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venusbae · 1 month

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Gorillaz lore - told a lil' differently :))

part 2 - frontman

content warning: satanism, violence, mentions of sex, mentions of abuse, drugs, alcoholism.

summary: murdoc tries to impress some ladies, in doing so, further causes poor sod 2D more brain damage, but begins to create his world famous band.

The court hearing was the first time Murdoc had actually been ‘sentenced’ per say, before it was bans on his driving licences or a few days stuck in a prison cell before his father or brother came to bail him out. His father's release resulted in thorough beatings when they got home, yet it didn’t teach Murdoc his lesson. In fact it further encouraged him to take drugs as it would be a few days of zero pain, and after the one harsh session from his father, he was often ignored for weeks on end. That was better than being hit for weeks on end, he could tell you.

“Murdoc Alphonse-” the judge was cut off by Murdoc clearing his throat.

“Faust.” He said loudly, shying his eyes down from the stand as the judge, and his father {which was felt from the back of his head}, glared at him. “Please sir, thank you sir.”

“Murdoc Faust Niccals,” The judge started again, looking down at the paperwork in front of him, Murdoc looking back up at him, “I hereby sentence you to 30,0000 hours of community service, 10 hours a week of caring for Stuart Tusspot.”

‘Fuck.’ Murdoc thought, this was not what he’d planned, not how this was supposed to go. The man looked over at the comatose boy, only then realising that his hair was fully blue, not split with red. Must’ve been the blood. He was being fussed around by his mother and father, they looked to really care for him. Murdoc scoffed, why were they fussing at him when he was unresponsive. After a few moments of the judge and juries leading the courtroom out, Murdoc was taken away to be given back his casual clothes instead of the black and white striped, shit-smelling uniform, and his handcuffs taken off him. Not that they were too uncomfortable though, he was used to them and in more ways than just prison.

Walking out of the changing room, Murdoc was greeted by Rachel and David, Stu-pot’s parents, shoving their son into him. The boy fell limp onto Murdoc as Rachel began to bawl at the sight. Murdoc gave a confused and disgusted look at his mother, David held her in an embrace, giving Murdoc a scowling stare while telling him sternly to make sure he did the right thing, like Murdoc was moving out and taking his younger brother with him. He’d never been in this situation, being the youngest of him and his brother. When Stuart’s parents walked away, Murdoc growled lowly with disgust, looking at the scraggly blue hair of him.

“Ah what the hell.” He whispered to himself, dragging the boy to his newly renewed car.

After the first year of taking care of the poor sod, Murdoc came to realise looking after Stuart wasn’t so bad after all. It became tedious to bathe and feed the 19 year-old, but Murdoc had often done the same routine with his father after he came home from the pubs blackout drunk, not that the old stinking man deserved Murdoc’s care. Hannibal, his brother, helped most of the time, but with Stuart it was different because he was on his own. This was his sentence. It was also different because there wasn’t an old man smacking his lips together in an attempt to speak while he was being fed. So in a way this was better, much better.

Murdoc had come to realise he could still do all the things he used to do, he just had to keep it on the down low. The drugs began to stay inside the house, and Murdoc, out of pure boredom, began to blow leftover smoke down Stu’s permanently hung open mouth. The anger Murdoc felt when he was drinking on his bed was put onto Stuart, the older man using him as a punching bag, taking away his stresses. Murdoc did feel a tinge of guilt after these moments, but one last swig of his bottle of Archer’s Schnapps would snap him right out of it, not remembering the next morning due to his hangovers. There was never any sort of response from Stuart, and even though Murdoc knew this was going to be the case for however long, it angered him more, which caused Murdoc to drink more.

Eventually, Murdoc decided sex would be the best thing to get his anger out, so every so often, Murdoc would look his new ‘friend’ in the spare room, bringing home a bird who seemed to think she was worthless enough to go home with Murdoc in his state, and perform rough and fast love to her. Until the feeling becomes numb enough for him to not feel so much anymore.

One of these days after a long time writing bass lines for a few sample ideas, Murdoc felt the need for fresh air, hopefully to pick up some hot ladies. He huffed, pushing his fringe back out of his face. The ragdolled look of Stuart caught his eye. The boy had become a sickly kind-of pale in all the time Murdoc had him, and not that Murdoc cared, but he thought why not take him for a little joy ride. He threw him over his shoulder and ran out to his car, throwing Stuart into the back carelessly with nothing to keep him in place. Murdoc drove with speed to a popularised car park in Nottingham, immediately spotting a few people and amongst them, a couple of beautiful women. He licked his sharp teeth before slamming his foot to the ground, spinning the wheel and making donuts in a large empty space of the area. Murdoc could see a crowd was gathering, and so it gave him more confidence. He began to speed forward to then change to 360 degree turns, only to then be flashed by a rather lovely sight of one of the women’s racks. Distracted by his own dirty old thoughts, Murdoc had not looked where he was going for a few seconds, hitting 90 miles per hour as he slammed his car into a bollard.

The only sense that filled Murdoc was the sound of shattering glass, a flashback to a year before. The feeling of dread filled him,

‘Shit..’ He thought, remembering the boy he had brought with him. Hitting his car on a small bollard wasn’t going to smash his windscreen, and he frantically thought about not securing Stuart to his seat.

“Bollocks.” He accidentally spoke aloud, turning to see that Stu was indeed not there. Murdoc bit his lip harshly, turning back toward the front. He sat up straight, there he could see the body of the poor sod about a mile in front, and for a second, there was no life, which Murdoc should have been used to by now but by god did he need just one small twitch.

And then there it was. First it was the wiggling of fingers, then a full hand twitch, then the full dragging of both arms. Murdoc released a relieved sigh, jumping out of his car to run toward Stuart, yet as he stepped two steps, Stuart began to slowly get up, raising what felt like hundreds of feet above Murdoc, this was the first time he had actually seen how tall the young man was, and god he was. At the same speed he got up, Stuart turned to face Murdoc, both his eyes now blackened. Stu had a blank stare across his face as his posture seemed to contort downwards, his arms reaching the tops of his thighs and his legs stretching miles.

Murdoc gaped in awe. He looked incredible, unbelievable, ethereal. He could’ve been almighty Satan if Murdoc hadn’t personally seen the being. To Murdoc, Stuart looked like a god. He was tall, pretty and had blue spikey hair, and now, what looked like 2 missing eyeballs. Murdoc knew immediately. This was his singer, his frontman. The universe (in Satan's weird weird way) had a plan all along, and here Murdoc was rewarded. His eyes glistened as his gaping mouth lifted into a menacing smirk, he rushed over to Stuart, dragging him back to the car to take him back home before any people could alert the authorities of what he had done and get him into more debt.

Back at the house, Murdoc put Stuart to the test. All the way there, he was bragging about his ability to play anything on the keyboard, and to pick up the notes quickly. Murdoc pulled out the dusty old thing sat at the back of his wardrobe and forced Stuart to play. Nervously, he put his fingers on the keyboard, brushing them over. There was an awkward silence and tension in the air before Murdoc grumbled.

“So, you like to lie, eh?” He mumbled, Stuart looked over, shaking his head quickly.

“Jus’, not sure what to play…” Stuart’s accent thick with anxiety, he looked back at his hands; trembling. He thought for a moment, thinking deep into his brain and trying to remember what he used to play, until Murdoc smacked a score in front of him. It was something Murdoc had written a while ago, something he had conjured up to get his father’s attention. Not that it did ever work. Stuart stared back at Murdoc, before the older man gave an urging look paired with a wave of his hand. Stu sucked in a big breath, carefully and repeatedly pressing on one key before playing the whole sheet of music. Murdoc bopped his head along with each note, cringing at a few off notes now and then. When the music was complete, the room was silent, the only noise coming from a fan in the corner of the room. Murdoc chewed on his thumb nail while he thought.

“How good are you wiv’ lyrics?” He questioned, standing up out of his seat and folding his arms. Stuart cocked his head side to side with a wobbly hand gesture. Murdoc nodded for a second, turning around. “Sing something.”

Murdoc tested Stuart for hours, making sure that he was indeed the perfect fit for the band. After a long time of singing, keyboard playing and bass playing. Murdoc chuckled to himself, making Stuart stare at him concerningly.

“Y’know, i ‘fink i’ll call you..” Murdoc walked slightly closer to the younger man, looking up as Stuart towered over him, “Two-D.”

#fanfiction #gorillaz #stuart pot #2d gorillaz #murdoc niccals #gorillaz fanfiction #murdoc gorillaz #stuart tusspot #please please please #got distracted so many times writing this #ily all

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oneprompt · 3 years

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Hey babe ❤

Since i love your headcanons and how you write i'm back hehe

Please do this ONLY if you want to and you have the time to do it.

Could you write some headcanon for zoro, ace and law with a very chaotic s/o with some angry issues and a little too much love for knife and fire? Like ya know just a chaotic one, in a very chaotic way.

Thank you so much if you do it, and please take care ❤

authors note : hey , bunny <3 so sorry for doing this late .. i have quite the requests piling ;; but tonight , i shall conquer them! please enjoy these to the fullest , i hope they serve well ❤️

Zoro x Chaotic! Reader Headcanons

• You two being paired together is absolute insanity, especially if you two have to duo against an opponent. Any plan that was assigned to you two is thrown out the window. Who needs brains when you got brawn? Especially doubled?

• Zoro has no intentions of stopping you, at least during fights. If you’re acting up on the ship and acting recklessly with Luffy, he’ll be quick to stop you. No way in hell is he letting you get hurt over nothing but your own excitement!

• You two definitely bicker and scream at each other a lot. Not a single brian cell in sight. And it’s always over the most pointless things, too. Two morons in love, to say it bluntly. Why do the Straw Hats consistently make you two partner up? Sure, you two are dating but with all the chaos that ensues.. It’s odd for them to trust you both.

• You often make fun of opponents which gets you two dragged through the dirt. You won’t hesitate to shout at them, piling all sorts of insults on them. Even Zoro knows not to say such vulgar things to his enemies, so, he’ll have to quickly drag you away and run with you while the butt hurt government agent or pirate chases you both.

• Zoro has to act as your personal nurse, even on the thousand sunny. He’s awful with these type of things but he’ll still try and patch you up when you two are away from Chopper. Often results in playful arguing, you whining over how tight Zoro ties your bandages, making the man turn red, steam nearly puffing through his ears. Why couldn’t you just be grateful!?

• Even if you two constantly fight due your rivaled energy, Zoro always makes sure you’re safe. If anyone so looks at you the wrong way, he’ll cut them. .... Sometimes it’s a completely innocent person and him getting defensive leads to you two yelling. What a mess...

Ace x Chaotic! Reader Headcanons

• He’s not as up to pace with it in comparison to Zoro. Ace is chaotic but in a snarky way, he’ll tease others but he’s not an aggressive type of chaotic. Verbally? Man can destroy anyone. If you’re more verbal with it then physical, Ace is happy to tag along!

• If you’re more physical, Ace can stay up to par, somewhat. At least with marines, not random civilians. Don’t get me wrong, the boy is respectful but the government sucks... So, bullying is warranted.

• Wether Ace wants to or not, he’s usually looped into your kerfuffles, due to you having rapid ideas of being an arsonist. And what better then using your boyfriend as a jerry can?

• Ace doesn’t mind your antics. He’s quite the wild one himself, same could be said for his brothers. Ace has always been a trouble maker and really has no regards for it, he’s a ‘ only live once ‘ type of guy, he’ll do whatever he’s invited to partake in.

• Although, Ace will stop you from being rude or hurting random people. Innocents don’t deserve such treatment, really. Even the son of the pirate king knows such common courtesy.

• Ace will be quick to save you from any marines or other government officials that catch you vandalizing property, flags, etc. He’ll sweep you off your feet and run off, making sure to shout something cheeky at them, leaving the marines red faced in embarrassment and frustration.

Law x Chaotic! Reader Headcanons

• Law feels more like your babysitter then your boyfriend. He constantly has to keep you out of trouble. Law hates people more then the next guy but what’s the point in bringing unneeded attention to yourself and the people around you? There’s no point, exactly.

• Often has to keep any potential weapons and things that may spark foolish ideas away from you. Law already has quite the name within the world and doesn’t need it dug deeper.

• Expect a lot of scolding and lectures from Law! He’ll sit you down and give you a good talking to. But much to his disappointment, his words just go from one ear and out the other. Why did you have zero listening skills and overall brains?

• But if Law must, he’ll be there to save you in a heart beat. Naturally, he would say you deserve to face the consequences of your actions like everyone else but not by the government! He meant more so by your friends... So, he’ll come and save you, just like a knight in shining armour.

• Won’t hesitate to ‘ teach you a lesson ‘, if you catch my drift. Law has a paper thin patience and won’t allow anyone to defy it. He’ll certainly get annoyed easily with your loud and vulgar attitude. Expect an extra long ‘ lesson ‘ if you’ve been angering him all day.

• Law sincerely loves you, even if he’s mainly face palming when he’s around you. He adores you and how you act, wether he admits it or not. Law thinks it’s cute how cheeky you are.

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13uswntimagines · 4 years

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Fraternizing with the Enemy (Alpha Lindsey X Omega Emily x Alpha Reader)

Request 1: Soran and reader where Emily gets fouled a lot or something and the both of her girlfriends come to her aid but the reader is on Seattle’s team? I meant NWSL where Soran is still on the thorns

Request 2: soran x reader with Lindsey and the reader as alphas and sonnett as an omega

You had a reputation. Your temper on the pitch was known (and feared) around the world. You would argue part of that temper was due to your protective nature (particularly over your unmated mates at the time), and that the rest were some really bad overblown rumors (anyone who played on the field with you would venture to disagree).

Since mating your mates a year and a half ago, you had relaxed considerably, mellowing out and becoming much less quick to anger.

This whole chaos cup had put you on edge. You were on OL Reign, while your mates were Thorns and that meant that you were kept segregated from them. To make matters worse, Emily had experienced a heat during this shit show, and the NWSL wouldn’t bend the rules to allow you to experience it with her and Lindsey. Thank God your alpha mate had been there to protect your omega.

You hadn’t wanted Emily to play so soon after her heat, but here she was holding up the Thorns backline against your team.

“Better luck next time Daddy,” Emily laughed, helping you up from a well-placed slide tackle and pulling you into her. You hugged her close. You weren't a soft person, but you were soft for them. You allowed her soothing pheromones to calm the beast inside you for a moment before pulling away. You smiled crookedly, leaning down to kiss her lips, savoring her scent. It was always so sweet after her heats. Her hand trailed down your chest and landed very high in your thigh. You laughed, reaching around to lightly slap her but.

“Watch it hot stuff, wouldn’t wanna write a check you aren’t willing to cash,”

She giggled, slapping your chest, and you couldn’t help the corners of your lips tilting up. Lindsey shook her head at the two of you from across the pitch. She knew how painful it had been for you to be separated from them when they needed you, but she didn’t think you and Emily would actually start groping each other on the pitch. She thought Mark was crazy for having Emily be the one to mark you. Yes, she was a fantastic defender, but Becky would have been a safer option considering you and Sonny were doing everything in your power to touch each other. She guessed he thought it would force Sonnett to focus, but all it seemed to be doing was distracting you both.

“You two aren’t supposed to be touching,” Sofia Huerta called out, approaching you. You rolled your eyes at the woman, unsure why your fellow forward was interrupting your moment with one of your mates.

