#she's so much more competent now but she STILL gets tossed off to the side (literally)

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Prompt: Hanni comes home earlier than expected

Or

Minji gets caught humping Hannis favorite bunny plushie

TW: g!p, mommy kink, overstimulation, humiliation, light breath play, dirty talk, degradation, crying, humping, hand jobs, cum licking, cock warming

Minji missed Hanni.

Plain and simple, she missed her. 

Truthfully Hanni had only been gone on a solo schedule for a few days and was due to come back early in the morning. And the younger girl had made the effort to call Minji every night despite how tired they both were after their respective long days. 

But Nevertheless, Minji missed Hanni. Hearing her voice over the shitty speakers of her phone just couldn’t compete with how she sounded when she was talking to her in real life. She couldn’t hear the tiny breaths she’d let out mid-sentences. She couldn’t hear the quiet laughs she let out when she said something funny. Or more so, her failed attempts at making a joke. 

She just couldn’t get Hanni out of her head, no matter how hard she tried. She really did try to distract herself by making herself spend overtime in the practice room learning the dance for their new comeback ahead of time, playing on her Nintendo Switch, and even hanging out with the younger members even though it was also their days off. Trying her best to distract her mind off the girl she missed the most. 

And doing that for the past couple of days did work for the most part.

But, as the current day began to draw to a close, and the younger members were washing up and heading off to their respective rooms, Minji felt all alone again.

She had been tossing and turning in bed for the past hour. She just couldn’t fall asleep without the comfort of Hanni next to her. She had tried to call Hanni prior to trying to go to sleep, but the younger didn’t pick up. Which Minji knew she was probably on the plane coming back now, but she thought she’d try anyways, only to not prevail. 

That’s how she found herself getting out of bed, leaving her room, and making her way down the hallway till she was standing outside of Hanni's room. There was no harm in just laying in her bed, so she was there when she got back in the morning, right? Minji thought to herself. 

After mulling it over in her head for a few moments, Minji had made up her mind. With her hand on the door handle, she opened the door and was immediately hit with the warm, inviting scent of a mixture of vanilla and citrus. The scent that always lingered when Hanni was around. 

Only except this time she wasn’t. 

Minji was enveloped in the scent she loved most, without the girl she needed most. It only made her miss the younger even more. 

Before she knew it, she had made her way into Hanni's room, closed the door behind her, and flopped on top of the mint sheets of her bed. Getting surrounded by the various bunny plushies that covered her bed. 

The plushie's scent engulfed all her senses; she dug her face deeper into the fur of the plushies. So soft and inviting, they smelled so much like the younger girl, she wanted to get even closer. 

Before Minji knew it, she felt an all too familiar pulsing in her sleep shorts. 

“No, no, no, not right now” Minji leaned up from her place on the bed and let out a huff. Mentally punching herself in the face, did she really miss Hanni that much? 

She sat in the center of the bed, trying to think about something to get her mind off her hardening dick, hoping it would go down. But, it seemed that god wasn’t on her side at the moment because after a few minutes went by, her dick was still twitching in her shorts, begging for some attention. 

Now debating in her head what to do, she glanced at the clock Hanni had on her nightstand reading 3:06 am. The younger members would be long asleep, exhausted from their busy day. What was the harm in jerking off in your girlfriend's room while she's gone? Minji thought. An early riser by nature, she could definitely wake up, change the sheets and slip back into her room without anyone noticing, she convinced herself.

The throbbing in her shorts getting harder and harder for her to ignore. She let out a sigh and slipped her hand beneath the fabric of her sleep shorts, feeling that, yep, her boner definitely wasn’t going down anytime soon. So, she began to palm herself over the of her boxers. Letting out a low moan as the fabric of her boxers rubbed against her shaft. 

She slipped her hand beneath her boxers, letting out a breath of relief. Taking her bare cock in her hand, jerking it from the base to the tip. Her fingertips were already getting covered in the precum leaking from her tip. 

Her shorts and boxers proved to be in the way of her ministrations. So, she took her hand out of them before taking them off and tossing them to the side. They were now tomorrow morning's problem. The cool air of the room caused her cock to twitch even more with anticipation. She took the length back into her hand, collecting the clear fluid leaking steadily, then spreading it on her hard length. 

She tried to picture that it was Hanni in the room with her, jerking her off instead of herself. She tried to imagine the times that the younger girl had gotten her off in secret. Thinking back to the time she and Hanni had slipped away during a rehearsal, she had gotten so overwhelmed that day by the way Hanni had been very clearly feeling the music with how she’d sway her hips to the beat of the song. 

She imagined how the younger girl was between her legs looking up at her with those bright brown eyes. With her much smaller and softer hands around her cock, jerking her off. Thinking about how Hanni always knew how to maneuver her hands in a way that always got her off embarrassingly in minutes. 

Minji’s strokes had started a comfortable pace, biting her lip with her eyebrows furrowed deep in her own imagination. Surrounded by the scent that she loved most in the world. She could feel herself getting closer and closer to her ever-approaching orgasm. She started jerking faster. Stroking her cock from the base to the tip, rubbing her thumb over the slit, making herself shutter. 

But, after another minute of the pace she set, she groaned in frustration. She just couldn’t cum. The fact that it was her own hand stroking her cock just wasn’t doing it for her. It just wasn’t the same as having Hanni’s hands around her. 

She needed something more. 

With her hand still firmly on her cock, giving it a few languid strokes. She got up and kneeled on the bed, facing the various bunny plushies before her. Before one of them caught her eye, it was the one Hanni always kept in her arms while they cuddled, the one she always faced the other away when they were doing…… things. Minji never really understood why Hanni would turn the plushies away, stopping no matter what they were doing, just to face them the other way. But she always obliged, wanting to make her happy. 

As if she was under some sort of spell or in the guise of nothing but pure lust, she grabbed the bunny plush with her free hand and set it just below her cock. Staring at it for a couple of moments, was she really about to do this?

Her body seemingly making her mind up for her, she dipped her hips down, letting the fur of the plushie graze against her cock. Giving her a sensation she hadn’t had before. 

But what she did know was that she liked it. 

She started to lightly grind against the bunny, the fur of the plushie tickling her and globs of precum dripping onto the poor bunny. Yeah, she was definitely going to have to wash this later. 

Repositioning herself so she was now basically straddling the plush, with it between her thigh and her arms holding her up as leverage. Having already been close before, Her hips were grinding at an inconsistent pace, teetering somewhere between enough and not enough.

Feeling her arms start to tense up out of exertion, she grabbed one of the pillows closest to her and pressed her face against the pillow with her arms resting upon it. Upon inhaling, her nose became enveloped in the scent of the citrus-scented conditioner Hanni always used.

“Hanni… Hanni…. Hanni,” Minji whimpered, thankfully the pillow muffling the noises falling from her mouth. 

She dug her face deeper into the pillow, wanting more of the scent. At the same time, she ground harder and deeper against the plushie. The soft fur mixed with her precum combined with the friction she was providing had her hips stuttering. She imagined that it was the younger girl below her instead. Minji absolutely loved being inside Hanni. She always felt so warm and wet around her. She could stay inside her forever and be content. Although, Hanni was always reluctant about it, only letting her be inside when she was being good. 

She continued the pace, finding just the right angle where the fabric of the plushie would drag against her sensitive tip in just the right way. She didn’t care how pathetic she looked in this moment. Being surrounded by the scent that by all means was purely Hanni, and picturing in her mind it was the younger girl she was defiling. Her hips began to falter in intensity. Whimpering into the pillow below her as she came erupting onto the poor bunny plush. 

It wasn’t the same, not even close. The plushie didn’t provide the warm, comforting feeling that Hanni did. And it seemed like her cock was agreeing with her, with the way it hadn’t gone down, even after just cumming.  

But, somehow, in a sick way, with the added fluid from her load, the plushie felt even better pressed up against her. At a much slower pace than before, she dragged her hips against the soiled fabric of the plush and ground on it languidly, wishing it was Hanni. 

For now, though, the bunny plushie would have to do. 

-

Unbeknownst to her, Hanni's manager had managed to get her on a plane back home ahead of schedule, and she was getting taken back to the dorm earlier than previously expected. And after a hectic last few days, she was ready to pass out and sleep.

Upon unlocking and entering the dorm, it was just as she expected. It was completely dark and silent. Not a light could be seen, or a sound could be heard other than the low hum of the air conditioner and the nightlight they kept in the kitchen because Haerin loved the occasional midnight snack. But, seeing as it was nearing 4 am, her members were long asleep.

As quietly as possible, she rolled her suitcase into the living room through the hallway passing by the other girl's rooms, until she reached hers at the end of the hallway. As her hand was on the doorknob and she was about to open the door, she could just make out the sound of faint whimpering coming from the other side.

And upon hearing the noises, she quietly opened the door, where she was faced with Minji with her face pushed into one of her pillows, naked from the waist down, grinding on top of one of her beloved bunny plushies. Letting out little whimpers every time her hips would dip down against the fur of the plush. And by the way, she didn’t stop her movements. She hadn’t heard Hanni come in. 

So, Hanni quietly pushed her suitcase into the corner of the room and walked over to the edge of the bed. 

“What do we have here” Hanni spoke loud enough to ensure she snapped Minji out of whatever lust-filled imagination she was in. 

Causing Minji’s movements to come to a complete halt. Before, she mentally prepared herself and was able to muster the courage to lift her head off the pillow. She looked up at Hanni, who was standing over her, looking at the state she was in. 

Hanni was met with the older girl looking up at her with those big brown eyes of hers, with her hair messy, a few strands stuck to her sweat-coated skin. 

“I-i-i,” Minji stuttered. 

“All you had to do was wait one more night for me to come back, and you couldn’t even do that,” Hanni scoffed. 

“I-i’m sorry,” Minji muttered out, avoiding eye contact with the younger. 

“Yeah? Clearly, you’re not” Hanni couldn’t help but laugh, as for lack of better terms, pushed her off the poor bunny plush. Holding it in front of Minji, showing her how soiled the plush was with her cum. 

“How many times did you cum? Don’t lie to me” She threw the plush back at Minji, seeing the tears well up in her eyes. 

“Tw-twice, th-three times. I-i- don’t k-know” 

Hanni just scoffed at her. Before she took notice that throughout this entire time, Minji had gotten hard again. 

“So, fucking pathetic, already came three times, and you’re hard again,” Hanni rasped. As she got on top of her bed, joining the older, now sitting beside Minji. She reached one of her hands in between the legs of Minji, lightly wrapping her fingers around the base of her cock. Elicting in a loud moan from the older.

“S-sensitive,” she mumbled 

“This is what you wanted, though?” 

“I know you were thinking about me while you ruined my plushies, right?” Hanni spat. 

Earning no response from Minji, she tightened her grip around the base of her length. 

“I said right”

“Mmm- R-right,” Minji whimpered. 

Hanni smirked as she started to move her hand on Minjis cock. Her cock was still wet, covered in her own fluids from her previous ministrations. Moving her hand from the base to the tip was proving to be easy. 

“So, fucking filthy, you should be thankful I'm even touching you,” Hanni rasped. As she dragged the fingertip of her thumb over the red tip, collecting the globs of pre cum spilling out of the older. 

“Mmm, tha-thank y-you, Mommy,” Minji whimpered, her eyes fluttering closed, With her fingernails digging into the sheets below her. A smile grew on Hanni's face at the familiar name. In response, she started to pump the olders cock at a steady pace.

She looked over at Minji, who was biting her lip, trying to hold in the little whimpers falling from her mouth. Her face contorted in pleasure with every movement on her length. Hanni leaned over, letting a line of spit draw from her mouth, flowing onto her cock. 

“Hnng, m-mommy, pl-please. Wa-wanna c-cum” the older girl babbled. Her body started to thrash under Hanni’s touch.

“Stop it. You don’t get to tell mommy what to do” Hanni roughly gripped her cock.

“Ah-ah, I’m so-sorry mo-mommy,” She hiccuped. 

Hanni herself could feel her panties starting to flood with wetness. She was entranced watching Minji writhe under her touch. The lack of action the past few days starting to get to her too. 

The joint combination of her own salvia, new precum, and leftover cum was providing more than enough slickness for her hand to smoothly glide over her dick. The lewd sound of Hanni's hand moving up and down Minjis cock filled the room as she quickened her pace. 

Minji's hips started to buck up into Hanni's fist. Taking the opportunity, she used her thumb to rub the red tip while tightening her grip and pumping her hand faster. The older girl let out a flurry of whimpers and whines, partnered with tears that were threatening to be released at any second. 

“Cum, for mommy, baby boy,” Hanni rasped into Minjis ear. Letting out a loud whimper while her tears were beginning to pour over as ropes of cum began to erupt from her cock. White globs of cum landed on the fabric of her sweatshirt-clad torso while the remaining fluid flowed down her cock, and onto Hanni's hand. 

Minji slumped back against the pillows of the bed. Letting out sniffles while tears continued to flow from her eyes. Simutesnly trying to catch her breath.

“Aww baby boy, look at the mess you made” Hanni held up her hand, which was dripping in the older girl's cum. A blush of red began to make its way up Minji’s cheeks as she tried to dig her chin into the fabric of her hoodie. As if she was a dog hiding from her owner after getting scolded. While looking at her cum ridden hand, a devious thought popped into Hanni’s head.

She took her clean hand and took Minji's chin, forcing her to look at the mess she had made on her other hand. 

“Open” Hanni’s tone was sinster.

Minji’s eyes teetered from side to side as she just barely noticeably shook her head no. But Hanni was not having any of it. She lowered her hand from the older girl's chin to her neck and lightly, with her fingers and thumb, squeezed the sides of her neck.

“Be a good boy, and listen to mommy,” Hanni rasped.

With tears still staining her cheeks and another set prickling in her eyes. Minji wanted to be Hanni's good boy, so she parted her lips slightly. A despicable smirk formed on Hanni’s face as she let her fingertips slide past the olders lips. 

“Clean it all up. If you’re good for Mommy, maybe, I’ll let you fuck me,” Hanni cooed.

Minji perked up hearing that. And she began gliding her tongue over the digits. Tasting her own sweet yet salty load, the sight was filthy. But, with the way Hanni’s eyes were trained on her every movement, looking at her with nothing but enthrallment, she couldn’t stop. She wanted to please her mommy. She wanted to be a good boy for her.

She parted her lips, engulfing Hanni’s fingers in her mouth. Licking and slurping between the crevices of her fingers. Before she retreated back, a string of drool connected from her lips to the digits. 

“So messy for mommy, just a little more baby boy” Hanni used her free hand to wipe away the drool that was dripping from her lips. With her eyes clouded and a shaky nod, Minji once again parted her lips, sticking out her tongue every so slightly. 

Dipping her head slightly to get the perfect angle. With a long swipe of her tongue, she licked up the last of the remaining cum, that coated the back of the youngers hand. Hanni had taken note of how during this time, the older girl's cock had begun to start to harden again.

“My baby boy is such a pervert. Getting off to licking your own cum, so dirty,” Hanni mocked. Tears welled in Minjis eyes, but she couldn’t do anything but take it. Getting up from the bed. She could feel Minji’s eyes on her, watching her every movement as she stripped her clothes off, tossing them aside.

Making her way back onto the bed, she straddled Minji’s lap. “Already hard again. You came what? Three, four times? You really missed mommy that much?”.

“P-please, m-mommy. I-i want,” Minji babbled while reaching out to Hanni. She smiled at how pathetic the older girl was acting for her. 

“Okay, baby boy, only because you’re so cute” She used one of her hands, cradling Minji’s chin. 

She began to shallowly grind on the older girl's lap. Spreading her hot wet core on the latter's cock. Making her whimper at the movements “Pl-please m-mommy inside.”

Deciding to have some mercy on Minji, she reached down between them, took hold of her cock, and lined up the tip with her core. Before she slowly inserted the tip, making the poor girl thrash and whimper beneath her. Hanni, on the other hand, was biting her lip, quivering at the thick length breaching her pussy. After nearly a week of no action, the older girl felt even bigger than usual inside her. 

“Give mommy a second, baby boy. You’re doing so good”.

Minji gripped the sheets below her, trying to resist the urge to thrust into the heat as Hanni started to slowly feed more of her length into her waiting core. 

Leaning down, she gave Minji a peck on the lips. She started circling her hips, feeling the thick length pressing against the most sensitive parts of her. She dragged her hips up until just the tip was inside her before drawing them back down until she reached her hilt. Their hips connect, with Minji oh so deep inside of her.

“Filling mommy up so well, can you make mommy cum baby boy?” 

“Need mommy to tell me what to do” She blushed. Fuck she's so cute, Hanni thought to herself.

“Thrust up into the heat, just like we practiced, okay?” Hanni cooed. 

Minji tried her best to think back to the times when they were together, and Hanni had to tell her step by step exactly what to do. Not letting her cum until she did exactly what she wanted. It didn’t matter how often the younger girl made her practice her thrusts in front of her from fleshlights to the real thing. She knows her mommy knows what's best for her. 

And she was always one to please her Mommy, so Minji nodded as she planted her feet on the bed. And started to thrust into Hanni's waiting core. She was trying her best to only focus on her length going in and out of the younger girl. Focusing on trying to only make her mommy cum. 

But, it was backfiring on her. The overwhelming feeling of warmth from Hanni's core as her cock plunged in and out was too much. Truly no matter how many times she practiced with Hanni and with herself, it never compared to the real thing. 

Hanni’s pussy was squeezing her cock so tightly. The wet and warm heat made her see stars as she thrust. The younger girl had taken notice of how absolutely gone Minji looked. Her head tilted back against the pillow, with her mouth hung open. 

Until she felt an eruption of a warm feeling inside of her, followed by a loud whimper from Minji. She had came again. Shooting rope after rope of cum inside her pussy. How the older girl was able to cum this much after already cumming four times four times previously, she had no idea. But it was safe to say it was one of the best things about her. Judging how even after she had cum so much, her length still stood hard and throbbing inside her cunt. 

“Aww, baby boy. You came again,” Hanni put on a fake disappointed tone as she shook her head. 

“I-i’m sorry, Mommy, f-felt so good,” Minji whimpered, tears prickling from her eyes. She wasn’t sure if it was from disobeying her mommy or from sheer overstimulation.

“It's okay, baby. I know you missed me” Hanni pressed another kiss on her lips before she started grinding her hips again. 

“But mommy still hasn’t cum yet,” She rasped into Minjis ear. 

By this point, Minji was tired. Her cock was sore, and it was all starting to feel too much. But, of course, she still wanted to make her mommy happy and be her good boy. 

Having had her fun with the older girl, Hanni was now after her own orgasm. As she harshly ground on her poor cock. Then bouncing atop of her, letting Minji’s cock hit her where she needed it most. Hanni could feel herself quickly approaching her orgasm. Her body fell atop the girl below her. Luckily just in time, she was able to catch herself. Her arms kept her up as they were pressed against the sheets next to Minjis's head. 

“Give mommy one more. Cum with me, baby boy. You can do that, right?” Hanni, barely able to keep it together herself, whined. 

Minji nodded. She reached her arms around Hanni, keeping her close. This is what she wanted. She loved the feeling of them being connected to one another. The way she could feel the labored breaths she was letting out against her ear. But, at the same time, it was overwhelming. She could feel Hanni getting tighter and tighter as she approached her peak. 

“Just a little more, baby boy,” Hanni just barely was able to squeak out. Her body lost itself as her peak neared. 

Even though the searing pain in her cock was telling Minji to stop, she kept going trying her best to work in conjunction with Hanni's movements. 

With one last deep thrust, she felt Hanni unravel on top of her. Her arms gave out, her body flopping on top of her. Orgasming with a loud gasp, with her pussy contracting in pleasure around her cock. Sending Minji into her own orgasm. The tears that had been building in her eyes were finally being shed as she shot her load into the girl above. Her orgasm, this time not being as strong as before, was just as overwhelming. 

They stayed in that position for a while, each trying to catch their breath. At Some point, Hanni’s arms had wrapped around Minji's torso. Her head was buried in the crook of the older girl's neck. At the same time, Minji kept her body steady with an arm on her lower back.

After a few more moments had passed, Hanni was able to come to. Looking at Minji, she saw how her face was stained with tears, and her cheeks still flushed red. She was able to reach one of her hands up and ever so slightly wipe away the fallen tears. She heard the older girl let out a sigh of contentment. Hanni couldn’t help but smile at the way she leaned into her touch and tightened her arm around her. 

The uncomfortable position they were laying in started to impact her. Her other hand was trapped beneath the girl, that was acting very bear-like at the moment. With the way her body was pressing down on her arm and the way, she was exhaling into little grunts. She tried to remove herself from Minji until she heard the girl beneath her let out a whimper. 

“Mmmm, no, Mommy, too sensitive,” She protested. And How could Hanni argue with that? 

However, Minji knowing how uncomfortable the position must be for Hanni, maneuvered them ever so slightly so that they were both laying on their side, with Hanni's head resting against her chest. Her arms still holding her tightly around her waist, with them still connected together.

Basking in the post nut glory, or more so the post six nuts glory, Minji rested her chin on Hanni’s head, planting a soft kiss on her head until she heard Hanni say something barely audible.

“You’re buying me a new plushie.”  

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Attention - Part 3: No Competition

Pairing: Roronoa Zoro/AFAB Reader (referred to as she/her)/Trafalgar Law

Summary: Zoro feels like you’re slipping away

CW: Vaginal Fingering

Previous Chapters: Part 1 Part 2

Next Chapters: Part 4 Part 5

Word Count: 3.3k

MDNI; 18+ readers please

(Divider by @cafekitsune Banner by @/eelnoise

Something had happened between you and Law, Zoro could feel it. From what he could tell, the dynamic between you two had shifted, and he didn’t think you even realized how obvious it was. Without the bite of animosity, he and Zoro would lock eyes, analyzing who had better footing with you, and trying to determine what they felt about each other.

You and Law were always orbiting each other, your gravities drawing you together. Rather than wait for you to find him, he’d openly seek you out and remain fixed at your side. Never one to show obvious affection, he always kept a respectable distance. But as the physical space between you shrank, and during moments where you were bold enough to touch him in front of people, he’d open himself and allow you to lean against him.

