told them?”

“I haven’t told them anything, my teachers they taught it to me,” you said, finally allowing yourself to sit at ease again, “I’m from the future,” the words felt foreign in your mouth as Ivar’s blue eyes widened.

“Prove it,”

“You’re Ivar the boneless, son of Ragnar Lothbrok,” you spoke but your voice was shaky as you tried to remember all you could, “Brother of Bjorn Ironside who explored the Mediterranean sea. Son of Aslaug. You go on to command the great heathen army,” you said and as you spoke Ivar looked like a child being read a bedtime story about pirates and mermaids, “You Ivar are a legend where I am from,” perhaps bending the truth a little but what would he know.

“And who- “

You cut him off this time when you felt your stomach lurch, “You said you would feed me. I won’t tell you anything else till you live up to your word,” you tried to sound firm, but it clearly wasn’t your style.

Still though Ivar nodded as he slowly began to drag himself away, “I shall return,” he said as he opened the door, a small smile tugging at his lips, “Don’t go anywhere,” he teased before shutting the door behind him.

You rolled your eyes as you sunk back into the wood behind you. “Oh god he really is nuts,” you whispered. Then again perhaps it was you that was nuts. After all you had just been talking to a Viking who’d died thousands of years ago.

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[mrsstarkey1]

sneakin' around - rafe cameron

SUMMARY: you and rafe have been seeing each other for months now, without telling anyone because of your doubts about how your friends will react. one night, at a party, you and rafe sneak off to be alone.

WORD COUNT: 1.7k

WARNINGS: none

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you ran your hand through rafe's hair mindlessly, listening to the sound of his slow and steady breath. his arms were wrapped tightly around your waist, but he was still sound asleep.

you looked at your watch, sighing when you saw the time. it was almost 10 am, and kie would be expecting you at the boat soon.

"rafe?" you said softly, wanting to wake him up to say goodbye. "baby?" you tried again, this time placing a kiss on his forehead.

his eyes slowly opened and a grin appeared on his face. "morning," he said in the raspy morning voice you adored oh so much, and he lifted his head a little to press his lips to yours.

you smiled into the kiss, groaning when you had to pull away. "i have to go," you said with a frown, getting up from the bed you'd been sharing with rafe for months now.

rafe grabbed your hand, "please don't go," he said sadly.

"we can meet up later tonight, i promise. but kie is going to get suspicious if i don't meet her soon."

rafe rolled his eyes, pulling you closer, "come on baby, who cares if kie is suspicious. let's just tell them. i hate sneaking around like this."

you tilted your head at him, seeing that he was serious. "but we agreed that we shouldn't tell anyone. i mean the pogues aren't exactly your biggest fan, and the kooks aren't mine. it would just hurt both of us if our closest friends didn't approve of our relationship, you know that."

rafe sighed and sat up on the bed, putting his legs over the side. he grabbed your hands and you stood between his legs. he looked up at you, "i know. it just sucks that i can't just see you whenever i want. you make me happy, y/n."

your heart just melted at the look on his face. you put your hands on both sides of his face, kissing his forehead, then his lips. "you make me happy too, rafe. we'll talk about maybe sitting everyone down and telling them? eventually."

he smiled and nodded, "i'll see you later then?"

you nodded and pressed one last short kiss to his lips. you grabbed bikini and a pair of shorts from the drawer of your clothes you had at rafe's house and went to change in the bathroom.

you spent the rest of the day with kie and jj, who decided to tag along on the boat with you. by the time we got back, jj and kie were totally drunk, and you were just a little tipsy.

"i'm gonna go change guys, then we're going to that bonfire tonight right?" you asked when you got off of the boat.

kie nodded, "yeah, we'll see you there. everyone's going."

you texted rafe when you got back to your house, meet up at bonfire tonight?

you sorted through your clothes, trying to find an outfit while you waited for a response. you decided on what you always wore to parties, jean shorts and a cropped tank top.

your phone buzzed in your back pocket.

of course. can't wait :)

you smiled at the text, and tossed your phone on the bed. you spent the next 2 hours wasting time until it was time to leave for the beach.

these parties were your favorites, the ones where both kooks and pogues were able to be in the same place without fighting, because everyone was having too much fun to care.

you immediately saw your friends when you arrived. john b was standing on a log, pouring beer into jj's mouth. you scoffed at the scene, not surprised in the slightest.

you walked toward the group, but was stopped by someone stepping directly in front of you. rafe. he backed you up until you were both out of sight, behind a tree. "i missed you," rafe said with a smile.

"rafe, honey it's barely been 10 hours," you said with a laugh, "but i missed you too."

rafe wrapped his arm around your waist, pulling you closer to press his lips against yours. you threw your arms around his neck as your kiss continued. you pulled away before the kiss got too heated, and rested your forehead on his. "we can continue this later. i just have to make an appearance with jj, pope, kie and john b for an hour and then i can get away, okay?"

rafe nodded, "okay," he said softly, pecking your lips again. "i'll see you in an hour."

you squeezed his hand once and then returned on your path to your group of friends. "y/n!!" a voice you recognized said and you screamed when someone picked you up from behind, spinning you around.

"jj, put me down," you smacked his arm and leaned your head back with a laugh.

he let you down onto the sand, and he was hunched over, laughing uncontrollably, obviously drunk. you smacked him on the head, "idiot."

kie handed you a beer, and you all sat around one of the small fires. you weren't really engaged in most of the conversations, because all you wanted to do was sneak away and be with rafe. of course you weren't proud of not wanting to be with your friends, but you didn't get much alone time with rafe because of your friends.

the minute all of them got up to get more beer and cigarettes, you got up and texted rafe to meet you by the docks outside of john b's place. you figured you could hang out there for a little bit, knowing they'd be out until 2 in the morning.

you sat on the dock for only a couple minutes before you saw rafe running toward you. you stood up and pulled him in by his shirt the minute he got into your reach. your lips crashed together, in a hungry, passionate kiss. his hands found your bare waist, pulling you impossibly closer.

you pulled back to come up for air, breathing heavily, "we can go into john b's place. they'll be out late."

he hummed in response, kissing you again. you grabbed his hand, practically sprinting to the chateau.

you wasted no time once you got in the door, pulling his shirt over his head. he placed his hands on your hips, pushing you back until you hit the couch, falling onto it.

back at the beach, kie was looking everywhere for you, and when she didn't find you she'd started to worry.

"jj, i can't find y/n. have you seen her?"

the blonde shook his head, and looked around the beach, not having any luck locating you. "maybe she decided to go home. she seemed kind of tired."

kie sighed, "yeah maybe. she's actually been acting really weird lately. i'm starting to get worried. but i don't think she would just leave without telling anyone."

jj nodded in agreement, "well let's go get john b and pope and we'll look for her."

rafe moved your hair out of your face and off of your neck, giving him room to place sloppy kisses from your collarbone to your neck. your hands traveled down his chest and played with the button of his shorts. his lips found yours again, this kiss much more desperate than the last.

the moment you unbuttoned his shorts, you heard the slam of the door, and the gasp of four people, who you were pretty sure you knew the identities of.

rafe jumped off of you, standing in front of the four, very shocked pogues. you got off of the couch and stepped toward them. "guys, let me explain-"

"a kook? y/n!! really?" jj shouted and stepped toward rafe, an angry look on his face.

you placed yourself between them, putting your hand out to push jj's chest. "stop it. i said let me explain," you said with enough seriousness in your voice to make them all close their mouths and give you their attention.

you moved back so that you were standing by rafe. "we're dating," you said simply, and open your mouth to continue but was cut off, unsurprisingly.

"what?!" they all shouted, looking at each other.

"you've got to be kidding. do you have any idea what the kooks have put us through?" john b decided to contribute to the not so civil conversation.

rafe looked at the floor.

"john b, i know. believe me. i know what rafe and topper used to do to you guys, to me too. but rafe hasn't done anything to a pogue in a long time, haven't you noticed that? do you really think i would date someone that i thought would hurt my closest friends? my family?" you said with determination, determination to make them see rafe the way that you do. they all remained silent, so you continued. "rafe has changed, a lot. and he's the only guy that i've ever been with that really cares about me. that looks after me, no matter what. i'm just asking you guys to, please, just be open to the idea of us being together. because i can't have my boyfriend and my best friends hating each other, especially if you don't even give him a chance. please, guys."

"okay," kie was the first to speak up. "if you really care about him, of course we'll give him a chance, right guys?" she glared at the 3 boys who were all staring at rafe as if they were determining their decision. all three of them nodded slowly, eventually.

rafe looked at you with a smile, "guys, i just wanna say that i know how bad me, topper and kelce treated you. and i really am sorry. once i met y/n, i haven't cared about the whole pogue vs kook thing, because if i can fall in love with one then-"

you turned to face him, "what?" you said, eyes widened. "what did you just say?"

everyone stared at the two of you in pure shock, and honestly what could only be described as admiration.

rafe took a deep breath, grabbing both of your hands. "i love you, y/n y/l/n."

"i love you too, rafe cameron," you said with the biggest grin on your face.

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Hunger (The completed story)

Pairing: The Darkling x Reader

Summary: A/O/B fic. It's your first heat and it's too intense to handle. All of the men at the Little palace want you but there's only one man you have your eye on. But there's no way he'd want to mate with you, would he??

Word count: 3.3k

Warnings: Piv smut, mating press, bit of a breeding kink, biting, scratching, knotting, possessiveness, a lil bit of d/s dynamics

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As you walked into the council room, all the men turned to look at you, eyes slightly wide and hungry. You could almost picture the saliva dripping down their chins. You shrunk into yourself as you made your way to your seat. 

It was your first heat and you didn’t want to let it prevent you from going to work. But a heat was even more intense than you’d expected it to be and it seemed to be getting worse by the minute. 

You were absolutely throbbing and your pants were soaked through. You couldn’t help but squeeze your thighs together to try and gain some amount of satisfaction. It only made things worse but once you’d started you couldn’t seem to stop. 

You dared to look around yourself and you noticed that concentration strained on the men’s faces as they now refused to look at you. They were trying so hard to be civil and not to pounce on you. 

When none of you thought you could take it any longer, General Kirigan finally strode into the meeting. His nostrils flared as soon as he entered, clearly taking notice of your scent. He didn’t say anything as he placed his papers down on the table ready to conduct the discussion. You’d never seen him look so tense before, not even during his most high-stakes political negotiations. You started to regret not taking the day off work.

You could hardly think straight, your nipples were hard beneath your bra and you wanted so badly to start palming your breasts through your clothes. You were desperate for any sort of stimulation and had to restrain yourself from rocking your mound the chair. You had an inkling that none of the men were paying attention too, if their stolen glances were anything to go off. 

A few of the men were without a mate and you knew that they were desperate to throw themselves at you. And your instincts were telling you to do the same. But one man’s scent in particular was driving you insane. General Kirigan’s. He was the alpha of all alphas. And it came off in his scent. You were practically dizzy with it. 

You were so painfully aware of his presence. Sure he was incredibly attractive and you might have always had a little crush on him but this feeling was nothing in comparison to that. A part of you was willing to do absolutely anything for that man to put you out of your misery. But its not as if the General Kirigan would ever want to be your mate, you thought sadly. 

“I think that’s enough for today.” He declared.

You checked the clock. You were finishing 30 minutes early. You shrunk into yourself even more. They couldn’t stand your presence for one second more. 

You stuffed your belongings into your bag and went to hurry out.

“Y/N, I want you to stay behind.” Kirigan instructed. 

You froze, tightly clutching your bag, and turned back around.

His hands were pressed down on top of the table - arms as tense as logs. He refused to look at you. 

The door closed shut behind the last person to leave. His scent smelt even more intense now it was just the two of you. 

His eyes remained on the table as he spoke to you - each word was strained: “Y/N, please take the next few days off.” 

“Yes, sir. Sorry, sir.”

He nodded. 

That was all he wanted to say. You should go now, leg it back to your room. But part of you wanted to stay. You hesitated for a moment, your legs slightly shaking and your pants so wet that a drop of it started to trickle down your thigh. You needed Kirigan’s scent to surround you, to claim you, to mark you as his. 

He interrupted your thoughts, “You may leave.”

Of course, your fantasy was never going to happen. 

