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Lucky

Shy M!Reader x F!Yandere OC

Part 1~

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!!!MINORS DNI!!!

CW: M! Reader, Reader has a penis, Reader referred to as he/him, psychological horror/trauma, reader is on meds for night terrors, blood, implied sh on FL, oral on M!, explicit language, partial handjob on M!, exhibitionism, non con cumplay, reader voms(not described), overstim, not proofread.

song rec: Personal Pornstar by Bludnymph <3 (lol it’s not the MOST fitting for this part, but i had it on replay for like 5 days and it’s def playing in Lucy’s lil head too)

anything in red reader isn’t aware of.

Your room is pitch black in a block wide black out and something… Smells off? There’s a rusty tang in the air. You try to close your eyes anyway. It’s just your imagination. It’s always just your imagination. That’s what they’ve always told you.

Why does your room always smell metallic?

It’s fake.

It’s not real.

Sometimes when you close your eyes your walls are bleeding, and sometimes there’s a woman crying blood above you on your bed… Sometimes, someone’s standing in the corner of the room with an axe, and that’s the one that really makes your heart beat loud, yet you have no idea why.

It’s just your night terrors.

That’s what the meds are for.

You reach around in the dark, fingertips tap against the pressed wood table, and slip down to find the knob. Before you can even pull it out-

*Creak*

You freeze.

A footstep down the hall draws your eyes to your doorway adjacent. You can’t see shit, but you know the door’s there. And wide open.

*Creak*

You’re breathing through your mouth as silently as you can, listening for anything other than-

*Creak*

It’s a night terror.

You’re asleep right now. or hallucinating while half asleep.

That’s all it is.

She’s standing just down the hall.

She feels like dancing, she’s really in your appartment!! and you’re in here! She can hardly contain herself!

If you saw who she was, instead of just a dark silhouette, you’d recognize her. She went to the same school as you growing up. She goes to your college now. And she’s always just been, around.

Lucy is really cute! and has a lot of the same interests from what you’ve gathered… She’s just extremely shy, so when you try to actually talk to her she either whispers, or just “eeep’s!” and runs away. She’s a trust fund baby. For one reason or another you never perused her, not that you never thought about what’s under her clothes, or wanted to get to know her more.

And now, she’s in your apartment, like she is most nights since the first day she saw you. Well in the beginning she was going into your parents house. Now that you’re all on your own, she gets free reign of your apartment.

She’s been getting bolder.

You pop a med and close your eyes.

The last time she was in your room she checked your browsing history, and found some porn that must’ve interested you!

She’d look again today, but she got carried away in her fantasies and cut the wires down the road!

You have at least one responsibility every day, but your college days only take up about 3 hours. So it isn’t that bad… You sigh.

When you get dressed, and pull a shirt from under your bed, something rolls out with it over the woodgrains…

Is that…

A glass bottle, about the length of your hand, full of blood??

You gag.

How did this get here!?

Maybe, you think, it was just here when you moved in! yeah… That’s probably it…

You end up throwing up into the toilet and throwing the bottle into a trash bag and immediately taking it out.

Lucy is already in class, she isn’t looking as giddy as normal. She’s glaring daggers straight ahead, not really looking at anything that you can see.

“Hey Lucy! you alright?” you wave gently.

“Y/N!” She peeps! “H-hey! Um, yup! I’m just a little sleepy today! sall…” She fakes a yawn and stretches, bringing her arms up over her head. Her very full chest bobbles as she does.

You sit next to her and she shakes for a second. “You sure that’s all?”

“Mhm!” She confirms.

“Okay, I won’t press you but i’m here if you need to talk”

“Th-thank you” She says as she shudders.

She’s always a little strange, but she’s nice, and probably means well.

“H-Hey Y-Y/N…” she audibly swallows.

“Hm?” You respond right before she puts her hand on your thigh, and even though the professor isn’t in yet, she’s staring straight at the board. her pale face already as red as a strawberry.

You look down, surprised, and back up, and down again.

Your pants feel tighter it’s unfair. All she had to do was touch you in one little spot so close to where you really need attention, but so agonizingly far.

You were never really friends, so there’s nothing there to ruin… If this is what she wants. She’s probably just messing with you anyway.

Even her ears are red, she has her orange hair over her other shoulder. giving you full view of the couple freckles that spot her neck.

Her hand glides over your lap until her hand has climbed Mt.YourPants and is now pressing down rubbing almost painfully through the fabric against you.

You put the back of your hand to her bare thigh and feel her jump, with a cute “ee!” Slowly you flip it over, caressing her with just the tips of your fingers. She shudders.

You press your palm flat against her skin, she’s soft and warm. Even her thighs have a few freckles. Slowly you slide your hand under the hem of her skirt, you pass over the jagged feeling of a long cut healing, and further up there’s a lot of big bandages.

“A-are you alr—”

“It’s nothing!” She assures you, but it doesn’t settle the feeling in your gut that something is off. She takes your hand shakily and puts it on your desk.

Immediately following, her hand moves back to your thigh and creeps back into place at your center.

You kinda forget about what just happened.

Her nails have little hand painted angel wings over pale pink polish. She’s so cute.

Your still half-hard dick against the fabric is really uncomfortable. She can’t be planning on taking it too far since you’re in class, so you try to relax a little, and you think this is probably the extent of it.

She turns in her seat, placing her other hand in your lap, and is now unzipping and unbuttoning your pants. You jump up a little and shoo her hands away. Your head frantically swivels around the room before turning back to her, “Lucy!” You hiss, “We can’t do that here!” Your face is hot.

“Why not…? I’ve seen people do it before.” She tries to match your volume, still just barely above her usual whisper.

“What!? Here!?” you feel bad that she even had to witness something like that!!

“You know what else i’ve seen…” The words exit her mouth ominously, and her face deepens a shade.

You gulp…. Do you wanna know? “Wh-what?”

She gets up, and scoots her chair back a little…

Then she climbs under the shared desk and gets in front of your legs.

“Wh-What are you doing!! Lucy!!” You try to keep your voice down, but you can’t help but raise it in a slightly higher pitch.

“What?… Do you not—I really want to… Please Y/N?” she looks down, her big brown doe eyes looking away sheepishly.

Your dick twitches. Her cleavage is on display just below you, and presses against your legs. She’s practically begging to play with your cock. But if you get caught… You gulp yet again.

Your brows are hiked up in worry, eyes locked on her chest and how red even they’re getting. “O-kay Lucy… B-but please be careful!” You cannot believe what you’re letting her do.. In class!!! Your dick must be talking for you.

Eyes now alight with pure joy and excitement, she opens your jeans and gets your cock out.

Your tip was really getting irritated in there! It feels instantly better even though it’s a little too cool— “Haaaah!!” She wraps both her hands around the base of you, fingers interlocked. She definitely doesn’t know what she’s doing, but you appreciate her enthusiasm.

Her thumbs massage the underside of your length, it isn’t too bad. They come up under your tip and press teasingly against it. She scooches even closer burrowing her way between your spreading legs. You slouch more in your chair, head resting on your thumb and finger as you try and look nonchalant.

She finally brings her hands up all the way and rubs them over your head. You aren’t looking so when you feel her hot breath on you, you can’t help but jump!

She kitten licks you first, just savoring your flavor, you think you feel her kiss your dick before you feel yourself get swallowed up entirely. She gags on you, so you reach under the table and place your hand on her soft hair. “Please, Lucy… Be quiet…” You start to shudder, her throat contracts around you and she’s sucking you so hard by the time she pulls back.

She’s eagerly licking up your pre and you even hear her slurp, it’s so hot, but someone is definitely gonna hear! “Mmmm!” She moans around you.

You look around and almost everyone has earbuds in. You sigh in relief and your dick starts to pulse and twitch more and more in her warm mouth. You almost let go in that moment, but it feels so good, you don’t want it to end.

Her tongue is flat against you and licks your underside. She keeps running it over your head, and teasing your slit and when she pulls away she sucks even harder, everytime you almost “Ooo” out loud, but you try to hold it in.

You hear her moan again and can’t keep it in this time, “Hnnng!” You shoot your load into her, which she seems to keep in her mouth…

She takes some onto her fingers from her mouth before swallowing the rest.

You feel her wrap her lips tightly around your softening, leaking dick again and knee the table in surprise. “Mm!”

“Okay Lu-Lucy!” You pat her head to tap out, but she keeps going. Your stomach flutters from overstimulation.

Your dick re-hardens without pressure building up, you just feel the excess of pleasure around you.

She presses her fingers against her tight pussy and rubs while she continues to suck all the soul out of your body.

She’s whimpering and shaking now, you imagine she’s fingering herself… You want to look.

You slouch further in your seat so that there’s a slit between the table and your body that you can see your dick completely swallowed up by a shuddering girl.

Her face is hungrily pressed against you, “mm!” her whimpers continue to vibrate around you, when is the last time someone’s been this enthusiastic about your dick?

You see her arm violently moving as she fingers herself with your cum.

She can barely fit two of her little fingers in her tight pussy, it’s such a stretch for her… And she’s imagining your dick inside her! Oh she really can’t stand it! The thought of you stretching her instead of her stupid little fingers.

“Mm!!” You watch her twitch and then settle, but she keeps sucking on you, it’s getting to be too much for you, you don’t understand this sensation, you already came, but you’re still hard and feeling extremely hot.

“Lucy…” you plead. You aren’t even worried about the other people in the room but your getting fatigued.

She pulls off of you with a small *pop* “S-s-sorry… Y/N… Hah… I g-got carried away…” She looks down, filled with guilt.

You find her chin with your hand and pull her face to look up at you. Your dick twitches between you two, and you feel embarrassed for a second as if she wasn’t just sucking the life out of you. “come back up here please,” You smile at her.

As she climbs back up her seat, you fix yourself, and the professor walks in.

From Cookie!

Lemme know how i did! this is my first ever x M! so i hope i can get better and make more!!! 🙈✨

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iravaid · 1 year

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Art tips I beg of you share your wisdom

Oh god oh fuck I'll try, a lot of my art process is vibes only, i kind of just zone out and Draw and a picture appears

I have to stress that practice is the most important part of art, even if said art looks shit and you feel like the world is ending because you're not doing well/making tangible process/it's not turning out how you want. Gotta push through that by accepting that hey, sometimes your art turns out looking Janky, so what? You still took the time and effort to make art, and you're more of an artist than you were before starting the piece. You can sit back and figure out how to constructively criticise yourself without destroying your own self confidence for the sake of a viewer who isn't there. Practice being neutral about noting the parts you dislike - 'this anatomy is awful and I'm shit at it, why do i bother' isn't going to help as much as sitting back, going 'damn that looks weird, lol' and then looking up reference photos similar to what you'd been hoping to draw and figuring out where things went wrong.

When starting with a drawing, person or animal, I find myself focusing on the silhouette initially. Sometimes i might play around with a solid colour, or focus on the outline with a thin-ish pen. It helps to be aware of certain curves on a form and how it relates to other features of the body proportionally. Look at the empty spaces on the piece and look back to those in the reference, or your own intuition, flip the canvas etc, and see if it looks 'right'. Get funky with it when in the draft stage

Tracing for practice and reference also helps - but don't trace blindly, instead use it as a chance to figure out how the lines of a person/animal/construct move, and how can you replicate that in art. Make guidelines and notes on how things are proportionate to each other, isolate singular lines and practice them over and over to build up the muscle memory.

kind of like the above, where I used photos of an oc's faceclaim (Andy Lau) and traced over them, isolated certain features, made guidelines, and so on

When figuring out how to draw faces, I use a couple little anatomy tricks to keep things in line before tweaking some of the features to make things more unique:

Corners of the mouth tend to align with the top of the jaw. The corners of the mouth also align with the pupils if a front-facing figure is looking straight on. The inner corners of both eyes align with the outer nostrils. Top of the ears align with the top of the eyelid and earlobes align with the bottom of the nose.

This can change depending on feature size etc, some people have bigger or smaller eye or theyre close together or further apart, or they have large earlobes or none at all, or their nose is small or big. I just use it as a guideline to make sure features are in order because. Uh. I keep forgetting to draw in the guides during the draft stage.

Variability of the human face lends well to avoiding same face syndrome as you can stretch the features quite a bit. It may feel weird or wrong drawing a face with different features to how you're used to, but that's the point of practice and progress.

For rendering I found using the colour zones of the face (shown below) adds a lot of oomph and depth after finding my own rendering attempts falling a bit flat.

(above, from Gurney Journey describing the colour zones of the face)

(below, by ArtofYorugami on twitter)

I make the three colour bands, blend them to the contours of the face, then set the layer to multiply and lower the opacity to around 10-20%, and make further tweaks there to where it best suits the face being drawn.

Other little things

Eyes aren't totally white, make them a touch grayer and also add a little bit of blue to give it some depth. Same with teeth but I've yet to figure those freaks out

Hands are the devil but draw them enough times and you can flub your way through them until they feel normal. Would recommend having at least one finger in a different position to the rest, as our hands naturally rest with the index finger away from the rest. Again, use a reference, trace for research and building muscle memory, be cognizant of the muscles and bones at play in the hand and wrist. There are reference compilations on pinterest I've found in the past that have been helpful, and taking a photo of your own hand is an option as well.

A hand's palm width across is also the height of your lower face. That sentence doesn't make a lot of sense - but if you put your hand over your mouth, the top will be touching the bottom of your nose, and the bottom of your hand will align with your chin, more or less. Again, this can change from person to person but is helpful when eyeballing proportions.

Reference sites like x6ud is very helpful for angles of people and animals. Apps like Handy are helpful with figuring out how certain angles of light interact with the face. Videos like this one and this one are also good lighting references. Just looking up 'face under different light angles' on a search engine or pinterest will also be fruitful. Books like Michel Lauricella 's Morpho - Fat and Skin Folds is also very useful and you can find free pdfs online with enough safe digging. And there are a number of tutorials by tumblr artists on a number of desired topics

For expressions, it can be difficult to word the search right to find the specific look and angle you want as a reference. If you're willing, I'd recommend taking a photo of yourself making the expression at the intended angle. No one but you has to see the photo lmao

Uhhh. Multiply, overlay, add (glow) are your friends if you use CSP, play around with pens and layer effects until you get ones you like. I'm partial to the CSP textured pen for lineart and the watercolour pen for rendering

I think that's all i have ahjfjdks 😭 sorry, hope this helped a little bit!

#ask #anon #apologies if this isn't much help! I'm self taught so am just vibing #my art #iraart

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the-bugsnax-journalists · 1 year

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Alright, little sneak peak!

Although I wanted to finish the piece today, a few things happened that got in the way (hence why I'm posting this, well, this late) That being said though, I have finished the line art of the Journalists as I had promised, and since I wanted to at least post something, I'll post this! Some silhouettes of the characters in question!

Although the first is, well, pretty obvious who it is, I still wanted to make more than just one, and I thought to base them off the colors you can choose yourself while in-game! (Which is why I'm sticking for a reasoning of why the blue is blue and pink lol)

That being said though, under the cut I will write a few things for each of them ahead of time! Thought to make it a week thing where each day I expand a little more on them but that's too long lol, so instead I decided to write little summaries for each of them! Relationships and such will play into them at a later time when I post each one by one with more expanded upon details!

"Buddy" ~~~~ The Main Journalist (They/Them)

The first oc I made for the game, who I've decided to keep nameless since I can't quite stick to one single name lol. That being said, there is so much I haven't been able to really say about them, despite my brain thinking up SO many ways to tell them to you all! Sadly though, life got in the way so I guess we're sticking with text instead!

First and foremost, Buddy is mute. The reason for this is because they speak through signs and recorders. (Think of it like cartoons, were silent characters speak through signs and what have you.) The reason for this is actually because of a movie I saw in my childhood. Idk if any of y'all know about "Tadeo Jones", but one of their movies was the one I had watched through and the bird in it spoke through signs soooo yeah!

Of course, I made it so they naturally defy the laws of gravity as much as they can, to the dismay of the others- but there's more to it and such, I will post the relationship charts and such when the full pictures get released! For details regarding their backstory, I'll focus on those when we get there, but I will say this: Their family is aware of the Triplicate.

"Cleomie Worncloth" ~~~~ The Barista with a part time job (He/Him)

The second OC is part of a duo (the second half being the 4th Journalist) that I made after I had been here for quite a few. Most of you folks may or may not actually have seen their old designs! But I decided to revamp them a little bit, for the sake of my eyes and my MUCH NEEDED redesign era lmao. That being said though, I guess I should go about their usual thing.