“She’s my mate, I think it’s safe,”

“Yeah, well when you risk the rest of the team’s safety, I think maybe you should give a fuck about something besides your penis,” She snorted. She didn’t like that you always thought you could break the rule with no consequences. You were constantly shirking the rules, with both the national team and your club, and she was fucking tired of it. This was their health you were messing with by fraternizing with the other team.

“Hmm, your cock does sound good though, missed it last week,” Emily mumbled, reaching down and trying to squeeze your member. You caught her wrist, bringing her hand to your lips instead.

“Behave hot stuff,” You mumbled, kissing Emily’s forehead, blatantly ignoring your annoyed teammate.

“Yeah, good luck with that Y/n,” Lindsey laughed as she approached, pulling Emily away for the hydration break, you smirked after them, sure you would get the opportunity to get close to them again during the game.

****

You were going to kill someone. Somewhere between the hydration break and the restart of play, your teammates had lost brain cells. They took absolutely every opportunity they could to sweep your omega off of her feet (which didn’t make sense cause she was a defender and not a forward).

“What the fuck are you doing?” You growl, passing Sofia who had just taken your mate down for the 5th time. She smirked in your direction.

“Shirking the safety regulations just like you are,” she shrugged, and you clenched your fist, watching as Lindsey pulled Emily to her feet, holding the omega close and sending you a short nod. You gulped, taking a deep breath.

“Knock it off before I decide to break the regulations a different way,” You said, far too calmly. Your famous temper was about to make an appearance (and though your mates found it hot when you went all alpha on people, they really didn’t want a brawl during this stupid game. That was all they needed, they wouldn’t be able to go to the hospital with you anyway).

“Whatever you say,” She rolled her eyes at you, sprinting off. The best thing she thought she could do for your team was get the distraction off of the field, and if that meant on a stretcher then so be it.

*****

The rumble left your lips before your brain even registered it. The dominant pheromones rolling off you in a wave determined to protect your mates at all costs. You rushed towards the forward who dare hurt your mate, too enraged to join Lindsey in comforting the omega layer out on her side.

Lindsey watched you with worried eyes, returning her attention to your hurt mate, and allowing you to go and play protector.

“I know that was a bad tackle, but I’m fine,” Emily rolled her eyes at the protective behaviors of her alphas.

“You’re bleeding,” Lindsey growled back, her attention returning to the leg that the medics were doing a patch job on. It was by for the lest serious injury she had ever suffered, but the fact that your team went after her at all was astonishing.

“You two are going to be miserable aren’t you?” Emily sighed, huffing slightly. She wasn’t an invalid, but with you unable to accompany her during heat and the insane amount of fouls she had taken today, she was sure that you two would be smothering her in love and protection. Probably throwing fits if she didn’t let you cater to her every need. It was going to suck.

“Y/n is still being forced to quarantine with Reign so it’ll probably just be me,” Lindsey mumbled back, puffing out her chest. She needed to do the job for both of you, and she would.

She watched as you rushed your teammate, hauling them up by their shirt and growing angrily in their face. You shook them a few times, ignoring the yell of the ref for you to let go and calm down. You were too far gone, and your inner wolf wouldn’t be happy until the girl was cowering in submission.

“I don’t think they’ll keep you separated after that,” Ali said softly, kneeling next to Lindsey to check on Emily. If anything, the only thing that would help the situation would be to let you room with your mates. It was Sophia’s only hope of living through the remainder of the tournament.

“Shit,” Lindsey winced as you tossed the young alpha to the ground, standing over her with your teeth bared.

“Fuck that’s hot,” Emily said breathlessly, her eyes zeroing in on how your clenched fists made your arms pop. It was rare they got to see you angry anymore, and when it wasn’t directed at them, it was a sight to behold. She was definitely adding that to the spank bank for the nights she was stuck in Georgia without the two of you.

“You better go stop her. I think you’re the only one not in danger of losing an arm if you try,” Ali mumbled, nudging Lindsey’s shoulder as you took another menacing step towards the other alpha. Lindsey bit her lip, glancing at her omega. She didn’t want to leave her, especially when she was in pain.

“Go, stop the knot head from killing her teammates,” Emily laughed, shoving her alpha. Lindsey looked unsure but jogged off anyway.

Emily shook her head as you melted into Lindsey’s strong embrace and allowed her to drag you off the field.

There was never a dull moment with her stupid, protective alphas. Sure you were technically fraternizing with the enemy, but that was safer than trying to keep you away from the women you loved.

#uswnt x reader #uswnt imagine #uswnt imagines #emily sonnett x reader #lindsey horan x reader #lindsey horan imagine #emily sonnett imagine #soran x reader #soran imagine

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nohoney · 3 years

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Do It For Me - 3.3

warnings: 18+, threesome, polyamory, mentions of assault, toxic relationships

title song: Do It For Me

summary:

You trust him.

“Anything?” you turn your head and ask against his lips.

“Anything…” he echoes back to you. “And fucking everything…”

“For me?”

“All for you princess.”

3.1 ✧ 3.2 ✧ 3.3

It’s not that you want to defend Jun in the first place for strangling you, you think he definitely deserves a kick in the balls or something, but Touya is not against beating someone blind for touching you and would not be sorry for going overboard. You had one scary instance where you went out together to a social on campus, back when he was still Dabi to you. A drunk frat guy grabbed your arm too hard, too insistent that you drink with him and his buddies when Touya left to go have a smoke, leaving behind a bruise on your bicep. Touya witnessed it the moment it happened and he dragged that guy to a hallway and proceeded to beat him silly.

You can’t move fast enough as Touya moves through the house, his eyes rapidly scanning the faces of the remaining partygoers and searching for Jun, damn near out for blood. Keigo has no idea what’s going, trying to ask what was wrong and you’re calling out for him to not do anything crazy and to calm down. “Jesus, fucking wait! Dabi! Dabi, I swear to god do not do anything!” you call out him, uncaring as you capture the attention of several of the people still in the house.

Keigo tries to grab Touya’s arm to get him to slow down and get a sense of what is happening. “Dude, talk to me! What the fuck is going on?”

“(Name) got fucking strangled and I know exactly who did it.” Touya growled and shook Keigo’s arm off. Turquoise blue zeroed in on his target who was standing by the sliding door leading to the outside.

You’re pinned by Keigo’s gaze when you come up behind him, his eyes now registering how badly bruised you are around your neck. You can see how his eyes harden instantly but his hands are so gentle when he pulls you to him, carefully cradling your cheek in his hand. “Who did this (Name)? Who put their filthy hands on you?”

It looks like Keigo might be on board with the ‘beat Jun’s ass’ club.

There’s a loud slam and a screech of ‘what the fuck dude?!’

Touya has Jun pinned against the glass of the sliding door, both his wrists restrained in Touya’s large hand while the other is grasped tightly in Jun’s hair and squishing his face into the glass. He’s got one leg in between Jun’s spread out legs, taking the assertive stance and ready for any kind of struggle he may receive. You can practically feel the malice rolling off his body in waves and you’re genuinely scared to approach the situation but you don’t think you can take witnessing Touya get violent on your ex-boyfriend, even if he deserved a good punch in the face.

“You fucking touch my girl and put your goddamn hands on her! I should shatter your fucking kneecaps!” Touya growls and slams Jun against the glass. “You think that you would get away with it, huh?”

“Dabi, stop it!” you tell him and look to Keigo, pleading with him to do something to stop Touya. But Keigo has that same look as your boyfriend, wanting to inflict pain on the person who hurt you and does nothing despite you shaking his arm and begging for him to calm the situation down. People begin to gather to see what all the ruckus is, cell phones slowly coming up to record what is surely going to a chaotic clip.

Jun is such a jackass, he hasn’t changed that loudmouth of his when he’s obviously in trouble. He taunts Touya as if he’s got any power in this situation at all. “I don’t see why you’re so pissed off man. Isn’t she, like, one out of the four other bitches you see? I think you can stand to rent her out to me for a little bit. It was just a little choking, nothing I haven’t done with her already.”

Touya slams Jun against the glass again, his teeth grinding so hard you swear that you can hear it from where you stand. “Oh my fucking god, Jun! Shut the fuck up! It’s like you’re trying to get your ass handed to you!” you tell him frustratingly, remembering this unsavory part of his persona when you used to date him. “Dabi, he’s drunk. He always talk like an ass when he’s drunk so just let him go.”

“This bastard fucking strangled you and you expect me to let him get away with it because he was drunk?” he hisses at you. “You think I’m supposed to be okay seeing you walk around with all those bruises on your neck because he was drunk?”

God, this was not how you wanted your night or your roll to go.

There’s a look of realization in Jun’s eyes at Touya’s words and he cranes his head the best he can to get you in his view. You can see the way he squints his eyes towards you and registers the damage he had inflicted on you, his mind sobering up a little. It’s not an excuse that he was drunk for what he did to you, it absolutely is not, but it’s clear that he had overestimated just how hard he grabbed you and didn’t actually mean to do it that hard. Honestly it felt a little rough for you but you didn’t anticipate either that you’d get bruises. Jun deserves a consequence for strangling you but you’re not asking him to get maimed or anything like that.

You don’t want him to get hurt but Touya will inflict a punishment he sees fit though, regardless of how you feel.

The severity of the consequence should never exceed the crime… right?

“Shit… (Name), I didn’t know that I-” Jun starts speaking to you but yelps when Touya bends his head back with the hand he still has planted in his hair. “S-Shit Dabi, I’m trying to apologize! I seriously didn’t—”

“Shut the fuck up.” Touya growls and you swear the entire room just freezes. “Don’t you say her fucking name, don’t you fucking look at her, you don’t get to say shit to her. You’re speaking to me now, understand?”

“Keigo! Fucking stop him!” you beg once more and pull on his arm. You’re getting flashbacks to that frat party, especially as Touya drags Jun to the backyard, it mirrors the memory of him dragging that poor frat boy. When you move forward to stop himself yourself, Keigo holds you back and just tells you to stay with him. You wrestle in his arms but he holds you tightly, shushing you with his lips pressed against his temple and telling you that everything will be okay. Your heartbeat is rushing in your ears and you feel light headed, anxiety rising and the scene in front of you feels unreal and you feel yourself to dissociate, your mind attempting to protect you from the trauma of witnessing Touya’s temper a second time.

There’s two boys that rush from the house to pull Touya off of Jun.

“You kicked his ass plenty Dabi, you gave him what he deserved.”

But Touya doesn’t feel like it’s enough, damn near lunging at the defenseless Jun on the ground.

Jun is an idiot, especially when he’s drunk, he used to come to your old apartment in the middle of the night sometimes a little beat up from being in a bar fight. You could remember your disappoint in him, that you told him if he kept on being a jackass while he was drunk then he’d surely get himself killed one day by the wrong person. And then you would bandage and clean up his scrapes and ice his bruises, kiss his cheek and keep him company until he fell asleep.

It’s wrong to think this in the moment since you’re with Touya, but you want to run to Jun and make sure he’s okay. You want to stop his bleeding nose and ice the poor bump on his head, tell him that he’s going to be okay. You want nothing more than to nurse his wounds because you still cared; Jun was wrong, you’re still too fucking nice. Even after that break up and him putting his hands on you, you couldn’t bring yourself to seriously consider him getting hurt as a proper punishment.

Touya better not find out that you feel that way.

You feel like your brain is going into overload, the memory of that first time witnessing Touya’s anger colliding with this experience now. The ecstasy and alcohol still coursing through your system definitely do not help either. Drugs, alcohol, and anxiety don’t make a good combination; you remember that very clearly from that first house party you attended with Keigo and Touya. They mix together and you feel like you are both flashing back to that memory but are also present in this moment, that same anxiety rushing through every part of your body and unsure how to handle itself, your body does one thing in response to all the stress.

You pass out.

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The instant it happened, it felt like everything moved in slow motion as you watched Touya grabbed that drunk frat boy and moved through the crowd of uni students who were either drunk or on something. The music was loud but you still kept calling him, shouting the loudest you could to tell him that it was an accident. Maybe that guy really did mean to grab you that hard or he really was just too drunk to register the strength of his grip on your arm, but a bruise on your arm was not the worst thing that could have happened with a drunk guy at a college party.

That didn’t stop Touya from clearing out a hallway of the frat house to beat that poor frat boy, you had watched helplessly because pleading didn’t get him to stop. So you did the only thing you knew would get his attention: you cried. The moment Touya heard your sobbing he had stopped instantly, coming to you shush you. There was blood on his knuckles and you had dared to look just a bit past him to see the frat boy with a bloody nose and blood stained lips. The guy had come out with just a busted nose and a slight concussion and when the fraternity president caught word that it was Touya that beat one of his brother’s, he took you and Touya to the side a week after to find out the story.

“He grabbed her, left a bruise on her arm after she said that he wouldn’t leave her alone. You can’t tell me that if you were in the same situation that you wouldn’t have done something about it?” Touya asked as he had lit a cigarette between his lips.

The fraternity president had sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose before speaking. “I’m not saying that I wouldn’t have done the same, but I have a duty to protect my brothers Dabi. The proper thing to do would have just been to bring him to me. Now my brother has to take two weeks off to recover, I had to lie to the goddamn dean that he got too shit faced and fought with one of the pledges. The fucking frat house is on a probation now!”

You remember as you stood close to Touya, keeping your head down and somehow feeling like this was all your fault even though it wasn’t.

“Do you think he went overboard?”

You bristled at the question, not prepared to be spoken to again and thought that the boys would just talk it out amongst themselves. You had looked between the two of them and rung your hands together out of a nervous habit when you were put on the spot. You could never condone Touya’s actions because he clearly went too far over a simple grab on your arm, but you were scared of what his reaction may be if you spoke what you felt.

“You don’t gotta say it, it’s on your face.”

It’s not like that fraternity president saying it for you made it any better.

Touya had huffed, puffing on his cigarette and blowing out the smoke. “I fucking defended her, end of story.”

“Dabi… there is such a thing as excessive force. It’s clear that my brother was too insistent and grabbed her a little too rough, but fucking shit it did not have to come to that. I’m sorry but something has to be done, my brother deserves a little bit of justice too.”

“Hm…” Touya threw down his cigarette before telling you, “Go wait in the car.”

“But Dabi—“

His glare had sent you practically scurrying back to his car, waiting in the passenger seat as you watched from where you were. The worst case scenario was that you thought they were going to fight each other but they just stood where they were and continued to talk. At least they did up until you watched Touya lean in close to the fraternity president’s ear before he had pulled back and walked back to the car and got into the driver’s seat. You didn’t dare say a thing, the tension in the car palpable as he turned on the engine and drove back to his place.

You waited patiently for that so called justice the fraternity president spoke of but nothing had ever happened, trying to ask Touya what exactly he said to dodge any consequences of what he did. But you were forced to move on and leave the incident behind because he refused to tell you anything, just that he did what he thought was right and that he did it for you.

It was one of the first instances you learned that Touya will withhold what he feels likes you don’t need to know.

And you don’t question it.

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When you open your eyes, you’re lying in the backseat of a car and assume that you must be in Touya’s car. You still feel hot and groan over the fact that you passed out, feeling like shit since the ecstasy was still processing through your system. Thankfully you were already on a come down so you’d just have to ride it out again, though it would be slightly more raggedy considering the circumstances of why you fainted. Your teeth ache and your mouth feels dry, smacking your lips and slowly sitting up in the backseat. “I feel like shit.”

“You look like it.”

