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lord-of-the-harvest · 5 months

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Pleasure, Pain, And Power Chapter 21

Chapter 21 Rabbit In The Mall

Summary: Jasmine goes holiday shopping for Ren!

Contains: Holiday Fluff

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Jasmine came out of the bathroom to see the clothes Ren had laid out for her. He had arranged for her to go out with Kangaroo, while he went to work. With Christmas soon approaching, Jasmine complained about not being able to get anything for her generous owner. With some light begging, puppy eyes, and certain favors, Ren finally set up a date for her to go out. Of course, he wouldn’t let her out of the house so easily, and planned for Kangaroo to be at her side all day. Jasmine, of course, was all too happy to spend the day out with him. Her smile fell, however, when she saw what she was supposed to wear. “Ren what is this? Was this even in my closet?” Ren smiled at her devilishly and explained his outfit choice. “You’re going out in broad daylight, darling, I can’t have anyone recognizing my precious little pet. Did you know that blue pants are the most forgettable garment a person can wear?” Jasmine sighed and looked down at the bulky red sweater and blue jeans laid out on the bed. She knew that recognition couldn’t be the only reason he’d let her out like this. I guess if I’m not dressing for him, he doesn’t want me dressed up at all. She rolled her eyes, but bit her tongue, as he could take away the outing just as easily. Ren sat on the edge of the bed, watching as she took her robe off and dressed in the clothes he laid out. “It’s getting late, don’t you need to get dressed for work too?” Jasmine asked, pulling the sweater over her head. “No, darling, I can leave a little late. After all, I’d hate to miss this little show~” Jasmine rolled her eyes again, but this time a small smile spread on her face. They stood in front of the large mirror, as Ren strapped a simple black mask onto Jasmine’s face.

Jasmine and Ren rode down the elevator together, Jasmine fidgeting at her sweater and Ren keeping his satisfied smile. They turned a corner in the garage and saw Kangaroo waiting by a large black car, different to the limo they usually took. “Fox, Jasmine, how are we today?” Jasmine excitedly rushed towards him, greeting him in a similar way. “Kangaroo, I assume you know the rules for her little outing today. Jasmine, here you go.” He placed a small black wallet in her hand, inside was a credit card, some cash, and a fake ID. Jasmine threw her arms around her generous owner and thanked him profusely. “You’re welcome, Pet, now go! Have fun, Sweetie.” His previous smart smile was now replaced with a more genuine one. A light blush ran on his face and his tail swished back and forth. Kangaroo opened the door and Jasmine quickly climbed in. “Ah! Mouse!” She froze and Fox popped his head into the car. “You two got along so well at the party, Diamond and I thought it would be cute for you two to have a playdate of sorts. Have fun you two~” “Hi Bunny! It’s good to see you again!” They hugged and sat together. Fox said goodbye, and the three were off to shop.

Kangaroo drove them to the nearest mall and parked in the large lot. “Alright, usually I let you and Fox alone, but he asked me to follow you two today to make sure you don’t get in trouble.” He un-clicked his seatbelt and opened the door for Bunny and Mouse, following them at a short distance. “By the way, Mouse, you don’t need to keep calling me Bunny, I don’t think-“ She looked back to Kangaroo, who nodded in approval. “You can just call me Jasmine!” Mouse smiled and looked down at her. “Sure, Jasmine, and you can call me Mike.” Mike wore what Jasmine assumed to be what Diamond chose for him as well. Plain khakis, a blue patterned sweater, and brown leather shoes. The first shop they stopped in was a small boutique, filled with second hand designer. Mike browsed through dresses in Diamond’s size while Jasmine sorted through men’s shirts. Kangaroo stood by, pretending to sort through clothes, while keeping a close eye on the two. “Hmm Jasmine I know you don’t know her well, but do you think Diamond would like this dress?” Mike held up a black dress, the top resembling a blazer with light blue trim on the lapel. “Hmm I like it, is it similar to what she usually wears? It’s a little short.” She touched the hem of the dress, which would barely reach her mid thigh. “Yeah, she likes shorter stuff while still being professional. I think she’ll like it!” Jasmine nodded and continued flipping through shirts. “I have an idea for a shirt, but nothing’s in Fox’s size. Everything’s too big…” They kept looking around, and Mike left with a dress and silver chain bracelet, while Jasmine left empty handed. As they walked through the mall, Kangaroo nudged her shoulder and pointed to a men’s suit warehouse. She silently thanked him, and they went in. After talking to an employee, she finally managed to find a selection of shirts in Fox’s size. “I have a special plan for these, I think all I want is a white shirt and a dark blue one.” Mike only nodded in response, understandably Fox wasn’t his favorite topic of conversation.

Next stop was a bookstore, still in the same shopping center they started in. “What does Diamond like to read? She seems so high strung I don’t think I could picture her really relaxing.” Mike shifted where he stood, looking for the right section. “Well…I tend to help her relax most of the time, but she likes true crime, mystery, really anything to do with the man dying.” Jasmine snickered, realizing they had something in common. Now that she thought about it, she wasn’t sure what books Fox liked. Sure, she caught him reading from time to time, but his tastes varied too much. She had caught him reading books on architecture, machine history, anatomy, and the cultures of other countries. Jasmine skimmed a few sections, but found herself looking at accessories instead. Since his taste varied so much, she settled on a decorative metal bookmark, depicting a fox running up and down a woodland scene. Mike left with a few books, most of which followed the female lead killing a nobody man. As they left, his stomach rumbled, and Jasmine asked Kangaroo if it was alright if they stopped for lunch. The food court gave them many options, almost too many for Mike to make a decision on. “Jasmine, I…I hate to say it but I can’t remember the last time I chose my own food. Can you choose for me?” Jasmine narrowed her eyes at him and tilted her head. “Mike I…I guess I can, does Diamond usually choose for you?” Mike nodded, not saying anything. Being Fox’s pet had its downsides, but at least he let her choose what to eat…most of the time. “Here, I’m probably going to get a chicken sandwich. How does that sound?” Mike smiled, nodded again, and walked to the sandwich place. Their order consisted of two chicken sandwiches, a large side of fries, and two sodas. Conversation was light, and happy, and the two learned more about each other. Mike has been on the run with Diamond for a while now, and they’ve finally settled into a lake house just outside of town. Since leaving her work, Diamond has surprisingly become less high strung. “Sure she’s stressed out of her mind with keeping us out of sight, but she’s happy she doesn’t have to work with ‘rats’ anymore. How about you? How’s Fox been since the party?” Jasmine rubbed the back of her neck and quickly looked at Kangaroo. “Oh he’s been fine. After that night we came home and he’s been treating me really well. I mean, he’s letting us out of his sight and with full reign of his credit card, that’s got to count for something, right?” Mike also glanced at Kangaroo, then back to his friend. “Sure, sounds like a very cushy life for a little bunny rabbit.” He teased, but they both laughed. Two pets in their own regards, they were happy to have found another who understands.

The day went on and they eventually left the mall. Kangaroo drove them from store to store, and the two fretted over pieces and tiny details, learning much more about each other’s owner’s in the process. Several boutiques, craft, and specialty shops later, the sun was setting and Jasmine got a message from Fox it was time to return home. “It’s been so much fun, Jasmine, I really hope we can get together like this again soon.” They hugged close in the back seat of the car. “Me too, Mike, I’ve had a great time today…Kangaroo, pull over!” Jasmine excitedly ordered him to pull into a parking lot they almost passed, spotting a specialty shop she hadn’t thought of till then. Luckily, Kangaroo pulled in just in time and the three got out to continue their shopping spree. Giggling, Jasmine and Mike climbed back into their car after spending another half hour in the store. “Fox won’t care we’re a few minutes late, but I’ll go ahead and text him.” Sitting side by side the rest of the ride, the two talked about other potential outings they could make together in the future. Jasmine hardly realized they were home till Kangaroo entered the garage, and Fox was waiting for her, a smile wide on his face. As soon as the car stopped, Jasmine jumped out to give him a hug. “Fox, we had the best time! I can’t wait for you to open all the gifts I got you, thank you so much for letting me out today!” She said, excitedly flinging her arms around his neck. “Oooh, Pet, I was upset since you’re so late, but I can’t stay mad at you, Darling.’ Kangaroo placed the bags on the ground next to Fox. “Kangaroo, can you take Mouse to meet up with Diamond, please? Jasmine, go say goodbye to your friend, okay?” Jasmine obeyed and hugged Mike goodbye. Seeing her so happy, Fox couldn’t help but laugh a little to himself. Well, Ren, you’ve done it again. Happy pet, easy pet.

“Ah, Ren, we had such a good time, I can’t wait to tell you about it. We started at the mall, and Mouse immediately found something for Diamond, And I…” The elevator ride up the apartment wasn’t long, and the sight of their home caught Jasmine off guard. “Well, Darling, I guess you should know what I’ve been up to today too. Sorry, Sweetie, I had to lie about going to work today.” Jasmine slowly walked through the apartment, taking in the scene bit by bit. A wreath on the front door, string lights covering the walls, and a big tree next to the TV, which displayed a roaring fire. “Ren, I…I don’t know what to say! It’s beautiful…” She turned to Ren, the two illuminated by warm twinkling lights. “I did it for you, Pet, I thought you’d like it.” They hugged and kissed by the faux fire, overtaken by the gentle beauty of the room. It wasn’t long before Jasmine recognized the presents under the sprucely decorated tree. She tried to not acknowledge them, but Ren caught her peeking. “You know, if you’re good I’ll let you open one Christmas eve. Hey, let’s decorate the tree after dinner, hm?” Jasmine blushed, and nodded. “I would love that, Ren, I really would.”

Notes: Cute soft chapter here, guys :D Hope you all like the expansion on our favorite Mouse! Maybe I should put him in another chapter…

#the price of flesh #boyfriend to death #ren hana #tpof ren hana #tpof fox #tpof announcer #tpof fanfic #happy holidays

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sha-bae · 1 year

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Hurts So Bad

I never really write stuff short like this but I thought I’d try it out and see if y’all like it lol.

Kylo Ren x Reader

Word count: 1810

Warnings: Smut, orgasms, fingering, pet names, slight degrading, teasing!

You were always a good girl for Kylo, jumping at his every command. He was a good man, he treated you well, gave you everything you could ever want, in exchange you gave him your obedience. He had found you alone, abandoned by the people who had once called you there comrade, the resistance. He saw the anger you harbored for them, the betrayal you felt for your once trusted allies desertion of you, leaving you to die at the hands of the first order without a second glance. You assumed once kylo saw you, you were good as dead, but he took pity on you, offered you his hand.

He took you on his ship and brought you back to his base, offered you a place with him, that is if you were willing to submit to the first order and give up your rank with the resistance. You quickly and without much thought complied, you wanted everyone with the resistance to burn. Now, there you were, snuggling yourself warmly against the supreme leaders thigh, sat comfortably on the floor between his large legs as he conversed with the generals. His hand lazily petted it’s way over your head, every so often finding it’s way to your face to caress cheek fondly. His meetings where always so boring, you tended not to listen, instead playing bordly with the end of your hair.

You perked up as the supreme leader waved his hand to shoo the generals away the sound of the boots hitting the floor fading as they made there way out the door and off to there duty’s. “Forgive me, little one. I hadn’t anticipated the day to be so busy.” Kylo sighed, guiding you gently to sit in his lap, his hands running there way over your every curve, admiring your beauty. You quickly shook your head, giggled quietly at his apology. “You mustn’t worry, I only wish to be near you.” You cooed, burying yourself against the man, earning a warm chuckle from him. You took a deep breath, inhaling his scent, taking in every bit of him that you could get while his attention was focused on you.

You left a trail of kisses along the supreme leaders jaw, down his neck, back up to his face, you just couldn’t get enough of him, lacing your fingers carefully through his raven hair. He was your favorite person. “Eager today aren’t we, angel?” He teased, grabbing hold of your face and tilting it back as he returned your attack, leaving sloppy pecks across your skin. “Only for you, supreme leader.” You giggled and moaned happily, the feeling of his touching flustering you so much you shivered in his hands. He took a handful of your hair, pulling your face only an inch or two from his own, so close you could feel his breath on your skin. “That’s right, kitten. Only for me.”

He leaned in catching your lips with his, entangling you in a messy slow kiss, hand never leaving your hair as he guided your mouth against his own. Pulling back hard, making you gasp at his sudden roughness he used his free hand to grab your jaw, his grip so tight it made you ache, but you love it. You loved everything he did, the way he knew your every turn on, pushed your every button. “Who do you belong to, pet?” He questioned, a smirk already spreading across his face knowingly. You gulped, voice shaky as you tried to keep it together. You tried to lean closer, craving to taste him once again, to touch him any way you were capable, but he tightened his grip, making it clear he wouldn’t be letting you go until you answered his question.

“You. I belong to you. Only you.” You whimpered, pawing at his wrist as you silently begged him to bring you closer. “That’s right, little one. Only me.” He encouraged, letting a hand drop between your legs as he ran two gloves fingers over your clothed center. “I’m the only one who gets to touch you here, kitten. Do you understand?” He growled, his movements making you buck you hips against his hand, heat rushing through you from his groping. You quickly nodded, grinding yourself down against his digits as they deliciously bumped against your sensitive spot.

A hard slap came down against your inner thigh, a warning, making you whimper and cower against Kylos hold on you. “Use your words, angel.” He scolded, looking down at you expectantly, waiting for you to respond correctly. “You are the only one who gets to touch me there, supreme leader. I only wish for your touch.” You nodded against your masters gloved hand, feeling the stinging from his blow fade slowly from your flesh. “Good girl, pet. Your my good little girl.” He chimed, playfully bumping his nose against your own.

If there was one thing master kylo loved, it was to be praised, to be showered with compliments about how he was the best, about how no one compared to him, it really got him going, and lucky for him you were quite good at it. You pressed yourself to him once again, licking a strip up his neck, nipping at his skin as he let out a hard breath. “I love being your good girl, Master Ren. I love the feeling of your touch against my sensitive spots.” another whimper fell from you as you spoke, grinding your cunt against your masters lap, the fabric of his robes growing tighter at the sound of your little voice. “I’m so wet for you, supreme leader. Hurts so bad.”

You couldn’t help but whine, your hands balling into fists around his fingers. You loved to get him all worked up, you knew beneath his clothing his cock was aching to shove it’s way inside you. He pouted mockingly, tilting his head to the side at you. “Poor poor princess. We can’t have that now can we. Let master fix it, I’ll take the hurt away, yes?” He spoke, sweetly, a tinge of lust laced in his voice as he spoke. “Yes please, master.” You nodded. With that he flipped you, your back now pressed to his chest, heaving with anticipation for what the man was going to do to you. He grabbed your ankles spreading your legs so that one was on each side of his lap, your pantie covered core exposed hot and wet with your arousal.

He looked down at your body over your shoulder, sucking in a breath at the sight of you, his little goddess, his prized possession. “Show me where it hurts, princess. Show master where.” He commanded, waiting patiently for you to gather the courage to follow instructions. Even now, after being with him so long you still felt shy in front of him. You moved your hand between your legs, pointing right at the soaked fabric of your undergarments before looking up at him with a frown. “Here master, my sensitive spot, it’s all messy for you.” You whimpered. He nodded understandingly, petting your face softly once more. “Needy little princess. Has it been like that all this time? Is that why you kept fidgeting on the floor?” He pondered, you only nodded, face red with embarrassment.

“Take them off.” He instructed, waiting patiently as you wiggled your way out of them, the man tossing them aside, the fabric no use to him in any capacity, only blocking the way to something he wanted desperately. His eyes never wavered from you as you climbed your way back into place on him, your glistening cunt now fully on display for him and anyone else who where to decide it was smart to walk into Kylos throne room unannounced. “So wet, little kitten. Is that all for me, I got you that worked up just doing my daily work?” He chuckled his large hands a vice grip on your thighs to keep them spread wide for his viewing pleasure. “Yes, Ren.”

He moved a hand around your waist, tracing down your sternum, lower and lower until his digits met your clit. He sat there unmoving for an eternity, teasing you cruely. You whined in annoyance, trying with all your might to wiggle your hips against him but he held you in place, his grip unforgiving. “Patients little flower, don’t be ungrateful. Master will give you what you deserve, don’t worry.” He warned. You quickly nodded, not wanting to upset your master, you only wanted to make him happy, to please him. “Yes, Sir.”

He began with slow circles the movements drawing soft noises of pleasure from your chest as you took in the ecstasy that is master rens gentle touch. He slipped the leather covered fingers down, pushing ever so slightly into your aching hole, making you clinch around nothing as he quickly pulled them back out. “Oh you poor thing. Hurting for your master for so long.” He cooed. He pushed them back in, deeper this time, pumping them in and out, your arousal gathering against his glove. You nodded into him, you had been.

You spent the whole morning clenching your thighs together to try to silence the tingle to no avail. Only master could stop the tingle, only kylo. As his movements sped up you grabbed hold of his arm, fingers digging in harshly as you did you best to control yourself, to not cum before being given permission. “Master!” You cried, the man immediately knowing what that tone meant. “It’s alright, angel. You may cum. Cum for your master kitten.” He reassured. You bit into your lip as the climax ripped it’s way through you, your body spasming, unable to control your muscles as you rode out your high, humping yourself shamelessly against your master hand. Your mess gathered on his glove, the sticky substance leaving a trail as he pulled his hand away.

He brought the fingers up to his mouth, moaning at the taste of you. “Does it still hurt, pet? Do you still ache?” He questioned, petting you softly as you tried your best to compose yourself. You wanted more, and you were sure he did to. “Still hurts, Master. Need more, need you.” You cried, turning yourself around in his lap so you were straddling him. You reached your hand down, feeling his hard member through his clothing, watching his face twist into something unholy from the feeling of your hands on him. “Tell me what you need from your master, princess. Be specific.” He groaned. You couldn’t help but smile, know the effect your words had in the man. “I need you to take care of my sensitive spots, master. I need you to claim me, to fuck me. Please supreme leader, I crave you, all of you.”