It’s not that you acted any differently towards Zoro. Still lighthearted and flirtatious, you’d give his arm the occasional squeeze and hold his waist as you walked past. You’d come to the gym bearing water and snacks, and rub his back while he napped under the shade. Your eyes still sparkled like jewels as you laughed together, tossing another empty bottle of booze into the ever-growing pile between you. If anything, you were spreading yourself evenly between the two of them. If you weren’t with Zoro you were with Law, and neither him or Zoro seemed very intent on questioning you about it. Taking the role as your dedicated knights, they were on standby, awaiting your beck and call.

One thing that spoke to the shift in energy was you fully abandoning your local island hookups during the several week journey. Although not necessarily a bad thing, it did make Zoro long for the days when you’d get done up to hit the town. How you switched up your everyday style of a cropped tank and baggy cargos - though he did love that too - in favor of more lace-up tops and tighter jeans. And what he missed most was you rescuing him when he ambled off during a pub crawl. Extracting yourself from the clutches of an overeager sleeze, you’d make a beeline to save him from a night of aimless wandering. Grasping his arm, you’d cackle away as you guided him back to the group, and he’d hold you close to keep you from crumpling under his weight. More often than not, you’d both return to the ship together, collapsing in a heap on the deck and passing out under the stars. Those nights were when he truly had you to himself, unwound and mochi sweet, soft enough to sink his teeth into. If only he’d gotten off his ass to do it.

Zoro now spent most of his days, when not blowing off steam in the gym, trying to figure out why you being intimate with Law was so troubling to him. He’d been fine when you indulged in the occasional romp because they were always so fleeting and temporary. He’d been comfortable with what he had with you because it was casual, it was easy, and he had you in a way that no one else ever could. He never felt any pressure to prematurely push things along because there was no one who could ever compete with him when it really came down to it.

Law however was...someone who could be worthy of you. And this truth gnawed at Zoro’s heart, as much as he hated to admit it. Despite Robin’s morbid pondering, he knew there was no way you’d actually leave the crew behind. But what he feared most was you abandoning your desire for him. He wanted to say that he’d let you go, but as more time passed he began to consider being more selfish.

No one would say anything to Zoro about it directly, but the weight of everyone’s curious stares was hard to ignore. Franky, who took on a role as an unimposing pseudo-older brother, would clap Zoro on the back and throw an occasional “you’re alright” in passing. Zoro always shook him off, but a fraction of the tightness in his chest would loosen.

Intent on clearing his mind, he headed to the kitchen for a nightly booze raid. Surprisingly, he found you there - having seen less and less of you during the later hours, thanks to Law’s special sleep meds. You stood with your elbows propped on the kitchen counter and a bowl of fried rice at your side. Distracted by your turbulent thoughts, you failed to acknowledge his entrance. As he strolled over to the liquor cabinet, his eyes flitted over to you nibbling on your thumbnail. The metal clank of him breaking the lock finally snapped you back to reality.

”Oh! Hey you!”

”Yo.”

After grabbing the last bottle of sake, his heavy footfalls rattled the foggy tension as he walked over to the bar. He took a seat and glanced down at your rice.

”You better finish that up before it gets cold, you know how that cook is.”

”I’m not you, I don’t have to worry about getting my ribs caved in by his boot.”

He snorted as he pulled off the cork of the bottle, not bothering to counter your argument.

”And anyway, I’m gonna wrap this up for breakfast tomorrow. I realized I’m not really hungry.”

”Clearly.”

Your eyes finally met his as you dropped the fork you’d been twirling.

”What’s with that tone?”

He hadn’t realized he’d had one.

”What’s with you spacing out so much tonight? I thought your doctor gave you those magic pills.”

You went back to nipping at your nails, avoiding his stare.

“Did you fuck him or something?”

The hand in your mouth dropped at the same moment your jaw unhinged.

”What the hell?”

”Come on. I know you well enough to see that something happened. Did you fuck him?”

”No I didn’t fuck him.”

His brow arched in disblief.

”We didn’t have sex...nakedly.”

”Hah? What the hell does that mean?”

You gave him a smirk, pushing your bowl of rice aside.

”Figure it out.”

Letting your cryptic confession marinate, he tried to envision what other activities you and the ever-uptight Law could’ve been up to. A part of him felt rubbed raw as he realized you and him still hadn’t even kissed, and yet you and Law had already been entangled with each other. Whether it was sex or something else, you’d been physically intimate. And in that moment you’d never felt more out of his reach.

“So are you two gonna be a thing now for the next, what, five days? Since that’s how much longer we have until we reach Zou.”

Your eyes softened as you reeled in your defenses. Like you remembered you were supposed to care about him too.

”We’re not ‘a thing’. But...would it bother you if we were?”

”Well I wouldn’t exactly be overjoyed considering he’s still an enemy.”

”That’s not what I mean. Would it bother you?”

He chewed on your words, trying to decide how much he was willing to reveal - to you and himself. Raising up from his seat, he walked around to the other side of the bar where you stood. You continued to face away from him, even as he came up behind you to wrap an arm around your waist.

”You’re not going anywhere,” he murmured into your hair.

”What are you talking about?”

”I mean you’re staying right here.”

You straightened your back, touching the hand encircling your waist.

”Zoro, I’m not leaving any of you. I’m not going anywhere.”

”That’s not what I mean.”

You turned around, face dissolving into somber understanding.

”Is that what you think is going to happen?”

”That’s what I think is happening.”

You placed your hands on his shoulders, slipping them around his neck when he stepped closer. As you took his face in your hands he wanted to kick himself, hating how much relief immediately spread throughout his body - how consumed he was by your touch. Your head fell forward onto his chest and he flexed his hand holding your waist.

”I thought you said you were cool with this and there was no pressure. You’ve never been this bothered by anyone else before.”

Resting his head atop yours, he let out an exasperated breath.

“None of the others mattered. He’s different.”

“Because he’s the enemy?”

“Because he’s him.”

You looked up and he struggled to keep himself from breaking contact with your prying eyes, picking apart the rawest parts of him.

“What, do you hate him or something?”

“No, I don’t. It’d be easier if I did though.”

“Then what is it about him that’s bothering you?”

His body felt strained. He hated feeling as if he was admitting to a shortcoming on his part.

Turning you back around, he wrapped you up in his arms to pull you close. You tipped your head back onto his shoulder and snuck a hand into his hair, making him shudder as you lightly scratched his scalp. He brought his lips to your cheek, brushing his nose along your skin. More purposeful kisses tickled your ears and neck as you melted against him.

He loved when you leaned on him, physically or otherwise. You’d told him how you were forced to remain strong for yourself after living such an unstable life, and being with him made you feel safe. He wanted to be your fortress, blocking out any forces that came to knock you down. And he wanted to be your anchor, keeping you from drifting away when you got too much in your head. His body and mind were strong - it would take nothing for him to carry everything of yours and his.

Your soft sighs soothed his ears as he glided his tongue along your neck. Digging his fingers into the tenderness of your sides, he inhaled the citrusy aroma of your skin, and you cocooned yourself into him. Moving a warm hand down below your abdomen, he toyed with the drawstring of your sweats.

“Zoro. What are you doing.” It wasn’t really a question, and there was no trace of apprehension in your voice.

“Reminding you of what’s here.”

He kept his hand still, waiting for you to respond. You trembled with want, finally guiding it between your legs. Zoro hadn’t even realized how hard he was until his fingers made contact with the wet fabric of your panties. As he ground against your backside, a low groan settled in his chest.

“You’re so wet already sweetheart.”

Your words were stolen as his fingers massaged your clit, your panties providing a delicious friction. As you released a small sob, he cupped your pussy and squeezed.

“I’m gonna take care of it, alright?”

Still fighting for words you nodded. He slid a hand into your underwear and stroked his middle finger between your swollen lips.

“We should’ve done this forever ago. Why did we wait so long?”

“I was waiting for you to make the first move,” you replied, voice airy and feather light. He smiled. He should’ve known you’d been relying on him. He’d spent enough time teaching you how, it was good that it finally become second nature to you.

“I guess I gotta make up for lost time then,” he murmured into the side of your neck, circling a blunt finger along your entrance.

“Zoro please,” you whined, digging your nails into his arm.

“Please what?”

“You haven’t even kissed me yet. Please kiss me.”

He hadn’t forgotten, he was just waiting to hear you ask for it. Removing his hand from your pants he grabbed your hips and spun you around, hungrily capturing your lips. Your hands gripped the fabric of his shirt, bringing him closer as you moaned. He was so hungry for you a growl ripped from his chest, and he leaned you against the counter. Cupping your head and tipping it back, he gave himself a better angle to lick into your mouth. Your hands moved without purpose, grasping at anything they could reach. When he yanked your sweats back down to shove his hand back into your underwear, you pushed against his chest.

“Zoro,” you panted “we can’t here. Sanji would lose his mind if he found out.”

“Good, that makes it the perfect spot.”

“But-“

He cut off your protests as he lifted you up, moving to wrap your thighs around him and slamming you against the adjoining wall.

“There, now we won’t soil the prep station.”

He claimed your lips once more before you could respond, nudging his hardness into your core. Any trepidation of yours disappeared as he rolled his hips and you tightened your legs around his waist.

“Let me put you down so I can stuff my fingers inside you.”

With little protest, you dropped your legs, spinning around to face the wall. Your sweatpants remained gapped open at your thighs, giving him the freedom to resume his teasing touch beneath your panties.

“You want me to pull these all the way down?”

“No, I kind of like them up. Feels like you’re digging into something forbidden.”

“Can’t be forbidden if it’s mine.”

You collapsed against the wall, scratching your nails along the smooth wood. Spreading your legs open, you gave him better access to finally dip two fingers inside you. Your walls begged to be breached, hugging his fingers tightly, and warm and slick with your arousal. He couldn’t stop his teeth from sinking into your neck as you thrust your ass against him, begging for him to go deeper.

“Is this why you’re so stuck between us? Because your pussy’s so greedy?”

“Stop saying I’m greedy, I just want you both,” you cried with a needy whine, still arching your back as he stretched you.

“Did he open you up this good?”

“We didn’t get that far...he made me cum too fast.”

“He’s that good? I guess I gotta one-up him then, don’t I?”

You refused to answer, losing any semblance of coherency as you stood on your toes in an attempt remain balanced. You gasped as he swiped his thumb along your clit, curling his fingers forward into the sensitiveness of your center. He considered freeing himself from the confines of his clothes, but decided this moment was meant just for you.

“Tell me how you want it.”

“Just...keep doing that.”

“How did he do it for you?”

“Why,” you whimpered, struggling to find your words, “why do you keep talking about him while you do this to me?”

“Because clearly you like it,” he smirked as more of your slick slid down his fingers to soak your underwear. “You like thinking of him while you’re with me, and I bet you like thinking of me while you’re with him.”

He added a third finger just as your mouth opened, and your reply died in your throat. Using the heel of his palm, he continued rubbing it against your clit as he curled and spread his fingers relentlessly.

“Am I wrong?”

“No,” you keened in a withering tone.

“You want me to go get him so he can watch? Maybe take you next?”

“Zoro...don’t worry about him right now. I just want you to stay here, please.”

Drawing his lips along your temple, he felt the fangs of his yearning sink deeper. He was becoming tethered to you with a steel thread, and not even the strongest sword could sever it.

“Ok. I’m all yours.”

“You are?”

“Always will be.”

You tried to turn back around but he pressed a hand between your shoulder blades, forcing you further against the wall. Your weak wails crescendoed with the slick sounds of his fingers still thrusting inside you. Removing the hand on your back, he covered your mouth with his open palm.

“If you’re really worried about that shitty cook finding out, you gotta be quiet sweetheart.”

You nodded, eyes dotted with embarrassed tears. Zoro craned his head around to get a look at your face, and the sight he was met with would remain tattooed in his mind forever. You were so weak, so needy for him to bring you to your undoing, and you offering the gift of allowing him to take control fanned the flames of a burning addiction within him.

Your orgasm shattered you moments later, so tangible and molten-hot through the convulsions of your body. Your cheek was still squished against the wooden slats of the kitchen wall, and you huffed shallow breaths when he removed the hand covering your mouth. Finally spinning you back around he re-captured your lips in a hazy kiss, pillowed by your shortened breaths.

“I’m sorry I waited so long,” he sighed, gazing into your half-lidded eyes.

“I can’t believe he’s got you so worried that you’re apologizing to me now.”

Ignoring your teasing he removed his hand from your panties and pulled your pants back up. You geared up to heckle him further but paused as he slipped a hand into his mouth, sweeping his tongue between his fingers.

“What was that?” He snickered as your voice faltered.

“Nothing,” you gawked, tracing his jawline with your fingers.

“You’re not trying to play us, are you?” He asked, poking your side.

“You know I’m not. There’s too much at risk. I can’t help that you both snuck up on me like this. And I can’t help that you’re both so desirable.”

He hummed, taking the hand of yours on his face to lay a kiss on your knuckles.

“Yeah Robin did say you have a type. Guess we’re just that hot, huh?”

“I mean, you both are very pretty.”

He chuckled, kissing up your wrist until you tried to pull your hand away.

“Zoro.”

“Hm?”

“I don’t know if I’m going to be the same when he leaves.”

“I know,” he muttered, grabbing your hand back to resume giving it kisses.

“So why are you still being so sweet?”

“I’m just naturally cute, remember?”

“Ugh, you’re insufferable,” you scoffed without any real malice. You pushed away from the wall, side-stepping him to put your bowl of rice away. As you turned back to face him, you presented him with a smirk.

“Don’t think this completely puts you over him. He still made me cum faster.”

He smiled, walking away from the bar.

“Yeah well, at least I managed to touch you underneath your clothes.”

Your eyebrows raised as you realized he’d finally figured out what you’d done.

“Sure, but I got to feel what’s underneath his so you definitely have some Big Competition.”

Swiping the bottle of sake from the counter, he walked over to join you at the door.

“No wonder that guy’s so strong, he’s had to lug that thing all over the Grand Line.”

“Zoro!”

He smiled with a toothy grin, kissing your head as he walked past you into the hallway.

“Go find your doctor and get some sleep.”

The pat on his backside stopped him in his tracks.

“Don’t worry, he knows just how to put me to sleep. Goodnight Zoro.”

You spared him a quick wink over your shoulder and walked away. If you really were heading over to meet up with him, he’d endure it. It was only five more days until they’d reach Zou, and then you’d thankfully part ways. He’d finally have you all to himself during the journey to Wano. And although he didn’t pray, he strongly hoped that for once, all of their plans would run smoothly once they reunited with everyone.

Unfortunately, that original course of action would be thwarted by unforeseen events, thanks to that shitty cook.

#myfic #roronoa zoro x reader #Trafalgar law x reader #zoro x reader #law x reader #roronoa zoro #Trafalgar law #one piece #attention series

[mychoombatheroomba]

Proper Introductions

Between the Bones (Leon x GN! Reader) - Chapter 2

You're feeling a lot of regret for your performance in the training yard yesterday. For lots of reasons.

(Cross-posted from Ao3)

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You had almost forgotten what it was to be a fuckup. You had never been a perfect soldier, by any means, but lately you had been feeling like a competent one again. STRATCOM was kicking the living shit out of you, but you had felt like you were finally cresting the mountain, getting it to a manageable level of daily pain. 

Should have known better than to let yourself get too comfortable. Krauser always noticed when any of you got comfortable.

Your shame and the memory of steel against your side weighed on you the rest of the day, through the training and meals and even into your hour of personal time. An hour that you dedicated to running the drills that Krauser had taught you, trying to clear your head before lights out. 

It only partially worked, and the night was too long and too short all at the same time. When you finally got to sleep, you dreamed of snow and blood, and when you woke the next morning, you felt brittle. Breakable. The dog tags around your neck felt heavy, and you fought the urge to take them off. 

It pissed you off something fierce, so as the day’s training began, you pushed yourself hard, turning that shame into gasoline, letting it burn in your chest. Every shot you fired at the range, every extra millisecond it took to disassemble your weapon was another spark to the blaze. It burned and burned, until lunch time came, and you glimpsed another reason to regret your performance yesterday. 

“Looks like Krauser kicked the shit out of Pretty Boy.” One of your fellows, Valeria, snickered. Her eyes were fixed across the tables, her voice loud enough to carry just as far. Those who cared for gossip looked at who she spoke of, and with the heaviness in your gut, you couldn’t help but join them. 

He’d bruised. That ridiculous haircut of his fell on the wrong side of his face to hide the shiner that was forming across the rookie’s cheek, creeping up to just beneath his eye. Right where your fist had connected the day before. Seeing it made you feel, quite simply, like a piece of shit. It wasn’t the first time you’d given someone a mark in training. Wouldn’t be the last. Still, when he felt all those eyes on him and looked up, you couldn’t help but feel that you’d kicked a puppy. He couldn’t have been that much younger than you, but there was just something about those ocean eyes that deepened the pit of regret in your stomach. That only got worse when your own eyes met his. You thought he’d look away quickly. 

Instead, you found yourself surprised as the bruised cadet held your gaze, just the way he had when his guard had been up yesterday, before you’d knocked him to the ground.

“Wasn’t the Major,” Alejandro, another of your peers, corrected Valeria. Then, you felt the energy around the tables shift and you took your eyes off the kid you’d injured and looked instead at the man speaking. “Way I heard it,” he gave you a wolf grin, lifting a cup of water towards you in a toast, “it was our Sergeant, over here.” 

Murmurs swept around you, and you did your best to hide your grimace.

“Beating up babies now, huh?” Someone jabbed. You almost struck back. He put up more of a fight than you ever have was right at the tip of your tongue. A few years ago, you would have hurled the insult with abandon. Pull the pin and toss. Now . . . well, with the shit sleep you had and the general less-than-ideal way you felt, you just went back to eating your meal. If the scop they served could be called that. 

The rest of the recruits had their fun - as much of it as could be had before they realized you weren’t giving them anything to work with. You, in the meantime, just sank back into your own spiral of thoughts. 

You shouldn’t have hit him like that. Krauser was right, you shouldn’t have been tagged in the first place, but you didn’t make things better for yourself with a cheap shot. 

You’d just felt that knife against you and . . . and then you’d fucked up. You’d brought your own shit into the fight, made it someone else’s problem. Let yourself get scared by a fucking practice knife. It was stupid. 

It was stupid, and you wanted to put it behind you.

You finished your food quickly. Wasn’t anything to savor, anyway. Then, you stood, bringing your empty tray with you as you marched towards him. He was sitting by himself, and you were grateful that no one would be directly privy to this conversation. He had stopped looking at you, but your movement drew some quick glances from him. Even in those glimpses, he met you with a sharpness. That only grew as you approached, and more of his attention turned to you. Inquisitorial came to mind, one of those damn SAT words that you remembered, god knows why. He looked like he was trying to figure you out. 

He had grit, you had to give him that. 

Made you wonder what his life was like before this. Made you wonder about a lot of things. Mostly, though, you wondered-

“What’s your name?”

He looked surprised that you were asking. His expression said 'What the hell are you doing?'

You wanted to ask yourself the same thing. 

Instead, you waited that second or two before he answered. 

“Uh, Kennedy.” 

“I know. Krauser said that yesterday. I meant your first name.” 

Another pause, and you saw the gears turning in his head. “. . . Leon.” 

You nodded. Pointed to his cheek. “Sorry about that, Leon. You got me. Shouldn’t have been such a dick about it.” 

The recruit - Leon - blinked. His blue eyes moved away from you for a moment. Considering what to say. Then, he shook his head. “No, it’s . . .” if he said fine, you already knew that it would be a lie. He’d been pissed yesterday when you did it, and you couldn’t blame him. “It’s fine.” 

There it was. Liar. A polite liar. 

“No, it’s not. I was an asshole. Shouldn’t have happened.” 

He looked at you, confused, and you understood it well enough. Then, that sharpness about him turned to something a little brighter. Cautiously optimistic. “You said it, not me.” 

“I did.” Again, you nodded. There. Apology delivered, time for you to move on. 

You made it a step before Leon spoke again. “Thank you. For the apology.” 

Oh, he was not the sort of person you would expect to be here. 

Everyone you had trained with so far had been hardened bastards, most of them old and grizzled vets or arrogant hotshots. They needed the best. People who were going to get the job done. They were here to do a job, same as you. You’d come to expect no great affection. 

Even so, looking back at Leon, you found someone who looked genuinely, truly grateful. It took no special insight to imagine why. The training for the US Strategic Command was not and never would be the hardest thing you’d done in life, but it ground you down. It was a pressure cooker, and everyone felt it every second of every day. Krauser was a good teacher, but he was the sort who would push you to your breaking point. Beat you down so you never forgot when and how you showed a weakness. He had long warned that there would be no mercy in the real world, so he trained you without it. So, you knew that when Leon looked at you like that, it was because any kindness shown here was a rarity.

“Don’t mention it,” you said back. Here, in the midst of training for the worst of scenarios, on this most shitty of days, it felt nice to be not only forgiven, but maybe even appreciated. That little feeling stopped you from leaving so quickly, and you stepped towards the recruit once more. “And also: smaller arm movements.”

“What?”

“In our fight,” you clarified, “that’s how I could tell where you were going to go. You were telegraphing everything.” 

Leon almost smiled. It looked good on him. “Krauser told me the same thing yesterday. After.” 

“Well, he’s right.” 

“I’ll keep it in mind.” 

“Good.” 

The interaction was awkward, and you, for one, never wanted to do it again. Still, that was a better feeling to focus on than the crushing guilt you’d been stuck under all morning. You readily embraced it as you went into afternoon drills, glad you could at least make good on one of your mistakes. 

As for the others . . . well, those were the ones you clung to as you and Valeria circled each other later, knives flashing in the midday sun.

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[gryffindormischief]

Thoughts on Olympic Swimmer!Hary?

A/N: How about a little ficlet?

Ao3

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eidolon

Silence under the water, complete isolation, one focus and everything in his body working toward that focus - that's what Harry loves about swimming. It's what lead him from swim lessons to swim team to private coach and now to the 2024 Summer Olympic Games.

Sponsorships and attention are more a means to an end than anything. He'd gladly pass that bit off to some poor sod who likes to grin and have his photo taken.

That's where he and his dad differed. His dad was captain of the UK hockey team back in the day and lead them to victory in a huge upset to everyone's expectations. And James Potter, by. his own admission, did go through a 'poncey period' before he met Lily Potter née Evans and she handed him his head at a charity ball. But even at his most humble, James Potter is a media darling.