It’s not Touya or Keigo that speaks to you.

You jump as you look to see who’s in the driver’s seat, now recognizing that this was not in fact Touya’s car but a complete stranger’s instead. Despite your sluggishness, your body tries to go into overdrive to save yourself from potential danger, reaching for the door handle to just tuck and roll out the car. But the driver anticipates your action and locks it just in time, the vehicle slowly coming to a halt at a stop sign. The driver turns back to you and hands you a bottle of water, “I don’t normally take any favors from anyone but Dabi promised that if I took you back to his apartment then he would do something for me.”

It’s Shigaraki.

You warily take the bottle from him, the cap unbroken so at least you know that it’s new and it doesn’t have anything in it like a roofie. Chugging the water, it helps calm you down a little but you’re questioning why you’re being taken home by this stranger instead of by Touya or Keigo. “Why are you taking me home? Where’s Dabi and Keigo?”

“I don’t know who Keigo is but I’m assuming that’s Dabi’s friend when I pulled up at that house. He didn’t say where he’d be, just told me to take you back to his place and watch over you until he gets back.”

Whoa… Touya hates having people at his place. The fact that he’s letting this Shigaraki guy into his apartment to watch over you, that definitely speaks volumes because Touya likes to watch over you himself first and have Keigo take care of you if he’s not around. You still don’t know what this guy’s relationship is to your boyfriend and you don’t know who he is period so you keep your guard up for now. You see your purse on the floor of the backseat and you pick it up, finding your phone inside and seeing that the time was almost four in the morning. “When did you come get me?”

“Not too long ago, maybe like ten minutes ago. Your fucking boyfriend was blowing up my phone and telling me to get my ass to that stupid house all just for me to babysit you.” the words are mean itself but there isn’t a bite to them, a hint of annoyance at most. “He mentioned that you were on ecstasy, didn’t want you to be alone on your come down.”

Your phone has no messages from Touya or Keigo and your mood drops even lower; you want to be with them. “Did they say what they were doing? Where they would be?” you ask as Shigaraki pulls into the guest parking of Touya’s complex and turns off the engine of the car. The door clicks and you’re able to open the car door, stepping out into the crisp air of the very early morning.

Shigaraki walks ahead of you, carrying a little backpack that’s slung on his shoulder and he pulls his hoodie over his head. “I didn’t ask, I don’t really care about what he does in his personal life.”

You unlock the door to Touya’s apartment with the spare keys and allow Shigaraki in first. It’s so strange to be in his apartment and not be with either Touya or Keigo for company. Shigaraki leaves his shoes by the front door and goes to sit on the armchair, a recent purchase that you and Touya bought together. You see him pull a handheld game device out of the backpack he was carrying and just fixate his gaze on the screen of it, not paying you any attention.

Closing the bedroom door and locking it, you go to the bathroom with your phone and try to ring either one of the boys; they both go straight to voicemail.

It feels better to be cleaned up and in loungewear, though your body craves the affection of your boys. They always take care of you when you go through your come down, this would be the first time you go through it without either of them. So you walk back into the living room to see Shigaraki still sitting in the armchair with his game, two glasses of water on the coffee table, obviously one for himself and the other for you.

Keigo left you his pack of gum in your purse, tossing it on the coffee table after popping a new piece into your mouth. You take the throw blanket from the little storage underneath the couch cushion and snuggle into the fabric. The fabric vaguely smells like Touya’s cologne and you know that he’s slept on this blanket without washing himself up first which would normally annoy you but you’re grateful this time, feeling like this is the closest you can be to Touya at the moment.

The tv is turned on and you just run a random sitcom series to watch, keeping the volume low enough where you think it won’t distract Shigaraki from his game. Without neither of the boys to take care of you during your come down and this stranger keeping you company instead, you feel even lonelier. All you can think of is where they are and what they’re doing, why their phones aren’t on and when they’ll return to you.

You want something to distract you.

“Who are you to Dabi?” you ask to Shigaraki as you shift your gaze to him.

He doesn’t answer right away, seemingly focused on his handheld but he answers vaguely, “Just an acquaintance.”

You shouldn’t ask, you know you shouldn’t because if Touya wanted you to know then he would tell you himself, but you ask anyway, “Why did you come here that one day? What did you need to talk to Dabi about?”

Shigaraki answers vaguely again, “Just some business between us, that’s all.”

“When you came by that day, I didn’t see him until the day after. I came back over here and he was high or something like that.” you don’t think you should be explaining all this to Shigaraki on the off chance that Touya and him aren’t involved like that but you can’t stop running your mouth. You’re still so curious about that day and this guy could be the only person to fill in the blanks of what happened that day. “Did you have anything to do with that?”

“What Dabi takes is up to him, I just made sure he got back here alive.” It’s just more vague answers and it starts to frustrate you.

You’re not certain if Shigaraki is under orders from Touya to keep his mouth shut or if he’s just naturally dodging the questions without a prompt from Touya in the first place. It seems like he doesn’t want you in his business either, not exactly looking happy that apparently he was harassed to babysit some girl that he doesn’t know. “What did Dabi promise he’d do for you? It’s not like him to reach out to other people for favors, especially when it comes to me.”

The handheld device plays soft music that suddenly shifts into a different soundtrack, hinting that whatever game is being played means that he probably went into a battle or something. “He just said he’d do something for me, we haven’t worked out the details just yet. Just pretty much wanted me to come get you in a hurry, so here I am guarding his princess while she sobers up from her roll.” You hear a victory anthem before the same soft music from before plays. “I didn’t even know Dabi had a girlfriend this entire time, didn’t think he was capable of being locked down by someone.”

You ask all these questions but no light is shed on who exactly this character is.

“Are you, like, a drug dealer too?”

The little game plays whimsical music, little chirps and tones that sound much too cute for a scary guy like Shigaraki to be playing.

“Did Dabi tell you anything?” he asks you when he looks up from the screen of his game to look at you.

You feel nervous under his gaze now and regret asking your question, you feel like the wrong answer given to this guy will bare a really bad consequence. “No. He doesn’t tell me about that kind of stuff, doesn’t want me to know. I can’t ask him myself, he’d just get mad at me. And it’s just,” you pause to take a breath and hoping that this next sentence won’t get you or Touya in trouble, “when he came back that day after we met, he came back with a case full of drugs. So I’m just taking a guess that maybe you’re his supplier?”

Shigaraki stares at you and you stare back.

He looks back down at his game and continues to play it. “I’m not into getting high or using any of that shit but Dabi likes to sample it if he’s interested. He’s got the strongest tolerance out of anyone I know. Though not to say that I haven’t had to revive him once or twice.”

Oh god… the thought of Touya overdosing and dying makes you spiral even more.

What kind of life is Touya leading? And you have to wonder what exactly his plan was in life before you came along and what his future ambitions were. Talking about the future wasn’t really something that came up, you were surprised that you’re coming up pretty close to the one year mark. You have to figure though that with how serious things seem between the two of you that it’s a discussion that has to come up sooner or later.

“No more questions, you need rest.”

You snuggle into the blanket and inhale Touya’s cologne to bring you a sense of comfort. All you want is to be sandwiched between the boys right now. They’d give you head massages, play with your ears, pass you back and forth to cuddle with, and they’d just coddle the fuck out of you. And they’d know exactly when it was okay for you to fall asleep during your come down, without them you’re just pretty much guessing.

You pull up your phone and go to your photo album, scrolling through your favorite pictures of you and the boys. Touya isn’t really one for taking pictures, he’ll be in it but he rarely looks into the lens and gives a smile. There’s more photos of him looking away but the best ones are the candids that you and Keigo liked to take. Those images of him captured in soft moments or when he’s genuinely enjoying himself, never mind that some of them have lines of coke in the corner of the picture or that he only looks so relaxed because he’s high on opioids. One of your favorites you captured so him just smoking a cigarette outside with the sunset just beyond the horizon.

The next picture you pulled up was of Keigo and Touya together, the both of them had fallen asleep in your bed waiting for you to come back from your lectures one day but passed out from drinking the night before. The more you looked through the photos, the more you missed them and wondered when they would be back.

It was useless to try again but you rang their numbers one more time, sighing when it went straight to voicemail again.

I miss them.

“Do you know when they’ll be back?” you ask Shigaraki and hope that he’ll have an answer for you.

Shigaraki just shrugs his shoulders in answer and continues to focus on his game. “Dabi didn’t say. Though if I had to guess I’m assuming that he doesn’t want to be away from you for too long, he wasn’t exactly happy handing you off to me. He threatened that if I touched you the wrong way then he’d have my hands.”

“Well he’s gotta trust you to some degree if he placed me with you right?” you asked him. Touya doesn’t trust anyone outside of you and Keigo so Shigaraki must fall within the circle somehow.

“He considers me not as scummy compared to other people so that’s the only reason why I’m here.”

You make yourself comfortable against the couch and look at the tv, not really paying attention to what’s playing. “I’m tired but I feel like my body won’t let me rest.”

Shigaraki’s game beeps and in between what sounds like a battle, he offers something in his bag to help you sleep. You highly doubt that it’s melatonin that he’s offering you in the bag and tell him that you’re not allowed to take anything if Touya’s not the one providing it to you. As tempting as it seems to take something to help you sleep, you don’t know how your body will react to taking something while on a come down.

“You’re a big girl aren’t you? Dabi shouldn’t have to be the keeper of what you can and can’t do.” But you want to be good for Touya and follow his rules, more than anything you want to be good for him and be rewarded for it. Shigaraki’s cares are so little as you decline his offer, shrugging his shoulders and continuing on in his game with a quiet, “Suit yourself.”

You don’t know exactly when it was you fell asleep but when you wake up, you’re in the one place that you’d been wishing for the past few hours; curled up right in between Touya and Keigo.

The sun is out and if your curtains weren’t covering the window then you’d be getting the full blast of sunshine. You can see the dark circles underneath both of their eyes from staying up who knows how late, you had no idea when they returned and you figure that Shigaraki must be long gone. They breathe peacefully in their sleep and you just notice the placement of their hands, Keigo sleeps behind you with his hand on your hip and just one finger tucked in the band of your panties while Touya has his hand placed underneath the back of your knee and just simply holds it there.

The question of where they were can be put on hold for now, this is all you want in this moment.

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It’s hard for you to not bring it up every time either of them give you something or when they move to hold your hand. They’re not trying to hide it because they know it’s obvious but you’ve already learned from the both of them when to not ask about certain things. If they wanted you to know, you would have been informed by now.

They must have been too tired to clean up completely that night you passed out, you woke up before them and peeled back the blanket to see their hands with some dried blood and their knuckles bruised. Touya acts the same as ever and so does Keigo, but he’s careful to give you that warning look or a little tap on your thigh when your eyes lingered too long on their hands.

It’s been a little over a week since that night, burning curiosity that neither of the boys will cure for you. So you have to investigate on your own but without directly involving yourself, you ask a friend who’s still connected to your ex to find out how Jun is and make her promise that she won’t ask you any questions if she discovers something.

She gets back to you rather quick in just a few hours, it surprises you. But the only thing that she can inform you is that Jun’s still pretty beat up from the party with a broken arm and a black eye. “I heard that Dabi and Jun had a fight at that house party and that you passed out. But everyone says that some guys took Jun home after pulling Dabi off of him, he must have been acting up with one of the dudes that took him home, we both know how he can be when he’s drunk. That idiot is always starting fights when he’s wasted.”

That’s the story that she told you but it doesn’t feel right. When you look down at the boys’ hands, you get a strong feeling that something more went down. Touya was the only one beating down on Jun at the party while Keigo kept you at bay, so you have to question why Keigo’s hands look as if he had also beat someone up when you clearly remember that it was just Touya inflicting the blows at the party. Not to also mention the fact that you woke up in the care of someone else after passing out instead of with them. But you won’t ask, they won’t tell you anything and you figure that it must be for the best. Just like what Keigo told you before, if Touya doesn’t tell you anything it’s for your own good.

To the best of your ability, you try to move on from it.

Touya sits behind you, propped up against the headboard and holds your legs spread open for Keigo who lays on his stomach and eats you out. A playlist sets the mood in the room, playing from the little bluetooth speaker on his bedside table that is surprisingly loud. You recognize the beginning of the song that plays next but you can’t quite put your finger on where you heard it before, like it’s been a while since you’ve last listened to it.

“Cum on Keigo’s face, c’mon pretty girl. Do it.”

Whatever he says, you’d do anything for him, you trust him, you love him… you think.

Touya’s humming in your ear in tune with the song and it triggers the memory of where you’ve heard it. The bass of the song, the little piano that plays in the back, the chorus and lyrics. It’s a fitting song, the one that’s playing in the background. It’s the song that he played on loop the first time you sat in the back of his car. You didn’t pay much attention to it the first time but when you listen to the lyrics, you now realize how fitting they are. “I’d do anything for you.”

You let out a little pitched whine when Keigo presses the tip of his tongue onto your clit.

The bruises on their knuckles are fading but they still serve as a faint reminder of a night that you probably won’t get any answers if you ask what happened, just like that night you unknowingly ingested LSD.

Touya’s shown you things you’ve never done before, things you probably wouldn’t have even given a chance if not for him. He makes you feel like never before and you want as much as he will give to you, you have him in a way that no one else has before.

You trust him.

“Anything?” you turn your head and ask against his lips.

“Anything…” he echoes back to you. “And fucking everything…”

“For me?”

“All for you princess.”

Keigo kisses up your body, licking a stripe up your neck and captures you in a kiss, taking your attention off Touya. Any thoughts you have about Jun or that night, their touches and their words erase it for the time being. You drown in the affectionate names, drunk on their attention, whining and mewling, their cocks wiping your mind blank as they fuck you into the mattress.

Neither of them have dared to wrap their hand around your throat even though you do desire it but the bruises are still tender. So only soft kisses and careful caresses around that area in the mean time. Too caught up in your own ecstasy, you don’t see how their gazes soften when they look at the bruises, unable to see the correlation of how they go just a bit softer for you up until you asked to be hurt and for them to be mean to you.

So they give you what you asked for, sharp smacks to your ass that make you cry out, bite marks all over your body that make tears gather in your eyes, pulling their cocks out from you and making you masturbate in front of them for not begging the right way, and degrading you when you’re unable to articulate any coherent sentences when they fuck you silly.

And as mean as they were to you per your request, they’re extra nice in the after care as Keigo massages your sore body and Touya rubs soothing lotion on the sensitive parts of you skin. You ignore the fading bruises on their knuckles, knowing that it’s no longer important what happened that night but you make them promise that they don’t leave you with someone else the next time you have a come down. “You’ll do that, won’t you?”

Of course they promise you.

Touya will tell you if he feels like you need to know something, that’s how he protects you, how he keeps you safe, how he keeps you his. And you fell for it, genuinely believing that this is his form of love for you. Early in the beginning you didn’t even think that the two of you would come this far, that you’d just tell him how you like to be fucked and eventually things would fizzle out, especially with the whole ordeal with the side whores. Yet here the two of you are, bordering on the edge of an unhealthy love that neither of you can recognize.

He confessed to you himself that he’d do anything for you, that you’re all his and he makes you feel like you’re the one for him. You’ve given him your trust and hopefully you’ll eventually confess more than just your lust to each other.