Originally they weren't a Journalist OC, but I decided to go ahead and slap them here since in the end they would have ended up in this predicament. But basically, his schtick is rather simple. He likes to blend Bugsnax and turn them into Syrups and use them to make new drinks. Mostly as an experiment effort, of course. They want to expand their horizons of cuisine for the family cafe owned by their folks, and to get a quicker method of going around the world, he took up Journalism! That being said though, he isn't exactly the most social outside of their work, so when they aren't taking interviews and such, they usually spend time in their little corner, awaiting Bugsnax to be sent to them by their friend."

"Cottontail Tinkerlot" ~~~~ The Engineer with a dream (She/Her)

Now this one, THIS one I never really got to draw proper myself. Mostly duo to lack of motivation and such. BUT now that I finally have the time to do so, I get to properly give her a design! Mostly made for a roleplay between friends, she finally comes out of the shadows and into her own spotlight!

Cottontail as an engineer wants to create robots that can assist and support people across the globe with her energetic attitude and outgoing vigor, enough to either revitalize those that see her, or get a migraine. That being said though, why WOULD she be a journalist? Why, to document the discoveries of the scientific world of course! With her reports being mostly on the fields of robotics and such, Cottontail got inspired to take up the wrench herself, and is now on the island to see if any material can be used to create her dreams into reality!

"Ridamin Northshiver" ~~~~ The Geologist who probably broke something again- (Trans FtM - They/Them)

Alright, THIS one was the second duo to the 2nd Journalist. The reason for their design was rather simple actually. Much like how Floofty is missing a leg, I thought it interesting to go about designing a character with a prosthetic leg. (Hence the difference on the leg on the silhouette). Of course, I wanted him to be unique from Floofty, so I decided to go with a unique route with him:

Much like Cleomie, they weren't originally going to be a Journalist, but my mind decided to say "Screw it!" and go with it anyway! That being said though, Ridamin was going to originally be a Geologist. And while Cleomie still kept their previous title technically, with Ridamin it's a bit difficult to mix them together, right? WRONG! ..Probably-

The way I'm going to go about it is rather simple, Ridamin's family (much like Triffany) was full with people who worked in the historic field, but rather than being an Archeologist, they were Geologists! (I know, REAL smart way to differentiate them) That being said though, given a certain incident that caused them to lose their leg, Ridamin was told to not force themselves given their injury, but that only felt like they were being underestimated by their peers because of a single disability. Ridamin wanted to prove them wrong of course, despite their disability they can still shine much like anyone else! And if nobody is shining the light on them, then they'll get their own light another way. So that's why they took Journalism! Sure it isn't the same job, but in a way it kinda fits either way! To get interviews on how places were born, created, along with the rich history to back it up! It may not be picking dirt and... I don't know, eating it with a spoon to tell how old it is via the crunch or whatever their family does. But soon enough they'll transition to Geology, they just have to plant the base to jump high up to their goal!

#bugsnax #bugsnax art #bugsnax journalist #oc art #digital art #I just gotta color them in and they are done for good! After that though #mmmmmmmaybe fanart stuff or expanding upon them further #but for now I did enough! It's already late though so tomorrow I'll continue this

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theartoflovingthomashunt · 2 years

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Farewell to Hollywood U #4 : Being Together

Art by the always lovely and talented @vantaray

Characters: Thomas Hunt x Alex Spencer (F!MC / OC) Book: Hollywood U (Hunt Date #05) Word Count: ~250 Rating/Warnings: General (all the fluff) Prompts: @choicesmonthlychallenge HWU ; @choicesaugustchallenge "You wear ___ well." ; @choicesficwriterscreations "I feel safe with you"

Synopsis: Hunt and Alex are taking the ferry to Catalina Island for their first official date.

[All Thomas Hunt x Alex Spencer Masterlists] [HollywoodU]

"I can't believe we're here." Alex marveled, gazing across the open ocean, taking in the glowing fiery sunset painting the sky before them.

"It is quite stunning."

"It is," she nodded in agreement, turning into his arms. "But I meant this—us—you and me."

He tucked the loose strands of her hair fluttering in the breeze behind her ear. "This is the beginning of many more."

"I like the sound of that!" She sighed contentedly before continuing. "Even though so much is at stake, I feel safe with you. Right now, here in your arms, I feel safe, like nothing can harm us." Her smile widened as she met his gaze.

"What is it?"

"Nothing."

His right brow arched inquisitively. "With you, it's always something."

She pressed a kiss to the corner of his jaw. "I was just thinking, you wear that smile well."

Despite his best efforts to school his expression, the corner of his eyes wrinkled in reply as his lips remained turned upward. He wrapped his arms more snuggly around her. "I have this terrible feeling I'll have to get used to it."

"Is it really that bad?" She teased, resting her head on his shoulder as her arms snaked around him.

"Quite the contrary." He brushed a kiss on her temple, holding her close.

The gentle waves lapped against the side of the ferry. The distant silhouette of the island crested on the horizon.

A comfortable silence fell between them. There would be time for talking later. Right now, this—just being together—was all they needed.

Can I just say how much I adore this art?! The way he looks at her. The way her hair is blowing in the breeze. The colors of the sunset. All of it are so so gorgeous! @vantaray is the most talented and lovely. I can't thank them enough.

And just because I adore this art so much, I want to share the sketches for this art too because even though I chose this pose, the other two the artist came up with for my idea are too beautiful not to share. I would have commissioned them all if I could lol! But I'm so in love with the one I chose.

Thank you so much for reading. I hope you enjoyed the drabble and the gorgeous art. Thank you for all the support. It means so much to me!

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natalyelle · 1 year

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I posted 5,737 times in 2022

107 posts created (2%)

5,630 posts reblogged (98%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

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I tagged 5,141 of my posts in 2022

Only 10% of my posts had no tags

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#dragon age - 698 posts

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Longest Tag: 117 characters

#sometimes i just start painting on the sketch layer accidently and my usual many layers become one layer painting lol

My Top Posts in 2022:

would it be ok to request a happy little nug? :)

(It took a little more time than I expected haha)

Here you go! ^^

Also bonus:

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48 notes - Posted June 12, 2022

Happy Cosmonauts Day!

(And also Happy Birthday to my Katerina Shepard, for I headcanon her birthday is on the 12th)

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I realised that I’ve never painted Ashley...

64 notes - Posted September 27, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Happy Holidays, @shiara-tsoni! The little Harbinger told me than you like Liara, so here she is, specially for you! In a new sweater, that Shepard gifted to her in this little drabble I also wrote:

A soft bluish light was the only source of illumination in the room. Liara bent over the monitor, tapping her fingers on the table. The Crucible was a miracle of technology, a hope that the Proteans brought into their gloomy lives. But it was necessary to understand whether this Hope would come true, whether the Crucible would be able to save everyone or…

Liara rubbed her eyes. After all, she is not a sorceress, but she must do everything she can to make this miracle happen.

A knock on the door interrupted her thoughts. Without waiting for an answer, the door opened, a familiar silhouette appeared in the doorway.

“Shepard, is that you?” Liara said with a smile.

“Who else would be wandering around the ship at this hour?” Shepard entered the cabin, and the blue color lit up her face, on which a slight smile played. “I think you're working too hard. Sometimes you need to rest.”

“Oh, Shepard,” Liara sighed heavily, turning back to the monitor. “I can't rest until the threat is over.”

Her fingers quickly slid over the touchpads and keyboards. Shepard gently covered Liara's palms with one hand and squeezed them slightly.

“If you distract yourself for just half an hour, the world will not collapse from this fact alone,” Shepard said softly and looked into Liara's eyes.

Liara couldn't look away, she seemed to be drowning in those familiar eyes. She gently squeezed Shepard's hand in response and smiled, slightly turning away from the monitor. Shepard smiled even wider and gently removed her palm, bringing it behind her back. Only now did Liara notice that Shepard was holding something there.

“I have a little gift for you,” Shepard said, as if reading her thoughts, and took out a large package from behind her back.

“This is... very unexpected,” Liara said, carefully unfolding the rustling paper. “Thank you.”

“It's nothing,” Shepard said casually, sitting down on a chair next to her. Liara noticed out of the corner of her eye that Shepard blushed a little. Smiling cheerfully, Liara continued to unwrap the gift.

“Is that a sweater?” Asari exclaimed in surprise, burying her fingers in a soft knitwear.

“Yes, I thought that sometimes it's cold on the ship, and I can't always be with you…”

Liara laughed merrily, hugged her girlfriend and kissed her gently.

“Will you try it on?” Shepard asked with a slight grin. Liara, with a perky smile and a sweater in her hands, disappeared into the second half of her cabin.

“Did you knit it yourself?” Liara's voice came.

“I have many different talents,” Shepard said mysteriously, sipping some liquid from Liara's mug. She doesn't need to know that she bought this sweater on their last visit to the Citadel.

“Well, how is it?” Liara came out into the light, closer to Shepard. The sweater was big and long, covered all the arms and fell slightly off the shoulder.

“They’re wearing them like that, don’t they?”

“Aren't you wearing anything else?” Shepard asked, somewhat dumbfounded.

“Come closer and check it out.”

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#tumblr2022 #year in review #my 2022 tumblr year in review #your tumblr year in review #hahaha I reblogged mostly from myself #and used queue a lot this year lol #and most of my fanart is Mass Effect - that is predictable tho

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obwjam · 3 years

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the tiniest jedi

okay folks, here we go... i’d like to introduce you all to my oc, Jedi Knight Jayla Nor’al! she is five inches tall, 22 years old and the former padawan of good ol’ yoda. she was knighted so she could fight in the clone wars, and now she’s off to help command her first-ever battalion!

when i rewatched clone wars recently i basically took note of episodes where a tiny could fit into the plot (spoiler: there’s a lot lol) so this is part 1 of the first installment of me recreating the filoniverse into the obwjamverse

i hope y’all enjoy <3 love you all sm

the hidden enemy, part 1

>> part two

To say Jedi Knight Jayla Nor’al was nervous would be a tremendous understatement.

It had taken a lot of convincing that bordered on begging to get the council to agree to this. Having Anakin vouch for her seemed like a good idea in theory, but in practice it usually ended with Obi-Wan rubbing his eyes while the council fiercely debated the merits of Anakin’s argument.

Anakin was always sticking up for her. She was a few years older than he was, but more than anyone, he understood what it was like to have a tough life. They first met one day when he was a padawan, no more than 13 years old. Obi-Wan was sent off on a mission by himself to retrieve a holocron and a disgruntled Anakin went to Yoda to continue his training. He was far more advanced than the group of younglings he was with, but before he could complain too much, something -- no, someone -- caught his eye.

She was standing on a table at all of five inches tall, arms crossed in a dim corner of the room. The other younglings were practicing basic combat stances. She looked rather bored with it all. Anakin would have probably glossed right over her if it wasn’t for the tunic she was wearing.

“Master Yoda, who is that?” Anakin asked while the group was taking a break. She had now sat down, cross-legged, with her eyes closed and her shoulders relaxed. He marveled at how her tiny silhouette almost blended in with the scenery entirely.

“My padawan, she is,” Yoda stated.

“Padawan?” Anakin was shocked. Obi-Wan never told him Yoda had a padawan.

Yoda hummed. “Surprised, you are, hmm?”

Anakin could only nod as Yoda trotted over to her. “Well, it’s… she’s…”

“Padawan Nor’al, ready, you are?” he asked quietly. Anakin gasped at how Yoda practically towered over this tiny person. She calmly opened her eyes and gave a single nod.

“Younglings, gather here,” Yoda called out to the group. He nodded to Anakin, who curiously followed. He heard a couple of the other younglings snicker in disbelief. “Demonstrate Form III, my padawan will. Close attention to footwork, you must pay.”

Anakin’s eyes widened as a training remote whirred to life. To a normal-sized person, practicing with a remote could sting if you didn’t know know what you were doing. But she was not a normal-sized person. That remote must look like a tank to her!

“Master Yoda--” Anakin started, but Yoda held his hand up.

“You may begin.”

What Anakin witnessed next may or may not have changed his life.

It was like she knew where the blasts were going before they were even fired. She was so quick that Anakin’s eyes could barely adjust to the blinding speed she seemed to be moving at. She firmly stood her ground as she deflected blast after blast, her eyes moving wildly as she deciphered the shooting pattern of the remote. She found her opening, charged forward, leaped up and sunk her lightsaber straight through the metal. The droid sputtered and sparked before falling to the table, lifeless. She hopped down and gave Yoda a small bow as if nothing had even happened.

“Thank you, padawan. Continue to practice, younglings. Much work to do, you have.”

Still in shock, the younglings picked up their sabers and began to practice, some yelping in surprise when the blasts stung at their legs. She had made it look so easy.

She was taking note of the younglings’ form when she paused to raise her eyebrow. Anakin was still standing there.

“Staring is rude,” she said shortly. Looking at her up close, Anakin could clearly see how she was nervously eyeing him.

“That was really cool,” he said, crouching down a bit so he didn’t loom too large.

She gave a small smirk. “Master Yoda is a good teacher.”

“What’s your name?”

“I’m Jayla... Jayla Nor’al,” she said, giving Anakin heavy side-eye. What does he want?

“My name’s Anakin. I’m Master Kenobi’s padawan.”

“Anakin Skywalker?” she asked incredulously. “What -- what are you doing here?”

“My master is on a mission and didn’t want to take me.”

She scoffed. “That’s silly. Padawans should always be with their masters to learn.”

“Tell that to Obi-Wan,” Anakin sighed. “Does Master Yoda take you on missions with him?”

Anakin’s lips pursed into a frown as she sat down, looking dejected. “Mostly, yeah. But sometimes I think he thinks I’m too… well… you know.”

“Too small.”

She gave him a surprised look. “Yeah.”

“A little ironic, coming from him.”

Jayla laughed. “You can’t say that!”

Anakin laughed back. “Sure I can.”

It was hard for Jayla to really grow close to anyone, no matter how hard she tried to befriend the others. Anakin knew exactly how that felt. The two were lonely, and they found each other. Their friendship only grew stronger as they got older -- Jayla helped Anakin learn to trust in the Force more and Anakin helped Jayla grow her confidence. Obi-Wan admired how well they complimented each other.

Yoda eventually began to take Jayla on more dangerous missions. Spending time with Anakin and Obi-Wan had diversified her skill set more than most padawans and, as the Jedi Council sensed the growing discourse between the light and the dark, Jayla and Anakin were both knighted so they could fight in the Clone War.

But everyone had underestimated the fierceness and enormity of the conflict.

It was evident from the beginning of her training that Jayla was fearless -- that she would not let her size stop her from doing anything. She was a fierce negotiator; a skilled fighter; she had a deep and powerful connection to the Force. And yet, her size was the very thing stopping the council from giving her any responsibilities outside of putting together training recordings, teaching younglings and spearheading negotiations.

“I can’t believe this,” Jayla groaned to Obi-Wan one rare quiet day on Coruscant. Anakin was off on a recon mission. Obi-Wan had duties to attend to, but he would always take a pause to talk with Jayla.

“If Master Yoda and the council feel this is for the best, then you need to listen.”

“I didn’t become a Jedi to play it safe. I just… I don’t understand why Yoda keeps babying me.”

“You’ve only recently become a Jedi knight,” Obi-Wan pointed out. “You need to be patient.”

“Yeah, the council did that so I could fight in the war.” Jayla got up, pacing around the windowsill. “I mean, it doesn’t make sense! I’m trained in combat. I have useful skills. I’ve been out there before, Obi-Wan! Why spend my entire life telling me ‘size matters not, hmm’, then use it as a reason to hold me back?”

Obi-Wan frowned. He hated how her frame seemed to get swallowed up by the bustling backdrop of the Republic captial outside.

“Can I be honest?” Obi-Wan asked slowly. Jayla’s expression softened as she plopped down, resting her elbows on her knees and meeting Obi-Wan’s gaze a few feet from her.

“Always.”

“Well, I shouldn’t really tell you this, but I think it’s important that you know. The council has its reservations, but they mostly agree that you are more than capable of being a general. It’s… it’s the Chancellor who has persuaded them into keeping you here.”

“The Chancellor? Why would he care?”

“It’s my understanding that many in the senate feel it would be a sign of weakness if you were to command a battalion.”

“That’s ridiculous! It’s not even the senate’s decision to make!” she cried.

“On military matters, it is. And until Chancellor Palpatine changes his mind, then I’m afraid there’s nothing that can be done.”