Harry James Potter got all the sportsmanship, drive, commitment, perseverance, and whatever else it takes to be good enough for the Olympics. He did not, however, get any of the 'media darling' genes.

It worked when he started out. He was 'that cute shy newbie.' Now, he's twenty-six, competing in his second Olympic Games, had just shattered his previous record (along with the world record), and he is ready to toss up his breakfast at the thought of the press conference where he's about to be served up like a main course.

The dull rumble of conversation escalates to a roar when Neville shoves him into the room, camera shutters clacking loudly while reporters shout his name and random bouts of applause break out from the British press.

Apparently everyone's quite excited to win something.

Neville looms at Harry's side, then at his side glance, claims a seat just out of the heavy lighting meant just for Harry.

He takes a few questions, soft balls about how exciting it is to win, if he's proud of the achievement, what it means for the rest of the Games...

Then he catches sight of a flash of red in the crowd, and his heart starts pounding. He ignores a few new shouts of his name and pushes his glasses further up his face as he looks closer. It is her. Lingering off to the side, under the glow of the exit sign. God she's just so beautiful. Especially when she turns to him - like she is now - and her brown eyes glimmer like starlight.

And though Harry has learned to tune out the cacophony of sounds at a presser, his ear still recognizes sudden silence. It's almost comforting for a second, like when his whole body dips under the water, like when it's just the two of them with too much take away, a crackling fire, and no responsibilities.

Neville groans at his elbow, not like when he really screws up, but like when he grins and shakes his head because Harry's a loose cannon. He whispers, "Your mike is hot, and you definitely said that out loud."

Harry feels his face warm as he quickly looks toward Ginny, who's burying her laughter while the reporters turn to find Ginny Weasley, captain of the UK Women's Football team - currently the team to beat - lingering in the shadows.

She glances toward Harry and he grins. Ginny steps backward into the hallway, and disappears.

Harry chuckles. "Sorry - Ginny Weasley coming to watch me compete is still my biggest win."

#hinny #harry x ginny #harry potter #ginny weasley #neville longbottom #neville #olympics au #blarg writes hinny #blarg writes things #hinny fic

[sokkastyles]

Soooo, life happened and I didn't get as much writing done as I wanted to get done. I don't have a finished fic to bring today but I do have a short sneak peek at what I've been working on for @zkmythicalcreaturesweek Day 2: Werewolves and Vampires. I plan to post the actual finished fic eventually.

Sort of loosely based on the videogame The Quarry.

As the evening grew long and cool, Katara followed Zuko up the hill, pausing when she spotted a patch of purple fireweed and kneeling down to snap off the stems, to use later. If she were with a group of campers, then she might have stopped to use this as a teaching moment, to talk about the old ways of her tribe, to discuss the plant’s uses and to thank the earth for its blessings. Fireweed meant life was returning to a place. When the flowers went to seed, it meant summer was finally over. They still had some time, yet.

Zuko stopped and turned to watch her.

"You know, I always envied the way everything was so sacred to you. I don't have that."

"Yeah, you do," she said, thinking of the way he looked during his xiaolin classes with the kids. How happy, like he'd forgotten the rest of the world existed. “The kids love you. That. That’s sacred. And you love them, too. And this place. That’s why you keep coming here.”

"Nah," Zuko shook his head. "I just had to get the fuck away from my dad's house. That's what those summers meant to me. Like an escape." He punctuated the last word by breaking an overhanging branch that obscured the path ahead and tossed it several yards into the trees.

Katara thought about the summer he didn't get away.

It was the summer after sixth grade, when the girls’ and boys’ cabins came together at dinner on the first night. Zuko was nowhere to be seen for the first time since she'd started coming here every summer since she’d been eight. She'd been glad, then, that she didn't have to deal with Zuko trying to compete with her in sparring and fencing and canoeing that summer. All summer free of his arrogant bragging and volatile temper.

Then the next summer he'd returned, more arrogant and angry than ever, with that scar on his face.

Katara looked away from him. "It's getting dark."

She wasn't sure when her feelings towards Zuko had started to change, when he'd stopped being competition, stopped being that bratty kid, and started being something else.

Neither of them were kids anymore, and seeing Zuko with the campers this morning had made that clear, too. Zuko was one of the rocks here at camp, one of the best councilors she'd ever met. He cared about the kids, and this place, no matter what he said.

She wondered, as she followed his retreating back down the path towards camp, if her feelings had something to do with guilt about that summer. She didn't know the details about the scar that covered most of the left side of his face, but she did know Zuko was telling the truth when he said his home life had been bad. That situation had gotten better, at least. Was it his uncle that he and his sister lived with now? She couldn’t really remember, and that was when she realized that she didn’t really know Zuko, not as well as she should.

Part of her still felt responsible for how much she had hated him when they were kids. Even though it didn't matter. Even though Zuko had clearly forgotten.

Ahead of her on the path, Zuko froze, his body poised perfectly still. "Did you hear that?" He said, almost like a whisper.

Katara could hear the faint rustling of branches as a light breeze tousled Zuko’s hair. The sounds of crickets, heralds for the coming night. Nothing else.

"N-" But then she did hear it. A long, low howl, somewhere in the distance.

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[can-of-lizards]

Make it Worthwhile

Fandom: My Time At Sandrock

Stev x builder

CW: smut

I disappear and this is what I offer when I come back? I’m hopeless. This is my first time writing smut and it just HAS to be of an insignificant character that barely shows up. What is wrong with me. Anyway touch starvation and enthusiastic consent and safe words for the win yaaayy!!

“A jacuzzi?”

Shiloh looks between the two men, trying to gauge the seriousness of such a request. Yan seems rife with enthusiasm, a giant grin plastered on his face as the stone-faced commander Lefu stands just a teensy bit too close to him; a subtle threat to bodily harm, no doubt. Shiloh suspects most of his eagerness is to appease the taller man’s wrath.

“That’s right, newbie!” Yan chuckles a little nervously. “a brand new jacuzzi for our esteemed leader! A great opportunity to show off your skills as a builder!”

Shiloh gives him a flat look, and her eyes flit back and forth between the commissioner and the commander. There is no discernible emotion on the captain’s face, on account of his admittedly cool mask, but somehow the builder can still tell he’s…giddy.

She assumes she has no choice in the matter; she’d rather not be executed or something like that.

“Alright,” she shrugs, “let me out of here.”

She looks back at Justice, Unsuur, Captain, and Cooper, giving a slightly wary thumbs up. As Yan fiddles with the keys and throws the jail door open, Shiloh can’t help but notice the soldier standing off to the side, looking bored. She steps out, and Commander Lefu flippantly raises his hand in a gesture towards her.

“Keep an eye on her,” he addresses the soldier, “she seems a fair bit more competent than this fool.”

Yan sputters, but follows after the commander like an obedient dog. Fucking idiot, Shiloh thinks, and rolls her eyes. Aiming her attention at the soldier who is only a tad bit taller than her (what a surprise, usually she’s a foot below everyone, at least), she crosses her arms and raises an eyebrow.

“And you are?”

“Uh…hey there. I’m Stev. I’m going to be kind of like your…warden? I’ll just be hanging around, making sure you don’t do anything that would, uh, jeopardize our whole mission.”

He seems awkward, but in kind of an endearing way, she guesses. She squints at him.

“Hm. Okay.”

Shiloh doesn’t really have it in her to object to anything at this point. Better to just go with the flow than risk getting her ass kicked. Still, she takes the lead, walking out of the civil corps building with all of the annoyance of a builder who hasn’t slept in three days.

She knows she’s a fast walker, and she revels in the fact that Stev has to put in effort to follow her. She smirks as he stumbles behind her, and by the time they make it to her workshop, he’s almost out of breath.

“So, Stev…” she starts, sounding curious, “what’s it like in Duvos?”

He inhales sharply, clutching his chest.

“Um…pretty dark? And very…muggy.” He says, pulling a distasteful face. Shiloh hums, rummaging through one of her chests for the materials she needs. A jacuzzi is far from hard to build, but it’s always a pain finding what she needs.

“I hear there’s a lot of smog. Do you enjoy living there?” She asks.

He almost immediately shakes his head, which doesn’t surprise her in the slightest. It’s a little hard not to feel bad for all the Duvos soldiers who have no say in where they live.

“It’s not exactly pleasant. I’ve been a soldier since I was…fifteen? Sixteen? So my life hasn’t been much more than drills and sloppy food.”

Ouch. That admittedly is like a punch in the gut to hear. Since he was fifteen?

“And…how old are you now?” She asks hesitantly, tossing a couple miscellaneous parts to the side and groaning frustratedly.

“Thirty two,” he says casually, kicking the sand.

Shiloh nearly gapes at him, and accidentally pokes herself on a piece of sharp metal. Ow.

Thirty two…seventeen years of harsh labor and strict regimens. She can’t imagine living a life like that. For as long as she can remember, she’s wanted to be a builder. To do her own thing, to build things with care and attention and be free to take the commissions she wants—to have her own schedule. How in the world did he survive?

Does he have a family? Does he get to visit them at all? Or did he even have the chance to meet someone and develop a relationship before being thrust into a life of service?

Shiloh also can’t imagine how touch-starved the guy probably is. She has a hard time believing she could go a week without some action of some kind. She hopes he at least has the chance every once in a while to jerk off.

“Wow…that’s rough. I’m sorry, dude.”

She really is, and she tries to sound as genuine as possible. Stev shrugs, and hunches his shoulders a bit.

“It’s alright.” His accent grows a little thicker as his voice lowers.

“You got a family? Wife? Kids?” Shiloh knows she’s probably digging the knife in by asking, but she’s really praying for a somewhat hopeful answer. Stev shuffles awkwardly, seemingly growing more uncomfortable the longer this conversation goes on.

“I’m afraid not. My mother died while I was on duty and I never knew my father. Never had the time to meet a woman, either.”

Shiloh sighs. She’s not sure if it’ll bring any comfort, but she approaches him and pats him on the shoulder—he tenses under her touch, and Shiloh withdraws as if burned.

“Sorry. My bad.”

“N-No, it’s fine,” he says hurriedly, putting his palms up, “it’s fine, really.”

Shiloh smiles kindly at him, and she can tell he tries to return it, however strained it appears.

——

She tries to let the interaction go after that, but it proves more difficult than expected. How is she supposed to move on from that? Despite never being involved in the man’s life up until now, she still feels strangely…guilty. Like she wants to help, but knows there’s very little she can actually do. Her attempts to ward away the memory of him tensing under her hand are futile, and as she works diligently on the not-so-fancy-but-adequate jacuzzi, she worries her lip until it’s sore.

“Are you almost finished?” Stev calls from the sidelines of her work station. He sounds mildly concerned—has it really been that long since she started?

Standing and wiping her brow, she checks the time. Apparently two hours have passed. She gives a thumbs up to Stev and tries to reassure him.

“Nearly done. Don’t worry too much about getting in trouble, I’ll just tell the commander it took me long because I was making it extra special or some bullshit.” She sighs. She knows he’ll fall for it too, dumb bastard. Higher ups are always too far up their own asses to think much. Stev gives his own meager thumbs up, smiling.

Man. He’s kinda cute.

Shiloh shakes her head, mentally berating herself.

And he’s a Duvos soldier, who is currently only with her so he can prevent her from escaping or causing trouble. But she doubts he could really do much if she really wanted to escape—Shiloh is almost certainly more trained in combat than him; she beat Pen for Peach’s sake.

It isn’t like it’s his choice to be here, either. He’s stuck—in his living situation, in his job, in his whole existence. It must be really lonely. Despite the little voice in the back of her brain telling her it’s a bad idea, she can’t help but think maybe, just maybe, she can help out a bit.

Make his trip to Sandrock worthwhile.

As she turns back to her project, she pauses, and spins around on her heels to face Stev again. The man looks slightly surprised to see her staring at him. It must be disconcerting, considering she’s currently having a mental battle.

Don’t say it, don’t say it, don’t say it.

Come on, he hasn’t touched a woman a day in his life, give him something to experience! There’s no guarantee he’ll like it, but whatever, hell broke loose and Duvos has just taken over the town, how strange would it be to make out with a man she barely knows?

Strange. The answer is very fucking strange.

But it can’t hurt to ask, right? It’s not as if she’ll ever see him again after this whole fiasco.

Don’t do it, it’ll only end in embarrassment.

“Do you wanna kiss me?” She says.

Damnit.

Shiloh can’t see his eyes behind his goggles, but Stev’s eyebrows furrow and he stutters, growing very flustered.

“Wh—What?!” In five seconds flat, his face has grown as red as a tomato. Shiloh takes a step forward, and he takes one large step back.

“You might as well!” Shiloh says. “When are you ever gonna get another chance like this? To experiment, to feel what it’s like, to touch someone! I know you’re curious.”

His earlier reaction to her touch told her that much. He holds his hands up, as if she’s going to pounce on him or something. She almost laughs at the mental image that brings up.

“I will get in severe trouble!” He exclaims. “I cannot—not while I’m on duty—“

“When are you ever not on duty? When you’re sleeping? This is your whole life, man! Serving a tyrannical country and not having any down time.”

This is starting to feel like a negotiation, which in hindsight is pretty funny; but Shiloh’s determined to bring him some sort of satisfaction. Some sort of pleasure, some sort of happiness. Because there is no way he’s happy.

Stev’s stance visibly slackens at her words—crap, was she too harsh? Did she accidentally make him realize how shit his life was, when he might’ve been perfectly content living in denial? Fuck, she should—

“I shouldn’t. I can’t.” His face is still burning, and his voice is resigned, but Shiloh can tell there’s a bit of desire there. Maybe she can still convince him.

“I won’t push you to do anything you don’t want to,” she says, “I just don’t think it’s fair, the cards you’ve been dealt. You should be able to live a little.”

She shrugs, and backpedals to her work station, tinkering with the jacuzzi some more while keeping a subtle eye on Stev as the gears turn in his head. The two of them are dead silent for a few minutes, Shiloh stalling her work for as long as she can while Stev stands awkwardly.

She’s vaguely aware of the man approaching from her right, before she’s suddenly spun around. She barely has time to prepare herself before his lips clash clumsily onto hers, and he leans in almost desperately; like she’ll pull away at any moment and declare it all a cruel joke.

It is…not the best. But she wasn’t expecting anything phenomenal. Stev obviously doesn’t know what to do with his hands, because they kinda just hang awkwardly at his sides as he drools all over her. Shiloh quickly takes control of the situation, taking his hands and placing one on her hip and the other on her cheek. She deepens the kiss for a moment before having to practically peel the man away to catch her breath.

“Breathe, Stev,” Shiloh laughs.

The man’s face is flushed, and he clears his throat.

“Right. Sorry.”

He starts to pull away, seemingly thinking that was it. But Shiloh isn’t opposed to giving him more. She pulls him back, kissing him softly this time so he can savor it. Her mouth does most of the work, yet he tries his best to make an effort. His hand trails down to the small of her back, and down even further to the rounding of flesh there. He makes a small, surprised noise at the back of his throat and lifts his hand away.

“S-Sorry—“ he says between kisses, and Shiloh quickly shut him up. She directs his hand back to her ass, insisting he keep it there.

Their bodies fit together like puzzle pieces, slotting into place as Shiloh encourages him to touch her wherever he pleases. She moans as he goes to cup one of her breasts, kneading and groping like, well, a touch-starved soldier. She nearly trips off the edge of her work station when the man pushes her back—thankfully they both end up safely on the ground.

Eventually they separate again, but Stev never stops touching her. His hands are everywhere, squeezing and roaming, and Shiloh wouldn’t have it any other way. She leads him behind the workshop, giggling as she pins him against the wall and kisses him once again, hands on his cheeks. He’s trembling, and Shiloh draws back to look at him.

“Relax,” she soothes, “let me take the lead. You don’t have to worry about a thing. Say ‘yakmel’ if you need me to stop, okay?”

Stev nods, breathless. Shiloh doesn’t even have to look to know he’s hard—she reaches down and rubs his bulge, making him squirm. He wantonly grabs her face, slamming his lips onto hers and accidentally clacking their teeth together.

“Ow,” they say in unison. Shiloh laughs airily as Stev looks ready to die of embarrassment. The builder kisses him softly before he can call the whole thing off, showing him just how unaffected she is by his inexperience. He practically melts in the palm of her hand, wiggling as she paws at his erection.

“Don’t freak out,” she says, peppering his face with small specks of affection, “I’m going to get on my knees, and undo your belt. Are you okay with that?”

“Y-Yes…!” He gulps, adam’s apple bobbing in his throat. He sounds very enthusiastic.

Shiloh slowly lowers herself, resting her knees on the hot sand. She deftly undoes his buckle and tosses the belt to the side, going to unzip his pants. This is going a lot faster than she expected, but neither are complaining. She’s glad she can do this for him, and he seems to be soaking in the attention.

A shiver travels down his spine as she reaches into his pants, finding his member and slipping it free. He makes a small sound, almost like a mewl, and that in turn makes the heat pool in between Shiloh’s legs. Her fingers are delicate as she wraps her hand around his length, pumping once and looking up at Stev with lidded eyes.

“F-Fuck…” he mumbles, but makes no attempt to say the word.

Then, Shiloh leans her face in.

“Holy shi—!”

Stev bites down on his lip and hisses through his teeth. Shiloh wastes no time, rolling her tongue over his leaking tip; she holds his member up with one hand (though it doesn’t really need the help) and rests the other on his upper leg. His knees buckle, body trembling. Again, he doesn’t seem to know what to do with his hands.

“You okay?” Shiloh asks gently.

She swears she hears him whimper before he nods his head fervently, lips now pressed into a thin line and his cheeks flushed and damp.

“C—Continue…” he says, barely above a whisper. Shiloh notices his hand inching towards her head before he pulls it away again, as if second guessing himself. Does he want to take control? Or does he just not know what to do in this situation in general? She thought she made it clear he could do what he wanted, but maybe it’s time for a reminder.

“You can move my head if you want to, Stev,” Shiloh purrs, peering up through sultry eyes. She moves her hand just slightly, loving how he seems to come undone with just the slightest touch. He huffs.

“You’re…sure?” He says, “I don’t want to…hurt you.”

Was his accent always this thick? It’s actually insanely hot. His voice is husky and low, making a mess of butterflies flutter low in Shiloh’s stomach. She wets her lips, blinking up at him seductively as her free hand reaches up to grab his. His palm is calloused, just like hers, and he holds onto it like a lifeline, smoothing his thumb across it.

“I’ll squeeze your hand if I’ve had enough,” she says, “sound fair?”

Swallowing hard, he nods once again, hesitantly reaching forward to grasp her by the hair. For a moment, he simply runs his fingers through the long strands, seemingly enjoying the feeling. Shiloh hums as he massages her head—damn, this guy really is touch starved. The moment passes by pretty quickly, though, and his hand forms a fist, tangling up in her hair as he drags her head forward with surprising speed.

She opens her mouth wide and feels the tip of his cock hit the back of her throat, successfully making her gag. He instantly backs off a little after that, though he still takes long strokes, moving her head in tandem with his hips. It’s erratic and sloppy, but she can’t blame him for it. She lets her jaw relax, feeling the heat pool between her legs as he lets out little, pathetic noises, trying not to be heard. The sounds of fellatio are unholy, and don’t need to be described. Her soft lips around his shaft, her tongue sliding across his length…

All the way through it, her hand stays locked in his. The gentleness of his fingers around her palm is a stark contrast to the strength of his thrusts; she would’ve thought the soft touch was somewhat romantic, if he wasn’t currently fucking her mouth like he meant it.

He gains speed for a moment before becoming absolutely unglued—his hips stutter pitifully as the fist in her hair tightens, and he stops halfway in her mouth before saying anything.

“F-Fuck, I’m going to—“

It’s really too late to stop the cum from exploding in her mouth. Shiloh squeezes his hand and the effect is immediate; he lets go of her hair and she draws back, letting the rest of the mess go on her face. She revels in the beauty of his trembling form as she strokes his cock with one hand, letting him ride out his orgasm. She spits onto the ground, and smiles up at him encouragingly.

“I am sorry—“ he starts apologetically.

“Don’t start, you did fine,” Shiloh interrupts quickly, albeit a little hoarsely, “nothing wrong with finishing a little early.”

“R-Really? But you are left unsatisfied…”

He looks noticeably unsure, and Shiloh wishes she could take off those goggles and see his eyes. What color are they? What shape? Is he giving her the same soulful look she imagines he’s giving her? He’s still trembling, and it makes Shiloh remove his cap and run a soothing hand through his hair.

“I’m satisfied that you’re satisfied, hun,” she says, kissing him on the cheek, “besides, I’ve got hands. I can take care of myself later.”

He doesn’t look convinced, but it isn’t like they have time to go the full course anyway. The commander is obviously still waiting for his jacuzzi, and Shiloh has to make the finishing touches on it. With care, she tucks his dick back and zips him up, retrieving the belt from the ground and snaking it around his waist, buckling it securely. He rests a hand on top of hers as she stands, and Shiloh tries to ignore the way he softly presses a finger into her palm as she rubs him on the shoulder.

“Oh!” He exclaims suddenly, reaching into his pocket. He pulls out a small handkerchief. “For your face.”

He holds it out for her to take, before seemingly deciding on a different course of action. He slowly reaches forward, giving her plenty of time to react as he gently takes her chin and guides the handkerchief with his other hand, wiping her forehead and cheeks. Shiloh giggles awkwardly—she can’t say she was expecting any aftercare, but it’s appreciated nonetheless. She closes her eyes and leans into the contact.

“There,” he leans back, and they stare at each other for probably a bit too long.

“You are…very beautiful.” Stev says, a bit dumbly.

“And you’re very handsome.” Shiloh replies immediately.

It’s the easiest four words she’s ever spoken. He really is quite the looker. It makes her sad that they won’t be able to cuddle after that whole thing, he obviously needs his fair share of TLC—she’s probably getting her hopes up over nothing, but maybe after this whole debacle—after she takes back Sandrock—she could get him to stay.

“Back to it then, I guess,” she chuckles, sneaking in one last kiss before they walk back to her work station.

It’s kinda hard to focus after that.

#my time at sandrock #mtas builder #mtas fanfic #mtas Stev #smut

[bayleystan234]

Damage Ctrl hijack Candice LeRae’s interview and attack The Poison Pixie.