#supreme leader snoke #knights of ren #knights of ren smut #knights of ren x reader #kylo #kylo ren x reader #kylo x reader #ren #kylo fanfic #kylo ren

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hirako5hinji · 2 years

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[ UNPROMPTED | ALWAYS ACCEPTING ]

@desuetmort asked:

She tensed up hearing his words, the reasoning for the low, begrudged feelings that filled the air of squad five. She was prepared to answer his question, only saying that she did talk to hiyori and promised to keep their exchanged words a secret, but shrunk herself back into her shell when hearing his answer.

As he continued, she could hear the sadness, distraught in his voice and what he said, and even how he acted through subtle movements, expressions that she noticed with her brown hues. "Oh, shinji...i-i am so sorry." She stood, walking over to him as he sat to his desk, a hand laying on his shoulder and gripping it for second, seeming as she was hesitating to do her next action. A few seconds later, A-Yeong bent down to him and gave shinji a hug, arms around him and giving a soft yet reassuring squeeze to show she was serious with showing that she cared.

"I know... you must be feeling and going through alot, just.. let me know if you need to talk or anything. If you.. don't want to be over there, you can always just hang out with me - I can cook for us, watch some new movies for once." She gave a chuckle, trying to help him feel better and giving a bit of a sad smile. "Let me help you like you helped me with ren.."

The embrace came spontaneously, but Shinji does not pull away from it. He knows she has no other intent in that act beyond the offer to lend comfort, to share pain, to alleviate distress...and judging by the sadness in A-Yeong’s expression...it seems like she needed it, too. So he does not reject her compassion, exhaling quietly as the younger woman holds him for a breath or two...before letting go. He pets the back of her shoulder once as she disengages, a silent gesture that conveys appreciation for her empathy.

“ ...Don’t be sorry. I’m glad this happened. It had to, sooner or later. ” He honestly did, even though it is with a heavy heart that he is saying this. At least they are addressing the problem now and seeking ways to fix it, as opposed to just…skirting around it over and over, leaving it to fester, hoping that Hiyori will slowly get better on her own. It stings to admit that this has come to a point where he is helpless to support her, but it is what it is, and acceptance is a small, quiet room. It is difficult now...but he desperately wants to believe that it will get better. He can only believe. In Hiyori. In the possibility of their future.

Shinji musters a small, wan smile, or at least he tries to. In the end, only the corners of his tired eyes crease up ever so slightly; it almost looks like a grimace. It’s hard to find delight these days, but he does feel comforted by A-Yeong, and most of that relief is tempered by melancholy. She’s also someone who has experienced this profound sense of missing before. He does not ever wish it of her, but all too young, she has already understands this loss he feels, perhaps to an even deeper and more intense extent of what he has gone through. Misery really does love company, and the sense of jaw aching loneliness abates in her encouraging presence, just a bit.

“ Thanks, kiddo. ...Swing by my office whenever you want. I’m here most of the time, anyway... ” The admission is telling, but he has no intention to hide the truth. He hasn’t gone home to spend the night ever since Hiyori left and has been staying in the barracks these last few weeks. He knows he will return to take residence once his feelings settle more...but for now, it’s too sad and quiet, back in the space where they once shared. The waiting is unbearable, even if he has promised that he will wait. He will come to terms with this reality soon enough; he just needs time to adapt. Shinji nods slightly at A-Yeong in tacit acquiesce. Company is appreciated, though he hasn’t felt like talking much lately. It’s a sentiment he is sure A-Yeong will understand, and paperwork makes really shitty companions.

“ ...Yeah. I think I’d like that. I’m slammed as ya can see, but we can hang out here. ” He pauses for a long time, as if carefully thinking about something. Then he softly speaks, tone wistful.

“ If...ya ever run into Hiyori again, help me let her know that I’m fine. ” Even if he’s not yet, he will get there eventually. She doesn’t need to know of his difficulties; she already has plenty on her plate. He doesn’t want her to worry even more. He give the younger soul a faint, beseeching look. “ She’s havin’ a hard time, too, so I’d appreciate it if ya can help her out as well, A-Yeong. Within yer capacity. If it ain’t too much ‘ta ask. That’d be great. Thank you, kiddo. ”

#desuetmort #||αѕкѕ #[ she is such a good kid ;a; ]

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arc-misadventures · 2 years

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Sleepless Nights

Location: Argus, Cotta Arc residence.

Time: Too damn early.

Jaune: Ughh… I’m tired… So, so tired…

Ruby: Rough night, Jaune?

Jaune: Sleep… nonexistent…

Weiss: Did something happen?

Ren: He just came home late last night. He took what you guys said yesterday hard…

Weiss: I see… Is he… Is he okay?

Ren: Well, Jaune’s…

Jaune: Haa… Kill me now, kill me swiftly…

Ren: Mostly okay…?

Weiss: Ouch…

Saphron: Morning guys!

RWBYRN: Morning!

Jaune: Morn… ugh…

Terra: Is he okay?

Saphron: He’s in sleepy, Arc mode, He’ll be fine after he gets some sleep.

Jaune: Only in death…

Terra: S-Should we be concerned…?

Saphron: Nahh; Sleepy Arc’s are just half dead zombies. The worst that happens is that in our sleep deprived state we do… weird, and stupid things…

Blake: Define weird?

Saphron: Oh… Fall asleep in someone else’s bed, potentially with someone in it… Which isn’t bad, Jaune did it to me, and I him when we were kids. Which was really nice because he’s a great hugger, and really helps you sleep at night~!

Nora: Jaune-Jaune is like a teddy bear; soft, and warm… Haa… so nice…

Weiss: He did that to you?

Nora: No, I did it to him, it was really nice!

Blake: That’s sounds like a, Nora thing to do…

Ren: To be fair, she did that to all of us, and it was quite nice.

Saphron: Yeah, we did it to each other all the time as well. The only really embarrassing times were when we were so exhausted we entered the showed, and joined the person already using it. Those created some awkward moments to say the least.

Jaune: I wouldn’t have done it if you just remembered to lock the door this morning, Saph…

Saphron: This morning… O-Oh right! This morning! Yeah, my bad.

Weiss: You did that today with your own sisters?!

Saphron: Relax, Weiss, we’re siblings, and we’ve been doing it for years, we’re used to these kind things.

Weiss: But…?! How scandalous!

Terra: That’s a pretty, Atlasian thing to say…

Saphron: They’ve all got sticks up their butts, what did you expect?

Weiss: Hey!

Blake: True, very true.

Weiss: HEY!

Saphron: Come on honey, pets get a bit to eat, I’m starving!

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In the Kitchen

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Terra: Correct me if I’m wrong, but we showered together, no?

Saphron: I remember the ways the bubbles formed across your ebony skin, you don’t forget a sight like that deary~!

Terra: Then why did you say that you had a shower with, Jaune; I left before you, did he come in afterwards?

Saphron: Nope, I was out a few minutes after you.

Terra: Then why did he say you two were in the shower together?

Saphron: Because he thought it was me, I mean if it wasn’t for the eyes you could say we’re sisters.

Terra: You don’t mean…?

The duo cast a quick look over the table to stare at the unusually quiet blonde brawler at the table. Yang, gave the two a side ways glance before darting away, a deep blush spread across her face.

Terra: Oh… Oh my~!

Saphron: Hehe~! Well ain’t that a pretty sight to see!

Terra: Should we tell them?

Saphron: Nahh, I don’t think, Yang would like the fact that everyone knew that. I think she rather keep this to herself.

Terra: And, why is that?

Saphron: Well, we haven’t called the repairman to fix our walls, so I don’t think she minded that much~!

Terra: Oh, oh your evil! I love it!

Saphron: I know~! Lets just keep this to ourselves, they don’t have to know, besides I doubt anyone, even, Jaune for that matter knows it happened.

Terra: I’d buy that.

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Some Time Later

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Nora: So, Yang…?

Yang: Yeah?

Nora: Just wanted to know if you enjoyed seeing his little sword he had?

Yang: Ain’t nothing little about that sword…

Nora: Is it now~?

Yang: …

Yang: Oh fuck…

#rwby #jaune arc #yang xiao long #blake belladonna #nora valkyrie #weiss schnee #ruby rose #lie ren #saphron cotta arc #terra cotta arc #jaune x yang #yang x jaune #rwby dragonslayer

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shallitickleyournerdbutton · 3 years

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After the heartache of the Volume 8 finale, I would like to return to a happier point in the show and suggest some memes/jokes that I like to think the students at Beacon would have had. More closely inline with the RWBY Chibi-verse, than the actual show - where Nothing Bad Ever Happened.

"Who's child is this?" being used to refer to Ruby - the youngest student at Beacon - when she's left unsupervised and/or doing something odd.

"I'd let Glynda punish/whip me for one corn chip."

Every now and again "Missing - Have you seen this person?" posters for Professor Peach will pop up around campus. No one knows who it is that keeps making them.

Vomit Boy candids being taken and shared any time Jaune is Suffering™️ on some form of transport.

The Great One plush of Pyrrha exists in-universe... and becomes the go-to prize for any stupid competition between the students. There's at least a dozen of these dolls on campus now, owned by various people and won as "spoils of war."

There's a dedicated chalkboard in the combat room for tallying how many times Nora has launched someone into the stratosphere. Notable mentions are listed on the board alongside her of other people who have achieved this feat - including Yang, Yatsuhashi, and Glynda.

(She launched both Port and Oobleck one day when they kept annoying her. Sometimes, their screams can still be heard if you listen closely enough.)

"There's that old guy again..." "Oh, shopkeep? Yea, he's everywhere. Don't think too much about it."

This leads to "Don't think too much about it." becoming something of a slogan for every time anything unusual happens.

"Candy canes, kids! One for Sun Wukong, one for Yang Xiao-Long, ooh four for Coco Adel, you go Coco!"

"I--"

"Andnoneforweissschneebye~"

Team STRQ having something akin to legend status at Beacon, whispered in hushed voices for fear and reverence of their names. There's a war between the students regarding team JNPR as their successors vs. the students who insist JNPR are not anywhere near worthy of such a title.

"How many team CRDLs does it take to beat Pyrrha?"

Blurry fancam-style videos of the Qrow vs. Winter fight out in the courtyard being traded around like baseball cards with other students. Some try and manufacture a "rematch" of this with the materials they've got - trying to get Ruby and Weiss to fight each other.

That weird sing-song "HellOooOo~" that Yang sometimes does being mimicked by everyone. And I mean everyone.

Any time there's a significant lull in conversations or classes, someone often asks "Why are we here?" which never fails to make everyone in the vicinity groan.

"Ozpin is compensating for something" jokes about his office chair - including at least one popular response being "it's the war crimes", without them knowing just how accurate they actually are.

"On a scale of Ren-Nora, how excited do you want me to be?"

"Ladies Love Lavender" referring to Lisa Lavender having her own in-universe fandom mostly comprised of women. (Lavender being associated with lesbians irl, and I just think this would be funny.)

The sight of Ren just picking up and carrying Nora away from something is so commonplace that other people start doing it to their friends when they Need To Stop.

"Why is Blake's bow so big?" "Because it's full of secrets."

Blake being a closet faunus being such a poorly hidden secret that by the time she finally takes off the bow no one actually even notices.

The betting pool surrounding exactly what it is in Ozpin's cup - coffee being one of the least popular options, and souls being the top choice.

Using Yatsuhasi as a unit of measurement.

Photoshopping adorable images of Velvet onto various "cute" animal memes.

Everyone wanting to be spanked by Coco Adel.

"I'd let Fox blow me up too."

"Why is Weiss' hair so long?" "To reflect the length of her father's crimes."

Everyone mimicking Pyrrha's memetic "I'm sorry!" anytime they apologise for anything. Even going as far to do it while apologising to things that don't require apologies - like inanimate objects.

"Are Port and Oobleck, you know... 💅?"

In fact, just that 💅 being used to refer to a large number of people at Beacon. Actual LGBT students picking this up and using it towards grimm when they're attacked to question the sexuality/homophobia of the grimm targeting them over their peers.

Threatening Neptune with water anytime he flirts with a girl who is clearly Not Interested in him.

No one knowing who, exactly, the other two members of team SSSN are - with wild theories abounding about who they may be. Popular choices include Shopkeep, Zwei, and Professor Peach.

This persists even after their tournament fights where they're shown. Scarlet and Sage are perfectly content with this, and participate.

"Arslan's/Pyrrha's back must be aching from constantly carrying her entire team."

And the respective responses of, "Reese/Nora are alright."

Similar jokes about Glynda also carrying the entire faculty/academy on her back.

"Salutations!"

The war between the "Irondaddy" fanbase, and his haters - who refer to him with various derogatory versions of his name. "Metalpenis", "Coppercock", "Chromeshaft", etc.

Anytime someone is doing something ~questionable~ donning a pair of glasses and/or imitating Oz or Oobleck pushing them back up their nose with accompanying menacing body language. (Kubrick Stare optional.)

Mercury having a foot fetish, courtesy of the people who caught him sniffing shoes at the festival.

"Did <character> just die?" "You know, it was really unclear." any time someone takes some insane damage in a fight and isn't seen for some time afterwards.

Everyone trying to locate and get a pic of the ~mysterious~ fourth member of team CMSN, who has only ever been spotted once - her tournament fight in the first round. Beacon's version of "Where's Wally?"

The Sympathy Fund for Emerald and her one-sided crush on Cinder. "She could honestly do so much better."

People offering themselves up as tribute to spar with Pyrrha/Yang/Coco/Sun just so they can be beaten up by the hottest people on campus.

"I drink milk!" being used as a defensive argument in wildly inappropriate contexts.

Naming grimm really boring names and attempting to keep them as pets.

The innumerous times Port has allowed a "zoo-break" to happen under his watch and everyone having to assist in recovering his prized subjects.

"Where the fuck are all the fourth years?" "Ozpin's soul collection."

Candid shots of Glynda Suffering™️ being shared similarly to the ones of Vomit Boy.

Ranking people based on their Patience Levels - Pyrrha, Ren, Glynda, Emerald, and Fox being frequent top markers based on the bullshit they put up with from their respective teams.

"Saint Pyrrha" being a common nickname for her, and her neverending niceness towards people who absolutely do not not deserve it.

Weiss' "Hey!" being replicated amongst the student body and slowly growing more and more high-pitched in its replication until it eventually just becomes a shrill noise. Even so, everyone still knows what it means - and Weiss is absolutely unamused by all of this.

In fact, a lot of early!Weiss' comments being mercilessly mocked by everyone - "I'm a victim!" being one of them.

Renowned fear permitting amongst the student body regarding Yang's red eyes meaning Serious Business. Morphs into references of "going full Yang" to mean having rage-fuelled temper tantrums.

"Never miss a beat, never miss a beat" becoming a mantra for focusing on a task. This inspires several remixes of Neon saying it, and again with no one knowing who it is making them.

By all means, feel free to add any more that you all think of! I could use a laugh!

Also, check the notes for additions!

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senlinyu · 3 years

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Works List

Although I do occasionally cross-post to fanfiction.net, wattpad, and inkitt, most of my stories are solely on ao3. I decided to compile a full list of my works for reference rather than just keeping them buried in my FAQ.

A quick note about my stories: I have an open policy about my fics, anyone who wishes to is welcome to archive, print and bind (personally or via a non-profit fanfic bookbinder), remix, podfic, translate, write meta about, make art for, or write in the same universe/fanon as any of my fanworks. I’d love it if you send a link. Credit is appreciated but not mandatory, fandom is open source.

Avatar: The Last Airbender

The Sun, The Moon, And The Truth: art and fic collab with @elithien. Zuka/Katara. Rated: M. Post-war AU. Firelord Zuko. Water Tribe Envoy Katara. Forbidden Love. Mutual Pining. My usual.

Harry Potter:

All You Want: Draco/Hermione. Rated: E. My very smutty a/b/o fic. Eighth Year. Alpha Draco (and Theo and Neville), Omega Hermione. Miscommunication and mutual pining.

Anthology: Assorted prompted ficlets of varying lengths. All Dramione. Including:

Prompt: “He set fire to the world around him but never let a flame touch her.” Category: Angst. Rating: T

Prompt: “But how can you walk away from something and still come back to it.” Neil Gaiman. Category: Comedy, Fluff. Rating: M.

Prompt: One bed. Rating: T. Category: Rom-com

Prompt: Harry and Draco trapped in an elevator after Draco and Hermione’s relationship has become public. Rating: T

Prompt: Draco blackmails Hermione. Rating: M Category: angst, political enemies.

Prompt: Meet me in the stairwell in a second for a glass of gin. (From the song ‘Nobody Else Will Be There’ by The National)

Prompt: Accidental pregnancy. Rating: T

Prompt: Tabula Rasa. Memory loss fic. Rating: T

Prompt: “No, no, no, stay with me. Don’t close your eyes.” Category: rom-com, fluff

Whatever You Want Granger for @nikitajobson. Rated: T

Married art and fic collab with @avendell. Rated T.

Prompt: Dramione University Students AU.

A Slow Cruel Descent: Draco/Hermione. Rated: M.

A Slow Cruel Descent. My very first angst/dark fic. Wartime AU. Voldemort doses Hermione with a love potion, making her fall in love with Draco, and then uses the threat of harming Draco to extract information.

A Fragile Ascent. Sequel. Post-war, Hermione struggles to move on and heal from the trauma of her imprisonment.

A Thing With[out] Feathers. Draco/Hermione. Rated: E. A plot I invented just because I wanted to write extremely indulgent wing kink. Fake relationship with benefits. Veela Hermione. Wing sex. That’s it. That’s the plot.

The Bestiary: Assorted creature one-shots and ficlets of varying lengths. All Dramione. Including:

Kiska: 8th Year. Hermione secretly has cat-ears and Draco is suspiciously interested in them. Rated: M for heavy petting.

Demon!Draco. Rated: M

the business we’re in: Tom Riddle Jr/Hermione. Rated: M. Mafia AU. Cleaner/Assassin Tom is given the task of killing the ‘very ordinary’ Hermione Granger.

Compendium: A collection of prompted ficlets originally posted on tumblr. Pairings vary and are indicated in the chapter titles. Ratings and any relevant warnings are listed in the chapter summary of the particular ficlet.