“Sorry, Sir.” You repeated and hurried off. 

~~~

Each day brought endless suffering. Was it this bad for everyone else? You had no idea how they coped. This was hell. 

You writhed in bed, sheets soaked with sweat. You were genuinely going insane. The space between your legs seemed to physically burn with desire. Your legs rubbed together, seeking some sort of satisfaction but none came. 

It was impossible not to think sinful thoughts. You imagined Kirigan, his head between your legs, lips coated with your juices. You wondered how experienced he was, and you decided with certainty that he would know exactly what to do in the bedroom. That thought made you whimper. 

It hurt you to know that your imagination was not reality. Kirigan would never satiate your desires. And yet your brain couldn’t stop tossing that thought around, fantasising about him over and over again with small variations. Kirigan fucking you like his life depended on it. Kirigan fucking you slowly, placing hot, tender kisses to every inch of your body. You riding him while his pretty face screwed up in bliss. 

Your hand gravitated between your legs but you pulled it away. You had already tried that. Countless times. It only served to goad you on, to ramp the need up to one thousand. No, only an alpha could help you. 

You had considered leaving your room in the search of one. But there was only one alpha on your mind and he would never sleep with you. And you didn’t want to mate with anyone who didn’t make you feel the same way that Kirigan did. You clutched your self-respect and dignity tightly to your chest, even as the rest of your mind melted away in the fires of lust. 

Holding the pillow over your face, you groaned loudly with annoyance. It was not fair to be cursed with an affliction that bore no remedy. You needed a cold glass of water, something to distract yourself for even a second.

You hadn’t left your room ever since the meeting. Someone had been kind enough to leave meals behind your door so you didn’t have to put yourself, or the others, through any unnecessary strain. 

The clock on your bedside told you it was 2am, so it should be safe to venture outside. 

You cursed your luck when Kirigan was sitting at the kitchen table reading a book with a glass of water - unable to sleep just like you. 

The floor creaked as you turned to leave. His eyes shot up.

Your face bloomed bright red. You were only wearing your thin white nightgown, your hair dishevelled.

“I-I’ll come back later.”

He swallowed thickly. “There’s no need.” 

He tried to smile but you could spot the tension in his lips. Curse him and his politeness.

As soon as you stepped inside, a sweltering wall of scent slapped you in the face. It was musky and animalistic. Your legs shook on the way to the cupboards. You tried not to breathe but there was nothing you could do to stop it from entering your system. Saints, you needed him to fuck you sensless. You bit back a moan.

The only glasses were on a shelf that was too high for you to reach. Of fucking course everything had to be against you today.

“Let me help.” He offered.

His chair squeaked and then footsteps padded up behind you. You went rigid. 

His scent filled your lungs, choking you with cloying lust. The warmth of his body was mere inches away from touching you. You had to steel yourself from pressing back and closing the teasing gap. Your ache was worse than all of your days of suffering combined. It took all of your strength not to make a noise, a groan of pleasure, a whimper of pain, a pleading beg: “Please, Sir, use me however you want, fuck me until I can’t walk.”

The retrieved glass clanked down on the counter.

You took a deep breath and turned to face him. 

“T-Thank you.” You stuttered despite your best efforts to feign composure. 

He didn’t move. Why wasn’t he moving? His hands gripped the countertop either side of you, closing you in between his white-knuckled hands. 

There was no stopping the way your eyelids fluttered in the futile bliss of his perfect scent and his perfect face. You couldn’t think straight. What was happening? 

“Sir?”

A noise halfway between a groan and a growl caught in the back of his throat at hearing you call him that.

“You can’t keep going around smelling that divine.”

“I’m sorry?”

“Something needs to be done.”

In one graceful motion, he closed the distance, his body pressing up against your own. 

This had to be a dream, a fever dream conjured from the intensity of your heat.

His head surged forwards, lips pressing against yours with a crushing force. This was the best dream you’d ever had. 

Your hands laced through his raven locks as his tongue delved between your parted lips. The feel of his soft lips mixed with the bruising intensity with which he tasted you was absolutely divine. His hands snaked around your back, pressing you tight against himself. Your tongue slipped into his own mouth, lapping up every inch of him. This felt fucking amazing. You’d never experienced such an electric kiss. It had you seeing fireworks. 

You yelped when he grabbed your waist and lifted you onto the counter. Your legs wrapped tightly around him and he continued to kiss you with desperation. 

This was actually real wasn’t it? You could feel his plush lips, his flushed skin, his curious tongue. It felt much too real to be a dream. But how could this be happening to you? You’d fantasised about it so many times, and now it was actually happening, your General was here, stealing your breath away. 

He rocked his hips against your own, his hard length pressing against your core, and he bit down on your lower lip. Stars sparked along your spine. You let out a gasp and rutted your hips desperately against him. 

“Oh, please, please, please.” You chanted without even realising the words were falling from your mouth.

You planted hungry kisses along his cheek and neck, your hands fisted in the back of his kefta as you rocked against him.

“Are you sure?” He asked, pulling away to study your response.

It only dawned on you what you’d just said, what you’d begged for. Your heart was giddy. You would never forget this day, you would never forget the way his eyes seemed to burn like hot coal when you said: “Yes.”

Before you could blink, you were being lifted up and carried down the corridors. You wrapped your hands around his neck to steady yourself against the speed with which was carrying you. Now that you had exactly what you needed to make the pain go away, you were more desperate than ever. The man who would satiate you was pressed against your side, carrying you like you weighed nothing. You couldn't wait to get your hands all over him. 

You revelled in the feeling of his obsidian, silk sheets as he set you down on his bed. You'd been so curious to know what Kirigan's bedroom looked like but, as his lips crashed against yours, you couldn’t care less. 

Your greedy hands pushed off his kefta and started unbuttoning his shirt. Lust had boiled off any sheepishness you usually would have carried to the bedroom. 

Joy buzzed through your bones when you pressed your hands against his bare chest and explored the contours of his muscles. 

“I need you, I need you.” You repeated like prayer against his lips.

“You can have me.” 

He lifted the nightgown off you, leaving you exposed in nothing but your underwear. He pulled away to discard his trousers and then his fingers were hooking into your bra and pausing, waiting for consent. 

You nodded desperately, “Please.”

You had no idea how he had the restraint to be so careful with you. You’d been dying to rip his clothes off as soon as you’d spied him in the kitchen and you were sure he must feel the same. 

He pressed kisses along your neck and then trailed lower before taking a nipple into your mouth. Your head threw back as his tongue swirled around your bud. You were so sensitive that you thought you could burst. 

You managed to twist around to tug your underwear off and he pulled away to do the same. His hard length stood to attention against his abdomen, thick and veiny. His tip was red and leaking a trail of precum. You were practically salivating at the sight of it. Usually, you would have panicked about fitting in his impressive length but you were so achingly empty that you were excited to take on the challenge. 

He went to go down on you but you stopped him with a hand on his shoulder. 

“Please. Now. I need you now.” 

He let out a small chuckle at your desperation.

“Your wish is my command, flower.” 

He lined himself up with your entrance and, in one single thrust, he pushed cleanly into you. Your mouth threw open into a wide O. He was so large. It knocked the air out of your lungs. 

He gave you no time to adjust to him; he pulled all the way out before ramming into you again. Your mouth remained open, eyebrows drawn down into two tight lines. He’d only just started and you were already a quivering mess, his dick stealing your ability to speak. You were ready to start a new religion and worship him as your God. 

He praised - his words broken by breathy groans, “You feel incredible.” 

“You…- eurghhh.” You tried to reciprocate but you couldn’t form a coherent sentence, his thick cock stretched you out too deliciously. 

Grinning at your reaction, he sped up his thrusts with impossible hip strength, using your speechlessness as motivation to drive his cock into you even harder.

You were mewling obscenely, toes curling. It was all so much pleasure. You weren’t sure if your mortal body was capable of experiencing such extreme heights. 

“I’ve only just started and you’re already too cock dumb to speak?” He asked.

A darkness shrouded his irises. It thrilled you, sending another wave of wetness to spill out over his dick. 

You wanted to speak your affirmation or throw him a bratty protestation - you weren’t sure which - but the feeling of his dick pounding into you made it too hard to think of any words. 

“Not even a ‘yes, sir’?” He teased.

“Y-ye-yes, s-s” You tried to stutter out.

He grasped your legs and positioned you so your knees were against your chest and he crawled further on top of you so he could hook his arms beneath your shoulders. He had you in a mating press. 

He continued to pound into you, hitting you deep in your core, smashing against your g-spot. You practically screamed in pleasure, certain that everyone in this wing of the palace heard you. 

“Can’t finish your sentence?” He taunted. 

“S-s-sorry, s-s- arghhhhh.”

Waves of hot pleasure crashed over you with each thrust, so perfectly fast and deep. You would do absolutely anything this man asked of you if it meant you could experience this again. 

“It’s okay, little one, we can work on your sentences another time.”

Another time? There was going to be another time? You had never been happier. 

This position was exhilarating. You were trapped at his mercy, unable to fight him off even if you wanted to. But you were his willing prey. 

“Are you ready to take me?” He asked, pressing kisses against your neck.

You nodded before you even realised what he was talking about. And then it dawned on you. Knotting. You were about to be knotted. You were about to be bonded with him. A small jet of fear released in your abdomen, you weren’t sure if you could handle his knot, if you could stretch wide enough, if your mind was fortified enough to withstand the pleasure. This was all happening so quickly. You were about to be his mate, the general had chosen you. Your sex-drugged brain was too cloudy to process everything but you know one thing for sure, that every fibre of your being screamed with the desire to be his. 

“Ah~! Yes, yes.” You managed to moan out. 

Your enthusiastic consent spurred him on as he rutted into you with increasing power. 

Your heart raced with apprehension but there was something oddly comforting about being caged in by him and feeling his warmth radiate around you like a weighted blanket. Maybe it was your heat-imposed delirium or the fact that you two were fated to be mates, but you trusted him explicitly. 

Then you started to feel it. His tip was growing in size, expanding to fill up the space deep in your vagina. It was electrifying to know that you were trapped with his dick inside of you until he came. You were discovering many surprising things about yourself tonight. 

Your walls fluttered around him. You were so close but you wanted to cum at the same time as him. Biting down on your lip, you tried to hold it in. But your self-control was slipping with how hard he kept smashing your cervix. 

He spoke in between the lovebites he sucked on your neck, “I can’t wait to fill you up. Claim you as mine.” 

The combination of the ministrations of your neck with the savage thrusts against your spongy core was sending you over the edge. You let out some impressive screams as his teeth pressed down hard, keeping your skin in his mouth and growled at the same time. You shivered to think of how you must look decorated in his marks. 

Your hands snaked around to hold onto his back for dear life as you struggled to stave off your orgasm. 

His dick was pushing up into you as far as it could possibly go, his balls pressed tight against your opening. His knot was pulsing inside you, stretching you out more than you thought you could go. Feeling that massive tip thrust against your cervix was sending you cross eyed. 

“Mine, mine, mine.” He chanted. 

His hot breath against your abused neck caused your body to convulse. 

“I’m gonna cum.” He warned.

Your heat had definitely messed with your brain because you were so excited, so ready to be filled with him. 

His thrusts arced larger, his knot straining against your entrance before pushing back up to your cervix again. You clawed marks into his back. A few more thrusts and he burst, releasing hot cords of cum deep inside of you. You clenched around him, wanting to milk everything out of him as you cried in ecstasy. 

It took a few heavy breaths for you to come down from your high and return back to your body. You could feel Kirigan lapping at the wounds he’d made on your neck, trying to soothe your skin. 

His knot was slowly deflating and you took the opportunity to pull his body as close to your own as physically possible. You felt like a euphoric, emotional mess. 

“How was that?” He asked. “I’m sorry if I was too rough.”

You peppered kisses along his cheek, “No, no, that was perfect, Kirigan.” 

“Please, call me Aleksander.”

Your face flushed. Being gifted with his true name felt somehow even more intimate than what you two had just done. 

“Well then, Aleksander,” You spoke his name with a slow cadence, treasuring how it felt in your mouth. “You could afford to be rougher next time.”

His eyebrow raised in surprise and you let out a girlish giggle that surprised you. 

“I’ll keep that in mind.” He said with a stupid grin on his face. For as much as you wanted to see him smiling, you stole his lips into a heated kiss, desperate to show the affection that was bursting out of you. You couldn’t believe your luck. You were General Kirigan’s Aleksander’s mate. The most handsome and most powerful man in all of Ravka was yours for the taking.

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Forced Family- Part 6

Part 5

Hero collapsed on the hotel bed. They had been up for over eighteen hours. No matter what they tried, they hadn’t been able to sleep on the flight. They weren’t sure if that was because of the altitude or their own worry, but it didn’t matter now. Hero quickly drifted off before they could think about showering or changing into sleepwear.

Hero was back on the rooftop with Villain. Villain was holding them close, their familiar warmth enveloping them.

“Why don’t you love me anymore, Hero?” Villain asked sadly, stroking Hero’s hair.

Hero froze in place, Villain’s touch no longer comforting, but suffocating. They tried to push Villain away, but they held them fast.

“Let me go!” Hero cried, but their voice barely rose above a whisper.

The rooftop erupted in flames, engulfing the pair.

“Come back with me,” Villain said, their voice echoing over the blaze, “I love you, hero.”

The fire was just about to consume them when Hero bolted upright in bed with a shout. They panted, cold sweat making their clothes cling to them. They looked around the room and breathed a sigh of relief. No one was here, it was just a nightmare. Just a nightmare. Hero got up to get a drink of water. They didn’t want to go back to sleep straight away. Out of the corner of their eye, they saw a shadow move. Hero froze.

Hero quietly formed two ice shards, approaching the spot where the shadow moved. They were just about to pull back the curtain when a weight barreled into them, pinning them to the floor.

“I got them!” Sidekick whisper-shouted.

Hero knew it wasn’t very heroic, but they opened their mouth to scream. Hopefully someone would hear them and- too late. Sidekick stuffed a cloth in their mouth at rapid speed and before they knew it, the gag had been secured with several layers of industrial tape wrapped around their head.

“MMM!” Hero tried.

Hero shot beams of ice upward, launching Sidekick off of them. They bolted to the door, but Villain blocked their exit.

“Hero, calm down!” Villain whisper-hissed.

Hero stared with wide, fearful eyes. They shot another beam of ice, which Villain easily melted with a shield of fire. Hero glanced at the window. It was their only chance. They made a beeline for it, but Supervillain appeared in the fire escape.

“Hero, stop,” they said sternly.

Hero glanced wildly around the room as the criminal family closed in around them. They shot a blast of ice in a wide arc, but Villain melted it with a counter-attack. Hero began to hyperventilate. Not again, they couldn’t go back, they couldn’t. They were cornered, they didn’t know what to do.

A sharp pinch in their neck told them they had lost. Hero screamed into the gag, falling to the floor on their knees. They sobbed and cried, holding their hands over their eyes. Villain approached them slowly, crouching down next to them.

“Hero,” they said quietly, “it’s okay- it’s all going to be okay.”

Hero shook their head as their mind and body started to slow down.

“Mm…” they sniffled.

Hero collapsed on the floor, unable to remain kneeling. Villain caught them and held them close.

“Shh,” they soothed, “we’re going home. Just sleep, we’ll take care of everything.”

Against their attempts to fight it, Hero quickly drifted off in Villain’s arms. Supervillain lifted Hero’s suitcase and led the family out of the hotel room. They’d be home soon.

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Dangerous Desires (iv) - Sink or Swim

Check Out: Pt. one, Pt. two Pt. three

Summary: The three of you make it to the hidden sand ahead of schedule. So after the private pool session, what happens now that you and the Captain have only one bed?

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Warnings: POSSIBLE SPOILERS!!! AFABreader x Kakashi, Creep!Kakashi, Dark!Kakashi, pet names, angst, inprotected piv (dont be stupid), oral (f receiving), only one bed (a slay tbh), slight choking, over stimulation, marking, public groping, cum eating, power imbalances, fluffy (?) shower scene, lmk if i missed anything.

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Waking up the next morning was brutal. Your neck was covered in purple bruises, your throat felt sore, your hands were raw from the brutal grip of the log and that’s all without mentioning the soreness between your legs. You rolled out of your sleeping bag, and looked into the early morning sky. The sun was just about to peek out from the horizon. The men were already gathering last night's supplies and tossing them away into their bags. You covered your neck with your sleeping bag quickly. 

“How come you didn’t wake me up?” you yawn. 

“We haven’t been up too long ourselves, plus it wouldn’t be right to disturb you,” the brunette smiled. 

“Don’t do that next time, if you’re up then I'm up.” You said, rolling up your sleeping bag and dusting yourself off. 

“How noble of you,” Gema smirks. You roll your eyes. 

“We opened some canned fruit earlier, go ahead and help yourself. we’re going to be moving soon so eat it on the way if you have to.” Kakashi was busy with his own supplies and sleeping bag as he said this, facing away from you and Gema. 

It amazes you how quickly he can dismiss you in front of others, sometimes you couldn’t believe all the things he’s done to you until he’s doing them all over again. Kissing, groping, and grinding into you with fervor one minute and then back to his nonchalant captain persona within seconds. 

Sure enough, after covering your neck in makeup, you three were back on the route of the hidden sand, sprinting and jumping from tree to tree. Kakashi was sure that if you three didn’t stop often and moved quickly you would be able to make it by nighttime. The two of you didn’t have much to say except for a few complaints, those were quickly shot down by Kakashi marking his dominance with a “just remember as your captain i’ll be writing the mission report, that includes orders not being followed.” That was enough to shut you two up and comply. 

Even though it was hell, eating while constantly moving and almost vomiting back up lunch while desperately needing a few breaks until collapse, Kakashi was right. It must’ve been 11 at night when you three had reached the village hotel.

“Oh, the hidden leaf shinobi. The scrolls we received said that you wouldn’t be arriving until tomorrow.” A sand village kunoichi said. 

“We moved quickly, Lady Tsunade didn’t want us to waste any time helping out the medical team so we made haste.” Kakashi said. 

“That’s great! However there seems to be a problem. With you three arriving a day early we haven’t prepared all the rooms for the three of you to stay in. We wanted to have three rooms available in our building however one of the guests inside of the second room is still inside. I’m sorry but there are only two rooms available for the three of you.” The woman said sadly. oh god. 

“You hear what that means pretty thing? We’re gonna be sharing a room,” Genma says, putting a hand on your shoulder. 

“Absolutely not.” Kakashi says angrily, making Genma jump slightly. The two of you turned around to face him. “She will be sharing a room with me,” he said, his tone much calmer than before. 

“Um… Kakashi-“

“Captain,” he corrected. 

“Captain… Why can’t you share a room with Genma? Wouldn’t it be inappropriate with the two of us in the same room for the night?” You ask. 

“Yeah, and you’re going to be sleeping with each other!” Genma adds on in frustration. 

“The Hokage ordered me to keep a close eye on you, which I promised I would do. If I share the third room with Genma and you take the first, the middle room would be separating us. That means we’d have a problem, the only way to fix it would mean we share the room. And don’t be vulgar Genma, I still have my sleeping bag. Either one of us can take it, however being the captain I'll let her take the bed.” Kakashi explains. 

You want to interject with all of your being, however you can’t think of anything to say to reject it without outing the both of you. 

“Pft, whatever. Does this place have a pool?” Genma asks, turning to the woman in charge. 

“We do! I’ll give you three your keys, each of them can unlock the pool. It’s technically closed tonight but seeing as how you all are here under special circumstances, it’s all yours. We also have bathing suits for you three.” She says, tossing two pairs of keys. She turns around and sets bathing suits on the check in counter. two black swim trunks and a black bikini, it’s in your size. 

The three of you pick up your swimsuits and head to the stairs of the building. you guys are on the third floor, a good length down towards the end of the hallway. You and Kakashi slip into room 333 while Genma unlocks 331. Both you and Kakashi were too tired to argue with Genma about swimming in the private pool, after he wore you down with his protests you two obliged and told him you both would join him in his late night swim. 

You stepped into the room first with Kakashi behind you, quick to shut and lock the door. You threw your swimsuit on the bed and turned to face the silver haired man. 

“You go into the bathroom, I'm changing out here.” You instructed, pointing to the bathroom.

“No.” 

“Well then I'll go.”

“No.” He moves past you and sits on the end of the bed. “Close eye on you, remember? Those shinobi from last night could’ve hurt you. I need to see if you sustained any injuries.”

“They didn’t even touch us, you know that,” 

“You can never be too sure. Now are you going to change? The longer we take, the more suspicious Genma gets.” 

He had you beat. You take your vest off and toss it beside him on the bed. You can tell he’s smirking under his mask. You quickly remove your shirt and bra, replacing it with the swimsuit top. Kakashi locked in on your tits. You make the last part quick, not even looking at him regardless of how many times you saw him adjust himself. 

“Now my turn. You watch me,” He says, sliding his palms up and down his thighs slowly. You felt your core tingle. 

“No way, I’m waiting outside.” You say putting your sandals on. He tsk’s.

“For a medical shinobi you sure don’t take your job seriously. Fucking on the clock first and now shirking your responsibilities of checking for injuries. I wonder how that would translate on the mission report,” He says, squeezing his knee.

You can’t believe that he’s threatening you to watch him strip. You decide to put your feelings aside and give into his authority. You cross your arms and nod for him to start. He grips his waistband and pulls down, thrusting his hips up, gently sliding his pants down his thighs. You look at his toned legs as he continues to strip, forcing yourself to keep your eyes away from his groin. They soon betray you as he kicks his pants off and he moves to his boxers, gently tracing the outline of his hardening cock. You blink away and up to his face, his eye are piercing into yours, breathing heavily as his hands continue up to his chest and remove his green vest. 

You can see a dangerous look in his eye, something tells you to look away from his gaze, so you focus on his shirt. He grabs the bottom of the shirt and pulls up. You realize that his mask will come off with it and your eyes look to where his face will be when it comes off. As he continues pulling up his shirt, he lifts it over his head and you can see that there was a turtleneck-mask under the original one he wore. You huff and he laughs gently at you. 

“What’s wrong?” He asks, obviously mocking you. 

“Nothing, just finish changing so we can get out of here.” 

He continues laughing and he rests his hands on his thighs. You can’t deny how beautiful he looks. His eyes (or eye since his bandana is still over his eye) crinkled shut with his small laughter, his muscles toned and firm, and his dick just seconds away from popping out of his boxers. He pulls his boxers off and out springs his cock, you watch it harden until it sits heavy against his stomach. Your stomach fills with butterflies and you fear that although your bottoms are dark he can see you already starting to soak. He stands up and gets right in front of you, you have to stop yourself from reaching out and touching him. 

“Like what you see?” He asks, his voice dropping an octave. You look just past his erection and at the pair of swim trunks in his hand. 

“Whatever, just hurry up.” To your surprise he does, putting one leg through the designed holes and pulling them up and over his crotch. He quickly adjusts himself and puts his sandals on too, then tosses his headband onto the nightstand. 

You walk over to the door and unlock it, then open it slightly before his large hand comes out from behind you and slams it shut. His other hand grazes gently up your thigh and onto your hip, before giving your ass a small squeeze. Your breath bitches and he rests his covered lips against the shell of your ear. 

“You look good in black,” he whispers. You shudder and gently reach your hand out to move his hand off the door and open it again. You step out and see Genma facing away from your door. He turns around when he hears it shut behind him and smiles, holding up his room and pool keys. 

“Took you long enough. It’s cool though, I made full use of the working toilet too.”  he laughs, assuming one or both of you had a bathroom problem. You groan, more embarrassed of this than what actually happened. 

When the three of you make it to the pool, Genma wasn’t lying about it being private for the rest of the night. He quickly dives into the deep end, abandoning his hat on a nearby outdoor lounge chair. As he’s under the water, Kakashi lightly smacks your ass, signaling you to move closer to the pool. You do and put a foot in the water, it’s cold. He doesn’t care and puts a hand to the small of your back, slowly pushing you in deeper. You suck air in through your teeth as the cold water hits your warm skin. After you’re half way in he abandons you and walks over to the side of the pool, sitting down on the edge and letting his feet soak in the cold water. He pulls out a small orange book, the one you recognize from the office the first day you two fucked met. 

You watch as Genma rises to the surface, and opens his eyes once his face reaches the air. He sees you and starts swimming over to the shallower end you’re standing in. Genma stops once he’s close enough to you and stares at your breasts, sitting perky in the hotel provided bikini. 

“I knew I was gonna want to see you in your swimsuit. Looking good, Doc. Can’t believe you made me wait until today to see you like this.” He flirts. Again you’re scared of what Kakashi will do, knowing full well he’s eavesdropping. You look over and see that he’s white knuckle-ing the book, not looking up from the text he’s stopped reading. 

“You’re disgusting,” you say, splashing him with a quick swat of the water. It hits him in the face and he laughs. 

“You know you like it. Hey, wanna see something?” He says. You shrug, he has your attention better than you let off. 

“Watch this,” he puts a hand on the surface of the water, small ripples forming under the touch of his fingertips and into the bigger ripples made by the two of you. He smirks and suddenly the pool around you slowly stops rippling, the water going perfectly still. Your eyes widen, looking at the flat water. Suddenly you see small water droplets rising into the air between you and Genma. The droplets shine and sparkle, looking like small starts lit up by the pool lights in the night. 

“Woah, it’s beautiful.” You're starstruck. 

“I thought you’d like it.” He says softly, his lips then curl into a devious grin. You look at him confused before the water droplets come crashing into your face, you yelp in shock, even though it didn’t hurt. He laughs at you. “I also thought you’d fall for that.” 

You roll your eyes, swatting water at him again. You watch Kakashi get up from the edge, placing his book at a nearby coffee table. He walks over to the shallow side you're on and steps down the small stairs over to you and Genma. You start to worry as to what might happen. 

“Such a show off, I shouldn’t be surprised.” Kakashi says, you can hear the cynicism in his tone that Genma doesn’t pick up on. 

“Don’t say it like that, Captain. You make me sound full of myself, I'm just playing around.” Genma laughs, playfully hitting Kakashi's shoulder with the back of his hand. 

“Do I? It was your idea to invite us for night swimming and you didn’t even bring us any towels.”

“Oh shit, my bad. I’m sorry you’re right, you two are gonna freeze when you get out. I’ll be right back, I’ll go grab you some from my room.” Genma says, climbing up the stairs behind you and Kakashi. He closes the pool's gate and after a few seconds you two can’t hear him anymore. 

Kakashi steps closer to you, however you step forward and away from him. That is until he grabs your shoulder, pulling your back into his chest. 

“I’m going to give him a talking to. I don’t like the way he talks to you. I hate the way he looks at you too.“ He gripped your shoulders tighter, eliciting a small noise out of you. 

“Please don’t, I don’t want to lose any potential friends.” You sounded scared, worried Kakashi's lecture would stray Genma or eventually others away. 

“Pft- yeah. Friend… sure.” He sarcastically huffed into your ear. “Well then if you’re so adamant about me keeping quiet to him, maybe that means I just have to show you your place.” He whispers, his hips trail their way to your ass. 

“W-what do you mean?” you ask, feeling the sharp pang in your abdomen strike again. 

“I think you need to be reminded that I'm the only one who’s allowed to flirt with you. You belong to me, I refuse to be disrespected like this.” He slams his hips into you, his erection fitting snug between your clothed ass. Your breath hitches and you look around to see if anyone is able to see you two. 

“I don’t mean any disrespect, I’m sure Genma doesn’t either,” you plead. You’re not sure as to why you remain respectful to this man, especially after he’s claimed you as his own without your permission. 