Jayla tried to forget about that conversation every time she got upset. But as the conflict raged on and Republic forces took beating after beating on the Outer Rim worlds, Obi-Wan felt the situation was becoming dire. It was less about who had strength and more about who had the tactical advantage. The better strategy. The better intelligence.

Yoda too felt desperate. He was engulfed in the war and convinced that winning it was the only way to save the galaxy from certain doom. He heard the plight of his former padawan day after day, to the point where he began to question if his gut feeling was really right. He hadn’t been meditating as much lately. The Force always gave him the guidance he needed. Between Anakin, Obi-Wan and her own former master, the council was able to convince Palpatine that allowing her to lead stealth and recon missions was a perfectly reasonable starting point.

Since it was nearly impossible to plant a conventional spy into the droid army, Jalya and Anakin had conspired and came up with the idea of using her as a spy. Mace Windu was concerned about her being captured. Anakin argued that her life sign registered so faintly on scanners that capture wasn’t as easy as it seemed. Ki-Adi-Mundi feared she would get lost in the blur of so much violence. Obi-Wan said that all she needed was a wrist comm and someone to use as transportation and protection.

So after months of debating, planning, talking to Yoda and gear-building, the perfect situation had arisen. Today, it was finally going to happen.

And she… didn’t know how to feel.

She was accompanying Anakin and Obi-Wan on the Resolute to Christophsis, where the GAR was getting whalloped day after day. Most recently, a secret plan was thwarted before it had even gotten underway. It was obvious that the Separatists were somehow accessing Republic intelligence. And it was Jayla’s job to find out how.

“You’re not nervous, are you?”

From the comfort and privacy of sleeping quarters, she was perched pensively on Anakin’s shoulder; which, in retrospect, was probably a bad place to be with the way she was fiddling with her hands and bouncing her leg.

“Don’t ask me that when you already know the answer,” Jayla mumbled.

“I didn’t, actually, but thanks for confirming it for me.”

Jayla groaned. “I’m not nervous about going into the field.”

“Good. You shouldn’t be.”

“It’s…” she started, but couldn’t bring herself to admit. She was hoping Anakin could connect the dots.

“It’s… what? It’s the ship?” Anakin knew how much she hated flying.

“This isn’t my first Star Destroyer. It’s the starfighters that make me sick.”

“Okay, so it’s not the ship. Is it Obi-Wan?”

Jayla sniffed a laugh. “Why would it be Obi-Wan?”

“Well, it took a little bit of convincing to get him to agree to this.”

“You mean a lot of convincing,” she sighed. “I can personally guarantee you that Obi-Wan is not making me nervous.”

“Well, Tiny, I’m at a loss--”

Anakin was cut off at the sound of his wrist comm beeping. She quickly grabbed onto a stray piece of his hair for support as he moved his arm up.

“Anakin, Jayla, come meet me at the bridge. Captain Rex will be arriving here shortly.”

“Copy that.” Anakin turned his head slightly to meet Jayla’s gaze, and the Force flashed in a brief moment of worry. Anakin furrowed his brows.

“You’re nervous about Rex?”

Jayla sucked in a deep breath. “No -- not particularly -- no. No, I’m not nervous about Rex.”

Anakin knew she was lying, but he wasn’t about to push it. After all, he didn’t want Obi-Wan lecturing him for being late. Again.

Jayla clung to Anakin’s robe as they made their way through the gray halls of the ship. Even from her perspective, the walls seemed suffocating, so Jayla kept her eyes trained on the ground, avoiding the gaze of every trooper that passed. The rigidness of clone armor was… off-putting.

As they approached the bridge doors, Jayla cautiously took a seat and closed her eyes. When all else failed, the Force was always there for her, guiding her and bringing her to a place where she felt at ease. Going into this mission with any apprehension would be fatal, and she knew it. The Force was pulling her toward the battlefield -- to Anakin, to Obi-Wan, to the citizens of the worlds they were helping to protect. The Jedi Order was her life, and that meant she was forever in service to the people of the galaxy that needed her. She was chosen by the will of the Force; bestowed this great power that so many lusted after. In the galaxy’s biggest conflict, she could finally start making a difference. She could finally be worthy of the gift she was given.

“There’s gonna be a lot of clones in there, you know.” Anakin’s tongue-in-cheek remark broke her from her meditation. “You could always turn back and let me and Obi-Wan handle this.”

Jayla sniffed a laugh. “And let you have all the fun? I’m alright, Anakin, I promise.” She paused, took one glance up at her giant friend, and stood up. “I’m ready for this.”

Anakin smirked. “Well then, here we go.”

The vastness and buzzing energy of the bridge brought about a sensation that Jayla would never get tired of. There were clones on the lower levels punching buttons and pulling levers; there were clones standing around tables, going over strategy and making sure they were ready for the fight. Then there was Obi-Wan, standing in front of a star map and pretending to read it. His mind was occupied with other things.

Anakin nodded his head to Obi-Wan. “Master.”

“Ah, Anakin. And here I thought you’d show up late.”

“For Tiny’s first mission as a general? I wouldn’t dream of it.”

“Is now really the best time to bring up nicknames?” Jayla groaned. It was times like these she was glad she was small; nobody could see her blush.

“I thought it’d help loosen the tension.”

“Sure you did.” She wasn’t going to admit it, but in his weird Skywalker way, it did help bring her back down to earth. This was her first mission as a military general. She outranked nearly everyone in the room. To the clones, that meant everything. Even if they didn’t want to listen to her… they had to.

It was then she noticed a tiny brown bag on the holotable below. Just poking out of the side was something that looked like armor.

Armor fit for a tiny.

She slid off Anakin’s shoulder and flipped down to the holotable. Obi-Wan couldn’t help but grin as she pulled out two shoulder pads, two wrist guards, a pair of black gloves and a torso pad. They fit perfectly.

“We couldn’t have you going out in the field unprepared,” Obi-Wan said as she practiced some stances in her new armor.

“Huh. You look like a tiny Obi-Wan,” Anakin smiled.

“I thought we were done with the degrading comments,” you said smugly.

“Oh, very funny, you two. It’s a wonder the council took this long to allow you both to work together.”

Jayla was prepared for another quip when the main door slid open. Her eyes first fell on the wide shoulder wing, then to the Jaig eyes painted on his helmet. She had never seen clone armor quite like what Rex was wearing. She blinked and straightened her posture.

“Captain Rex. Nice of you to finally join us,” Anakin joked.

“Sorry sir. Needed to help Fives find his other blaster.”

“He lost it again?”

“...more like misplaced,” Rex clarified.

“Good to see your troops are on top of things, Anakin,” Obi-Wan quipped.

“Sorry sir,” Rex repeated. Jayla could sense… unease. “So, where’s the new general?”

Anakin’s lips curled into a smile. He had told Rex that the 501st was to be accompanied on this mission by a Jedi knight who was a master of stealth. When Rex asked who it was, Anakin refused to say. He wanted it to be a surprise.

“Rex, I’d like you to meet Jedi General Jayla Nor’al.”

Rex was glad he had kept his helmet on, because the look of confusion on his face would not have done him any more favors.

“Uh… sir?” Rex asked cautiously, trying his best not to sound too lost. Is this some kind of joke?

“You know, I think it’s helpful to scan the entire room before saying something.”

Rex’s stomach dropped. That voice… that voice was coming from the holotable. Ever so slowly, he tilted his head down. He tried to keep his body language as neutral as possible, but he had a sinking feeling that all three Jedi in the room could sense his surprise.

“Oh,” was all Rex could utter for a moment. It was like this Jedi had stepped right out of a holoprojector and onto the table in front of him. This has to be some kind of test. She’s only a few inches tall! She won’t survive five seconds out on the battlefield.

Anakin cleared his throat. Rex snapped back to attention.

“Right. Uh, sorry about that, sir,” Rex fumbled, giving this General Nor’al a nod of acknowledgment. “Nice… nice to meet you.”

Rex tensed up when Jayla ever so slightly rolled her eyes. He was surprised he could even see her do that.

“Likewise, Captain. General Skywalker has told me all about you.” She smiled softly when she sensed Rex’s heartbeat escalating. “All good things, of course.”

She turned to Obi-Wan and, without either of them saying a word, Obi-Wan placed his hand next to Jayla and she casually stepped on, using his thumb for support as she was lifted up from the holotable.

“You’re going to be offering General Nor’al support in the field,” Obi-Wan said, tapping the holotable to life. “We’ve drawn up a plan to get her to the chief tactical droid stationed here to extract information and battle strategy.”

“I think we can finally turn the tide if we can get ahead of the Seps like they seem to keep getting ahead of us,” Jayla added. “Once I get the information, I’ll need an extraction team to get me out of there quickly.” Without warning, her tone shifted from stern to somber. “The last thing I need is to be caught by those stupid battle droids.”

Obi-Wan and Anakin exchanged a brief glance.

“I’ve got to finish some mission prep,” she said quickly. “When are we getting to Christophsis?”

“Should be there within the hour, sir,” Rex replied immediately.

“Great.” She tried to peer through Rex’s helmet, but unsurprisingly, she only had the downturned expression plastered on the front to work with. Rex was not expecting to see a five-inch-tall Jedi -- that much was obvious. Her worry lied more in the possibility that she was embarrassing him just by being here.

“I’m sure Anakin will become bored and come join us in, oh, five minutes or so,” Obi-Wan cut into her thoughts with a smug smile, throwing a glance to his friend as he walked out.

“For mission prep? You know me so well,” Anakin shot back with a smirk, turning back to the window.

Before Obi-Wan left the room, he turned to Rex, who was all but frozen to his spot.

“Do come and join us when you’re done here,” he said shortly. Rex could only nod.

Once the doors finally closed behind him, he stiffly made his way to Anakin’s side and took off his helmet.

“Rex…” Anakin sighed, already prepared for the conversation they were about to have.

“Sir, you know I mean no disrespect…” Rex paused to see if Anakin would say something witty to that. He didn’t. “...but I’m not sure how well my men are going to respond to taking orders from someone who can fit in the palm of their hand. Especially someone who hasn’t done this before.”

“Rex, she’s a Jedi knight, just like me. She wouldn’t have achieved that rank if she wasn’t fully capable.”

“I--I believe you, General. It’s just… well, they’re used to the way things work. We’re used to a Jedi leading us through battle.”

“And she can’t do that?”

“Well, it’s not like she can cut through clankers like you or General Kenobi.”

Anakin was prepared for this, but it still didn’t change the awkwardness of the conversation. He knew how fierce of a Jedi she was. Rex didn’t. He was hoping this mission could change things. He knew as well as anyone else that a warrior of her size would wreak havoc against the Separatists if used properly. Plus, he knew how painfully boring it was to be stuck inside the temple all the time. He wanted this to work for her.

“Her strengths lie in other areas. She doesn’t need to cut through droids like me and Obi-Wan,” Anakin said, putting his hand on Rex’s shoulder. “Given the world she’s grown up in… the things she’s had to overcome… I’d say she’s the bravest out of all of us.”

Rex hummed and turned his gaze to the front of the ship. He never really grew tired of the swirling brilliant blue of hyperspace. He found himself wondering if it looked any different five inches off the ground.

“...I should go brief the men,” Rex said finally.

“Yeah,” Anakin said, pursing his lips. “You probably should.”

#g/t #writing yoda is so fucking funny to me i laugh every time i try and reverse engineer a sentence for him #can you believe this is the first oc i've ever posted to the internet #it's so intimidating but i rlly hope yall enjoy!#writing star wars is so daunting to me but #i have so many ideas for one shots and things #so expect more soon :)#star wars g/t #giant/tiny

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whump-captain · 3 years

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No. 26 - You will go down with this ship

fallen | waterfall | trap door

and

No. 11 - Just keep swimming

adrift | drowning | dehydration

(1500 words, OC)

it’s finished! it’s still long as heck but i shaved it down and made it actually make sense. there’s lots of gratuitous descriptions that aren’t even whump here but i like them too much to slash them lol

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CN: drowning, fall from height, broken bones, internal injuries, paranormal occurrences, (probably wildly inaccurate) resuscitation

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The job is straightforward: a scaffolding worker from a construction site near the river somewhere down in Greenwich called in strange sounds and movements in the night, silhouettes marching across the half-renovated pier. The foreman said it's nothing, but the worker is worried, see, cause legend is someone died on that pier at some point and it’s possible that their soul is too restless to allow the renovations to be finished.

Cutter listens to all of that while drinking coffee from a metal mug in the temporarily erected break room on the site where the worker asked to meet - late at night. He nods and agrees, makes some small-talk about how those in charge always seem to be the dumbest, which succeeds in bringing the client completely to his side; all the while, he’s casting a careful eye all across the tiny room. There’s a kitchenette in the corner with a kettle and a microwave, a portable radiator that has clearly seen better days, a lamp on the solitary desk, and a metal cabinet filled half with folders and half with the clutter of the workers’ personal belongings. Once he’s happy with what he saw, he lets the client lead him out to the riverbank, where the supposedly haunted pier stands.

The client doesn’t follow him. He hangs back on the bank, sweeping the darkness with the faint beam from his flashlight, while Cutter steps between the metal barriers and onto the pier. It stretches out a good thirty meters into the river and the metal planks that make up its surface creak under his feet. He picks his steps carefully, aware of the gaps between through which the pitch-black, wrinkled waters of the Thames peek. The tide is low - the muddy strip of land under the bank's concrete cliff is visible - but this far in the river is deep and the chill of the wind makes it feel as if the water is radiating cold.

It doesn't take long for Cutter's eyes to grow accustomed to the dark. He throws one last glance back at the silhouette of the client back on the bank; and then he begins the show. He pulls out his scanner, a clunky metal box dotted with worn buttons and armed with a long, extendable antenna. The machine beeps to life and makes a laboured mechanical clack that then falls into a rhythmical knocking - the story is it will change frequency when it detects something supernatural.

In reality, Cutter has done most of the detecting before the client even stopped talking. There was no gas in the break room, which means it couldn't be a leak. The radiator, though old, seemed up to the standards and the one folder that laid on the desk, not in the mess of the cabinet, was the one labeled "Checks". That brief inspection told him the place is well-built, well-managed and most likely isn't leaking any chemicals, which is where ninety percent of all "hauntings" begin and end - and therefore, what ninety percent of his job is.

The remaining ten percent is intuition. Out on the pier, there is less to observe and more chance to notice the less obvious. The subtle change in the air, the tingling sort of tension one feels when sharing air with something truly out of this world. Cutter got better at noticing it over the past year. What used to be a vague feeling of unease and misbelonging is now a physical sensation, a tightness in his chest that centers itself right over his sternum, where he carries the scar.

He feels that tightness now. There is something on that pier, something beyond the wind and the fog. Under the creaking of swaying metal there is another sound, a barely audible scraping like a rat in the walls. With a sudden breeze, the air swirls, the fog sticks to the handrails and settles on the floor.

The fog which, he realizes, was not there a minute ago.

Rapidly, like paint staining fabric, a layer of blackened rust spreads over the metal of the pier. The wind picks up and suddenly there's a voice on it, shrieking incomprehensible words with the melody of a hurricane.

It's time to call for backup.

Cutter takes a step back.

The floorboard snaps under his foot, crumbling away into rust. He plummets, the pier comes down around him; there’s nothing to grab. For a single heartbeat, everything collapses to a pin point directly ahead - and then he hits the water.

All sound cuts off abruptly. Freezing cold constricts around him and it's like a strike of lightning, shock spears his head in a white flash. Weightless, he feels himself falling. Gravity drags him down slowly, everything feels impossibly heavy. Cold takes over his thoughts too and then slams them into overdrive. Swim. He has to swim.

He kicks up, pushes wide with his arms - and then pain explodes in his shoulder. Miraculously, he forces himself not to cry out, not to lose what air he still has. His shoulder burns like living flame, he can't move it; but he has to, the impossible weight of his own body keeps pulling him down. It's pitch black all around, the pressure rings in his ears. It feels like being bound in ice, squeezed and stabbed from all directions by cold so piercing it's almost numb.

Desperately, he tries to reach up but something else inside him rips, pain tears through him again, bursting out of his chest. A sudden warmth blooms out in front of his face and Cutter realizes it's blood; his own, escaping from between his clenched teeth. His lungs burn now, starved for air and damaged, pressure builds to a flame of pure agony. He thrashes, half fighting and half convulsing, his body can't keep up with the panic that powers it now. The pain, the cold, the dark, it's all racing, all suffocating, he can't-

Something hits the water next to him. The sound is deafening, like a gunshot right by his ear, and the shape blackens the dark even more. It's below him, somehow. It will drag him down. But there's no choice; no time as his lungs scream for air, as pain blinds him to all but the one single goal. With his good arm he grabs at the shadow, his hand locks on it like a vice. The sudden motion sends lightning through his body and this time he shouts, he can't control it. Air bubbles burst out of his mouth in the pitch darkness; immediately there's a blade of pure ice stabbing through his chest as he inhales water. Something yanks him up, his body twitches. Consciousness sizzles and blinks away.