In a mischievous and sinister plan put together by Bayley. Damage Ctrl had a Big Time Candice lerae problem that they take care. Damage ctrl saw Candice as a Cockroach they need to squash it Candice with some tissue and flush her down the toilet and make sure she completely stayed out of there Business for good.

Cathy Kelly : "Candice thank you for joining me Tonight

Cathy Kelly : "You have quite the impact Since making Monday night raw debut.

Cathy Kelly : " Is there any you expect In coming back to wwe

Candice : " I didn't know what to expect

Candice : "I one minute I'm competing in NXT

Candice : "The next My husband and I are stepping back and expanding our family

Candice : "All of a sudden We're back on raw like.

Candice : "Like I guess If I had to say I knew anything it was That this was

Candice : "Gonna Be a challenge for me

Candice : "I've had So much support form the Superstars like Alexa bliss Asuka and Bianca

Bayley walks in a Shouts

Bayley "BOO Bianca Belair sucks.

Bayley : "I got this Cathy thank you

Bayley : "Thanks for stepping in I'm gonna do the interview now

Bayley : "Relax We just got a couple of questions to ask you.

Bayley : First one Who cares

Bayley : Because we don’t see asuka & Alexa Here to listen to your sob story anymore

Bayley : we put them on all self

Bayley : "Just we did to Becky Lynch

Bayley : Yeah you’re welcome ( laugh)

Bayley : I mean we know what we want

Bayley : And did you watch smack down Where iyo & Dakota took care of Raquel and shotiz

Candice : what is this is what are you trying to prove?

Candice : what you are in control of the women division, is that

Candice : the only thing you prove to me is

Candice : Iyo is still untrustworthy

Candice Dakota Is spiteful

Candice : And Bayley You’re still not the raw women’s champion

Bayley : "Yet, All right if you think we are in control right now

Bayley : "You better look around you Because I don't see any friends here to help you

To make the very very intense confrontation a little bit of uncomfortable for Bayley with the Swiftness knock the camera thats filming the confrontation over and shouted.

Bayley : GET OUT HERE .

Damage Ctrl then attack Candice and gave her a 3 on 1 beating in there eyes Candice rightfully Deserved. Bayley then order Dakota and Iyo to find a chair and place Candice in it. While Dakota and iyo doing that. Bayley looked around the room they were in for some supplies she going use on Candice. Bayley opened up a Equipment case and found a brand new role of duct tape Bayley grew a sinister grew a smirk on her face because she had something planned. and a crisp clean white Rag Bayley grab the rag and tucked it into her back pocket lets just say that Bayley was going use the Rag to make sure Candice's calls for help stayed muffled.

Bayley then return to were Dakota and iyo keeping Candice. To prevent Candice from escaping Dakota and iyo held Candice in place by her arms.

Bayley the upicked the roll of duct tape and Stretched it out to very long length and started to say.

Bayley : "Sigh poor poor sweet Innocent Candice All of this could have prevented if you didn't stick your stupid little pixie nose in Damage Ctrl Business. Candice 3 of us see you for what you truly are a gross disease filled little Cockroach. As I tape you up just think of it as me grabbing a clean tissue and Squishing you with it then flushing you down the toilet to get rid. Candice you Brought this on yourself.

Bayley : "I just want you to know that this Situation doesn't end well you Now Hold still you stupid little Idiot.

Bayley then proceeded to wrap Candice lerae's upper body in duct tape and finish off Bayley wrap Candice's ankle together with duct tape. Bayley then tossed the of duct tape to the side and the said to Candice.

Bayley : "I think its time I put you down for long nice nap Dakota and iyo good keep Guard I want a little more private time with Candice.

After Dakota and iyo left Bayley pulled out her rag and a clear bottle of a clear Liquid that seemed more potent than any energy drink Bayley ever had. Bayley Uncorked bottle and a pungent odor wafted through the air, causing her to scrunch up her face in disgust. "Ugh, , what ever stuff this? It stinks!" she exclaimed, trying to maintain her composure despite the foul smell. Bayley then completely soaked the rag in the clear liquid.

Bayley approached Candice With the potent Rag and said to Candice.

Bayley : "Like I told you earlier if you think we are in control right now You better look around you Because I don't see any friends here to help you and also its time for me to get my hands dirty. Sweet dreams, darling

Bayley then pressed pressed the drowsy-soaked rag against her Candice's face. The effects were almost immediate, Candice started to become very very drowsy and went unconscious. Before leaving Bayley notice that the camera she knock over was still filming Bayley picked up the camera and started talking into it.

Bayley : "Hello WWE Universe its Bayley leader of most Dominant trio Damage Ctrl In WWE and I want to tell of you stupid little snot nose idiots Damage Ctrl sees you guys as nothing more than gross disease filled disgusting Cockroaches and we to Squash you with a tissue and flush you clowns down the toilet.

To hammer the point home Bayley grab a clean tissue form nearby and completely covered the camera with it. Bayley then let out her Signature cackle as the segment fade to black.

A little later Bayley was in the ring with lyo and Dakota getting ready for her Bianca Belair. Damage Ctrl were very pleased with themselves for stunt they pulled earlier in the night.

#bayley wwe #bayley x reader #damage ctrl #iyo sky #dakota kai #candice lerae

[keeper-of-all-the-random-things]

III. Public Relations

In which Alex makes a friend.

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Contents: discussion of death, partying

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“He’s really good at kissing ass when he wants to be.”  Alex lays sprawled on her dorm mattress, Thomas Mallory’s charity event playing on her laptop.

Cass blows a raspberry as she picks through her closet.  “Why don’t you like him?”

“We’ve spoken maybe five times since I met him at mom’s funeral.  I think he regrets taking me in.  I’m not a big enough charity to be worth his time.”

“Look on the bright side,” Cass says.  “You’re rich now.”  She shakes a skimpy red dress in front of her in question.

Alex shakes her head.  “He’s rich.  I’ll be rich if he dies.”

“When.”  Cass holds up another dress.

“When what?”

“When he dies.  You’ll be rich when he dies.  No one lives forever.”

“That’s rather morbid.”

“Sorry.  But it’s true.  Okay, time to stop moping.  We’ve got life to live.”  Cass tosses something at Alex.

Alex guesses it’s meant to be a dress, but she can’t figure out how the scrap of fabric is supposed to cover all the important bits.

Cass helps her into it and slaps her hand away as she tugs at the short hem.

“Why can’t I wear my dress?” Alex asks, not deterred from tugging.  “Mine fits me.”

“Because,” Cass says.  “You’ve been wearing the same one dress for eight years.  It still has the fake blood stains.  You’re rich now.  You could afford to buy a new one.”

“I’m not -”  Allex cuts off as Cass levels a Look at her.

“Just accept it.  You look great.”

“I’m going to freeze.”

“Beauty is pain.”

“Right.  I forgot.  At least I’ll die pretty.”

“Now you’re getting it.”  Cass grins.  “Let’s go make some friends.”

…

Alex can hear the party before she can see it.  Tuneless music pours into the street.

Cass disappears almost as soon as they arrive, leaving Alex to mingle with drunk strangers.  Her favorite activity.

Alex stands by a wall, holding an empty red cup to avoid unwanted attention.

“You’re supposed to make friends,” Cass says in passing before she disappears again in the crowd.

“Hey!  Baby billionaire!”  Some guy, Charles or Chad or something, pushes his way over.

Alex grimaces.

“Hey,” Charles-Chad says again when he’s closer.

Alex gives a curt nod and stares at his feet.  They stand awkwardly for a beat.  Charles-Chad is clearly waiting for Alex to say something.

When she doesn’t, he says, “Bet you’d have great parties, Baby Billionaire.”

Alex tilts her head.  Charles-Chad is distracted by someone in a dress somehow smaller than Alex’s.

Despite the cool air, Alex makes her way to the back porch.  It isn’t quiet, but the crushing noise from inside is dulled.  A couple makes out in a dark corner, and someone is passed out one of the deck chairs, but the porch is otherwise unoccupied.

Alex leans against the railing and fiddles with her cup.  She glances over as she is joined by deck chair guy.

“Did I wake you up?” she asks, though she knows she can’t compete with the noise from inside.

He smiles and ducks his head.  “Not many people make it out here,” he says to the yard.  “I’m here to give you your next quest.”

“Oh noble messenger,” Alex plays along, “I’m not sure I’m yet ready for a quest.”

“Never fear.  I have procured items to prepare you.”  He shrugs off a bright flannel shirt and holds it out to Alex.

“I can’t take your shirt!”

“Yes, you can.  You’re turning blue, and I’ve got three more layers to spare.”

Alex nods reluctantly but is grateful for the warmth.

“I’m Roger, by the way.  Roger Lemmings.  Certified quest bringer.  I live here, if you want to return the shirt.  Once you’re properly attired for your adventures, that is.”

“Roger Lemmings.”  Alex stuck her hand out from the too long sleeve.  “Alex Mallory.  Certified bringer of … of something cool.  Pleased to make your acquaintance.”

…

Alex can’t stop smiling.  Walking back to the dorm, trudging up three flights of stairs, getting ready for bed.  Her face is sore from smiling.

She hadn’t expected to have so much fun at the party.  But Roger Lemmings.  He was a surprise.

Alex falls asleep thinking about next time.

Cass gets back early the next morning, looking tired but content.  Her eyes light up when she sees Alex.

“What is that?” she points to the flannel hanging over the back of Alex’s desk chair and gives a little shimmy. 

“That’s a shirt,” Alex teases.  “I’m sure you’ve encountered them before.”

“This one’s new.”  Cass grins, all traces of tiredness gone.  “You didn’t have it last night.  Tell me everything.”

Alex grins back.  “I did what you said.  I made a friend.”

#family friendly murder plot #alex mallory #cass majors #discussion of death #partying #roger lemmings

[majimemegoro]

kimi is possessive and unhinged and yakuza!kadokura is ok with that.

follow-up to this. y!kadokura intro here.

Kadokura had long since gotten past what had once been a rather acute sense of discomfort at people getting close to him. Dull the senses a little—or stimulate them in the right way—and there was a whole world of pleasure that opened up, beyond or even alongside the old familiar nervous thrill that still sometimes ran through his body when someone got a bit too touchy.

Now, in the club with his men all around him and a good high going, he was able to remark as though from a great distance that he’d be feeling quite excellent, thank you very much, even without the girl hanging off his neck. But her hand gently rubbing circles on his chest under the chains and her breath on his neck did feel good. He liked the attention. And just because he was feeling excellent didn’t mean he couldn’t feel more excellent.

He said as much as he accepted another drink from one of his men and tossed it back.

“Hell yeah, aniki,” the guy said, and started saying some boring shit about a club his cousin had opened out by the aquarium.

The woman murmured something against Kadokura’s ear and he hummed in pleasure at the sensation.

Lazily he reached up and wound an arm around the her neck, tugging her even closer.

“I think she’s being a little shy, don’t you?” he drawled to the room at large, and all his men laughed, and that felt good, too, and Kadokura smiled.

The woman had one of her knees practically up on his lap. She probably would have fucked him right there if he let her. What an ego trip.

That combination of thoughts made him think of Kimi. Idly he pulled out his phone and sent off a text.

> @ club iceberg 2 blocks south of KINGXMHU

> im waiting.

He flipped the phone shut.

The woman stroked his neck with manicured fingers. “Who are you texting?” she asked. She said it like the question was an attempt at flirtation. She had only one setting. Kadokura ignored the question, sliding a hand down her waist instead, and stowed the phone in an inner pocket.

One of his men leaned in and said something to him, and Kadokura laughed. He was feeling so good, in a very lazy sort of way. Like soaking in a hot bath with two thirds of a bottle of wine in him. Not sleepy. But as good as falling asleep.

It seemed like no time at all before a familiar figure entered the space. Kimi had rushed over. He liked that. Desperate, delightful little thing.

She’d dressed up for him, too. A clingy red velvet dress that showed off her boobs and her thighs. Good girl. He loved her. She walked over quickly. It was going to be so fun to have her here, the double headiness —the double entertainment—of her presence, her touches, and the dirty looks she’d no doubt shoot at the other women as she competed to show she was his best girl.

He should really do this more often.

“Why, hello there, princess,” he said, a lazy smirk tugging at his lips. “I was just thinking that my other side is a little cold, can’t you—"

Three steps away and she pulled out the knife. That realization cut through the high, but not fast enough for him to do anything but blink before Kimi was plunging the blade forward and down and Kadokura was covered in blood.

Not his blood.

The woman fell away, arms slipping off Kadokura as her body first twisted onto his lap and then fell unceremoniously to the floor as Kimi wrenched the knife free. She’d driven it into the hollow above the woman’s collar bone. Down to the hilt.

Kimi stood before him, eyes wide, lips slightly parted, looking not altogether there. Blood splatters fine as mist across one half of her face. Matching the dress, almost. Like she’d planned this from the beginning.

Kadokura blinked again and his heart thrilled and expressions of shock and terror and delight and anticipation fought for control of his paralyzed face as he waited for her to drive the knife into his gut. It would slot nicely just under his sternum—the skin was exposed there, his shirt barely buttoned. All she had to do was avoid the necklaces and push. Maybe drag the blade upward a little, both her hands wrapped firm around the handle, drag the blade upward with a jerk, making him gasp and rise just barely off his seat, like he was trying to mitigate the wound or chase the high. Like an orgasm.

But she didn’t stab him—just shifted the knife to her other hand and settled happily into his lap. A warm weight, warm to match the blood splashed across his face and chest.

Kadokura took a moment to recognize that, no, she hadn’t stabbed him. And apparently she wasn’t going to.

Odd.

He was almost disappointed—or he would have been, if he weren’t so—so—

Kimi let out a little maidenly sound of surprise, and cocked her head.

“Whoa, how’d that happen?” she asked.

She was looking down at the body. The twisted angle of the woman’s arm. The rapidly spreading pool of blood, the blond hair mottled and soaked in red.

Kadokura couldn’t think of anything to say.

“Well, sucks to suck, I guess,” Kimi said, and pressed her face against his neck, nuzzling into it.

Kadokura let out a slow, shaky breath through his nose as a thrill ran through him. His body was alive again. Humming with energy. The good, easy, lazy high not so easy or lazy anymore, but still very fucking good. More. The heartbeat. The heat coiling in his gut. A sudden life’s worth of energy—nervous, frantic, dark. Kadokura swallowed hard, and wet his lips, and his hands curled tighter, digging into the flesh of her hips, pulling her close. “I can think of something I want you to suck,” he rasped.

#sorry to the readers #i feel insane posting this oh well <3 #there is something wrong with them #now gotta bury this under 3939249 reblogs sdfkjhsdfkjsdfkhjs

[phoenixyfriend]

Fake Sith TCW Trio

I have another fucked up time-travel AU! Who’s surprised? (Nobody.)

So like. Have you guys read that one fic where Luke and his students go back in time and pretend to be Sith Lords and are super hammy about it? (Sith Lord Swell by AMournfulHowlInTheNight)

This AU has contributions by @atagotiak, @the-lunar-system, @purronronner, @gelpenss, @creepingthroughthistidalwave, and @thisarenotarealblog.

I want TCW trio (plus Rex and Cody) to go back to several years pre-TPM and, since the Council DEFINITELY won't believe them about the Sith being back... they'll force the issue.

Anakin is weirdly excited about things and building up their backstory.

Anakin: Okay so I can definitely be a Maul type, with the unhinged ranting and manic laughter, Obi-Wan can be the whole Refined Rich Guy type like Dooku, where you can't even tell he's evil until he starts talking about getting out the eyeball scoops, maybe toss in a bit of mad science stuff? Ahsoka could play up like Ventress OR, oh oh, she can be the Light Side Child we need to PROTECT who's publicly begging us to return to the Light after our big dramatic Falls where we murdered like eighty people to save her, and-- Obi-Wan: Why are you never this enthusiastic about actual undercover missions. Ahsoka: Did you just have all this ready to go, or...? Anakin: WE COULD GET YELLOW CONTACT LENSES FOR ME.

Obi-Wan: How's my evil laugh?

Anakin going “Okay.. so if any of us need to murder someone to sell the bit it should be me, I think I could handle it the best. Why? No reason.”

Obi-Wan: I'm not sure a complete Fall could come from protecting Ahsoka, really-- Anakin: No, no, it could.

Obi-Wan: Surely you’d hold back because you realize neither of us want that for you. Anakin: Uh. Sure. Definitely.

Obi-Wan points out that none of them can channel the dark side to Prove they're Sith and Anakin just goes "Okay, give me like two seconds to stew in my negativity and--right, you can stop staring in horror, please."

Anakin rambles on that they can TOTALLY make the galaxy a better place while playing at being Sith! He's got a whole LIST of slave empires to "take over" and disassemble!

Anakin has a whole excited spiel about how EVIL soldiers and assistants are minions, in this case partly because Cody and Rex are too good at what they do to be mooks. Cody could pull off evil minion very well. Facial scar? Looks good in black? Quietly competent and sarcastic?

He also pushes for Obi-Wan to lounge in a fancy throne with a glass of wine while Anakin stalks the shadows and Ahsoka hangs out on the window ledge. The disaster lineage is dramatic, okay, Anakin’s just leaning into it, he’d appreciate it if everyone stopped looking at him like that.

Qui-Gon, surprisingly, ends up a skeptic about all of this. Everyone is freaking out about the Sith and he’s like “y’know I’m not even sure they’re darksiders.”

Some Jedi, possibly Qui-Gon for his conspiracy board, gets in a real risky situation and one of the Fake Sith saves them, but also panics and kinda drops character for a bit.

Jedi: You saved me! Why’d you do that? Anakin: I uh... just wanted the pleasure of killing you myself?

"You saved me. Why?" "Mmmm. Jedi." [walks away]

Qui-Gon: [trying to figure out what is up with these people semi-competently (from his perspective) pretending to be Sith] Dooku: [trying to protect Qui-Gon from Sith influence]

The gang is the most successful at pretending to be Sith to Dooku. Sure, they’re not gonna punish him for something he hasn’t done, but it’s not hard to act menacing and angry around him.

(They really do have so much fun irritating the heck out of Dooku. He hasn’t Fallen yet, but they want to keep an eye out.)

At some point, future Obi-Wan definitely drops that little tidbit of "What, you didn't think the Banites were the only Sith running around did you? You... didn't even know about the Banites. How... disappointing."

They REGULARLY use Ahsoka as an excuse to be marginally less terrible. They claim that if Ahsoka pouts, they stop. ‘Soka also uses them as an excuse for why she’s a lil feral. (To be fair, that one is accurate. She was already a lil feral before but it’s not like they did anything to stop it.) Ahsoka gets her "breaking into people's offices" jollies by bugging Nute Gunray's office.

The Jedi keep trying to Rescue Ahsoka.

Rex and Cody end up in real beskar, there's a whole Thing with Mandalore and Jango and Satine.

Obi-Wan is CONSISTENTLY worried about Anakin Falling for real, which... hey, at least he knows to be worried about Anakin Falling. Step up from canon, really.

Anakin is WAY too into killing the Hutts but like. It does... technically sell the bit.

Obi-Wan: Sure, I’m not sad that they’re dead, especially because we’re not connected to the Republic, so we don’t need to worry about starting a war and all that. But. Anakin is disturbingly cheerful about this. Rex: Wasn't he a Hutt slave? Obi-Wan: Well yes, but-- Rex: I'd kill Nala Se if I could get away with it.

Cody and Rex are very supportive of Anakin's murderous intentions.

Obi-Wan does understand anger, even killing someone in anger. Like Maul (the first time at least) and D’nar and a few others. All the same, like... y’know. The level of bloodthirst from the others is a little off-putting.

At one point, Anakin accidentally addresses young Obi-Wan by name, despite never having met before, and to cover it up, he... panic-flirts. He panics, and so he flirts, with young Obi-Wan.

(He will later blame this on old Obi-Wan, because he had to pick up the habit of flirting with the enemy from somewhere.)

Anakin vaguely implies that he's a wee bit obsessed with young Obi, and that the padawan should "get used to being the target of a dark-sider's interests," because he’s scrambling for Ominous Shit and, well, future Obi-Wan was pretty frequently a fixation point for darksiders, right?

The second he gets out, he just starts screaming into a bucket while Rex pats him on the back.

For the next however many terrible months, possibly years, he has to keep up the act while having an ongoing meltdown about how That's My Dad As A Twenty-Something.

(It doesn't help that young Obi-Wan reflexively flirted back.)

Old Obi-Wan, meanwhile, is just very "you dug this hole yourself, padawan."

There is an argument at the beginning about Obi-Wan’s outfit. If he’s gonna be a Sith, he can’t just go around in beige, but he’s like “I like this and it’s comfy.” Sure, he’s changed clothes for undercover stuff, but that’s always been temporary, y’know? He likes his beige.

We have a number of options.

My first instinct? Beige linen three piece suit, like a southern lawyer. "Now I may just be a simple Outer Rim force adept--"

And, of course, you can TOTALLY make the beige sinister: he’s impersonating a Jedi! Jedi impersonation would also explain why nobody has a red saber.

“Sure is good that the Jedi don’t seem to realize most of the galaxy doesn’t know red sabers are different and bad.” “Shhhh, stop poking holes in our story where a Jedi might overhear.”

Like.... if you do enough doublethink, it works! How would a Sith hide? In plain sight. Also, it’s a GREAT way (if they were actually assholes) to try to slander the Jedi name.

(Anakin and Ahsoka still think he could stand to put a little more effort in. Add a splash of color, for pity's sake!)

Though tbh part of me is like “What if Old Obi wore, like... a split skirt suit...” Victorian womenswear inspired because he misses his robes, but he has to look Professional, and like he's MOCKING Jedi instead of BEING one, so he wears a vintage-y split skirt thing over his leggings. Ends up looking a lot like what Ventress had for a while, but Beige. I also keep wanting to put him regency menswear.

Anyway. Obi-Wan’s wardrobe aside...

Anakin builds up his Tatoo accent again. It helps him with the (mostly true) "slavery helped me fall" backstory.

Either Cody or Rex offhandedly mentions being made to serve them (the Fake Sith) and now the Jedi are somewhat concerned about brainwashing. Are these Mandos the victims here?

“No like. Literally made for this. In a lab.” This is even more horrifying. So...