Maybe it’s because the feeling of his hand sliding down to your chest is too good to pass up in a fit of disobedience, or maybe it’s because the way he’s breathing down your neck has you creating your own little pool between your legs. You absentmindedly push your hips back, trying to feel more of his cock through the articles of clothing you both are wearing. 

“You’re so naughty, pushing my buttons just so i can fuck you good. You’ve asked for it now, pretty girl.” He adjusts his mask and bites softly into your right earlobe. With one hand on your tit, the other trails down into your bikini bottoms, stopping at the top of your mound. You whine as you arch your back, the familiar feeling of hot blood rushing to your face as he starts to trail his fingers down to your core, playing with your slick. 

“I’ve been too nice to you for too long, I don’t want you getting spoiled now. Maybe I just need to remind you what you are to me,” he whispers seductively, nipping your soft flesh, licking away the pain. 

“Oh fuck- what… what am I?” you ask, not sure you want to know the answer. 

“You’re mine, you belong to me.” He says this demandingly, almost no hint of warmth in his voice at all. His voice is as firm as his dick, which he’s now starting to thrust into your ass with impatience. You feel yourself getting wetter as he runs circles on your clit, it’s so good you can’t internalize his words. You moan, gripping his wrist tightly, grinding your hips down on his hand. 

“Is that what you want? To be my little possession? Do you want to belong to me, sweet girl?” He smirks as his eyes narrow, licking a stripe along your jawline. You whine in response, too scared to object but too high on his fingers to worry about what he’s saying too much. 

“I… I don’t… know.” You shamefully huff between moans. “Please… don’t bring Genma into this,” you blush, listening to footsteps approaching from farther away.

“Then stop fucking flirting with him. If he tries anything I’ll make it even. No one messes with you, not while I’m around.” He death grips your tit, the footsteps getting louder. “I’m being serious when I tell you that nobody is allowed to mess with you, anyone who tries won’t stay long in the village,” he whispers, his tone dark and stern. 

Kakashi quickly pulls his mask up and lets go of you, moving away from your flustered self in the pool. Moments later, Genma opens the gate and walks in with fresh towels in his hands. 

“I brought the towels, I’ll set them on the table.” Genma moves over and sets the warm towels next to Kakashi’s book. You look over to Kakashi and he shoots you a knowing look from underneath his mask. You can tell that staying around long is going to get you in trouble, so you walk up the stairs and over to Genma.

“Thanks, I'm thinking I'm going to call it a night.” You pick up a towel and wrap it around you. Genma frowns.

“Aw man, seriously? Well I guess it’s getting late anyways. I guess it’ll just be me and you tonight huh, captain?” Genma asks, turning to Kakashi who’s getting up the stairs. 

“Sorry Genma, but I'm with her on this one. It’s getting late and I want to get a good night's sleep, especially since I’m taking the floor.” Kakashi says, taking the second towel and wrapping it around his waist. Genma sighs.

“Well then I guess we’ll all call it a night. I wish I stayed longer with you guys, I missed team bonding.” Genma says, throwing his towel over his shoulder, smiling at the two of you. 

“We can all hang out tomorrow after we help out the medical unit here, don’t worry.” You smile back. 

“I agree, whatever you want Genma, however tonight i’m calling it early. Let’s go back to our rooms. We have a lot of work tomorrow.” Kakashi says, walking towards the gate. You and Genma follow until you all reach the third story hallway and down to the door of your rooms. 

“Good night you two,” Genma says, giving you both a small wave before walking through his door and shutting it behind him. 

You unlock the door with your key and walk through, immediately heading towards the bathroom and tossing your towel on the lid of the toilet. You shut the door and start the shower water. As you remove your top the door opens behind you and Kakashi steps through. You yelp and quickly cover yourself, embarrassed. 

“Is there room for another?” He says, dropping his towel. You don’t shake your head no and he opens the shower curtain looking inside. “Funny, cause that’s not what I'm seeing. Get in, we can save water.” He orders, clearly looking for an excuse to see you naked again. 

He drops his swim trunks and they land at his ankles, quickly stepping out of them and into the shower. Your body quickly makes its own decision before it reaches your brain and you join him, cursing yourself silently. He smiles under his mask, and brings a soapy wash towel to your neck, rubbing off the dirt and makeup you have covering his marks. As the marks become more visible so does his erection, and you have to fight yourself to keep your eyes off of it. 

“I missed seeing these,” he mumbled, moving down to your chest and gently cleaning your torso. He groans, seeing you soapy and wet and you nearly melt. 

You looked over his shoulder and saw another cloth with a bar of soap on it. You reached around him and grabbed both, lathering the small towel with the bar. You then decided to clean his neck, as far up his face covering as you could, and gently scrub his shoulders. He exhaled deeply, pulling you closer to him. 

He trailed his hands down and started washing your hips, kneading the flesh as he worked. You moved your cloth down to his abs, tracing the muscles with the soapy cloth and cleaning away the day's sweat and chlorine. Kakashi smiled under his mask, eyeballing you as he worked. 

“Take your time, don’t be shy. Come here,” He said, putting the cloth down and grabbing a bottle of shampoo.

 He squirted the shampoo into his hand, then rubbed it with the other before massaging the product into your scalp. You sighed, his nimble fingers working the bubbles through your hair and pulling you in closer so the water could wash it out. You grabbed the bottle yourself and poured some into your palm working it between both hands. You reached up to his hair and scrubbed his scalp deeply. He sank lower to you so you could get a better angle. His soft hair was soon completely lathered and yet you still kept running your hands through his hair. 

Kakashi put his hands on your shoulders and brought you into his chest, letting the water run down the both of you. His thumb rubbing up and down your shoulder tenderly. You looked up at him through your wet hair and he looked down at you, scarlet eye on display for you. You reached out, your thumb tracing the part of his scar under his eye. 

“How’d you get this?” you lightly rasped. His face dropped before his eyes pierced into you longingly. his hands cupped your face and brought his clothed lips to yours. 

“Turn around, I have to wash your back.” He said, turning you around. He lightly scrubbed you, massaging your back while he cleaned you. You hummed, closing your eyes as the suds ran down your body. 

After your shower you two stepped out and he wrapped a towel around the both of you. He picked you up, wrapping your legs around his waist. He brought you to the end of the bed, lying you down and quickly kissing you with his clothed lips. You try to pinch and pull down his mask before he grabs your wrist. 

“Why won’t you let me see you?” You ask, brows furrowed. 

“Because you won’t let me see you either,” he says with a raspy voice hiding his face from you. 

He stands up, the towel joining you together dropping to your sides. He stares at you lying naked for a second with a contemplative look on his face. He grabs his headband he left on his nightstand and leans over you. He puts the cloth around your eyes, the metal plate on the other side, then tilts your head forward to tie it in the back. 

You lay back down, naked and slightly cold before you feel his chest against yours and the feeling of the bed underneath you dip. You part your lips slightly, unable to see anything but you know he has to be close. He is, and he kisses you softly, you lightly moan at the feeling of his warm lips. You put your hand on his lower back, trailing it up his neck slowly as he attacks your lips with his own. You can’t help but to open your mouth to invite him in deeper, his tongue swirling with yours. 

You felt his hands grab at your legs lifting them onto the bed and you bent them at his sides. He slid up until his dick was lying on top of your mound. You moaned into his lips, the yearning of being filled by him taking over. He started to grind against you and you arched your back into him, rubbing your tits against his chest. Your nipples hardened at the feeling of his warm, stiff body on top of you and you wrapped your arms around his neck, deepening your kiss. 

Kakashi moved lower, and kissed your neck as he grabbed his cock and rubbed his head up and down your folds. You bucked your hips up, your mouth falling open each time his head nuzzled your clit. He smirked as he spread your juices up and down your cunt and then started to kiss you lower and lower. He planted open mouth sloppy kisses over your stomach as he backed away. He got on his knees and the loss of his body on yours made you frown. That is until his left hand gripped your thigh, pulling you closer to the end of the bed. Your heart raced, unable to see Kakashi or anything else, completely oblivious to the world around you. 

“Fuck sweet girl, I’ve gotta taste how sweet you really are.”

A soft kiss was placed on your inner thigh, then a rougher one that was filled with tongue and teeth. You moaned, feeling your tender skin get sucked purple and let go to be caressed with Kakashi's hot tongue. You squirmed, unable to stop yourself from trying to escape Kakashi's overstimulation. That it’s until he stopped making out with your thighs and moved on somewhere a little higher. You mewled as your thighs spread further.

“Good girl, keep those legs open for me. just like that.”

A kiss was placed at your clit and Kakashi's tongue poked out between his lips, caressing your sensitive bud. You moaned, slapping a hand to your mouth so as to not wake your room neighbors. Kakashi desperately wanted to take his time with you, he wanted to have you on that bed for hours, savoring your flavor the whole time as he opened you up for cock. But you were just too good for him to slow down. He gripped your thigh harder as he swirled his tongue around your cunt, tasting your sweet juices, he wrapped his right hand around his dick and started to fuck his fist. The taste of you on his tongue with you choking on your own moans was a work of art to him. He brought his hand to your cunt, his thumb flicking up and down your swollen clit as he laps at your pussy. 

He removes his thumb and rubs two fingers along your dripping hole, before plunging inside as you moan against your palm. You clench around his fingers, whining for more. 

“Already begging me for more? I’ve just started sweet girl and you’re already this stupid?” He chuckles slightly. 

He sucks your clit, then lets it go to lick at it again in a torturous cycle of pleasure as he finger fucks you. You rut your hips down, grinding onto his tongue, fingers and nose as he plunges inside and out, caressing that spot of yours each time addictively. You try to force yourself to keep your legs spread as his mouth becomes too much too soon, and you're quivering as slick and spit is covering your thighs. You’re seeing stars under your mask, hearing his muffled moans and slurps as well as the sticky sound of his hand rubbing up and down his cock.

“Kakashi-“ you whine behind your hand, your legs shaking on their own accord. He looks up, jerking himself to you wearing his headband and leaking down his fingers. 

Your hands grip onto his soft, wet hair as your core clenched with bursts of pure ecstasy. He pumps his fingers inside of you as he devours your cunt like a starved man. you finally feel yourself come undone, whining shamelessly and bucking into his face, gripping his hair tighter. He groaned, feeling you gush all over his face and hand as he continued to jerk himself off. He could’ve come right there. 

He stopped fisting his dick and used both hands to grab each of your thighs, fingers gripping down unforgivingly as he eats you out like you were his last meal. He pushes his warm tongue in and out of you, drinking in your arousal as you shake underneath him. 

You try pushing him away as the pleasure becomes too much, but that just makes him try even harder to overstimulate you until you’re moaning his name like it’s the only word you know. 

He gets off his knees and moves his hands up to your waist, knowing fully well he isn’t too far behind himself. He leans down to kiss you and you open your mouth, readily accepting his tongue and tasting your arousal as he lines himself up to your entrance and slowly thrusts inside. He pushes further inside you until he bottoms out with a groan. He starts slowly, strategically thrusting into you to hit your g-spot each time. He knows he is when your legs spasm under him and you choke with his tongue in your mouth. You keep your hands on both sides of his face, trying to memorize the inside of his mouth with your tongue alone. 

Kakashi soon snaps his hips into you with vicious strength, as you writhe underneath him in bliss. He has to hold you down even harder to keep you from squirming around everywhere as he drills into you, your juices coating both of your guys’ legs and filling the room with obscene squelches. You can feel each vein of his shaft as he pummels you, his dick stretching you out so beautifully painful is as addictive as it was the first time. 

“Fuck- It’s too much… please,” you moan, your tears soaking through the navy blue material. 

“That’s it, pretty girl just like that. Are you gonna coat my cock like you did to my face?” He whispers into your ear, biting on your earlobe again. “So fucking wet, you’ve been needing this, huh?” he asks as his thrusts are getting rougher and sloppier. You nod, regretting your answer immediately. 

His tongue glided over your bottom lip, sweeping over your cheek and down to your neck where he kissed passionately at his purple crime scene. You were about to come again and choke his cock until you felt one hand leave your waist and land around your neck, squeezing the sides of it. You moaned, face going hot from overstimulation. 

“Fuck- Kashi- shit that’s so good,” you whined, fluttering around his cock. You felt pleasure prickle at your spine, arching your back and feeling him impossibly deeper inside. 

“Ugh- all for me, pretty thing. You’re all for me, this pussy, these tits, l- fuck- it’s for me and me alone,” He grunts low as his pace doesn’t let up. 

“Please- fuck! I’m going to cum,” you cry, you can’t help but to try and grab for your blind fold until he grips hard at your wrists. He brings your hand up to his face, nibbling on your wrist.

“Don’t touch that. You’re going to be good for me or else I won't let you come,” He spits, soothing his bites with his tongue. 

“I’ll do it for you, I’m just so close,” you blubber. Kakashi smirks. 

“Come on this fucking cock then, show me you how badly you need to be mine. Give me what i want,” he growls in your ear, then back to biting your wrists. 

You let out a string of vulgar noises and curses, your body shaking underneath his, and pussy gushing around his dick. You’re seeing white regardless of the headband around your eyes. You come to and soon enough you feel his throbbing cock slide out of you, the bed dipping to your left. You feel a hand against your right cheek turn your head to the left, then squeeze your face until your mouth opens. Kakashi removes your blindfold, when you look up at him he’s kneeling to your left, stroking himself off, his now dry mask back on his face. A few more pumps and he’s groaning, spilling his warm cum into your mouth, blissfully watching you swallow his spend. 

After a few minutes you both walk to the bathroom and brush your teeth, Kakashi offers to do it for you but after coming to your senses via post-nut-clarity, you reject him and get to bed quickly. He follows after, pulling up the sheets and laying next to you. You turn to your side, facing away from him. 

“You said you were going to sleep on your sleeping bag,” you start cautiously. You pause and his silence speaks volumes. “But I guess this is okay.”

“Oh really? I didn’t know I needed your permission,” he mocks, throwing an arm over you and sliding you into his chest. You’re too tired to try and get away from him, but even if you weren’t, you’re not sure if you’d want to anyways. 

You turn around, placing a hand on his abdomen until he lays down on his back. Then you scooch closer and lay your head in between his armpit and chest. Why not? You already fucked him. You feel him breathing deeper underneath you, yet his heartbeat is slightly faster. You stay like this for a moment before he speaks,

“I meant what I said before, in the pool. You’re mine, and if anyone tries anything with you I will do what I see fit.” He says. You feel your hands go clammy, and you attempt to back off but he holds a hand against your back. “Don’t be that way. I know you like to hear it, that nothing comes between you and I. Doesn’t it make you feel special?” He asked, a sense of desperation in his voice. 

You have to admit it, it does. In a weird way it’s sort of flattering. You stay silent for a moment. 

“But it also scares me,” you say. What you don’t realize is that you’re speaking for the both of you. While you might be in fear of what he might do to another person or even to you, so is he. More so for that matter. 

Kakashi has never had this kind of stuff leave his fantasies. He keeps his nose in his books to drown out the deafening silence in his life. His friends and family have left him, his students have left him, his mentor has left him and his comrades have left him too. It seems that whenever he gets close to someone, they either end up leaving in the long run or end up with the cold fate of death. Like hell if he’s letting that happen to you.

Kakashi has also never been clingy. When his students left him to study under another, he encouraged them (only two) to seek out what they needed in a different mentor. He knew it would hurt but he also knew couldn’t hold them back. You’re a different story. He knows that you’re beautiful, smart, hardworking and kind, and because of that he knows he’s in trouble. It only took a second for him to become attached to you, and in that second he knew he couldn’t lose you. He would see you go out and flirt with others, dying inside in fear he would lose you before he even got to you. Now that he has some part of you, he has to keep you all to himself. 

Obsessed with this tragic theory that the world is out to get him and take all who he holds dear, he can’t help but treat you like you’re the last girl on earth. You’re more precious to him than diamonds, and while you may strike a flame in his heart and his loins you also strike him in the pit of his stomach. He’s terrified of what he’s becoming, someone who’s letting their guard down, someone who’s quick to get attached, someone who’s getting soft. But when he’s alone with you, he can’t help but to love these feelings that remind him he’s still human, regardless of the voices in his head screaming at him to stop before it’s too late. But a part of him knows that it already is. He tilts his face to you. 

“Awww, is someone scared of their big, bad, captain?” He taunts, you slowly nod to appease him. However, there’s a hint of truth in your answer. He laughs lightly. 

“Well good, it means you know your place. Just remember, I can scare you like this if I wanted to,” he pulls you in closer, kissing your forehead. “Or I can treat you like this if I wanted to. And there’s not a damn thing you can do about it.” With his free arm he placed it on the back of your head bringing it closer to his chest. 

“So how did you get that scar?” You ask, desperately trying to change the subject. 

“Why did you leave your village?” He asks, trying to do the same. You take a deep breath in before shakily exhaling it. 

“I don’t come from a good place. All of our officials put out ordinances that only affected our local economy to sustain tourists and travelers. Our community wasn’t more than that. My parents were always too busy with work to ever come home and spend time with me. And growing up I didn’t have very many friends, the only ones I did usually got sick and couldn’t afford medicine or proper healthcare since it was so sparse. I hated seeing people I loved die of preventable illnesses, and what I hated even more was being alone.” You spoke sadly, Kakashi listening in to every word. 

“What did your parents do for a living?” 

“They own a restaurant,” you say with a small

smile, remembering your mother and fathers home cooked meals. He smiled back from under his mask. 

“Maybe we can go sometime?” He asks, there’s hope in his voice. You chuckle lightly, before your face settles in an uncertain expression.

“I don’t think I want to go back anytime soon.” You look away from him. 

“Why not?”

“It brings back bad memories. I hated being so lonely back then, I don’t want to ever feel that way again.” He frowns at your words.

“You won’t,” Kakashi says, running his hand up and down your hair. “Not while I'm around.” 

You felt his arms wrap around you and envelope you completely. You placed your head in between his neck, breathing in his natural scent mixed with the soap from earlier. You want to stay up, keep yourself awake to sneak a peek, but you feel bad and close your eyes instead. You quickly go slack in his muscles arms, and you're clouded completely with sleep.

PART FIVE OUT NOW!!!!!

Authors Note: I knew I REALLY wanted a "there's only one bed" chapter but I couldn't do that without writing just a little bit of fluff. I haven't written fluff in like... forever. so I apologize ahead of time if its lame. Also I don't wanna risk getting my stuff taken down so the next two chapters will probs be like this. ("Machi" and "Gale" your chapter will be next)

Thank you for reading! Check out prev chapters if you havent!

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[wayfayrr]

Hi, Moss!!

First of all, congratulations on 300 followers!!

I'd like to request some soft buttered rum with a yule log to eat in for the event!

I usually lurk in the shadows, but for this milestone, I thought I'll come forth from the darkness hehe <3

You're so awesome, I love all of your stuff, ESPECIALLY the self aware fics!!!!

I hope you have a great day/night <33

~Fi 🐝✨️

here's your order for you fi, it's very nice to see you in the light like this <3

Sorry that this one is shorter than the others so far </3 (there's a little context in the tags but I'm not gonna get into everything rn) soft twi is fun though, he's just a bit of a simp and a menace ain't he? just a soft boy with too many puppy vibes for his own good! even though this one is a little shorter I can promise there's more twi coming soon.

I'm glad you like the self-aware fics too!!! they're my pride and joy to write, seeing how many ways they can be taken and how fun every link could be in the situation. I've got wild on the back burner right now but he'll be one of the first to be up after I finish the event works

[Event masterlist]

“you like the snow Wolfie?” 

Twi's acting like a puppy right now, bounding around the field, occasionally stopping to shake off the snow. It’s nice to see him acting more carefree for once, seeing as he’s usually more stressed out about wild getting into trouble and such but for now he can just be more comfortable. 

It’s not for too long though as he shifts back after my question, by the look on his face probably because I’ve not been as active as he would like me to be right now. 

“Do you not darlin’?” 

Why does he look so smug. What is he planning to d- 

“LINK! Link that’s freezing come on.”

He’s not even listening, just snickering as he’s preparing another snowball. Well two can play at this game can’t they? 

I’ve just got to hit him more than he can hit me, simple enough right, should be fine not like he’s a hero who probably has much more everything than me. If I just - 

“You alright rancher? Got a little something on your face there.”

The way his nose scrunched up was downright adorable, even though only seconds later his own snowball was buried into my hair. The melted water running down onto my neck only fueled my desire to throw another. It was simply instinct for me to start making another…

Well start on it before he tackled me anyways.

“Whu- hey. What’s - what was that for?”

“Isn’t this more fun darlin’?”

“Twi come onnn.”

“I prefer this so much more [name]... unless you’d prefer that I go back to covering you with snow?”

“Oh so you’re playing like that then?”

If he wasn’t so stupidly strong I would so have flipped this on him already, but sadly he is stupidly strong even when he’s not putting any effort into it. Not that he’s really doing anything besides holding my wrists above my head and laughing lightly. 

“Are you planning on anything then?”

“Do you want me to do anything?”

“I - I mean… why wouldn’t I?”

Something shifted in his demeanour then, as he stopped laughing, his hands slipping to my waist as he stared into my eyes entranced. 

“You’d let me?”

“It’s you, twi of course I would.”

"... May I kiss you then?"

#sorry these will be a bit shorter from now on #I'm not doing well at all lol #fighting the urge to go completely awol and delete the entirety of my online presence currently ;-; #which is why I left the discord kgjvkjgv #but anyway writing is cheaper than therapy sooooo #gonna fight tooth and nail to keep on going even if it's a little less overall because I'm burning out a lil ig #january am I right? :) #moss✦writes #tp link x reader #link x reader #linked universe x reader #lu twilight #lu twilight x reader

[nelissecrectplace]

Void

ch 4

neteyam x reader

word count: 4k

Language: ‘evi - child (affectionate)

summary: Your relationship with Neteyam seems to only grow more complicated as it’s announced you are too be mates. With feelings and secrets exposed everything starts to change as you start drifting from the boy you use to know. Years pass and while things seem to be looking up it all plummets when a new star in the sky makes itself known.

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The next few months there was no doubt in your mind that the Neteyam had been avoiding you. At first you thought maybe it was a coincidence that he was busy every time you stopped by or had to leave as soon as you would enter. The responsibility’s of a warrior was new to him, so he was probably taking time to adjust or adding extra training. After a while though, it was painfully obvious it was intensional, he was acting as if you carried a disease.

One evening your mind was especially troubled by this. That morning you had tried to approach the boy, your eyes had met, but before you could call out to him he quickly reached to his side pulling Kyna near him. The girl wore a smug look as she passed you almost as if to smear in your face that she had won even though the clan knew you and Neteyam were to be mated. You felt hurt and even more rejected than before by this action, you knew he regretted that night by the mossy rock but did he really have to chose Kyna? The one girl who openly shamed you at the celebration, for the thing you could not control.

“Hey, what’s wrong?” Kiri’s calm voice spoke from next to you as she plopped herself down next to you on a log.

“It’s Neteyam,” You let out a long sigh as you leaned into kiri “Ever since our engagement was announced he has been cold towards me.” Your ears drooped as you looked down at your bare legs, not needing to wear your skirt around your friend. “The night of his iknimaya he called me beautiful and I feel asleep in his arms by a pond, I think he regrets it. I think those words were meant for another na’vi.” Kiri listened intently as you told her all the details about Kyna, how Neteyam has been avoiding you, and how you yearn for him.

“y/n, you are one of the most beautiful women in our village he is a fool for not jumping in joy. I can talk to him if you want.”

“There is no need kiri, he has made up his mind. He does not wish to spend his days with a half breed.” Sulking you brung your curls around your shoulder to cover your breast. Tsking kiri swiped them back behind your frame.

“He is a fool, now come, I’ll wash your hair for you.” You followed her into the hot spring as you both dipped your hair. A good washday with kiri helped cleanse your troubled soul, it was nice to bask in the heat of the pool and have all your worries float away. Sadly you guys could not stay there until you melted away, kiri had forgotten all her hair stuff at her pod. You playfully rolled your eyes as she announced her mistake. The two of you quickly prepared to travel down.

You threw your skirt over your soaked loincloth , you liked to think of your loincloth as a ‘bikini bottom’ because you found the word the sky people’s used to describe your little cloth humorous. Of course you did not walk around exposed, your skirt did a nice job of covering most your skin. Your hair was still dripping as you mounted kiris Ikran but the animal did not seem to mind as it flew with the urgency the both of you felt. You reached highcamp in no time as you both ran off the Ikran giggling with eachother along the way. Your hair was still soaked as you reached their pod, you and kiri rushed in to her corner as she drew her make shift curtain shut.

“Can you give me another pair of bottoms, and is anyone going to be home soon? My skirt is uncomfortably wet.” Laughing at your pitiful look kiri tossed you a new set of clothes

“No one should be home til after the communal dinner.” You celebrated at that information as you shimmied out of your skirt and cloths, putting on the dry ones kiri gave to you. It felt strange not having something skin tight to cover your breast as you placed her decorative necklace top on. Unlike you kiri preferred loser tops while you loved the one that fit you tight, often times wrapping around your frame or shoulders

“Not having that skirt on feels so freeing, i’m thinking about getting rid of it.”

Kira’s ears perked up at your words as she finished putting her dry cloths on.

“Y/n oh my Eywa yes! The clan would be blessed to see your all of your beauty, and than we can match our outfits!” The girl beamed her ideas as you felt your cheeks burn at her compliments

“I do love the cloth that hang from your loincloths.” Your hands trailed on the square fabric that your covers lacked as you admired the outfit you were borrowing.

“You could also just wear the ones you have now, your ‘bikini bottoms’” Laugher broke in the pod out as kiri used the weird sky people word.

“Now back to our original plan.” You both regained your composure as you began to brush out your hair. Kiri always helped you first because in order to get the comb through your locks it had to still be wet while her hair did not take much effort. Some days she would just leave it natural, you wanted to try her way.

“Do you think I could just let my curls be?” Kiri only hummed in approval as she went to get some oils for you to run through your hair.

“It’s perfect if you do, I also forgot my hair ties in the healers tent.” Laughing at her forgetfulness you waved her off to go find them. She smiled shyly as she left, not forgetting to hand you the oils.

“be back soon!”Hollering the girl left the pod as you heard her footsteps quickly disappear. You began to rub the oil through your curls as you looked into the reflective surface the sullys kept. You could not quite remember the name but it was fairly useful letting you see all the places you had missed.

Suddenly you heard footsteps enter the pod. “Wow talk about record speed.” You said as you continue to style your natural curls. When you got no response confusion swept over you as you looked behind you. There stood Neteyam in all his glory. Sadness settled in your stomach as all the events of the past couple months came up again. All the feeling of sadness. No words were said as he looked at you with his fierce eyes an awkward silence consumed the pod, you could cut the tension with a rotted leaf.

“Neteyam! What is taking so long, the other are waiting!” A whiny voice soon interrupted the long stare as Kyan forced herself into the pod. Her eyes seemed to land on you and almost immediately she let out a scream/ laugh.

“Oh my god! Is that thing your tail?!” She cackled as she looked at you and with all the commotion 3 other young na’vi poked their head into the tent. They all shared a shocked look as they looked you up and down. Scrambling to your feet you quickly face the other way hoping to hide your tail, but that did not do much as their was a mirror behind you. Making your rear side even more visible. You felt exposed as their eyes burned into you. Some of them laughed as the others made comments you could not hear but you knew it was not positive as the other na’vis only snickered. Trying to hide behind your hair was a fail, it could only reach your waist but in the moment it was the only thing you could do.