He doesn't feel his head break the surface. His hand is still in a death grip on the life buoy, enough to be dragged up and out towards the muddy bank. The construction worker, his client, wastes no time; he hauls Cutter out onto solid ground and lays him down on his back, crooks his head sideways. Blood pours out of Cutter's mouth, mixed with river water. The client, thanking God that he still had that stupid CPR shield keyring on his keys, powers through what he remembers from first aid training.

It only takes two rescue breaths. Cutter suddenly convulses and then he's coughing, desperate and painful, sputtering blood and water. Every hungry gasp comes in a stab of pain, setting his broken ribs alight again but he keeps forcing air into his body, breath after impossible breath. Slowly, the violent coughing subsides; he wrestles a fraction of control over his lungs and grabs on to it like a lifeline. His wheezing gasps slowly even out and turn into rasping groans.

He lets his head drop down into the mud. There's a foul, stale taste in his mouth and so many things in his torso hurt so much that it all blends into one nauseating haze. Wet hair sticks to his face and his clothes weigh down on him like lead. Or maybe it's the exhaustion that suddenly took him. Everything goes blurry again.

"Hey, mate!" A sudden voice snaps him back to reality and his eyes flutter. The client crouches next to him, his face a mixture of fear and concern. "Don't you pass out on me. I saw you fall, I saw that bloody demon break the pier under you. I pulled you out, but you were gone there for a moment, properly unresponsive. Should I call someone? D'you need an ambulance?"

The man's frantic chatter fades out into white noise as Cutter, with inhuman effort, reigns in his thoughts and forces his mind to work. Right. Demon. Or, more likely, a decay elemental or something along these lines. Something unquestionably above his pay grade.

A job for Elaine.

"I need to make a phonecall," he chokes out.

#whumptober2021 #no. 11 #drowning #no. 26 #fallen #oc #writing #ghosts #broken bones #internal bleeding #graphic depictions of london #long post #i think the longest yet lmao #i do wanna keep all the descriptions of cutter's work tho #gives some context #yes he lies to people for a living but don't call him out bc he has the justifications locked and loaded it's not worth it

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lyranova · 3 years

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A Good Night for Eavesdropping

Hi guys~! So I did it, I actually wrote something lol its a short story for my OC Neva. I thought this would maybe be a good test run before I tried writing canon characters or fanfiction stories. Hopefully its good, I haven’t written in five years so I apologize if it isn’t very good. Also, this came out more angsty than I intended. So for some context this takes place before the Magic knights entrance exam, I hope you guys enjoy~! 😊

Genre: Maybe angst

Word Count: 1,206

Warnings; Language, Some self doubt, also slight angst

It was hot. Too hot. Neva could never sleep when it was this hot, it almost felt like the weather was trying to suffocate her or something. ‘What time is it?’ She wondered as she looked out the window next to her bed, it was likely around midnight if she were to guess. Neva had been tossing and turning ever since she had gone to her room and tried to sleep; but she knew what some of her problem was. She was restless. The Captain hadn’t sent her out on a mission for nearly two weeks and she was beginning to develop cabin fever. Neva at first thought maybe the Captain was giving her a well deserved rest; but after three days of not being sent anywhere she began to grow concerned. ‘Have I done something wrong? Did I screw up the last mission somehow?’ Were the first thoughts that ran through her mind.

Growing tired of letting her mind race, Neva threw her blankets off and opened her window. She sighed in relief as a cool breeze swept through and she already began to feel a lot better. Neva rested her arms against the window sill and just stared out over the grounds of their headquarters, she had felt very lucky to have made it into what was considered the strongest squad in the Clover Kingdom. Most people would kill to be where she was, and yet she didn’t feel satisfied with her place in the squad. Neva didn’t just want to be a member of the Golden Dawn she wanted to lead the Golden Dawn. Eventually. That was her goal; to become the Captain and lead the squad just like their current Captain has. But first she had to work her way up through the ranks and in order for that to happen, she needed to be sent out on missions and do well.

Neva was startled out of her thoughts as she saw a flicker of orange out of the corner of her eye. It was a lantern. She sat up straight as she looked down, there wasn’t only just one lantern but two. ‘What are they doing out so late?’ She wondered as she leaned forward slightly, all she could make out was two mens silhouettes before the light of the lanterns illuminated their faces. It was Exto and Lumis, ‘Oh that’s right; they went out on a mission this afternoon.’ She sighed in relief as she suddenly remembered that fact, she had been so consumed by her thoughts she had nearly failed to notice anyone from the squad was missing. Neva made a mental note to never let that happen again.

“ Geez that mission was a pain in the ass.” Lumis’ voice traveled up to Neva’s window, she wasn’t one to eavesdrop but she was genuinely curious about their conversation.

“ I agree. But someone had to do it and the Captain seemed to think you and I were more than capable to handle it.” Exto’s deep voice boomed, even if her window was closed Neva was sure she could still hear Exto speak. Neva swore she could almost see Lumis’s eyes roll at his answer.

“ Yeah but it would’ve been a lot easier if we had someone like Neva with us.” Lumis looked over at Exto. “ Why hasn’t the Captain sent her out on any missions recently anyway?”

“ I don’t know. But I’m sure the Captain has his reasons.” Was Exto’s short reply, Neva huffed in annoyance. Of course he wouldn’t know, the only person that would possibly know were the Captain and the Vice Captain. Suddenly the lanterns stopped moving, she could see what appeared to be Lumis turn toward Exto.

“ What’s her deal anyway?” Exto hummed at the question, almost like he was confused. “ I mean, she’s cold. She’ll only go out on solo missions, she doesn’t hardly speak to anyone, does anyone even know anything about her other than what type of magic she wields?” Lumis finished exasperated. Neva watched him visibly relax, as though a weight had been lifted off his chest. It was a long minute before Exto replied.

“ So?” Was his curt reply, both Neva and Lumis were shocked at Exto’s bluntness. “ She’s a private person. Just because someone doesn’t want to share their entire life’s story, like you, doesn’t make them a bad person. If Neva wants you to know about her life, than she’ll tell you.” Exto began to walk again after finishing his sentence while Lumis gaped at him like a fish out of water.

“ I-I don’t share my entire life’s story with everyone!” Lumis shouted, and a snort was his reply. He huffed indignantly before continuing, “ I guess what I’m saying is, I don’t like her, I don’t trust her, and apparently I’m not the only one. How could I trust someone who doesn’t even want to get to know anyones names?” Neva’s heart sank at this, ‘But, I do know your name Lumis. I know everyone's name.’ If anything that was one thing she made sure she did, she made sure to commit every single persons name to memory.

Exto stopped to look at Lumis, a thoughtful look on his face, as though he were weighing his words. “ You don’t have to like her. But I would recommend trusting her-“ He held up his hand as Lumis began to interrupt. “ Neva is one of the strongest in this squad, which you have admitted. I would rather have her fight alongside me than against me. Besides, if the Captain trusts her than so do I.” Exto began walking again and Lumis slowly followed. Neva decided it would be best if she closed her windows and stopped eavesdropping.

Neva sat with her back against her head-board and began to think. ‘So, that's what everyone thinks of me? That I’m cold?’ A part of her felt disheartened at the thought that some of her squad mates felt like she didn’t care about them, that she couldn’t be trusted to watch their backs. But at the same time that's what she wanted; she wanted them to stay at a distance. There was a reason Neva didn’t let anyone get close, she refused to lose anyone she was close to ever again. Her heart couldn’t take that kind of pain again. So it was best for everyone if she kept herself closed off, or at least in her mind it was. ‘It’s better this way.’ She concluded with a nod of her head, ‘It’s the only way to keep myself and everyone safe! But-‘ a small voice in her head spoke. ‘Is it really keeping anyone else safe? I mean, from what I can tell, the only one it’s keeping safe is you.’ Neva shook her head forcefully, she knew it was her conscience speaking but right now she really didn’t feel like listening to it.

With a quiet sigh, Neva laid back down in her bed and closed her eyes, deciding it would be in her best interest to get some sleep. After all, the magic knights entrance exam was tomorrow, she silently wondered if they would receive any new recruits.

Again I apologize if its not that good, but thanks for taking the time to read it and I hope you have a good day 💕~!

#oc neva #writing #first time i wrote in years #first short story? maybe?

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palepinkycat · 4 years

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Tul’lius for the OC interaction ask? c:

A BLUEBERRY, I- 💗👄💗

Oh, I just HAVE to write Izatt's thoughts on him, even though it goes totally against my canon - Izatt hasn't said a single word since Ziost's destruction, Cithar's the only person who's able to communicate with him. BUT THEY ARE BOTH SWEET BOIS, LET THEM INTERACT. They even - almost - share the same hairstyle, it can't be an accident!

~ This answer's going to be a bit different from the other ones because, well, Izatt is different lol ~

Tul'lius enters a tiny, cluttered room. He cannot see anything in the dark but could swear he senses someone else's presence.

A shaft of light falls on a silhouette curled up in the corner.

"You are very in love," Izatt says after a while. Big, pale eyes are now penetrating the chiss. "Love is good. It makes you good. It makes you better. Wha-" he stops and hides his head between his knees. Tul'lius tries to approach him but as soon as he makes a move, Izatt is back to his normal position. He starts playing with his fingers again as if nothing happened. "You tried to save the slaves... I'm sorry we did that to you."

"I think they are rather soft to the touch." The boy's voice is monotone, as if he was devoid of any emotion. "You are kind," he says staring off into space. "You care for the living things, you tend to all of them. Even plants." His attention is now focused on playing with his fingers. "I like plants." For a moment, Tul'lius can almost see a gentle smile on his face. "I used to leave flowers on my friend's things but it made them die. Do you kill your plants too?" Silence fills the room.

#i can hear izatt saying 'you are kind' in a way you just??#want to run away because WTF IS THIS THING #he tries to be nice i swear #even though he sounds like he doesn't mean it #being possessed by valky can do that to you #thank you for the ask!!!#i love tully to pieces he's such a sweet boi 😭#oc opinions ask #my art #oc:izatt #other people's ocs #swtor #swtor oc #sith pureblood #swtor fanart

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stainandscribble · 4 years

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Revenant (Part 6)

Pairing: Baekhyun X OC (Original Female Character)

Genre: Baekhyun Witch AU; fluff; fantasy; angst

Summary: To witches, names hold power, and Eleonora happens to have a very dangerous gift, one that can be deadly when misused- she has the ability to read names, true names that the witches and warlocks share only with people of utmost trust. It is a secret she hopes to take to her grave. Baekhyun had left his coven, and joined one with Suho’s. They too, possess unspeakable gifts. When Junmyeon warns him of his marriage, Baekhyun begins preparing, but so does Eleonora. With the veil thinning, and the darker half approaching, will their secrets stay safe? Or will the world burn?

A/N: this chapter ended up quite long, so I enjoy the extra content lol. Tagging @lovebuginlove @bbyunz . Yayun is transcribed from characters elegant (ya 雅 ) cloud (yun 云).

PART 1 PART 2 PART 3 PART 4 PART 5 PART 6 PART 7

Word Count: 5173

Lu Han sat at the breakfast table with his brothers. Charms of protection twinkled with magic beside windows and doors, the smell of sage was fragrant as it hung in the air. He could tell his brothers were speaking, he watched with kind eyes as their lips moved, but Lu Han could not hear them.

“She is the sacred thirteen.”

The words rang through his head, the voice was unfamiliar, conjured by his mind during sleep to fill the ringing silence of his dream. He sat with his brothers at the table, but Lu Han might as well have been a million miles away. The dream that was not a dream replayed in his head, and he recognised it. He had spent his education honing the craft of clairvoyance, and if his families coven taught him anything, it was how to recognise a prophecy.

In his dream, he had seen hi brothers; bared witness to the coming together of the twelve. In the chaos of his dream, he found Yixing, or maybe Yixing had found him. His eyes, dark and distrusting burned into Lu Han, and the man could do nothing but send a small smile his way, watching the distrust morph into an expression of pain, bubbling just under the surface, but never daring to leave his eyes. Lu Han saw tears that refused to spill, and he knew that what had transpired at that moment between them was heartbreak. Nestled into the tender warmth of his chest, kept in the bone confinement of his ribs by his pericardium was heartbreak, making a home of him.

Two brothers stood opposite each other, both in pain, both restless.

Unable to speak, Lu Han watched, feeling love fighting for survival among the broken pieces of his heart in an attempt to stick them back together. Unable to scream, he felt his heart snap back into place, right before Yixing disappeared, and with him went the rest of his brothers. In the darkness, he was left alone, but only for a moment.

In their place, the only human figure in the darkness, stood a woman.

Lu Han did not know her. She was not death, not life nor one of the three fates. She was mortal, just like him.

She knew his name.

Rather, she would learn to know his name. He watched her lips move around the syllables, no sound passing through them. The silence was ringing in his ears, the echo of the power of his name had made him heavy, but to his surprise, it had not made him uneasy. Lu Han felt no discomfort at the thought that she knew his true name. She was not the adversary.

The darkness dissolved into light, and the prophecy that had come to him in his dream settled over him like a weighted blanket, heavy but not uncomfortable.

And as he sat at breakfast, it weighed on him still.

“Yixing called.” Yifan’s voice brought him back to the present. The deep rumble of his voice was comforting, familiar.

“He is coming.” Yifan told them, and Tao had let go of his coffee, letting the cup spill brown liquid over the wooden table. He could see the shock in the younger’s eyes, his dark circles deepening with the revelation. It was as if rest had left him. Yifan too, looked aged, if even for a second. He worried, brows furrowed and lips pulled in a tight line as is fingers combed through his black hair.

Lu Han recognised the darkness swirling behind their irises, he was familiar with the glassy sheen of tears in their eyes. Lu Han knew heartbreak when he saw it. It was the same broken look Yixing had given him in his dream.

“Good.” Lu Han answered, his voice soft and reassuring. His almond-shaped brown eyes became smaller when he smiled, his full lips turned upwards into a small smile, the same one he had given Yixing in his dream.

He was the only one of his brothers who didn’t look heartbroken. He had already put his heart back together, or at least he knew he would eventually do so. That knowledge allowed him to smile, and Tao smiled back. It was a broken rueful smile, but a smile nonetheless.

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Hours later, Yixing had finally landed, comforted by the steady unyielding ground beneath his feet. He had travelled across the country, to his brothers. Back to his brothers, and yet away from them. It was a strange feeling, he thought, to be two halves of a Circle, never whole.

At the airport, it had been Lu Han who came to greet him. The lean man looked as if he had not aged a day. He had grown out his hair longer, the curtains of his fringe parting in the middle, a serene expression painted over his features. No worry creased his brows, not tension pursed his lips together. Just like in his dream, Yixing watched him a little breathless, the memory of the prophecy fresh in his mind mixing with the heartbreak in Junmyeon’s eyes. His brothers were reluctant to let him go. they loved him enough to let him anyway, and now he was standing in front of his brother as if in a dream.

“I saw you.” Lu Han told him, eyes wide with happiness as he stood in front of Yixing, taking in the tired silhouette of his brother, his eyes falling onto the golden band on his ring finger. He smiled then, happy for his brother’s happiness as they finally stood together.

“I saw you too.” Yixing told him, his voice barely a whisper when he spoke, scared of the consequences of their dreams. It was those dangerous dreams, however, that brought him here, to his family, it was those dangerous dreams stitching his family back together, and despite the heartbreak swimming in their eyes, both Yixing and Lu Han saw the buds of love, ready to weave their broken hearts back together.

“Did you see the woman?” Lu Han asked suddenly, and it was then that Yixing was forced to remember that he was a clairvoyant, that he was always a step ahead.

“The woman?” Yixing asked, mind empty for answers. He had not seen a woman in his dreams, nor did Chanyeol or Minseok. Neither did Junmyeon.

“She had blue eyes, vivid and sparkling like sapphires and caramel brown hair.” Lu Han clarified, remembering the way her pink lips spoke his same without making a sound, and the way she made him feel like he would know her, not now, but in the future.