Cordial Enemies: writing collab with @stargazing121. Draco/Hermione. Rated: M. **WIP.** Bridgerton inspired fake relationship fic. Minstry co-workers. Tabloid news.

Do Not Go Gentle: Severus/Hermione. Rated E. 8th Year. Hermione is suffering from a terminal curse following the war and Severus attempts to find a cure. Not ‘really’ a student/teacher relationship, but does occur at Hogwarts. Feral cat personality Severus.

Forever Is Composed of Nows: James Potter/Aurore Malfoy. Rated: T. Post-Manacled one-shot about James and Aurore.

Height: Draco/Hermione. Rated: E. Dramione Height Differences Minifest 2020. 8th Year. Erotic hand holding. Hermione initiating the relationship.

Ice: Draco/Hermione. Rated: T. DHr Advent 2018. Co-workers at Gringotts. Accidental bonding.

Impress Upon You: art and fic collab with @mia-moriarty-art. Draco/Hermione. Rated: T. Deck The Halls with Dramione 2020. Draco asks Hermione to show him the Muggle world in an attempt to impress a Muggleborn.

I Think It Might: tumblr live-write with @lovesbitca8 and @liliansilverstuff. Draco/Hermione. Rated: E. Drunk Draco. Cam Girl Granger. Crack.

The Library of Alexandria: Draco/Hermione. Rated: M. Librarian Hermione. Annoying Draco. Trapped together and required to have sex for some reason. Accidental marriage. Librarian Draco.

Little Hearth Fires: for @kumatan0720. Draco/Hermione. Rated: M. My one and only foray into entirely angst-free domestic fluff writing. Married Dramione with bb bean Scorpius.

Love and Other Misfortunes: Draco/Hermione. Rated: M. My very first story. Veela Draco. Ministry workaholic Hermione. Veela bond where Draco will die if Hermione doesn’t mate with him. Ministry conspiracies.

Manacled: Draco/Hermione. Rated: E. Voldemort Wins AU. Handmaid’s Tale premise. Memory loss. Espionage. Dark fic. Don’t read without checking the trigger warnings.

Manipulation: Blaise Zabini/Hermione. Rated: M. Vampire Blaise with a crush.

Nontrivial Pursuits: art and fic collab with @gubabubas-sketchbook. Draco/Hermione. Rated: M. Post-war Ministry coworkers engaging in a strip trivia competition.

Now Is A Gift. Draco/Hermione. Rated: T. Sunbeam Hermione sets out to prove what a nice person she is by getting grumpy Draco the perfect Christmas present. DHr Advent 2019.

The Seduction: Draco/Hermione. Rated: E. Pining Draco trying to seduce Hermione by starting a bookclub and cooking dinner with her while she doesn’t notice...for two years.

The SenLithien Collaboration: art and fic collab with @elithien. Includes:

United We Stand. Rated: T

Beltane. Rated: M.

Seeker Fit. Rated: T

One Night. Rated: E

the first kiss. Rated: M

A Witch’s Wedding. Rated: T

consumed, obsessed, and attached. Rated: E

For Want of a Jumper. Rated: T

Switch. Rated: E

Power Couple. Rated: T

Insomnia. Rated: T

Fate and Plans. Rated: E

Rebirth. Rated: M

Common Spaces, Empty Places. Rated: M.

Snow Fall: Draco/Hermione. Rated: M. DHr Advent 2020. Newly weds having their first Christmas. Hermione helpfully teaches Draco muggle methods of staying warm during a blizzard.

your lonely calls to me: art and fic collab with @avendell. Draco/Hermione. Rated: T. Healer Hermione realizes that Draco is being abused in Azkaban and takes him in.

Star Wars

after the fall [we rise]: Ben Solo/Rey. Rated: E. My fix-it fic for The Rise of Skywalker.

Binding The Light: Kylo Ren/Rey. Rated: T. Following the destruction of Starkiller, Kylo Ren obsesses over what he wants.

Reputation: Ben Solo/Rey. Rated: M. Rey is in a forced relationship with Hux and so out of spite she asks Kylo Ren to take her virginity.

Short: Ben Solo/Rey. Rated: E. Jealous Ben with a choking kink disapproves of Rey’s outfit. PWP modesty trope subversion.

#dramione #dramione fanfiction #Dramione fanfic #draco x hermione #hermione x draco #My fic #senlinyu #avendell #elithienart #reylo #zutara

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babbushka · 4 years

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Good, Good, Good, Better

Medieval King!Kylo Ren x Reader

3.1k ; Content warnings: Mention and description of food, NSFW (Aphrodisiacs, mutual masturbation, hand-feeding, bathtub sex, rough sex, PIV, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, dirty talk)

Available on AO3!

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He is not but three steps through the grand wooden doors which lead to the bed chambers, when he is met with your body colliding against his.

Without thinking, Kylo winds his arms around you to catch you as you jump into his embrace, an act on instinct born from having loved you for so long. Your laughter is bright as he spins you around, as your arms lock themselves around his neck.

“Kylo! Darling, you’ve returned just in time.” Your eyes are wide and filled with sparkling mirth, something far more than just the reflection of the golden candlelight. He holds you round your middle so that your feet do not touch the floor, and you cross your ankles behind you as you whisper low in his ear, “I’ve planned a very special meal for us this evening.”

“I’m ravenous.” He smirks at you, settling you down gently and pushing on your shoulders. You immediately go to your knees in the way he had hoped you would, and fuck do you look so good on your knees like that. “Come rest your ear against my stomach, see how it rumbles.”

You bite your lip, and from your spot on the floor you ruck up his tunic enough to expose his abs. A thick thatch of coarse black hair trails down from his naval, and you do not restrain yourself from the desire to lick the hard muscle which burns so hotly under your touch.

Laughing the slightest bit at your theatrics, Kylo pets down your hair and presses your ear to his abs, when at just the right moment, there is a rumble through him. Ravenous, indeed.

“How loud!” You grin up at him, so pleased that he has returned home to you in as good condition that he has. He is filthy, and hungry, but there are no wounds to be seen, and for this you are grateful.

So grateful that you cannot help but be more playful than usual, so you smile as your cheek squishes against his abs, “Oh my King, this is a dire case, I must see at once that you are…satisfied.”

You look at one another, and he gives you a quirk of his brow, a suggestive quirk, as if to say, but you’re on your knees…

You don’t take the bait, instead getting up with a wide smile and taking his hand. He expects you to pull him through the castle and to the great hall, so when you head the opposite direction, head towards the bathing room he frowns concerningly.

“Blossom, this is…” He trails off though, when he sees the spread in front of him.

There is a large tub that has been brought to the center of the room, sitting over the fire pit which has gently been smoldering away, not much more than hot coals enough to keep the water steaming. A wooden plank stretches across one side of the tub, lavishly decorated with plates piled high with food and golden goblets of wine.

Floating in the water are herbs that produce a beautiful fragrance as they steep, candles are lit and near the opposite end of the bath, a musician is seated, gently strumming their lute.

“I thought you might like to enjoy your dinner with a long, hot, wet, soak.” You turn to your husband, licking your lips as your fingers deftly untie the yellow lacing which adorns your surcoat.

Kylo only hums in agreement, takes a step closer to you. You offer yourself to him, allow him to undress you in a way that he always clamors to do. The surcoat is a fine silk brocade, a pale blue with yellow filigree. It slips away from your body as Kylo unties it the rest of the way, and you practically shiver with anticipation as he unclasps a golden armband around the sleeve of your kirtle from each arm. After that, you are free to raise those arms above your head, and Kylo’s warm hands pull the bright blue kirtle up and over your head, letting it fall down to the floor, leaving you naked before him.

“Into the tub.” He instructs, reaching up to caress your cheek for a moment, before unpinning your hair and watching as it cascades down your back.

You do as you’re told happily, letting out a great moan as you step into the hot water, your body slinking down down down until your breasts are just barely covered. Kylo can see your nipples through the water, can see how they grow stiff as you adjust to the temperature. You look divine, next to the food. He doesn’t know what he wishes to feast on first.

Kylo rids himself of his clothing quickly, glad to have stopped by the armory to turn in his suit and mail for polishing before making his way to you. And make his way to you he does, the water spilling ever so slightly over the side of the great wooden tub, his muscles grateful for the heat of the water. Steam clings to his body as it does to yours, and he does not even think before corralling you onto his lap, licking and kissing slowly, steadily, at your throat.

“Open your mouth.” You whisper.

He looks up at you, sees what you have in your hand. You offer him what appears to be a large chunk of meat, roast venison and a perfectly soft and fragrant garlic clove. He accepts it, sucks on the fingers which enter his mouth as you press the food against his tongue. It is so flavorful, so tender and juicy, he moans as he licks up your wrist where a small droplet of sauce from the meat had rolled down.

“Again.” You grin, glad that the taste pleases him.

This time it is a large chunk of quail dipped in a pomegranate wine sauce, and the time after that it is steamed clams. Each bite is succulent, his mouth waters for it, so much so that he finds himself drooling as he watches you feed yourself in time. One for him, one for you, back and forth until your bellies begin to fill with the richness of the food.

Roast beef cooked as rare as was allowed, wrapped in a puff pastry spiced with saffron. Turnips, asparagus, carrots roasted in wine, scoops of hummus he licks and sucks off your fingers, out of your palm, kissing your skin after he swallows. You look at him with such joy, such heat behind your eyes.

“I know you have a plan of some sort, blossom, and if it were to kill me I’d be dead already.” Kylo teases, as he begins to feel…different.

Different in a good kind of way, different in a way that has him sweating – and not from the heat of the bath. His cock is achingly hard, his heart flutters, his stomach swoops, he finds that he has such a strong desire to fuck you that it’s beginning to take over every other thought in his mind. You are still on his lap, naked and beautiful and you smell so sweet, his dick rubs against your thighs and it has started to drive him mad.

Are you so affected? You must be, you’ve eaten the same foods, drank the same wine, surely you must be so affected.

He cranes his neck to look at you, and oh yes you are.

“Quite the opposite. I missed you.” You moan ever so softly as you move his hand.

Those hands of his have had a death grip on your waist and thigh, the way you’re seated on his lap has you turned sideways and your breasts are nearly pushed up into his face, he is nearly drooling with want.

“I was gone for two days.” His voice is husky, hoarse, as you guide one down between your legs, his large palm cupping your pussy. He can feel it pulsing for him, and his throat goes dry.

“Two days is a long time to go without my Knight in shining armor.” You whimper, pushing his hand against you more fully.

He gets the hint, and two of his thick fingers push into you easily to your absolute satisfaction. It’s a hard angle, but you waste no time wrapping your free hand around the thick shaft of his cock, giving it a steady squeeze. With your other hand, you reach back to the board of food and press a cream-covered chestnut into his mouth, and his cock only throbs harder.

“Oh!” Suddenly he understands, it’s the food that’s making you both like this, spurring you on. Something about the reaction your bodies have to the flavors, the spices, the something oh he doesn’t know, he doesn’t know but he wants more of it right now.

“There you are handsome.” Your face breaks into a breathtaking grin, and your hand speeds up, now that he’s finally gotten your plan all along. His moves in time with yours, and you lean your head on his shoulder as you jerk each other off, breathing a little quicker as you ask, “Feel good?”

“Y-yes,” Kylo is quick to respond, his fingers moving and stretching your cunt so you can better take him. He is so hard, his cock is so heavy in your hand even there under the water, the curve of it a promise of that sweet burn of pleasure as your fingers trail up and down the thick veins which protrude from it. “Heaven above your touch has never failed in its magnificence.”

“I’m so wet for you Kylo, feel me, touch me, see how wet I am.” Your mouth is dropped open, the wet shine of your tongue darting out to lick at your lips, and something in Kylo’s brain trips up when your hips open wide enough for him to slip in a third finger all the way to the knuckle.

“I – I have to fuck you.” He grunts out, and you’re nodding before he’s even finished getting the words out.

“Grab me, go on, be rough with me.” You encourage eagerly, quickly, happily, practically begging him, “I need you, Kylo, I need you.”

With all the strength he possesses, he lifts you clean off his lap and turns you more fully to straddle him. Your back is pressed firmly against his chest as he sits you hard on his hard and doesn’t give you much time to adjust before he’s planting his heels on the basin of the tub and thrusting up into you.

“Ah!” You gasp aloud, your mouth latching onto his throat, teeth sinking into the meat of his neck as your muffled voice moans, “You’re so big, fuck -- !”

“You can take it blossom, my good girl, I know you can.” He pulls out nearly all the way, feels the muscles of your pelvis clench around him, desperately wanting to keep him inside, before thrusting back in and knocking the wind out of you. “It’s – shit that’s tight – it’s only been two days.”

“You have to fuck me twice as hard, to make up for it, oh Kylo!” You arch your back slightly, just enough for your ribcage to expand as you take in sharp breaths on each hard push of his cock through the slick folds of your pussy.

The water does the unfortunate thing of washing away all the pretty slick that comes out of your body, but you are smart, so smart, and you’ve oiled up the water so that it might help things go smoothly, and Kylo groans groans groans as he shoves his cock farther into your cunt.

“Did you play with yourself while I was gone?” He demands to know, his arms hooking under your armpit and nearly holding you in a headlock, keeping you still. You’re squirming so much, the sensations from the food filling your whole body and driving you just as mad as he.

“No!” You wriggle against his hold, wanting to touch your clit, wanting to fuck yourself harder on his cock. He’s got you tight, the fast drag of his dick against your walls has you moaning loud, “No I saved it just for you, I haven’t come in ages!”

“M-me neither.” He grunts, pleased to hear this. Sometimes you’re not so well behaved, sometimes he has to punish you for not following his orders. But this time, this time you were good, he can tell, can tell by how tight you are.

“You gonna come in me?” The back of your throat clicks as tears of pleasure begin to cling up on your eyelashes, “Are you going to fuck me full of your big hot load?”

“(Y/N),” He pants grunts groans as the water splashes out of the tub, as he bounces you on his cock hard fast wet wet wet, so hot, burning up from the inside out, “Say my name, keep – I want to hear you crying for me.”

“Please! Please, I – Kylo, Kylokyloooohgod!” You’re shouting, eyes shut tight as your body tremors on top of his, as your teeth clack together from how your orgasm shoots up your spine.

Quickly, Kylo grabs that golden goblet from which he has sipped all night, cradles the back of your head gently yet firmly and tips the rim to your lips.

“Drink this and come on my cock.” He encourages, and you let it pour into your mouth, overflow all across your chin, let it drip and stream in rivulets between your breasts.

He has to see, has to taste it, so he pulls off of you for only long enough to turn you to face him fully, your legs shaking so badly that they cannot find purchase around his hips, so he must hold you up. You take the goblet in a pleasure weak hand and slosh spiced wine onto your breasts more heavily, your hand pushing Kylo’s head down to take them into his mouth.

“Fuuck,” He sucks and licks the wine off your nipples, broad strokes of his tongue as he lifts and lowers your hips fast fast fast and hard, fucks you on his cock, “I’m going to come in you, I’m going to come in your perfect fucking cunt.”

“Yesyesyesyes!” You’re hiccupping, crying around him, chin wobbling and eyes shut tight as you clench around him.

He slams his cock up into your pussy once more, his spine on fire from pleasure, tears coming to his own eye, drool hanging off his teeth and chin, as he comes and comes and comes, hot and thick, and so much of it that you’re sure you can feel it spreading through you. You’re moaning, and he’s grunting lowly against your chest, sounding almost like he’s in pain.

“I’m…fuck I’m still hard, I’m – ” Kylo’s starting to see spots, his vision clouding out as his cock pulses inside of you, spills and spills and spills but still craves more, “Blossom, don’t move don’t -- ohh.”

You lay him back against the edge of the tub, determined and hungry, eyes blown wide and pupils black with lust, as you find a second wave of energy to ride him fast fast fast, your hands braced on his chest as his cock splits you into two.

He grabs at your chest and kisses all over you, harsh biting kisses that will leave marks and bruises, the kind that when you’ve had your fill of one another, he will press his thumbs into to make you moan once again and again as they fade. He bites down, sucks and kisses at your shoulders, your breasts, your throat, his hand slipping down between your bodies to shakily rub at your clit.

“I’m so close, harder? Harder, please, please I’ll do anything – right there!” Your voice rises rises rises in volume until it breaks, cracks under the pressure of pleasure and screams for him, “Don’t you dare stop, don’t you fucking stop!”

“I won’t -- I need more,” Kylo’s jaw is dropped, his eyes rolled back into his head, visions of heaven sprayed behind his eyelids, visions of you. He does not even open his eyes to groan, “Stars, but you’re beautiful.”

You come again, your body wracked through with nerves so hard that you’re nearly convulsing, knees shuddering shaking around his wide hips. Your body collapses on top of his lap, gone limp in a way that has your hips relaxing and somehow, somehow, Kylo’s cock is forced deeper from the gravity of your relaxation.

He comes again, simply from the sheer all encompassing feeling of you – your body on his, your cunt tight hot wet on his cock, your hands in his hair, your taste on his tongue, your scent curling up into his nostrils and making him have no other means to function other than to come in you.

Your breathing is hot and ragged, both of you. The lute playing has since finished, the musician likely having gotten the hint and left the room unnoticed. Food has been knocked everywhere, goblets of wine are overturned. Everything is still, and Kylo is content to simply hold you and caress you as you rest your head on his chest.

He brushes your soaked hair away from where it sticks to your back, his calloused fingers grazing up and down your spine as he softly kisses your temple.

“Thank you, darling.” You sigh, your voice unsteady but filled with bliss.

“You’re trembling.” He chuckles deep in his chest, looks down at where you’re against his chest and kisses you properly, kisses your shaking smile.

“You’re still hard.” You shift your hips on his cock, not having pulled off of him yet. He groans softly, licking his lip as pleasure tickles his mind. You regard him with such love that he has to blush, when you say, “Tis a good thing then, that the fire underneath this bath has not gone out yet.”