“Everyone out of my home!” Neteyams voiced seemed to silence the commotion as it dripped with an anger you had never seen before. He grabbed Kyan by her shoulder as he harshly pushed her out of his pod, hissing at the na’vi that poked their heads in. You watched as his hands tied the door shut, his movement were fast as he made sure all the curtains were closed.

Exhaling deeply Neteyam turned his body towards you. You felt exposed as his eyes scanned your body, finally seeming to be acknowledging your presence for the first time in months. Uncomfortable you hugged your body as you looked back at the boy with glossy eyes. Not only had your feelings from the past month been brought to the surface but the harsh reality that your secret was out was starting to set in as you watched his gaze shift down to your tail.

Neteyam could hear his heart pounding in his ears as he took you in. He would like to think it was from the rage of the other na’vi seeing you but he knew it wasn’t. Pushing you away had only seems to make him want you more. He felt foolish knowing that you resented the engagement, and did not see him but he could not help it. His heart only seemed to pick up its pace as his eyes scanned your newly revealed lower half as a purple hue rose to his cheeks.

“Y/n I- are you ok?” Cutting off his own sentence the boy slowly made his way towards you. Looking up again you could not control the way rage overturned your once teary eyed face.

“Am I ok?” Scoffing your repeat his question looking at him with accusatory eyes. “You have not spoken to me in 4 months, gotten cuddly with the only na’vi that openly insults me, and my tail has been exposed to the clan, what do you think?!?!” The harness in your voice made the older boys ears droop, he looked as if he was a kicked puppy. Normally you would fold but you were too hurt to care as you felt tears of anger slide down your cheeks.

The boy felt guilty as you spoke your words. He wanted to save you from every having to shed tears again, but as he processed your words his own anger and resentment rose to the top.

“I have been with Kyna because of you, and what did you expect after the words you said in my pod!” Neteyam voice slightly raised as he poked your chest with and accusatory finger. The force made you take a step back and as your regained your balance rage consumed your body.

“Me?!” Hissing at the boy your tail whipped from side to side with aggression. “You’re the one who led me on! You were so intimate with me that night in the forest then after that you act as if I am a disease!”

Reacting to your aggressive actions the boy stood tall as he used his height to tower over you. “I have done no such thing! You said you could never see me!”

“Yet you act as if our engagement is a burden! You are ashamed to be promised to a freak! Running to be with Kyna as if you are replacing me with something you desire!”

For one you did not cower as the boy stared down at you with the same fury you had in your eyes.

“I went to her for a distraction!”

“From what?!”

“From you!”

Silence fell over the room as you tried to dissect the boys words. You did not know if his word were positive or negative.

“I do not understand.” Lowering your voice you felt the anger leave you as you looked up at the boy. He managed to back you into the mirror as you felt the cold surface graze your tail. You flinched as you felt the na’vi grab your waist, he quickly turned you around, and your eyes were met with your reflexions in the mirror. Pulling you into him the boy slid his arms under yours as his head rested on the top of yours. You felt his swallow thickly before his hands began to sign. You watched his hands intently as they moved through the motions you had taught him, you felt as if something had been caught in your throat.

‘I see you’

You felt his heart thump in his chest as he pressed himself against you, and how his hands slightly shook as you placed your tinier ones on his. You removed your body from his hold as you turned to face him holding his hands in yours.

“I can not trust you with my heart. Not after these months…I thought I saw you.” Your tone was drowned in silence as you softly spoke to the boy. You felt how his body tensed and saw how his tail dropped at your response.

“Y/n im sorry, please.” Neteyam pleaded as he cupped your hands. You only shook your head as you pulled away from his grasp.

“I will not be played with again.” With that you made your way out the pod. You did not dare to look at the boy as you left, tears dropping down your own face. Your father always said the first love hurt the most and right now you felt as if he was right.

You did not care how many heads you turned as you walked back to your pod. The secret was out anyway and you were too lost in your own sorrows to even care. You wanted to trust the boy, but you were scared, especially after he proved that he could live just fine while he left you in torment.

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That night you did not go to the communal dinner. You knew your father was worried because once he entered the pod he placed freshly picked Yovo fruits in front of you. He commonly displayed these little acts of affection but the sheer amount of fruit your eyes landed upon you knew that the man was troubled. He always spoiled you extra when he felt that you were down.

“‘Evi, why have you discarded your leg cover? Did something happen?”

Bam there it was. The prying of a concerned father.

“The kids found out…I can no longer hide.” Ears dropping you stared down at the yovo fruit in your hands. No word were exchanged as your father sat next to you and trailed his large hands along your back. You did not need to say anymore, your father always understood. He was the greatest comfort you had in your life, no matter what happened he would always be there.

“I love you dad.”

“You are my world ‘evi, I will be here when you want to share the full story.”

A hum left your throat as you rested your body against his side. An old Metkayina tune met your ears as you felt yourself drift from consciousness. Your father gently ran his hands through your curls as you drifted off to a peaceful sleep. You did not know how precious these memories would be to you.

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Ever since you turned Neteyam down things have not been the same. If he got injured he would request treatment from anyone but you, the boy did not ignore you but he did not pursue you like he use it. It was understandable as you did reject him but you still missed the connection you use to have.

Almost as if sensing the change Lo’ak had become a regular part of your day. The free time you would have spent with Neteyam was now spent with his mischievous baby brother, 90% of the time going places your father would not approve of. He took you deep into the forest on some of the most beautiful and thrilling adventures you had been one since you had come to clan.

The boy seems more drawn to you ever since your tail had been exposed. You understood the connection knowing he had always felt like the odd one out in his family. Of course your differences were more extreme. Surprisingly the reveal of your tail did not bring teasing but instead it seemed to make you more popular than before. You had even gained some friends, they took great interest in your differences. Kyna was not pleased with this and you could tell her resentment for you only grew as more and more female na’vi close to her began to have a distaste for you.

Your relationship with the Sullys did not waver as your family’s kept a strong bond. Every time you were at their pod things seems as normal as they always been. Occasionally you would catch yourself looking at Neteyam, he had become colder with his family and stricter on his siblings. He spent most of his time with his father preparing for his future role as clan leader. You wishes to be there to help him calm down but your realtionship was no more. You had simply turned into acquaintances as the months flew by.

Time also did not stop as your life went on you were soon approaching the age of 16. You and your fiancé had become strangers over the years. Your healing has only improved as your knowledge rivaled Mo’ats. You had slowly drifted away from the sully family, of course you were still bestfriends with Kiri and Lo’ak but as they dived into their warrior training you had been left behind. Even the human boy, spider, had been torn in a separate path!

The Sully brothers often went on hunting trips with the other warriors including your father. Kiri was no hunter, she was a gather and a healer but her father still pushed her to complete her warrior training, so you had less time with your beloved friend. You would often hang around the gathers of the clan venturing out to get herbs along side them, and that’s how you met two other na’vi who genuinely wanted to be your friends. You lacked no attention the past three years since the exposure of your body but the people who claimed to be your ‘friends’ seems to always have an alternative motive, but not Tseo and Zey.

Tseo was a male Na’vi, he was fit to be a warrior but he did not find joy in that lifestyle so he would gather unless the clan needed him. Zey was a female with the most beautiful markings you had ever seen on a na’vi. Although the two were obviously head over heals for each other they never made you feel left out when you guys would spend time together. You had grown close with the two gatherers. They often gossiped about the clans latest drama and you would be right there with them most communal dinners.

Your life seems to be going great you no longer dealt with the pettiness of Kyna as you surrounded yourself with positive people. Your confidence grew and you were turning into a fine woman. Any member of the clan would agree there was no one better to be their future Tsahík. The only downside was you no longer knew the na’vi you were promised to. The only interactions you got with Neteyam was when it was forced or there was simply no one else around. The boy has also grown into a fine warrior and you could not ignore it but you no longer had a relationship.

Tonight would be one of those moments as the warriors left on a hunting trip Neteyam was tasked with staying home. The boy had fallen because of a warriors reckless, shooting and had hurt his arm. That day kiri complained endlessly to you as you helped her gather her stuff for the hunting trip, her father made her come in Neteyam place.

“Can you believe i’m getting dragged on this stupid trip! I hate this stupid Iknimaya, I literally have an Ikran why do I have to hunt?!”

Throwing herself in her hammock kiri groaned into its fabric. A giggle breached your throat as you watched the girls dramatic display.

“After this your suffering will be over. I will dance the most beautiful routine for your celebration!” Mimicking the moves you were learning for her celebration in a week you gave the girl a sneak peak of your surprise. Her eyes lightened up as she watched you twirl and a new excitement filled her.

“Oh yeah! cant wait to see you kill it!”

“If i don’t die from tension while i stay here with your dearest brother.” Now it was your turn to complain as you let out a long sigh.

“You will be fine! You guys have to break the ice again eventually, you’re literally gonna be mates.”

“Ugh if my father ever lets me began training for my own Iknimaya.” Kiri laughed at your statement knowing how overprotective your father was. He did not even want you to pick up a bow!

“Well I have to bounce! Don’t be a creep and drool over Neteyam from a distance!”

“I do not drool!” Defensive you sat up ready to run after the girl but she was already long gone.

god these next few days were gonna be stressful. Especially with Tuk staying with her friends! Ears sinking at the thought you began to organize your supplies in the sullys tent. ‘Might as well get comfy If im staying awhile.’

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That night it seemed to be even harder to tear your eyes away from the warrior. You would always sneak peaks or admire your future mate but he seemed extra alluring today. You did not know if it was the fact you would be alone for the next few days or the new necklace that fit him so perfectly. All you knew was he was as stunning as ever. Although you rarely talked these last few years the attraction had not faded, he was a hot ass na’vi.

“Y/n you’re staring” Tseos deep voice knocked you out of your trance as you the two Na’vi. Zey had an amused look on her face as she looked at you.

“What?! You can not shame me.” The pair only snickered at your defensiveness as you crossed your arms.

“Don’t worry babe I catch him looking too, guess the realtionship faded but the attraction didn’t.” Zey commented as she shrugged her shoulders casually putting a chunk of meat in her mouth.

“It’s cause I got the hips of a goddess.” Winking at the pair you motioned to your body as Tseo snorted.

“You’re too much y/n, eat your food.” Shoving meat into your mouth Tseo shut you up as Zey laughed at the exchange. The dinner was filled with petty teasing as the three of you took turns laughing at the others comments.

All too soon it was time to leave as the Na’vi on clean up duty began to work. Zey was the unlucky one this week as you and Tseo walked away you stuck your toungue out childishly at the girl. She only threw a bowl at you and you quickly shuffled away from the girl with Tseo not far behind you.

“Tomorrow can we have lunch together?” Tseo asked as a nervousness consumed his tone.

“Sure, why you so nervous?” Cocking your head to the side you slightly look up at the Na’vi. A purple hue covers his cheeks as his eyes are casted downwards.

“I want to start making a courting gift, for Zey.”

Your squeal could be heard from a mile away as you grab Tseo shoulders and jump around in excitement. you chant “yes yes yes” as you excitedly shake the boy. He seemed fluster by your loudness as he repeatedly shushes you. Collecting yourself you bid goodbye to the boy as you passed the Sullys pod. Entering you felt the joy rush through your body, about time the boy made a move.

Riding yourself of your dirty clothes you toss them to a corner as you place more comfortable cloths on to sleep. It was a feathered top that seemed to barley cover your breast and a bottom that you so happily called your ‘bikini bottom’. As you finished tying your top you heard the cloth entrance shuffle as a new presence entered the pod.

You did not need to turn around to know it was neteyam as his earthy sent filled your nose.

“Have your bandages been changed?” Questioning the man was the first thing you did as he walked in the tent. He only hummed a no in response. Sighing you looked over at the boy with a ‘really’ look.

He only looked at you with his cold yellow eyes that sent chills down your spine. You hated how nonchalant he had become with you.

“I will grab some” sighing you made your way toward the exit but stopped as a hand was placed on your stomach.

“Do not go out like that.” His tone was bothered as he looked you up and down and you couldn’t help but smirk at the reaction. Neteyam quickly covered his care as he quickly followed with another sentence. “I have fresh ones with me.”

Walking away the boy went to rummage through his things as he pulled out the the fresh bandages. You watched as he sat down and began to unwrap the cloth that covered his shoulder and chest. Beginning to do your own thing, you began grinding herbs together to make a paste. The wound was mostly healed you were simply applying the paste for pain relief. The man eyed you suspiciously as you lowered yourself onto your knees with your healing bowl.

“Don’t look at me as if I would poison you.” Half scoffing you rolled your eyes as you saw his concerned expression. The warrior did not respond as he left the pod filled with deafening silence. You payed no mind as you got to work wiping any leftovers from the bandages away with your hands. He has light scar from his shoulder to his pecks that would fade in the days to come. You saw no need to mess with the already healed wound your hands traveled to his shoulder. Annoyed at his poor cooperation with his criss cross legs you grabbed him by his ankle and placed them at the side of your hips.

“Y/n!” Your name left his lips in a surprise tone as he looked at you with wide eyes. You swallowed a laugh as you looked at the boys oddly cute expression with his mouth slight open and ears on full alert. It was your turn to leave him in silence as you shimmied closer to him and sat on your knees between his legs.

“Tell me when it hurts” Batting your eye lashes at the boy pride swelled in your stomach as his ears turned a hue of purple. Your fingers explored every muscle in his shoulder as you searched for a weak point. In response the boy suppressed his groans when you hit a sore area. Intrusive thoughts one as you gripped a sore spot roughly digging your fingers into his flesh.

“Sk’awng!” Hissing the boy gripped your waist pulling you away from his shoulder. Sea green eyes wide you eyed him slightly wincing at his grin on you.

“What?” cocking your head to the side you continued your little game. “You didn’t tell me it hurt.”

Seeing right through you the boy only glared as he motioned for you to continue. With a playful glint in your sea green eyes you slapped paste on his sore shoulder smearing it around his shoulder. You felt his eyes burn into you as you wrapped his shoulder, you wouldn’t lie that you did enjoy this proximity. You rarely got this as you were never the one to heal him.

“Your healing has improved these past few years.”

“yeah you would know if you hadn’t request to not be treated by me.” The words dripped off your tongue in a sour tone. The boys face twisted into an almost guilty expression as he gazed at you.

“Yeah weren’t expecting me to know that were you.” Shooting him a sour smile you gathered your supplies to clean up.

“Y/n-“The nose of foot steps behind you was heard, “I meant no harm when I made that request….your rejection was fresh.”

You felt your heart pick up it’s pace as the memory from that day swarmed your mind. The way his body was so close to yours as he signed those three words. You were stupid and young, still were, but you stood by your decisions.

“We are not close Neteyam I need no explanation. Things are not as they were”

You turned facing soft yellow eyes as you looked up to the boy. One thing over the years did not change as Neteyam was still almost a whole head higher than you.

“But what if I want them to be as they were.” His hand engulfed your wrist as he looked at you but not with stone cold eyes. He looked at you with the eyes you knew as a kid. Soft Neteyam, Kind Neteyam, the one you fell for.

“Neteyam I-“ Cut off by the sound of the war horn your sentence was not finished. Instead it was filled with a sense of panic that the warrior seemed to catch onto as he took your hand quickly headed out of the Mauri.

When you go the center Neteyam was quick to pull you both to the font as he was met with the site of his mother, tear staines across her face and his father with a stern sorrowful look. Worry consumed the warrior but he waited for the clan to gather.

Neteyam pulled you in front of him as more navi gathered. A tiny yelp fell from your lips when you felt his arm press against the bottom of your breast. Angry you looked up to hiss at the na’vi but he was not looking at you, following his stern gaze you felt embarrassed as you realized the reason for his sudden proximity. A group of male na’vi turned their heads away at his stern gaze as you realized that you were in an outfit you never entended to wear outside the pod. You did not have much time to sulk as Toruk Makto began to speak.

“The sky people have returned!” Gasp ran throughout the clan as he announced this. Soon questions started flowing out of people’s mouth as panic set in. The older generation were filled with a sense of urgency and dread while the younger na’vi felt fear rise throughout their body, or at least a you felt terrified. You had heard stories of what bad sky people can do.

“We will need patrol 24/7, hunting trips will be shorter, and I need to talk with all our craftsmen. Things will change my people, we will not prepare for war, we will prepare to defend ourself!” With that jake dismissed the clan as he called the people he needed.

You felt fear evolve you as you thought about the hunting party that could run in to these demons. Will kiri be ok? Will my father be ok? You were so sucked into your own world that you did not noice Neteyam dragging you back to his family’s pod. He was nervous, and angry that these people had returned. Why could they not just leave pandora in peace?!

Neteyam knew you were scared as he seems to be dragging an empty body back to the pod. He was worried and angry, but he knew you should be his first priority as his father would fill him in tomorrow. He wanted to mend his relationship with you anyway and he could use this as a chance.

“Are you ok Y/n?” Knocking you out of your trance Neteyam cupped your cheek with one hand. His voice brung you out of your trance as you looked at him.

“I am afraid.” Dejavú hit the boy as he looked into your fear ridden green eyes. He felt as if suddenly you were kids again as he looked at the little girl afraid to cross on the vine. It filled his heart with warmth as he repeated what he had said before.

“As long as you’re with me you will be safe.”

That night you slept in Neteyams arms for the first time in three years. It did not matter that you no longer knew him like you use too. The only thing that mattered was the tempo of his heart beat against your back and his hand that traced comforting circles on your stomach while you played with his other hand that came from under your torso. You needed comfort, safety as worry consumed your mind. The fear that tonight would be the last night you slept in peace.

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a/n: I totally didn’t proof read this sorry for any spelling mistakes or repeating words 😭🙏🏽

@ultimatebluff

#avatar #avatar the way of water #neteyam fanfiction #hybrid #neteyam #neteyam x reader #sky people #loak sully #kiri sully #kiri x y/n #tukitrey #jake sully #neteyam fluff #neteyam sully #neteyam series

[skebbles]

This is an idea i had where the usual teams end up on the same wild planet, Wander and Sylvia because they wanna take a break on one of the planets' many shores and Peepers and Hater because they've been trying to get a hold of as many empty planets as they can. Alot of planets being mainly wilderness since they've been regrowing after the whole, Dominator almost destroying the galaxy, thing.

Wander goes wandering into the jungle to try and find a drink for Syl. The drink finds him in the form of a big alien coconut falling directly on his head, the small Nomad passing out briefly and waking back up having temporarily lost their memory.

Meanwhile on the other side of the planet, the watchdog army is busy trying to set up a base while Hater is busy complaining and doing nothing. Eventually Peepers tells him off and sends him to go fetch drinks from the skullship which isn't too far away.

"And be careful sir, the skullship is on the left of that big log-"

"I KNOW WHERE THE SKULLSHIP IS PEEPERS!! GEEZ!"

So Hater gets lost, the overwhelming density of the jungle quickly confusing his already poor navigation skills. And it looks like its gonna start raining. Great.

Luckily a familiar fuzzy face pops up from the bushes. Double great.

But sadly since Wander has no memory of him they're being uncharacteristically quiet around the skeleton, being curious but cautious, never approaching too quickly. This means Hater ends up doing alot of the talking since Wander never wants to answer him, which he decides is a little less annoying than the constant talking they usually do. He starts to doubt if this fuzzy little guy is even Wander, but as soon as the little nomad starts making they're way back into the bushes he follows them on instinct. Not wanting to lose the only familiar sight in this deep and dense jungle.

Eventually Hater realises Wanders lost their memory, that big bump on their head explaining it. It doesn't seem like they forgot how to be annoyingly trusting and affectionate though. The idea of just letting Wander get lost and survive on this planet is a tempting one. But once the clouds brew overhead and the rain starts making the trees dangerously slippy, Hater realises he needs Wanders help to survive this place, the many grunts and terrifying growls he'd been hearing from just across the bushes furthering his urge to hold Wanders hand. Plus, he gets to say he captured Wander and gets to destroy them himself! Much more satisfying!

Part 1/6

#woy #wander over yonder #wander #lord hater #ideas #long post #fanart #cue tarzan esque scenes with the two sillies

[on-my-vigilante-sht]

Capitol Punishment VIII

Haymitch x Reader

Summary: The Capitol continues to torture it’s victors no matter how long ago they won through punishment, exploitation, and worst of all; their relationships.

A story in which Haymitch’s lover is a plaything for the Capitol.

Warnings: Canon level violence, rape (though never explicit), alcohol, murder, systemic poverty, exploitation, rebellion (?), more reliance on movie than book, suicidal thoughts, swearing, illness, pregnancy, miscarriage

Word Count: 4.4K (she’s also kind of long)

Part VII | Masterlist | Part IX

You laid on the cold, steel table of one of the styling rooms. They had stripped all the hair beneath your eyebrows, which was no longer very painful since you’d been “maintained” ever since you won 8 years ago. They had also taken care to clean you in scalding hot water and scrub your skin raw. They cut the dead ends of your hair off, keeping it long enough to reach mid back. You were sure Haymitch started fighting them as soon as he saw any kind of razor, tweezer, or wax.

Now you were just waiting for the doctors to come back with the results from your checkup. You had told them that they suspected you were pregnant and asked if there was any way that they’d be able to do a paternity test. They told you that if the father’s DNA was in their system they could tell you and that all tributes’ DNA was logged.

As the door slid open, you sat up eagerly. “Ms. L/N, you are in fact pregnant,” the nurse informed. “About six weeks along.”

“And the father?” you asked.

“Haymitch Abernathy,” she said plainly. You were sure Snow would be upset that you were pregnant with your husband’s baby but now that he was putting you in the games, you didn’t give a damn what he thought or wanted. You were also incredibly relieved it was Haymitch’s. You were never a kids person and had never wanted to have children but if you were going to have someone’s baby, it may as well be the man you love’s.

The nurse talked with you a little more about your labs, saying you were healthy and left. Next Cinna came in. “There’s my favorite mentor,” he smiled, greeting you with a hug.

“Cinna,” you replied with a smile. While you hand he weren’t nearly as close as Katniss and he were, you had very much come to appreciate his friendly face. “Good to see you.”

“You too, although I wish it was under different circumstances. Anyway here is your dress for the parade,” he turned to the door as the rest of the style team brought in your outfit. You were kind of amazed at how beautiful it was. It was a long, almost flowing, A-line, red dress. The bodice was covered in lace and featured a halter top neckline. They did your makeup dramatically with a dark red lip and a mix of reds and blacks for your eyes. As for your hair it was done in an intricate half-up, half down style. When they finally let you look in the mirror you thought you looked like an evil queen.

You were then brought to the chariots where about half the other victors were waiting. You looked around, observing your friends/future competition. Spotting red hair you realized it was Annie. You called over to her as you approached. She looked terrified until she spotted you.

“Y/N” she ran up to you as best she could in her mermaid-like outfit. She gave you a big hug which you returned.

“Where’s Finnick and Mags?” you asked.

“I don’t know,” she answered. Her scared look appeared again as she looked around frantically for probably the only two people in the world who brought her real comfort. You noticed she was still hugging you. You were probably a stand in for Finnick until he arrived.

“He’s probably still with the stylist. How are you two?”

“We’re good, or were until the games were announced,” she murmured sadly.

“Hey, don’t think about that right now,” you tried to soothe her. She wasn’t much younger than you but she was so small and fragile looking that you felt like you needed to protect her. “And I can guarantee you Finnick won’t let anything happen to you. Neither will I,” you promised. Assuming Haymitch was right about a plan you were telling the truth. You’d fight to get this poor girl out.

“Annie?” you head a familiar voice call from behind you.

Annie immediately pulled away, recognizing Finnick’s voice. You smiled as you watched the two lovers reunite. You were sure that Finnick, like you, didn’t care about Snow’s rules about availability anymore. He was sending you to your death, who cares if the Capitol’s desire to fuck you was still high?

Soon enough the rest of the Victors were at the chariots, all except one. Haymitch.

Cinna was getting Katniss and Peeta ready when he came to you, the very last chariot. He handed you a remote. “Press this when Katniss presses hers. You’ll know when she does.”

“Wait where’s Haymitch?” you asked.

“I don’t know, probably with Portia,” Cinna explained. “I have to go, he’ll be out soon. Just make sure you look straight ahead, no waving.”

The avoxes were all ushering you into the chariots and you were sure they were frantically trying to find your partner because they were all running around. You were starting to actually get scared when the elevator doors suddenly opened, revealing Haymitch and Portia. He rushed to the chariot, pecking you on the cheek as he got in.

“Where were you? You scared me.”

“Sorry, got held up. I need to talk to you after.”

“I need to talk to you too,” you replied just as the chariots started to pull out. You took your husband’s hand, putting on a blank expression as Haymitch did too. The runway was so loud, there were so many people above you cheering. It wasn’t hard to look disinterested, you were disgusted with them for cheering as you were paraded around before you had to fight to the death.

About halfway down the runway Katniss and Peeta burst into flames. You pressed the button on the remote and out of the corner of your eye you could see Haymitch erupt into flames as well. As you approached Snow, you didn’t even bother to look up at him as the chariot rounded the end of the runway, bringing you all the way back inside where you had started.

You finally took in Haymitch’s appearance. They had cleaned up his beard so it was more cleanly cut. His hair had also been trimmed and washed properly. He was in a suit with no sleeves, showing off muscled arms, identical to Peeta’s. Both eager to hear what the other had to say you grabbed Katniss and Peeta and went to the elevators.

Just as the door was closing Johanna Mason stepped into the elevators. “Well don’t you all look amazing,” she snarled. “My stylist is such an idiot. District 7, lumber, so she dressed us as trees.” She let out a scoff as she started taking the cuffs of her costume off. “I’d like to put my axe in her face.” She stepped closer to Peeta. “Help me with the zipper?” she turned around, not allowing him to answer as he awkwardly unzipped her costume.

You and Haymitch were holding in your laughs as Katniss made a face you couldn’t even identify the emotion of.

She thanked him as she stripped off the costume, standing completely naked in the elevator. The doors opened as you reached floor 7. “Let’s do it again sometime,” as she walked out of the elevator, completely shameless.

“Thank you,” Haymitch said.

You slapped his arm playfully. “See you later,” you called after her.

“Johanna Mason, 7, if you hadn’t figured it out yet,” you informed.

“Is she always like that?” Peeta asked.

You shrugged. “I’ve never seen her strip naked before today but yeah, she hasn’t ever cared. When she was here the first time she was screaming profanities all the way down the chariot line.” The doors then opened into the penthouse, you and Haymitch immediately headed towards your bedroom to hear what the other had to say. You both stepped into the bathroom for privacy.

“You go first,” you said, hoping this was about Plutarch.