On the one hand good! The Jedi should be scared about Sith! On the other hand... it makes the Jedi more determined to stop them, specifically. They keep on getting in the way, just, all the time, and they’re not investigating the actual Sith problem, which is decidedly not great since the Team doesn’t actually know who’s a real Sith right now, except Maul, and who even knows where that guy is.

Obi-Wan, at some point: Do you think we've succeeded at this ruse... a little TOO well? Anakin: I don't follow. Obi-Wan, gesturing at the truly obnoxious amount of wealth they've collected, including "trophies" of their kills: Really? Because I'm a little worried! Anakin, planning out a battle to take on Nar Shadda: ...I'm not.

"How many people do we realistically we need to take over Hutt Space? Apparently... five."

(Mostly because Anakin is ridiculously op.)

ANAKIN AND YOUNG OBI GET KIDNAPPED BY PIRATES TOGETHER. It's tradition.

Anakin: Okay, so, I need to get really angry about something to pass as a Sith... time to think about my WIFE and how I'll NEVER SEE HER AGAIN.

Since Anakin’s life never goes as planned... this does not work. Instead of getting properly angry, he makes himself sad. There are tears. There is wailing. There’s a distraught rant or two. Young Obi ends up awkwardly trying to comfort him.

“Oh no, this… Sith?? Is crying on me. What do I do???”

Later on, when the Council wants intel: "So... one of the Sith cried on me about his wife. I think she's dead? He wasn't very clear about it but it, uh... it sounded like it might have contributed to his Fall. Also the relationship was a little unhealthy? He basically worshiped the ground she walked on and kept ranting about how he would have given her the galaxy on a platinum platter of she'd only asked, but that might be new and inspired by the Dark."

One of the random Jedi is REALLY good at detecting the truth Through The Force, and asks Anakin how he Fell...

Anakin just. Tells the Tuskens story.

They don't get pinged as lying, but oh boy does old Obi have a LOT of questions for Anakin once they're in private.

There are other things happening to help sell the ruse. Some of them are necessary! Some of them are... not.

Obi-Wan: What's the best way to show we're rich and kind of evil, but like... classy about it? Anakin, immediately: I sit on the floor next to the throne, leaning against it, and you call me pet names while stroking my hair, and then when you need something killed I get to do it for you and then I go back to the floor and you thank me for the directed violence, and then you go back to Negotiations with criminals while I’m sitting there covered in blood. Obi-Wan: ...is there something you want to TELL us, or...?

"You're all going to get a glimpse of something normally kept hidden about me." "Anakin, you don't have to do that." "No, I'm gonna."

(Anakin has decided hes going to peel his kink tomato to sell this ruse, and the others are slightly uncomfortable with that.)

Anakin: Okay, I cannot keep flirting with you. Young Obi: Wait, what? But that's the best part of any time we run into you! Anakin: You look WAY too much like my Master did when I met him. Obi: O...kay? If someone looked like my master when HE was young, I'd-- Anakin: My Sith Master half-raised me. He's basically my dad. Obi: ... Anakin: What's that look for? Obi: I mean, you spend a lot of time lounging at his feet, and, like, given how much you hate slavery, I... kind of assumed it was a kink thing? Anakin, brightly: Oh no, I just have a LOT of trauma. And neuroses. Snips says they’re neuroses.

Young Obi is a little upset because he was actually getting REALLY into Flirting With The Enemy and was hoping it would go somewhere. He mopes to Qui-Gon about it. Qui-Gon isn't sure whether to be proud about Obi breaking rules, or worried over Obi-Wan falling for a Fake Sith.

(As Tia put it: "You enjoy making young Obi-Wan have a completely unrequited crush on Anakin, don’t you?")

Fortunately, one of those attractive Young Mando boys very kindly helped him tape up his ribs this one time, and has thus caught his eye...

I feel like having Cody date Young Obi would court an entirely different kind of (internet) drama because clone ages, but whatever.

Also please imagine an element of "so I'm dating the genetic identical of my boss... who's dating the man I'm a genetic identical of..."

(It's probably not actually Jangobi but man would that be funny and also stupid.)

Somehow Young Obi figures out that the "Sith Master" is a future him before he realizes that they're not actually dark. In his defense, Anakin was pretty convincing. Especially with the wife rant. It makes HIM more obsessed with Anakin, in a reversal of the implied earlier dynamic, which is all kinds of weird. Less romantic but like. Still weird.

"Future Me Scares Me" with Extra stupid. "Future Me Annoys Me." "Future Me acts like grandmaster Dooku, but more sass." "Future Me raised a really hot evil guy that refuses to bang Present Me." "Future Me might be a Sith, but I'm getting more and more convinced he's just fucking with us all." "Future Me is really rocking that beard, and I can't BELIEVE we figured out a way around the babyface."

"I’m kinda concerned about the whole evil thing, but I’m also glad that I know I’ll stay hot as I get older."

Quinlan approves of the priorities.

Also a lot of interactions with older Obi are very Anakin: [does/says something deeply unhinged] Obi-Wan: So, do you want to…. Talk about that? Maybe? Anakin: What’s there to talk about?? I’m fine, everything’s fine! Anyways how about those plans for tracking down Maul?

Anakin later, like way after the ruse is lifted, just blankly tells everyone that he did Fall, once, and Older Obi made him get therapy about it after the truth came out between the two of them a few months into the Fake Sith thing.

Where'd they find a therapist? I'm sure there's one SOMEWHERE around. Denon and Herdessa are close enough, and they've done enough "your criminal empire now belongs to me" that they can pay well. They make sure to find one that takes confidentiality real seriously.

It's all very "we need some more time to unpack all that."

Therapy helps get Anakin to figure out Sheev’s whole deal. They don't necessarily figure out he’s a Sith from it, but they figure out he’s sketchy and they need to look into that more. Obi-Wan probably already thought he was sketchy, but the whole active gaslighting campaign was a little surprising. They realize that he kinda benefited a lot from a lot of Sith plots and they still probably don’t think he’s a Sith but Obi-Wan is definitely starting to think he’s working with one.

"Okay, we're already bugging Gunray, should we bug Palpatine just to be safe?"

They get away with a lot of slicing because Anakin is a technical genius from twenty years in the future.

The reasons they're so good at Taking Over Hutt Space: 1. They know parts of the future. 2. They have superpowers and FAR less reason to not use them, now that their actions aren't going to reflect on the Republic. 3. They have Cody and Rex, who are two of the greatest military minds in the galaxy, and know EXACTLY how to wage a war that covers a solid third of the galaxy, starting from a position of relative weakness. 4. Anakin's charisma is scary high, and his knowledge of slave culture means they gain a lot of trust from the people they free, and they just... keep acquiring volunteers for the army they didn't plan to have. Obi-Wan doesn't know what to do. He thinks they might have started a cult?

In his defense, Dooku sort of started a cult, and Komari got kidnapped by a cult, brainwashed into joining it properly, and then took it over as head figure of said cult. It's practically tradition!

Comics Vader is the central figure of like three different cults, it was really just inevitable.

Anakin: Aw, don't worry master, it's not a cult, it's a revolution! Ahsoka: They're worshiping him, though. Anakin: ...it's still a revolution! Just... with some misunderstandings.

Also, if they got wind of people trying to keep people from being able to leave and other culty stuff like that, they’d probably put a stop to it pretty damn quick.

Names! Time for names. As per usual, it's easiest to keep track of Obi-Wan's alternate Older Self by just calling him Ben.

Darth Ben.

Ahsoka: You should be Darth Boring. Obi-Wan: I can still make you run laps, you know.

Anakin: The Force is telling me to call myself Darth Vader. Obi-Wan: ...why? Anakin: I dunno, but it sounds cool, I'll run with it.

Someone: Ben has all the answers; we shouldn’t question him, ever. Ben: One time I lost a planet, and a five-year-old found it for me.

More options: Going with the "evil word with the prefix 'in' chopped off" that we get with Sidious and Vader: Darth Surrectus (as in insurrection) Just random Latin words: Darth Temporus (time) Darth Commenticius (fake)

Anyway, back to Nonsense:

Maul goes after young Obi early, because the Fake Sith are really invested in this one random Padawan (Sidious is saying he might be a cousin of the false Sith Master? They do look similar enough) so someone needs to investigate. Naturally, Anakin shows up with some wild screeching to fight Maul, and when someone questions why he got involved it gets very "Kenobi is MINE!" and like. Okay. So.

Anakin means it in a very Sith "to toy with" and "to torture" way, or the ‘my chosen opponent!’ way, just the same kind of Obsession as Maul had with Obi-Wan in the original timeline. Unfortunately, Anakin’s a weird-ass person who flirts with Young Obi against his own better judgement, so there's some awkward "Like... your boyfriend?" from young Obi. Anakin just screeches in SOME emotion that nobody wants to interpret, and couldn't even if they wanted to, and starts whacking away at Maul again.

(Anakin hasn't explained the "you look exactly like my dad, sorry, it's just too weird" thing yet, and he is HAVING MANY REGRETS.)

There's definitely at least one instance where a person asks Anakin if he's planning on dating That One Jedi Twink, or at least banging out the tension. At that point in time, Anakin doesn't actually know who the fuck they're talking about, because "Obi-Wan + Twink = Does Not Compute" for dear, dense Ani, and instead he just ends up ranting about how he is LOYAL TO THE MEMORY OF HIS LATE WIFE, how DARE anyone so much as INSINUATE that he would TARNISH HER PERFECT MEMORY and UNWAVERING KINDNESS and WHOLESOME BEING, and the person who asked doesn't end up lightsabered but they do end up with a LOT to tell whoever they're reporting to.

Young Obi-Wan definitely hears Anakin mutter the phrase “something to discuss with my therapist later” a few times, and he’s a little bewildered because darksiders definitely don’t seem like the type of people to go to therapy. They’re the type of people to need therapy, sure, but not the type to go to therapy.

I think it would be very fun for Young Obi to continue sighing over Anakin (who's pretending to be fine with it and even flirting back because he's in too deep to stop and hasn't worked up the courage to explain the elephant in the room) while Anakin is covered in grease and infodumping while having a slightly manic hyperfocus on engine repairs while the two of them Somehow got stranded together in the middle of bumfuck nowhere (it's Plagueis's doing, he finds the interactions between THESE two in particular to be the most informative regarding the fake Sith).

Anakin, at some point while stranded with young Obi-Wan, and having actually started unpacking some stuff in therapy, though he’s def still got a ways to go: I’m pretty sure Ben cares about me. He acts like he cares, like he’ll do stuff like put extra blankets in my quarters in the spaceship because I get cold real easily or track down those droid parts I need for a project and he always has my back in a fight but y’know it’d be nice to hear him say he loves me once in a while. Especially because we kinda had a rough start and idk I don’t think he wanted me around at first.

And uh. Obi-Wan definitely relates to that a bit too much, y’know?

I want to say that Young Obi ends up mentioning All That to one of the clones or Ahsoka later, because they seem probably invested in Anakin's well-being, even if Ben is, well, a Sith, so Obi-Wan's a little worried the man's affection really is fake, but at least Ahsoka...

(Ironic, given what Anakin's actual eventual Sith would-be-Master was like.)

Young Obi mentions Anakin’s most recent rant to Ahsoka, and she just goes "Wait, is that why Skyguy likes to sit by the throne and get called pet names?" "Uh... I don't... know... but it sounds like all of you have a LOT to unpack there, Miss Apprentice."

Later on: "Master Kenobi, you need to tell Skyguy you love him 'cause apparently he's been having a lot of emotions about you not telling him you care and he's been talking to mini-you about it whenever they get stuck together and--"

Young Obi-Wan is just constantly the "Now we don't have time to unpack all of that" John Mulaney gif. Anakin in particular is a mess, and young Obi-Wan slowly goes from "I want to date that" to "I want to study that" about him.

Obi-Wan gets stuck somewhere with Ben, tries to small talk, gets on the topic of Vader, and spills the drama. He gets an awkward “Thank you for bringing that to my attention.”

It’s followed by a fairly frustrated “I try, but Anakin refuses to communicate his needs to me, and it feels like I’m always falling short.”

At least one member of the group is in therapy, probably all of them, but they’re still using young Obi as a sounding board for all this stuff. On the bright side, this is probably good for impressing the importance of good communication on Obi-Wan.

Good for Obi-Wan! And... whatever Padawan he eventually has.

As for baby Anakin, who is approximately age four, I want to go with "Anakin decides to be his own uncle, and Shmi just rolls with it because fuck it, she’s not a slave anymore, and a Fake Sith is a solid defense against anyone trying to re-enslave them."

[This is a backstory I've had them use before (see here and here).]

Seeing Big Ani and Little Ani in the same space might be what finally pings the "oh shit, that's future me" thing for Obi-Wan... you know, if he’s ever allowed close enough to see Little Ani in the first place.

Little Ani stays with the fake-Sith and is sorta jointly trained by all of them, and young Obi-Wan teaches little 'Soka at the Temple. Ani and 'Soka still end up friends somehow, but it is fairly different.

Every time little Ani addresses Old Obi as "Dad," it's just like ten kinds of awkward. The one time someone tried to explain that Ben wasn't his new dad, Shmi glared them down. She is of the opinion that, all the gods be damned, Ani deserves to refer to the most mature man in his life, who raised another him in another timeline already, as a father.

Ani doesn't NEED a father, Shmi herself is more than enough, but he does deserve to have this if he wants it.

An alternative conclusion to the time travel is uh. So the Mandalorians are genetically identical (give or take a hair gene) and really resemble Jango Fett, though whether anyone notices that is up in the air. Then the three ‘Sith’ (two fake Sith and their morality chain tag-along) have three younger, identical copies show up….

It could be really weird cloning shenanigans. Now, it makes no sense that they’d make clones, and stagger their production like that, and leave them as babies on various planets for Jedi to find. IDK what reasons Obi-Wan would come up with for that, but it’s a fun little detour before he gets to time travel.

There's a really painful moment (for the audience, who know about canon Vader) where someone tries to convince Ahsoka to leave the Sith and she's just like "no way, they'd never hurt me!” Then she clarifies that “someone has to keep them from doing stupid Sith shit whenever they get bored, you know?"

A bunch of Jedi probably think she’s delusional, but the few that have seen her get into trouble that is legitimately too much for her, which isn't often, have then seen Anakin show up like the devil himself to save her, and it's like. Oh. This is why she isn't scared of them hurting her.

We’ve discussed how Anakin does get concerningly in character with the fake Sith thing. However, Anakin and Ahsoka are, just once in a while, surprised by how Ben gets sometimes when playing the bad guy.

After all, he stabbed a dude with a fork and threatened to eat him during his time as Hardeen…

He has the same dramatic streak as all the rest of the lineage. He can be vindictive and creepy and scary as fuck.

HOWEVER:

Obi-Wan: I know I'm supposed to be playing at evil right now, but how do we feel about me making that evil a little... fruity? Ahsoka: Fruity, master? Anakin, who knows where this is going: [buries face in hands] Obi-Wan: You know, the... [limp wrist] Ahsoka: ... Obi-Wan: I mean, I'm already bisexual and well-groomed, I can play it up.

What’s the point of being evil if you can’t be flamboyant?

Anyway, I had to put in a lot of thought for what to do with Rex and Cody, because there's a solid place for them in terms of strategy, but it doesn't do much to give them independent narrative arcs, and 'young Obi-Wan has a crush' isn't much of an arc, you know?

So, basic info first: Cody, Rex, and Anakin all hold the rank of General in this AU because, like... who else is gonna. Ahsoka remains a commander because everyone declares her Baby, and also to keep up the "I'm a morality chain" ruse.

Cody maintains a very stern and unyielding public persona, but the second they're behind closed doors, he's roughhousing with his little brother.

Rex has some fun pretending to be a sadist whenever he and Anakin have to team up, because hamming it up as an evil bastard in front of Jedi is actually really fun... but usually, he's a competent fucking professional.

Because here's the thing: someone has to be.

They both kind of hate the army they've gotten, because these people don't even have proper trigger discipline, let alone any actual discipline.

This army? Tragic. They hate it. Give them the clones.

They have to be drill sergeants for months before they have anything worth sending onto the field.

I think that might be how/when they end up reaching out to Jango. Like, the first inroad is absolutely "we're your clones from the future and you were a Shit Dad so you owe us," but then they actually talk him around into letting the Fake Sith hire him. He brings along all the Mandalorians he can get to answer his calls, and on suggestion from Those Mando Twins, joins the army Ben doesn't even want.

Darth Boring doesn't want an army! Unfortunately, Cody thinks that's stupid as hell, and is overruling Ben so they can actually work on this 'cleaning up the galaxy of slavery' thing with actual resources.

Cody and Rex are super competent, and it shows in their horrified disdain for the state of their troops.

Rex: Fucking natborns. Anyone who isn't in the know: What's a natborn? Rex: [leaves without answering] People: WHAT'S A NATBORN???

(I'm assuming that the word smush is harder to parse in Basic.)

I think young Obi-Wan's new crush on Cody should also be unrequited. Cody's just like... bemused. Very "Okay, then, that sure is an Affection you've decided on."

Cody and Anakin both: Sorry, it’d just be too weird. Obi-Wan: Why would it be too weird? Cody and Anakin: Reasons.

Rex has to deal with the "whyyyyy" from both his brother and his (former?) General.

Young Obi-Wan just likes cute boys that fight good! Is that so wrong???

Ahsoka: So since we're not officially Jedi anymore-- Obi-Wan: We're still Je-- Ahsoka: Can we date? Can I date now? I want to date someone before we go back to the Code. It's a classic life experience for most teenage girls, and I want to Have That Experience before we're back at the Temple. Obi-Wan: You're not... you can date, Ahsoka, that's not actually banned by the Code. I mean, you'd have to keep it casual, but-- Ahsoka: I CAN DATE!!!

(Great priorities, Ahsoka.)

An idea I'm toying with is that one of the clones ends up Legally Engaged to Satine for political reasons, and young Obi-Wan is just like ???? because not only can he not date the hot boys, but one of said hot boys has become Mr. Steal Yo Girl.

Young Obi-Wan is suffering, and Quinlan is the worst friend ever because Quinlan is laughing at him.

There is obviously the question of

"How would Satine ever end up agreeing to that, given what their public personas are like and all that? She puts duty ahead of personal feelings but all indications are that it’s a terrible decision both ways." (as stated by Tia)

Which, yes, I forgot to actually say that I was imagining Jango had declared "those twins" his heirs after telling people they were his younger* cousins. Because reasons.

* Jango is about 27 when they land in the past, and I’m going to say the accelerated aging ended after hitting physically twenty because no, I don’t want to deal with that. As far as anyone knows, Cody and Rex are about five years younger than Jango. They’re less than year apart, which isn’t very visible, and most people assume they’re identical twins (except Rex’s hair), and that Cody just looks slightly older because of the scar.

Darth Boring had convinced Satine that the way to keeping Mandalore peaceful was to work with Jango (because Darth Boring, which is not his actual title but it is what Ahsoka insists on calling him in private, has a vested interest in keeping Mandalore and all interested parties calm), and he... maybe accidentally set up a political marriage between her and one of the clones.

It wasn't on purpose! Satine never married in his timeline, okay, he didn't expect her to ever get married here, either! He didn't even suggest it! This just happened!

(I want to say that Cody would be more competent at having a political marriage? But IDK.)

Do I do the Satine thing? It has potential, but also it's a bit of a cop-out. Do I have Cody be a diplomatic representative for their pseudo-Sith empire? He could be, but I think he'd hate it. Do I have Rex date one the Chaos Entities (Anakin or Ahsoka), or is that too repetitive with my other works? THERE'S JUST TOO MUCH GOING ON.

Part of me wants Quinlan to get a crush on Cody, and the crush gets bigger specifically in response to the fact that Cody refuses to take him seriously and/or just doesn't give him the time of day.

Based on their one interaction in TCW, they probably let get along ok. Cody maybe likes him back, buuuuuuut internally he's just a little "you were tolerable at almost-forty; early twenties you is obnoxious."

Just imagine the absolutely puppyish attempts at gaining approval and Impressing The Hot Mando General. Quinlan keeps having vague daydreams of seducing someone to the side of the Light. He really leans into the bodice ripper fantasies of saving someone evil with the power of love! (And also the power of really good sex.)

Bant looks at Quin and Obi and wants to throw them both into the nearest pond because they're idiots, but on this topic they are the same flavor of idiot. She considers calling up Reeft and Garen to help her knock some sense into them.

Quinlan: Can I volunteer to go undercover to the Sith? The Council: No. Quinlan: ...what if I-- The Council: No.

Tholme tries to get Qui-Gon to commiserate over their Padawans getting obsessed with Hot Sith Boys, but Qui-Gon just finds the whole thing funny. He knows from the chats he has with Ben that Anakin feels so completely, utterly, incredibly awkward about all of this.

(Ben continues to hold to "Anakin brought this on himself.")

(Ben also “kidnaps” Qui-Gon a lot.)

Also, hey, at least Quinlan isn’t actually into hot Sith boys! He’s into hot Sith minions which is... probably a step up. At least Cody’s not a Sith himself!

It's a step in some direction but Tholme has no idea which one.

(Quinlan sees Cody in dress uniform once and just keeps the mental image for Ages. It’s in his dreams. Sometimes said dreams overflow to Tholme via Force Mind Magic and Quinlan wakes up to someone smacking his face with a pillow.)

Arguably, Quin's also a lot more romantic about his crush than Obi-Wan is, in this case. Quinlan: I want to save him... Obi-Wan: Hey, hey, cute boy. Look at me. Let’s bang.

Cody: There are currently two future Jedi generals having some form of absurd romantic fixation in my direction. I don't know how to feel about this. Rex: Bed them. Cody: ...I'm not saying that's not eventually an option, but one of them is the younger Kenobi, and I'm not sure I'm comfortable with that. Rex: Pat him on the head like a tooka and then bed his friend, it'll be funny.

I think the Quinlan thing and also general exasperation of leading an absolutely useless army can function pretty solidly as the basis for Cody, but I have another idea for Rex now.

Komari is currently brainwashed in a cult, yes? So.