“What have you done to me? What spell am I under?” He mumbles softly, teasingly, wanting to make you laugh. He does so love to hear you laugh.

“No such witchcraft, only the natural properties of a good meal, good wine, and good baths.” You wink at him, tucking his wet hair behind his ears. He blushes some more, embarrassed of the way his ears stick out, but you only give them a sweet tug.

“Mmm, and better pussy.” He agrees, picking up a last surviving piece of food that had not yet fallen off the board, and pressing it into your mouth, gearing up for a long night ahead.

#kylo ren #kylo ren x reader #kylo ren/reader #kylo ren x you #kylo ren/you #kylo ren imagine #kylo ren fanfiction #kylo ren fanfic #kylo ren smut #medieval au #medieval!kylo #knight!kylo ren #historical au #my writing #knight!kylo

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thotful-writing · 3 years

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Descending into Darkness (4)

Summary: Kylo has surprises, but he’s not the only one.

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Chapter 3

Words: 4k

Warnings: Choking, forced orgasm, sex while sick (basically Kylo f*cking you while you have a fever), nsfw

A/N: Just go with me on this chapter. I have plans, I promise.

Anywhere. Anytime. It didn't matter what you were doing or what you said, Kylo took you when he wanted to. He'd call for you and you'd come running, barely containing yourself as you waited for him to bark an order at you or shove you against a wall, or any surface for that matter. Any shame you felt was out as soon as you heard his voice.

"Eager today." Kylo discarded his heavy cloak over one of the chairs after you sprinted into the room.

You felt like he'd been gone a lifetime but in reality it was only a few hours that day. Everything passed slower when he was gone and it was infuriating how desperately you wanted him to come back.

"Do you miss me or my cock when I'm gone?" He set his intense gaze on you, knowing exactly what you ached for while he was away.

"You, master." You chewed nervously on your lip.

"Lying already?" He tilted your chin up with the tip of his finger and you almost melted at the small touch.

"It's almost too easy to disarm you. I wonder if you'd be this pathetic for anyone that barely brushed against you." His tone was short, but he didn't seem angry or irritated, which gave you some hope.

"I've been touched before, master." The words came out before you could stop them.

His expression changed like the flip of a switch and his hand dropped away. You hoped it was jealousy in his eyes, that he didn't want to think of anyone touching what belonged to him, but it was wishful thinking.

"Ignorant little thing. I could hand you over to the entirety of officers in the First Order without a second thought.”

"But you don't want anyone else touching me?" You questioned.

Kylo leaned closer, his lips brushing the shell of your ear, "I'd prefer to use my new toy before sharing it."

His words sent a shiver up your spine, causing all kinds of alarms to go off in your head. You didn't want to be shared or passed around. You wanted to be his and only his.

He stepped back from you and finished removing his thick, padded tunic, "your expectations of what this is are exaggerated."

"What is it then?" You asked, knowing what came out of his mouth next was only going to hurt you.

"You're a plaything for me, something to toy with between assignments. You're nothing. And when I'm finished I'll give you away to whoever might want a used up little thing like you."

"That's cruel." You muttered with you a knitted brow.

In a dizzying move, he shoved you face first against the wall with his large hand pressing down on the back of your neck.

"That would be mercy, I can show you true cruelty." He spoke close to your ear.

He was already pushing your dress up around your hips and yanking your panties down when you decided to dig yourself into a deeper hole.

"How is that merciful?"

"I could snap your neck instead,” His hand tightened on the back of your neck, “I could abandon you on a desolate planet," he had his cock pressed between your thighs, breath hot against your neck, "or give you to the Knights of Ren. They're much less forgiving of smart mouths and stupid questions."

You gasped as he filled you, cock sliding into you with a soft grunt from him. There was a brief moment that you were both silent, reveling in the feeling of each other.

"I could just end it myself." A small breathy moan slipped past your lips, "I'd have control then."

"You wouldn't. Do you know why, pet?" He asked as his fingers dug painfully into your hips.

"W-Why?" You stuttered as you tried not to give in to how good he felt buried inside you.

"You forget that I know what goes on in that little head of yours, that curiosity... chipping away at you little by little. You crave this, addicted to the very things you call cruel." Kylo was deliberate with his words and the strokes of his cock, moving so slowly you thought it would go on forever.

"I don't... want to be given away... like an object." You were barely hanging onto the moan caught in your throat.

A pressure began building in your head as he continued to slowly fuck you, his cock dragging against your walls.

"That's what you've been all your life. Nothing more than a thing... to be passed around and discarded once you've served your purpose." Kylo dug deep into your memories, sifting through even the most painful.

"You've been keeping secrets from me, pet." He said as he pulled more from you, a dull ringing piercing your ears.

Kylo was ruthless as he began fucking you harder. The cold, steel wall was a stark contrast to your heated cheeks, one of his hands was on the back of your neck while the other was fixed on your hip. His fingers dug deeper into you, as if he was trying to bury his hand beneath your soft skin and root himself to you.

You whimpered and pleaded, wanting him to stop and keep going at the same time. He was right, you were starting to crave everything he did to you, regardless of how harsh and unforgiving he was. Your body and mind betrayed you when you silently begged for more and when you finally let go, legs shaking as you came.

"Always so stubborn. I’ll break you of that, pet." He chided as he continued to use your body however he pleased throughout the night.

Out of the plethora of things that could be said about Kylo, one of them was that he was consistent, routine in the things he did, regardless of anyone else. By now you thought you knew him, knew how ruthless and uncaring he was, but that wasn’t always the case.

That day you hadn’t done much, your body ached, and your throat was sore, neither of which had anything to do with Kylo, at least not this time. You were curled up on the couch wishing for death when he walked through the door, blanket wrapped around you like it was sustaining your life, but really it was just to help stave off the shivering. The eagerness you normally held when he came back was dwindled to nothing. He barely gave any notice of you until he had finished stripping out of his weighted clothing. You held out hope that his normal routine might be swayed temporarily since you were sick or that maybe he’d just ignore your existence for a while.

“You’ve been quiet today. Your thoughts haven’t been as suffocating.” He said as he slipped off his heavy boots.

“I’m dying.” You said sarcastically with a scratchy voice, barely lifting your head from the cushion.

He finally looked over at you, “are you sick?”

“Probably. I’m always freezing, it was only a matter of time.” You rolled over onto your side, each movement made everything ache.

Kylo approached you and knelt next to the couch, pressing the back of his hand to your flushed cheeks, “you’re warm.”

A softer side to Kylo was a rarity and if you hadn’t been sick you might’ve stupidly said something about it, but you were too weak to even have half of a thought.

He pulled the blanket off of you and you assumed he was helping you cool off, but that was far from his goal. He scooped you up into his arms and carried you towards his room. You glanced up at him, feeling dizzy from his sudden change in demeanor and probably the fever. You wondered if maybe you were having some kind of fevered dream.

“Are you taking me to the med bay?” You asked, leaning limply against his chest.

“After.” He said shortly as he placed you on the bed.

After? After what? You opened your mouth to ask what he meant, but when he tugged on your sweatpants you knew exactly what he meant. He was still being gentle with you, which was nice, but you really didn’t have the strength for what he was planning. He peeled your panties off and rolled you onto your side while he positioned himself behind you.

“Kylo, please-“

He ignored your whimper as he slid his cock into you. He stilled for a moment and let out a soft groan at the feeling.

“The fever makes your cunt even warmer.” He skimmed his hand up your body, slipping it beneath your shirt.

He pulled you closer and set a slow rhythm of fucking you, his cock filling you and forcing breathy moans from your lips. Your body was weak, too weak to really do much other than let him do as he pleased, which he didn’t seem to mind. His large hand encompassed your breast, squeezing and teasing you, the stark contrast of the heat radiating from your skin and the slight warmth of his hand made you shiver.

“So quiet when you’re ill.” He commented at the lack of moans and thoughts running rampant through your mind.

“Please, I need-“

He placed his hand over your mouth, “shhh, I didn’t say I wanted you to speak. Just let me use your weak little body.”

You whimpered beneath his hand, trying to focus on the feeling of him fucking you instead of the aching muscles and sore throat. He moved his hand from your mouth down to your throat, squeezing it lightly. His pace had changed, still not as rough as he normally was, but close to it. You wanted to fight off the orgasm you felt building, knowing it would make you shake and tense, which would only add to the overall pain and soreness that had settled into your bones, but it was hard to ignore with how well he worked your body.

Kylo held you close with your back pressed against his chest as he softly kneaded your heated skin, hands squeezing your hips, your breasts, working to touch you everywhere that left you keening for more.

All it took was one slight move from you, the smallest buck of your hips, for Kylo to slam into you a little harder. You moaned loudly, unravelling before him as you lost the fight between him and your sickness.

“That’s it… good girl.” That little bit of praise was all you needed to give into him and let go.

There was no point in denying it, even when you felt like death you couldn’t refuse him or the way your body responded to him. You were lost to sensation and feeling as you came, clenching around his cock. Your body shuddered and trembled as you fed into your orgasm, all thoughts of aches and pains had fallen to the back of your mind. He continued to fuck you, driving his thick cock further into you with each thrust until he found his release and filled you with cum. His breath was hot against the back of your neck as he let out a shaky grunt, still pumping his cock in and out of you slowly, only stopping after a few minutes.

“Get dressed.” He pulled out of you and slid off the bed.

Your body was already weak, add his recent usage and you were left with minimal levels of energy. Your movements were slow, standing to put your clothes back on made you dizzy. You leaned against the side of the bed and took a moment to catch your balance. Kylo had already finished getting himself dressed when he returned to see you struggling. He let out a frustrated sigh and bent down to help you.

“Here I thought you couldn’t get any more useless.” He chided as he pulled your pants up for you.

“Sorry, master.” You managed and placed your hand on his shoulder for balance.

“Come on, we need to get you better so you can continue to disappoint me only half of the time.” He turned towards the door, but you didn’t budge.

You told your feet to move, but you didn’t have the energy to actually carry out the command. Your body was to the point of just running on autopilot to keep all vital systems going and nothing more.

He sighed again and rolled his eyes as he returned to your side, bending down and scooping you up into his arms. You wanted to wrap your arms around his neck, but again your limbs didn’t listen to you.

“Don’t get used to this, pet.” He warned.

Caring Kylo was a welcomed change and something you didn’t even think existed. He still degraded you and put on thick condescension, but it lacked it’s usual bite. You leaned into the softness he showed you, careful not to put too much focus on it for fear that he’d retaliate in some way. Part of you wondered if it was a fever dream that any of this was happening, but you reminded yourself he did fuck you before taking you to get any help.

On the way to the Med Bay you must have passed out because you woke up to the feeling of being laid down on a cold bed, which made you shiver more.

“What’s wrong?” A familiar voice sounded from beside you.

“She’s sick. Obviously. Kylo said with barely an ounce of concern.

You turned to see Fent standing over you and you lost the strength to fight off the memories of how you already knew him. You couldn’t shield your thoughts from Kylo and the fever made you a little more reckless with your words.

“You can make me better, right? You always do.” You said weakly.

An annoyed grunt from Kylo reminded you that he was still there and that you’d probably pay for that in some way later on.

“I’ll do my best.” Fent winked at you.

The rest of your time with him was a blur, you waned in and out of the conversation, your gaze fixed on the way Fent spoke and the softness of his touch. He was the direct opposite of Kylo and it was nice to hear a softer tone without so much hatred and anger behind it.

Fent left for a moment to grab something and your head was immediately jerked to the other side by a forceful grasp. He narrowed his eyes at you, furious gaze burning into you and making you shudder.

“So this is what your unfiltered thoughts sound like? Interesting.” He furrowed his brow.

“Kylo, I-“

“We’ll discuss this later.” He released you as Fent returned.

You were hesitant to look at him again, knowing Kylo was listening intently on every thought you had, but it was difficult not to glance over.

“Alright, this should help clear everything up, but you may experience some lingering weakness. Keep an eye on her for the next couple of hours.” He held up a syringe.

Being carried back to Kylo’s quarters wasn’t as enjoyable the second time. He was tense and stepping heavily, clearly deliberately being a little more careless with you. When he stepped through the door you expected him to drop you on the floor, but he didn’t. Instead, he carried you back to his room, which made you a little uneasy. You weren’t sure you could handle another round with him, or if you’d survive.

“I’m sorry for earlier.” You said softly, hoping to gauge his level of anger from his tone, but he remained silent as he laid you down on the bed.

“Rest. You’ll need it.” He left the room without another word.

It felt odd being in his room, in his bed. You wondered why he put you there and not on your small cot. It wasn’t like he cared any other time, so what was different now besides the doctor encouraging him to keep an eye on you? Maybe it was a trick? You shook the intrusive thoughts from your mind and scooted down into the bed, deciding to enjoy it for however long you had it.

An ache in your stomach woke you up, how long you’d been asleep you couldn’t be sure. You shifted and felt Kylo pressed against you, arm draped over your waist. The urge to roll over and look at his sleeping form was enticing, but something else was pulling your attention.

“Kylo-“ You muttered before leaning over the edge of the bed and emptying the contents of your stomach.

He woke up instantly and sat up, his hand on your shoulder, “what- fuck.”

You felt a wave of dizziness as you sat up, wiping your mouth with the back of your hand, “ I’ll clean that up.”

He slid out of bed and pulled you with him, cradling you in his arms again, something you were growing fond of but it was hard to enjoy when you felt like your body was on fire from the inside. Instead of turning towards the door, he went left and into his bathroom.

“Wait-“

“We need to get this fever down,” he answered simply, “and clean the vomit from your hair. Then you can clean your mess in my room.”

“I’ll clean your room first, then I can take a shower myself.” You didn’t want him thinking you were dependent on him, he didn’t seem eager to be responsible for someone else.

“You can barely sit up without looking like you’re going to fall over. Standing without guidance isn’t really an option.” He turned the shower on and sat you on the counter next to the sink.

He lifted your shirt over your head, “you’ll owe me for this, pet.”

He tried to avoid touching the chunks of food on your shirt and in your hair. After tossing your shirt to the floor he pulled you off the counter and helped you remove your panties. He felt the water in the shower and all but placed you beneath the stream.

“Fuck.” You gasped at the ice-cold water that enveloped you and tried to step out of it.

“Get back in there.” He pointed.

“No, it’s fucking freezing. I’ll just deal with the fever and vomit. Let me out.” You shivered.

Kylo sighed and removed his shirt before pushing you back into the shower, still wearing his sweatpants. He forced you beneath the stream of water and stood back enough to avoid getting too wet.

“K-Kylo… P-Please- It’s too cold.” You shivered, holding your arms around your body.

He placed his hand beneath the stream of water, “it’s warm.”

“The fuck it is. It’s freezing.” You shuddered.

“Because you’re sick. Wash your hair and I’ll let you out.” He crossed his arms.

You were too cold to move, thinking he was crazy to believe the water was actually warm. It felt like ice running down your body. After a few minutes of shivering and hoping he’d let you out, you finally gave in and managed to start washing your hair when the dizziness hit again, causing you to lean against the wall for support.

Kylo steadied you with his hand on your hip, “finish up, we’re going back to that doctor.”

“F-Fent isn’t a doctor… not exactly. He’s more of an assistant.” You said without hesitation.

“I see you two have gotten close. Maybe I’ll just leave you with him this time?”

Kylo jerked you out of the shower, his ever-changing moods making you dizzier than the sickness. He roughly dried you off and dressed you before lifting you into his arms once more. He didn’t bother to dress himself or even put on shoes before leaving the quarters.

“You’re proving to be more trouble than you’re worth.” He commented as he walked.

“Does that mean you’re going to give me away soon?” You swallowed hard, the thought making you anxious.

“It means you’ll need to step up your efforts. Prove that you deserve to stay.”

The Med Bay doors opened and closed behind him, he didn’t even bother sitting you down gently. Fent stepped out of the back office and paused the second he saw you and Kylo. He didn’t have time to say a word before Kylo raised his hand and strangled him with the Force. He fell to his knees gasping for air.

“Stop! Please!” You begged him, grabbing Kylo’s arm and trying to lower it.

He shoved you down on the cold surface with his other hand, “she’s worse than before. What did you do to her?”

Fent gasped and choked for air when Kylo finally released him, trying to fill his lungs as fast as possible. He remained in the floor and glanced up at you laying weakly on the bed.

“I-I didn’t do anything. The medicine should’ve helped.” He finally stood up on shaky legs, clearly afraid for his life.

“I’ll let you live long enough to clean her vomit off of my floor then.” Kylo sneered.

Fent came closer, hands trembling, “j-just give me a minute. I can fix this.”

An alarm sounded and the voice of General Hux echoed over an intercom, “Commander Ren to the bridge.”

Kylo looked at you and then to Fent, “if she isn’t better by the time I return then she’ll be watching the life drain from your eyes while I find someone who can fix this.”

Fent nodded quickly, “y-yes. Of course.”

Kylo glanced at you again before he left. You turned your attention to Fent, wanting to ease his anxiety, but you knew Kylo meant it, but your concern for him quickly faded.

He stopped shaking and grabbed another syringe from his pocket, “this one will actually make you better. No side effects.”

He injected the medicine into your upper arm and you felt the effects immediately. The shivering stopped, as did the aches and any pains you were having. You sat up without any dizziness.

“Did you- what did you give me before?” You asked.

“Something to ensure he brought you back.” He answered simply and placed the syringe on the table.

“Why would you do that? You could’ve died.” It made no sense, he put his life on the line just so Kylo would bring you back to him? And he was betting that Kylo cared enough to not let you die in a pile of your own vomit.

“I needed to talk with you again. I know you’re not here of your own volition, most of the girls he takes aren’t.” Fent revealed, surprising you that he knew more about the situation than you did.

“Did he tell you what happened to the one before you?” He asked as he helped you down from the bed.

“No, he’s never really mentioned any of the ones before me.” You shook your head, growing more confused by the second.

“Your predecessor escaped, with my help. The one before that too. I can help you get out as well.” Fent offered, seeming to be sincere.

“I don’t- what do you mean you helped them?” You furrowed your brow.