“I was late because Plutarch came to see me. Y/N I was right. About a fourth of the tributes are in on the plan to get Katniss out. We’re gonna have to carry on like a normal game at first but Beetee is going to shut down the arena and Plutarch will have us extracted.” You could cry you were so relieved. Haymitch was smiling eagerly. “We’re gonna make it, we’re gonna see a world without the games. Just make sure you stay by me so I can protect you, okay?”

“Yeah,” you agreed. “And that news makes what I’m about to tell you better.” You took a deep breath, bracing yourself. “I’m pregnant.”

Haymitch’s eyes widen. “Are you sure? I kind of suspected but didn’t want to say anything.”

You nodded. “Yeah, I’m sure. The doctors tested and they were also able to tell me that you’re the father.”

His eyes widened impossibly more. He gingerly pressed his hand to your still flat stomach. “You’re gonna have my kid?” he looked hopeful, excitement fortunately creeping into his expression.

“Yeah,” you agreed. You felt a few tears of joy slip. “I had never wanted kids but the thought of having yours? I want to raise this baby with you, Haymitch.”

“I felt the same,” he agreed. “This world is too fucked up to have a baby so that’s why we have to change it. God, I didn’t know it was possible to love you more,” he kissed you, his hand still planted on your stomach. You deepened the kiss, your hand meeting his.

That night you laid in bed in comfortable silence, more in love than you had ever felt before. “What should we name it?” Haymitch asked.

You mused for a second. “If it’s a boy, I wanted to name him Asher, after my father. And for a girl I thought about Maysilee?”

Haymitch pressed a kiss to your hairline. “I like that.” He paused again. “Should we tell people?”

“The world expects at least one of us to die in about a week. No point in telling people. Besides I think Peeta would jump off that platform before the timer hit zero if he knew I was pregnant,” you explained monotonously.

“Okay, so we won’t tell anyone,” your husband agreed.

~

The next day at the training session was fairly intense. All of the victors (except those suffering from withdrawal, insanity, and/or age) were trying to show off how still in shape they were. You spent most of the time observing until you did the hand to hand combat station. There were real trainers who would fight you and fake weapons that could sense what wounds they’d inflict in order to simulate the arena as close as possible.

Feeling like being a little bit of a showoff you decided to do it despite your newfound condition. You had made sure Haymitch wasn’t anywhere nearby as you picked up the fake knife and stepped on the mat. The trainer gave you no warning as he suddenly attacked you, running at you with a sword. Fortunately you were still looking at him the entire time so you could easily dodge at the last second. As his momentum carried him forward, you swung your arm back, hitting him in the shoulder with your knife.

“Non fatal wound to left shoulder,” an automated voice announced.

He whirled around, swiping at you with the sword. As you were dodging you got closer and closer to the edge of the mat.

“Approaching boundary,” the voice informed. So you ducked under the sword, flailing your lugs until you caught his ankle, sending him to the ground. His sword fell which you kicked off the mat. He was up in a second though, lunging at you. Your eyes widened in surprise, trying to move out of the way but he managed to grab your arm, dragging you to the ground. You fell with a thud and before you could wrench your arm from his grip, he was on top of you, straddling your hips. He was grabbing at the knife in your hands which you were trying to keep away. You felt it scrape against both his and your arms, each time eliciting a “Non fatal wound to arm.” Eventually you managed to stab it through his hand as the simulator said, and bring it closer to you before you thrust it into his throat.

“Fatal wound to the neck. Simulation ended,” the voice announced. You looked over, noticing a few other tributes watching from their own training spots. Haymitch, however, was fuming over by the knife section.

“You’re awfully tough,” the trainer said, getting off of you. “Impressive, especially considering you won eight years ago,” he complimented.

“Oh, thank you,” you said, taking his hand to stand up. Now Haymitch was walking over. “I have to go,” you dismissed, meeting up with him. You felt like a kid again as you approached your fuming husband.

“What the hell was that?” he asked. “You could’ve mis-”

“Shh,” you demanded. “And sorry, I wasn’t thinking.”

“You’re damn right you weren’t thinking!”

You were normally a very patient person, especially with Haymitch. You were sympathetic both when he was drunk and sober but you never took yelling, especially after you already apologized. You let out an indignant laugh. “I just apologized and you’re really gonna yell at me? Find me when you calm down,” you scoffed, walking off.

Haymitch was still angry as he watched you walk off. He had been chatting with Chaff when Chaff had told him to turn around. He was horrified to see you fighting with a man about twice your size. But he knew better than to interrupt so all he could do was stew in worry and anger until it was over. He nearly pulled the trainer off you when he got on top of you. Worried both about your safety and his fetus’. By the time it was done he was angry. Angry that you’d risk your pregnancy. He knew he shouldn’t have yelled at you, especially in front of so many people but he was so worried. He was honestly a little scared of how much he wanted that baby.

You made; your way over to Finnick and Annie who were making fish hooks together. She had a soft smile on her face as she weaved the feathers onto the hook while Finnick had a soft smile while looking at her. You really hoped they’d both make it out.

Finnick looked up, having noticed you. “Where’s lover boy?”

“You’re one to talk,” you sneered.

“It have something to do with your little show off session?” he asked.

“I wasn’t showing off. I was training,” you scoffed. “Besides, once again, you’re one to talk.”

“What do you mean? I've been doing this the whole time.”

“Don’t act like you don’t fully intend to get in there with a trident.”

He scoffed, a look of mocking offense painted on his face. “I would never.”

You laughed, taking a spot next to Annie, observing her work. You spent the next half hour learning how to make fish hooks, occasionally glancing up to watch Haymitch. He mostly stuck to the survival stuff but tried some combat and weapons training. It pained you to watch him fumble in those areas. He definitely wasn’t the most unathletic tribute but he was far from the most athletic. And while you had faith in Plutarch’s plan, not every victor was in on it and athleticism was still very much a part of the game.

Eventually Katniss wandered over, making fishhooks with Mags until she migrated to the archery station. As more tributes went over to watch the newest victor in action, you followed too. You had seen Katniss shoot last year but with so many simulated targets at once you were impressed by how good she was. Everyone else was too as Mags clapped for her when she had completed her round.

~

You eventually headed back upstairs, not really sure what to do. You had done lots of weapons training, especially knife throwing which had been a skill you utilized in your original games. Knives were always guaranteed to be in the Cornucopia and being able to put distance between yourself and others made the most sense. You worked with a few other weapons, Haymitch giving you worried and disapproving looks the entire time. You got so sick of his looks you moved onto survival but got bored of that quickly so you just went upstairs to lay down.

Haymitch appeared in the doorway sometime later. “I’m sorry for yelling at you.”

“Thank you,” you said sitting up. You knew he was coming from a place of love and concern so you were done being mad. Besides, you had been a couple for so long that your arguments could almost always be resolved in a couple sentences.

“Half the tributes want to be our allies. They of course assume we’ll be allies with Katniss. Peeta too but mostly Katniss.”

“Okay well who of the potential allies know about the plan?”

“Wiress and Beetee, Finnick, and by association Mags and Annie,” he answered. “Although Enobaria wants Katniss too but she and none of the other careers know. And a couple others from 5 through 10.”

“Did Katniss say anything?”

“She wants Wiress, Beetee, and Mags. But no Finnick. I told them she’s still considering.”

“What about Johanna, Blight, Chaff, and Seeder? I thought they knew.”

“They do, they just don’t necessarily want to get on Katniss’ crazy train,” he explained, taking a seat on the bed and throwing an arm around your shoulder. “That girl is a piece of work.”

You laughed a little. “She’s not that bad. Yes, a little volatile but so is Johanna and I like her. I like them both,” you added.

Haymitch hummed in agreement. “How are you feeling?”

“Tired but fine. I think everything is fine,” you placed a hand on your stomach. “I’m pretty sure fetuses can take a little knocking around. How would we have survived so long if they couldn’t?”

“Yeah, yeah, just take it easy. No getting punched in the gut,” he chided.

“Aw man, there go my dinner plans,” you jokingly whined.

“Shut up,” he chucked.

~

The next couple days were largely uneventful. You and Haymitch kept trying to convince Katniss to ally with Finnick or even Johanna but she refused, thinking that they’d stab her and Peeta in the back as soon as the biggest threats were taken out.

Eventually it was finally time for interviews the night before the games. With your permission Cinna tapped into the femme fatale look that had been part of your selling point your first games. It was a satin black dress with gold chains laid across the bodice and forming the straps. It had a high slit that came almost to your hip but your modesty was protected by delicate gold chains that held the top of the slit in place.

Your makeup was done dramatically again. Your red lips had been a part of your look the first games so Cinna had wanted to keep them this year. Your hair was done up in intricate braids with gold weaved through it so as to “not cover up too much of Cinna’s design,” one of the hair stylists told you.

You watched the other interviews as you got ready. You could see through all of them, whether they be extremely calculated or not, they were all a desperate cry to stop the games. Some were subtle like Cashmere and Gloss’ joint interview as “the family of the Capitol.” Johanna’s however, was not at all subtle as she screamed at the crowd and Snow for putting her back into the games. Some just made you outright feel bad for them. Like Annie and Finnick’s joint interview where she clung to his arm, hardly able to get out two words.

Eventually it was your turn. You stood in front of the stage entrance, trying to calm yourself down as Caesar introduced you. “Please welcome the winner of the 67th Hunger Games, Y/N L/N!”

You could hear the crowd erupt into cheers as the doors opened, blinding you. But you stepped out confidently nonetheless, eventually regaining partial sight. “Y/N, stunning as ever, wouldn’t you agree, folks?” Caesar began.

The crowd once again erupted into cheers. “You’re too kind Caesar.”

“I understand you have many sponsors who supported you in your original games and even after,” he explained. You hoped your face didn’t show it but you felt your heart stop. Was he really bringing up your torture in your very public interview? “Let’s hope they’re just as generous this year.”

“Oh I promise them I’ll make it worth their while,” you smirked into the microphone. You’ve been playing this game for a long time. What’s one more night?

“Now I have to ask as the mentor to the lovebirds of 12, is there anyone special in your life?” What kind of questions were these? You gave a polite laugh, shaking your head no. “Oh c’mon, really? With your looks? I find that hard to believe.”

“No not anyone,” you once again denied. “I’ve been on a few dates with some Capitol citizens but nothing serious. I guess eight years after the games still isn’t enough time to get over it.” You left the innocent look on your face.

It was sobering to the audience but Caesar quickly tried to bring the mood up again. “Well I just have a few more questions for you. We’re all very familiar with your protégée’s stylist. Tell me, are you working with Cinna too?”

“I am,” you agreed excitedly, giving them back the Capitol darling they had loved so dearly eight years ago. “No offense to my previous stylist but I think Cinna just gets me more.”

“I agree, this dress and the chariot parade dress suit you very well. And I have to say, you in flames? Breathtaking.”

“Aw thank you,” you smiled. “I’m sure Cinna appreciates it too.”

“Yes and we’re excited to see more of his work soon. Thank you Y/N, it’s been a pleasure. Give it up for Y/N L/N!” The crowd once again gave their cheers as you walked up the stairs, taking your place next to Chaff.

“Our next guest was the winner of the last Quarter Quell. Give it up for Haymitch Abernathy!” You watched as Haymitch approached, only able to see his back from your vantage point. “Haymitch, it’s been too long.”

“Not long enough in this context,” he laughed.

“Ah yes, but wouldn’t it be such an honor to win both Quarter Quells?” Caesar pressed. He probably already knew this would be a difficult interview for the Capitol.

“In theory I suppose. I’m mostly concerned about getting some of the younger victors out though.” The crowd let out cries of sympathy.

“How considerate,” Caesar said solemnly. “And tell us, what was it like to mentor our lovebirds coming up next?”

Haymitch pondered for a second, not quite sure how to answer. He has spent the whole night trying to decide if he’d tell the Capitol about your relationship. “Well I can tell you it wasn’t easy. Katniss can be a little headstrong.”

“Oh well we all know that,” Caesar laughed. “And Peeta?”

“He’s a very kind boy. They’re great together.”

Caesar laughed. “Yes well it’s nice to hear that from someone close to the couple. Now what about you? We’ve already heard from your original protégée about her love life, what about yours? We haven’t heard much from you in the past 25 years.”

Haymitch really thought about dropping a bomb like Peeta did last year but realizing how valuable your sponsors could be in the games, he thought better of it. “Not really. Y/N said that eight years isn’t enough time to get over being in the games. Twenty-five isn’t enough either.”

“Ah well I wish you the best of luck. Ladies and gentlemen, Haymitch Abernathy!”

He joined you up on the platform, squeezing your hand quickly before turning his attention to Katniss as she walked out on stage. Her dress was beautiful, a little over the top but Cinna had outdone himself. The crowd was losing their minds realizing that was Katniss’ unused wedding dress. The audience was completely captivated by her, especially when she revealed the Mockingjay dress that Cinna had weaved into the wedding dress that Snow no doubt made her wear. A daring display of defiance that you unfortunately knew someone would pay the price for.

Next came Peeta with his suave attitude from last year. They spoke for a moment until Caesar brought up the unfulfilled wedding.

“Actually we got married. In secret,” he revealed. You glanced at Katniss as inconspicuously as possible. Fortunately she kept her expression neutral. “We want our love to be eternal. Katniss and I, we’ve been luckier than most. I wouldn’t have any regrets at all if it weren’t…” Caesar pressed him. The entire Capitol was in the edge of their seats, hell you were too. “If it weren’t for the baby.”

The Capitol was shocked, you were shocked, the other victors were shocked, even Katniss was shocked. The audience was losing its mind, some even shouting to stop the games. You half wondered if Peeta knew you were pregnant. He made his way up to the stage, hugging Katniss. You still faced the audience when you felt Haymitch’s hand grab yours. Looking over you could see Katniss holding his other hands so you grabbed Chaff’s wrist. Once everyone was linked you all lifted your arms up. The Victors joined in solidarity against these games and the Capitol.

Part VII | Masterlist | Part IX

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[falconearring]

goood day! hope you're doing splendid

if you have the time, would you mind explaining a bit of the lore of your au so far? I'm very interesting in lot of mechanics of aus, and apart from whatever bits you've dropped about the gang and what they're upto, is there any specifics you'd like to add on as a note? this isn't about spoilers, and if doing so might reveal some then it's completely understandable!

I'm really interested in how your story progresses and if not the above, id love to hear what you think so far about it and what you think of the thoughts of people, like their interpretations if have any! thank you for taking the time for this and its completely fine if you don't want to answer

apologies if I came off as rude or too assuming, and for the rather long ask ahah

thank you again! have a great day or night ahead! take care

Hey thank you so much for dropping this in my inbox!! You taking interest warms my heart!

I'm gonna use this ask as a means to drop these headshots and notes. Below is every person who currently resides at the repurposed logging yard. They call themselves the Hermits. All of these people will appear at least once in the comic, and I'm going to do my best to include these little bits of info within the actual story too!

Other members of traffic/life smp will also appear, they just aren't associated with the group established here. So Scott, Lizzie, Jimmy, Martyn, Bigb, Scar and Grian are going to make an appearance later.

As for the setting, we're 2 years into the apocalypse at this point. There are safe guarded cities, but these places are far away from where the story is taking place. The Hermits have pretty much been living their lives completely isolated from other people as a means of keeping safe.

Weather in this universe can be a bit extreme, as the world faces an imminent climate crisis a few years before the zombies start appearing inexplicably. Space stations were in the midst of being established before the apocalypse, with hopes that humanity could reestablish itself in outer space. When it hit, much of the remaining human race was evacuated from the planet as a last ditch effort. The status of the shuttles that were sent up is unknown. The stations being set up really weren't ready to be inhabited so soon, so its kind of iffy whether or not things are going much better up there.

Early into the apocalypse, helicopters would fly overhead looking for survivors and escort them back to safe zones and launch sites. This stopped not long after though, and whether or not they're going to start looking for survivors again is unknown.

As for the zombies themselves, the 'science' behind them is beyond anyone's understanding. Upon being bitten, the body instantaneously progresses through the stages of decomposition and takes on a sickly kind of bruised look. As far as any one can tell, there is no brain activity beyond this point, but the bodies still move inexplicably. Kind of a night of the living dead situation. Important to note that much like a human, if the heart or brain is destroyed they will die, despite not having a functioning nervous or circulatory system. I'm taking a distinctly supernatural approach to them because I just think it's cool.

I have no clue what year this is set in, but the Hermits are residing in the wilderness somewhere in Canada. I'll touch on pretty much all the above within the comic as well, but I thought there was no harm in sharing anyhow because you asked so nicely!

As for the second half, people have said a couple interesting things. Sadly I can't comment on a lot of it because it dips into spoilers! Somebody said they find it funny that Bdubs is probably freaking out while Etho is just chilling and that's absolutely spot on and made me laugh.

Thanks for such a detailed ask, anon! And thanks for your patience, I had to think about what I wanted to say ^_^ Hopefully this is what you were looking for, hope you have a fantastic day!

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[goosewriting]

“Have we met?”

summary: what if Fives had been stopped before removing his inhibitor chip on Kamino and was instead sent back after reconditioning, thereby forgetting you? 

relationship: Fives x gn!reader

warnings: hmmm angst :^), mentions of characters’ deaths, implied brainwashing?, dw there’ll be comfort at the end

word count: 2.2k 

A/N: in my book Fives is alive, no matter what. here’s one take lol mainly because i found some prompts and this idea refused to leave my brain

prompt used (source): we have just met and yet it feels like i have known you for a lifetime

Navigation: Part 1 (you're here!) | Part 2

(english is not my first language. constructive criticism and grammar corrections are very appreciated!)

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→ PART 1: When he came back to you

When you heard the news about what Tup had done on Ringo Vinda, you couldn’t believe it. You were told that Fives went with him to Kamino to get checked. Something about a parasite or a virus; that was all the explanation you were given. But if you were being honest with yourself, no one seemed entirely convinced, including some of the Generals, and Rex. 

Fives was currently being held on Kamino for a couple more rotations to keep an eye on him, but was meant to come back to the Resolute soon enough. 

You sit in your room, thinking about how the whole deal smells a little fishy to you. You’d just have to ask Fives in person once he comes back. The fact that he isn’t responding to any of your messages isn’t helping, however. 

A long time ago, you had joined the GAR as a mechanic and worked (and studied) yourself up to mechanical engineer. Since with your new position came your own little workshop to tinker in, you had modified your and Fives’ comm devices to send encrypted messages to each other. They were coupled to the long range transmissions of the ship itself, so your messages didn’t get delivered immediately, so as to not raise any suspicion if someone were to check the log. But that’s how you would communicate with him when he was away. 

Usually it didn't take more than a few rotations for Fives to answer. Even when he was on the most secretive of missions as an ARC trooper, he’d still send you one of your code words to let you know he was okay. Now it’s been longer than ever before since you sent him your last message that went unanswered. 

You can’t help but stand up and start pacing back and forth in your room, trying to push back the feelings of worry. Rex told you Fives is supposed to come back today, but you still haven’t heard anything fromeither. The one thing the captain did tell you, though, was about Tup sadly passing away on Kamino. Those news really didn’t do much to help you feel reassured about Fives’ state.

You’re so engrossed in your thoughts and gradually worsening “what if” scenarios going through your head, that you almost jump out of your skin when your comm beeps on your desk. You hurry to pick it up and see there's a new message, but it’s from Rex. He says Fives’ ship has just landed.

At that, you all but sprint out of your quarters and run all the way to the hangar. It takes you a couple of minutes to get there, holding onto the edges of the wall to cut your curves. In one hall, you almost trip and fall, but catch yourself just in time to keep going. When you reach the hangar doors, out of breath and panting heavily, you press the button for them to open. You quickly make your way to one of the landing platforms, where you can already see Rex and Jesse talking to Fives.

You can't help the tears running down your cheeks, tears of happiness and relief, seeing that your boyfriend made it back in one piece. Feeling like a huge weight just got lifted off your heart, you take a deep breath and make your way to the group. 

As you’re approaching Fives from behind, you can only see Rex and Jesse's faces, and they’re looking… distressed? incredulous? confused? Rex spots you first, and calls out to you to wait, but you’re already hugging Fives from behind.

“Fives!” you greet him, squeezing the living lights out of him. Then again, with all that armour, you wonder if he can feel it at all. “I was so worried! Are you okay? You never answered my messages–”

You circle around Fives to face him, and you notice several things: first, he’s not hugging you back. Second, he looks bewildered at your presence. And third…

“Oh, uhm, hi there,” he says with a polite smile, his arms slightly raised so he doesn’t touch you. “I’m sorry, I don’t know who… Have we met?”

You let go of the clone, taking a step back. Squinting at him, you search his face for any sign of mischief or that he’s teasing you; it really isn’t a tasteful joke, but you’d forgive him. You tremble slightly when you realise that he’s 100% serious. 

You feel Rex’s hand on your shoulder, and you turn to him with a questioning look.

“It seems that Fives has, uhm…” he starts, unable to look you in the eyes. You quickly glance over to Jesse, who looks just as shocked as you. 

“He doesn’t remember you,” Jesse finishes Rex’ sentence.

You can’t help but let out an unamused chuckle at that.

“That’s insane,” you retort, turning back around to Fives. “You’re joking, right? Please tell me you’re not serious.”

“I’m really sorry, uhm…” he scratches his neck sheepishly. “I never got your name…?”

You search his eyes again, but there’s nothing there that you recognise. With a shaky breath, your heart now pounding against your ribcage for all the wrong reasons, you turn back to the captain.

“What did they do to him, Rex?” you ask, your voice cracking. 

“Let’s just go inside first and catch up, okay?” Rex places an arm around your trembling shoulders and leads you towards the exit of the hangar. Jesse stays with Fives and brings him to the barracks.

Rex takes you to his captain’s office, where he sits you down on the small couch and prepares some tea. Once he’s done, he places a cup in front of you on the table, and takes a seat across from you in his office chair.

You thank him and reach out to the cup, but as you lift it, you realise how your hands are shaking, causing it to clatter against the saucer, so you set the tea back down, bringing your hands to your lap and interlacing your fingers instead in an attempt to calm them down. 

“Do you know… what happened?” you ask carefully. Rex heaves a sigh.

“Not really. It’s like Fives’ memory has been… wiped,” he explains, scratching his chin deep in thought. 

“That’s…” you start, but can’t find the words. “You’re saying it like it was deliberate. You don’t think it was a parasite?”

He doesn’t answer.

“...Do you think it was the Kaminoans?” you ask, your voice low, as if there was someone eavesdropping. “Why would they do such a thing?”

“I’m not sure,” he answers. “As a cadet back on Kamino I saw it maybe once or twice that a clone would be taken away, and then they reappeared with no memory of something small that had happened recently. They would do it because the clone in question showed an ‘inappropriate emotional response’, so they had to ‘fix it’.” He gestures the quotation marks in the air with his hands. “After all, to many we’re just a product or a tool, and as such we’re expected to function in a certain manner.”

“You know that a lot of people don’t think that, right?” you interject, and he smiles.

“I know. But that’s how we came to be.” His smile fades, his brow furrowing. “But Kaminoans are good at what they do, and all in all always treated us well. I’ve never seen or heard of a clone forgetting entirely about someone else because of a treatment.”

You both sit in silence for a moment. 

“Do you think it can be recovered somehow?” you ask, your chest tightening at the thought of Fives losing all the memories he had with you. What if he never felt the same again? What if… he was incapable of loving you again? What if he didn’t want to love you again?

Rex can see where your mind is going, so he stands up and makes his way to you, sitting on the couch as well, placing a reassuring hand on your knee. He knows that recovering memories after a thorough wipe is nearly impossible, but he can’t tell you that.

“I’ll see what I can find out,” he settles on. With a small smile, he adds, “For now, why don’t you go introduce yourself to him? I’m sure he’ll be thrilled to make your acquaintance.”

“Right,” you reply and sigh. Let’s treat this like… like he hit his head and has amnesia, you tell yourself. After I spend time with him and show him all our holopics and videos together, surely he’ll remember me. Deep in your heart, you know that’s just a lie you’re telling yourself to feel better, but you’d rather lie to yourself than face the truth right now. A truth that wasn’t limited to Fives’ sudden state, but gave place to so many more questions about clones, Kaminoans and what they did out there; questions you had no energy in pursuing any time soon. 

Changing the subject, you make some small talk with Rex while you drink your tea. Once the cup is empty, you leave the captain’s office and shoot Jesse a quick message asking if he knows where Fives is. The reply comes almost instantaneously, telling you the whole squad is in the mess hall. You take a quick look at the time, and sure enough, it’s time for dinner. Only then do you feel the grumbling of your stomach, reminding you that in all your worry about your favourite clone, you haven’t eaten anything since breakfast. 

You quickly make your way to the hall. The smell of today’s menu fills your nose and the clattering of plates and cutlery, as well as indistinct chatting of clones and staff alike, reaches your ears. After getting your food, you make your way to the 501st’s usual table. You notice that Fives is sitting at the edge of the group, so that a sitting space is free between him and Kix. That’s where you usually sit. Your heart can’t help but skip a beat; maybe he does remember? Or is it just muscle memory that can’t be erased away that easily? 

Taking in a deep breath, you approach the group and clear your throat. It catches Fives’ attention, who turns around to you.

“Hey handsome,” you smile at him. “Is that seat taken?” You nod towards the empty space. 

“Oh, it’s you,” he says, clearly surprised by your presence. Again. “Yeah, I mean–” He clears his throat. “It isn’t taken. Feel free to join us.”

You thank him and take a seat, greeting the others, who say their ‘hello’s back to you. Fives eyes them curiously, then looks back to you.

“Say, I never caught your name,” he remarks for the second time today, taking a bite of his food. 

You can’t help a sad smile as you look up at Jesse, who’s sitting in front of you. It occurs to you that that’s where Echo used to sit, and for a second you wonder if Fives has forgotten about him too. 

Jesse mirrors your smile with a slight shrug of his shoulders, and you turn to Fives, telling him your name.

“Oh, so that’s you!” he mentions, and you tilt your head at him in confusion. “The guys have been asking me about you ever since I arrived. I don’t know how I could have forgotten about someone I apparently hang out with so much?” 

“Right?” you retort under your breath, taking a mouthful of the rather bland food.

The conversation they were having earlier restarts, and Kix tells them about some patients he had today, Jesse talks about some improvements to their weapon system they could do, and so on. You’re not really paying much attention anymore, fidgeting with your fork once you finish eating. 

One by one, the clones excuse themselves to retire for the night or go back to their shift. In the end, it’s just you and Fives left at the table. You have one elbow propped up on the table, your head in your hand, looking at him.

“Doesn’t it bother you?” you ask suddenly. 

“What does?” he retorts, studying your face. You don’t answer immediately, weighing the words in your head. 

“Not remembering someone who clearly knows who you are,” you finally say, tears starting to gather in the corner of your eyes. 

That’s when you see his façade drop. He curls his hand on the table into a fist and bites the inside of his cheeks, trying to play it off with an awkward chuckle. 

He doesn’t reply at first, just looking at you like he’s trying to draw the answers from your eyes, an answer that is there, but he can’t read for some reason. 

“I don’t understand,” he finally replies, and it’s barely more than a whisper. “We have just met and yet it feels like I’ve known you for a lifetime.”

You can feel your heart shattering into a thousand pieces.

“Oh Fives, what have they done to you…” Your hand reaches up to cup his cheek, but his own shoots up first to press against his temple, just behind his tattoo, and he winces in pain, backing away from your touch. 

“I– I have to go,” he utters and stands up, quickly making his way out of the mess hall.

You’re left there, alone. Hurt. Hopeless.