I keep bouncing around back and forth on what to do with Rex, but part of me suddenly really likes the idea of, after Team Fake Sith finds and dissolves the cult (as one does), and takes Komari into custody (because she's dangerous and deeply unwell), Rex kind of ends up her touchstone to being a decent person. He’s not a morality chain, and it’s not really a redeemed-through-love thing, just This Is A Solid Dude who doesn't pity her or thinks she's irredeemable (however you choose to define such a thing), but actually relates to the kind of conditions living like that can involve, and just kind of...

I don’t know. I think Rex's arc in this AU could be very heavily grounded in something to the effect of "You're not the worst darksider I've met. You're not the only person who was in a cult. You're not even the only former Jedi I know that's committed awful, horrible crimes. My question is just this: What are you going to do moving forward?"

Later Anakin: Wait, who do we know that was in a cult? Rex: What did you think Kamino was?

(Rex isn't as chill as he'd like her to think, but he's trying, and she's fairly reliant on the Force to understand emotions, and is currently in nullifying cuffs, so he can bluff.)

Komari needs someone solid and dependable to rely on for at least conversation, and I think Rex needs to feel needed.

I’m not sure if it’d be romance or friendship, but I think there's a solid basis to work with, potentially.

Per Tia:

One thing about Rex and shipping is like. If you want to do Rexwalker again that's fine, but if you're worried about repetitiveness but still want to like. Ship him in a non-political-convenience way. Rexsoka here actually would be different than your other stuff.

I'm trying to figure out if I can make it work because Ahsoka thematically fits very much into a little sister shaped hole here? She feels younger than in other works, despite not actually being younger than she is in, say, Commander Buir. In those other fics, she has some time alone to function and prove herself independently of Anakin and Obi-Wan.

I usually pluck Ahsoka out at sixteen if I'm pulling her from TCW, so she's got most of her competence but hasn't gotten quite all the trauma yet. Commander Buir, in particular, also has baby-shaped Anakin for contrast.

That said, I can see a decent source of narrative conflict in her wanting to experiment with romance and all that, and Anakin trying to tell her she's too young.

A year into this whole time-travel mess, she wants to give the dating thing a shot, and it spirals into "You were only two years older than me when you got married!"

I think I could build a plot out of Ahsoka wanting to do these things, and Anakin as an audience insert not quite processing that she's old enough to make these decisions. If she's choosing to date Rex, whose age works out as being close to hers when one takes into account Kamino fuckery, and whom she trusts absolutely, it’s arguably extra weird for Anakin to be upset with it.

"Senator Amidala was five years older than you, and you married her when you were nineteen and had only really known her for a week! I can go on a date with a guy we both know is one of the most trustworthy people alive if I want, Skyguy!"

I can definitely see Ahsoka getting annoyed with Anakin being overbearing and controlling at some point before that unrelated to romance, too. It’s not exactly a new fault of his.

My god, just imagine someone snidely asking Anakin "where's your little shadow?" and Anakin, being Himself and also a Fake Sith, has an emotional breakdown about how Ahsoka yelled at him for micromanaging her and not trusting her to make her own decisions in life and so she got herself a multi-month solo mission from Ben that Anakin isn't allowed to know any details about, and--

It's another one of those "oh, you have PROBLEMS problems with your mental health" incidents for the Jedi to add to the file, because Anakin having emotionally charged rants about his issues at seemingly terrible times is how they get a lot of information.

Some of the rants are planned.

Many of them, actually.

They want the Jedi to know these things.

Just, well. Anakin.

He really is a little Like That.

On that note, I'm low-key imagining that Anakin gets put on mood stabilizers by the therapist in this context, and he's doing good! He's handling his issues! He's--been captured with Obi-Wan the Younger again and his medication was confiscated.

Anakin is... not great. He's a little out of practice managing his unmedicated self, and when adding withdrawal symptoms onto that... poor Anakin.

(Poor Obi-Wan.)

I think it would be best if Anakin makes a bunch of ominous blustery comments at their captors about how they won't like what's coming to them if they take his belongings (AKA the fanny pack that has his backup pills), and then Obi-Wan just gets to watch Anakin get more and more erratic, because like. Yes, Anakin is using the Force to compensate, but unfortunately he's mostly cut off, and the stress of the situation is pushing him away from depression and into the beginnings of a manic episode.

Anakin is aware of his issues to the point where he's mostly managing, and he keeps asking Obi-Wan "would it make sense for me to [slightly deranged, very impulsive action]," and Obi-Wan realizes he's being the morality sounding board for the Hot Sith because ??? reasons?????

Eventually, Anakin does flop back in bed and dramatically throws his arm over his eyes, and says he needs his meds back, he's absolutely going to lose it, and Obi-Wan tentatively asks what kind of medication. There are levels to worry about. Mild allergy medication is one thing, but heart medication that needs to be taken every four hours is another, you know? He wants to know how much panic is appropriate.

Anakin lets him know that it's Psychiatric In Nature. Obi-Wan suddenly realizes that he really, really, really doesn't want to know what a properly erratic, unmedicated Anakin is like.

(An unmedicated Anakin really isn't nearly as bad as Obi-Wan fears. Anakin's been dealing with this for a while, and knows what his issues are and some of how to deal with them. He'd need to be running on no sleep and higher levels of stress, or to have been drugged with something meant to increase his aggression, to really lose his shit and do something worthy of Vader. RotS levels of stress and sleep deprivation is required to pull RotS levels of manic paranoid delusion.)

Tia asked:

How long does it take the Jedi in general to catch on to how like. They have opportunities. But these Sith never seem to harm any Jedi. And it’s not just like, the past timeline parts of the disaster lineage. They probably get opportunities to hurt other Jedi. Ones that are less skilled at saber work. And more importantly ones that they don’t seem weirdly interested in."

I'm not sure, really. The Jedi don't spend as much time in the Outer Rim as they could, and that's where the Team operates, so actually running into them by accident is unlikely for anyone other than Shadows.

Fortunately, it's really easy to toy with Shadows with the excuse of "I want to see how long it takes before you Fall with us."

I do want like... okay. Here’s the mental image:

Qui-Gon calls them out on being Fake Sith pretty quickly, so Ben just sort of eyes him, dramatically, and orders out "Leave us" to all non-team people. The threat of torture is implied but not stated. He gestures with wine to keep in character. He definitely makes sure Young Obi-Wan is ushered out, so it's just five time travelers, Qui-Gon Jinn, and Ahsoka's immortal force birb.

"...so, what's the reason for the farce, Obi-Wan?" "How in all the hells did you figure it out so quickly?"

(Qui-Gon cheated a bit. He could feel the broken training bond that was never properly severed due to Traumatic Death Of A Master on Ben's end)

Ben didn't realize he'd feel it! Young Obi-Wan can't feel his older self or a training bond with Anakin or Ahsoka, so why could Qui-Gon?

IDK if there would be anything on the level of crying and hugging it out, but I think it would be very funny if, every time young Obi and Anakin are getting captured by pirates or something, Ben and Qui-Gon are just having a nice afternoon tea and checking their watches to see if their respective walking bundles of neuroses are done with their adventure yet.

The Council is So Done, because Qui-Gon continues to insist that they're Not That Bad, but every time anyone other than Qui-Gon brings up the friendship, Ben laughs and makes a comment about how absolutely gullible Master Jinn is.

Obi-Wan is skeptical of his own experiences with Anakin, at least, if only because he's skeptical about Anakin's everything.

"I don't know if Vader is telling me the truth. I don't know if he's telling himself the truth. I don't think he's a great source of information even when he thinks he's being honest."

Anakin could tell Obi-Wan the full and complete truth, and Obi-Wan would worriedly put a hand to his forehead and start doing tests for hallucinations and paranoid delusions. In his defense, this is a very reasonable assumption to make with an individual like Anakin. It's just also not accurate, this time. I don’t know if Anakin hallucinates in canon without a weird inciting incident like Force Nonsense or getting drugged by the enemy, but paranoid delusion is pretty much all of RotS.

"I’m your time-traveling padawan who’s pretending to be a Sith to catch some other Sith who’re going to start a galactic civil war and those Mandalorians you like are from a clone army based on a template of Jango Fett made to serve the Jedi (because that’s totally something he’d sign up for), and one of the Sith is your grandmaster but he doesn’t seem to have fallen yet, it’s probably fine," is hard to believe.

Honestly, even if he seemed stable before saying that, which he doesn’t, it’s all real far fetched. There's a lot going on and Obi-Wan wouldn't even begin to believe it without evidence.

I've had it in my head that he and Bant and Quinlan have been gossiping about the mess for months if not years about these idiots, and at one point it became common knowledge that Ben was a Kenobi, and Bant convinced them (since the two were among the most likely in the entire Order to encounter the Fake Sith) to get a DNA sample, probably hair or blood since that's easiest so they can figure out HOW these two are related, if they are, and then there's a whole big thing.

Bant: No, no, this must be contaminated, it's coming up as Obi-Wan! Are you sure you didn't accidentally grab some of your own hairs? I know it's a little long for most of your hair, but the braid-- Quinlan: Wait, they keep claiming stuff about cloning, right? Maybe someone's a clone? Check for artificial telomeres! Bant: ...okay, so, there aren't any artificial telomeres, but the ones from apparently-Ben are... a lot shorter... um... I don't know what to do with this. It's like I have two samples from the same person, twenty years apart. Quinlan: Obi-Wan, what's that face? Why are you-- Obi-Wan: Vader told me he was a time-traveler. I thought it was the fever talking, but...

That’s how he finds out that Ben is future-him before finding out about how he’s not evil!

"Master Jinn... I think... I think the Sith controlling the Outer Rim is me from the future." "Oh, you finally figured it out?" "I AM HAVING A CRISIS HERE."

Obi-Wan, after a few hours of dazed realization, runs screaming to Quinlan and Bant like 'GUYS GUYS THIS EXPLAINS WHY VADER KEPT SAYING IT WAS WEIRD AND THAT I LOOK LIKE HIS MASTER AND THAT IT WOULD BE LIKE DATING HIS DAD.'

You know, the important stuff.

I think Qui-Gon tells him that Ben isn't evil because, like, That Sure Is A Crisis Obi-Wan's Having. He could hold off for shits and giggles, sure, but Obi-Wan’s on the edge of something Really Concerning, mentally. Best help calm him down on at least one or two things.

Obi-Wan’s maybe still a little skeptical until he confronts them over it. Because their Sith act was real good and also like. Maybe Qui-Gon just wants to believe the best of his Padawan, y’know?

Quinlan runs into Ben before Obi-Wan does, after this whole mess, and gets to observe as money changes hands and people act like sore winners about bets made for When Does Obi-Wan Figure It Out.

Anakin was saying 'soon' because he really didn't think the fever-fueled rant would be discounted as easily as it was.

Cody was of the opinion that it would take at least a few more years since they're actually pretty damn good at this whole schtick.

Quinlan: Wow, he's... going to be really disappointed that you have such a low opinion of his intelligence. Cody, gesturing at Ben: Experience. Darth Ben: ಠ_ಠ

Cody just rattles off some of the Extremely Stupid Shit that Ben's done in their time working together.

Rex cheerily offers up "You didn't even realize General Skywalker was married, sir! And they weren't subtle!" "I knew they were together, I just didn--" "Everyone knew they were together, sir. Everyone."

(Rex had the lowest opinion of their deductive capabilities. He claims it would have taken until Baby Ahsoka showed up at the Jedi Temple.)

-Once Obi-Wan accepts that they're decent people after all- Obi-Wan: Wow, Anakin, you're real good at acting unhinged! Anakin: Haha. Yeah. Thanks?

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[mysunnylemonade]

insecurities | lee jeno

↳ pairing: lee jeno (nct) x fem!reader

↳ genre: slight angst, mostly fluff & suggestive but only if u squint rlly hard

↳ word count: 1482

↳ warning: reader being insecure about her looks i guess?? (love urself ppl yall beautiful <3)

song recommendation: met a girl by tarune

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Hate was a strong word, but you felt it was appropriate to say that you absolutely hated nights like the one you were having on this particular day. Standing half-naked in front of the full-body mirror situated in the corner of your shared bedroom, your eyes swept over your body once more. You despised the way your gaze lingered on the stretch marks that tainted your skin.

Wallowing in self-pity and stressing over your physical flaws wasn't exactly a standard routine for you, especially when Jeno was around. But your boyfriend wouldn't be back until late at night, having texted you he had something to do that would require him to stay at the studio longer than usual.

You turned to the side, pressing your palm over your stomach, rubbing up and down as if it would magically flatten your abdomen. Nothing happened, of course, leaving you feeling sick and fed up with the thoughts you were having.

You wiped the tears accumulating in your eyes, not allowing it to trickle down your cheeks. You could see your boyfriend's face in your mind and briefly wondered whether you were truly good enough for him. You didn't blame your insecurities on him, never. Your boyfriend was nothing but loving, and he showered you with gifts just as much as he showered you with loving words, but there were times when it was remarkably hard to believe his kind words.

You wished you could miraculously switch off your mind and climb out of this self-loathing pit you had willingly put yourself into. It was your fault, you would admit that. If you hadn't decided to strip into your underwear and scrutinise yourself in the mirror then maybe you would've been in the dining room enjoying the dinner you had made by now.

As you were stepping closer to the mirror to get a better lock at your face, you heard the turning of a key in a lock before the front door was pushed open. The realisation that Jeno had come home much earlier than you expected kept you paralysed on the spot. It wasn't until you heard the front door shutting that you were finally able to move, hastily wiping the tears from your reddened eyes and shrugging on the robe you had carelessly tossed onto the bed.

You heard him call for your name but you didn't respond, scurrying into the bathroom to wash your face in hopes of being able to get rid of any evidence that you had been crying. Jeno couldn't know. You weren't going to drag him into your mess.

You cursed to yourself as you studied your reflection in the bathroom mirror. Your cheeks and nose were flushed, and your eyes were unmistakably bloodshot. There was no way Jeno wouldn't notice.

"Baby, you in here?" Jeno called out from the entrance of the bedroom. You heard shuffling as he took off his jacket. When he spoke again, his voice was dangerously close to the bathroom, and you immediately faked a smile. "Hey, why haven't you eaten dinner yet? Were you waiting for me?"

Turning your head, you were met with your boyfriend's figure standing in the bathroom doorway. It tugged your heart to see him look so beautiful, even after a whole day of working. You just couldn't understand why he had chosen you. Why hadn't he picked someone with less baggage and imperfections?

You watched as his small smile transformed into a frown. Without any hesitation, he stepped forward to grab your hand. "Hey, have you been crying? What's wrong?"

You forced a quiet chuckle. "I was watching this new romance movie that just released." You watched his face closely, swallowing when you saw that his worried expression hadn't dissipated at all. "Have you eaten dinner yet? Go shower and come eat dinner with me."

You squeezed his hand assuringly once more before walking past him to give him some privacy in the bathroom. "Were you really just watching a movie? You look like you've been crying for hours."

You plopped onto the bed with a huff and looked up to see Jeno had walked out of the bathroom and was slowly approaching your sitting form. "Babe, we've been dating long enough for you to know I'm sensitive when it comes to tragic endings."

He stood in front of you, cupping your cheeks in his hand to tilt your head up. "Yeah, and I also know my girlfriend enough to know whenever she's lying."

You managed to smile and shake your head as he pressed his thumbs to caress the irritated skin underneath your puffy eyes. "Jeno, I'm okay."

Leaning down, he pressed his forehead against yours, causing your noses to brush. The both of you stayed like that for a few more seconds, and you welcomed the distraction. You wanted to forget the cause of your previous breakdown and Jeno's presence was helping tremendously.

Feeling the gentle brush of his lips against yours, you gasped, hands flying to grasp his arms. "Jeno," you breathed, pulling away slightly to look into his eyes. They were dark, wild, so lovely.

"Tell me," he muttered softly.

Unable to look into his eyes as you confessed, you looked down at your lap. "I'm sorry," you began. "It's just so stupid. You're the best boyfriend there is, you treat me so well, and you're just so beautiful, Jeno, and I don't know how to... compete with that."

Once again, he forced your head up so he could look into his eyes. "Baby, we're not competing for anything. What are you trying to say?"

"I just can't understand why you're still with me. I'm so flawed, and you can settle for someone who's so much more good looking, someone who can give you so much more than I can."

Jeno's face remained expressionless as he gazed down at you, but you could tell the gears in his head were all turning. His silence worried you so you shifted in your seat awkwardly.

He seemed to notice your slight movement and finally snapped out of his train of thoughts. "Wait, you're not messing with me, right?"

Groaning, you tried to stand up, but he held your waist before you could walk away. "Okay, I know it's stupid. Can we just forget about it? Please?"

His eyes widened and he pulled you closer to him until there was no space left in between the two of you. "No, no, this is far from stupid. If you feel this way, it means I haven't done a good job at being your boyfriend. I'm supposed to be making you feel loved, but—"

"No! You've been a perfect boyfriend, you're perfect. It's not your fault, seriously, it's mine."

"If this is about the way you look, then I'll have to disagree and say that it's not your fault. Everything you consider imperfections or flaws, they're a part of you, and I fell in love with that a long time ago, and I'm not falling out of love anytime soon."

"I'm sorry for being so insecure. I just... I feel like you deserve better."

His lips broke out into a soft yet wistful smile. "You're not in any position to tell me what I deserve and don't baby," he mumbled lightheartedly. "Being with you was a choice that I made, loving you is something that I choose to do until now. All these choices that I made are all choices that I made deliberately, not because I'm forced to."

Unable to say anything else, your tears began to blur your visions once again, but this time it was because you were thankful. You felt so blessed that out of all of the people in the world, you ended up with Lee Jeno—a boy whose smile shone as bright as the sun and whose heart was beautiful and kind. "I love you so much," you managed to splutter out.

Sensing the oncoming tears, Jeno bent his knees a little so that he was eye-level with you. "Hey, don't cry, I love you too," he spoke, his smile now reaching his eyes, turning them into the little crescent moon that you adored so much. "You make me happy, and that's more than enough for me. Is that enough for you?"

You nodded. "All I ever want is for you to be happy, Jeno."

He visibly relaxed at this, and gone was the solemn atmosphere that once lingered in the air. "That's settled then. You're not getting rid of me that easily because you want me happy and I'm the happiest when I'm with you. So, will you lie down on the bed for me now?"

Tilting your head, you furrowed your eyebrows in confusion. "Why?"

"I still need to show you how beautiful you are to me and I don't think words are gonna cut it."

"Lee Jeno!"

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[robinofgothamcity]

♡ scenario: connor losing his mind when you're hurt and charging into the fight recklessly.

♡ pairing: connor kent ( superboy ) x fem! reader

♡ note: not checked for grammar or spelling mistakes / i'm sorry but i'm living for these angst to fluff moments rn especially bc i rewatched reign of the superman and forgot how much i loved connor in it.

Connor watched as you were completely slumped on the side of the building, no longer clear headed and struggling to stay awake. what was supposed to be a clean and easy mission turned out to be more than what the league expected.

he had requested for back up and while they were already trying to fight off the thugs that were attacking Connor, he could still see that you were fighting to stay alive and he had no idea if you were even going to come out of this fight alive.

"what the fuck?" Connor whispered, seeing you now slumped on the ground. he turned to the person who attacked you, eyes fully red with no intention of holding back. Clark could sense his song was a second away from committing murder as he saw Connor charge into the heart of the battle with no game plan, just murder.

"SUPERBOY NO!"

+

you waved shyly to the group of league members as you hid behind Wonder Woman. you were new to the scene of sidekicks and had no idea how to even introduce yourself without sounding like a complete idiot.

"woah new girl!" you heard a male voice say as you stood in your place petrified. you had no idea who it was as Diana had yet to individually introduce you to everyone, "i call dibs!" you heard the same voice say.

Diana turned to you before grabbing the boy who was charging towards you by the head and tossed him back to Superman, "she's not up for 'dibs' Superboy. she's my newest apprentice and you will treat her as such," she threatened.

you giggled behind her as a few of the sidekicks introduced themselves. you knew them as the Young Justice team and although you weren't formally with the team, you figured Diana was training you to become apart of them in the future.

"( your hero name ), this is Superboy," Wonder Woman said, "he associated to the Super family," she explained as he pushed up his dark circled glasses and flicked his hair back, "pleasure is all mine," he muttered, shaking your hand.

you returned a tiny smile before she continued to introduce you to Robin and Impulse. you noticed how Superboy kept his eyes on you. you had no idea if it was because he liked you or he disliked you but every time you turned to look at him, he was already staring at you.

after introductions and the cliche 'your real identity is sacred' conversation ended, Diana felt it was for your own good to get used to your new 'teammates'. she wanted you to make sure you weren't uncomfortable around any of the YJ team even if that included Superboy.

"so, what do you like to do for fun?" Wonder Girl asked, sitting down next to you and handing you a bowl of popcorn. you shrugged, "uh, not much. I like to watch tv and read for the most part. no one really invites me to do things with them," you admitted, scratching the back of your head.

she laughed, putting her arm around you, "well that ends today! we should all do something fun! how about we go to the county fair? doesn't that sound fun?" she asked. you shrugged, not really opposed to the idea, "I call all the rides with ( your hero name )!" Jinny replied.

you smiled, following her and Wonder Girl out the door as Robin, Impulse, and Superboy followed behind you. Robin looked at him, "you like her don't you?" he asked, already calculating the minute Connor had fallen in love with you.

"well she's apart of the team, i'd like to hope we'd all like her," he replied as Robin shook his head, "no, you get what i mean by that," Robin pressed as he could see Connor's face fall with realization. he didn't reply but he could tell what he was tell Connor's real answer through his face.

as they arrived to the fair, they all booked it to the first food stand they saw. Robin offering to pay for everyone being Bruce Wayne's son had its benefits. you ordered a simple coffee as you didn't want Robin to spend too much on everyone.

"what ride should we all get on first?" Jinny asked excitedly. you pointed to the tallest ride, it was one of those high rides that sat two people at the top and had them spinning around, "oh I can't do that. it's way too scary," both Keli and Jinny said.

Superboy smiled at you, "I'm down if you are," he said as he grabbed two tickets from the worker, "cool," you replied as the two of you walked to the line, sweat already building up from nervousness.

once they sat the two of you and made sure you were both buckled in, you stared at Superboy nervously as the ride started up and pulled you up before immediately starting to spin. you stared at Superboy, screaming for you life. you unintentionally grabbed his arms, not realizing you were holding onto him as you continued to yell.

Superboy chuckled, finding your reaction cute.