“Look, by now you know Kylo doesn’t like to be inconvenienced. Anything that goes against what he wants is irritating. I offered them a way out. I made them sick, to the point where he wanted nothing to do with them after a few days. He left them in my care and when I told him they didn’t make it, he went on without question.” He said.

You were taken aback, was he really offering to make you sick so Kylo didn’t want you anymore? It didn’t surprise you that’s how Kylo responded, but it seemed even more cruel that Fent’s solution was to make them sick.

“If you want my help then come back in a week. I’ll have a ship leaving then and I can put you on it. And don’t think about anything we talked about, just focus on the injection.”

Before you could ask a question, Kylo entered into the room and Fent took a step back from you. You looked over at Kylo and back to Fent, panic rising in your chest at the impossible choice before you.

#kylo ren #kylo ren fanfiction #kylo ren x reader #kylo ren x you #kylo ren smut #descending into darkness #general hux #the first order

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theres-an-impulstor-among-us · 3 years

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Why did Martyn react like that when Ren said he trusted him in the writing request you just posted? 👀

okie so idk if this was a request/prompt or just a question but i wrote something for it anyway lol

also the fic in question is here

this one contains references to Evo fanon :)

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Martyn is rearranging the chests down in their employee area when Ren enters, adjusting the crown on his head. “Good afternoon, Sir Martyn,” says Ren grandly. “How are we doing?”

“All good,” chuckles Martyn. “Just doing some sorting of our chests. Is there any particular way you want them organised?”

“Nah, I trust you better than I trust myself with that kind of thing,” Ren chuckles.

When Martyn doesn’t reply, Ren glances over and sees that his friend has frozen. “Martyn? You okay?”

“Huh?” Martyn clears his throat and quickly shakes his head to clear it. “Sorry, yeah, I’m fine.”

“Are you sure? That’s the second time that’s happened today and I’m a little concerned.”

“I said I’m fine!” snaps Martyn abruptly.

Ren blinks. “Wh-What?”

Martyn sighs, covering his eyes with his hand. “I’m sorry, boss. Please forgive me. I-I should go.”

He starts to go to the door but Ren rises and grabs his hands, gently pulling him towards the fireplace, and sits him down on the floor in front of the fire.

Martyn averts his gaze as Ren sits down opposite him. “Martyn, what’s going on?”

“Nothing important.”

“It clearly is important, because it’s making you upset.” Ren frowns worriedly. “Did I say something? Or do something?”

Martyn grimaces. “Well… yes, but it’s not about you, it’s about me.”

“What is it? Whatever it is, I’ll stop doing it.”

“It’s just… You keep saying you trust me.”

“I do trust you, though,” says Ren. “Do you want me to stop saying it? I’m sorry, I didn’t realise it bothered you. I’ll stop saying it.”

“Boss, please, stop!” Martyn snaps suddenly. “It bothers me because I betrayed the last person to say that to me!”

Ren stares at him in shock, his breath catching in his throat. “What…?”

Martyn buries his face in his hands. It’s over. He’s lasted this long, but it’s over. Ren is finally going to find out what he did.

“Um… So you know Grian, BigB, Jimmy, and I were part of a group called the Evolutionists before we split up and Grian joined Hermitcraft?”

Ren nods slowly.

“Well… Our world was taken over by an extremely powerful race of beings known as the Watchers. They essentially enslaved us, keeping us under their control.”

Martyn clears his throat as painful memories start to resurface.

…

Martyn enters the Watcher’s chambers and kneels down in front of them, bowing his head. “Your Eminence. You summoned me?”

The Watcher turns, giving Martyn a slightly creepy smile. “LittleWood, my loyal subject. I gather you saw the display this morning?”

Martyn slowly nods. He will never forget the sight of a fully-powered Grian being restrained and dragged away by three Watchers. “I did. I’m not sure all that force was necessary, but-.”

The Watcher grips Martyn’s shoulder, causing a searing pain to shoot through his body. He breaks off his sentence with a muted cry.

“I did not ask for your opinion, LittleWood,” they say sternly. “We used as much force as we needed to; you do not know what Grian is capable of. He is far more powerful than you, and even more powerful than several of the Watchers here. We could have been a powerful team but he chose to betray us. You would never betray me, would you?”

Martyn tries not to flinch as the Watcher touches his cheek. “Of course I wouldn’t, Your Eminence.”

“Good.” The Watcher’s smile widens and they place their hand on Martyn’s shoulder, causing him to tense up. “You were always my favourite, you know.”

Martyn holds his breath as the Watcher’s magic starts to hurt his shoulder. Just a few moments longer. “Your favourite, Your Eminence?”

“Yes indeed. I trust you, LittleWood.”

All of a sudden, Martyn moves lightning fast and stabs the Watcher through the neck with the spectral arrow he managed to sneak in. As the Watcher rears back in pain and fury, Martyn snatches the intricate key from around their neck and bolts for the door, dodging a badly aimed blast of magic.

He flees down the corridor, past rows of doors, and bursts through the large door at the end, which holds the magenta portal frame. Panting from exertion and fear, Martyn inserts the key into the small slot in the frame and twists it, activating the swirling black portal inside the frame.

He takes one last glance back at the door, regretting having to leave some of his fellow Evolutionists here. One face in particular appears in front of his vision. He’ll really miss her. But this is his only chance to get away.

The shriek of his Watcher echoing in his ears, Martyn jumps through the portal.

…

Ren envelopes Martyn in a hug, feeling his friend trembling against him as he relives the horrific memories. “Oh my god…”

“I know… But I had to get out of there, no matter what I had to do.”

“What? No, not your actions. Them. The way they tortured you guys and kept you prisoner.”

“We weren’t exactly their prisoners,” murmurs Martyn. “We were more like their pets. They kept us around as an inferior species, to remind themselves and us of their power and status. It took a long time for all of us to get free.”

“So… The way you had to treat that Watcher like a monarch… Why do you treat me the same way? Surely after that, you’d never want to work for someone else ever again?”

Martyn hesitates. “Well… Simple answer: you’re different. The Watchers controlled every aspect of our lives, from our actions to our speech. You treat me well. You take care of me. In fact, you treat me more like an equal than an employee. I’d never want to work for anyone else.”

Tears fill Ren’s eyes and he hugs Martyn tightly. “Oh, Martyn… You’ve no idea how much that means to me. I swear, I’ll be the best boss ever for you.”

Martyn chuckles weakly. “You don’t have to do anything different, Ren. You’re already the best boss.”

“Well, I’m gonna keep going. I’m gonna protect you with my life, the way you protect me with yours. You deserve happiness and safety just as much as I do.”

“Oh stop, you’re gonna make me cry,” Martyn says softly. “Can I get back to organising the chests?”

Ren smiles and nods, releasing Martyn. “Of course. Just let me know if you need anything.”

Martyn gets to his feet and smiles back at Ren. It feels nice to have everything out in the open and not have Ren judge him for what he had to do to get his freedom.

“You too.”

#3rdlifesmp #evo #inthelittlewood #rendog #vaunna’s requests

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heliosthegriffin · 3 years

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Jaune “Mean Bastard” Arc AU.

The Arc family is a family stapled into history with their deeds of heroism, their immense physical strength, willingness to accept others into their clan at the drop of a hat, fighting against insurmountable odds for no apparent reason other than it being the right thing to do.

...That was only half the story however.

Ozpin thought to himself as he watched a tall, very lean blonde strut off the airship.

“Please, please don’t make scene today, Mr. Arc.” Ozpin said to himself, but the tone lacked hope, and most of all was riddled with fear. “Your not even a student here! You didn’t even send in transcript! How’d you even get onto the airship!”

But, deep down Ozpin knew, he always knew, he was an Arc, and Arc’s found a way, one that most people wouldn’t call ethical, sane or even reasonable.

Ozpin shivered, the Arc clan had been much too quiet in recent years. Was he the reason?

What terrible reason could this new Arc have to come to his school.

“Gods help us all, gods help every one of us.”

“So, much for a warm welcome to Beacon.” Ruby muttered to herself in her crater.

“Need a hand?” A warm voice asked her.

Ruby looked up into the two bluest eyes she’d ever seen, and blushed deeply.

“You ok? Looking a little hot under the collar.” The man before her asked with concern.

Ruby could hardly speak, he looked like a modern day fairly tail knight. WIth long blonde bangs, sapphire eyes, handsome face, dressed in all white, blue, and gold.

“I..I”..I”m fine!” Ruby squeaked out.

The blonde boy reached out to grab a flailing hand and pull her to her feet. Ruby wasn’t ready for that however and ended up face to abs with him.

‘So warm, so firm, I could stay here forever.’ Ruby thought to herself. Before going atomic on her blushing, and Rose Warping ten feet behind herself.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to offend you, just thought you could use a hand getting up.” The man said with remourse. “I’ll let you go about your buisness now.

“RUBY ROSE!”

“Hmm?” “MY NAME IS RUBY ROSE! THANK YOU VERY MUCH FOR HELPING ME!”

The blonde man reeled back from her sudden outburst of thanks.

A smile graced his face.

“Jaune Arc.”

“So I got this.”

*Unfurls Crescent Rose*

“Neat.”

“So, you got anything?”

“Hmm. not here.” “Oh, did you send it ahead?” “Nope just didn’t feel like bringing it from home. Didn’t think I need a weapon for this.”

“What! How are you going to fight any Grimm if you don’t have a weapon!? Even my sister needs Ember Celica before she goes punching Grimm out!” Ruby said doing so painfully bad shadow boxing.

“Oh, I didn’t come here to fight Grimm.” “What? Why are you here then, if you’re going to be a hunts-man in training you need to fight Grimm.” “Bold assumption, I’m not already a huntsman.” “Oh, yeah right, you look pretty strong and stuff...” “But, a correct one.” Ruby could only pout at being played like she had. Eye little eyes then spyed two blocky pouchs on his waist.

“What are those?”

“Oh those, one is my journal that take notes in, and the other, well, hehehe, I guess you could say it’s ledger.” “A ledger for what?” “Oh, for keeping track of debts and stuff.”

SIlence filled the space between the two.

“Are you a kneecapper?”

“Of sorts.” “I don’t think we can be friends.” “That is fair.”

“Do you work for the mob, or like, Torchwick.” “Nope, I work for me.”

“Freelance?” “All of my debts relates not to money, but personal experiences.”

“Oh, kinda like when you help some move, and they drive you across town?”

“Close enough, and looks like we’re at the auditorium, I’d say see you around, but since we can’t be friends, bye forever.”

“Wait, wait, I take it back!” But Jaune was gone into the crowd.

“Ahh, fiddle sticks.”

Ozpin looked calm and composed on the outside, but he was freaking the hell out on the inside. He lost track of the Arc, he fucking lost him! He could be anywhere doing anything!

He hasn’t even told Glynda, or anybody else, oh, gods this is going to be a blood bath.

He gave a inperceptible sigh, and decided to give his speech. “Hello, children-”

Warm breath behind him caused him to freeze.

‘When did he get behind me!?’

He could see the children murmuring at the unexpected guest.

“Hi, you must be Ozpin!” The warm voice said behind him. “I’m Jaune Arc lord patriarch of the Arc Clan, and you have been at the top of our shit list for five decades, you have a one day to prepare your last will and rights. Tah-Tah see you in twenty four hours.”

“What are you doing here young man! Get off the stage!” He heard Glynda yell at the Arc behind him.

He would stop her, but he needed to right his will again tonight.

Jaune Arc seemingly did nothing to react to Goodwitch but stare at her.

“Are you obstructing me?”

“Why yes I am, you are interrupting the initiation!”

“I see then.” Jaune brought out his note book.

“What are you doing!?” “Adding you to my shit-list ma’am, and if you don’t stop talking I’m going to just put you further up there.” Jaune said as if it was the most casual thing in the world.

“What I, I never, you, you miscreant!”

“Just keeping talking sugar tits, just keep going up my to-do list.” He shot a Glynda a smirk. “I changed my mind I want to break you into the Arc clan, we like ‘em feisty.”

She went Nuclear with rage and leveled her wand at him and fired a telekinetic wave at him.

“Oops,” Jaune said as the wave hit him, sending him out of the room and into the courtyard.

“That’ll teach him, the arrogant miscreant, should have been smarter to pick a fight here.” Glynda said proudly, “Someone get him off this campus and into a hospital.” “Ah, so kind. You do care, too bad you hit like a child.” Jaune said from behind Glynda picking her up in his arms like a princess “Well, fix that later.” Shooting her a wink in his arms.

‘So strong, and comfy.’ Glynda thought gobsmacked in his arms.

He then looked at Ozpin. “Remember old man, a day and no more.”

It was then that Jaune remembered a legion of students looking at him. “The fuck you all looking at, never seen a man take care of business before?”

The student shuffled around awkwardly.

“Yeah, I damn well thought so. Why are you all dressed so damn weird? Am I at a Anime con or a huntsman academy, Ozpin your standards suck.”

‘I like him more already.” Glynda thought. ‘Standards have been dropping for years.’

“Alright, I know whats happening next.” Jaune said proudly. “I am going to walk my happy ass out of here, and if anyone of you can so much as inconvience me, I will personally train or find someone to train you at the Arc compound.”

The student started looking very nervous, the man took down Glynda Goodwitch with no effort. What chance did they have?

Yang thought differently and launched a flying punch at him, Jaune bent his waist and launched a brutal kick straight into Yang's midsection and sending her through the ceiling.

Ruby came next like a rose petal reaper for his bent over next. Jaune grabbed it with his teeth and threw her aside like a puppy with just neck power.

Weiss not to miss a opportunity, speeds forward on glyphs to skewer him also while shoot a wave of ice at his feet, and a stream of fire at his face.

Casually he flexed his legs and shattered the ice, and kicked his leg out hard enough to send a shock-wave that knocked over idle students and killed Weiss flames.

Weiss however sped through the shock wave, and went to stab Jaune. The blade mere inches from his heart, Jaune leaned down to head butt Weiss while dodging the blade. Weiss went down like a sack of potatos.

Nora went down with hammer at Jaune, but he moved and let her fall on his knee, then grab her by the neck with his teeth throwing her through a wall. Jauen followed up with a kick behind him hitting Ren rag dolling him.

Pyrrha appeared last, an launched a series of precise shots and then strikes at Jaune, only for him to dodge each one, and knee her when she over extended by the millimeter.

WIth that the last of the challengers fell unconscious. All within twenty second, All with Goodwitch in his arms.

“Nice try, I’ll come collect the one’s who tried tomorrow, but first.” Jaune grabbed a handful of Goodwitch’s ass, causing her to gasp out. “I got break in the new Arc.”

“It’s Goodwitch..” She muttered weakly.

“Not anymore.” “...Ok.”

“Ozpin, anyone else that wants to try can do so tomorrow when I merc’ you ass.”

And with that the Arc left, taking Ozpins secretary with him.

That was the other side of the Arc clan, one of maruding madmen who recorded their grudges and never let them go, holding onto any slight for centuries, training their young to perfecting and taking fresh blood to increase their grudge spilling power.

Destroying Grimm Hordes because they killed a family pet.

Killing Tyrants for increasing taxes.

Cucking buisness men, because they heard they them demean their name.

The list goes on. But the fact is the Arc Clan is petty beyond reason, and always looking for more members... If you meet their interest that is.

AN: Added a drop of smut in there, don’t know how I feel about it. Hope it turned out ok. Then again it’s crack.

#Jaune Arc #Ozpin #Team RWBY #Crack #Really don't take it serious.#The Arc Clan holds grudes.#Glynda Goodwitch #Team NPR

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badwithten · 3 years

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TOWER OF SILENCE

Dema. The Tower of Silence. The holy land. A place full of fake promises and false security. A world divided by nine and ruled by one. No one gets in and no one gets out. With new bishops coming into play, a new system of power is created. Can Y/N find the cracks in the barrier? Or are they smarter than she thinks?

After another failed attempt of leaving Dema, Y/N returns beaten and broken but she’s more determined than ever to leave. This time, she’s not alone. A story of triumph and failure, of blood and bruises, of love and loss. Trench lays on the outskirts of Dema. Can sins be forgotten and betrayal be forgiven when entering a new life? Or is all hope gone when the first step into no man’s land is taken?