~~~~~

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[thewingedbaron]

Feb Fics Day Three!

Sorry this is late! Got a little distracted last night and didn't end up finishing yesterday's entry on time, so here it is! Day 4 will be out a little later today :)

Day Three: First Encounter With Their Love Interest

(Modifying this prompt just a little bit to the first time Alyss realized it was her love interest) 

Summery: Alyss (Tav) realizes that her feelings about the Cleric of Shar have become a little... confused.

She was praying again. Her lips moved silently, working smoothly through the well worn words as if they were made for her lips. She would have hated the way the moonlight danced off her skin, giving her a silvery glow. After a long moment, her eyes opened, brilliant green orbs with- 

“Fuck!” Alyss hissed as a glob of bubbling wax landed directly on her finger. She quickly scraped the burning wax from her skin with a spare bolt, cursing as she stuck the singed digit in her mouth. By the time she glanced back up, the cleric had disappeared back into her tent. 

A sock of disappointment wormed its way through her mind. Why was she disappointed? It didn’t bother her what the cleric of Shar did with her time. Alyss winced as she accidentally stuck her finger into the boiling wax a second time while trying to set the feathered plume straight. 

“Pining sadly all by yourself are we?” A voice as smooth as spider silk slipped into Alyss’ ear. She suppressed a groan as the pale elf dainty sat himself on the log beside her. 

“I don’t know what you’re referring to.” Alyss replied evenly. The half finished bolt in her hand had suddenly become very interesting. 

Astarion laughed. “I can’t say that I blame you. We all love a bit of shadow in our lives from time to time.” He teased. “I’ve been more for sunshine these past days.” 

She could feel his eyes on her, burning away the thin veneer of busy work that she was trying to maintain. She could imagine he was teasing her secrets from the small changes in her expression as she failed to maintain a neutral face. A century passed by the time Astarion sighed and dropped his gaze. 

“Be careful with that one, Ranger.” He said softly. “I hear Shar is the Lady of Secrets. Our cleric’s might run deeper than most.” 

With that, he disappeared, slipping off into the night like a shadow, and Alyss was a lone again. 

Be careful? She thought. Love a bit of shadow? He couldn’t mean? No, absolutely not. There was no attachments to be had. Soon enough they would rescue the druid leader, Halsin, and he would tear the tadpoles from their heads. Then their strange little party could part ways, and none of this would be her problem anymore. Besides, Shadowheart was a lady of Shar. A daughter of darkness. She would have no interest in a half-devil who preferred the company of the open sky and wild animals to most people. 

Alyss glanced up as the cleric emerged from her tent again. She’d changed into more comfortable clothes, tightfitting sleepwear that nicely complimented her form. Her hair was loose, hanging in a sheet over her shoulders, practically glowing in the moonlight. 

Alyss stuck a singed digit in her mouth to cool the hot wax she’d spilled a third time. Across the camp, Shadowheart met her eyes. Alyss hated the way her shoulders relaxed upon meeting the cleric’s gaze. They’d best find Halsin soon, she thought. Or, perhaps, the druid was more comfortable wherever he was. Shadowheart turned away right as Alyss realized she’d been staring. 

Gods damn it.

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[writing--whore]

Hunger

Pairing: The Darkling x Reader

Summary: A/O/B fic. It's your first heat and you're a distraction to all of the men at the Little Palace

Word count: 600

Warnings: No smut but very sexually suggestive

A/N: Okay so I wrote this when season 1 came out. I never actually finished it lol. If anyone is interested, I would love to finish it!

I'm so upset tho bc I did write more than this but I think I accidentally deleted the next few scenes 😭

Also hot take but I am kinda disappointed by what they did to the Darkling in season 2. Season 1 Darkling had me going FERAL. I miss the scenes with him and Alina 😩 There was so much chemistry arghhh it was so hot.

As you walked into the council room, all the men turned to look at you, eyes slightly wide and hungry. You could almost picture the saliva dripping down their chins. You shrunk into yourself as you made your way to your seat. 

It was your first heat and you didn’t want to let it prevent you from going to work. But a heat was even more intense than you’d expected it to be and it seemed to be getting worse by the minute. 

You were absolutely throbbing and your pants were soaked through. You couldn’t help but squeeze your thighs together to try and gain some amount of satisfaction. It only made things worse but once you’d started you couldn’t seem to stop. 

You dared to look around yourself and you noticed that concentration strained on the men’s faces as they now refused to look at you. They were trying so hard to be civil and not to pounce on you. 