“Do you know her?” Yixing asked and he shook his head, hoping that his brother would have answers. He could see the brief shadow of recognition pass through Yixing’s eyes. He was hopeful he knew.

“I felt like she knew me, or like she would know me one day.” Lu Han continued, a small smile playing on his lips.

“A premonition?” Yixing asked, thinking back to Eleonora’s familiar face, the electric blue eyes, piercing into Junmyeon when they first met, the way she had scrutinised Baekhyun, and how she was starting to fall in love. If she was the one Lu Han had seen, he had no doubt the two would meet. He worried it might be soon.

“I think so.” The slender man nodded, walking Yixing towards his car to take him home.

The drive wasn’t particularly long, it had lasted an hour as they moved to the outskirts of the city, living on the border of another coven. They lived together in a large house with tall windows and a white façade. The garden out front was well-groomed, with no stray flowers or long grass. They had no porch either.

“We are here.” Lu Han had parked his car in the driveway, letting Yixing get out first, before walking him to the door.

“Welcome home.” He spoke when they stepped inside, the warm air kissing their cheeks as they took off their shoes and hung up their coats. Looking out from the living room, Yifan had made his way to his guest, crossing the wide corridor to greet his brother.

“Yixing.” He spoke, and although there was little emotion in his voice, and the hand that reached out to him was done out of politeness, Yixing didn’t mind.

“Yifan.” He greeted the tall man, completely ignorant of the deep stare he was getting. Yifan’s dark eyes looked even darker when they looked over his brother.

“Zitao.” Yixing had called out, watching as the youngest made his way down the central stairs, his eyes light with optimism and his lips curved upwards in a smile. Without missing a beat, and without regard for his elders, Zitao had flung himself at Yixing, embracing the man. Without thinking, Yixing hugged him back, feeling the grief and the heartbreak slip away from Zitao’s tall frame.

Lu Han watched, standing now beside Yifan as he looked over the exchange, eyes softening at the sight. His brothers were embracing, and he watched as the heartbreak in Zitao’s eyes turned into something softer, a tender fire burning behind his eyes. Yifan’s gaze fell onto Yixing’s hands, a golden band glimmering in the artificial light of the lamps. He wondered what he had missed, and he wondered what they have missed too. For a short, tender moment their hearts pulled themselves back together, hope planted a seed inside the tender caverns of their chests.

Eventually, Zitao let go, opting for steering his brothers into the warm kitchen.

“What do you need to tell us?” Yifan had asked as they passed the threshold, and Yixing looked around at the three of them, before looking over at the table shoved into the corner by the window.

“Let’s sit.”

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Minseok and his wife, Demi, decided to host dinner the day after Yixing left, trying their hardest to distract themselves from feeling the tug of increasing distance between them and their brother. Their table was long enough to host their coven, including Yixing’s wife, Yayun, who was staying with them while her husband was away. It was well known that during the Thinning one should not be in the house alone, and so as there were only two other married warlocks, she decided to stay with one of them. Minseok happened to be closest since he was right next door. Their living room was pristine, monochromatic in white and black with not a single speck of dust or stray object lying around. Their house, unlike the rest, was very minimalist and modern. However, even they could not go without the charms hanging by their windows and front door. Yellow paper with red writing and red tassels hung by them, and on the windowsill, a small bouquet of dry sage stood in a clear glass, ready for burning. Baekhyun had decided to skip this one out in favour of finally taking his wife to be on a proper date, and Demi and Yayun had supported his decision. They had gone as far as to tell him which flowers to get her, and they had settled on a bouquet of blue dahlias to symbolise a new beginning.

“Have you heard from Yixing yet?” Junmyeon asked when everyone was seated, his hand draped casually over the back of Winnie’s chair. The rest of the coven grew tense, knowing that resentment took time to mellow out, and forgiveness was hard to give. Their deep brown eyes looked at Yayun, who was looking at them through a curtain of short black hair, her eyes equally as dark as their own.

“He called to say he arrived. Lu Han was happy to see him.” Yayun spoke, sipping on her tea as she sat in between Demi and Winnie. Her melodic voice rang through the still air, but her words had put everyone at ease. Their brother was safe and Lu Han had come to greet him, and that was more than they expected. Minseok and Jongdae relaxed in their chair’s returning to their meal if soup and rice.

“We should ask Alethea’s coven about the prophecy.” Yayun turned to look at Junmyeon, a knowing look in her eyes as she regarded the leader with a serious expression. Her pink lips were pressed together in a straight line as she waited for him to say something.

“Why?” Junmyeon asked, leaning over the table to look directly at the small woman.

“Lu Han saw her too.” She spoke, and her voice cut through their peace like a knife. A shiver run down Junmyeon’s spine at the mention of Alethea. His dream was pulled fresh into the front of his mind, the memory of his name was threatening, and the image of water turning to blood was terrifying.

“What did he say?” Junmyeon whispered, half apprehensive of the answer, and half curious as to what the clairvoyant had to say about his dream.

“Thirteen. The sacred number is thirteen.” Yayun spoke, and this time even Jongdae and Minseok put their spoons back down.

“Not twelve?” Jongdae asked.

“Why her?” Jongin had asked, and the rest of his coven had turned to look at him, their eyes falling at the younger member with equal confusion. Why her, was a good question indeed, but they also knew things happen for a reason, and the reasons are not always obvious at first.

“Call her here.” Junmyeon commanded, and even Winnie could not help the look of shock at his decision. If he had seen her as the adversary, but both Baekhyun and Lu Han had seen her in a positive way there had to be more to this than he thought. It was clear now; when three of six had already seen Alethea, that she was significant.

Chanyeol had pulled out his phone, and after calling Baekhyun, he announced that they would be here soon. The coven waited, the severity of their situation weighing down on them, enveloping them in a blanket of silence as they ate the remainder of their dinner.

Baekhyun’s and Alethea’s entrance was announced by the chiming of the bell by the door, and the faint smell of burning sage as they cleansed themselves after walking in.

“You wanted to see me.” Alethea had announced as she walked into the room, her head held high as she looked over to the table.

“Do you know anything about receiving prophecies?” Minseok had asked, his voice was high and soft and as nonintimidating as he could manage. His large eyes gazed up at her in curiosity, waiting for an answer.

“My crone received one in her youth. I don’t know much else.” Her answer was unsatisfactory but expected. There was no reason for her to know much about receiving prophecies. Witches were told about prophecies fulfilling themselves, about prophets who had already been given their prophecies and interpreted them. Prophecies were rare, and prophets even rarer. Sometimes, a single prophet or oracle would receive multiple prophecies in their life. That was their purpose. Those with no clairvoyance were not chosen often.

“We think we are receiving a prophecy.” Jongdae had supplied, and beside Alethea, Baekhyun froze, his eyes turning frantically between Junmyeon and Minseok. The two remained serious and stoic as they watched Alethea’s reaction.

“All of you?” Alethea asked, looking at them with wide electric eyes. After surveying each face, she turned to look over at Baekhyun. He was standing still, his warm palm pressed against the small of her back. He was wearing a dress shirt and black slacks since they had come straight here from their date at the Thai restaurant. Baekhyun met her eyes, his plump lips pressed between his teeth as he bit down on his lower lip and nodded. His eyes darkened, remembering the dream of her being ripped away, and the distress he felt once he woke up, followed by Junmyeon opening the doors to his bedroom with Chanyeol at his feet, both as distressed as him.

“Bit by bit.” Chanyeol spoke, his deep baritone piercing through the still air.

“Why are you telling me this?” Alethea could taste their distress, a sour thing mixed with the metallic aftertaste of fear and adrenalin on her tongue. They were distressed for different reasons, she could taste the subtle differences in Baekhyun and Junmyeon. She didn’t need to taste feelings to know that Junmyeon was worried, his brows creased and wrinkles lined his forehead. She had never seen his eyes so dark, not even during their meeting with her coven. The severity of the situation clung onto her taste buds thick like treacle.

“It involves you.” Junmyeon told her, his voice ringing in the silence, and she didn’t know what to say back.

She could tell it wasn’t good, knowing names had never caused her much trouble, but she had a feeling it would become a problem now. Her power, her best-kept secret, was a weapon of mass destruction if misused, and she hoped she would never break to unleash it.

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Yifan’s kitchen was warm, curtsey to them moving to the warmer part of the country. The sun beamed through the windows in golden rays, and Yixing could not help but think about Baekhyun, and whether his coven was doing alright. His eyes fell onto the three men looking at him now. Their expressions were stoic, lips pressed together and their faces void of any other emotion. Yifan’s eyes told Yixing he apprehensive. His brows were furrowed as he looked on, and his jaw clenched.

“We think it is a prophecy. It comes in threes. Lu Han already received a part of the prophecy.” Yixing wasted no time in telling his brothers what had been happening. There was no reason for sugar-coating and no reason for delay either. None of them knew who the next prophet would be, and no one knew what would happen once they were able to piece the puzzle together.

“It came in a dream last night.” Lu Han confessed when Yifan and Zitao turned to look at him, their wide eyes filled with worry. Yifan’s jaw had gone slack at the revelation, his lips parting, and he looked as if he was about to say something, but no words came out. Instead, the silence filled the air and tension settled over their shoulders.

“Why didn’t you say anything?” Zitao asked.

“Nothing makes sense. Besides,” Lu Han looked away from the youngest to the newcomer, sitting silently in his chair and observing their exchange with deathly scrutiny. “I saw Yixing, and I just knew. I knew I had to wait.” He tried explaining eyes wide with a knowledge the others did not possess.

“What does Junmyeon know that we don’t?” Yifan asked, hands balling as they rested on the table.

“We have other parts. At least some of them.” The gravity in Yixing’s voice was final, settling over them the same way it had settled over Junmyeon and the others when he first revealed that the strange nightmares were a prophecy.

“How many so far?”

“Five.” Yixing answered, not paying any attention to who was asking, all that he focused on was the memory of his dream and the weight of what he had seen.

“I’m the sixth.” Lu Han told them, looking over to Yixing. The clairvoyant watched as his dream passed behind his eyes, an echo of hope that came in a nightmare.

“When will we know the next parts?” Zitao asked, worry creasing his brows. For all he knew, he could be next. Plagued by a nightmare with the possibility of coming true.

“In two nights.” Yixing whispered, looked down at the table, eyes following the grains of the wood as if it was scripture. But just as in holy texts, there was no answer here.

“The woman I saw,” Lu Han began, a feeling of familiarity washing over him when her face passed through his memory, but he never got to finish his question.

“Is Baekhyun’s wife to be.” Yixing cut him off, with the answer.

“She can taste feelings.” Yixing added, thinking that the empathetic ability would make Lu Han excited.

“Cool.” Zitao exclaimed instead, but Yixing could see the appreciation swimming in Lu Han’s dark irises, tender and warm.

“We will go to you.” Yifan’s deep voice brought their attention to the tall man. His dark eyes gleamed in the light of the setting sun.

“It's better to be a whole coven, rather than a bit of it.” He reasoned, and his brothers agreed, waiting for Yixing’s approval. The calm man smiled, and Lu Han mirrored the action, their dreams passing in unison behind their eyes.

“Let’s go home.”

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Eleonora woke up in the middle of the night, the fire alarm blaring and the smell of smoke thick in the air as she breathed in. In the darkness, she made her way to the door, checking if the fire was outside her room by touching the door.

Once her hand met the cool wood, she decided to open it, wondering what could be burning.

When she opened the door, the faint light of the moon illuminated the smoke coming from underneath Baekhyun’s door. She couldn’t hear any movement, and before she knew it, she was reaching for the fire extinguisher at the end of the hallway, quickly making her way into the room.

Behind Baekhyun’s bed, fire blazed, lighting the carpet, the dresser and the curtain of the window beside it.

“Baek?” She tried calling, but when he did not respond, she made her way over to his bed, ripping the covers off of his body and checking for his breathing. Just as she was pulling him out of bed, trying to get them both out of the room, Yeol and Suho burst into the room, both with fire extinguishers.

“Baek?” Loey practically screamed when he saw his brother slumped in Eleonora’s arms.

Suho spared no time as he passed them using the fire extinguisher to quench the fire.

“Take him out.” He had called over his shoulder, and Eleonora watched helplessly as the tall man carried Baekhyun in his arms almost effortlessly.

Once they were outside the building, they watched as the rest of the coven gathered out in front of Baekhyun’s house, Winnie watched as the fire inside receded, wrapped tightly in a shawl as she waited for her husband. Yayun was the first to come over to Eleonora. She watched as the younger girl looked on with wide blow eyes, her hands trembling at her sides as Yeol and Xiumin tried to resuscitate her husband to be. She gave her a shawl to cover herself with and gave her hand a reassuring squeeze. Once Baekhyun had opened his eyes, Xiumin opened a potion vial and slid the liquid down his throat. He coughed, allowing the smoke to escape his lungs in the form of black phlegm.

“What was that?” Chen asked, looking over at Baekhyun, face covered in soot as he knelt on the grass coughing up black phlegm and wiping his watery eyes.

“I think Baekhyun had a nightmare.” Loey told them, crouching beside his friend, patting his back to help the phlegm loose.

“Why would a nightmare set his room on fire?” Eleonora had been distraught, watching as the room burned, and Baekhyun remained unconscious despite the loud squeals of the fire alarm. She had felt scared, terrified at the prospect of losing him, and terrified of the flames eating at the room, orange and hot and deadly. Now, after all of that Loey was telling her he had a nightmare. Witches did not conjure fire in their sleep, there had never been such an accident, and there was no possibility of it happening. Conjuring that could be potentially destructive had to be done through concentration and strict ritual. Neither could be accomplished whilst asleep.

“It doesn’t matter.” Winnie quickly butted in, stopping the answer of Loey’s tongue before it happened.

“It doesn’t matter? He set fire to his house in his sleep!” Eleonora pointed at the smoke still coming out the stained glass window in Baekhyun’s bedroom.

“Don’t concern yourself.” Suho spoke up, his voice carried by the wind as he walked over to the group, empty fire extinguisher at hand. He descended the steps of the front porch, face covered in soot and sweat falling down the sides of his face in clear streams.

“It might have escaped your notice Suho, but we are getting married.” Eleonora spat, watching as Baekhyun caught his breath and sat in the grass, allowing the autumn night to cool down his body.

“Whether you like me or not, doesn’t matter. He is going to be my husband, his affairs concern me.” She told him helping Baekhyun to his feet when he outstretched his hand in her direction. She held him up by the waist, allowing the slim man to lean against her.

“You’re not his wife yet.” Suho told her, not sparing her a glance as he handed the extinguisher over to Soo.

The chill in his voice sent a shiver down Eleonora’s spine. She could taste his hostility and his irritation on her tongue, putrid tastes that accompanied poisonous feelings.

He had made it clear to her then; she was not part of his coven, and she doubted she would ever be one in his mind.

“Come in for some tea.” Demi and Yayun suggested, pulling Eleonora away from Baekhyun, who was passed over to Loey.

Once they sat down in Yayun’s kitchen, the girls began to make tea, handing Eleonora the first mug of steaming amber liquid and sliding an open packet of biscuits across the table. In the living room, Winnie sat beside her husband, wiping black suit off his face. The others sat around the room, eyes darting to check on Baekhyun every once in a while.

“What did you dream?” Minseok asked first, cutting straight to the chase as he looked over at his brother, the panic of the night still swimming in his glassy eyes.

“It faded the moment I woke up, but I know how it made me feel.” Baekhyun shivered, eyes darting to the doorway, looking over at where the light of the kitchen fell onto the floorboards in the corridor, searching for Alethea.

“I cannot shake the feeling there is darkness lurking, just beyond my reach, and my light can’t reach it.” He whispered, his voice small and broken, and Junmyeon thought he had the same broken look Chanyeol had the night of the prophecy. He was afraid, but no one could even begin to guess what was so frightening.

“You can’t tell her about your powers.” Junmyeon chose to warn him, eyeing him sternly as he pouted.

“You told Winnie when she moved in.” The younger accused.

“Listen to your leader.” Junmyeon told him, and the rest of the coven watched the tension build between them, confusion swirling in their eyes. They didn’t see a reason why Alethea should not be told about their powers.

“Why can’t I tell her?” Baekhyun asked, challenging his leader's authority. He stood up, legs still shaky from the lack of oxygen, but his eyes were dark when they looked down at Junmyeon.

“I saw her in my dream too.” He confessed, looking deep into Baekhyun’s eyes, fear and anger swimming in his own.

“In mine, she was the adversary.”