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Touya’s glad that he’s finally able to bite, choke, and kiss at your neck again just a month later though it was a hassle for you to cover up every time you had to go out, the weather starting the transition into colder temperatures later in the night but still warm enough during the day time to wear short sleeves. He’s relieved to see that the bruises are gone, he felt like every time he saw the marks he would get that same sharp rise of anger like the very first time he saw them. He knew something was fishy when he heard that thump upstairs and when he stepped into that room with you and your ex, not trusting how you withdrew into yourself but he didn’t want to act without a probable cause.

He had watched two guys from the party drive off to drop Jun off at wherever he lived, but not before he bribed one of them with a little extra something so that he could get the asshole’s address and pay his own little visit later on. At that moment, he was more concerned with making sure you got home safe, the only other person he knew that would probably do him a favor was Shigaraki but only if he did something in return. He wasn’t a fan of leaving you alone with him but he would be damned if he was going to let that Jun bastard off for what he did to you. The punishment had to be executed the soonest it could happen. He gave him an easy beating at the party but it wasn’t enough, Keigo believing so too and riding in the car alongside him after securing you in Shigaraki’s car.

It was so fucking satisfying hearing Jun’s terrified whimpers and pleas, he has to hide how giddy he feels when he remembers Keigo breaking the fucker’s arm.

His knuckles feel a bit better, it only took a week or so for the soreness to go away.

You’re his good little doll, not asking questions despite the obvious evidence on his and Keigo’s hands the day after. You have your suspicions but you’ve learned well to not ask unnecessary questions and he just had to reward you in the best way that he knew how to, making you a cock drunk mess until you were too stupid to say anything but his and Keigo’s names.

It’s getting close to a year since the two of you made it official, a few weeks away actually and Touya’s surprised himself that he’s committed himself this far. He wouldn’t trade anything else in the world for what he has with you. He watches you with a fondness he’s never had for anyone else and he’ll do whatever it takes to make you stay with him, right where you belong. It’s so good that you’re compliant, Touya would hate to have to fight and break you to make you stay with him.

You and him are walking downtown together, his arm slung around your shoulder and making casual conversation about the upcoming cold weather and needing to buy new winter clothes. The two of you are going to meet up with Keigo at a bar later on so you kill some time. You want to stop inside a little boutique and see what they have, Touya will just stand outside and have a smoke while he waits for you, he doesn’t mind. He lights one up between his lips and brings his phone out of his pocket, messages about if he has more oxys and xannies. He responds back accordingly, puffing smoke out between his lips with ease and sucking in more nicotine into his lungs.

He pockets his phone and stomps out his cigarette as you come out the store a few minutes later with a little bag in hand. You talk excitedly about what you purchased and Touya listens absently, his eyes just briefly looking to the side when he sees him for just a quick second.

Jun stands a decent distance away, his arm still in a sling and cast. He’s frozen in place when he’s caught under Touya’s sight, absolutely petrified. You don’t see him because your back is to him, completely unaware of the silent interaction between your current boyfriend and your ex-boyfriend. All Touya does is subtly lift his arm from the small of your back and clenches his hand into a fist while keeping his gaze on him; it’s all the warning Jun needs to turn on his heel and walk the opposite direction.

Keigo waves to the two of you when you arrive at the designated bar, already having found a table and he just has a round of waters for now along with some chips in the center to snack on. Touya lets a little smile come onto his face as you barrel into Keigo’s arms, greeting him with a kiss and excitedly holding up the little bag you had shown to him earlier. Touya honestly doesn’t remember what you bought nor the store that he stood in front of waiting for you.

All he thinks about that in the moment is seeing Jun on the same street you stood on, seeing Jun with that fucking smug look on his face when he entered that room at the party, remembering Jun fucking begging to stop the pain as Keigo had him restrained so that Touya could inflict more pain on him before Keigo wanting his own turn as well. For a moment that bastard is all he can focus on to the point he has a headache and feels like he needs to pop a few oxys. But you pull him from the storm of his mind with just a simple touch to his thigh, looking to you and he sees your face, your smile… and he feels calm again.

Jun is the past and he’s your present, there’s no need to focus on what has already happened.

Although if Touya had the choice of going back in time to deliver an even worse consequence to Jun, he would absolutely do it in a heartbeat.

He’d do it for you.

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Part 4 of the Us Series: Tell Me (When You’re Ready)

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Adventures of Mando and his girlfriend chapter 4

A/N I think I forgot to mention that this fic series has absolutely NO order. My brain skips around so ya’ll can buckle up and enjoy the ride of how I think these adventures go, think of it as a ride Yoda built, backwards. Also I write a female character since this is me shamelessly writing myself into this universe. I’m working on a non-binary story but I need to do some research before I release it.

Trigger warning: injury, minor cursing, choking (not the kinky kind), blood, stitches, death (RIP Davan)

You were gonna kill someone, and that someone was a twi’lek who couldn’t keep her eyes off your man and had a laugh that sounded like a dying Bantha on helium. Apparently Mando could tell because he had to gently maneuver the large wrench out of your white-knuckled hand and hide it along with your other tools. (Mando to this day wonders how you pick up that wrench like it weighs nothing because he sometimes struggles to hold it with one hand like you do)

“So where’d he drag you from, little mechanic, some back-water planet?” she asked, that stupid grin on her face making your blood boil. You don’t get angry but something about Xi’an made you beyond mad.

“Actually he dragged me from the imperial college, where’d he get you, a hutt’s whorehouse,” you bit back, as soon as those words let your mouth you had a blade to your throat but a durasteel shard to her’s (Din wondered where the hell you got it) The tension in the place could be cut with a lightsaber but Burrg laughed with glee watching two women fight. Mando and Mayfield quickly jumped in to break you up, they hated each other but both men knew that when women fought, they fought to the death. So Mando entrapped your arms in his and pulled you to your little work station that was behind the carbonite capsules.

“Y/N you need to calm down, Xi’an is doing what she does best and that’s getting under your skin,” he huffed, using his hands to turn your face to his, resting his forehead against yours so he had your full attention. You know he wasn’t mad, just stressed so you receded and relaxed in his hold. Resting your hand on the back of his neck and fiddling with the fabric there.

“I know Mando, but what she’s saying about you makes me wanna eat my wrench. She's disrespecting your entire creed and I can’t stand it,” you grumbled, feeling him tighten his embrace. You both stood there for a moment before you had to return to the others.

Everything was fine for a few minutes before they tried to take his helmet off, revealing the child. You barely moved in front of him before Mayfield took him in his arms making your heart stop.

“Did you two make this?” he jested, the child looking at you and stretching his arms for you to help him. At that moment Zero decided to drop out of hyperspace sending everybody into the walls, you barely managed to catch the child before Mando shoved you both to the floor and shielded you with his body. You and the child clung together until the shaking stopped. That droid better pray that he didn’t shake anything loose or you’ll use his limbs as towel racks.

“You alright little one, nothing hurt?” you cooed looking over the child for any injury, but finding none you placed him back in his room with his stuffed frog and moved to your station, collecting your knuckle dusters and a dataspike before making your way to the hatch.

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“I told you we shouldn’t have trusted them Mando, but do you listen to me, NO!” you ranted, punching his shoulder, only to regret it since it’s beskar. Now you’re trapped in a cell and might have broken your hand on your boyfriend’s beskar. Just great.

You admit everything was fine at first, sure you got pinned by republic droids, but you got to watch Mando take them down and that was hot. But then you ran into your old academy buddy Davan and Xi’an murdered him in front of you. After rescuing Xi’an’s hutt looking brother you and mando got shoved into the cell, you narrowly missed getting shot by Mando’s richoted shot. While lost in your own universe Mando managed to get a droid's arm to unlock the cell, you made a mental note to get better hand to hand training from Mando.

You both rushed through the ship to the control room, you took a moment to close Davan’s eyes before Mando shut the doors.

“Pretty boy lock down the ship and take care of everyone else, I have a score to settle with Xi’an,” you said hopping up into the vents and disappearing.

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You crawled through the vents for a good few minutes trying to find the twi’lek and when you did you slipped your knuckle dusters on before dropping in behind her, her reflexes were faster than you thought because one of her knives grazed your cheek before you even regained balance. But you shook your shock off before taking a running leap at her, dodging her knives as you landed a good hit to her chest with your uncovered fist.

You moved around her like a violent dance, dodging her knives and landing a blow where you could. Xi’an’s knives nicked you several times, one of them went a little deeper on your side so you had blood pouring. The only sounds being the various hits the other lands, your grunts as you dodged, and Xi’an describing very lewd scenes of her and Mando (which you knew were fake but you hated how she disregarded his creed and only spoke of him as an object).

She managed to dig a knife into your shoulder but when you ripped it out you threw caution to the wind and grabbed her lekku into your hand and twisted it like Gida taught you and yanked her head back, using your weight to throw you both to the floor, your knuckle duster landing harshly landing into her shoulder, you heard a sickening crack. She fought like a loth-cat and raked her nails down the other side of your face and used your shock to throw you off her and into the wall where she wrapped her hands around your throat.

“Mando can’t save you now little mechanic,” she seethed as she tightened her hand as you felt around your belt for anything. Hand landing on one of your little inventions, causing you to smirk much to her confusion as she loosened her grip slightly.

“I didn’t just study mechanics in the academy, I double majored as an explosives engineer ge’hutuun,” you choked out before quickly pressing a shock puck to the back of her neck and activating it. You got some of the electricity but you only enough to cause spots to dance in your eyes, while she was knocked out cold. Xi’ans body falling backwards as her muscles convulsed and you sucked in fresh air like a dying man.

You slid down the wall you had been pinned to moments beforehand, your eyes catching the reflection of your Mandalorian’s armor as he rushed over to you. His words were garbled together and you couldn’t focus on what he was saying before you blacked out.

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When you woke back up again you found yourself on your makeshift cot in the cargo hold. Your face burning with the telltale signs of bacta on the nail marks. You dragged yourself to sit upright but hissed as you felt the stitches in your shoulder rip open and the blood seep out onto your shirt. The sounds of you waking up must have reached the Mandalorian because he quickly made his way over to you and rested a gloved hand to your face, his thumb gently brushing over the stitches where the knife sliced into your cheek.

“What happened mando,” you asked, whining when he went to pull his hand away.

“What happened Cyare, was you fighting like hell against Xi’an and winning,” he said pridefully, before being replaced with worry as he saw the blood blooming on your shoulder, “you got several nicks that the bacta closed but your shoulder and cheek had to be stitched, i’m sorry but I have to lift your shirt to repair the stiches,” he noted. You blushed at his care and consideration for your privacy, helping him remove your shirt so that only your breast band remained. He went to work silently for a moment, answering some of your questions after you passed out.

“ I saw from the cameras that she was taunting you and you answered them, you never answered taunts,” he observed as he took the broken stitches out and thread the needle.

His obvious inquiry caused you to suck in a breath before replying, “she wasn’t taunting exactly she was saying lewd things about you, about what you two supposedly did back in the day and it angered me,” you paused to bite back a groan as you felt the needle dig in. “she was insulting you when she was describing what she was, she insulted your creed and I couldn’t handle that, insults to me are one thing but insults to you are another,” you explained as Mando continued until he was done stitching.

Mando didn’t say anything while he helped wrap your shoulder and gave you one of his shirts since all of yours were dirty. When he did finally speak he rested his helmet to your forehead, “thank you but next time please try not to get hurt so bad,” he breathed before pulling away and moving towards the ladder.

“Please you enjoyed watching me kick her ass,” you jested, a smile overtaking your face to lighten the heavy mood. Din just groaned and tilted his head down before climbing up, leaving you to inhale his scent from your new shirt (he’s never getting it back now).

Mando would never admit it, but he did find it a little hot to watch you handle yourself like you did. That he felt himself heat up listening to you spit out that Mando’an insult before outsmarting your target. He always found you beautiful, but watching you fight and outsmart Xi’an the way you did made you even more attractive to him. He thanked the universe for letting you run into him in the blaze of fire that you did on Canto Bight.

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Gazing (Fatgum x Reader)

Thanks for the request Reg!

This lyric was from Uneasy Hearts Weigh the Most- Dance Gavin Dance

Fatgum’s usual place at any party was near the food. People expected him there, and he didn’t mind being able to snack as he talked with the people around him. This time, he felt incredibly empty despite the food that weighed heavily in his stomach. He was watching you at this overly pretentious gala, being spun around by some up-and-coming hero. He was all muscle, probably not even a brain cell between his perfectly sculpted traps. The bitter sting of jealousy was not one Taishiro felt often.

He didn’t even flinch when Midnight sidled up next to him, a wry grin plastered on her face. “You know, I’m sure she’d let you take her home if you asked.” Fatgum rolled his eyes, scoffing at the idea.

“She’s my best friend, Midnight.” He huffed, reaching for another snack while his eyes stayed plastered to you. You laughed as the guy you danced with spun you a bit too fast. He didn’t miss the way your hand fell to his chest as you collapsed against him.

"Hm, are you sure about that?" Taishiro took the time to think about the question now that the jealousy rolled thick within his stomach, making him lose his appetite for the half-eaten dessert in his hands.

You had gotten ready at his house, like you always had. His shower was bigger and better than yours, you had said that easily. And he liked you showering at his house. He liked zipping you up, and walking arm-in-arm with you as the masses admired you. Your laugh was his favorite thing to hear, your smile lit up his days, he could feel the heat of your touch hours after you left.

Fuck.

“I like her.” He choked out.

“I know.” The lights in the vast room didn’t compare to the glittering mirth in Midnight’s eyes.

"How didja know?" His mouth felt so dry. How long had he harbored these feelings for you?

"When she talks, you listen. You practically hang off of her words every time she opens her pretty little mouth." Midnight coyly smirked, covering it with her hand. "It's quite cute. But the real question is, what are you going to do about it?"

“We’ve been best friends since we were eleven… I mean, we have somethin’ special. But I can’t compare to that. Shit, I like her…” Taishiro’s gaze on you was now more somber, watching you waltz across the ballroom in the arms of that muscle-head. The jealousy swirling in him was quickly becoming anger.

“You’ll never know that for sure until you do something about it.” Taishiro’s eyes steeled. Without another thought to spare, he turned and walked out of the venue, dragging Kirishima by the arm as he passed.

You were enjoying your night. Your dance partner wasn't so bad, but the real cherry on top was how Taishiro had been watching you all night, like he was moments away from eating you up. It was disappointing when you couldn't find him on your next turn, in his place a very smug-looking Midnight. You returned her wave when you caught her eye, and decided to just keep looking for Taishiro.

You began to panic a bit when he didn't return by the end of the next song. Stepping out of your partner's hold, you started to look in earnest. "Sorry, I have to find someone." You were too worried about Fatgum to worry about being impolite, at least until his hand closed around your wrist.

"Wait, can I have your number? I'd love to take you out to dinner sometime." Gods, you didn't even remember his name. Rejection sat thick on your tongue, but you felt a heavy hand on your shoulder before you could speak.

"Sorry, bud, I need to steal her." The rakish grin on his face made your heart stutter. At some point, he had the time to burn off enough to stand before you in his Low Fat form. The clothes draped off of him, baggy in an attractive way. His jacket was slung over his shoulder, and he screamed troublemaker with the way his blonde locks fell into his face. You would gladly go anywhere he asked. "I think it's time to get outta here, dumplin'." His grin turned menacing, but all you could do was nod, your dance partner long forgotten.

He led you from the venue with his arm around your waist instead of the usual tug of the hand. You felt like you were on the arm of some celebrity with the way you flushed at his touch.

