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httpdwaekki · 2 months

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migraine | b.c.

summary: you were known to have pretty intense migraines but chan is there to help you feel better.

wc: 1.9k

warnings: no warnings, just pure fluff, tad bit of hurt/ comfort, sweet channie as always, and in true ashton fashion far too many petnames lmao. very lightly proofread (p.s. i am in my wolfchan lover arc, need him immediately.)

a/n: omg ashton got lost in the sauce again? * gasp* shocker! yeah this took me way too long to write but whatever. i actually don't hate this which is crazy but this is self indulgent because i get some pretty intense, nasty migraines that can last a couple days and it sucks. but if you suffer from the same thing i hope this can bring you some comfort and also i recommend a gel cap that you put in the freezer. an actual game changer, trust. anyway, i hope you enjoy! remember to eat, drink water and take your meds, ily <3

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(pictures are not mine! credit to owners!)

you had some pretty nasty migraines, no secret to you or chan. they last anywhere from a few hours to a few days and while there were things to help lessen the pain and pressure, sometimes you just had to ride it out.

this was unfortunately one of those times. now usually you would call chan as soon as you felt the first telltale sign of a migraine . this time however, you didn’t, you knew he was busy with work and didn’t want to interfere with that. but you were selfishly starting to regret that decision as everything you were doing did nothing to help.

it seemed like everything did nothing but increase the pressure in your head, spreading to your face. in a last ditch effort to get some sleep you put on some migraine music, pressed a cold compress to your eyes and pulled wolfchan to your chest.

the soft plushie smelled faintly of chan’s cologne, the only thing actually helping you relax. but it also made you miss the aussie man, wishing he was by your side, rubbing your temples, softly lulling you to sleep.

you didn’t even realize you were crying until you felt a warm tear drip down to your neck. you knew you had to calm down or you risk making everything worse but you couldn’t. you were overwhelmed by the pressure in your head and frustrated with nothing helping to release it.

you felt selfish and guilty but you knew you needed chan, you felt like you were going insane without him. hesitantly you moved the compress from your eyes, grabbing your phone.

despite the brightness being on the lowest possible setting, you felt a sharp pain behind your eye as the screen turned on. you unlocked your phone, clicking chan’s contact, you quickly typed out a message.

to channie <3 :

hi, i’m so sorry to ask but i really don’t know what else to do, i have a migraine and nothing's helping. i know you're working but is there anyway when you finish up at the studio you could come over? even for a little bit, if not i totally get it, just thought i’d ask, love you bug.

you hit send, locking your phone, placing it on the soft sheets, placing the compress back over your eyes. a few minutes passed before you felt your phone buzz beside you. you move the cold compress once more, bracing yourself for the light from your phone.

from channie <3:

can you call me jagi? i don’t want you to keep looking at your phone screen, love you too sweet girl.

you click his contact once more, hitting the little phone icon next to his name causing the calming music to stop, a loud ringing replacing it. this caused you to wince and quickly lower the volume before putting it on speaker so you could place the cooling pack back over your eyes.

it didn’t take long before he picked up. “hi my baby, what’s going on?” he asked softly.

“my head hurts,” you started, words slightly slurred. “it’s really bad channie.” you take a deep breath, trying to calm yourself down. “i’ve tried everything and nothing’s working, i don’t know what to do.” you softly cried, tears making their way down your cheeks once more.

“okay angel okay, take a deep breath, i need you to relax for me okay? i know it hurts but it’s gonna hurt worse if you’re upset.” you hear rustling in the background.

“i’m just finishing up a few things here and then i’m gonna head over, okay sweetheart?” you respond with a soft whimper, followed by a quiet, “okay.” you press the pack further into your eyes, chasing the coolness that is quickly leaving the gel filled pack.

“do you want me to stay on the phone with you till i get there?” he asks softly, packing his bag.

“yes, please.” you mumbled. “okay baby, just keep breathing and focus on me, okay? i’m gonna pick up some food on the way too, okay?” you hummed in response, rolling over, pushing the soft plushie to your cheek, breathing in the familiar scent.

“everything okay?” you hear changbin ask in the background. “yeah, y/n has a migraine, so i’m going to help her.” chan responds.

“oh no, i hope she feels better, let us know if you guys need anything.” you hear han chime in, your heart swelling at the boys concern.

“will do, thank you, i’ll see you guys later.” you hear him open the studio door making his way into the hallway.

“you still with me, jagi?” he asks softly. “yeah, i’m here.” face squished into the soft fabric. “alright sweetheart, i’m gonna mute for a bit just until i get to my car, okay?” he asks, the elevator dings in the background, signaling its arrival.