When none of you thought you could take it any longer, General Kirigan finally strode into the meeting. His nostrils flared as soon as he entered, clearly taking notice of your scent. He didn’t say anything as he placed his papers down on the table ready to conduct the discussion. You’d never seen him look so tense before, not even during his most high-stakes political negotiations. You started to regret not taking the day off work.

You could hardly think straight, your nipples were hard beneath your bra and you wanted so badly to start palming your breasts through your clothes. You were desperate for any sort of stimulation and had to restrain yourself from rocking your mound the chair. You had an inkling that none of the men were paying attention too, if their stolen glances were anything to go off. 

A few of the men were without a mate and you knew that they were desperate to throw themselves at you. And your instincts were telling you to do the same. But one man’s scent in particular was driving you insane. General Kirigan’s. He was the alpha of all alphas. And it came off in his scent. You were practically dizzy with it. 

You were so painfully aware of his presence. Sure he was incredibly attractive and you might have always had a little crush on him but this feeling was nothing in comparison to that. A part of you was willing to do absolutely anything for that man to put you out of your misery. But its not as if the General Kirigan would ever want to be your mate, you thought sadly. 

“I think that’s enough for today.” He declared.

You checked the clock. You were finishing 30 minutes early. You shrunk into yourself even more. They couldn’t stand your presence for one second more. 

You stuffed your belongings into your bag and went to hurry out.

“Y/N, I want you to stay behind.” Kirigan instructed. 

You froze, tightly clutching your bag, and turned back around.

His hands were pressed down on top of the table - arms as tense as logs. He refused to look at you. 

The door closed shut behind the last person to leave. His scent smelt even more intense now it was just the two of you. 

His eyes remained on the table as he spoke to you - each word was strained: “Y/N, please take the next few days off.” 

“Yes, sir. Sorry, sir.”

He nodded. 

That was all he wanted to say. You should go now, leg it back to your room. But part of you wanted to stay. You hesitated for a moment, your legs slightly shaking and your pants so wet that a drop of it started to trickle down your thigh. You needed Kirigan’s scent to surround you, to claim you, to mark you as his. 

He interrupted your thoughts, “You may leave.”

Of course, your fantasy was never going to happen. 

“Sorry, Sir.” You repeated and hurried off. 

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[sirowsky-stories]

Collision

Part 8

Description: Making their way through the woods turns out to be the easier part of their escape, as the group soon learns that even The Big Apple isn't safe.

Warnings: Pero Tovar x OFC, no reader insert, Pero's pov, conspiracy, cursing, angst, mentions of graphic violence, friends to lovers, hurt/comfort, secret identity, AU fic, smut. Rating: Mature/Explicit 18+ONLY Word Count: 8074 Series Masterlist

Author's Note: It's been over a month since I last updated this, but you're getting a huge chapter instead. And the first smut of this series, which might sadly also be the last, since I might be heading towards an ending for this story. I don't know for sure, but I have an idea of where this might go, and sadly, it's not a lengthy plot. We'll see. Thank you for your unfailing patience :´)

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   They move slowly, since being quiet is more important than being fast right now. They must assume that their enemies are equipped with some form of vision enhancement, either in the infrared or thermal spectrums, which would mean that their only hope of slipping past them, is if they can hear them coming.    Thankfully, the hunters have no reason to believe that their prey have left the safety of the house, and likely aren’t expecting to find them out here.

   Niki does okay with the effort of moving, but her damaged lung makes her breathing harder than the others, and therefor noisier, so Pero uses her as a gauge for when they need to take a break or when he unintentionally speeds up too much.    But it works. They make progress, slow and steady.    It takes almost two hours before they run into trouble.

   He feels it somehow, several seconds before the guy even registers to his other senses, and instinctively stops behind a large trunk of a fallen tree, crouching down and signaling to the others to do the same.    Their eyes have adjusted to the dark well enough that they can see it when he raises a cautionary hand and then ducks.

   The guy is approaching fast, so they can hear him long before he comes into view. And just like Pero predicted, they’re wearing night vision goggles of some sort, enabling them to run at full speeds in the dark, should they need to, but also leaving them careless of the noises they’re making.    Although, it also tells him that they’re not expecting to run into anyone out here.    For the time being, staying hidden is more important than fighting back, so the soldier is allowed to pass without being attacked.

   It’s a tense wait, though, because they can’t know if he sees their body heat or just has an enhanced view of the pitch-black woods. So, when he jumps over the downed log and then carries on without spotting them where they crouch in some underbrush, they all breathe a sigh of relief.    But it’s a brief one, because the soldier’s presence also indicates that there’s likely more of them nearby. The fact that he’s alone means that he’s probably a scout, checking things out in preparation for the teams that follow.

   They wait until he’s out of earshot before they get up and carry on, moving even more carefully now.    Still, it only takes fifteen minutes before the next troubling sound reaches Pero’s ears, this time in what seems to be more than one person coming towards them in the dark. And of course, it happens where there’s virtually nothing to hide behind.

   He stops the group and listens intently, trying to work out exactly where the soldiers are.    They’re practically out in the open, crossing a large flat area where the trees aren’t so tightly positioned and there are no shrubs or bushes to use for cover.    He doesn’t have time to deliberate, so only moments after they’ve stopped, Tovar signals for everyone to lay down flat on the ground, and without even checking that they follow his instructions, he darts off to the left.

   Finding an older tree with a thicker stem to hide behind, he stops and waits for the soldiers to approach the group, counting on their surprise at finding their quarry all the way out here, to give him the slight advantage he needs to deal with them both.    The second they spot the three unexpected shapes on the ground, the two men close ranks and angle their weapons up, aiming at the group. But before they’ve even had a chance to start barking orders at the helpless trio, Pero has already circled around them, coming at them from behind.

   He snaps the neck of the guy on the right, and then stabs what’s apparently a woman to his left, under her arm where the Kevlar vest can’t protect her, severing a major artery.    An enemy is an enemy regardless of gender, and he’s never much cared which kind he might have to harm in order to protect himself or others. But tonight, it all seems so pointless.

   These soldiers probably don’t even know who Niki is or why they’ve been ordered to capture or eliminate her. And while he doesn’t feel bad about killing them, since he’s of the mind that people are generally awful anyway, he does wonder if these people truly deserve to die for a cause that isn’t their own.    Pero has never intentionally harmed anyone that he didn’t personally target because of their lack of humanity or compassion, but he doesn’t know who these soldiers are underneath their armor.

   These two could’ve been best friends. They could’ve been good people. Or horrible people. It’s the fact that he doesn’t know either way that bothers him.    Not nearly enough to stop him, though. Because in the end, it’s the three people he protects that he does know, and what he knows is that they’ve all earned his protection. Not by being perfect, but simply by being kind when they could’ve been selfish.

   Once both enemies have fallen, he drops to one knee and freezes, motioning for the others to stay still and quiet while he waits for the sounds of death to fade, making sure that no one else seems to have noticed the brief commotion, before he beckons for the group to get up and follow again.    But Niki’s struggling now.

   Her body has barely even begun its rehabilitation, she’s only just started walking around and now she’s suddenly not just trekking through the wilderness, but performing quick movements that require a lot of tension and agility.    Most people don’t even realize how many muscles have to be active, nor how hard they have to work, just to enable a person to drop to their knee and then stand up again. It’s only when one is hurt and those muscles can’t perform their function without pain, that one becomes aware of just how much effort it takes.

   Add serious damage to several internal organs on top of that, and it’s a miracle that she’s even managed this first hour without collapsing.    As she tries to stand, her strength falters and she drops to her hands and knees in the wet moss. Gillian is right behind her, and she reacts right away, moving up alongside Niki to check how affected she really is.

   With the silent sign for death, a few fingers cutting her own throat, the nurse signals to Pero that her patient might die if she’s forced to keep going like this.    Thankfully, they’re less than half an hour from the car if nothing more happens to slow them down, so he crouches with his back to Nikita and signals for her to climb on, trying not to panic at the realization that it takes longer than it should for her to move even that little.

   He hates how thin she feels, even through her layers of clothing, as she hitches her legs over his hips and her arms around his shoulders, but there isn’t time to worry about that now.    Even if the dead soldiers won’t be able to set off any alarms by themselves, they’ll soon be discovered anyway. Because these kinds of teams doing these kinds of jobs keep in regular contact with each other, and when those two inevitably fail to check in, someone’s gonna go looking for them.

   So, with the most wanted woman in the world on his back, he sets a new pace, almost running through the woods now.    It doesn’t take long before his arms begin to ache with the effort of helping her keep her legs around him, but he ignores it. He’ll keep holding on to her until his arms are torn from their sockets, if that’s what it’ll take to get her to safety.

   Mercifully, they reach the hidden vehicle without any more incidents, and he sets his human backpack down before he starts to unveil it, since the others can’t even see it underneath the specialized tarp, specifically designed to obscure large structures in these types of woods.    Contrary to what most people would expect out here, it isn’t an all-terrain vehicle or SUV that’s waiting for them, but rather a BMW sedan of a sportier model, but which also boasts outstanding suspension and off-road capabilities for the more adventurous driver.

   It’s one of those cars that you have to know what’s underneath of to understand the hefty price-tag, since the outside looks like literally any other car, and that’s precisely why Pero chose it. Because it won’t stick out on a country road, a fast highway, or in a city like New York. It’s a chameleon, but it’s also a car with a lot of engine, so should it become necessary to evade a pursuing party, it’s got the power to get the job done.

   Quietly, they all get in and buckle up, the women taking the backseat so that Gillian can tend to Niki as well as possible under these circumstances, and then he starts the engine.    It’s a hybrid, capable of running for up to an hour on battery-power alone, then automatically recharges itself with the petrol engine, so there’s no sound beyond what the wheels produce as he starts rolling along the dirt road.

   It isn’t until they leave the dirt road and come onto the main highway that anyone speaks, even though they’ve technically been able to whisper to each other ever since they got in the car.

   “Fuck me, that was tense…” Will breathes, pinching the bridge of his nose before nervously running a hand over his forehead.

   “You did good, all of you,” Pero compliments, because he really hadn’t thought that they’d get through the woods as easily as they did.

   “How’s Nikita doing?” Garin asks then, turning in his seat so that he can see the women in the back.

   “She’s exhausted,” Gillian answers. “She passed out shortly after we got going.”

   “We’ll stop somewhere out of sight to try and get some fluids and nutrition into her, but not yet. I wanna be absolutely sure that we’re not being followed,” Tovar replies, glancing in the rearview mirror so that he can see if the nurse seems to object.

   It doesn’t look like she does, but she looks worried. Which is understandable for a number of reasons, but perhaps mostly because she’s getting ready to leave them to their fates and try and restore her own life as best she can.    She’s taking a huge risk. There’s every chance that their enemies know about her involvement and may try to use her to find out what they’re planning, in which case, she could end up tortured to death in the pursuit of information.

   But this is the choice she’s made, and she has certainly earned the right to make her own decisions, even though they could end up damaging the entire group.    Somehow though, Pero doubts that the stoic young nurse would divulge anything to anyone that tried to force her. There’s a quiet strength to her, and while her experiences at the safe house have tested her limits and brought her to a breaking point, she has still demonstrated a tremendous resolve and loyalty, even to complete strangers.

   No. She won’t give up just because some asshole might try and make her.    And when the inevitable goodbye finally comes, she departs from the group with equal parts sorrow and relief, hugging Niki for a good minute while offering well-wishes and good fortunes, adding the promise that should someone come for her, she will take responsibility for her own actions and not let any blame fall upon the group.    They all believe her.

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   The apartment is nice and the view leaves little to be desired. If not for the constant threat of capture and death, they might’ve enjoyed their stay in The Big Apple a bit more. As it is, no matter where they are, the threat remains the same, so their lives continue to be on hold while they search for a way to set themselves free.    Pero is the only one who leaves their new accommodations for any lengths of time, and only when he must.

   He’s doing what he can to stay up to date with their enemies’ movements, and to that end, his network of spies has proven invaluable, since Will is having trouble keeping his activities online hidden.    It’s only been nine days and Garin has repeatedly stated that to do what he needs to do in a safe way, he first needs to establish unbreakable encryptions and massive firewalls to his systems, and that that takes time.

   So, they find themselves at an impasse. Unable to act for lack of information, and slowly going insane due to isolation and imprisonment.    In that regard, Pero and Will are doing much better than Niki, since the former does get to leave the apartment now and then, and the latter mostly doesn’t want to, being the hermit that he is.

   But the unfortunate Miss Morse is used to working around a huge warehouse, both indoors and out, regardless of weather. She’s used to working with her body and having the satisfying physical fatigue at the end of each day, to help lull her to sleep.    And now that her body is beginning to regain its former strength, the lack of activity is leaving her more than just restless. It’s begun to eat away at her mind as well.

   The curtains are always drawn shut over the windows, as an added precaution, and she spends hours every day standing by the door to the balcony, peering out over the city through the tiny gap between the two lengths of fabric which obscure her view.    Each day, her desire to simply step through that door and just stand outside where there aren’t any walls around her, grows stronger. And today, she seems especially hounded by her own detrimental circumstances.

   “Careful, sweetheart,” Pero gently admonishes when she tugs on the edge of the curtain, not enough to open it further, but clearly wanting to.

   She doesn’t respond verbally, but when she lets go of the fabric, she brings her arms up to cross them over her waist and demonstratively steps away from the window. As if she can only barely keep from screaming at him, using motion to try and quell the negative impulse.

   “It’s not worth it,” he reminds her, knowing that she remembers the lives that have been lost in the name of protecting her, and that any unnecessary risk on her part would be the same as saying that those deaths were meaningless.

   “I know that, Torkie. I’m not gonna jeopardize anything, but this incessant inactivity is making my skin crawl.”

   “It’s the same for all of us, Niki,” he reminds her, and she sighs and takes a completely unnecessary walk around the living room while she responds.

   “Sure, but where the two of you would lay around in a couch or work on your extracurricular activities in the evenings, I’m used to walking in the woods, or at least among streets lined with trees and bushes and wonderful gardens in people’s yards.    I’ve never lived in a concrete jungle specifically because I need the living greenery of the world in my everyday life. I get more than enough of steel, iron and concrete at work.    At least the safehouse had a wood interior and was huddled by the most amazing forest I’ve ever seen. But this… this just feels like one giant prison,” she elaborates, and he does understand.

   He knows that she’s lived in the quiet and small suburban area just outside of their hometown for as long as she’s worked at OffSup, and he’s been to her house several times. Her own yard is big enough to house a badminton tournament and the neighbors are far enough away that she doesn’t need to worry about them spying through her windows.    It’s a beautiful area, populated only with people who love nature and have no trouble sacrificing a few modern comforts to be closer to the wilderness.

   “Well, with any luck, I’ll have our security in place by tomorrow, so keep your chin up,” William encourages. “Once I’m certain that it’s safe, I’ll be able to see anyone who tries to access the surveillance and traffic cameras around the building remotely, and as long as no one does, I think we can be fairly certain that we’re safe to go to the corner store at least.”

   She smiles at that, but it doesn’t reach her eyes. Her heart is heavy with more than just isolation, there’s grief and despair and so much guilt within her as well, none of which she can shed simply by wanting to.    The two unfortunate nurses who had died at the hospital garage that first morning weighs on her conscience most of all, even though she’d only just been put back together and was still unconscious at the time.

   It pains her because their sacrifice had been involuntary. They’d died simply because they hadn’t questioned Gillian when she’d ordered them to help. Because they’d been good and kind enough to accept her word that the unorthodox transfer had needed to take place.    And for that, they’d been gunned down in a parking garage while fleeing for their lives.    Gillian had at least been given every chance to leave and had chosen to stay for as long as she had.

   Pero can see all of this in Niki’s eyes and body language. How she carries the dead, lets them drag her down like ankers to a ship, like thousands of pounds of metal, threatening to drown her the moment she stops fighting.    Which is why she isn’t really fighting for herself anymore. She wants to live, that much is clear, but the need to avenge the innocent, which might include her own baby, has taken over from her need to save herself.

   So, that evening, when dinner’s been cleaned away and she steps into the shower which their bedroom is connected to, he follows her. Not into the bath, but into the room, where he changes the sheets of the bed, lights a few candles and then undresses and sits down on the edge of the bed to wait for her.    Whether she knows it or not, she needs to feel something good. She needs the mental and physical benefits of sexual satisfaction, and he intends to give it to her. If she’ll let him.

   They haven’t been together since before the car-crash, but they’ve since become closer in every other way, so there’s no reason to think that she wouldn’t want to be with him again.    Still, as he sits there and waits, he’s nervous.    It’s always been purely physical for them both. There’s never been so much at risk as there is now. So, even if she doesn’t reject this offer of closeness, things have and will continue to change with every shared moment between them.

   She emerges from the steamy heat of the bathroom wearing only a towel around her body, and then stops when she sees him sitting there without a thread on him.    Her eyes scan the room, seeing the candles and the fresh sheets, and her features soften as she realizes what he’s offering.    Smiling softly, but with a hint of worry in her frame, she steps closer and lets the towel fall to the floor.

   He’s seen her new scars before, but never like this. Never with the intent of touching them romantically, exploring and caressing them, and she clearly wonders what he’ll think and feel about her body now that it’s so different.    Eager to let her know that what he sees doesn’t repel him, or even diminish her appeal to him, he pulls her close, until she’s standing in between his knees and he can kiss the imperfections on her abdomen, before moving down to where his child is hopefully growing.

   “Why don’t you have any medical records?” he asks quietly, as he suddenly recalls his conversation with Dr. Jackson, while he was waiting for her to come out of surgery. “You told me about your earlier scars, the collarbone and the riding accident, but the hospital couldn’t find any records on you.”

   “They wouldn’t… because those were lies,” she admits, and she looks ashamed now.

   Their entire relationship was constructed upon the foundation of mutual honesty, which she has just confessed to be false, and she expects him to react to that. To be upset. And she’s trying to prepare herself to accept whatever that reaction might be.

   “Those injuries happened when I was working on the project, and they weren’t accidents.”

   “They were punishments,” he guesses, and she nods.

   “Not even for disobedience. A guard twisted my shoulder so violently that it snapped my collarbone in half, just to demonstrate how powerless we were to save ourself, should we get the idea to steal information or try to destroy any progress we made.    And this…” she gestures to the scar on her arm, from when it had been broken, “…this was my punishment for talking to another technician about something other than the work which I’d been assigned.”

   She looks so defeated as she talks about this, and he doesn’t like to see that. Lies or no lies, she hasn’t tried to deceive him, only protect herself.

   “I’m not angry with you, Niki. I understand that you had to keep that to yourself. Just like I never told you about Mr. Hood,” he reminds her, and she does look more comfortable then.

   “I would’ve understood if you had. I wouldn’t have found you less attractive for knowing that you can’t abide cruelty or falseness in people.”

   “Thank you. But that’s also easier to say in retrospect.”

   “Yeah… that’s probably true.    Still, our relationship was never meant to be that involving. We deliberately withheld things from each other to try and maintain that safe distance between us. To not get to know each other well enough that we risked falling in love,” she reminds him, and he feels like that must’ve been another life in another dimension, because he couldn’t keep her out of his heart now, no matter how hard he might try.

   “Mm. Look where that got us…” he observes, and she shrugs.

   “Again: hindsight makes everything clearer. It doesn’t mean we were wrong to make the choices that we did at the time.”

   “Maybe not, but now that I’ve let myself go there, loving you with all my heart, those years spent behind walls suddenly seem so useless and cowardly.”

   “You are many things, Pero, but not a coward. There are few people in this world who live as honestly as you do, and believe me, that takes courage.”

   “I shouldn’t have thrown you out that night. If I hadn’t been so selfish-…”

   “Don’t do that to yourself, honey,” she cuts him off, putting her hands on his cheeks to keep him from looking away. “They would’ve found a way to get to me anyway.    I know that because I went to see you on a whim that night, after the pregnancy test had come back positive. It wasn’t planned, I never mentioned it to anyone or even voiced my need to see you out loud, I just grabbed my purse and ran out, terrified that if I hesitated, I’d lose my nerve and decide not to talk to you about it at all.    So, they couldn’t have known that I’d be on that road on that particular evening at that specific time, unless they were already tracking my car.”

   He hears her, and he knows that she’s probably right, but he also knows that he hurt her that night. Badly.

   “I remember that look in your eyes… how completely I lost your trust in that moment. How scared and alone you felt. And I had no intention of helping you. I opened a bottle of whiskey and drank myself to sleep instead,” he admits, feeling almost sick to his stomach with the memory. “But getting that call… hearing that you’d been hit and that you were in critical condition… I’ve never felt that kind of bone-chilling terror in my life.”

   “I know. I could see that in your eyes when I first woke up, and it confused me more than not recognizing my surroundings did, because I’d never seen you afraid or even worried about anything before that moment.”

   “Because I hadn’t been, not for years at that point, since I hadn’t had anything to lose for over a decade. Then suddenly my entire world seemed to be falling apart, and I couldn’t even understand that it was because I already loved you.    But I do now. I understand so much more now.”