+

after the months passed and you finally grew closer to everyone on the team, you were particularly close with Jinny and Superboy. you and Jinny shared a lot of common interests as she showed you how to shoot a gun and Superboy...well, everyone could tell the two of you were just seconds away from actually dating.

you walked into the YJ lair, sipping on hot chocolates with Jinny as the weather was turning cold. she was cracking some cringe dad jokes, trying to make you laugh as you tried to contain from choking on the hot chocolate.

"hey, where we yall at?" Keli asked. you turned to Jinny before giggling, "just doing a few errands we had to run before I had patrol with Superboy," you said, not really clarifying on what you both were actually doing.

although everyone could see how much you liked Connor, Connor himself thought you had a thing with Jinny. he knew she was particularly close with you and felt as though he was practically competing with her for your attention.

"do you have my phone?" you asked Jinny as she dug into her pocket and handed it to you. you grabbed your phone before quickly snatching her hat and putting it on, "yee-haw," you giggled into the mirror as Jinny started chasing you down the halls.

as you turned a corner, you bumped into Superboy and fell flat on your ass, "oh, I'm sorry Superboy, I didn't see you there," you groaned as Jinny grabbed her had and put it back on her, "you've yee'd your last haw," she said, making you laugh harshly.

Superboy's eye couldn't help but twitch as he gave you his hand, "ready for patrol?" he asked sternly. you looked to Jinny who crept away from the angry Kryptonian and left you to deal with him, "yeah, let me just freshen up again and I'll meet you outside," you murmured, going into the bathroom.

you quickly used the bathroom before checking if you had everything. you opened the door and walked into the lair's common area. Connor had yet to drop the angry attitude and everyone was eerily silent as you walked in. he grabbed you by the arm and practically rushed you out the door.

"weird," Jinny told Robin as he shrugged, "what isn't weird about him," he replied making everyone laugh.

patrol started extremely awkward. you hadn't felt this weird since you first started on the team and you had no idea what was wrong with Superboy since he wasn't telling you.

the two of you walked on top of roof, scanning the empty roads before you turned to look at him, "what's up? you seem bothered," you asked him as you both sat on the ledge, "seriously? you seem annoyed at me or something so at the very least you can try and tell me what's wrong," you pressured again.

he looked at you with eyes of determination before grabbing you by the collar of the shirt and pulling you into a very heated kiss. you were taken back by surprise but let him continue to kiss you. a part of yelled at Connor pulled you close but another part of him was still screaming at him that you still could've liked Jinny.

"I had to do that before Jinny officially took you away from me," your eyes fluttered in confusion, "uh, what do you mean by 'take you away from me'?" you asked, not knowing what he was talking about.

Connor sighed in frustration, "I see the way you're around Jinny and figured that she likes you and vice versa," he finally admitted as he stood up, not wanting to hear your response. you quickly stood up and grabbed him by the wrist, "hey wait," you said.

he stared at you, "I'm really not in the mood to get rejected ( your hero name )," he ran his fingers through his hair annoyed. you shook your head, "I don't like Jinny nor does she like me. we're just really close friends Superboy," you whispered, bringing him into another kiss.

this time, he was the one taken back but he melted into the kiss, all his negative emotions washing away as you continued to kiss him. he wrapped his arms around your waist as you him in closer by the neck. Connor was definitely not expecting this tonight.

"so does this mean that we're like....together together?" you asked playfully shy. Connor let out a laugh before lacing your hands together, "clearly. I can't let Jinny steal you away from me," he jokingly replied.

+

Connor ran to the three different henchmen as his strength was to the point of killing, not caring if he died in the process. he was recklessly dodging bullets, knowing they wouldn't do anything to him. he grabbed the first man and threw him against a wall as it collapsed around him. Connor only hoping that it did enough damage to unalive him.

the second one he managed to choke him out enough to the point where he passed out but that wasn't enough for him. you were on the brink of death and if he had to see you die, he was going to make sure the men who possibly killed you got what they deserved.

"SUPERBOY!" he heard his father scream again. Connor paid no attention to him as he grabbed the third henchman and slammed him to the ground, throwing punches left and right, "listen to me," Clark screamed at him.

he could see the tears coming down Connor's face as anger, fear, and sadness clouded his mind, "this is not you! pull out of it!" he yelled, shaking Connor's shoulder, "you're about to kill this man. I get that you're angry but you don't get anything out of hurting him. all you get it consequences and your girlfriend needs you right now more than ever!" he continued.

Connor finally shook himself out of his trance as he heard his dad telling him to go to you. Connor nodded and ran to you, seeing you unconscious and hardly breathing, "I'm taking her to the hospital," he yelled to Batman before hauling your body into his arms and flying towards the nearest hospital.

once he finally reached the emergency doors, he shoved everyone out of his way and to the front desk, "she needs help...NOW!" he yelled to the poor receptionist. the girl jumped up from fear but nodded and screamed for a bed and a few doctors.

the doctor asked Connor to place you on the bed before the doctor told him that he could follow them inside. a part of Connor wanted to straight up move the doctor to follow you into the OR but he knew that he'd get into more trouble with his dad and the MPD if he hurt anyone else.

for what felt like hours, he was waiting inside of the room they had told him you'd be in once you got out of surgery. he had already gotten the lecture from his dad about the consequences he would've gotten if he actually managed to kill the three men earlier.

"she's going to make it," the doctor told Connor as he walked into the room while they adjusted you to the bed. Connor nodded, "she'll be out of duty for months. she sustained a lot of injuries to her body that'll take weeks to recover and she got a nasty concussion so you'll need to play doctor for the next few weeks to make sure she's okay," he explained.

Connor nodded as the doctor told him that you should be waking up within the next few hours. Connor adjusted himself on the seat and got comfortable as he had no intentions of leaving your side until you were awake and ready to leave the hospital.

you woke up a few hours later, your body killing you from all over as you saw balloons all around the room. you knew you had landed in the hospital but you had no idea how long you were asleep or in a coma even. you turned to see Connor passed out next to you, his body slumped awkwardly.

"Kon, Kon wake up!" you whispered, shaking him softly. Connor jumped up in a fright as he immediately realized you were awake, "how do you feel? are you okay? do you need anything?" he immediately asked as you couldn't help but laugh at his frantic attitude.

"Connor, I'm okay, I promise," you whispered as you brought him in for a kiss, "my body just hurts and i'm still kinda tired," you murmured as Connor nodded. you managed to wiggle yourself enough to make space for him, "babe, it looks like you haven't slept in days."

"I had to make sure you were okay so i haven't exactly slept in a while," he admitted sheepishly. you shook your head, "you're too much sometimes," you giggled as you put your head on his shoulder, "but you love me regardless," he replied.

this was the first time the L word had came up in the relationship, "yeah, I guess I do but now you need to sleep," you said as you closed your eyes and felt Connor pull you closer to him, "I love you too by the way," you whispered, giving him another kiss on his partially exposed chest.

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Turn the page - Ch. 3: A Night to Remember

Rick Flag x OFC! Emma Johnson

Notes: Finally, we get some Rick glow up! And we get to know more about him and get a fluffy first date. I really loved this chapter, so I hope you guys do too ❤

Once again, a huge thank you to @a-reader-and-a-writer for beta reading for me. You're a gem 😘

Warnings: Mutual pining, lots of fluff, competence kink if you squint? And... a little surprise.

Words: 2611

Masterlist - previous chapter

‘Pull yourself together. It’s just a county fair’. Emma had repeated those words every time she tossed a dress to the side. On the 6th dress now and still unsure which one to choose.

Cause honestly, was it just a carnival? No, not really. Was it a date? Maybe not that either. He wasn’t even picking her up, agreed upon meeting there, so it really wasn’t a date, was it? And why was she this worked up, if it wasn’t a date?

She groans as she throws herself on the bed, sighing heavily into her pillow. This really shouldn’t be this hard. Just put on a damn dress.

She turns her head, frowning at the pile on the floor. Well, Rick did say he liked yellow… And he had basically called her sunshine.

With a grunt, she peels herself off the bed and puts on her yellow summer dress, with flowers that could look like sunflowers… If you squint.

Good, one thing done. Now onto makeup and hair. She walks to the bathroom, trying her best to look as natural as possible, but still pretty. Looking into the mirror, she sighs heavily once more. She really needed to relax a bit. Just a county fair, just a night out.

She looks into the mirror in the hall, one last look over, before heading out. Just as she reaches for her keys, her doorbell rings.

Great. Just what she needs. She really can’t be late. Confused and slightly annoyed, she opens the door.

She was not at all prepared for what she sees. Rick Flag. But he doesn’t look like the Rick she’s gotten to know over the last few months. His hair is shorter, but still with enough length for him to style it, pushed to the side. The beard was no longer a mess, but shorter and shaped.

Emma couldn’t help but stare. His face much more open now, she could really see just how beautiful he was. She already knew he was, inside and out, but now he looked handsome, sexy even.

Looking into his eyes, she notices Rick is uncomfortable, running his hand through his hair.

It's then she realises she hasn't said anything, just stared at him.

“I’m so sorry. I’m staring”

“Hopefully it’s a good thing?” he asks almost nervously. He’s obviously done it for her, wanted to look good for their date and Emma can’t help but smile.

“Oh, definitely. You look good!”

She blurts it out before she can stop herself. Giggling softly, she tucks a loose strain of hair behind her ear, looking up to find Rick’s eyes on her, a huge smile on his face.

“Ehm, I mean…” she starts, wanting to downplay it. But she just gives caution to the wind. “You know what, I meant it. You look really good.”

He gives her a shy smile, looking her up and down.

“Look who’s talking. You look beautiful.”

In that moment, Emma almost forgets how to breathe. Heart beating faster than ever before, she’s almost certain this has to be a dream.

But luckily, it’s not. She actually has a date, or whatever this is, with Rick. And she really can’t wait for it to start.

Once they reach the fairgrounds, the atmosphere is electric. The buzzing of the people, every single person in town there, apparently. There is music in the air, distant shouting from the different vendors in the booths and people laughing, talking, singing.

The lights everywhere are beautiful, the colours bright against the dark night sky.

Emma is one big smile, the memories washing over her. As a kid she always loved the county fair. The highlight of her summer, when visiting grandma. She turns to Rick, to say something, but stops when she sees the way he looks at her.

“What?”

He smiles wide, his face soft and cheerful, as he looks at her.

“It’s just been a long time since I’ve seen someone smile like that.” He starts softly, taking a step closer to her, brushing a stray hair behind her ear, cupping her cheek gently. “You really are a ray of sunshine.”

He moves closer, his eyes darting from her eyes to her lips and back. He licks his bottom lip and Emma almost stops breathing. She looks at him, silently begging him to kiss her. If he only knew how much she wants his lips on hers. Rick’s mouth quirks up into a faint smile, clearly loving the effect he has on her.

“Emma! You’re here!”

Rick’s hand drops from her cheek, as they hear Dolores shout after Emma. Clearly frustrated, they do their best to hide it, turning to say hi.

Half an hour later, Emma is still thinking about their almost kiss. She loves Dolores, but at that moment she wished her far away. She was still very much enjoying her evening with Rick, talking about books, the people in town, his favourite foods. But dammit, if that moment doesn’t linger in her mind.

They walk past the shooting tent, as someone walks away with a prize.

“I don’t think I’ve ever seen anyone walk away with the biggest prize.” She gestures towards the giant bears at the top. The ones so big, it’s quite comical. Who even has room for a teddy that size? But dammit, if she hadn’t dreamt of getting one, like you see in those cheesy rom coms on tv.

Rick shoots her a look, as he points towards the prizes.

“You want the big bear?”

“Well, can’t say I’ve never thought about it, when seeing it in movies” she bites her lip, feeling dumb suddenly.

Rick smirks as he takes her hand, pulling her gently with him to the tent. Once there he looks at the targets, inspecting the rifle, before looking at the man managing the booth.

“How many targets do I have to hit to win the biggest one?”

Receiving the number required, Rick just huffs, a confident smile forming, as he picks up the gun. Pointing to the moving targets, he quickly takes out the first three. As he continues, Emma looks at him in awe. Sure, she knew he had a military background, but it’s something else seeing this.

Like muscle memory, Rick taps into something hidden, expertly taking out one target after the other, only stopping to reload the rifle. Even his stance changes, seeming like a completely different man. Him focused on the targets and her on Rick, neither of them notice the crowd forming around them. Rick has already hit more targets than necessary, now he’s just showing off, using the last bullets.

Emma has to admit it’s hot seeing him like this. Confident, competent, focused. Hell, she’d even call him deadly.

When he finally puts down the rifle, the crowd around them cheers. Rick blushes a little, clearly not that comfortable with the attention. He turns to the man in the booth, pointing to the biggest bear.

Almost squealing, Emma can’t contain her excitement when Rick hands it to her. Almost as tall as her, she disappears behind it.

“Thank you, Rick. I love it!” she jumps up and down, before leaning closer, placing a quick soft peck on his cheek.

“Anything to make you smile like that, Darlin’”

Her heart instantly beats faster, threatening to break out of her chest. It’s just a stupid teddy bear, she tries to convince herself. He’s just being nice. But somewhere deep down, she knows it’s a lie. It has to be. She can’t be the only one feeling like this, can she? Emma can’t deny the feeling she has inside, maybe she should just say something?

Before she can, though, some of the older men in town interrupts, talking about military stuff with RIck. Emma doesn't mind though. It’s nice to see Rick interacting with people, slowly breaking out of his shell.

Emma waits patiently, nuzzling into the soft bear, looking at Rick. As one of the older men starts yet another anecdote from Vietnam, Rick shoots Emma a glance. A ‘please come and save me before I die of boredom’ look. Emma can’t hold back her giggle, instantly making Rick smile.

Realising Rick is too polite to say anything, Emma decides to go rescue him. Faking some minor emergency, she manages to tear him away.

“Thank you for saving me”

“A colonel needing a bookworm to save him. Could make for a great story” she smiles softly, gently teasing Rick. He just smiles, throwing an arm around her shoulders, plucking the bear from her arms with his free hand.

“Let me carry that. You want some churros?”

Sitting on a bench, looking out over the fairgrounds, Emma looks at the giant bear, smiling. This has been the best night of her life. Happy and content, she takes another bite of her churro, as Rick talks more about his life before Columbia Falls. Well, the parts he wants to share anyways. It’s small stuff. Army dad, foreign mom. Moved around a lot but born in DC. He shares some stuff, but not enough. Though he’s still an enigma, Emma cherishes every little piece he offers her.

“West Point?”

“You could call it military college”

She mutters a soft ‘oh’, biting into another churro. Seems like his entire life has revolved around the military, so why did he quit?

She turns to ask, when she gets interrupted by Rick laughing softly.

“What?”

“You have a little…” he gestures to her lip. Before Emma can do anything, Rick sweeps his thumb over her bottom lip, removing the ice cream. Such a simple touch, but it makes Emma’s heart beat faster.

Now that she thinks about it, anything Rick does makes her heart beat faster.

He looks into her eyes, as he licks the ice cream of his thumb. Emma swallows hard, embarrassed by the thoughts running through her head. God, what she wouldn’t give to have that tongue on her.

She seriously had to pull herself together. Her plan for tonight was to get to know Rick even more, not lusting over him like a lovesick puppy. There were things she really wanted to know, things she felt like she needed to know.

“Rick, can I ask you something?”

“Sure thing, darlin’”

Emma searches for the right way to word her question. She really wants to know more about his past but is still afraid. What if the reason he isn’t sharing, is because he doesn’t want anyone to know? What if it’s bad?

As if he senses her inner turmoil, Rick gently takes her hand, squeezing it gently.

“Em?”

She looks up into his eyes, before looking down at their hands.

“I’m just curious why a colonel would settle for being a lumberjack in a small town.” She pauses, looking into his eyes. His face falls slightly, like a shadow comes over him. “Sorry. It’s just… You rocked that shooting tent, so you were clearly great.”

Silence falls between them.

“I was in charge of something called ‘Task Force X’. I shouldn’t tell you this, but…” he pauses, looking uncomfortable. “My last mission was to Corto Maltese and I… Discovered some government secrets. Nearly got killed because of it.”

“Killed?” her voice is barely above a whisper.

“Yeah… Peacemaker, he…” Rick stops, the memories of it clearly hurts. His free hand finds it’s way to his chest, pausing over his heart. “He stabbed me in the chest, almost pierced my heart.”

Emma sits in silence, horrified over his story, as he continues to tell her everything from the very beginning. From his very first day with Task Force X, about the friends he lost along the way. How Waller used them all, treated them like pigs for slaughter. How he was attacked by this guy, Peacemaker, from his own team, someone he trusted, and then left for dead in the ruins. About how he blackmailed Waller to let him go, still having the hard drive with evidence. And finally how he chose to settle down here, wanting to get away from it all, wanting to start over.

She knows it’s true, but it all seems so unreal. Government secrets, friends betraying him, left for dead. Left speechless, all she can do is squeeze Rick's hand, not knowing how she can ease the pain of these memories.

“I… I’m so sorry all this happened to you. It’s so awful”

Despite it all, a soft smile spreads on Rick's face, as he looks into Emma’s beautiful blue eyes.

“Something great did come out of it”

“Yeah? What?” she smiles, lightening up her face.

“I met you”

Rick cups her cheek, looking deeply into her eyes, like he can see into her soul. He leans closer and Emma’s heart pounds like never before. Her body aches for him, begging for him to come closer, wanting nothing more than his lips against hers.

As if he hears her silent plea, he closes the distance between them, his lips finally meeting hers. For a second, it’s like time stands still, all that exists is his lips against hers. His soft, plumb lips. God, she could keep kissing him forever.

When they break apart, Rick rests his forehead against hers, smiling wider than Emma has ever seen. And honestly, she was grinning too. She giggles softly, a heavy blush on her cheeks.

Rick leans down, capturing her lips in another sweet kiss. Emma, still giddy, eagerly reciprocates the kiss.

It starts soft and slow, but soon turns more passionate, needy. Months of want poured into the kiss, truly taking Emma’s breath away.

Rick grips her tighter, pulling her closer, deepening the kiss. Emma moans against his lips, eliciting a soft groan from Rick. Suddenly he breaks away, only a few inches, panting heavily. His breath ghosts her lips, before he finally pulls away.

Never in her life had she had a kiss like that. So much want and passion, nothing had ever made her quiver so fast. He leaves her a flustered, hot mess and she is already addicted, wanting more.

Rick shifts in his seat, looking uncomfortable. Emma notices how his erection is straining against the zipper of his jeans. Trying to suppress a giggle, she bites her lip, looking up into Rick’s eyes.

His cheeks are turning a soft pink, clearly a little embarrassed by his lack of self-control.

“Well, in my defence it has been a long time” he shrugs, grinning from ear to ear. Emma just nods, relieved by the fact that women can hide their arousal better. If only he knew she was just as affected by it as he was.

“I’ll take it as a compliment”

“You should” he grins, putting his arm around her.

They sit for a while, enjoying the silence and each other. She snuggles closer, watches the people go by. Things are the same, but still, everything has changed.

“I have a confession,” Rick says softly. Emma looks at him, silently asking him to go on.

“I had a plan to take you on the Ferris wheel and kiss you at the top. So our first kiss was special”

Emma’s heart swells at his confession. So he had planned to kiss her all along. Even planned to make it really romantic, knowing she would appreciate it. Even though it didn’t happen, it’s probably the sweetest thing anyone has done for her. Or well, planned to do.

Feeling giddy and happier than ever before, she puts her arm around him, hugging him tightly. She plants a soft kiss on his cheek, before cupping his cheek.

“Well… I’m up for a ride in the Ferris Wheel if you are?”

Thank you so much for reading <3

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[from-a-reckless-writer]

“So, Andrea asked me out, today.”

“Fucking finally,” Sam mutters under her breath, rolling her eyes at Lena as if Lena’s an idiot who should’ve seen this coming.

“I’m sorry what? What do you mean, ‘finally’?” 

“Oh my God, do you seriously have no clue about it?”

“About what?” This time it was Kara who speaks up. They were having a Girls’ Night tonight, well, usually it was just a Kara and Lena night, but Sam came in for a rare visit and here they all are. 

“About how Lena apparently is an idiot who still doesn’t know that Andrea has been making heart-eyes at her since Day 1,” Sam deadpans and Lena’s eyes widen, brows shooting up to her forehead.

“What? What- No, she doesn’t. Oh my God, Sam! She’s my best friend. We go way back, there is nothing— Sam! Stop laughing, I’m serious!”

“Oh, honey, ever since boarding school she’s had a thing for you. She wouldn’t ask if it was nothing. Remember the first time I met with her?” Sam asks and Lena just nods because, okay what the fuck she really needs time to process this.

“She was jealous, she thought I was coming on to you or something, but then you said I was just a business associate and she calmed down,” Sam finishes and flashes of memory zip unto Lena’s brain. Yes, she does remember that day, how Andrea had acted hostile and odd until they met up again with Sam again during that merger and-

Oh my God. 

 “Ah, there it is. Moment of realization hit hard much? Here, have a drink, buddy.”

Sam thinks this is funny. 

Sam thinks this is so funny and she is so smug about being right and Lena wants to wash the damn smugness off of her face. Sam was too busy laughing and Lena was too busy plotting to kill Sam that they failed to notice how Kara completely turned silent. 

“Good of her to finally have the guts to ask you out. Been a long time coming,” Sam rambles mindlessly sipping at her wine. 

“Wait, I’m still processing— Why didn’t she say anything?” 

“Probably didn’t want to ruin your friendship.”

“Then why now?”

“I don’t know, maybe because she tried not asking you out to keep your friendship. But shit happened and your friendship was lost anyway, but now she doesn’t have anything to lose so maybe she thought, might as well...” Sam shrugs as if it were nothing, but Lena, Lena’s brain was scrambling and— 

“Man, am I glad, I chose this week to visit. Say yes already, and me and Kara would even help you choose a dress. Right, Kara?”

They both turn to Kara, who has been uncharacteristically quiet this past few minutes.

“Huh? Wha- Oh, yeah. Yeah. Dress, right. Yeah,” Kara stutters out and Lena knows something is definitely wrong.

“Are you okay?” She asks and Sam just raises a brow at her.

“Oh, yeah. Just—  long day, you know?” 

“Are you sure?”

“Yeah.”