PAIRING NCT x fem!reader

BASED OFF of the ‘Dema’ universe from Twenty One Pilots album ‘Trench’

GENRE dystopia + angst

FEATURING Jung Sung Chan, Park Ji Sung, Liu YangYang, Chittaphon Leechaiyapornkul, Kim Dong Young, Lee Tae Yong, Xiao Dejun, Na Jae Min, Kim Jung Woo, John Jun Suh, Lee Dong Hyuck, Qian Kun, Moon Tae Il and Huang Ren Jun

WARNINGS swearing, smoking, violence, religious themes, blood, death, mentions of poverty, mentions of food insecurity (updates with every part, specific warnings will be at the start of each part)

TAGLIST send me an ask, message me or comment to be added to the taglist

MEET THE BISHOPS

MEET THE INSIDERS

MEET THE OUTSIDERS

NUMBER 1: JUMPSUIT

I CAN’T BELIEVE HOW MUCH I HATE

PRESSURES OF A NEW PLACE ROLL MY WAY

JUMPSUIT, JUMPSUIT, COVER ME

I CRUMBLE UNDERNEATH THE WIEGHT

PRESSURES OF A NEW PLACE ROLL MY WAY

JUMPSUIT, JUMPSUIT, COVER ME

READ HERE

NUMBER 2: LEVITATE

OH, I KNOW HOW TO LEVITATE OFF MY FEET

AND EVER SINCE THE SEVENTH GRADE I LEAREND TO FIRE-BREATHE

AND THOUGH I FEED ON THINGS THAT FELL

YOU CAN LEARN TO LEVITATE WITH JUST A LITTLE HELP

READ HERE

NUMBER 3: MORPH

IF I KEEP MOVING, THEY WON’T KNOW

WHAT THEY THROW AT ME’S TOO SLOW

I’M JUST A GHOST

A DEFENSE MECHANISM MODE

I’LL MORPH TO SOMEONE ELSE

READ HERE

NUMBER 4: MY BLOOD

STAY WITH ME, NO

YOU DON’T NEED TO RUN

STAY WITH ME, MY BLOOD

YOU DON’T NEED TO RUN

READ HERE

NUMBER 5: CHLORINE

SIPPIN’ ON STRAIGHT CHLORINE

LET THE VIBE SLIDE OVER ME

THIS BEAT IS A CHEMICAL

WHEN I LEAVE, DON’T SAVE MY SEAT

I’LL BE BACK WHEN IT’S ALL COMPLETE

THE MOMENT IS MEDICAL

READ HERE

NUMBER 6: SMITHEREENS

FOR YOU, I’D GO

STEP TO A DUDE MUCH BIGGER THAN ME

FOR YOU, I KNOW

I WOULD GET MESSED UP, WEIGH 153

FOR YOU

I WOULD GET BEAT TO SMITHEREENS

READ HERE

NUMBER 7: NEON GRAVESTONES

NEON GRAVESTONES TRY TO CALL FOR MY BONES

NEON GRAVESTONES TRY TO CALL

CALL FOR MY BONES

READ HERE

NUMBER 8: THE HYPE

NICE TO KNOW MY KIND WILL BE ON MY SIDE

I DON’T BELIEVE THE HYPE

AND YOU KNOW YOU’RE A TERRIBLE SIGHT

BUT YOU’LL BE JUST FINE

JUST DON’Y BELIEVE THE HYPE

READ HERE

NUMBER 9: NICO AND THE NINERS

I’M HEAVY, MY JUMPSUIT IS ON STEADY

I’M LIGHTER WHEN I’M LOWER, I’M HIGHER WHEN I’M HEAVY

I’M SO HIGH, MY JUMPSUIT TAKES ME SO HIGH

I’M FLYING FROM A FIRE, FROM NICO AND THE NINERS

EAST IS UP

READ HERE

NUMBER 10: CUT MY LIP

THOUGH I AM BRUISED, FACE OF CONTUSIONS

KNOW I’LL KEEP MOVIN’

RUST AROUND THE RIM, DRINK IT ANYWAY

ISN’T WHAT I WANT, BLOOD IS ON MY TONGUE

I CUT MY LIP

READ HERE

NUMBER 11: BANDITO

I COULD TAKE THE HIGH ROAD

BUT I KNOW THAT I’M GOIN’ LOW

I’M A BANDITO

READ HERE

NUMBER 12: PET CHEETAH

NO, I MOVE SLOW

I WANT TO STOP TIME

I’LL SIT HERE ‘TIL I FIND THE PROBLEM

READ HERE

NUMBER 13: LEGEND

YOU WERE ONE OF THE CLASSIC ONES

TRAVELING AROUND THE SUN

I WISH SHE KNEW YOU

NOW EVERYBODY KNOWS

YOU WERE ONE OF THOSE CLASSIC ONES

READ HERE

NUMBER 14: LEAVE THE CITY

THEY KNOW THAT IT’S ALMOST OVER

IN TIME, I WILL LEAVE THE CITY

FOR NOW, I WILL STAY ALIVE

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crystalninjaphoenix · 3 years

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A JSE Fanfic

Y’know I realize there hasn’t been that much advancement of the plot in this AU as of late. Sorry bout that. But hey, no story is all action all the time. And we get character development! In this, Jackie stays over with JJ and Marvin, and talks with the latter about some...experiences. Emotions are involved. Two characters grow closer. Stuff like that. It was nice to write, so I hope you guys enjoy :)

More of this AU found here

“And then! And then Kristy gave me this bracelet. She gave one to all the girls in class, I mean, but look at it! It’s my favorite colors!” Michelle shook her wrist, causing her new red-and-yellow beaded bracelet to spin wildly around it. “And I’m the only one who got the star charms!”

Jackie smiled, leaning down to ruffle Michelle’s hair. “Sounds like a fun last day of school.”

“It was! And now we’re on holiday, and that’s always great!” Michelle flopped down onto her back, now laying on the living room floor, and looked up at her dad sitting on the sofa with wide eyes. “And about holidays, what did you get me for Christmas?”

“I can’t tell you that! It’ll ruin the surprise!”

“I’ll like it anyway.”

Jackie laughed. “That’s probably true, but the surprise makes it even better. Why, is there something you really want?”

“Don’t worry, I already wrote my letter,” Michelle said proudly. “I gave it to Ren.”

“Oh that’s great!” Jackie said. Rama showed him the letter earlier; Michelle had included a detailed list of toys she wanted Santa to bring. “Right, I forgot they told me they dropped it off at the mailbox. They also said your writing is looking really good.”

“They did?!” Michelle beamed. “That’s so cool.”

Before Jackie could continue, the alarm on his phone went off. He dug it out of his hoodie pocket and turned it off, sighing. “Well, looks like I have to go now.”

“Aww.” Michelle’s happy expression turned to a pout as they sat up. “Can’t you stay more? I never see you anymore.”

“Sorry, sweetie, Dad has to go to work,” Jackie said regretfully. “But I’m really glad I stopped by before I had to.”

“Stupid work,” Michelle grumbled. She held out her arms. “Hug?”

Jackie bent over and gave her a hug, squeezing tight as he lifted her off the ground and onto her feet. “I’ll see you again later.”

“Bye, Dad.” Michelle waved as Jackie grabbed his coat and walked over to the front door, heading out.

It was a bit after noon, the sky partly cloudy. Jackie had taken to picking up shorter afternoon and evening shifts at the hospital. He was fine with taking more, but his boss still insisted he didn’t work as much, after the...ordeal he went through a few months ago. Part of him wondered if she was trying to get him to quit or something, but he wasn’t going to do that any time soon, so it was a misguided strategy if that was the case.

Rama was outside, trying to do yard work in their small front garden. Jackie stopped for a moment, watching. They quickly noticed and stopped, standing up straight and turning around to ask, “Enjoying the view?”

“Hey, I-I didn’t—I wasn’t—” Jackie stammered, blushing a bit. “You’re wearing a coat. I was just thinking it looked a bit difficult, pulling up dead weeds in the—in the hard winter dirt—”

“I know, Jackieboy,” Rama chuckled. “Leaving so soon?”

“Yeah,” Jackie said regretfully. “I already said goodbye to Michelle.”

Rama hesitated, then slowly asked, “Have you...thought about moving back in...any time? In the near future, I mean.”

Jackie paused, thinking about it as he turned to look over the house. It was so familiar to him. It was his home—or at least, it had been, up until...everything happened. And just being inside put him on edge. “You know...it’s not just that it’s ours, i-it’s any place that...sort of looks like the place where...” He trailed off. After all this time, he still hadn’t told Rama anything about Distorter. He wasn’t sure why. It wasn’t a good idea to keep secrets from your spouse. But just...something like that...it seemed like the more people knew about Distorter, the more they were pulled into this situation. They’d already lost Michelle for a bit, he couldn’t bear if...

“I understand,” Rama nodded. “But...we miss you. Even though you visit so often.”

“I know, I miss you too.” Jackie thought about it. “I—I still get pretty anxious, but I’m working on it. With Lisa.” That was his therapist. “Maybe sooner rather than later?”

Rama went silent, then clapped their hands once. “Okay. We’ll buy an apartment.”

“Wh-what?!” Jackie gasped. “Ramram, you can’t do that! It’s expensive, and we’re putting most of your book money towards Michelle’s education—Not to mention it’ll be a whole change, the move might be hard on Mich, especially if it’s too far away from the school and she has to transfer. And we’re in the suburbs because of the quiet for your writing—No, i-it won’t work out, I can’t make you two do that.”

After a moment, Rama slowly nodded. “If you’re sure. Take care of yourself, mi corazón. Do what’s best for you.”

Jackie walked over and gave Rama a quick squeeze of the hand. “I will. You do the same.”

They leaned close and kissed him on the cheek. “Have a good time at work.”

“Thanks. I mean, I’ll try. I’ll see you guys later.”

And with that, he headed over to his car and got inside. Before driving off, he waved at the house one more time. Rama waved back, standing in the yard, and Michelle did, too, watching from the front window. He kept looking at them as he pulled away.

———————

That evening, Jackie was driving back from work, tired after a long day, when he felt his phone vibrate in his pocket. Who could be texting him now? Rama, maybe? Did they want to continue the conversation they had before he went to the hospital? Or maybe it was similarly important. Curious, Jackie pulled over to the side of the road and parked, taking his phone out to check it really quick.

The message was from JJ. Hey Jackie. Sorry, but it’s happened again.

Jackie knew what that meant. He unlocked the phone and replied, Marvin? Whats the problem this time? Symptoms?

Fever again. Sometimes coughing, no sneezing. I thought it was just a cold, but I think it’s getting bad.

Bad? Jackie asked, already worried.

Maybe I’m just paranoid. Thinking about that time he had to stay in the hospital last year. But I’d rather be safe than sorry. Can you pop over?

Jackie didn’t hesitate. Of course. I’ll be right there. But first, how long has he been sick?

JJ paused, probably thinking. Well it really only started the day before yesterday, but about a week ago he got a little sick. He was better by the next day, so I assumed that was it.

Yknow he mightve been pretending to be better?

If he was, I’m going to kill him, JJ immediately replied.

Jackie let out a huff of laughter. Dont kill him before I get there. I’ll be there in ten minutes, tops.

Got it. Thanks.

He put his phone back in his pocket and pulled back onto the road. He really hoped it wasn’t a repeat of what happened last year. That situation had been...worrying. Stressful, even. Because Marvin hadn’t had any official paperwork, they couldn’t get him to the hospital right away, not until Anti could forge some stuff. Poor Marvin had to suffer through a lot before they got everything together. Luckily, they’d gotten him up-to-date with paperwork and vaccines since then, but even so, winter seemed to especially affect his health.

It was unlikely that this would be a similar situation, but just in case, Jackie stepped on the gas.

———————

He arrived at Marvin and Jameson’s house nine minutes later and hurried up to the front door, where he knocked and waited. Almost immediately the door swung open to show Jameson inside. So glad you could make it, he signed. I hope I didn’t message you at an inconvenient time.

“Huh? No, it was fine, I was heading back home, anyway.” Jackie stepped inside, and JJ closed the door behind him. “Is he in his room?”

Unless he left in the last minute, JJ said.

That might actually be a possibility, given Marvin’s attitude towards being sick. Jackie hurried down the hall to his bedroom. The door was closed, so he slowly eased it open and poked his head in. “Marvin? It’s me.”

The lights were off, and the dark room was filled with the sound of an electric fan whirring. Something moved on the bed—probably Marvin rolling over. “Y’got t’be more specific. ‘Me’ coul’ be anyone,” he mumbled.

“It’s Jackie.” As he said this, Jackie reached over and flipped on the light switch, so Marvin could see him as well as hear.

“Ah!” Marvin squeezed his eyes shut against the sudden brightness. “Jackie? Huh. Come for a visit..? No, wait...y’here for somet’ing?”

“Yeah, I’m just uh...stopping by for a bit.” Jackie took a step into the room, JJ following shortly behind, and walked over to the bed. “How are you feeling?”

“‘M fine. Jus’ grand.” Obviously, this was not the case. Marvin was sweating enough to make his hair damp, and his skin had a sickly pallor. But despite how hot he seemed, he was shivering, and had the comforter on the bed pulled up. Mr. Fluffington was sitting next to the pillow, purring furiously. Marvin reached over and petted him for a moment before flinging his arm over his face and covering his eyes. “Ev’ryt’ing’s Jake.”

“Yeah. Um...clearly not.” Jackie looked over at JJ. “Can you go get the—”

Already anticipating what he was going to ask for, JJ walked over to the nearest chair and picked up their first aid kit, coming back over to hand it to Jackie.

“Oh. Thanks.” Jackie took it and started rummaging about inside. “Marv, I’m going to take your temperature, do you mind?”

“A-ha. So it’s a fuckin’...fucking’ check-up I get it...” Marvin trailed off into mumbling under his breath, but didn’t protest as Jackie pulled out the thermometer and took his temperature. After it was done, he rolled over onto his side, practically burying his face in Fluffington’s fur.

Jackie looked down at the thermometer and frowned. 39.2 C...that wasn’t good. Wasn’t good at all. “Marvin? How do you really feel? Like...on the fatigue scale, where would you be?”

Marvin looked back over at him, head rolling lazily. “Hmm...se-seven? Seven and a half?”

“You have a really high fever. Is there anything else, like a headache or something?”

“Well...” Marvin paused to think. His eyes were a bit glazed. “T’ere’s a tickle in my throat. Won’ go ‘way. My nose is all stuffy. Felt a bit sick...sick like...the stomach issues sick. Couldn’ eat anyt’ing ‘cause...bad.”

Jackie glanced over at JJ, hovering nearby. I can second that, JJ said. He didn’t have dinner.

“Alright. It’s probably just a cold,” Jackie said. Yet a note of uncertainty remained in his voice. “A bad one, but you’ll probably be fine.”

So what do we do then? JJ asked.

Jackie hesitated. “Well...” His instincts were telling him not to take any risks, to stay and make sure everything stayed fine. “Given past experiences, is it okay if I spend the night? Just to keep an eye on things.”

“Wha...?” With a fair amount of effort, Marvin sat up. “No, don’ stay over, you’re...you’re prob’ly all busy. Ye jus’ said it was alrigh’.”

“Alright...for now,” Jackie said darkly. “Right now you’re on the edge of ‘a bad cold’ and ‘a serious issue.’ Things could easily get worse in the night, but by tomorrow, it’ll be clear if this is the worst it’ll get or...if there’s more.”

JJ’s expression was filled with anxiety. Is there anything I can do to help?

“Yeah. Get him to take his shirt off.”

Marvin snorted. “Whoa, Jackie, you know Jems and I aren’...aren’ a pair. Not t’at type of pair.”

Jackie rolled his eyes. “Seriously, you need to change your shirt. I know your feelings on short sleeves, but this is making your fever worse.” He turned back to JJ. “Anyway, you know what else. Ibuprofen, water, all that. You already got the fan on, that’s good.”

JJ nodded seriously. Got it. You really want to stay over?

“Well...better safe than sorry, you know? If it starts to go bad, I can recognize it, and we can get him to the hospital really quickly. Is...is it okay?”

Of course it is! You can stay whenever, but especially in this situation. You’re the doctor, after all. JJ smiled gently.

Marvin groaned. “Fffffine, Jackie can stay.”

Jackie smiled a bit at Marvin’s acceptance. But really, him not protesting more was a sign of how bad he felt. At this point, he probably recognized that he needed help, and it wasn’t worth the struggle. “Great. I’ll just have to call Schneep and tell him what’s going on, so he doesn’t get worried when I don’t show up at the flat. But right now, where do you keep the Ibuprofen?”

———————

Marvin and Jameson’s town house didn’t have a guest bedroom, so Jackie had to set up in the living room. Luckily, they did have lots of spare pillows and blankets. But Jackie wasn’t going to sleep right away. He was staying over to keep an eye on things, so that’s what he did. First, by making sure Marvin actually changed clothes into something cooler and more lightweight. Then, by teaming up with JJ to make sure Marvin actually ate dinner. He still didn’t have much of an appetite, but between the two of them, they convinced him that he needed the energy. Oh, and water. He needed lots of water.

In the meantime, Jackie watched some YouTube videos on his phone to pass the time. JJ offered to lend him a book, but Jackie turned him down. He wasn’t in the mood to read, and besides, it would probably take him days to finish with his new work schedule. Every so often, he got up and went into Marvin’s bedroom to check on him. Maybe too often. Marvin quickly got annoyed, though he didn’t have the energy to snap at him.

“Hey, do you need anything?” Jackie asked on perhaps his fifth check-in.

“I need...t’not be so hot,” Marvin replied, a faint note of sarcasm in his voice.

“Do you feel worse?” Jackie asked. “Maybe you need to take off the blanket?”

“No.” Marvin briefly buried his face in the pillow before realizing that he couldn’t breathe like that, not while his nose was all congested. “‘f I take off the...the blanket, then ‘m too cold.”

“Ah. Well, maybe a thinner one, then? Here, lemme take your temperature again.”

Marvin didn’t say anything, just allowed the temperature-taking and the blanket-switching. Then he rolled over and closed his eyes, presumably falling asleep immediately.

JJ bounced between being on his computer, being upstairs in his magic workroom, and checking up on and bringing things to Marvin. He constantly seemed distracted, unable to commit to one course of action. Jackie couldn’t blame him. His best friend was sick, and there was a distinct possibility that he could get worse and would need to go to the hospital. Anyone would wander around, unsure what to do.

One time, JJ came into the living room with his laptop and sat down, writing. “What’re you doing?” Jackie asked.

JJ looked up. Work stuff. A lot of emails, mostly.

“Ugh. Work emails.” Jackie shook his head. “Y’know half the time the emails I get aren’t even relevant to me. It’s like ‘Notice: thing in the operating room’ and I’m like ‘you do know I’m just a GP, right? And for kids, too, right?’ Like, I think I’ve been in the operating room twice.”

JJ chuckled weakly. It’s a bit different for me. I have to coordinate rehearsals and effect supplies, book venues, and generally manage and schedule a bunch of people.

“Really? What about your manager? What’s her name, uhhh...Darla? Doesn’t she do that stuff?”

Sort of. It’s like a joint effort. I’m technically in charge, though, so I at least have to approve everything.

Jackie shook his head. “I could never do that. Too much. How do you manage?”

I was a theatre kid, JJ said, shrugging with a half-smile on his face.

“Does having actual magic help?”

Not really, not with all the organizational stuff. If anything, it can make things more complicated, as I have to figure out a trick that I can use with real magic but cover up with tricks and effects. JJ sighed. I really need this to go well, Jackie. It’s the first show since my voice was damaged, it has to work out.

Jackie smiled at him. He leaned over from his position on the sofa and put a hand on JJ’s shoulder, which he could barely reach as JJ was sitting in a different chair. “You’ll do great. Your shows have always been fantastic, and the voice thing isn’t going to change that.”

JJ smiled a bit. Thanks, Jackie. Glad to know you think so.

“We all do. We belieeeeve in youuuu.”