Fatgum felt like he was on top of the world. You hadn't looked back for a second since he led you away, and now you were pressed tightly against his side. He knew he shouldn't care what form he was in, but you felt so good against him like this. You were close enough that he could smell the clinging scent of your shampoo on your hair. You smelt like heaven. He bundled you in his car, making sure you were buckled in tight like he always did ever since you hung outside of your friend's car while he drove down the highway. He never let you live that up, even though it had been almost a decade ago.

Taishiro never let you sit in silence for long, and before you had left the parking lot, you were doubled over in laughter as he tore your dance partner apart. It felt as if your chest was breaking apart with how forceful your gasps for breath were.

“Hey doll, why don’t we take the backroads home. For ol’ times sake?” You could never turn him down with that twinkle in his eye. How he never caught on, you didn’t know. Instead of an answer, you just gave him a smile and turned up the radio.

Taishiro drove the two of you out of the city with ease. Once the buildings started getting replaced with the clear night sky, he turned to you again. “Where to?”

“Let’s get lost.” You grinned wildly, and he returned it. He turned further out of the city, and for the next hour, he took your directions of left, straight, or right. You were well and decently lost by the time the hour was up, the lights of the city lost among the stars surrounding you. Taishiro killed the engine, sliding out of the driver’s seat to get a better look at the galaxies strung up above your heads. You joined him shortly, sliding onto the hood of his car.

Taishiro slid easily between your legs, steadying you with a hand on your hip. You weren't worried about falling, but he had always been a worrywart. The ever-shifting night sky drew your attention easily, and you quickly started trying to piece together the constellations.

“Is that one the big dipper, or am I just dumb?” You questioned him softly. He didn’t answer as quickly as you were used to, so you dropped your chin to look him in the eye.

“Hm?” He hadn’t even been looking at the stars, his eyes intense as they met yours. Taishiro had been staring at you the entire time, and he didn’t even try to hide it.

“What’s up with you tonight, Tai?” You laid a hand on his face. “You disappeared earlier, came back Low Fat with zero explanation, drive out to the middle of nowhere with me ‘for ol’ time’s sake,’ and now you’re not even stargazing with me.” You teased him lightly.

You never expected this answer. There were a million things Taishiro could have said that wouldn’t have surprised you, but the plush insistence of his lips on yours was not one of them. You felt him shift uneasily against your rigid response before you melted against him. With that reassurance, he broke away from you only to pull you closer to him.

Your face felt so hot, you were sure you were glowing. With how dazed you were, you couldn’t help but wonder if the heat radiating off of your face could be seen from the stratosphere you had been admiring moments before.

Neither of you thought to ask what this meant. You had known each other long enough to know. There would be no second-guessing in the morning the feelings that had grown from the nurturing of so many years. No, now it would only grow. But before that, you reached up to coil your fingers in Taishiro's downy hair, pulling him back for a kiss of your own.

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lesbianbooradleypsued · 4 years

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The Etherian Party Bus: Point Zero

Fandom: She-ra and the Princesses of Power Pairing: Adora/Catra Word Count: 6,898

Summary: As Darla approaches the point of no contact with Etheria, Adora thinks about how they got to this point. Just 7 months ago they'd won the war, and now she doesn't know if her little crew will ever return. Or After the defeat of Hoard Prime, Catra and Hordak were exiled for four years. Adora and Entrapta refused to accept being separated from them for that long, and loaded the two of them on Darla and then set out for parts unknown in space. Adora is currently considering everything that has happened to get them to this point as they are about to leave contact range with Etheria. Catra joins her on the bridge.

Notes: So this is just one part of a series. They'll be posted out of order with the time stamps at the beginning. Haven't written in a long while so have mercy on me. X-posted to AO3 as well.

Tags: Smut, Porn With Plot, Rough Sex, Biting, Scratching, light bdsm aspects, Top Adora, Bottom Catra, Blow Jobs, Adora Has a Penis, Recreational Drug Use, if i forgot a tag tell me, Fluff, Not Beta Read

Seven Months Out

The rhythmic thump of heavy bass from two floors down on Darla thrummed through Adora's relaxed body like a second heartbeat.

She was shamelessly lounging on the bridge in her Captain's chair in a pair of baggy grey sweatpants, a white tank top, and the comfortable black slip on shoes she wore day to day around Darla. Her right leg was draped over the plush arm of her chair and her left leg was cocked out, resting comfortably on the floor. Her right arm was folded behind her head and her left was lazily holding onto a glass filled with shimmery dark purple liquid that rippled in sync with the bass.

The bridge was dark save for the few ever present blinking red lights on the various dash boards and panels surrounding the six strategically placed seats that now comprised the ship's bridge. All Entrapta and Hordak's designs. It was just those lights and of course the large windows filled with the brilliant kaleidoscope of stars that were reflected in Adora's peaceful hazed over blue eyes.

She was lost in reflection.

In front of her were countless galaxies filled with countless lifeforms and Adora wanted to meet and learn about them all. And hopefully quell that insatiable drive in her that'd been building steadily for the last four months of the exile to just keep going.

Adora finally knew what a passion was now, something not born out of circumstantial upbringing or a sense of duty, but something you do because you want to. She wants to explore further every day just to find out something new, chart new stars, learn about a different species cultures. She wants to see what Catra feels like in her arms there with her through every new experience, so far removed from their prior life. Untethered. She knows very little about the First Ones, most of it not great, but she does know they were explorers. She figures that's where this passion must come from.

Behind her, falling further and further away every second is Etheria. It's so far away now it's no longer visible even at their highest scanning capacity.

After seven months in space, the last four of them spent finally finding out what kind of person she was outside of child soldier/She-ra, Adora's feelings about their abrupt, messy departure from their home planet had managed to settle down between resignation and dull betrayal.

It's still a very tender spot. Her logical brain understands that Catra and Hordak couldn't just escape any type of punishment for their literal war crimes. It wouldn't be fair to the countless lives forever changed by them. She also will begrudgingly concede that it would have been a slap in the face to every citizen of Etheria if Glimmer had just gone against the public demand and pardoned them. She is also begrudgingly grateful that Glimmer had ordered the most minimal punishment she had within her power as Queen.

But four years exile still seemed so long. Too long. Even longer now that she knew what her and Catra actually had. She thought she had loved Catra at seventeen, but that feeling was hardly a single star in the quadrant compared to the way she felt about her now. And she knew that with every day that passed, the feelings were just getting more and more intense. She couldn't imagine going four days without the magicat, four years was absurd.

Less than an hour after the sentencing they had left Etheria in a messy, absolutely traumatic scene on the front lawn of Brightmoon. Two of them were convicted criminals who had just been exiled from Etheria and two of them were Princesses who refused to just accept being parted for four years, the need to rebuild Etheria be damned. And as an extra spicy surprise they found out a couple of months in, that Double Trouble had stole'd away on Darla for reasons Adora was still unclear on. Something about drama and possibly being wanted.

The first few months in space had been a disaster Adora acknowledged, taking a sip of her drink and savoring the smooth herbal flavor. They had been blindly chasing the idea of restoring magic to the universe like it was their assigned mission, and not just a distraction from their current situation.

The immediate space around Etheria, it turned out, was not nice to begin with.

In the month since Prime's demise a power vacuum had opened up in the area. Entire planets were without the resources to rebuild themselves and were more than willing to fight for them, and there were opportunistic ships filled with bandits everywhere. It was chaos.

And they had flown into the middle of all that and loudly pronounced they had killed Prime and were magic.

Que a three month long shit storm.

They all just suffered.

Entrapta retreated into herself, barely coming out of the engine room unless they were under attack or broke down. She had been shaken to the core by her sudden loss of confidence in the friendships she had tentatively built over the last three years. Friendships she thought were built on mutual respect for their unique abilities and qualities. Entrapta knew she was the smart one. But only Adora, Scorpia, Wrong Hordak, and Catra had spoken on Hordak's behalf even though Entrapta provided sufficient evidence that by killing Prime in the way She-ra had, it had changed Hordak in fundamental ways. Yes he was responsible for what he had done, took responsibility for it, but he was also literally a new being.

When She-ra knocked Prime's ass out of Hordak's body and vanquished him, it was like being baptised, exorcised, and reborn simultaneously. All the clones had experienced it. Hoard Prime could not control them even again, could never take control of them again. An order coded into their very DNA that demanded them to conquer all for Prime was obliterated. That drive, an instinct really, had been as deeply ingrained into them as breathing was.

Hordak was not really washed anew like the other clones though. He didn't go from a mindless drone in a hive mind like the others, no, he'd spent thirty years waging war in Prime's name on Etheria. He was now without purpose. He was overwhelmed with emotions he did not know he was capable of that lurched violently from happiness to guilt and more often than not ended up at rage. He spoke very rarely to anyone but Entrapta unless it was to loudly argue with Adora or Catra or both of them.

Adora had spent those first few months just absolutely drenched in anger and bitterness. Her mind circled around all of the hurt that had been caused during the last three years. So much of it was Adora and Catra's. They were hit with traumatic event after traumatic event for three years, after a traumatic as fuck childhood. And against all odds they had escalated and pushed that stalemate of a war to an end where everyone won. And now because apparently they couldn't have nice things, and Adora was not smart, they found themselves in a big galaxy filled with unexpected dangers. And what were they doing? Chasing and dodging said dangers because they were just barreling ahead under her command asking every being they met if they needed their magic topped off. She was being absolutely reckless and every near catastrophe circled back to two thoughts. I'm not good enough and how could Catra love me?

Catra had felt horrible that Adora had just given up her life on Etheria so she could stay with Catra. But she felt downright evil that she had selfishly agreed to it with very little argument. Adora had pointedly told Catra that this was what she wanted. How could she deserve this? After everything that had happened Adora had chosen her? Wanted her by her side to explore this precious thing they'd started? How could she say no? It was hard for anyone but them to understand how much it meant for Adora to say those words aloud. She wanted Catra. She could not actually believe it still. Fought herself against the notion in fact. She spiraled in self hatred and guilt. Which of course meant she lashed out at Adora because that's what she did.

Adora and Catra got stuck in a vicious cycle of fight, avoid, apologize, rinse, and repeat that went on for two months. And then finally after a truly shitty day, even by those early standards, it came to a head. Catra gathered all three of the brain cells aboard Darla and had a big "aha moment". They actually had their first real mostly calm and open discussion about their feelings and baggage in their lives. They also had sex for the first time. It was a really big aha moment.

Adora hadn't thought it was possible to fall more in love with the magicat but she did. After the incident, Catra began opening up in earnest to Adora. She whispered confessions of love and attraction into her ear, began to slowly become more physically affectionate towards her. Adora's focus started to shift from saving the universe to saving them. If Catra was safe, she was calm enough to be vulnerable for Adora, and it turns out Adora needed that vulnerability like fucking oxygen. It made her better, made her feel like she could do anything in the universe she wanted. It made Adora believe that Catra loved her for her, and not for what Adora could do.

So less running around space with her whole ass showing; ending them up in dangerous situations every other day, and more let's just go away from that situation and see what's over there.

But not enough because they all nearly died in a fiery blaze three months in.

Adora had snapped after healing Catra's broken ribs, pointed Darla in the general direction of far away, and gunned it. They'd cleared the small cluster of planets nearest Etheria that they had been nervously darting around for three months, getting their asses handed to them, and just kept going. She just put the whole magical quest on the back burner indefinitely. It wasn't working, was actively endangering them in fact. It was not conducive to a vulnerable safe Catra.

When they were a safe distance away she had hidden the ship in an asteroid field and Meelog cloaked them. And then Adora had turned to Catra and asked her what she thought they should do next. It had been a very wise decision.

Catra had taken control immediately. First she encouraged/ordered Entrapta and Hordak to use their combined intelligence and any means necessary to get Darla up to date and better suited to surviving four years in space. They absolutely ran with it. They'd practically completely redesigned the layout of the ship and had even managed to expand its size over the last four months. Darla was taking on the character of a jigsaw puzzle with all the different colored materials covering her hull now. Double Trouble called it Junker Chic, Adora said she had character.

After that, and another near death experience for Adora, the magicat had proposed becoming diplomats of sorts for Etheria. Space was dangerous Catra pointed out, and that danger would likely come for Etheria again eventually. Having strong ties to planets already established in the quadrant has leaders could only be helpful.

And as her last decision Catra had released Adora from any responsibility except for occasionally parading She-ra out when the situation called for it. Her girlfriend had poked and prodded at the new ember of passion in Adora's heart until it was a raging fire.

It had been an amazing change in their lives.

Still seven months in space and in her heart, Adora was still so raw from the sheer trauma of the entire trial, convictions, and absolutely cataclysmic immediate aftermath. She'd had to carry Catra aboard Darla because the magicat was crying so hard. She felt...betrayed? Somehow used in a way she couldn't express? She had nearly died over and over and over again for Etheria. She nearly lost Catra forever for Etheria. And all they got were two weeks before everything went to absolute shit and strangers who didn't know the full story started demanding Catra's permanent exile. Some had even called for execution despite Etheria not having a death sentence. "Make one" someone had said. Adora had nearly ran them through with her sword.

Adora knows if they are ever gonna return at the end of the exile she's gotta heal more. Has to get to a place where she wants to go back. They all do.

Two decks down, in Darla's expanded cargo bayn the wildest party this side of Etheria was raging on at, what her body believed to be, very very late at night. The beat changed suddenly, becoming more powerful, and it startled Adora out of her musings. The tempo sped up and the bass pounded harder and Adora released a throaty chuckle. Her groin tightened, partly from the vibrations and partly from the effects of the drink coursing through her blood. She took a long swill of her glass and moved to rest her right hand firmly on her lap, rubbing her hardening dick through her pants and sighing in contentment.

The thing Adora lovef most about this aimless explorer diplomatic lifestyle they'd gradually slipped into was the culture they'd shared with scores of different species. The drink in her hand was supplied by the fourteen Chix'eks currently onboard the ship at the moment, who were also supplying the music.

Of all of the species they'd met so far, the Chix'eks are by far Adora's favorite. Tall and willowy bipeds, their shimmery smooth bichromatic scales come in countless color combinations and their facial features remind Adora of a bird of prey. They were also the most sincere, friendly beings Adora has ever met, and their language was beautiful. When Adora had been downstairs with them earlier she had taken her translator earpiece out and just listened to them. It was like glass windchimes in a steady breeze. They also were absolute party animals. Like having a pretty good time was in their specie's nature.

They'd been traveling with this group for the last two weeks for no other reason than they were all going the same direction for a bit.

The Chix'eks were highly intelligent and eager to share their knowledge and learn from Hordak and Entrapta's own wealth of knowledge, Catra and Double Trouble practically fed off of their clever sharp wit and general "we're always at a rave" vibes, and Adora just loves listening to their intricate music and sampling the various mind altering substances they have crafted over several millions of years of inherited knowledge.

Medicine was a specialty craft amongst their species. Their medicine was arguably the furthest advanced in this quadrant of space. The fact that the plants that grew on their home planet could affect every species they had met so far seemed fantastically impossible to Adora. But she had experienced it first hand when she'd contracted some kind of alien plague virus from hell and almost died. It was not a great time. Catra had new nightmares for several weeks. But by chance a group of the scaled beings had happened upon them and saved Adora just cause they could. And then offered to make some introductions to other friendly worlds in that part of space. They'd sparked that explorative vibe.

Oh yeah, and their passion for making addictive free, highly specialized, mind altering substances was a huge bonus.