But the answer was subdued and Lena wasn’t really all that convinced but Sam is interrogating her again and she really just wants to solve this Andrea Dilemma first. Besides, she’s staying over anyway, she can talk to Kara later.

“How did she ask you out? Spill, right now. Spare us no details.” 

Well…

***

“Well, I’m glad that we got that over with.”

“Couldn’t have done it without you, Andrea.”

“Mm, that’s nice to hear. I missed that, coming from you. I- I missed you.”

“Andrea Rojas, you’re getting soft on me. But for what it’s worth I missed you too.”

“Listen, I uh- I wanna ask you something, but you have to promise me you’ll think about it.”

“Is everything alright? You know you can tell me anything, right?”

“Gotodinnerwithme.”

“Did you say dinner?”

“Yeah, I- want to get dinner. With you. Possibly. As my date.”

“Oh.”

***

“Well, can you blame me? I didn’t know she— “ Lena trailed off, finding it hard to think of words.

“Oh?! Oh?! That’s the only thing you said?!” Sam screeches, wine sloshing about in her glass.

“Didn’t know she had feelings for you?” Kara finishes for her with an unreadable look on her face that Lena desperately wants to decipher. But can’t. Not with Sam hovering. 

"Yeah, that,” Lena says lamely, this is ridiculous. She feels like a teenager unaware of how to function in the real world just because a pretty girl asked her to dinner. But to be fair though, Andrea isn’t just some pretty girl.

Andrea was…

Something. 

Yeah, Andrea was Lena’s something. Once. 

“I mean, I did say I was going to think about it. I didn’t want to hurt her feelings but I also didn’t want to lead her on? But I think I kind of did? Did I? Oh, fuck this. Somebody get me more wine.”

Sam pours her a generous amount.

“Well, the question is, do you want to go out with her?”

“I don’t...know,” She admits and Sam just looks at her with the kind of  eyes she sees her make when she wants Ruby to understand something. 

“The question is a simple yes or no, Lena. If you don’t want to, then don’t. If you want to, then go. You don’t owe anybody. If she feels that way, she feels that way. It’s not your fault she caught feelings. You can always say no.”

“I know that, but— “

“But what?”

“It’s Andrea.”

Before Sam can give her another lengthy advice, her friend's phone buzzes and her niece’s face lights up the screen.

“Well, that’s my cue,” Sam says before picking up and telling her daughter that yes, she’s coming home soon. 

“I guess we should call it a night,” Lena voices out as Sam hangs-up. Sam gives both of them bear hugs, whispering in her ear, “You’re going to tell me everything, after.”

And Lena kicks her out of the apartment with an eye-roll. 

She hears Kara moving behind her, probably using her superspeed so Lena doesn’t have to do anything. 

“Hey,” Lena calls out carefully, she’s been eyeing Kara all night and she can’t ignore that something was up.

 “Yeah?” Kara answers coming from the kitchen, wiping her wet hands on her pants as she approaches.

“Sit with me?” 

Lena gestures to the other unoccupied side of the couch. Kara plops down with a sigh, Lena automatically putting her feet up on Kara’s lap. 

“Are you going to tell me what’s wrong?”

To which Kara answered with, “No.”

Well, Lena wasn’t expecting that. Kara tells her everything, that was their thing. Lena has no idea how it happened but Kara tells her everything and Lena tells Kara everything, that’s just them. That was how it is. So, Lena was more than baffled at Kara’s silence. 

“Okay, then. Help me with my problem instead?”

“Fine.”

Cold. Wow, Okay. Okay. She wasn’t going to push but this is really odd behavior for Kara. 

“Do- do you think, I should say yes?

”“To Andrea?”

“To Andrea,” Lena confirms and Kara tosses her head back on the sofa and closes her eyes.

“I don’t know, Lena. That’s...your choice— “

“I know it’s my choice, I’m just asking for your input. How ‘bout a pro’s and con’s list?”“Pro’s first,” Lena says and begins a list, “She knows things about me, in a way that most people would never, that’s a good reason, right?”

“Yeah th-that’s good. She’s rich,” Kara adds and Lena laughs at that.

“Darling, I’m rich too.”

“Well, that’s another pro, you’re on the same level. No worrying about the media, no worrying about tight schedules because she’d understand, anyway. No worrying about gala dates because she’s going to be there, too. No worrying about what friends would say, it’s clear Sam approves and Jess would too. No worrying about long distances since I heard she’s staying around. She’s…”

Kara pauses and there’s this moment where Lena is just looking at her, Kara’s words looping in her head. As if Kara has thought about Andrea dating her a million times before, and what that might mean, as if—

“-perfect. She’s perfect for you, Lena. There’s— uh there’s no competing with that,” Kara’s voice trails off, “I don’t think there’s any con, about dating her. So, there you go. I helped didn’t I? I— You know what? I’m tired, I-”

Kara doesn’t even bother finishing her sentence, just pushes Lena’s legs off her lap and stands-up. Shoulders defeated and foot-steps heavy. Lena stays there on the couch. Usually, they’d get ready for bed together, but Lena has a feeling that Kara wants space, right now. So, she sits there, in the silence of Kara’s apartment, mind running a mile a minute about the implications of Kara’s behavior, listening to the way Kara’s flitting about in the bedroom, before she hears the duvet rustle and she knows it’s time. 

Lena takes her time, brushing her teeth, putting on the pajamas she keeps at Kara’s, combing her hair. She knows Kara never falls asleep without bidding her good night first. But the silence from Kara’s end makes her believe her best friend had already been taken by slumber. 

Lena slowly climbs into bed, Kara laying on her side, facing away from Lena. She claims her side and slowly leans into Kara’s back, she can feel Kara stiffen from the close proximity. Lena takes a breath and starts wrapping her arms around Kara, spooning her. Lena gives herself a moment to just breathe her in. Kara doesn’t relax.

“You know, there is a con,” She starts and she knows Kara’s listening, “There’s one con, about dating Andrea.” she waits for Kara to reply, hoping that she would.

“What?”

“She’s not you.”

“What?”

“She’s—“ Lena inhales, braces herself, fucking now or never, “She’s not Kara Zor-El. She’s not the woman I want to be dating. She’s not the one who I want to ask me to dinner. She’s not you, Kara.”

She feels Kara turn and Lena slowly loosens her arms so Kara can face her.God, her eyes are so blue even in the dark. 

“Lena, what?”

“Then why would you ask if you should date Andrea?” Kara asks, voice small and Lena clings to her tighter, puts a palm against her cheek.

“You already said that, darling,” she teases before clarifying, “I said, I want you. I don’t want Andrea. I don’t want anyone else. I want you.”

“Okay, wow. I— give me a minute, wow okay, wow.” Kara stutters out in disbelief. As if Lena would want anybody but her. 

“I needed to know if you felt the same. I have been trying, Kara. I’ve been trying to tell you how I feel. Wishing you’d pick up on it but I don’t know if you don’t notice or you just really don’t see me that way, but tonight—”

“Tonight, what? What gave me away?”

“You don’t really think, I won’t notice when you’re hurting, do you? The moment I mentioned Andrea, your face fell. You were quiet the whole night. Not to mention you were giving me the cold shoulder once Sam left.”

“I thought I was being subtle,” Kara whispers sheepishly and Lena can’t fight the grin off her face. 

“You weren’t,” Lena breathes and becomes aware of the fact that Kara’s lips are right there, and she’s pretty sure that if she asks, Kara would kiss her. Kara would kiss her, right?

“Kara— “

“Can I— “

They say at the same time and Lena doesn’t really know nor does she care who leaned in first, just that their lips are pressed together, and it’s perfect. This moment is perfect and Lena wants to keep this moment tucked away in her heart, somewhere only she and Kara have permission to.

 And God, they were just as bad as the other. Idiots pining, sneaking glances, buying companies, heroic saves, but Lena guesses it doesn’t really matter, because now they have this.

“I love you.”

“I love you too.”

***

Three weeks later, Lena receives a call from Metropolis, Sam’s name flashing briefly on her screen.

“You have a shit ton of explaining to do, Lena Luthor. What the fuck did Jess mean when she said, ‘Miss Luthor and Miss Danvers are out on a lunch date as of the moment.’?”

#so this has been rotting in my brain #finally sat down and wrote it #supercorp ficlet of sorts #and also i miss sam #lena luthor #kara danvers #supercorp #the reckless writer writes #rcklss writes

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Supernova (Chapter 6)

Pairing: Dick Grayson as Robin x Reader

Warnings: Mentions of murder, mental health issues and episodes.

Word Count: 3.1K

Summary: As the daughter of Wonder Woman, you always knew you were destined for something more than the life of a mortal. It seemed like your wish for a life of adventure came true but whether in the form of a blessing or curse, you didn’t know. All you know is that you were the sole witness for a chain of murders that would begin. It’s up to you to find out who was the murderer before it’s too late……

A/N: Oof it has been a while since the last update

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“I told you specifically that you were not to get involved! And you deliberately disobeyed me!” Your mother scolded but her voice was getting a decibel louder each time. You looked unfazed and unbothered, not even trying to maintain eye-contact while receiving your mother’s disappointment and instead staring out the window.

It was not what you had wanted to hear at the moment if you were being honest. The past few days had been hard and you even missed training since Valerie’s death. Robin had been by your room multiple times trying to get you out of bed but you just remained there. Not living, not dying, just existing.

Your mother’s comfort might have done nothing to change the way you downward spiraled after the events and while your mother yelled at you, the same images kept replaying in your head as they did for the past few days; Robin ripping you away from her body as the police and press showed up, Valerie’s parents finding out what happened and then watching her mother break down in front of her daughter, Valerie’s little sister wailing during the funeral.

You didn’t leave the bed after that, still dressed in the black blazer and trousers you had worn that day. It had been a couple days. You had managed to swallow down Robin’s green smoothies and even a couple slices of fruit but you didn’t quite remember what it was. They all tasted bland and disgusting.

Your mother had found out about your identity through the multiple press reports and articles and while you were sorry that she had to find out that way, you didn’t have the capacity to show it. The last thing you had was the energy to fight with her, or even resist her.

So instead, you just listened to whatever she had to say, hoping that she’d leave sooner or later but the more you felt your head throb, the more frustrated you got. This was just so typical of her, of course the unstoppable, fearless, undefeatable Wonder Woman would have no idea what you were going through. And instead of asking you for your two cents, instead of comforting you, she had been trying to imprint her anxieties onto you.

Had she even thought how hard this must have been for you? For even a second? You couldn’t imagine it because if she had thought about you for even a moment, she would’ve realized that you literally saw your best friend murdered before your eyes. She would’ve realized that you were feeling like you didn’t deserve to live on the face of the earth. And she would’ve tried to comfort you.

Instead, she stormed into your room, tossing her phone with the news article on the bed before beginning her lecture and now fifteen minutes later she had yet to ask you if you were okay.

Her argument was stupid as well. You didn’t ask for any of this to happen to you; you were hardly responsible and yet no matter how hard you tried to avoid the matter, it kept pulling you back in. You couldn’t deal with this like a human, no matter how much your mother wanted you to, because you knew that you were more than that and you could have done something. It left you feeling guilty.

But at the same time, you couldn’t handle this as a god because you weren’t. You kept thinking about how you ended up coming short in each fight; had you been blessed with just a little more, had you not been part human then you wouldn’t have gotten injured the night Mary-Anne got captured and you would’ve saved her. If you weren’t limited, you would’ve been faster the day Valerie was killed, you would’ve reached her before it happened, you would’ve stopped it.

You were truly useless, but you didn’t have the excuse to be.

That made you feel absolutely worthless. Even after being blessed with so much, you still came up short. You still failed.

And who was to blame for that? The cruel fate that had you in the position you were today.

“If you weren’t my daughter—” Your mother muttered to herself in her anger, realizing that you weren’t reacting to anything she said but you caught the start of her sentence, cutting her off with a humorless and tired laugh.

“If I wasn’t your daughter,” You finally looked at her and you saw her features morph into one of worry when she finally noticed all the tears that were skating down your cheeks, “I wouldn’t be here.”

“Three people are dead, mom.” You cried, voice cracking but she stood there as if she was nailed to her place, “And I only have myself to blame. If I had been faster, stronger, if I didn’t have these human side to me, they wouldn’t be.”

“I can’t live like a god because I’m not competent enough, not gifted enough.” You sobbed, wiping away your tears and holding a hand up when she tried to approach you. You were too overwhelmed at the moment, too much input was there and it was overloading all your senses, “And I can’t live like a human because if I was this wouldn’t be happening to me.”

“If I wasn’t your daughter,” You spoke and it scared her with just how much malice you put into it, like you were disgusted with yourself for being her child and in a way, you were, how could you be Wonder Woman’s daughter and still be so weak?

“Those people wouldn’t have died when I was there to do something about it. Mary-Anne would have been gone without me knowing, my principal wouldn’t have been a casualty and I would’ve gotten Achilles’ tarot.” It was like you had given up. So many emotions were rushing through you that you couldn’t understand what was pushing you anymore, if there was anything there.

You weren’t ready just yet to give up on being a hero, not after another death. You wanted to help, you couldn’t continue to be useless and yet it felt like you were burning the candle at both ends.

“Please just go. I don’t expect Wonder Woman to understand what it’s like to be caught between paradise and hell.” You said, laying down once again and pulling the covers over your head, “Just go.”

You heard the door open and click shut before you were bathed in silence and darkness once again. For a minute it felt peaceful and you let the minutes bleed into hours without realizing just how much time passed as you were curled up in the hollow of your blankets.

You heard the door click open but didn’t bother to rear your head from your shelter until you felt someone poke you in the back. When you turned, Robin was standing with a tray in his hands and a reassuring smile on his face, “I got you something to drink.”

He didn’t ruin the silence that you had been yearning for, in fact the sound of his voice was sweet to the ears. This was what you needed.

Shifting slightly, you patted the empty spot next to you and when he settled comfortably beside you, it wasn’t suffocating or difficult like how you felt with your mother. Robin handed you the glass of fruit cocktail smoothie and you accepted, sipping the drink quietly and enjoying the chill slipping down your throat.

This wasn’t uncommon. Ever since you both started training together, you often found yourself searching for him when you needed comfort, since Robin was the one you had gotten closest to during your stay here. Now, with just an inch of distance between you, you were feeding off his energy and it was putting you at ease.

You leaned your head against his shoulder and he didn’t flinch, having been used to it by now but the first time you had even held his hand, the poor boy had jumped out his skin. You just needed the physical touch to put you in balance for a while and recharge, he realized that a while ago. Robin even felt better himself whenever you played with his fingers, specifically taking off his gloves to feel his skin or leaned against his back after a long day of training.

It felt so intimate but not romantic. He just felt needed and supportive whenever you relied on him this way, delicately threading your fingers together and sitting in the silence of your room. He didn’t even have to look at you, just feeling his presence beside you was okay.

The sound of you finished the drink through the straw filled his ears before he realized he should speak up.

“(Y/N).” He said gently and you didn’t lift your head, just humming to show that you had heard him, “They’re interrogating her murderer today.”

He would’ve thought that you were unshaken by the news had he not felt your hands tighten its grip on his. You just nodded, burying your head closer to his neck, wishing the ground would just suck you in. He didn’t say anything else, gently drumming the fingers that were set on his thigh.

***

Your hands clenched into fists as you gazed at the figure behind the one-way window. She looked too simple, too mundane to be a murderer but you knew she was the one responsible for Valerie’s death. Afterall, you had been the one to catch her red-handed.

Messy red hair was thrown into a bun, her unkempt strands and frizz making her look like she hadn’t slept in days and you were part to blame for that. Her lip was still split from where you punched her, your knuckles pricked at the sight, eager for more.

Looking at her, you couldn’t imagine how she was responsible for this, a frail looking woman who looked like she couldn’t even hurt a fly. Her name was Thelma, at least that’s what it says on her identity card. Thelma had been denying that as her name since the interrogation had begun.

Going through her file, she looked just as you had assumed; ordinary.

Batman hadn’t gotten a word out of her, she had refused to co-operate with the interrogation at all, pretending not to hear his questions, going as far as to even deny committing the crime at all. That part made you clench your jaw so tight you could’ve sworn your teeth could crack. She knew she had the advantage here.

As per the rules from the UN, you weren’t allowed to use the lasso of Hestia without her consent to assist the interrogation as it violates their right to remain silent. Watching her blatantly deny the crime that you knew she had committed had your blood boiling in your veins. If only you could wrap Hestia’s rope around her throat.

You growled as Batman tried to intimidate her but it was in vain before grabbing the lasso from your mother’s waist and stomping to the door.

“(Y/N)!” She warned, as if daring you to defy her again.

You didn’t even spare her a glance before throwing the door open and stepping inside. Batman stalked up to you quickly, leaning in with a cold fury but you didn’t back down, holding his stare. You couldn’t just stand back anymore, the feeling of knowing that you could have done something but didn’t was too much for you to take anymore.

“Give me a chance.” You murmured, “I won’t go against protocol. You have my word.”

His gaze hardened for a second before giving you a curt nod and moving to the corner of the room. He didn’t trust you not to lose your temper, not just yet and you were more than determined to prove one of the big three that you could handle yourself. Although the urge to slap the condescending look off her face was getting more tempting.

You fastened the rope to your belt before stepping in front of the table, resting your hands against it in a self-satisfying way that you saw in movie before finally looking Valerie’s murderer in the eye. Haggard green eyes behind thick lenses and wrinkles running deep into her pale skin. She looked pathetic. That made you feel both frustrated and proud.

“Your name is Paris,” You bit out with such venom, making sure to keep your voice loud enough for the members behind the glass to hear you clearly, “Isn’t it?”

She smirked and her eyes flashed with some pride that had you resisting the urge to throw her across the room. It would be so easy to snap her neck right then and there, to make her pay for what she did to your dear friend but you controlled yourself.

“Finally, someone with a brain.”

You mirrored her smirk, feeling your spine straightened with a little confidence, your hunch had been right, “How couldn’t I have known The Great Paris? The brave soldier who slayed Mighty Achilles.” You purred, taking your eyes off her and glancing at the glass. You were keeping your tone even, your gaze steady to show your mother but you were comforted knowing that Robin was behind it.

“The brave, skilled, mighty Trojan Prince Paris. Made a name for himself by being the best of his kind. Only a mortal but still managed to take down a divine god.” You droned, noticing how she began beaming at your words. You turned back to her and even though it was just a moment, they had seen something change in your eye. Your glare turned dark and you smirked.

“Only we both know one thing; your name isn’t Paris.” Her smile vanished and you took a step closer, sitting right across her to look her in the eye. “Tell me if this sounds familiar, hmm? A lonely, old woman living all alone. She’s at a dead-end job. She has no family, no friends, no light in her life.”

The way you spoke had your mother on edge. Every single word that came out of your mouth was like hitting a nail on the head. It was unlike anyone had ever seen before.

Robin clutched his cape nervously in his hands as he watched you interrogate Thelma with something settling in the pit of his stomach. He had seen that look before, the very same dark glare on his father and now it scared him that it was almost identical on you. He couldn’t let you turn out as his dad, he just couldn’t. He wouldn’t.

“And then finally she gets something in her life. A chance at hope. A chance at purpose. Something to finally make her believe that her life is worth living. Sound familiar? I bet it does, Thelma.” You hissed, “Because that pathetic woman was you, wasn’t it? You thought that if you killed Achilles you’d be rewarded, worshipped even. And finally, your miserable little life would have some meaning. Didn’t you?”

The look of fear in her eyes fed your hunger for a while. She was shaking her head feebly, looking at the ground since she couldn’t hold your gaze and you could only get angrier. Where was the pride and arrogance that she was showing earlier? Where was the crazed look in her eye as she murdered your best friend in cold blood?

“Only you were stupid,” You spat, “You were careless and you got caught. And suddenly, you weren’t the Mighty Paris that defeated Achilles. No, you were pathetic, irrelevant little Thelma who killed an underaged, unprotected girl in the locker room of her high school. I saw it all. You’re despicable.”

Robin watched your eyes swirl with a darkness he had never seen before. You were always trying to fight against your demons that were pulling you into the deepest recesses of your mind but now it was like you had finally surrendered to it. It was scary to watch such a pure person slowly get corrupted and Robin felt his resolve harden a little. He wouldn’t let you end up like the Dark Knight.

He had known Wonder Woman for most of his life and it was always your mother’s unconditional love and hope for the human race that made her what she stood as today. You always wanted to be like your mother, in body and mind. Now it felt like you were throwing away all those principles. Now it was to protect your own, and no one else.

If there was anything he could do to prevent you from going down that path he would, he realized when he saw the manic look in your eye. You were so close to being lost. Robin spared a glance at your mother, seeing her stand steady and tall. You were teetering over the edge at the moment and if your mother pushed just a little in the wrong way, you could possibly be lost to the rest of them. He wouldn’t let it come to that.

The darkness storming in your eyes suddenly ceased. Your features went slack in a terrifying way as you leaned towards the shivering woman in front of you as your fingers went white around the edges of the table.

“You took something very precious from me,” It was like poison was dripping from your tongue and you kept your voice low enough so only the both of you would know what you were saying, “Watch how easily I can do the same to you.”

Suddenly you pulled back and turned towards Batman with a small, disarming smile, “She’s free to go, Batman. She isn’t the one who killed Valerie. She’s just an ordinary, insignificant civilian.”

It was like a thread snapped.

“I DID IT! I KILLED HER! IT WAS ME!” Thelma shrieked lunatically, kicking the table and banging her hand-cuffed hands against the tabletop. She began sobbing loudly, screaming about how she was the one who killed Valerie and your heart lightened with satisfaction just a little. Just what you wanted.

“It’s my word against yours, Thelma. I witnessed the murder. I just think you’re just confused.” You replied, seemingly unfazed by her episode. The way she was crying in poor agony would usually have you off-put, concerned even. But right now, all you felt was your eardrums sting. She deserved none of your remorse.

“NO! NO, I DID IT! I DID IT!”

The smirk on your face was unmistakable, “Oh really? Will your confession hold up against the Lasso of Truth? Do you think it can?”

Her crying died down until she was softly sobbing into her hands, knowing that she had no other way out. She had lost, “Yes. I did it.”

You loosened the lasso around your waist, letting one end fall to the ground before wrapping it once around your wrist for better leverage, “Then let the interrogation begin.”

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