JJ laughed a bit, and returned to his emails.

Eventually, night came. JJ wrapped up his work and reluctantly headed to bed, not wanting to leave Marvin alone and sick. But Jackie assured him that it would be fine. He would be staying up, and if Marvin wanted to talk to JJ specifically, he could go wake him up. Or Marvin could text him. Mostly reassured, Jameson went upstairs to sleep, leaving Jackie awake in the living room.

Jackie checked on Marvin a couple times more, but found him asleep. Exhausted from all the fatigue he was feeling. Good. If he slept well, he’d probably be better in the morning, and they could all relax when it turned out to be a terrible cold, and nothing more.

Watching YouTube videos eventually got boring, so Jackie decided to plug his phone in to charge and do something else for a bit. As it turned out, Mr. Fluffington was still awake as well. So Jackie found a laser pointer in a table drawer in the living room and played with him for a bit. Until, after a while, Fluffington got tired of the red dot, and even the cat went to bed.

Bored again, Jackie put the laser pointer back. He was considering JJ’s offer of lending a book to read, and was looking over the titles of the ones on the living room bookshelves, when he heard...something. Some sort of distant sound. He paused, going still as he listened.

For a while, nothing happened, and everything was silent. But then, he heard it again. A voice? Someone saying something? Maybe it wasn’t words, but instead just sounds...distressed sounds. After a few moments of listening, Jackie realized with a start that the voice was coming from down the hall. The direction of Marvin’s room.

Something must have been wrong. Immediately, Jackie unplugged his phone and pocketed it—just in case—and headed down the hall, half-running. He reached Marvin’s door soon, finding it closed. He didn’t hesitate to open it and step inside. “Marvin?! Is everything okay?”

The room was dark again, pitch black in the night. The fan was off. Strange, it was on last time Jackie was in here. Had Marvin woken up and turned it off? That didn’t matter. He could clearly hear Marvin, crying out and whimpering. Jackie flicked the light switch on and walked over. “Marvin? What’s wrong?”

Marvin didn’t answer, just kept mumbling and crying, sounding frantic. Then, Jackie noticed his eyes were closed. Ah. So he was asleep. Having a nightmare. And a bad one, by the looks of it. His blankets and even his shirt were all twisted around him, which only upset him more, as he seemed to be trying to fight against them. Jackie reached out and put a hand on his head, then immediately pulled it away. He was so hot, the fever burning him up. Jackie turned the fan on and checked the bedside nightstand for anything else. There was a half-empty glass of water and a damp cloth. That would work.

He picked up the damp cloth and tried to put it on Marvin’s head. But Marvin cried out and yanked his head away, shouting...something. Jackie couldn’t quite catch it, but he thought he heard ‘go away’ and ‘don’t want your help.’ “Marvin, it’s me. I-I want to—can you wake up? Wake up, it’s fine.” He reached out to try and untangle the blankets.

That turned out to be the wrong thing to do. Marvin started flailing wildly, tossing, turning, kicking, waving. The blankets restricted his movement, but it was still enough to make him roll off the opposite side of the bed. “Marvin!” Jackie leaned over the bed. “God damn it. I’ll get you, don’t worry.”

As he walked around to the other side, he stopped for a moment. The edge of the blankets were tucked into the gap between the mattress and the footboard. Jackie pulled them out, letting the blankets go free. That made them somewhat less restrictive, but it also meant that Marvin, still moving and struggling, ended up wrapping them loosely around his legs. Which...actually probably didn’t help in the long run. Well, too late now. Jackie knelt down on the ground next to Marvin. “Hey, calm down, it’s fine,” he said, trying to sound soothing as he went about untangling the blankets around him.

It took longer than he expected. Marvin kept wriggling and flailing, but still had his eyes firmly shut as he remained asleep. Jackie tried to wake him up, but to no avail. And he kept muttering the whole time, occasionally whimpering or crying out as if in pain. His words ran together, slurred by sleep-talking, but some distinct phrases popped up: “Get away!” “Don’t you dare...” “Leave me alone!” “...don’t want it.” “Don’t want you.” It hurt Jackie’s heart to hear. Was it the fever causing this nightmare? Or something more?

After a good few minutes, he freed the blankets, leaving them on the floor as he tried to pick up Marvin. Again, the struggling made this difficult. Marvin actively tried to push him away at times...though that mostly turned into him weakly slapping Jackie’s face and arms. But Jackie was determined, and managed to get Marvin back on top of the mattress. Once there, Marvin gave up and went limp, lying there still. Jackie sighed in relief and pressed his hand to his head. Still hot, and his pale skin was damp with sweat. He should wake him up soon, get him to drink some water to replace what he lost with all the sweat. But first, he picked up the damp rag again, using some of the water from the glass to wet it more and make it cooler. He laid the cloth across Marvin’s forehead.

The moment he did, something...unusual started to happen. Marvin whimpered, turned his head to the side, and started to cry. Tears leaked from his eyes as he quietly sobbed and continued to mumble something. The words had changed. Now, Jackie could hear a lot of “No” and “Please don’t” over and over and over. As he listened, stunned, these were broken up by adding “I’m sorry” and “I’ll be good” to the mix, which only shocked him further.

“God. Marvin,” he whispered to himself. No more waiting, he had to wake him up now. He couldn’t handle the thought of leaving him to whatever horrible nightmare he was having. “Marvin, wake up. It’s me, it’s Jackie.” He leaned over and started shaking him. Gently at first, then gradually harder as that failed to wake him up. His voice slowly raised. “Marvin. Marvin! This is Jackie. You need to wake up!”

After what felt like ages, Marvin stopped mumbling. He groaned, and slowly opened his eyes, staring up at Jackie. At first, confused. Then slowly getting his bearings. He reached up and weakly grabbed at the damp cloth on his forehead until he managed to take it off. Then he tried to sit up, but gave up once the fatigue proved too heavy. “Whoa...” he muttered. “I...where...? When...?”

“You’re in your room. In the house you live in with Jameson,” Jackie explained patiently. “It’s...” He checked the time on his phone. “Ha, it’s midnight on the dot.”

“What...?” Marvin swallowed dryly. “What’s the date?”

“December 10th.”

“...the year?”

“2018.”

“Right.” Marvin nodded a bit, then stopped, looking a bit dizzy. Once again, he tried to sit up, and this time Jackie helped him prop himself against the headboard. “D’you...have any water?”

“Yeah.” Jackie grabbed the water glass and offered it to him. Marvin grasped it weakly, and Jackie only let go once he was sure he could hold it securely.

Immediately, Marvin lifted the glass to his mouth and drank, draining the glass. “Th’nk you,” he said, handing it back.

“No problem,” Jackie said, taking it. “I can go get more, if you want. Colder, too.”

Marvin took a deep breath, looking unsure. Actually, he looked more than unsure. He looked...shaken.

“You were...having a bad dream,” Jackie said gently. “I-I could hear you making noise, talking and...shouting and...and crying. So I came to check on you. You were rolling around and fell off at one point, but now you’re awake. A-and you’re alright. You’re safe.”

Marvin stared at him for a while, then looked away and closed his eyes, taking another deep breath. Then, strangely...he laughed. “Bad dream,” he repeated. “‘Tis always a bad dream. T’at’s...only time I remember. Which ‘s...strange...isn’ it? T’at’s not how mem’ry works.”

“Remember?” Jackie blinked. “Remember what?”

A pause. Marvin opened his eyes, but didn’t look directly at Jackie. “If y’coul’...go get water I’d…’preciate it.”

“Do you mean...the time you were with him?” Jackie asked softly.

Marvin stiffened. “How’d you...?”

“How did I guess? I just...” Jackie looked down at his hands. He traced the scars on his wrists and shrugged. “It sounded...familiar.”

The silence that followed stretched on. Jackie was worried he’d overstepped some boundary and was about to leave, when Marvin pulled his knees up and gestured to the end of the bed, now clear without his legs there. “Sit down.”

Jackie sat. “Did I—do you not want to talk about it?”

“You...you r’member, righ’?” Marvin asked. “What happened...when you were with him?”

“Of course. I-I-I couldn’t forget.” Jackie laughed humorlessly. “It’s actually a problem, so much reminds me of it. I had to make Volt throw out his zip-ties, and put away his knives and half his cleaning stuff when I moved in with him, since just looking at them freaked me out. I mean, he’s taken them out again now. ‘Cause it’s a bit better. But I can’t...can’t go home, or into any house that’s even a bit similar to that place, can’t spend too much time inside...” He trailed off. “You...don’t remember anything?”

Marvin hummed, leaning his head back against the wall. “‘T’s strange for me. I don’...I don’ remember how I got here. To the...the ‘when,’ I mean. But I...I’m startin’ t t’ink that...he’s the reason for that.”

“Like...he brought you to the present?” Jackie asked.

“No.” Marvin shook his head a bit, but gave up, wincing a bit. Jackie guessed a headache or something that made the motion worse. “I don’ t’ink he coul’ do t’at. It...it doesn’ really fit him, or...or what he can do. Y’know? But...after I got here, however t’at happened, I...I t’ink I ran into him. A-an’ he decided someone so confused woul’ be an easy target.” He paused for a moment, just breathing. Jackie waited patiently. “I didn’...didn’ r’member any of t’is at first. I forgot ev’ryt’ing between bein’ home, and meeting Jems. But...when I go to sleep, I remember. In my dreams.”

“Well...that can happen sometimes,” Jackie said slowly. “Your brain can block out upsetting stuff. And having nightmares about what happened to you is a common trauma response. At least, that’s what I’ve been told.”

“No, no, I know t’at, but it’s...diff’rent for me,” Marvin insisted. “It’s all...too clear. Like it’s happenin’ for the first time. And...I know the dreams r’lly happened, because...I have scars...that match up.”

At that, Jackie glanced down at Marvin’s arms. He’d noticed the scars before, but hadn’t really thought too much about them. Maybe that said something about him as a friend. Or maybe he just didn’t want to pry. But they definitely existed. Most of them were short lines, probably caused by something sharp, but there were also a few burn scars on Marvin’s upper arms. They were all usually covered by his shirt. Jackie suddenly made a connection. “Is that why you always wear long sleeves?”

“Don’ t’ink so,” Marvin mumbled. “Everyt’ing I say, about proper dress and wantin’ t’keep to a routine and not wantin’ any random people grabbin’ my arm...that’s all true. But...maybe it is a reason, but I jus’ don’ realize it. Is that why you wear your jacket all the time now?”

“Hmm.” Jackie tugged at the cuffs of his hoodie. “No. I mean, it’s related. I just...” He paused, getting his thoughts together. ��I didn’t have this while I was with him. I-I left it behind. Or...he did, when he showed up. So it’s just...a reminder that it’s all safe now.”

“Reminder,” Marvin repeated, and nodded, once.

Jackie let out a long exhale. It was really easy to talk to Marvin about all this. He’d had to work up to sharing details like this with his therapist, but now, he was letting them spill. It must have been because he knew Marvin would understand. “I guess if you don’t remember anything, you don’t need a reminder. Right? Ha. I-I wish I didn’t remember.”

Marvin pressed a hand to his head, as if he could feel the empty spots where the missing memories were supposed to be. “I don’ know. I think...I think I’d rather jus’ know. Because...he must’ve done it. He must’ve made me forget. But...why? For what? What’s the purpose? Is there...somet’ing I still don’ know? T’at he wanted to keep secret?”

“Huh. I...didn’t think of that.” Jackie frowned. “You’re right.”

“T’ere’s a lot missing. I’ve dreamt about how...about how we met, but how’d I get out? I dreamt him takin’ my set of playin’ cards, but...why do I feel...they were so important? More t’an just bein’ mine, I mean. And what...what did I do?” Marvin said that last part in a hushed tone.

Jackie stared at him. Then he stood, took a few steps closer to Marvin, and sat back down on the bed, now next to Marvin. He leaned against the headboard instead of sitting on the edge, so the two of them were mirroring each other, side by side. It wasn’t particularly comfortable. The bed was narrow, so he had to sit very close to Marvin, still burning with fever. But...he wanted to. And Marvin didn’t protest. “If you did anything, it wasn’t your fault,” Jackie said softly. “You can’t...do anything in that state.”

Marvin rubbed his eyes. They were starting to water. “You...know?”

Jackie nodded silently.

Taking a shaky breath, Marvin asked, “What...h-how bad...were the things he...made you...?”

After a long moment, Jackie replied. “No one died. But...some were hurt. I think...if I stayed there any longer, it would’ve gotten worse.” He had to stop for a moment. He’d...never told anyone about that. “But it’s...it’s not our fault. It’s Distorter’s. We called him that because he distorts thought, a-and that’s exactly what he did. We aren’t those thoughts he put there, o-or the actions he caused.”

Marvin couldn’t hold back the tears anymore. He buried his face in his hands, but Jackie caught a glimpse of them flowing before he could hide them entirely. “I jus’...wish I coul’ remember.” A sob caught in this throat. “I remember feelin’ horrible, I remember screamin’ at him for what he made me do, I remember tryin’ to fight against it...but I don’ remember what I did. I t’ink...I might dream the memory one day. A-an’ I...don’ know...how I’ll react.”

Jackie leaned against him. Reaching up, he took Marvin’s wrist and slowly pulled his hand away from his face, revealing the tear stains and bloodshot eyes. “We aren’t those thoughts,” he repeated, quietly, but firmly. “Those actions weren’t us.”

Marvin stared at him. Then nodded. He looked away. “Will you...stay? For a while?”

“Of course.”

The two of them sat in silence for a long while, the night stretched before them.

———————

The next morning, Jackie woke up to the familiar sounds of someone making breakfast. He opened his eyes and sat up, wincing a bit at the ache in his side and neck. The sofa was clearly designed for sitting, not sleeping. He stretched to try and make it better, then stood and went into the kitchen.

JJ was the one cooking. He waved at Jackie, then asked him for help carrying food to Marvin, still in bed. Jackie agreed and the two of them went down the hall.

Marvin was awake. Sitting up, in fact, with Fluffington in his lap. He thanked the two of them for breakfast. While he ate, Jackie gave him a quick check-up, taking his temperature and asking him basic questions. The fever had distinctly died down, and Marvin reported that he felt really tired, but not nauseous, and he could breathe easier. Jackie and JJ were both immediately relieved.

“So it’s just a cold, then,” Jackie concluded, relaxing for the first time in a full day. “Sorry about all the trouble, you two.”

“Eh, better safe t’an sorry, right?” Marvin shrugged. “And ‘t was...nice to have you over.”

Jackie gave him a gentle smile. Then he said, “I’ll be going now, then. It was nice to be over, too. Though sleeping on the sofa kind of sucked.”

Well you’re wearing jeans, JJ pointed out.

“That’s not a problem, I sleep in jeans a lot.”

What?! JJ gasped, looking personally offended. Jackie, you didn’t tell me you were absolutely out of your mind! How can that be comfortable?!

Jackie laughed. “You get used to it.”

“No, ‘m with Jems on t’is one,” Marvin said, his words slightly muffled as he was speaking into his cup of apple juice.

“I used to take long night shifts at the hospital years ago, and I was so tired that I didn’t even bother to get into pajamas when I got home,” Jackie defended himself. “I mean, I don’t have night shifts anymore, but that’s still a leftover quirk.”

Marvin rolled his eyes. “Didn’ ye say you had to go?”

“Yeah, I told Volt I’d be back in the morning before he went to work at ten. I’ll tell him how you’re doing, by the way. Anti, too.”

“T’anks.” Marvin looked at him. “For...ev’ryt’ing. Be seein’ you.”

“Be seeing you,” Jackie repeated. “And thank you. Goodbye.”

JJ looked confused. He followed Jackie as he headed down the hall to the front door. Before he could leave, he asked, Did something happen?

“Oh. Uhh we had a talk last night,” Jackie said. “About some...serious stuff.”

Ah. I won’t pry, then, JJ said, backing off. Hey, Jackie. Thanks for coming over and staying and everything. I hope it wasn’t an inconvenience.

“It’s never an inconvenience to help a friend. Or, you know, even if there wasn’t a problem, I’d be happy to stay over any time.” Jackie laughed a bit. “Just gotta prepare a bit better next time. Get an air mattress.”

JJ smiled. Still, thank you. It...it really means a lot, you know? I’m sure Marvin’s glad you stop by to check on him when he’s sick, even when he protests. But remember to take care of yourself too, you know?

Jackie nodded. “Thanks, J. I will. But you have to remember that, too. I know you’re busy with your show and now Marvin’s sick and everything, but keep your stress levels down. You worry a lot about everyone else. Might spread yourself too thin.”

JJ sighed. It...has happened before. I’ll try.

“No, you won’t try. You will take care of yourself. Or let Marvin or one of us do it.”

Alright, I get the point, JJ smiled a bit. Hey, by the way, the show starts in January. Opening night is New Year’s Day, actually. You and Henrik and Anti can come see it for free, if you want. The families, too.

“I’ll keep it in mind,” Jackie said cheerfully. Rama and Michelle would probably like that. “I’ll see you later, then?”

See you later. Bye, Jackie.

“Bye, JJ.”

Jackie headed out, hurrying to his car, still parked where he left it last night. A few loose snowflakes started to fall from the sky as he climbed inside and turned on the heater.

That was...a night. An unexpected one, but...one he needed. He reflected on it as he started to drive away. Then, he took the turn that would take him to Rama and Michelle’s house—his house. There was still time before he said he’d be back at Schneep’s apartment. He wanted to be with his family again.

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The Mandalorian: Broken

Chapter One: The New Arrival

Chapter Two: Serendipity

Chapter Three: A Stranger From the Desert

Chapter Four: Honor Among Thieves

Chapter Five: Beauty From Ashes

“Razor Crest!” Ren shouts into the holo device.

“I heard you the first time, for kriff’s sake!” The man on the other end of the holo throws his hands up in exasperation. “Ren, those things are kriffing antiques. You know how hard it is to find one that could actually break atmo?”

“I thought you were the best, Nils.” Ren shakes her head. “Let me talk to Evir instead. He’ll help me out.”