   He doesn’t tell her where his mind goes, following that thought. He doesn’t tell her about the threats he’s made and the horrific acts of violence that he has and will continue to commit, to ensure her safety.    That when he says that he will stop at nothing to protect her, he really does mean it.    With any luck, she won’t have to see him at his darkest before this comes to an end.

   Instead, he pulls her closer still, until she has to straddle him on the edge of the bed, at which point, he nuzzles his face into her breasts and hugs her body to his, letting the warmth of her skin chase away the darkness of his thoughts.    She wraps her arms around his head and shoulders, then pushes him back until he lays down flat. He lets his hands caress their way down her sides, until he reaches the swell of her ass, and pulls her down onto his hips.

   He doesn’t need to say that she still looks perfect to his eyes. The fact that his hands flow as comfortably over her scarred surface as they do over her soft tits or strong thighs, is all she needs to know that he doesn’t see flaws, but history. A life that’s been lived and the consequences of that life, for better or worse.    He wants to tell her how he longs to see the stretchmarks that their baby might cause. How much he wishes for that to be all she has to worry about.

   But he says nothing, because hopes are so unbearably fragile, and so easily crumbled.    Instead, he follows her lead. Lets her work herself on his hardening cock while his hands speak for him, praising her body, lingering on the little swelling between her hips which he hopes is more than just her normal weight coming back.    And she hears him, even without the words, just as he knows that she will.

   But her lung still isn’t back to form, so even the heavy breathing associated with arousal is enough to give her trouble, and she soon falls to the side, beckoning him to roll with her so that she can relax underneath him.    He knows her body almost as well as he knows his own. Her injuries might be new to him, but he still knows how she’ll react to everything he does, which is why he inches himself into her slowly, so she won’t gasp at the overload of sensation.

   She’s always loved that first push. The initial connection and the excitement of knowing that she’s about to be thoroughly pleasured.    But tonight, he needs her to be calm. To let him convince her body that it’ll get everything it wants, even though it’ll happen slowly and softly. To let him build the crescendo in a steady stream, rather than a raging river.

   And as though her body has forgotten that pleasure even exists, she responds so beautifully to his efforts that she comes for him after just a few minutes, so overwhelmed herself that she doesn’t manage to prepare for it.    Her muscles and nerves are still affected by the surgical scars, the damage underneath, and the weeks of bedrest, that when her body suddenly convulses with almost violent satisfaction, it makes her limbs cramp up, trying to shield her torso.

   “No… don’t stop,” she breathes through the spasms, clawing at his back to urge him to move, so he does.

   And as he does, the overstimulation seems to help her. Maybe because it sends blood rushing out into her limbs to try and disperse the heat from her core, or maybe just because it overloads her nerves system until it can’t lock in place anymore, but whatever the case, she quickly becomes pleasantly boneless underneath him.    He keeps going, hitting her harder now that her breathing is made easier by the increase of dopamine in her system.

   Knowing that she’s satiated, that he’s managed to please her despite the obstacles that her physique still poses, fills him with a primal sort of pride which leaves him breathless as he takes in the relaxed afterglow that’s already begun to spread across her features.    He keeps his movements soft and languid, helping her come down while beginning to work her again, knowing that she’s usually even easier to pleasure after her first orgasm.

   Once more, she responds perfectly. Losing herself in the rapture, she seems to forget that time and space even exists, softly clinging to his body with complete trust that he’ll give her everything she wants, no matter what state she’s in.    And when she comes again, less intensely but somehow even deeper, he unravels with her. He takes care to control his movements, not to hit her too hard when his body too begins spasming with the overload to his system, and she thankfully doesn’t seem bothered.

   Still, he rolls off her as soon as he’s in full control of his limbs again, knowing that she can’t carry the weight of him on top of her yet, and pulls the duvet over her so she won’t cool too quickly. She hasn’t worked up that much of a sweat, but the inner heat still affects her.    For a long while, she just lays there, breathing through the aftermath of her climaxes, and he lays right beside her, watching her without even blinking.

   He knows every line and burgeoning wrinkle, every facial muscle and how she uses them. Which faces she makes, and which expressions are her most common ones.    She smiles a lot. The laugh-lines around her eyes have begun to show even though she’s only in her mid-thirties, and even though she spent almost a decade living and working under the threat of pain and death.    Perhaps finding things to smile about was what had gotten her through it.

   In any case, he loves those lines. He loves what they say about her personality, just like he loves that her body is normally healthily thick. Not skinny nor fat, just normal. She has meat on her bones.    The way she looks now, after weeks of depleting her fat reserves in order to heal and survive, despite the stress and fear she’s been living with, appears sickly to his eyes.

   He can’t wait for her to come back to the fullness he’s used to feeling underneath her skin, whereas all he feels now is protruding ribs and hipbones. Her collarbones and jaw look unnaturally sharp, and even her fingers seem to have lost their softness.    But she’s alive, and recovering well, so with time these things will sort themselves out, if he can only keep the threats away from her.

   “Thank you,” she quietly says in the middle of his pondering. “I needed that.”

   “I know,” is all he replies, because it’s enough for her to hear everything behind the words as well.

   The affection he has for her, allowing him to recall every detail about her. Allowing him to know her like the pages of a favorite book, just like she undoubtedly knows him as well.    He helps her turn to her good side and then settles in behind her, kissing her neck and caressing her belly while she slowly drifts off to sleep.    But he doesn’t.

   This was a much-needed reprieve, but it was only temporary. Their circumstances haven’t improved, and while he always encourages her to relax and try not to worry, he’s incapable of following that advice himself.    Not until he knows that they’re safe.    So, an hour later, when she’s deep within the dreamlands of her subconscious, he gets up.

   He finds Will by the computer in his own room, as usual.

   “How are we looking?” he asks once he reaches the man, and Garin flinches slightly.

   “Fuck, man… Do you have to sneak around like that, you scared the shit outta me.”

   “Not intentionally.”

   “Yeah, right. Stealth is like your normal state, have you ever considered how screwed up that is?”

   “It shouldn’t be a problem for anyone who has nothing to hide,” Tovar chides, but more conversationally than accusatory.

   “Or people with no heart-problems…” William grumbles, which seems excessive.

   “Which you don’t have.”

   “Hey, post traumatic stress sufferer over here. My heart is as frail as they come, just maybe not physically.”

   Pero doesn’t have a comeback for that, and even if he did, he probably wouldn’t say it, because Will’s problem is no joke. The fact that he’s even bringing it up says a lot about how far he’s come in his discomfort with the subject.    He accepted the diagnosis right away, having struggled for years before he finally saw a specialist and had it confirmed, but his self-imposed isolation has made it difficult for him to talk about or even admit that he has mental problems around others.

   “Sorry,” he offers, and Garin shoots him a grateful nod.

   “About our security, I’ve just about sealed it shut. Another few lines of code and we should be good. I’ve double and triple-checked everything, so unless I’ve missed some major flaw, even a whole team of hackers would need several weeks, if not months, to crack it.”

   “Good. Because we need to start going on the offensive. I need a face to the threat, a new angle to push at, because right now, all my sources are coming up dry,” Pero says, to which the other man huffs a little.

   “I thought you had people at the highest levels looking into this.”

   “I do, but they can only do so much without being detected, and if they’re caught with their fingers in the cookie jar, I start losing assets that we can’t afford to lose. Because they’ve still got their eyes and ears open, and they’ll contact me if something new comes up.    But beyond that, you’re my best hope for new leads.”

   “Great, no pressure,” Garin mumbles, only half serious, but Tovar still decides to remind him of his value, because his confidence can’t begin to falter now.

   “You’ve got this, Will. I wouldn’t trust you with her life if I didn’t believe that,” he reminds the vet, who looks mildly stunned by the compliment.

   “I appreciate you saying that. Really.”

   “Just keep working,” he replies with a reassuring pat on Will’s shoulder, before he starts to leave the room. “I need to check if anyone’s got any new intel.”

   “Sure. How does that work, anyway? Do you have like, drop-boxes around the city, or something?”

   “No. If one of my sources has something, they leave a specific message at a specific location, either here in the city, in certain newspaper ads, or digitally, and then I contact them to find out what they know,” Pero explains, pausing by the door.

   “Ah. Old school,” the man nods approvingly.

   “And safe. For them and me.”

   “Right, well hopefully I’ll have this up and running by the time you get back.”

   “Good.”

   He leaves the apartment and follows his usual safety routine to make sure that no one knows exactly where he’s coming from or how he enters and exits the building, avoiding all the security cameras and emerging at different locations around the block, by utilizing the sub-basement levels.    The first thing he did before they even moved in there, was to copy a security card that gives him access to every locked door throughout the entire high-rise, including the maintenance levels and service tunnels.

   It’s around midnight when he steps out of a subway entrance on the other side of the street, and walks off down the block, intending to visit a corner store that he hasn’t been to in the last week.    He randomly switches the stores he uses so that no one can work out where he’ll go on any given occasion.

   Stepping inside, he locates the newspaper stand right away, but he browses the shelves for a while first, picking out random items to buy while discreetly observing all other customers to see if he recognizes any faces, before he grabs the two papers he needs on his way to the register.    He pays for the few items in cash and then leaves, stepping over to an all-night café at the other side of a four-way intersection, where he orders a cup of tea and sits down to read the papers, looking for all the world like a man who just can’t sleep and is passing the time.

   To keep up the appearance of being idle, he doesn’t just jump to the pages he needs to check, taking the time to peruse each page as though looking for something interesting, which does help him to stay aware of what’s going on in the city as well.    But tonight, one of the headlines catches his attention for all the worst reasons.

   Nurse found strangled in hospital basement

   It’s the correct hospital, the story making its way into a major New York paper because of the gruesomeness of the crime, despite being halfway across the country. And the details tell him that it is indeed Gillian who’s been tortured and murdered, even though no name has been released yet.    He closes the paper and rubs at his eyes, trying to keep the anger at bay.

   She was a good person. She deserved so much better, and he can’t help but feel responsible, even though the decisions had been her own.    But he only gives himself a few moments to grieve her, because this changes things.    Even though he wants to believe that she could’ve resisted their efforts to find out where Nikita was heading, he has to assume that she was made to reveal what little she knew, which also means that he has to assume that their enemy has already reached the city.

   And just as that thought has made a home for itself in his mind, the door to the café opens, and a woman walks in. A woman which he instantly knows is there to find him.    There’s nothing obvious in her demeanor to suggest it, but something about her poise and how she carries himself sets off all the alarm bells within him.    He remains in his seat, watching her scan the tables and the backs of the people sitting at the counter, before spotting him in the far-left corner.

   Once she’s seen that his entire focus is on her, she drops any pretenses she might’ve had, and approaches his table, apparently correctly assuming that trying to hide from him in plain sight won’t work.

   “Mr. Hood, I presume?” she asks once she’s reached him, taking a seat opposite him without invitation.

   He doesn’t engage in conversation right away because he can learn a lot more about her by simply watching her for a few minutes. He’s already discerned that she’s military, most likely special ops, possibly with a CIA background, all from how she speaks, moves and dresses.

   “Sorry to interrupt, but I think you and I have some business to work out,” she carries on, seemingly oblivious to how much she’s revealing about herself with each word spoken.

   When he still doesn’t respond, she takes it upon herself to launch into a description of how she found him, which beyond being a waste of time, is also incredibly informative for him.    She probably does it merely to boast, and make him realize what resources are at her disposal, but he already knows those things, so all she’s succeeding in doing, is revealing so much more detail than she thinks is possible for another person to learn in mere seconds.

   “I have a minor fleet of technicians working solely on finding you, so once we learned which city that you’re in, the camera surveillance made it easy,” she says, confirming that Gillian had indeed been made to tell them what little she could, and it makes the anger within him grow both deeper and hungrier. “So, now, all that remains is locating the lovely Miss Morse, and whether you want to or not, you’re gonna help me with that, Mr. Hood.”

   “No, actually, you’ve got that the wrong way around,” he says, finally joining the conversation but keeping his tone leveled and the depths of his fury well hidden.

   She smiles as though his participation means that she’s already won. But she couldn’t be more wrong, and the fact that she truly has no idea who she’s dealing with, gives him tremendous confidence.

   “How so?” she asks, sounding as though this was the most interesting conversation she’s had all year, and he stifles the urge to roll his eyes at her.

   “You’re the one that’s helping me, simply by walking in here. I already know that you work for General Hayword and that the technicians you’re talking about are in fact employed by the NSA. You’ve been given every resource available to locate Morse, which is why, failure to do so will end your entire career, and possibly even your life.”

   She doesn’t like hearing that, nor that he clearly has a much better grasp of his circumstances than she’d anticipated.

   “And how exactly does that help you?” she questions, trying to control her own response by not acknowledging the information that he already has.

   “Because it means that all I have to do to get you off our case is keep you chasing me, rather than her. Your own employer will do the work for me.”

   “Sure,” she tries to sound aloof, but he can see through it. “But then they’d just send someone else. A new face you don’t know and therefor can’t track.”

   “Which would still be to my benefit, because the more people are involved, the easier it is to extrapolate information,” he counters, and her mask breaks just a fraction, revealing a crack in her armor which she then quickly tries to close by sounding clever.

   “But that would mean leaving her alone for an unspecified amount of time, and if I know Nikita, she won’t do well on her own for very long. Especially not in a large city, since that’s not at all her element.”

   “You’d be surprised what people can get used to when there are evil conspiracies chasing them.”

   “I’m not evil,” she says with a grin that directly contrasts her own words, and in response, he allows his own mask to completely vanish as he replies.

   “Yes, you are. You might tell yourself that you’re doing this for your country and that one life is no price to pay compared to the risk of the information she possesses ending up in the wrong hands, but in fact… you’re just a murderer.    Years of being commended for all the atrocities you’ve committed has left you convinced that you’re doing the right thing, when the truth is that you take on these tasks with excitement. No matter how cruel or gruesome, you never shy away. Because you enjoy the carnage.    What you are, is the purest evil there is, and I will happily take my own life if that’s what it takes to keep you away from Niki. But I think I’ll start with taking your life, and then we’ll see what comes crawling out of the woodwork.”

   “See now you’re contradicting yourself, Mr. Hood. You just said that if you simply wait, my own employer will do that for you,” she smugly remarks, trying to sound superior.

   He leans forwards over the table slightly, fixing her with his dark eyes, which keeps her focus away from where his hands are slowly moving.

   “Precisely. I said if I wait. But the fact is that I currently have twelve links to the general, none of which passes through you, so even if I give in to this unadulterated loathing that I have for you and your obvious contempt for every other living thing, I’m pretty sure that I’ll be fine.”

   Leaning back again, with a flick of his wrist, almost too quick for the human eye to perceive, he sends a small blade into her brain via her nasal cavity. Not through the nostrils, though, the small throwing knife is heavy enough to penetrate bone if angled correctly, which is why almost all of it disappears into her skull, taking the bulk of her nose with it.    She dies instantly, falling forwards onto the table.

   To keep her head from banging against the hard wood, he catches it and sets it down, quickly but elegantly, before immediately rising and leaving the café.    It’s been a while since he last killed someone like that. In full view of the public and in such a brutal way, but it doesn’t faze him. His assessment of her character was on point, he’s absolutely certain of that, and he has no qualms about murdering bad people.

   No, what troubles him when he starts walking down the block in a leisurely pace, is the fact that he really can’t return to Niki now. Not until he’s certain that no one else is tracking his every step.    It’s unlikely that anyone will be able to work out where he was coming from based on where he turned up on the city surveillance tonight, but he can’t risk giving them more data to go on. Not around that building at least.

   He needs to make them believe that he’s trying to get to another apartment building, preferably not too far from the one they’re currently staying in, and he needs to do it without raising suspicions, either from his own party, or his enemies.    So, he strolls along the streets, feigning indifference as he makes his way to one of the neighboring houses, all the while feeling increasingly distraught with the idea that he might not be able to return to Niki and Will for some time.

   He wonders what they’ll think. Surely not that he’s abandoned them, they must know by now that he wouldn’t do that. But will that very fact make them think that he’s been taken or harmed? Because if so, there’s a risk that they might do something ill-advised to try and recover him.    He has no other choice but to trust that they’ll be smart enough to not do anything rash, since he can’t take a chance at sending them a message right now.

   Still, the thought that it could very well be days before he can see his beloved again, is quickly filling his heart with darkness and sorrow, but he can’t let that happen.    He needs to be sharp, he needs to work the problem to make it go away, not sit idly by and wait for it to sort itself out.    Which is why he starts to formulate a new plan.

   If it works, he might be able to crush their opponents from within, or at least cause them enough trouble that leaving Niki alone becomes the preferable solution.    But it’s a dangerous play, and one that means putting himself in a terrible position, which is why he hasn’t allowed himself to truly consider it before.    He has to, now though, because with this new development it’s only a matter of time before they find her.

   The best he can hope for, is that all three of them survive the coming week.    Whether they’ll still be able to be together… Well, that was never guaranteed to begin with, although it’s unfortunately starting to seem almost impossible now.

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Part 9

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Is it better to include an elevator pitch or not in a query? As an example, if the query is three paragraphs plus a bio, should it also have a one sentence elevator pitch at the top - do you recommend that or is it optional/doesn't matter either way? Which is better - elevator pitch, 3 paragraphs describing book, then bio, sign off or 3 paragraphs describing book (or 2 in some cases), bio, sign off, no one sentence pitch at top? I feel an agent might just read the first line then decide?

I have no questions in the inbox, but this was sitting in drafts for like -- a year? Haha. Sorry, original asker! I'm going to put this in the FAQ under Querying, as it's sort of the definitive "this is what you put in a query" answer, I think.

To answer your question: There are a lot of people who have a lot of rules and tips for queries, and here's what they DON'T usually tell you:

It doesn't really matter what order you put the elements of your query in, or three paragraphs vs two, or whatever whatever. Just include all the information we ask for and make it short enough to fit on a page. These are the ONLY two "technical" rules. Other than that - we just want it to be compelling. We want it to make us want to read the book. So make it how you like it! What sounds good to YOU?

Now. What you are calling the "elevator pitch", I'd call a log-line actually. I consider an elevator pitch to be something you are delivering in person - like if somebody asks, "hey what is your book about", your answer is nutshell elevator pitch. A log-line is a little shorter -- just the very top-of-the-treeline description about what we are about to look at.

Personally, if I were writing a query letter, I'd probably go like this:

Salutation: Dear so-and-so,

Short intro paragraph: I'm querying you for A REASON / I met you at A PLACE, etc. I'm delighted to share TITLE, a CATEGORY complete at WORDCOUNT about LOGLINE.

About the Book: 1 to 3 paragraphs. Mine would probably be two paragraphs: ONE paragraph about the book, expanding the log-line, ANOTHER short paragraph to wrap up the first paragraph as necessary.

Bio: Previous publications if applicable, if not just a little something about yourself.

Sign off: With social media handles, etc.

For example:

#1 - Salutation

#2 - Intro

I have such fun listening to your podcast, and when I saw on social media that you are a sloth fan, I figured it was kismet and I should send this your way! SLOTH COPS is a twisty MG whodunit complete at 60,000 words, about two polar opposite sloth police detectives who must team up if they are to have a hope of catching the mysterious tortoise murderer plaguing their city.

#3, flesh that logline out:

Captain of the Sloth Squad Callisto Jenkins is an experienced veteran on the force; she's seen it all in her day, and has the gallows humor to prove it. Officer Stormy McNair is a rookie on the beat, desperate to make his bones as detective and prove to every doubter that so-called "bad sloths" like him CAN solve crimes. A foolish mistake during an investigation causes Callisto to take Stormy's badge and gun away and consign him to desk duty, but the hothead rookie can't stand being benched and figures out a way to get involved with Callisto's last case before retirement -- the case of the Tortoiseville Strangler.

#3.5, close out the pitch part:

The strangler doesn't take kindly to sloth cops on his turf, and Stormy and Callisto soon find themselves embroiled in a case that is much bigger and more sinister than they could have imagined. It will take Callisto's patience and dedication to the hunt combined with Stormy's brazen attitude and quick wit to get them out of the Strangler's lair with their necks intact, and put the shadowy tortoise killer behind bars where he belongs.

#4 Bio :

I'm Fiona Q Whittlestone, and I'm a professional private detective, which sadly, is a lot less exciting day-to-day than movies would have you believe! I live in Palm Springs, CA, with a 100 year old Desert Tortoise named Ambrose who, as far as I know, has never committed a crime. SLOTH COPS is my first novel.

#5: Sign-Off

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Now - 1 and 5 obviously have to stay where they are. In my opinion, 2/3/4 make the most sense in that order, and that's about the right amount of room for them. But if you wanna do a hooky log-line, then the about, then the nuts-and-bolts -- that's fine! If you'd rather introduce yourself THEN put the description of the book and then the nuts and bolts -- or you need only one paragraph for the book -- or you need three paragraphs for the book but it still fits on one page -- that's fine! We just need all the info, and we need it on one page. That's it.

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