She was glad they were on board right now providing her strange crew with comrade and the drink in Adora's hand that has allowed her to sit and think in total peace for the last hour. It would probably be one of those nights otherwise. Outside of the moments she spent wrapped up in Catra's arms, where nothing else existed but them, Adora still couldn't ever just relax. It was a little easier these days, maybe because now her mind was usually racing about exciting things, but tense situations brought out her worst self destructive habits.

And they were in a tense situation, party aside.

They were almost at the point in space where they wouldl no longer be able to contact Etheria and Etheria will no longer be able to contact them. Entrapta officially called it Point Zero. As it was, the contact they did have with home had a two week delay. They'd hovered around this point for the last month. They'd even recorded a message telling Etheria they'd be leaving contact range for a while. It was an open-ended goodbye disguised as an update, just in case.

Adora knew the decision to venture out beyond this point was on her shoulders.

Entrapta and Hordak would have loved nothing more than to gain new scientific knowledge so they could continue their shared passion for turning Darla into a flying impenetrable fortress. As well as collecting new tech to bring back to Etheria to modernize the planet.

Double Trouble wad having the time of Their fucking life expanding Their repertoire of mimicry far beyond the limits of Etheria, and raising hell in Their wake for the drama of it all. Their gift for espionage had been especially useful on several occasions as well, either to get them all out of a tight spot, or just to gather information for Adora's research.

And Catra. God Catra had absolutely burst like a supernova away from Etheria. Gone was the self loathing, guilt ridden magicat who was immediately resigned to being torn away from Adora and tossed onto Beast Island because she thought she deserved it.

Catra is thriving in space, completely free of the demons that plagued her on Etheria. She's still as snarky and sharp tongued as ever but nowadays she smiled more often than not. Her eyes were brighter. She purred almost constantly. And they hadn't fought about anything more serious than what to eat for dinner in months.

Catra had slipped into the not exactly legit role of Etherian Ambassador like a second skin. Her skill for strategy and diplomacy were nearly fully responsible for Adora's continued ability to study other species without coming across as some insane space tourist. They'd made real diplomatic ties with other planets because Catra was a strategic genius. All she asked of Adora was to bring out She-ra when the need for "oohs and aware" occasionally arose. A smiling eight foot tall muscled goddess with a sword really topped off a presentation.

Adora had never in her life seen Catra so happy and carefree.

But still all that aside, Catra had made it very clear that where Adora wanted to go, she wanted to go. They were in sync now more than they'd ever been in their lives, more than Adora suspected they could have achieved on Etheria. Their bond seemed impenetrable after seven months of constant reliance on one another, cohabitation, and working through most of their shit. When they moved these days, they moved as one.

Just thinking about her lover made Adora's heart race in her chest and her dick jumped, going from a semi, to rock hard in seconds. She inhaled deeply at the sensation, and downed the last of her drink.

The drink wasn't usually this potent. Adora had been drinking a much lower dosage of it every morning at breakfast for a couple of months. It helped her to concentrate during the day, helped to keep her thoughts from spiraling when things were tense or she felt like she'd messed up. Entrapta had explained brain chemistry to Adora briefly, she got the gist of it. She didn't need to have an in-depth understanding of it to get that it really helped just manage everything.

Tonight's drink though was not about mental health management and all about that really good Chix'ekian time.

She set the empty glass on the small table at her side and shifted so she could pull her hardened cock out of her pants. The drink had a massive effect on her senses and her libido. Everything was so intense. It felt like she perceived time slower.

For example her sense of smell was so heightened now she could smell Catra, knew she was making her way down the hall to the bridge. Her heady earthy aroma was addictive. Adora had only been minutely aware of it growing up, when they were pressed up against each other in their bunk, or claws to sword in battle. She'd never stopped to examine the nature of it, why Catra had such a distinctive scent compared to everyone else. She hadn't understood pheromones. She didn't understand the magicat instinct to mark and claim. She understood now though that Catra was different on a very basic level from Adora. It made Adora love her more.

The door barely made a sound as it opened and closed. Adora stroked herself lazily as she listened to Catra pad softly across the carpeted floor, her eyes still drawn to the wild unexplored space in front of them.

She felt Catra move around her chair and her eyes turned away from the view to watch her girlfriend kneel in front of her lap, rest her head on Adora's thigh, and begin gently running a clawed hand over Adora's exposed stomach, inches away from where Adora was stroking her own dick.

Catra's eyes were wide, pupils blown, and her voice when she spoke was practically sinful. "Hey Adora," she rasped out looking up at Adora as she scent marked her inner thigh. Adora took a deep breath and her lips curled into an absolutely love drunk smile.

"Hey Catra," Adora replied, her free hand immediately going to Catra's cheek and scratching behind her ear.

Her gaze drifted down to Catra's neck, and the thick white collar affixed with a golden o-ring she was wearing. This was a rather recent addition to their relationship and Catra had only ever worn it in their cabin. But she smelt of the woodsy incense the Chix'eks liked to burn and the herbal blend they'd created for Catra to smoke. Which meant Catra was wearing it at the party. Her dick twitched in her hand.

Catra purred at the affection and movedn her hand from the blond's stomach to swat away Adora's hand from her straining dick and began softly stroking it herself. The fine furs on her palms felt amazing to Adora's overly sensitive cock and she groaned with pleasure, head lulling back as she buried her hand in Catra's wild shoulder length hair.

"Those Chix'eks really know their stuff," Catra hummed as she shuffled closer and higher on her knees so she could press a small kiss to the base of the blond's length.

"Feeling good?" Adora asked, chuckling. She tightened her grip on Catra's mane slightly and kept her in place against her dick. She moaned when the corner of Catra's lips pressed momentarily against her balls.

"Feeling great," Catra said before beginning to lick at the hot flesh in front of her face "I'll be bummed when they break off to go home."

"Oh my god same," Adora said laughing and breaking out into a wide smile. Gently she pushed Catra backwards and sat upright in her chair, kicking her shoes off and to the side.

"You know," Catra said as Adora pulled her back towards her lap, "we're about ten minutes till we're out of range."

She might have said it conversationally but Adora knew Carta was nervous about Adora's decision. But Adora was not. Just like she wasn't nervous when she leapt into the darkness in Prime's ship, just like when she chose to spend some well deserved time with the love of her life over "duty", and just like the time she gave Catra control of their situation.

Adora pushed Catra back, leant forwards, and cupped both of Catra's cheeks, fingers immediately curling around her ears. She kissed the magicat on the forehead and deeply inhaled her scent. "Kitten I sent the message and set the course for straight ahead when I came in here an hour ago. I want to see what else is out there." Her blue eyes flitted up hungrily to the stars and then back to Catra before she reclined back into her chair.

Catra didn't look up, but she did release a suspiciously watery chuckle before she shifted forwards and wrapped her perfect lips around the head of Adora's cock suddenly. She took it deep down her throat so fast it seemed effortless. Adora groaned obscenely and buried her hands in Catra's hair, her grip tight and immediately desperate.

Adora's cock wasn't exactly small. Fully erect as she was now it was eight inches long and thick as fuck. And Catra just kept sliding her lips further and further down her length until they were stretched taunt and her breath was coming out in hot, fast puffs against Adora's abdomen.

"Gods, fuck Catra," Adora groaned out as Catra's head began to bob up and down in her lap. The blond watched Catra's throat greedily as the muscles contracted to deep throat her over and over again. They were strained against her collar.

Adora felt a sudden sharp sting at the base of her dick and hissed loudly in pleasure. Occasional knicks on her dick were an unavoidable experience when the woman sucking it regularly had needle sharp fangs. Adora relished in the familiar sting, craved it actually.

Adora's fingers tightened roughly in Catra's hair and when the magicat made to bob up, Adora forced her back down until Catra's claws pressed into her thighs, easily piercing through her sweats and into her skin. The magicat sputtered around the cock firmly blocking her airway.

Catra let out a sound somewhere between a moan and a yowl as she struggled to breath for a second. And when Adora pulled her back up she sucked in a ragged breath before a deep growl rumbled in her chest. Her bi-colored eyes were completely blown and she pulled against Adora's hand, trying to take the blond down her throat again.

"Fuck you're so desperate to choke on my dick, aren't you Kitten?" Adora slurred out. She didn't even wait for a response, just shoved Catra back down as her hips jolted up.

She began fucking Catra's throat in a slow but firm pace. Push Catra down and hold her there for a few long moments and then yank her up. Catra was growling nearly non-stop as she fought to keep her lips firmly wrapped around Adora and the vibrations from it made Adora's toes curl into the carpet.

She could happily cum like this, just release herself into Catra's eager mouth like she'd done plenty of times before, but she was suddenly starving for more. Catra's body was practically writhing on the floor, her hips jerking forwards repeatedly, and her thighs pressed firmly together. The sight of her girlfriend so fucking turned on from sucking her dick made Adora feel godsdamn invincible.

"Up," Adora ordered, not waiting for Catra to respond before she was leaning over and practically ripping the magicat's leggings off. Catra was too far gone for words or to be much help, and Adora practically had to pick her up to get the pants and underwear off her feet. She made quick work of both of their shirts too. "Come on," she growled, pulling her writhing girlfriend into the chair with her.

Adora pulled Catra forwards at the hips, pressing her down until Catra's dripping pussy was pressed against her abs. Immediately Catra started rubbing wantonly against against her, spreading her slick up down Adora's stomach. Her mouth found Adora's neck and she began pressing possessive needy kisses against her.

"Fuck you're so sexy," Adora groaned as she held firmly onto Catra's hips and watched her grind against her. Adora didn't need heightened senses to know even after multiple showers, she was going to smell like Catra for days.

"Mine," Catra growled out territorially as she made new marks to Adora's already colorful neck.

"All yours Kitten," Adora agreed. She loved feeling Catra move against her like this, but her dick was begging for relief.

It was difficult to push the writhing Catra back enough to enter her. Her girlfriend was nearly completely gone, operating on her most base instincts and desires, but Adora managed to grab her hips in a bruising grasp and lower her further down her body.

Her own hips were jerking violently upwards on their own volition and it was a frantic moment as she tried to hold Catra still enough that she could stroke up into her. "Hold still," she ordered, her blunt nails digging into Catra's hips demandingly. Catra let out a frustrated growl but stopped fighting against Adora. Adora grunted as she shifted their bodies, lined up, and slammed her dick hilt deep into her girlfriend.

Catra let out a guttural sound from deep in her chest and her claws raked through Adora's hair, pulling their foreheads together. "S-so good f-fuck Adora," she stuttered through clenched teeth as Adora began slamming up into her roughly.

Their eyes were wild and locked onto one another's. The room was filled with the thumping bass, the lewd wet sounds of their thighs slapping together, Adora's harsh ragged breathing, and a constant rumbling growl from Catra.

Every time she bottomed out in her lover Adora's heart skipped a beat. Catra's pussy was clenching around her cock almost in sync to the music and Adora felt like she would die if she couldn't get further into Catra. She wanted to live inside the woman in her lap.

Catra's head fell to Adora's shoulder and she began rambling out adoration and praise for Adora as she sucked, licked, and bit at Adora's neck repeatedly. "Fuck s-soooo fucking good. You fuck! You're f-fucking me so g-good Adora Fuck." Her body was becoming pliant above Adora, allowing the blonde to drill up at her own pace and pull Catra down on her like a toy.

The praise combined with a bite hard enough to draw blood at the juncture of her neck and shoulders had Adora howling. Adora was like a woman possessed as she heaved both of their bodies up and then down onto the floor. Catra began to scramble up when Adora pulled out of her but frantically got into position when Adora started to forcefully roll her over into her hands and knees.

This was Catra's preferred position to get fucked and Adora wasted no time before slamming back into her girlfriend. She leaned over Catra until her front was flush against the magicats silky back and braced herself on her right arm. Her left hand shot up to Catra's neck and her fingers dug in between her collar and fur.

"Fuck!" Catra howled as Adora began violently rocking against her, pushing her further to the floor each time. Catra's claws were fully extended, digging grooves into the carpet and scraping at the metal beneath it. "I love you," she growled out, giving up any control she had left and just letting Adora pound into her.

"Y-you're my, my fucking whole world," Adora managed to gasp out as she lurched above Catra. "I w-want to be inside you forever."

Catra trilled below her and her pussy began to clench so hard around Adora's cock it felt nearly impossible to pull out. She felt like Catra was sucking her into her. They were almost completely down on the carpet now, with most of Adora's weight fully on Catra.

"Mine," Catra growled desperately, her eyes were clenched shut and her body had begun to violently tremble. Her claws were locked several inches down into the floor beneath them.

"Yours. All yours. Everything I am is for you," Adora gasped out. Her heart was pounding so hard in her chest she felt like it was about to explode and her focus had completely narrowed to the feeling of Catra's pussy gripping her cock like a vice.

She could feel a scream building up in Catra's chest below her and Adora latched onto her shoulder with her teeth. She bit down hard and Catra's head snapped back as she screamed Adora's name and tipped over into her orgasm.

Adora's balls and upper thighs were drenched as Catra's pussy spasmed and squirted below her. The feeling of Catra's white hot release was it for Adora. She slammed down once, twice, a third time, and then her body went rigid as her own orgasm ripped through her. The blond's back arched and her head snapped back, eyes open and wide, her vision filled with porta literal stars as she emptied her balls deep into her girlfriend.

Below her Catra writhed and rubbed up into Adora, her pussy was milking Adora's dick for every last drop of cum it could. Adora felt dizzy from her violent release and she pressed them both down against the floor, barely managing to not rest completely atop Catra's petite frame.

They laid there together like that for a long while. Taking greedy breaths and shaking against each other. Adora was still buried deep inside Catra as the woman's pussy contracted around her. Finally when Adora started to come back to herself she eased out of her lover, chuckling lightly at the disgruntled whine Catra let out.

"Ssh baby," Adora cooed. She kept a hand on the small of Catra's back and stroked her fingers through the thick fur as she straightened up on her knees. Her back gave a satisfying crack at the stretch and she sighed looking down at Carta whose fingers were starting to dig into the floor rhythmically. Her hips were raised trying to get as close as possible to Adora's gently scratching hand. "Come on baby," Adora murmured softly as she picked Catra up.

Catra was practically boneless in her arms but Adora managed to get her knees locked around her waist and her arms over her shoulders before she hoisted both of them up off of the floor. She took a moment to get her bearings and wrapped an arm more securely under Catra's ass.

Catra had almost immediately started purring after Adora picked her up and now it was turning into a loud rumble as she nuzzled her face in Adora's neck and started to scent her. "Bed," she grumbled out against Adora's skin as her claws started to kneed the blond's shoulder.

Adora chuckled and gently butted her head against Catra's. "Yes bed time now," she whispered softly as she spared one last glance to the star filled windows in front of her before focusing on the task at hand.

By Adora's estimate she had about five to ten minutes to get Catra to the privacy of their cabin before the magicat would be forcefully holding Adora down regardless of where they were. Catra's after sex hormone driven instincts were always pretty strong and were Adora's absolute favorite moments to witness. She knew they'd be intense tonight with how hard they'd fucked and Catra still riding the high of that Chix-ekian herbal blend she'd smoked.

"Okay," she murmured taking stock of the situation. This was not her first naked Catra on the bridge rodeo. She knew there was no way she was going to be able to put Catra down long enough to get their clothes back on, the possibility didn't even cross her mind. Still, in an attempt at civility she toed their discarded clothing into a pile and mostly kicked it under her chair.