The coven stilled, the revelation stunning them into silence. He had kept it a secret since the beginning, hoping he was wrong, but still wary of the stranger. He had watched as his coven let her in, and he had been conflicted. It was good she had fit in with them, but he wondered if push came to shove, and the time was right, what would be left of his family. He had no idea.

“Junmyeon,” Baekhyun began, his voice weak, but he was cut off.

“Get back to your house. Sleep downstairs if you have to.” Junmyeon told him, standing up and putting a firm reassuring hand on his shoulder, before he left, leaving his brother to their musings and speculations.

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Yixing had returned the day after he arrived. Yifan and the others wanted to waste no time in getting to the bottom of this. It was better to be wary. the Veil was Thinning and Samhain was almost around the corner. They had only two weeks before the 31st, and the Veil was paper thin now, and all kinds of creatures could pass through now. That is why they were now standing in front of Junmyeon’s house, which was currently also serving as the coven house.

“This is where we live now.” Yixing gestured vaguely to the neighbourhood, now coloured in browns and oranges and yellows as the trees lost their leaves and the cold settled in.

“You brought your own homes?” Zitao asked, looking around at the other houses. He could tell which house was Baekhyun’s just by looking. The stained glass windows gave it away.

“Junmyeon and Minseok got married. So did I.” Yixing explained, gesturing to two other houses, side by side with each other.

“Yifan is getting married.” Zitao told him, gesturing to the man who was currently glaring at the house in front of them.

“When?”

“When I figure out what is going on.” Yifan butted in, agitated at the idea that he would have to stay with Junmyeon as they figure out the prophecy.

As if by some great providence, Junmyeon had walked out of his front door, Winnie and Minseok following closely behind him.

“Junmyeon.” Yifan greeted, shaking the other man’s hand, and despite the anger he felt mere seconds ago, he could not bring himself to loath him.

“Yifan. Welcome home.” Junmyeon spoke, letting the lot into his home.

“Is it home?” Yifan asked, and Junmyeon tried to find anger and resentment. When he found none of that, and instead was greeted by his genuine question, he smiled. It was weak and small, but it was real. As if by magic, he felt the pieces of his heart pull together, for a brief moment e remembered what it was like to be whole, and when the feeling faded, he tried chasing it, wanting to feel the same love and content, even if for just a few more seconds.

“We are one coven and one Circle. Your home is my home.” Junmyeon told them, leading them into the living room, where the rest of his coven waited, patiently anticipating their brother’s return. Even if it was just temporary.

“It’s good to be home.” Lu Han was the first to speak, his eyes falling on Sehun and Minseok, side by side as they looked on with hope at their arrival.

“I’m glad you’re here.” Sehun spoke, voice thick when he spoke, and the two didn’t wait any longer before they fell into each other’s arms. Their coven was whole, and although their hearts needed time, Lu Han could tell they would mend. It was their destiny.

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perozoso · 4 years

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Cherries ~ [18+] Part 1

Pairing: Bakugou x OC (female character) x Kirishima (part 2)

Genre/warnings: Smut, Fluff (if you squint), Pro hero GZ at work

A/N: this my first time posting a smut please lemme know how you liked it (or not lol)

She scurried through the narrow, winding alleys, clutching her purse close to her body. She glanced back and saw the man fast approaching her. She suspected him following her ever since she got off the train. Her suspicions were confirmed as he kept following her even when she took a few sudden turns. And that is how she ended up in this alley, far from the main street, which turned out to be a dead end.

She pressed herself against the wall trying her best to blend into the dark shadows.

“You can’t hide from me now sweetheart”, he licked his lips at the sight of the woman backed up into the corner.

She crouched down covering her eyes and prayed with bated breath for someone to rescue her.

She felt her heart thump in her ears as she heard his footsteps approach her. She felt her consciousness slipping away but before she hit the ground she saw a bright light followed by an explosion.

She felt strong arms wrap around her as she was lifted off the ground. Her eyes fluttered open and saw a pair of crimson eyes staring back at her. Nuzzling closer to the warmth, she gave in to her exhaustion and she fell back asleep.

She opened her eyes and stared into the darkness. Adjusting to the lack of light she looked around and observed that it was some sort of office. Stepping tenderly on the cold floor, she made her way to the desk near the floor-length window. She looked at the contents on the desk in an attempt to learn about the owner as her eyes caught on the nameplate. Lifting the glass slab in her hands she traced the name engraved with her fingertips, ‘ground zero’

...

Katsuki was on his usual patrol when he spotted a woman running on the other side of the street and a man following her. Knowing the situation a little too well, he rushed to follow them and thankfully made it in time before anything could happen.

He secured the low rate villain and handed him over to the local police. He turned his attention to the unconscious woman and tried to wake her up. Even if he was on duty, he was still a man and couldn’t help but be aware of her curves underneath her soft dress. He felt his heart tug as she nuzzled into his chest and decided that he had to take her to his office instead of the police station.

...

She swiftly turned around hearing the door lock click. She held her breath as she watched the blond saunter towards her. Nervous, she clenched the glass slab so hard her knuckles turned white.

He reached out and rubbed her fingers, easing the object out of her grasp.

“I am so sorry … I promise did not touch anything on your desk”, the words tumbled out of her mouth before she could think otherwise.

He chuckled softly as he put the object back, “its okay don’t worry about it.”

He shuffled across the room, unlocking his gauntlets.

“It was you who saved me?”

He smirked as he removed the rest of his support gear, “what do you think?”

She giggled softly. “I can’t thank you enough for tonight… I have no idea what would have happened..” she stared at the floor shuddering at the thought of that.

He moved to his coffee machine. “Take a seat miss-”

“Amara”

“Amara …” she shivered as her name rolled off his tongue. “Would you like some coffee, Amara?”

She took a seat on the couch and shook her head and hands furiously. “No no no I couldn’t impose on you like that.”

“It won’t be an imposition... I am making one for myself anyway”

He handed her a warm coffee mug and took a seat next to her, his observant eyes raking over her nervous form, inspecting her for any possible injuries.

“My little brother is a huge fan of yours you know” she laughed nervously, tucking her hair behind her ear.

“Mhm”

“Yea!!! he is obsessed with collecting all of your merch and posters”

“What about you? Do you not like me?”

She bit her lip, pondering over the question. “I do ! … I do like you as well”, she answered blushing, avoiding his eyes.

He drummed his fingers on the coffee mug as he observed her erratic breathing, the rise, and fall of her chest, the way her skirt rode up to expose just enough of her thighs without giving away anything more precious.

She raised the cup to her lips to take a sip, instantly recoiling away from it, hissing in pain as the liquid burnt her taste buds.

She jumped as she felt some of the coffee fall on her bosom leaving behind a deep stain.

He sprung up and took away her coffee, “are you alright? … did you burn yourself?”

He rubbed her back in circles as she coughed and sputtered trying to nod back to him.

He held her against his body and guided her to the bathroom in the back of his office.

As a pro, he found having a shower in his office very convenient given how dirty he gets in some of the battles.

“It is alright...take a shower here if you like.”

She accepted his offer, bowing and apologizing to him frantically.

He shut the door as she stepped into the shower and went to fetch her his spare shirt and towel.

As he raised his hand to knock he heard some bottles knocking down.

Without realizing it, he opened the door and stepped in. “Amara?”

“NO !!!! please don’t come inside.”

He saw her silhouette behind the shower curtain, hugging herself.

“A little clumsy aren’t you?”

She chuckled nervously, “I’m sorry… but umm... may I use your shampoo?”

“Oh, yea sure go ahead. I brought you a towel and one of my spare shirts.”

“Thank you so much could you please leave those on the counter.”

“Sure” he smirked as he placed the fabrics on the sink and proceeded to seat himself on it as well.

He sat back unable to take his eyes off her silhouette knowing she’s bare naked... In his shower…

He felt his pants tighten as more lewd thoughts filled his head. He stroked his clothed erection looking at her perky breasts… even if it was just a shadow…unable to contain his groan.

“...ground zero ..?”

“Bakugou Katsuki”

She peeks out from behind the curtain “you’re not leaving?”

He flashes her a crooked smile and shakes his head.

Gasping at his reply, she put her hand out, “fine… at least give me the towel?”

He again replies by shaking his head, his scarlet orbs full of playfulness.

“Hey come on!!! Please give me the towel… I’m getting cold”

“Say my name”

“Ground zero please?”

“Not that one”

“Bakugou?”

“Nope?”

“Ka...katsuki-kun please !!!”

“Drop the honorifics sweetheart” he climbs down the counter and approaches her.

She trembles, part due to cold and part due to the male approaching her with a smirk glued on his face.

“Katsuki please would you give me the towel???”

He holds out the towel nearly within her reach.

“stop toying with me please” she whines as she stands on her tiptoes to grab it.

“Come and get it, sweetheart, it’s right here”

As she finally manages to secure her hand on it, he tugs at it causing her to stumble flush into his chest.

She struggles to get away from him and cover her decency with her hands. He wraps the towel around her body, pulling her into his arms.

He pokes his nose on her cheek and places a kiss on her jaw, drawing out a strangled moan from her.

She places her hands on his shoulders to support herself while she tries to stabilize herself.

But she’s denied any time for that as Bakugou scoops her in his arms and exits the bathroom.

He places her gently on the couch and wanders back to the coffee machine. Amara pulls the towel closer in a feeble attempt to shield herself from the cold.

He returns back with a mug in his hands and crouched down to her level. She presses her thighs closer together to conceal her exposed core. Her brief action caught by his vigilant eyes.

“Be careful this time. This should warm you up.”

He digs his elbow on the couch, resting his chin in his hand and watches her cautiously sip the liquid.

“I’m sorry...Katsuki”

“For ?”

“All the trouble I caused”

She fidgeted under his intense stare and tried flattening the towel to cover her exposed thighs. He grabbed her wrist, snapping her attention back to him. He took the empty mug from her hands, placing it on the nearby console.

“Then maybe you should make up for it yes?”

She felt his warm breath caress her skin before he pressed a kiss on the inside of her wrist.

“Wha..what do you mean?”

He pressed his body between her legs, forcing them to spread to accommodate him. He placed his hands on either of her sides, caging her between the couch and his body.

He caught her surprised whimper in his kiss, his tongue demanding her to open up. His chest rumbled as he groaned at her for pulling back. Placing his hands on the small of her back, he pressed her closer to him.

As if to punish her, He bit on her lower lip, eliciting a breathless moan from her. He traced kisses from her jaw to the base of her neck, halting just before her cleavage.

She looked down at him with anticipation and instinctively arching her back towards him.

He pressed his lips on her chest and murmured, “you’ll be a good girl for me tonight… yes?”

The vibrations sent tingles all over her body.

She wrapped her hands around his neck, one hand tugging at his hair; she nodded silently.

Growling at her nonverbal reply, he nipped at her collar bone leaving a deep red bruise, “answer me kitten.”

“Yes”

“Yes?”, he squeezed her thigh with a bruising grip.

“ yes I will be a good girl for you tonight”

He grabs the towel with his teeth and yanks it open. He pulls away from her to savor the sight of her wet naked figure. He watches the water droplets fall from her hair, trailing down her chest and resting on her rosy nipples.

“Cherries...,” he murmured as his thumb and forefinger gently pinched the sensitive tip, earning shy whimpers from her. Her nipples felt like ripe berries rolling between his fingers, and suddenly he was overwhelmed by the need to taste her, to draw her nipple deep into his mouth.

He sucked the lithe skin of her breasts, making sure to leave his marks on her. He showered her body with kisses as he slid a finger between her pussy lips.

He holds her chin making her look at him as he presses the finger at her entrance. Dipping it in slightly, he strokes her slit and scoops her juices on his finger. He plunges the finger in her mouth before grabbing her in a deeper kiss, reveling in her sweet-salty flavor.

He lifted her leg above his shoulder as he settled between her legs. He pressed painful kisses on her inner thighs knowing they would be visible whenever she would wear skirts.

She mewled under his ministrations and curled her hand around the nape of his neck, drawing him closer. She squirmed trying to get him to touch her where she needed it the most.

She felt his warm breath caress her leaking slit when he said, “you are an impatient little slut aren’t you? Beg for it kitten”

“Katsuki please…”, her words slurring in the frenzied state as he pressed his fingers on her clit.

He increased the assault on her sensitive spot and demanded, “please what sweetheart?”

“Katsuki please suck me… I need -”

She whined as he buried his head between her legs, lapping at her juices. He plunged his tongue in her heat, relishing the feeling of her walls clamping down on him. She threw her head back on the couch, her hands grabbing his hair as he ate her out hungrily.

Her eyes snapped open at the sound of the door being slammed shut.

“Well well well…. What do we have here?”

#bakugou x reader #katsuki bakugo imagine #bakugou smut #bnha smut #bnha imagines #katsuki bakugo fic

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starl1ght-child · 4 years

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Enthralled

Rezyl Azzir x F!Non-Guardian OC

Chapter 9 : Six Fronts [ WC 2.7K (bro wtf lol) ]

masterlist (also to understand a bit of this chapter, please read the lil headcanon I have for the battle of six fronts.)

Rezyl woke early the next morning to a distant rumble that gently shook their apartment. The Titan was instantly on alert and sliding out of bed. He immediately started to dress and put on his armor when the second rumble came and shook the small collection of his partner’s books off their shelves, which sent her into a startled awakening.

“Rezyl,” his Ghost chirped urgently, “there’s been a message issued out by the Vanguard, the Fallen are mounting an attack on the Wall.”

“How many fronts?” Rezyl asked as he secured the straps of his chest plate.

“So far, four, but they say there’s more coming on the horizon.”

“Rilea, get up,” Rezyl urged as he came around to her side of the bed and pulled her up by her arms. Maker, she was trembling. “C’mon, get up, we’ve gotta move.”

“Rezyl, what’s going on?”

“The Fallen are attacking the Walls.” He slipped his hands into his gauntlets and fastened the armor plating on his forearms. “Your sensor grid may have given us an upper hand and alerted us, but I need you to get to the safety bunkers, find any citizens along the way, and stay there.”

“Rezyl, I can help—” She started to protest as she got herself moving and dressed.

“No, paramour,” he said firmly as he grabbed his Inferno and strapped it to his back. He grabbed his ever reliable Rose and slid the cannon into the holster on his hip. “Get to the bunker and take as many as you can with you. I’ll come find you.” His hand gently held her jaw and lifted her face to him. There was no fear in her eyes as the initial wave of shock had already come and gone. Only that fierce bravery he saw when they first met. “But you do not leave that bunker until I come and get you. These fights are way too much for you to handle now. Please, don’t try to be a hero today, you’ve already nearly died once. Understood?”

She reached up and placed her hand on the back of his, and gently leaned her face into his palm. Coming from him now, it was an order. Not a request. “Understood, Rezyl,” she murmured with a resigned sigh, just as a third temor, this time much closer, shook the Last City. His hands caught her waist as she stumbled and grabbed onto his shoulders for support. “Go. Just promise me you’ll come get me.”

“I promise.”

He leaned down and kissed her before he left, hard and fervid, because every time he left her he feared it was for the last time. He had seen many Guardians die at the hands of pirates. But he was a Titan. He was always stronger than the scavengers that threatened their borders. Always.

“This is Commander Rezyl Azzir reporting in, I’ve received your transmission,” he said over comms, Ghost open in his palm, as he left their house. “I’m going to join up with the rest of the Order, Commander Zavala. Where are they positioned?”

He was out of her earshot before she could hear where he was going. Rilea didn’t hesitate to arm herself. She slid her sidearm into it’s holster on her thigh and slid the gauntlet that held her compact shield onto her forearm. She left her rifle on the shelf as another tremor shook the apartment. She grabbed onto a chair to keep from falling.

When she broke out into the streets, people were filling them, terrified cries and anxious murmurs leaving all of their lips. For a moment, Rilea was frozen among them. They lived close enough to the Wall to see faint silhouettes of Titans taking up their posts. And for a brief moment, she looked at the Traveler above them.

She was never the religious type—her only belief was in fate—but for the first time, she prayed. She prayed the Rezyl would be alright. She prayed that they would hold their position and not falter. She prayed that their Traveler would watch over them.

Rilea climbed up onto a crate and cupped her hands around her mouth. “Everyone!” She shouted, grabbing the attention of the horrified people. “We need to get to the bunkers! Quickly!”