Cobb comes up to her side and leans into the projection window. “Forget Evir, get Mom. You know how Ren gets when she’s focused. She’s like a jawa in a junkyard.”

“Cobb!” Nils breaks into a wide grin. “You’re up and around!” He leans out of the projection and calls to the people around him. Soon, the holo keeps filtering through the faces of their seven other siblings. Ren stands back from the holo table in Boba Fett’s quarters so Cobb could be front and center for the well-wishes. There is a full-blown celebration down in the throne room in light of the Pyke’s defeat so Boba offered the quiet of his rooms for her and Cobb to contact home. Ren has a sneaking suspicion that Boba and Mando are hiding from the raucousness of the celebration by standing stoically on the balcony.

“Where’s your sister?” a soft voice comes over the holo.

Ren goes back and stands next to Cobb, careful to not bump into his injured arm. “Hello, Mom.”

Their mother’s kind face stares back at them and Ren is hit with a sharp desire to see her again. Caring for Grogu has given her a small taste of what it is like to be a mother and Ren’s appreciation for her mother, who managed to wrangle eight boys and one girl, has grown exponentially.

“How are you, sweetheart?”

Ren ducks her head, hoping the two most prolific bounty hunters in the galaxy didn’t hear the pet name. “I’m fine, Mom. How are you?”

“Worried.”

Ren knows better to dismiss the fear. She has reason to be worried. “I know.”

“Can I see him?”

Ren lifts Grogu out of the sling and holds him in front of the holo. “I swear, you only want to talk to me so you can see him.”

“Hello, baby!” she coos and Grogu coos back at her and waves. “He hasn’t gotten any bigger since the last time I saw him.”

“No, he-”

“Are you feeding him?”

Cobb laughs and steps away from the table to go sit in a chair. To be fair, he is only a few hours out of the bacta tank and that is the longest he has stood on his own. Nevertheless, Ren gives him a disgruntled look at his abandonment and amusement.

“Of course, I feed him, Mom.”

“Is he getting enough sleep?”

“Yes, he sleeps-”

“Are you playing with him? Reading to him?”

Ren starts to answer with another affirmative but stops midthought. “Reading?”

“I’ll send you some fairytales to your datapad. You still have the datapad, right?”

“Yes, Mom.”

“Okay,” she reaches off screen and presses some buttons. “Now, what is this about a Razor Crest?”

“We need a ship.”

“I figured as much,” her mother slides specs over her eyes and turns to her own datapad. “Why a Razor Crest specifically?”

“We need pre-Empire to stay off the radar of the Imps. Something fast with living quarters, and some storage space.”

“How much storage space?”

“A bay for a N-1 Starfighter.”

Her head snaps up at that. “How did you get your hands on that?”

“It’s Mando’s. Not mine.”

“I want to speak with him.”

Ren feels a pit of dread in her stomach. She glances over at Cobb who is just grinning behind his hand. She steps away from the holo so Mando can take her place. “I’m so sorry for whatever is about to happen,” she whispers when they pass each other.

The matriarch of the Vanth family takes a moment to study the Mandalorian before speaking. “Mando, is that your name?”

“I’d prefer to keep my name off paperwork.”

“That’s not why I’m asking. I can put whatever name you want on the ship paperwork. I just want to know the name of the man who is traveling with my daughter and her charge.”

There’s a soft chuckle from under the helmet. “Din Djarin.”

Ren didn’t even think to ask for his actual name, figuring he wouldn’t part with it. She glances over at Cobb who shrugs, he wasn’t aware of Mando’s name either. Without missing a beat, Mando speaks again.

“And your name, ma’am?”

She smiles slowly. “Naria Vanth.”

“I appreciate any help you can offer,” Mando says with genuine sincerity.

“And I appreciate you keeping my daughter in one piece.” She looks down at her datapad. “Inventory is starting to run low. The New Republic keeps grabbing at any decent ships to build up their fleet. I do have a VCX-100 light freighter that is in solid condition. If you need to save on credits we can always trade out the assault shuttle for your starfighter.”

Ren steps back into the projection. “Actually, I’ll be paying for half of it.”

“Well you’re not going to fit a N-1 and a X-Wing in that cargo hold.”

“I can store the X-Wing.”

Naria takes her specs off. “Where are you going to store that thing?”

Fett appears over Ren’s shoulder. “Currently, it is being stored in my ship bay and may remain there indefinitely.”

“And you are?”

“I am Boba Fett.”

“Ah, you’re the one responsible for saving my fool son’s life.”

Ren finally got a laugh out of the conversation and points at Cobb. Fett bats her hand down.

“Your son is very brave and managed to survive an interaction with a very dangerous man. His heroism is to be praised. As is your daughter’s bravery. She too faced a platoon of Dark Troopers and lived to tell the tale.”

Naria gives Ren a hard look. Ren never told her about the Dark Troopers and she will hear about it later. “It’s nice to hear that my children’s upstanding behavior warrants the praise of a bounty hunter.”

“Ex-bounty hunter,” Fett corrects. “But my admiration remains intact.”

Finally a smile breaks across Naria’s face. “I too am proud of Cobb and Ren. If I’m able to get the ship to Tattooine in three days, is that acceptable?”

Ren and Din nod in agreement.

“You can deliver it at the Mos Espa spaceport,” Fett instructs. “I’ll pay the transport fee.”

“There’s only one issue with this ship,” Naria continues.

Ren snaps her fingers. “We’re going to need a gunner.” She turns to Din. “There are two gun turrets and only one can be operated from the cockpit.”

“Technically,” Naria adds, “you should have four crew operating it but you could make due with three. You will need a third person.”

Mando nods. “I may know someone.”

Ren swallows down the nervousness of not knowing who this third person is going to be. Knowing of his reputation as a bounty hunter, she’s not too sure she wants to share the space with another bounty hunter. They’re not always as civilized as Mando and Fett. But she trusts Mando as much as she can at this point, and she knows that he won’t put the child in danger, so nods her agreement.

Naria gives one last smile directed at Ren. “Three days you’ll have your ship. Stay out of trouble until then.”

“Yes, Mom.”

“Cobb? You too.”

“Yes, Mom.”

“And thank you again, Mr. Fett, for saving my children. Should you need anything in the way of vehicles or ships, please reach out to me.”

Fett nods. “It was my pleasure.”

***

Din sees Ren breath a sigh of relief when the holo transmission cuts off and wonders why she feels that way. Naria Vanth was polite and direct, none of her questions had been offensive or unnecessary. But Ren behaves like she just got released from an Imperial interrogation. He turns to look at Cobb, who is grinning widely and sipping whiskey. The entire situation leaves him confused and Fett must have picked up on it.

“Siblings have a completely different relationship than anyone else in the universe.”

Cobb laughs. “Corellian siblings are even more different.”

Fett picks up his helmet. “I think we’ve dallied enough and should make an appearance at the celebration below. Marshal?”

Cobb finishes the whiskey and stands up. “You might have to prop me up in a corner.”

“You’ll have your choice of corners.” Fett turns to Din and Ren. “And you two?”

“I’ll make a call to Dune to put out feelers for that third crew member and then I’ll be down,” Din answers.

Ren points to the snoring sling around her body. “I have to put someone to bed.”

Fett and Cobb leave the room, their voices carrying down the hallway.

“So you paint it, huh?” Cobb says.

“Yes,” Fett answers. “You can.”

“Wasn’t sure if it would have been disrespectful to do that. Besides, having it look beat up made me look tougher.”

Fett chuckles before they move out of hearing range. Ren, however, seems distracted, her eyes unfocused as she sways slowly with Grogu. He leaves her to her thoughts and places the call to Cara Dune. She answers the transmission despite the late hour on Navarro.

“Well, hello there,” she greets with her half smile. “To what do I owe this communication?”

“I was hoping you may have a lead on a…” he pauses, looking for the right way to word this. Fett’s communicator is secure but he’s not sure about Dune’s. “A burial spot for our friend Mayfeld.”

Ren’s head snaps over to his direction but her body still continues to sway.

Dune nods slowly. “I may have a location and lucky for you, I can send it directly to you.”

“That would be very helpful. I’m by Mos Espa for the next three days.”

“Got it. I’ll be in touch soon.” She smiles again. “How’s the Little Guy?”

“Good. Sleeping right now.”

“Well, give him a squeeze from me when he wakes up.”

“Will do.”

The communication ends and Din watches Ren for a moment. Her eyes are focused now and she has stopped with her swaying motion. Grogu still snores from his resting place against her stomach. He knows she has questions and waits her out, which only lasts a few seconds.

“Who’s Mayfeld?”

He’s thankful her questioning is the same as her mother’s: direct. “Migs Mayfeld is an ex-Imperial sharpshooter. He’s helped me out before when it came to getting information to rescue the kid when Gideon captured him.”

“You trust him?”

He remembers the look on Mayfeld’s face during the discussion of Operation Cinder. He remembers the look of disgust right before Mayfeld drew his blaster and shot the officer point blank. He remembers the explosion at the base when Mayfeld shot the cycler rifle from Fett’s ship. “I do.”

And now here comes the test, will she trust him. This takes a little longer than her questioning but she does nod in agreement. “Okay. Better than one of my brothers, I suppose.”

He is slightly disappointed at that thought. The dynamic between her and Cobb in particular is quite amusing to watch. But if they’re going after Gideon, they’re going to need someone with Imperial experience, a sharp eye, and loyal to the cause of protecting the child. Mayfeld fits the bill perfectly and hopefully he’ll be willing to help.

“Here,” she slips the sling over her head while still cradling Grogu. “I’ll go down to the celebration. You haven’t had much of a chance to spend time with him.”

He gratefully takes Grogu from her, thankful for the helmet that hides his relieved smile. Having the child back in his care has fixed that broken navigation feeling he has been struggling with recently. He has purpose once more and he’s overwhelmed by the emotion that comes with that realization. Ren’s hands hover briefly over the sleeping bundle as if she’s not quite ready to release him. Her care and concern are quite deep and once again he’s struck with an appreciation for her presence as well.

“So I get bedtime duty now?” he ends up saying to break the uncomfortable silence.

“It’s a helluva lot easier than feeding time.”

He chuckles at the comment as they slowly make their way down to the guest quarters. “I wonder if he’s ever going to grow out of that.”

“Probably not,” Ren shrugs. “I mean, I’ve tried to get him to eat vegetables and all he does with them is use them to lure insects or amphibians to him. I have had some luck with fruit though. He loves berries. That gave me the fright of my life.”

“How so?”

“I didn’t realize he had eaten them. It was when we first left Yavin IV. I had picked some fresh fruit, berries, and vegetables to take with us. On our first night planetside, we stopped at Kashyyyk. I was so tired and my nerves were just stretched so thin. Thankfully Chewbacca put in a good word for me so I was welcomed and protected during the stop off but still.”

He nods, knowing that feeling well.

“Well, I grabbed the fruit and brought it into where I was staying. While I was in the fresher, Mr. Green Bean here ate all the berries. I came out of the fresher and nearly had a panic attack. Red all over his face. I spent an hour trying to find a wound because I thought it was blood. Then he handed me the empty container and I realized what happened.” She brings a hand to her chest and taps her heart. “Scared the life out of me.”

He laughs softly, trying to not disturb Grogu’s slumber. “He can inspire moments of panic quite easily.”

They’re stopped in front of his room and Ren starts fidgeting again. “Oh, here,” she reaches into the back of her left boot and pulls out a small stuffed toy in the shape of a loth cat and tucks it into the folds of the sling. “It, uh, helps him go back to sleep if he, um, has a nightmare.”

Din touches one of the ears. “You made this.”

She nods. “I stuffed it with pine needles and some flowers that give off relaxing scents. So if he wakes up upset, just squeeze it a few times and that’ll make it smell stronger.”

He still is wrapping his mind around her making this little, useful, toy for Grogu. She’s still fidgeting, shifting from foot to foot. He realizes she’s now in the position he had been in previously. The child is their navigator and without him as their center, they drift. It’s a lonely feeling and one that he doesn’t wish Ren to feel. He opens the door to his room and turns the light on, keeping it low.

“There’s a couch in here,” he offers, “if you wanted…”

She smiles sadly. “Thank you but I’m sure you need time to yourself,” she motions to her face.

Her reference to his helmet surprises him. “How did you know about that?”

“He told me,” she points to Grogu. “He ‘talks’ about you quite a bit. He knows how important your creed is and keeping your face concealed is part of that.” She pauses, seeming to sense his unease. “He told me about your rescue of him from Moff Gideon and you’re allowing him to leave with Master Luke. He understands the importance of what you did in that moment, the gravity of it. But he never allowed me to see his memory of your face. He guards that very closely, as he should.”

He lets out the breath he didn’t realize he had been holding.

“He has been worried about the repercussions of that so when he wakes up, maybe you could make sure you tell everything is fine. It’ll soothe hi-”

“My covert ex-communicated me.” He doesn’t know why he confesses this to her standing in the hallway of Boba Fett’s Palace. Judging from the shocked and horrified look on her face, she doesn’t know why either.

“I’m so sorry to hear that.” Her long fingers start to fidget again but this time they flutter over his elbow. “Go put him to bed and I’ll be right back.”

He watches her climb up the stairs back to Fett’s chambers. He leaves the door open to his own quarters as he hangs up the sling in the corner over the bed. Grogu is still sleeping soundly, clutching at the stuffed toy and snoring. There’s movement at the door and he turns to see Ren has returned with four bottles of alcohol from Boba’s private stash.

“I wasn’t sure what you liked to drink and I figured this conversation is going to need at least one.”

He takes two of the bottles from her and sets them down on the table in front of the couch. She pulls out two glasses from the pocket in her jacket and adds them to her contraband. She grabs a Corellian whiskey and pours herself a full glass before sitting down in a chair. He takes the spotchka bottle and pours a full glass himself. He lifts the bottom of his helmet and tips half the contents of the blue liquid into his mouth before lowering the helmet again. As he sits on the couch, he notices Ren looking over the hammock. Her fidgeting has stopped and she looks more at peace. She takes another sip of her alcohol before speaking.

“They excommunicated you because you took your helmet off and showed Grogu your face?”

He nods. “They did. Removing your helmet in front of others if forbidden by the creed.”

“What about your family?”

“What do you mean?”

“Your family members, like a spouse or children. You’re not allowed to let them see your face?”

He shakes his head. “We don’t take spouses or have children of our own. We live in clans, the members chosen and accepted. Foundlings are adopted from the wastelands of war and brought into our clans.”

She shifts in her seat. “Is there any way for you to be accepted back into your covert?”

He nods. “There is. I have to travel to Mandalore and find the living waters beneath the mines.”

She leans forward, resting her arms on her knees. “And what does that do?”

“I’m…not sure. But that is what I was told to do in order to make things right again with my covert so that’s what I’m going to do.”

“Alright,” she nods with resolution and tips the rest of the whiskey back. “First stop, when we get the ship, is Mandalore.”

Her matter-of-factness takes him back slightly. He goes through the same motion of lifting his helmet slightly to drink the rest of spotchka and watches her closely. There is no hesitation in her facial expression or doubt in her posture. He presented her with a problem and its solution and she merely accepted it. There was no explanation of his creed or a defense given for the actions of his covert.

There is just acceptance.

He struggles with this concept. Surely he has felt accepted before; he’d been a foundling after all. The Mandalorians took him in and they accepted him. That was why he tried to excel in the fighting corps; it was a show of gratefulness and honor at being chosen by them. They raised him, provided him with his armor and skill set. They did accept him.

Until they didn’t.

He glances over the hammock and hears the snores turning to whimpers. Ren is up in an instant and has Grogu in her arms. She grabs the stuffed toy and squeezes it a few times, the sharp scent of pine and earth filling the room as she tucks it up underneath his nose. His fingers latch onto the fabric and draw the toy to his face.

“Is he alright?”

She’s back to swaying again. “Yeah, the nightmares are getting to be more frequent but we kind of expected that.”

“Why?”

She sighs heavily as she returns to her seat. She settles Grogu in the crook of her arm. “He survived the massacre at the Jedi Temple. He blocked out most of the memories but those of watching the Jedi being killed, he’s remembering again since his training started.” A sudden realization brings her head up. “I suppose that’s why you two are so connected. Both of you witnessed a massacre at a young age.”

“We are both foundlings.”

“Beauty from ashes, as my mother would say.”

He tilts his head in a questioning stance and she elaborates.

“She would say that whenever something bad or unfortunate would happen but then something good would come out of it. For instance, there was a horrible accident at one of the engineering warehouses in the neighborhood where my family lived on Corellia. There was some kind of fuel leak and a spark ignited it. The whole building collapsed but thankfully, everyone made it out alive. Unfortunately, all the people who worked there were suddenly out of jobs which meant they were soon out of money. The whole community came together and we ended up sharing our food and resources until the factory was rebuilt and everyone had their jobs back. Beauty from ashes.”

It is a nice sentiment and one he certainly hopes will hold true with his current situation. His beauty lies with finding the springs in the Mandalorian mines, that water will wash away the ash of aspotatism and give him the restoration needed. Then he will have his covert, his family, back intact.

“Okay,” she picks up her whiskey again, Grogu back to snoring peacefully. “I want to hear the story about the mudhorn. That is his favorite one to tell and I want to do some fact checking.”

He pours himself another glass of spotchka and sits back on the couch to tell the story. Ren folds her legs underneath her, Grogu settles in her lap so she can drink and listen to the story with rapt attention. There is a sense of peace that settles over the room. Even the raucous bursts of noise from the celebration down below doesn’t burst the atmosphere they have created. It doesn’t take long after the mudhorn story that Ren’s eyes start to droop from exhaustion.

He takes Grogu gently from her lap and places him back into the hammock before turning back to Ren. If he leaves her in the cross-legged position to sleep, she’ll be too sore to move tomorrow. As gently as he can, he lifts her from the chair and she emits a noise of protest. He moves her to the bed and lays her down under Grogu’s hammock and covers her with a blanket. He goes back to the couch and lays down on his back and faces the ceiling. Sleep tugs at his mind and soon he gives into it, his dreams a mixture of fire, ash, and water.

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