Adora took a few steps to Catra's chair and grabbed the large fluffy blanket folded up in it. "Hold tight baby," she whispered, waiting a second for Catra to tighten around her body before shaking out the blanket and wrapping it around their bodies.

She grimaced a little at the ten rivets cut into the floor at her feet. Double Trouble would have a field day with that. She shrugged because what could she really do about it now? Quickly she checked Darla's readings before heading off of the bridge. Out in the dim hallways of Darla she could just slightly make out the sounds of music and laughter and it made her smile impossibly wider as she tightened her grip around her purring girlfriend.

She had just reached their door when Entrapta swung around the corner laughing. She just managed to stop herself from running into them and snapped back. Hey smile was sweet as she observed them. "Hi Adora," she managed to whisper out despite her obvious excitement.

"Hi Entrapta," Adora giggled lightly, shifting Catra's weight to her other arm.

"I've noticed we have continued on at our current trajectory Adora," Entrapta whispered, her hair expressing her obvious delight with the way it rolled around her body.

"Indeed," Adora whispered and then smiled widely when Entrapta had to cover her mouth with her hair to keep her excited shriek down.

"Goodnight Adora," Entrapta whispered, and then leant towards Catra and whispered even quieter "goodnight Catra."

Gently Entrapta patted the area between Catra's ears with her hair, and Adora had to push down a delighted gasp when Catra's tail came up and curled around the end of the hair. Adora honestly felt like she could cry at the way Catra's tail intimately held onto Entrapta, swirling around her hair for a few seconds before dropping back down to tuck under the blanket. That gesture from Catra held more meaning than any hug could and it was clear from the happy smile on Entrapta's face that she understood that. The princess waved before barreling back the way she'd come from.

A sharp, pointed nip at her shoulder made Adora chuckle and she turned and walked them into their cabin. She shrugged off the blanket wrapped around them and headed into their little bathroom, Catra still in her arms.

In a clearly practiced routine she ran a washcloth under warm water and brought it up between them to wipe at the sticky mess between Catra's legs. Catra was starting to purr like a skiff motor now and rub her face in earnest against Adora's neck and shoulders.

Satisfied that Catra's fur wouldn't mat Adora headed back into their bedroom and turned out the lights. A light glow from the baseboards was all the light Adora needed to walk the few feet to their bed. She turned around and carefully lowered their bodies down, her muscles tensed to keep them from tipping back. They had picked up the unique bed a few planets ago after Catra had fallen in love with the design. It's sides raised up gradually creating a deep pocketed area in the middle. It was a little tricky to get in and out of, but being nested down in the middle with Catra was absolutely worth it.

After some practiced maneuvering Adora laid down and stretched out her legs, a deep sigh releasing from her chest as Catra wrapped her body around Adora's. A big goofy smile split Adora's face in half as Catra started to rumble on top of her. A moment later her kneading started back up and she began to lick gently at Adora's bruised and scraped neck.

Adora was absolutely blissed out with contentment as she buried her fingers into Catra's furr, one hand right above her tail, the other behind an ear, and started scratching. The rumbling and purring kicked up several notches and Catra began to lick at her skin in earnest.

She'd learned a lot in the last seven months, but the most important lesson had been figuring out all the ways Catra had been saying "I love you" since they were toddlers. She hadn't gotten it before the heart, hadn't thought it was possible because Catra had never said the words out loud. But every purr, nuzzle, and kneed Catra had let out just for Adora had said it for her. Adora was so fucking glad that circumstances aside, she'd finally gotten the chance to figure this out.

The room was absolutely silent but Adora could still feel the light soothing pulse of bass. They laid together for a long time as Catra's rough tongue laved over Adora's neck and upper torso. Adora kept up her diligent scratching, shifting whenever necessary to give Catra easy access to her body. The sounds coming out from Catra were honestly favorite sounds in the universe, a constant deep purr that was laid under a rumbling growl.

Catra was apparently satisfied with her grooming job because she started to settle against Adora, her purr has toned down into a lazy idle as she gently rubbed her scent glands against the splotchy skin of Adora's neck

"I love you so much," Catra murmured, shifting up to press gentle kisses against Adora's face. Her eyes blinked slowly.

"I love you too," Adorab breathed out before pulling Catra down to settle her head on Adora's chest. Adora kept gently stroking behind Catra's ears up until the moment sleep claimed her, warm and content, wrapped completely around her lover.

Darla cruised quietly through space for parts unknown.

#she-ra #adora/catra #catradora #catradora smut #Catradora fic #the etherian party bus

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championofsanghelios · 4 years

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Sidlink Story - “Seeing Red.”

Link was in trouble...to put it mildly. Since arriving at the border with Zorana he’d been aware of eyes on his back, a group of 3 or 4 Lizalfos were stalking him, following some distance behind, on the higher ground. It was a strange situation to be in, and one he’d only encountered twice before.

Lizalfos weren’t exactly clever creatures when it came to combat, the only time they’d actually get a strike would be if he wasn’t aware they were there. That being said, they weren’t exactly subtle either.

He knew they were following him, and he got the distinct impression that they had enough collective brain-cells between them to know that he did and were just waiting for the right moment to pounce.

He’d been ambushed on this road several times before, so it wasn’t new to him. That still didn’t make the prospect any less daunting however. One moment it would be quiet and peaceful, the next there would be a number of reptiles scuttling down the mountain-sides with the intentions of killing, then eating him.

...okay maybe that last part was made up, he really wasn’t sure if Lizalfos ate people. But it was a fair assumption regardless. All those teeth, they looked like crocodiles, or very angry over-sized geckos.

... The Domain was visible just above the mountains in the distance, something that under normal circumstances would have been a major comfort for Link. But right now...with all these eyes watching him, he felt it was more of a reminder of how quickly he had to move, and where he needed to get to before those reptiles decided it would be a good idea to charge him.

Often times he’d come upon a Guard Sentry, or a patrol on the roads, but tonight...for whatever reason...there weren’t any to be seen. He’d hoped to have spotted some on the few towers dotted around the territories border, and inlaying hills, but again those were empty.

Bazz must have had them all recalled for something, or perhaps it was just too quiet a night for them to worry about security? King Dorephan had been lifting the lock downs on the border slowly over the last few months...this could be the result of that.

But surely they wouldn’t leave their borders undefended...would they? There was always some sort of presence, some reminder that there was in fact an ancient monarchy in these mountains, and a culture so unfathomably old, nobody dared comprehend it unless they were crazy, or studying Zoran history.

It’s at this point that something occurs to him, something that is so obvious and so ridiculously simple that he can’t help the muttered curse he gasps out as he stops in his tracks.

The Domain had a shrine located inside it. Sure he rarely used his Shiekah Teleport out of a preference for real travel, but just this once...it seemed a reasonable choice to make. “You’re an idiot, Link.” he mutters to himself, reaching down under the cloak he’s got over his shoulders and pulls out the slate. He reaches up with his left hand and pulls back his hood, getting a better look at the screen as it lights up. “Now then...which one was it again?” He swipes at the screen for a second, looking for the area on his map that he’d labeled rather hastily “ZORAHS DOMANE”...he liked to think his spelling had improved since those early days.

Just as he finds it and presses his thumb over it, something races past his right ear, so close that he feels it brush past. Glancing in that direction, his view fills with the face of a Lizalfos Warrrior, it’s teeth bared and it’s tongue stuck out in a loud, screeching hiss. The next thing he knows is pain, and the sensation of falling. He hits the ground hard, the slate tumbling out of his hand and bouncing across the path ahead. A pain splits across his chest and it’s hard to breathe, though he suspects he’d just winded himself from the fall. Almost immediately after that, adrenaline kicks in and he leaps up onto his feet, pulling out the Master Sword from over his left shoulder and readying it for a fight. However there’s an empty space where the Lizalfos had been.

He looks to the left and the right suddenly, gasping as he sees no movements, and hears no sounds. That leaves only his rear flank-

Turning on the spot, he’s struck against this time by an arrow that impacts the leather chest-plate he has over his tunic. He feels the rather uncomfortable thrum of electricity that pulses through it, but other than that, no real damage is done.

The Lizalfos from before is now charging him, it had seemingly come out of nowhere. He raises the Master Sword, blocking a strike from it, then another, and another. This was usually something that came second nature to him...but this time something wasn’t quite right. He couldn’t move his arms in the same way he usually did, his strength had diminished almost instantly and with each strike from the reptile, it got harder and harder to maintain a proper defense. ...and then the Master Sword is knocked from his hand. A nightmare scenario was now unfolding. He had been ambushed, was loosing strength due to something he wasn’t aware of, and now he’d been disarmed. Most ordinary people would just accept their fate at this point...but Link wasn’t most ordinary people.

He instead decides to use his body to dodge the attacks that come. Stepping back and jumping to the side whenever he can. This becomes harder and harder to do as time passes and when he finally does jump, only to fall onto his side, he can see why. The source of his weakness was finally visible to him. He’d been sliced along his right side, and was loosing blood fast. If there was ever a time to regret leaving his rucksack in Castle Town...it would be now. This was supposed to be an uneventful trip from one placer to another. And this is what he gets for assuming it would be. Someone up there must really hate him. The pack of reptiles were now appearing around him. He let’s out a pathetic wheezed breath and rolls onto his back, coughing a few times. One of them wastes no time pressing it’s large, left foot against his chest, holding him down.

All of it’s weight comes down on him, and it’s not a light creature by any means. What little air was left in his lungs comes out almost instantly, and the more he tries to breathe, the harder it gets. The next few seconds feel like an eternity, but thankfully the lack of air makes hims light-headed and almost numbs the pain from his wounds. Then again that could still be the adrenaline in his system. ...then something happens. There’s a movement to the left, his ears still able to pick the noise up despite his condition. This is followed, by what can only be described as a blur of red, passing across his visual field.

The Lizalfos whose blurry, dark shape had been present over him had disappeared, and the muffled noises that followed suggested it had been attacked by something. “Good” Link thought to himself, his eyes re-adjusting slightly as he takes in a desperate, gasping breath, and rolls onto his side, hand glued to his chest. “At least karma was on his side.”

He blinks a few times, his vision starting to clear a little. He makes out the shape of the Master Sword on the ground nearby, and with immense strain, starts to slowly haul himself towards it. As his hand takes a grip of the pommel, something trips over his left leg, and lands to his right. He looks back at one of the Lizalfos who had attacked him, as a Sword is stabbed through it’s chest. It let’s out an ear piercing squeal, before it’s eyes cloud over and it lays still.

This is followed by a set of muffled voices, and the next thing Link is aware of is someones hand on his right shoulder. He summons just enough strength to grab the Master Sword and pulls it with him as he’s turned on the ground. The pathetic swipe he tries to make is blocked by something thick and metallic, an arm, protected by metal plating, Zoran in design. His eyes shift to the face just behind it...and almost immediately his grip on the Master Sword goes lax. Sidon catches the blade before it hits him and does him any more injury, placing it gently to the side. “You’re alright, Link! You’re safe. I’ve got you!” ... Link let’s out a groan as he comes back to his senses, taking in a deep breath, he immediately notes a familiar scent, a fresh, clean smell that reminded him of a spring morning. He lifts his head slowly, his eyes stinging when the light hits him. His arms were being held around something in front of him. Something warm, something delightfully familiar. “You’re awake...” Sidon says, his head turning slightly to the right. He’d picked the Hylian up after he found him and slung him over his back. “...good. I was worried you may have been worse than you looked.” “...where-” Link’s voice was dry and groggy. He had basically zero strength at the moment, and basic things such as speaking were difficult. “We’re just arriving at the Domain.” Sidon says. Link looks around from his perch on the Prince’s back, he could see Tarquin and Bazz up ahead, the two of them leading the other soldiers. Sidon himself was wearing a set of armor he’d never seen before, spare one occasion after the Calamity had been sealed away. It was like the other guards sets, but had all sorts of engravings on the chest-plate and cauldrons. He wasn’t wearing the hood though, it would seem the shape of his head-tail didn’t allow for one to fit. “The one day I am commanding drills...and you decide to get ambushed on the road in.” Sidon says, there wasn’t any disappointment or anger in his tone, but it didn’t make Link feel any better. “Sorry...” he breathes, allowing his chin to rest on his shoulder. “Should have used the...tele...porter...thing.” “Oh don’t worry about that.” he sees the Prince’s head shake out of his peripherals. “I’m just glad we found you before those beasts finished you off.” “Thank you...” Link whispers next. “I’ll hear nothing of it.” Sidon says. “And fear not. You’re safe now. The Healers will be waiting for us when we arrive...for now, just try and rest.” ...

#sidlink #link #prince sidon #bazz #link gets into trouble allot #sidon worries about sed trouble #i wrote this instead of sleeping #loz #botw #sidon4smashLOL

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zewninz · 4 years

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Dialogue Prompts #2

(italic/bold-colored texts = different person)

1. I only have one emotion and it’s anger. Last night you drunk-texted me a hundred heart emojis. Out of anger.

2. I don’t have time to explain how wrong you are . . . actually, it’s going to bother me if I don’t—

3. *name*, I started seeing someone. As in dating or hallucinations?

4. You know what 'fine' stands for? Fucked up, insecure, needy, and emotional.

5. Hey, *name*, I just got home. Where are you guys? The hospital . . . What? Why? *name* swallowed a watermelon seed. So? It’s not like it’s going to start growing in their stomach. . . . we’ll be home in ten minutes.

6. Today, I'm going to show you how not to be a noob at Fortnite.

7. Can we please stop saying the word 'sugar daddy'? Glucose guardian.

8. Have you ever considered . . . not breathing?

9. Guys, there's a monster under my bed and it's really ugly. Honestly, fuck you.

10. I've spent far too long doing this damn makeup to start fucking crying right now.

11. Everyone, hold your horses! Hold them close, cherish them— What? I don’t know, I haven’t slept in three days.

12. I love your eyes, but I love my eyes more because without mine, I can't see yours.

13. Take me to art museums and make out with me. But they said to not touch the masterpieces. That was the smoothest shit I've ever heard.

14. I look at *name* and I just . . . it's like when the Grinch's heart grows three sizes.

15. Question is; do I stay in bed or get out of it? Both. You get out of bed and get in mine. Why are you suddenly so smooth, I—

16. I can't talk to cute people, okay? I don't know how to fucking flirt!

17. Do you guys realize that we never stop tasting our own tongues? How about I taste yours for a change? That was smooth as fuck.

18. How many fucks do I give? Oh, yeah, zero. Therefore your comment is irrelevant.

19. Fuck you. If you want, go ahead.

20. Being single sucks. Maybe we should just marry each other.

21. I'm going to shower. Pfft, I don't get an invite?

22. I'm no longer a human being. I identify as a chicken nugget.

23. What's your favorite thing about me? Probably your smile. Seriously? Okay, fine, I love how you can kill a man in only two seconds.

24. My microwave is smarter than you.

25. Aside from cooking, what basic life skills do I not have? Oh, *name* . . . I’m not sure we have time for that.

26. Alright, guys, this doesn't have to be a big deal. Whoever ate my muffin, come forward and all will be forgiven. *nobody does* Smart. You knew I would never forgive you.