People started to snap out of their trances and started to move closer towards the center of the city. But as usual, terrified people tend to lose sight of reason, and there was shouting and screaming as people tried to push through to get their first. There were plenty of bunkers scattered through each sector, but Maker, fear is a terrifying beast. Rilea stayed towards the back of the crowd to help and stragglers and anyone who had fallen down in the commotion. There were some Guardians among them, mostly warlocks, that tried to keep people calm and reassured that everything would be alright. They helped funnel people to different bunkers and control the spread of panic.

Rilea was about to go down into the bunker when she heard crying. Her head shot up and she looked around, coming back up a couple of stairs she had gone down. The warlock by her side must have heard it too.

“Where’s that coming from?” The Warlock asked.

“I-I don’t know,” Rilea said as she started to look around. “It sounds like a child.”

“I’ll go high and you go low?”

Rilea looked at the Warlock in surprise. Usually in times of crisis, the Guardians told her to hide with the rest of the civilians. This one was different. The woman nodded and the two of them immediately did a sweep of the block.

“I found him!” Rilea shouted as she saw the kid hiding underneath the porch stairs of one of the buildings, tiny hands covering his ears. “Hey, kiddo,” she soothed as she outstretched her arms. “My name’s Rilea.” Slowly the child crawled out from under the porch and into her arms. “Where’s your mum?”

“Something’s wrong with mama,” he cried as he clung onto the woman. “She won’t move.”

The warlock jumped down to her. “What’s wrong?”

“His mother… Where is she, kiddo? Where’s mama?” He pointed a shaking hand to a woman who was knocked unconscious a couple of houses down; hidden by a banner that had fallen from it’s strings. Just as warning sirens started to blare.

The Fallen were on the Wall.

Rilea placed a hand on the back of the boy’s head and hid his gaze. The Warlock rushed over to the woman and pressed two fingers to her neck. “She’s alive,” he said as he started to pick her up. “She needs medical treatment and fast.”

The two of them ran towards the sector’s hospital, the entire time Rilea kept the boy’s face hidden in her shoulder so he couldn’t see the Wall. The Warlock took the boy from her when the mother was taken away for treatment. “Get back to the bunkers,” they told her. “I’ve got it here.”

“Thank you.” Rilea nodded to them and left the hospital in a hurry. Rezyl told her to stay at the bunkers because it was safer. He said he would come find her. And she promised him she wouldn’t try to be a hero today. She saved a kid and his mother, that was enough heroism for her without risking getting hurt.

— — — — —

The battle waged for hours. Rezyl was fighting alongside an Iron Lord, a fellow commander, and the rest of the Firebreak Order. Magazines were running dry faster than they could be replaced, the Titans alongside him were a wall of metal that never moved, not even when Fallen managed to get up to the top of the Wall. They would die within seconds: ether masks crushed by fists, necks snapped and broken, or by bullets straight through their chests; then their corpses were thrown right back down to the rest. But they never lost ground.

It must have been close to six or seven hours before they heard a deafening battle cry and the Fallen started to pull back. They had called a retreat, their ranks broken from the amount of bloodshed. All six fronts pulled away from the wall and back into the wilderness where they came from.

There was an order to pull back. The Fallen had retreated. The day was theirs. The City was safe. But what about the ground the pirates had gained? There was hesitance among the Firebreak Order. They were waiting for orders from their commanders.

How “safe” was safe?

“Azzir!” Rezyl looked up at the Iron Lord that approached him, his fellow commander, Lord Radegast. “Gather your men. We’re not pulling back now.”

Rezyl Azzir grinned beneath his helm and nodded. He turned back to the Titans by his side, all reloading empty magazines, pauldrons splattered with blood, but fierce resolve on their shoulders. He loaded more lead into his Rose and snapped the chamber shut with a flick of his wrist. He and the Iron Lord met up again at the edge of the wall, staring down at the scorched land below.

“Firebreak!” Radegast’s voice boomed over their command and everyone was at attention. “Into formation!”

“How far do you think we can get before sundown?” Rezyl asked. “We’ve got about four hours.”

“A few miles, maybe. We’ll reclaim as much as we can.”

The Striker chuckled. “Let’s aim for five.”

“Well, then,” The Iron Lord and Rezyl Azzir raised an arm. “Let’s get moving.” They simultaneously dropped their arms and pointed forward, shouting the orders to march forward and reclaim the land the Fallen had stolen from them. As their fellow Titans started to descend down the Wall, the two Commanders exchanged a look, nodded, and followed them down.

— — — — —

When citizens started to rejoice that the battle was over, Rilea was frozen. The battle was over. It was over. So where was he?

Every hour, every minute that passed where he didn’t turn up, was a reason for fear. She asked any Titan she saw returning if they knew where he was. No one ever had any answers.

The sky burned red and violet as the sun began to set and the air was getting chilly with the autumn wind. Winter was just around the corner. She was still sitting on a crate outside the bunker, freezing and shivering, but refusing to move. The warlock she had run into that morning had heard she was still there, so he brought her a blanket and draped it around her shoulders.

“Do you know what order he was with?” the man asked her quietly.

“No… he never told me.” She didn’t even look up at him. She had chosen to focus on small detailed repairs on her shield. It didn’t need to be fixed, but ever since the first attack on the City where it was broken, it wasn’t as responsive to her hand’s movements.

“Well… the Firebreak Order never returned after everyone was told to pull back when the Fallen retreated. There’s a chance—”

“Look, I don’t mean any offense, but…” She finished screwing on the cover panel on her forearm. “Please just… leave me be.”

The Warlock didn’t say another word, but he heeded her request and left her alone where she sat. Daylight was slipping away every minute. Hope was slipping through her fingers like sand in an hourglass.

She didn’t even look up when a pair of greaves appeared in front of her. She had listened to enough people today telling her to have faith. When she did look over at them, she recognized the etchings that embroidered them with gold. Her hands were shaking at this point, a combination from the cold, the relief, and the slight bit of anger she felt that he didn’t tell her he was going to be gone for so long after the battle had ended.

Rezyl sighed softly and knelt down on one knee in front of her. He took the small screwdriver out of her hands and replaced it with his own. He gently kissed the back of her hand and tilted his head a bit to the side, trying to catch her gaze. “I’m sorry I’m late,” he apologized quietly, tilting his head again when he saw her lashes flick upwards a bit. “We were ordered to fall back after they retreated, yes, but we decided to push them back as far as we could.”

“How far did you get?” Rilea asked, her voice small and choked.

“Five miles.”

He watched her shoulders sink as a sigh left her lips. He felt relief when she finally met his gaze. A shaking hand reached up and touched his face as if to make sure he was real. “I thought you were dead,” she whispered quietly.

“I would never leave you like that,” he assured. “It takes a lot more than some scavengers to kill me.”

She let out a small laugh, a beautiful sound that filled his heart. “Yes, I suppose that’s true. You’re too stubborn to die.”

Now he was laughing. “I thought you were the stubborn one.” He reached up and brushed the hair off her face. Her hair was getting longer, but it gave him more reason to touch her and brush her hair out of her eyes. “Let’s go home, paramour.”

As she stood by his side and they walked home, Rezyl’s Ghost appeared on his shoulder. “Lord Radegast is dealing with the Consensus for you two disobeying orders. He said to let him worry about it.” His Ghost swirled around Rilea’s head and she laughed.

“Why? Does he know? About us?”

“I think he suspects,” Rezyl admitted. “But he’s not the kind of man to ask too many questions.” He noticed that his love’s eyes were on his Ghost, mystified and marveling at the small AI. He gently reached down and grabbed the back of her hand, and flipped it palm up. His Ghost settled in her palm and she froze, eyes wide as she looked up at him. He tilted his head a bit with a smile. “I trust you,” he murmured. “I call him Amit. I always just call him Ghost around other people, but you can be trusted with his name.”

Rilea held the Ghost in her hands carefully, like if she held too tight he would crumble. “Amit…” she mumbled softly, her eyes softening as her lips curled in a gentle smile. He floated up to her eye level with a twirl. Her smile grew brighter and she gently kissed the top of his shell. Rezyl laughed as Amit made a series of beeps and chirps in embarrassment, seeming to forget about his words.

When they stood on their doorstep, night had fallen and covered the City in darkness, the only light coming from street lamps and from lit windows. Rilea walked inside without hesitation, but Rezyl lingered for a beat, his eyes on Luna, his hand a tight grip around the railing.

“Rezyl?” Rilea’s voice cut through his train of thought and he immediately relaxed his posture as he looked over at her. Her face was written with concern as she stepped back out onto the steps. She gently placed a hand on his arm. “Is everything okay?”

“Yeah…” He hummed with a small tilt of his head as he reached over and placed his hand on top of hers. “Everything’s fine. Now get you pretty little butt inside, it’s getting cold at night and you—” he reached over and gently pulled on the collar of her thin shirt “—are not dressed for it.”

Her cheeks flushed and she looked at him with raised brows, softly biting on her bottom lip through a grin. Fuck, he cursed to himself as his thoughts started to turn darker, greedier. She’s doing it again.

“Fine,” she purred. “I’ll go back inside...” She reached over and brushed her hand over the fur in his collar “...but only if you come with me and get all this armor off.”

Now Rezyl was giving her an eager smile as he quickly picked her up by her waist and pulled her against his chest. Her legs swung around his hips as a gleeful laugh left her lips. He pushed the door open with his foot and chuckled as he pressed his face into her neck.

“Is that supposed to be a threat, paramour?” He asked as he shut the door behind them.

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a/n: Not gonna lie, I had a little too much fun writing this one

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Love/Lust Prompt

(Thomas Hunt x oc*Amanda) in repentance of yesterday's angst prompt 😂

(Thomas x Amanda) and poor (Maxwell x Nadia) short taken from And Then I Met You storyline .

A/N Dear Anonymous, your last angst request got me into hot water, LOL. I take full responsibility for it since I came up with the words. In order to get out of said hot water, I must revert back to steamy fluff. 😏

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The Uninvited

The night had been relived for the most part in memory of the first award's show Thomas and Amanda attended together. The only thing different was that they were a married couple now. They decided to follow through with all they had been tempted to do during that special night a year earlier. After all, they knew they had begun falling in love on that particular night.

He had started to succumb to temptation the moment she came downstairs. Though the dress she had on was not red like the previous year’s, she had kept it sleeveless as he requested. Once he saw her in the black dress, he pulled her close for a kiss. They almost didn't make it out the door in time.

The back of the limo became a place for each to whisper, kiss, and touch to their heart's content or at least until they arrived at their destination.

They smiled for pictures and answered questions as they walked the red carpet. Thomas had kept his arm firmly around her waist, while whispering all he wanted to do to her.

Her eyes dropped while a smile formed. She decided that two could play that game and managed to whisper quite a few suggestions during the show. He squirmed in his seat while occasionally lifting her hand to his lips.

Thomas continued the heated touches and brush of lips in a dark corner of one of the after parties.

"We need to dance." Amanda murmered in a breathless voice.

His lips grazed her ear when he spoke. "And why is that?"

She turned around and pressed her body against his. "Because you never danced with me that night." Her eyes dropped down to his lips. "I had hoped you would ask me but you were too busy talking to others."

His breath caught when she caressed him. "One dance." He stated. "Then we go home to continue this."

"Agreed." She captured his lips in a tender kiss. He held her close as the kiss spiraled out of control. She pulled back and looked up at him. "Perhaps we should go home." Her lips curved in a flirty smile. "We can find out what else we wanted to do that night."

He took her hand and quickly led her to the waiting limo. She began to try and push his jacket off once they were hidden from everyone.

"No." He shook his head. "Let's take it slow." He gently laid her down on the seat.

Her eyes widened. "You want to take it slow?"

He nodded before dipping down to kiss her neck. "I want you near to losing your mind with desire for me."

Her hand shook as she brushed her hair out of her face. "And you?"

His lips crashed down on hers. "I went insane wanting you since we first decided to do this."

"And yet you want to continue to tease each other?" She bit down on her lip as his hands drifted down her body.

"Yes." He managed to say.

And so she did and was now driving him even more to his breaking point on their sofa.

Thomas slowly moved his hands up and down Amanda's back as she slid into his lap. Her lips trailed down his throat once she removed his bowtie. The shirt he wore was in the process of being unbuttoned one button at a time.

The agonizingly slow speed had been his idea on the way home. He now regretted teasing her in this same manner in the back of the limo.

He had to have her. He tried to crush her to his body. Thomas dropped his head back against the couch cushions when she grabbed his wrists.

She shook her head no then ever so softly kissed him. "Isn't this exactly what you said you wanted?"

He audibly swallowed when she traced his ear with her tongue. "Yes." He replied in a raspy voice. "But I--"

They looked up in suprirse when the front door to their home was unlocked and opened.

"Who the--" Thomas moved her behind him when he saw the silhouette of a man. He stood ready to defend her against this intruder.

"Hey." Maxwell mumbled. He tossed a bag down and slumped into a chair beside the sofa.

"What are you doing here?" Amanda asked.

"A more important question is how did you get in here?!" Thomas snapped.

"I tried calling earlier. I guess you weren't home. First off, Nadia and I had a fight and she kicked me out of the hotel room we checked in earlier today. Second, Addison let me borrow her key." He held it up. "You guys don't mind if I stay here for the night, do you?"

"No. Of course not." Amanda replied.

"Were there no other rooms for you in that hotel? No other hotels you passed along the way?" Thomas asked. He grunted when Amanda elbowed him.

Maxwell rubbed his face with his hands. "I guess I wasn't thinking. I knew I needed to get out of there fast."

Amanda walked over and patted his back. "I'll make one of the guest rooms ready for you. Is there anything else I can get you?"

"I wouldn't mind a drink." He replied.

Thomas waved his hand toward the wet bar. "Help yourself," He watched his wife begin to climb the stairs. "While I go help her with the room."

"Thanks." Maxwell muttered, walking toward the wet bar. "I just want to go straight to bed."

"I know the feeling." Thomas said under his breath. He hurried upstairs and encountered Amanda loaded down with sheets and blankets.

"Here." She handed some over and walked toward a room near their bedroom.

"Not that one." Thomas stopped her.

Her eyebrow lifted in question. "Why not?"

He stared at her until realization hit. A dark blush formed in the midst of a proud smile. "I see." She lowered her eyes, smiling even more. "Then which room do you suggest?"

"One across town." He whispered. "But since you offered to let him stay here, then we are putting him in this one." He opened the door to the room furthest away from theirs.

They each took a side and began to put fresh linens on the bed. Thomas snorted softly at doing so.

"What is it?" Amanda asked as she fluffed pillows.

"This was not the action that I had planned when we finally got into a bedroom." He grunted when a pillow hit him in the face.

She started laughing at his deadpan expression. "Now Thomas," she skirted out of reach as he began to advance. "I was just playing." She ran out of the room and collided with Maxwell.

"Sorry!" She patted at the spilt cocktail all over his shirt.

"S'alright." He slurred with a big grin. "I'm going to change anyway."

"Where's your bag?" She asked.

"Hmm?" He wobbled a bit. "Dunno."

"Thomas?" She saw the resigned look in his eyes as he went back downstairs to get the bag.

"Come on." Amanda led Maxwell to the bedroom. “Let’s get you in bed.”

"Why am I so far away?" He mumbled, head dropping forward.

"Er..." Amanda blushed. "No reason."

"You're great, you." He hugged her close.

"You're great too." She gently untangled herself, only to trip over his feet and fall on the bed with Maxwell crashing down on top of her.

"Ow." He mumbled in her hair. He then started snoring in her ear.

"Get off!" She gasped. "Maxwell! I can't breathe--" her eyes widened at Thomas lifting him off.

He shook his head in mock frustration. "I leave you alone for two minutes and you already have men trying to get you in their beds."

She laughed and went to Maxwell's bag. She dug through until she found a clean t-shirt and pair of sweatpants. "Here's something comfortable he can wear."

Thomas looked down at Maxwell snoring even louder than before. "This is not remotely close to who I thought I would be undressing tonight."

Amanda covered her mouth as tears built at her suppressed laughter. "I...I will make it up to you."

"Yes, you will." He pushed her outside the room and up against the wall in the hallway. She pulled his head down for a kiss, moaning at the intensity he added to it. His tongue tangled with hers while she curved a leg around his hip.

She pressed her lips to his ear when he released them. “I love you so much.” She whispered.

He pressed closer to her and gently kissed her. “Nowhere near as much as I love you.” He groaned when she passionately responded to his words with a kiss.

He reluctantly lifted his lips from hers. "Let me finish this task and meet you in the bedroom."

She nodded and kissed him again. "Hurry." She urged against his lips.

Thomas softly cursed. "Forget it." He shut Maxwell's door. "He won't die from a damp shirt." He lifted Amanda over his shoulder, ignoring her muffled demands to be put down until he reached their room.