27. They’re tiny mints that live in a plastic prison. . . . I said let’s talk TACTICS.

28. I think your cat wants to kill me.

29. I can't believe we're finally here, I never thought we'd make it. Oh, for fuck's sake, my driving isn't that bad.

30. You don't need to kill off any more brain cells.

31. On a scale from 'Damnnnn, Daniel' to 'Fre sha voc ado', how are you feeling? It's between, 'It's an avocado, thanks!' and 'how did you defeat Captain America?', but as a solid answer I would say, 'I don't need no degree to be a clothing hanger'. How about you? Probably 'road work ahead'.

32. My number one rule is ignoring everything you said.

33. Why do you guys hate each other? We do not! It's just . . . if you offered me 500 dollars to stab him, I wouldn't hesitate. I'd do it for 5 bucks.

34. Shut up, your IQ's probably lower than a fly's.

35. Water can solve many problems. Want to lose weight? Drink water. Clear skin? Drink water. Get rid of someone you hate? Drown them. *name*, no!

36. Sorry, the wind must've blown away all my fucks.

37. When life gives you lemons, you— Squeeze them into your enemy's eyes as you watch them suffer in agony, while you squeeze more lemons so they can't see. *name*, no!

38. I wouldn't call it stalking, more like far distance admiring.

39. I accidentally ate *name*'s muffin . . . how much time left do you think I get to live? Ten. Ten what? Nine . . .

40. You're going to burn in a very special level in hell—a level they reserve for child molesters, animal abusers, and people who talk at the theater.

41. Don't break someone's heart, they only have one. Yeah, break their bones. They have 206 of those.

42. I'm listening to you, I'm just not paying attention.

43. You fell and hit your head. Do you remember anything? Uh . . . only the ambulance ride to the hospital. That wasn't an ambulance . . . But I hear a siren? Oh, that was *name*. He was screaming all the time. I was worried!

44. Oh, but sweetheart, you already look like a fool.

45. Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, are you awake yet? Fuck off. That sounds like a yes to me.

46. Since my dog likes you, then I guess I like you too.

47. Alright, *name*, what does a yellow light mean? Slow down. No, it means ‘speed up, red is coming’.

48. Why did you two stop? Keep flirting.

49. You’re useless. Not totally. I can be used as a bad example.

50. I'm sorry, did you just order fifty pieces of McNuggets for here, for all yourself?

(I don’t own any of these. Credit to their respective creators. I simply made a list.)

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shorkbrian · 4 years

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lol I’m sorry for being absent!! Gonna give my usual experiences of sadness and school and zero motivation to breathe lol.

ANEEWAZ

I had a nightmare the other night and it was very OOF.

Basically some apocalypse event had happened, Bakugou’s parents and my parents had like an underground bunker that they had built? I have no idea what happened to our parents but for some reason it was just mean neighbor Bakugou and myself stuck down in the bunker.

Bro but like that got me thinking?? of like Kimmy Schmidt and like OOP

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Cause okay imagine one day your weird neighbor Bakugou comes to the door, seems super panicked, super out of it. Says something really bad happened and you need to go with him, he has a bunker and it’ll be safe but hurry up and make a decision or else he’ll make it for you.

Obviously, you want a minute to figure out what’s happened, what’s going on, why does Bakugou seem so scared? You’d only seen the blonde glare at you over the fence if you happened to be outside at the same time he was. Why didn’t he just go to his bunker?

But then Bakugou was grabbing your arm in a painful grip and dragging you with him, mumbling something about “Stupid fucking shit, you need to listen.” and next thing you know he’s shoving you down a ladder in his backyard, into a dark hole in the ground.

He follows and twists the hole shut, it almost looks like a bank vault door; it’s so heavy duty. It’s dark and you can’t see, but it’s kind of chilly and you can hear your neighbor’s ragged breathing before he brushes past you. You assume he turns on a light, cause then you get to see the rest of the bunker.

It’s not too bad, but there’s only one bed. Kinda reminds you of a quaint, utilitarian tiny house.

The first couple of hours are spent with you almost crying out of frustration, Bakugou refusing to tell you what had happened to warrant going underground like mole people. Was it something nuclear? Atomic? You didn’t know about bombs, please, can he say anything about it?

But the man just sets his jaw, stares at you with that intimidating glare that makes you feel so small. It was different when it was over the fence - you could always escape back into your house. Here you were absolutely stuck together.

It’s so fucking weird the first few days, adjusting to living with a man you knew hardly anything about. You knew he was a mechanic, or maybe a firefighter? you weren’t exactly sure but he always came home covered in grime. He didn’t have any pets, but neither did you. You had seen him swear loudly at the kids that played out on the street, so you knew he had some anger issues, and maybe not the best self control. I mean, who yells at kids?

He insists the the two of you share the bed.

You had offered to take the floor, wouldn’t even need a pillow or blanket or anything, you just didn’t want to get under the covers with him, give any sort of signal you were interested in him. But Bakugou shook his head, pushed you onto the bed, let you get settled before he himself laid down, grumpily turning his back to you.

He didn’t say too much at first, apart from a few swears when it takes more than five minutes for him to figure out the “stupid fucking dickwad coffee shit”. But as time goes on, he opens up more and more.

Says “Good Morning” and “Goodnight”, asks you if you want beans or rice with your spam, offers to play one of your stupid little games. He actually laughs at a joke you tell him, and you can’t stop yourself from smiling.

It’s only been a week or two, but you two start being able to get along.

That’s until you find his phone.

Bakugou had told you that all electronics had been rendered useless, an EMP? EMD? You didn’t know. But you stumbled upon his phone in the bathroom, on the sink. When you tried turning it on, it blinked to life, almost fully charged.

No password made it easy to open it up. There was wifi, cell service. Your hands shook as you opened up the internet, looked up the news.

Nothing had happened that day.

You tried to get out, had bolted up the ladder to the door, fumbled with the heavy duty lock on it. Pity you hadn’t noticed Bakugou wake up, stalking over to where you were struggling with the door. He pulled you off the ladder, it felt like your head was a rubber bouncy ball. Did you hit the floor? you must have.

Bakugou crouched over you, snarling vicious words and angry promises. You couldn’t understand what he was saying, did you have a concussion?

Bruh and then Bakubro knocks you out (bro your brain? damaged) n puts you on the bed. When you wake up he reveals that he had been lying that day, the day he dragged you in here. Wanted to get to know you but he didn’t know how so this was what he came up with. You correctly deduce that there is something wrong with the man.

Eyes shining, he tells you that now his secrets out, you can’t leave. You’re gonna stay down here until he decides you can be trusted to not run and rat him out to the police.

no escape BINCH

#apocalypse au?#what even is this #I'm very stupid #yandere #I'm so tired

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kukukape · 3 years

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Richard Malik x Operative: The Whistleblower

This the first time I've posted a fic in a while, but I'm excited! Let me know if you want to be added to the taglist 😊

Tags: @simping-for-sandayu-oda @luciewarrenx3

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Richard had to admit, he'd come up with more... enjoyable plans than this one. He grunted as the Albion thug's knee collided with his stomach, again. Wanker was enjoying this way too much.

His eyes flicked to the camera ever so subtly. Not that the bastard would've noticed, he was too busy trying to decide which way to assault Richard Malik next. But he could see it moving around a bit sporadically, as if its operator were trying to get his attention.

And even in the midst of great pain, he had to fight a smirk. Things were already going accordingly.

"U-ugh!" He grunted as the Albion guard pulled him up by his hair and punched him in the face.

Welp, time to fall back into character.

"I-I'm not who you think I am, I-I swear!"

A slap across the face. Backhanded. Richard had to admit, that hurt his pride more than it did his face.

"You're Malik! A SIRS officer and a leaky fucking twat!" Richard, with his forehead resting against the cold concrete, found himself wanting to smile at his own notoriety.

Malik. That name carried weight in SIRS. In London's infrastructure of justice and security. This scared, begging persona wasn't him. This was a choice.

He was a spy. Slippery, and willing to relinquish his true character for his mission.

His breathing quickened with faux fear as the Albion officer picked him up by the collar, bunching up his silken silver tie amidst the action. "That's not me, I s-swear to god, please- PLEASE-"

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Angel's heart nearly stopped when Bagley cut the feed. "Fuck…" she whispered. She had half a mind to curl up on the curb and let a grey gloom consume her, but Bagley was too much of a dick to allow that.

"Fuck is right! And fucking dead is what he'll be if you don't hurry," he said in his not-so-robotic deadpan.

Dead. Murdered. Killed?

All words and possibilities that resonated with Angel. She took a deep shaky breath, squeezing the steering wheel of her Atterley. "Drop a pin please, Bags," she said.

"I already did, while you were having a little panic attack."

Instead of meeting his snark with her own, Angel kicked the car into gear, speeding towards the construction site. From first gear to third, then sixth... and she was skidding to a stop by the sidewalk before she knew it.

Her optik buzzed as someone got onto comm. It was Brian, the team's most senior hitman. "Scope the place out before you go in. This could be a trap for all we know, so-"

The soft patters of a silenced P9, followed by two separate cries cut Brian off.

"Angel! Bagley, what's she-"

"She's storming the place like the baboon cousin she is!" Bagley exclaimed, "You know for a spy, she's rather uncovert." Which only said the absolute least.

The bodies were shrouded before the spy moved on, picking off another soldier just as they were turning the corner. A bullet between his eyes before he even knew he was in danger, and cloaked to make his death even less apparent.

Pressed against a corner wall, Angel took her phone out and let the news drone above become her eyes. "Bagley, help me find him," she said urgently.

"There's a closed off room in the back. Try there," he said. Angel jumped from camera to camera, her heart squeezing a bit every time she didn't see Richard.

Just when she was about to crack her phone in her grip, she saw him. Wrists tied, on his knees, gaze trained on the floor as he tried to catch his breath.

Angel knew this picture of him. Years ago, in a dirt-floored cell where they huddled together for just an inch of warmth. The image made her shudder, so forcefully mentally that she did so physically too.

She flinched again when Brian came over the comm. "Alright, there he is. I suggest you take out the rest of the guards before you go in," he said.

From soldier, to spy, and now to soldier again. Angel nodded as she squeezed the hilt of her gun. "I'll get right on it."

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Richard chewed the inside of his cheek as he stared at the floor. He could feel a pair of eyes on him once again, staring through that same metal lense. He didn't dare turn to look, didn't dare break character.

Until he heard the camera screech, as if it wanted him to turn. And, flinching in surprise, he did.

He looked at the camera, wondering why the DedSec operative who'd come for him wanted to make their presence so known. Richard eyed the camera for a moment, searching for something deeper beyond the blank, metallic lense.

Of course, he found nothing. But just the notion of the operative- who he was all too sure was finally here- trying to communicate you're safe, it's okay, made him want to chuckle.

He gave the camera an acknowleding smirk, and ever so slight tilt of his head.

"AHH!" A soldier just outside screamed.

Richard's head whipped around again, and he heard some indecipherable yelling, along with the heavy footsteps of Albion-approved military boots. Somebody was obviously getting their ass kicked outside, because he only heard one person grunting in pain as limbs connected with their target.

Then silence.

He never really liked the quiet. It meant that nothing was happening, and for Richard, something always had to be happening. He couldn't predict quiet. Couldn't scheme it, outsmart it.

Thank god it didn't last long, before the metal door squealed open and quiet footsteps pittered in.

Richard kept his gaze down, as would a man currently fearing for his life. He'd been that enough times to know how to imitate it.

The 'fwoop' of a knife unsheathing made him flinch genuinely. But a steady, smooth... familiar voice eased him.

"Easy. It's just me," she said. Just me, she said. As if he were supposed to know her.

And he did. Oh lord, he did. And the mixture of fear, anger, regret, and happiness in him was too genuine for somebody so used to lying in the face of everyone short of his mother and father's graves.

The fearful part of him was scared to turn around and look at her as she cut through his restraints easily. But he didn't have a choice really, as she walked around and kneeled in front of him, cupping his face with both hands and searching for any injuries to his visage.

Richard was a confident man. Strong, assured, and decorated from head to toe in awards that highlighted his ingenius.

But he looked like a dumb fish in that moment, his mouth slightly ajar and eyes wide.

"…Angel?" He asked softly as her calloused fingertips subconsciously brushed across his brow, stretching down to touch his jaw.

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"That's my name," she said dryly as she searched his face, looking anywhere but his eyes. Her hand reached into the pocket on his shirt, where she knew he kept a handkerchief. "Hold still, you look horrible," she said. Not that a handkerchief was gonna fix that, but whatever.

She wiped blood from his jaw, and the bits that had gotten onto his cheek. She chewed on the inside of her cheek to keep more words than necessary from escaping her.

I missed you.

Are you okay?

I know this is a farce, so what are you playing?

All reasonable, but Angel couldn't utter any of them. Because Richard Malik, her friend for all of their youth, her partner in war, her lover for that one night back in college, was right in front of her.

She raked a hand through his hair, which was as close to saying I'm glad you're okay as she was gonna get. And he grabbed her wrist gently.

Brown eyes met a lighter shade. Both of them soft, affectionate, and untrusting.

"You're Dedsec," he said it firmly but quietly. Looking for confirmation. Hoping she'd say no, she just happened to be walking down the street and decided to shoot up a restricted Albion area for shits and giggles.

But she nodded. And a pride she never had while working at SIRS shined in her eyes.

Angel helped him to his feet and cleared her throat. They clearly weren't gonna do the whole "So what've you been up to the past six years?" thing, so she spoke first, "We got the call from you. What was that all about?"

A look of shock passed over Richard's eyes. And Angel could tell what he was thinking. Probably wondering where that smile she always used to greet him with had gone.

But he remembered himself quicklyc straightening his tie with a nervous hand. "I'll upload the intelligence onto an anonymous FTP. You can sort through it-"

"No, I want to hear it from you," Angel cut him off rigidly.

Richard inhaled as his whole "My name is Richard Malik, herdyderdyder," speech was thrown out the window. "I believe I've discovered who Zero-Day really is; rogue SIRS officers from the CT unit who then framed Dedsec for the TOAN bombings."

"Men working under you?" Angel raised one elegant brow. "I always got the impression the CT unit was always fiercely loyal," she commented.

And back to the games they went. This time, for the first time, against each other.

He let out a humorless laugh. "You know how good I am at making enemies," he said, reaching for the door handle.

"Wait, Richard," she said quickly. Angel's hand shot out to grab his arm. He looked down at her in surprise.

…Down at her.

Since when was he so damn tall? And handsome…

No, no, stop it, monkey brain.

"I…" Angel's jaw moved uselessly for a moment, before she simply yanked him into am embrace. Richard made a surprised sound. Way too many surprises for one day for him.

But this one, he could tolerate.

Hesitantly, he wrapped one arm around her shoulders while hers linked around his neck tightly. Her cheek was pressed against his chest, and he could smell the shampoo drifting from her hair. "It's… good to see you again, Angel," he said quietly.

Angel chuckled once, before inhaling sharply and slowly pulling away. Out of his reach once again.

"We'll, uh... check out the info," she said, nodding before moving to step by him. But she paused by the door, then reached back over to him. Richard watched dumbly as she fixed his silver tie, straightening it back up and patting his chest twice. And she smiled.

"You grew up nicely, Richard," she said, before slipping out the door.

Richard stood there dumbly for a moment, a thousand different things racing through his head.

But the one thing that stood out the most was the fact that his plans had definitely just been shaken.

~end~

#richard malik #watchdogs #watch dogs legion #wdl #give this man a GOLD STAR #for being HOT #richard malik x oc

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