He let her slide down against him slowly, letting them feel every part of the other. His name came out in a gasp. "Thomas."

Their doorbell began to ring followed with intermittent banging.

"If that is who I think it is--" Thomas followed Amanda downstairs. He let out a curse word he normally didn't use when he saw the wife of their uninvited guest.

Nadia looked at them with tears streaming down her face. "I'm sorry. I know it's late but I can't find Maxwell. He isn't answering his phone and I'm so worried he's in a ditch dead somewhere."

Amanda rushed to assure her he was upstairs.

Nadia's tears continued to fall. "He doesn't want to see me does he?"

"He does or did." Thomas added. "He was so disheartened over your fight that he drank quite a bit and passed out."

"Oh." She seemed torn at what to do. "I should go back to the hotel."

"You should stay here." Amanda ignored Thomas emphatically shaking his head no behind Nadia.

"I don't want to put you to any trouble." She mumbled.

"It's no trouble at all." Amanda tried to keep a straight face as Thomas mouthed just how much trouble it was.

"We'll take you to Maxwell's room." She said.

"May I--I can't ask that of you." Nadia gripped her purse.

"What?" Amanda asked.

Thomas covered his face with his hands and slowly let them fall in frustration. He was now convinced that his wife was out to torture him.

"Would it be too much trouble if I had my own room?" Nadia asked.

Thomas quickly spoke up. "Why don't you come upstairs and check on him? He might be awake and want to talk."

"If he's drunk, I don't--" Nadia's eyes widened when Thomas took her by the arm and led her up to Maxwell's room.

"He spilled his drink and I was about to help him into clean clothes." Thomas lied. "I think though he would prefer you doing it."

Nadia placed her hands on her hips as she looked down at her husband with narrowed eyes. Thomas pushed Amanda out and they shut the door.

"Shouldn't we--" Amanda's whisper was cut off by his lips.

"We've done all we can." He mumbled, cupping her rear. "It is up to them now." He turned her facing their room and nudged her forward.

"Maxwell!" Nadia screamed. "Don't you dare!"

Thomas and Amanda jumped and stared at the closed door.

"I'm so sorry." Maxwell said. "But when that guy on the plane hit on you--"

"You had that stewardess fawning all over you!" Nadia yelled. "How was I supposed to--"

Silence fell.

Thomas practically sprinted with Amanda to their room.

"Do you think we should--" Amanda narrowed her eyes at Thomas when he placed his hand over her mouth.

"If your next words involve anything to do with us helping that couple down the hall, I suggest you remain silent." He lowered his hand and waited.

"I was going to ask," she blew a frustrated breath at the lock of hair falling over her eye. "If you think we should lock our bedroom door."

A smile formed on his lips. "I like the way you think, Mrs. Hunt." He clicked the lock in place then returned to the bed.

She gently pushed him back against the pillows. "If you like that," her lips brushed his with each word. "Then you will love this, Mr. Hunt."

And Thomas found that she was right. He loved every single moment after she said those words.

#love prompt #lust prompt #choices thomas hunt #thomas hunt x amanda #rcd thomas hunt #thomas hunt x oc #and then i met you #maxwell x nadia #sorry for the angst #yesterday

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robinrunsfiction · 5 years

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The Fantastic Adventures of Glitter Ghost and Killer Lux - Chapter 1

Co-Written with @mariawritesfanfic

Rating: Teen (for violence)

Requested By: None

Author’s Note: Set in the Danger Days universe, please enjoy this story featuring both the Fabulous Killjoys, the Youngbloods, and a couple of two badass babes who are looking to tear down BLI.

I’m gonna take advantage of the fact that I am the one posting this to give a MASSIVE thank you to Maria for writing this with me. It wouldn’t be half of what you see here if it wasn’t for her help, and I really appreciate her patience with me and my tendency to get a bit too wrapped up in stuff sometimes and probably got kinda annoying with all my inane questions lol

I know I don’t write many OCs, but I really have come to love these two and I hope you do too.

Song recommendations for this chapter: Bad Girls by MIA and I Did Something Bad by Taylor Swift

"Lux, get up. Lux, come on, get up," Glitter Ghost shook Killer Lux's shoulder as she lay on the ground. Suddenly a shot went right over her head. Looking up, she spotted a Drac as it rounded the corner of the burning building. Glitter grumbled as she grabbed her gun and dropped the Drac right where he stood.

"Fastest 'joy in the Zones my ass," Glitter muttered pulling Lux to her feet and hauled her to their car.

She pushed Lux into the passenger seat and climbed into the driver's side. It wouldn't be long before the area was crawling with S/C/A/R/E/C/R/O/W Units and Dracs. The mission went well; she secured the perimeter while Lux got inside and set her explosive that was rigged to a timer. Lux had assured Glitter over and over that she was fast enough on her feet to get out before it blew. But either Lux was wrong, or something happened because she had barely gotten out before the building went up, tossing her body across the ground. Now she was finally coming to, groaning in the passenger seat.

"Lux, you ok? Come on, get it together," Glitter urged worriedly, glancing across the car. Lux just groaned again in response.

The rest of the drive was silent as Glitter sped along the back route until the car started to make a noise she hadn't heard before.

"No, no, no, no!" She said banging on the steering wheel as the vehicle began to slow. She steered it to the side of the road and popped the hood although it was dark and she didn't know what to even start looking for to solve the problem of them being a couple of sitting ducks waiting for Dracs on patrol to come ghost her and Lux. Slamming the hood back down resulted in a wide-eyed and terrified looking Lux staring back at her from the passenger seat.

Glitter sighed and looked up the road. Under the moonlight, she thought she could make out the silhouette of a building not far in the distance.

"Stay down," she said to Lux through the cracked window.

"Huh?"

"Stay down," she shouted, motioning downward. She wasn't sure if Lux was complying or losing consciousness again, but she slid down in the seat.

Glitter jogged toward the silhouette, and as she got closer, she saw that it was an old burned outbuilding of some sort. Enough of the walls were standing that it would offer them shelter until she could puzzle out what was wrong with the car or find someone to help.

She hurried back to the car and opened the back door, pulling out their bags and hauling them over her shoulder, then she opened the passenger side door, causing Lux to jump.

"Shit, you can't hear a thing, can you?" Glitter muttered. She motioned for Lux to get out of the car.

Lux moved slowly, groaning as she stood. "Feel like I got blown up," she mumbled.

"You did," Glitter said close to her friend's ear, as she pulled Lux's left arm over her right shoulder to help her down to the shelter. She just hoped their next move would be clear in the morning.

It was a few days before Killer Lux finally began to get back to her version of normal. Glitter's assumption that her hearing was blown out was correct, but as it slowly came back, it didn't appear to be a permanent injury.

"I'm just glad that my jacket didn't get wrecked," Lux commented as she examined the back of her wine-colored leather motorcycle jacket.

"Yea, because you could've gotten yourself dusted, but what really matters is that your jacket is ok," Glitter scoffed from under the hood of the car.

"But I got out, didn't I?" Lux sassed back.

"Barely."

"I tripped, ok? If I hadn't, I would have made it out no problem. And we'd still be stuck on the side of the road. Can we just walk? There's gotta be someone nearby that can at least help with the car."

Glitter sighed before slamming the hood shut. "Fine, we'll leave when the sun starts to set, so we don't roast alive."

Satisfied with her friend's concession, Lux grinned and started to wander back towards the shelter. The morning sun felt good against her bare shoulders after the frigid desert night. She tugged down the hem of her navy top over her faded black moto jeans and stifled a yawn. When she was back in the shade of their shelter, she pushed her black sunglasses up into her dark brown hair, unstrapped her black blaster and holster from around her thigh and laid down with her back against the wall, using her jacket as a pillow.

Lux really didn't try to worry about much in life. In the Zones, with BLI running things, she knew she wasn't long for this world, no Killjoy was. All she really cared about was having a little fun when she could, helping her partner in crime, Glitter Ghost, take down as many Dracs as possible, and running free in the desert without drawing too much attention to herself.

Not like Glitter, who was made to stand out. With her hot pink hair, a black polka-dotted shirt that strategically revealed just enough of her lace bra, baby pink moto jacket and an ever-present sheen of glitter that defied all logic, she grabbed attention no matter where they went. She was also obviously a total badass with her knee-high combat boots, pink blaster at her side, and at least half a dozen knives on her at any time.

But Lux knew Glitter was also a big softie at heart. They'd roamed a long way together, and she had seen the way Glitter took care of her. She would never leave another 'joy in need stranded.

"Gonna try to rest before tonight?" Lux asked without opening her eyes when she heard Glitter walk in.

"It's my turn to keep watch."

"I'll split it with you," Lux offered. "Who knows how far we'll have to go."

"I'll wake you in the afternoon," Glitter offered.

"Deal," Lux muttered, even though she knew she wouldn't be asleep at any point that day.

The sun had been setting earlier as the end of the year neared, affording them an earlier start up the road. Lux secured her black, and gold leopard print bandana over her face and Glitter pulled up her silver glitter facemask as the duo set out from their shelter. Glitter was on alert to anyone coming up behind them, and Lux watched up ahead.

"Glitter, look," Lux called over her shoulder after what felt like many miles. "Is that the diner?"

"A diner?"

"No, the diner! The one we heard about that one time, remember? Let's go check it out," she replied, leading the way.

News doesn't travel fast in the Zones, especially when Dr. Death Defying's broadcasting equipment was damaged in a clap with the Dracs like it had been recently. But now word of the BLI lab that no one else had been able to infiltrate getting destroyed had reached the diner hideout of the infamous Fabulous Killjoys. Party Poison, his brother Kobra Kid, and friends Jet Star and Fun Ghoul were huddled around with the Youngbloods, discussing who could have been bold enough to attempt, and get away with, blowing up that lab.

"They had to be fast to get in and out without getting themselves blown up," Party theorized.

"Sounds like the bomb was way bigger than it needed to be," Ghoul commented. His expertise with bomb-making left him impressed by the details he had heard.

"But to get away like that, what was it? Destroya? A ghost?" Soul Punk asked, thoroughly confused by the whole thing.

"Someone looking for a Ghost?" Glitter asked with a smirk behind her mask.

The eight men all turned, caught completely off guard by the two women that had walked into their hideaway. They were also surprised to find that women were totally undeterred by the eight brightly colored blasters now aimed at their faces.

"Relax boys, we just wanna know what the dinner special is tonight," Lux said, tugging down her bandana with a cocky grin.

"Who the hell are you?" Ghoul snapped.

"The only two Killjoys that could do what you couldn't," Lux replied smugly.

"You took out the lab?" Sandman replied, sounding skeptical.

"What, like it's hard?"

"But who are you?" Ghoul asked again, more irritation in his voice.

"I'm Killer Lux."

"And I'm Glitter Ghost," Glitter said as she jumped up and sat on the counter, facing the gangs.

The other Killjoys looked amongst themselves, each searching the others' face for a look of recognition. Kobra lowered his weapon first. "Why are you here?"

"Our ride broke down the night we took out the lab, not sure if it's related, but I can't figure out what's wrong. We're looking for a safe haven until we can get back to running," Glitter replied, pulling down her mask.

Party followed his brother's lead, lowering his weapon as well. "Sure, but you tell us how you got in there. Every detail."

"You only think it was impossible to get in there because there's one thing you haven't tried yet," Glitter laughed.

"What's that?" Sandman asked her suspiciously, his eyes trailing up and down her slowly.

"Being a poor, helpless girl in need of a big, brave corporation, obviously," Lux replied, rolling her eyes. She glanced over at Glitter with a smirk, only to find her entirely distracted by the other Killjoy's attention. She stifled a laugh and turned her attention back to the others.

"So, what, you flirted your way in?" Ghoul asked.

"Not exactly," Lux shrugged. "Glitter secured the perimeter, I had the bomb in my bag and went to the gate, sobbing my eyes out, begging to be let in. I had been kidnapped and dragged out into the desert against my will by some Killjoy scum. They let me in without checking me over because they're fucking mindless idiots, and I took the two guards out. I got inside, took out the Dracs as I encountered them, there weren't many there that late though. Got as far inside as I thought I could risk it and dropped the bomb. I did trip on my way out, and almost didn't clear out in time, but here I am."

"Damn," Kobra said, looking impressed, and Lux grinned at him. The others murmured their approval as well.

"She couldn't hear for a day," Glitter piped up suddenly with a giggle. "I thought she was dusted!"

"Glitter, come on," Lux replied through gritted teeth, annoyed that her moment of glory was slightly undermined.

"No, that's awesome. I'm Party Poison," he said, introducing himself. "We'll take any allies we can get against BLI."

"I gotta know more about that bomb," Ghoul said.

Lux pointed at Glitter. "That's all her." Glitter gave Ghoul a little smirk and patted the top of the counter next to her, indicating that Ghoul could sit next to her; the rest of the Killjoys proceeded to introduce themselves to the newcomers.

Glitter and Ghoul discussed the bomb that she had built, but she could still feel eyes on her, and when she looked up, she noticed Sandman was watching her. She gave him a small smile and went back to talking to Ghoul. "And that's how I set up the bomb to not only explode but also shoot off the glitter. Everyone needs a little glitter in their life," she laughed.

Ghoul sat there in awe. "So, you basically glitter bomb people? That's amazing," Ghoul clapped his hands.

"Yeah," Glitter laughed. "It's pretty awesome to watch Dracs get a face full of glitter, then realize there's a timer under it, or hear a ticking noise. Depending on how I'm feeling, the glitter will either go off before or after the explosion. This time it was after."

After finishing her explanation, Glitter sighed and looked around. She wasn't really sure about much lately, but now sitting here in this dinner with other people fighting against BLI, she was sure of two things: the first being Sandman was adorable, and she very much enjoyed looking at him. The second was that she was almost positive that Lux had eyes for the one called Kobra Kid. Spending as much time as they had together, Glitter had a feeling she knew Lux better than Lux probably knew herself.

Glitter also couldn't help but notice the difference in aesthetics between the two gangs - The Killjoys were more flashy, like she was, however, the Youngbloods had more of a muted color scheme going on. Glitter noticed that Phoenix and Novocaine seem to stand out among the four of them. Phoenix due to the brightly colored tattoos that covered every inch of exposed skin from the neck down, and he didn't seem to like to wear a shirt, and Novocaine because he had a large mop of dark curly hair that seemed to have a mind of its own.

"So, I really hate to be that person, but Lux and I haven't eaten in, what? A day, day, and a half?" Glitter looked at Lux, who was sitting next to Kobra.

"Yeah, about a day and a half," Lux answered.

"We don't want to put anyone out, but if we could eat that would be amazing."

"I suppose we could spare a couple cans of Power Pup for the heroes of the day," Jet announced before going back into the kitchen and returning with two cans, a spoon in each and they started to dig in.

"Why haven't we seen you two around before?" Phoenix asked.

Glitter shrugged "We've always tried to keep a low profile and avoid BLI and their associates as much as possible."

"A low profile? Looking like that, you are literally wearing a crown made of flowers?" Novocaine scoffed.

"You wanna fight? Because I will drop you right now" Glitter jumped off the counter and was caught by Ghoul and Sandman as she tried to lunge at Novocaine.

"Whoa, whoa, there will be no fighting each other," Party stepped in between Glitter and Novocaine.

Glitter threw up her hands "Fine, whatever" she sat on one of the stools in front of the counter.

"We've always tried to stay on the edges and away from others, until now," Lux stated. "That lab we blew up? We discovered it by accident one day, and we knew we had to do something about it."

Glitter sighed, "The things that they were doing had to be stopped. It was horrible."

A deafening silence fell over everyone.

Glitter shook her head, "But it's done. That lab....is destroyed. Time to move on and think of other, less depressing, things." Glitter grabbed her can of Power Pup and started eating. "So now that we've introduced ourselves, explained how we blew up the lab, and got to know each other a bit," Glitter shot Lux a look, "would you guys be ok with us crashing here for the night?"

Lux looked around the room, batting her eyelashes at the men and pouting slightly, hoping to guilt them into letting them stay, much the same way she got into the BLI lab.

"As long as you don't start any fights, your welcome here as long as you need to be," Party replied.

#The Fantastic Adventures of Glitter Ghost and Killer Lux #Danger Days Fan Fic #Fabulous Killjoys Fan Fic #Young Blood Chronicles AU #My Chemical Romance Fan Fic #Fall Out Boy Fan Fic #Kobra Kid #Sandman #OCs

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