“okay.” you say sleepily. “i love you baby, i’ll be right back.” you hear him press a button in the elevator. “love you too bub.” your words slurring slightly.

after chan muted, you felt yourself slowly succumb to the exhaustion, phone positioned next to you on the sheets, wolfchan tucked safely against your cheek, you, curled up in a soft blanket .

that is exactly how chan found you about 25 minutes later as he walked in your room, the space dimly lit by the oil diffuser sitting on your bedside table. he left the take-out bags sitting on your kitchen counter, fresh compress and cold water in hand. he gently places the water on your desk, making his way over to you.

he grabs your phone, ending the call before turning off the relaxing music. he sits next to your sleeping form, gently taking the warm pack off your face. he places a kiss on your forehead before placing the fresh compress on your eyes.

you tense for a moment, before relaxing as the cold begins to relieve the tension once more. you stir awake from the sudden change in temperature. “channie?” you asked, sleep laced in your voice.

he places a hand on your hips, his thumb rubbing soothing circles to the area. “hi, my baby,” he whispers. “how are you feeling hm?” he asks, continuing the soothing motion. you move the cool pack, grabbing his free hand, in this lap, threading your fingers together before placing a kiss on the back of his.

“better now that you’re here.” you murmured, giving him a small smile. he smiled back before leaning down and placing a kiss on your forehead.

“i got you some ramen, i’m gonna go grab it for you okay?” you nodded, him standing, still keeping your hand in his. he leans down to press a soft kiss to your forehead before placing the compress back over your eyes, grabbing the warm one to put back in the freezer .

he gives your hand a light squeeze before walking away. you relax into the soft mattress below you while chan goes to grab the hot soup and some medicine just in case.

he walks in with the tray, setting it on your desk next to the cold water collecting condensation on the wood below it. he makes his way over to you, sitting next to you once again, gently lifting the pack off your eyes. “there she is,” he placed a hand on your cheek, setting the compress next to you.

“hi baby.” he smiled, softly stroking your cheek. you give him a small smile back before turning your head slightly to place a kiss to his palm. “can you sit up for me please?” you nod softly before slowly moving to lean against the wall behind you.

“careful jagi.” he whispered, quickly placing a hand behind your head. “thank you, bug.” you mumble, adjusting the pillows behind you, placing wolfchan in your lap . chan stands up once more, placing the water on the tray before bringing it over to you.

“thank you, chan, you really didn’t have to do all this.” you say, guilt creeping up on you once again. he shakes his head. “nope, none of that. i’m your boyfriend, this is my job.” he places the tray on your lap, taking his place next to you once again.

“plus, i love taking care of you. if you need me, i’m there. any time, any place, simple as that.” your heart swells, you feel a lump form in the back of your throat. “you can’t say stuff like that when i’m like this, i’ll cry.” you play with the plushie’s ears before feeling a finger lift your chin.

“i love you, and i’ll always be here for you, no matter where either of us are, okay?” he said, looking into your eyes, with nothing but love and sincerity. you nod, “i love you too.” he smilled, carefully leaning over to place a kiss on your forehead.

“now, you need to eat, i got your favorite.” he says, picking up the hot soup, opening the lid, before separating the chopsticks. he dips the wooden sticks in the soup, giving it a stir before grabbing some of the noodles.

he gently blows on the steaming noodles before offering it to you, container under it to catch any dripping soup. you giggle, “you know i can feed myself right?” he frowns, pushing the noodles and container closer to you. “eat.”

you smile before opening your mouth, accepting the food he so generously offered you. a smile made it’s way onto his face, feeding you a few more bites. he placed the container back down, chopsticks resting in the soup, before grabbing the medicine and water.

“take these.” he placed them in your hand, opening the water as you dropped the pills in your mouth. he hands you the water, watching as you greedly gulp down the cool beverage. “ how are you feeling, angel?” he asks gently.

“it still hurts but i think eating and drinking definitely helped.” you smiled, handing him the bottle. “ good, i’m glad. eat a few more bites then we’ll lay down, okay?” he says, picking up the soup once more.

you end up finishing the ramen before he grabs the tray and the now warm compress. “do you want a cold one?” he asks holding up the pack.

“yes please.” you nod slightly. “okay, get comfy, i’ll be right back jagi.” you smile laying back down as he leaves the room.

he comes back, shortly after, with a fresh compress and another bottle of water. he places the water next to your diffuser, placing the compress over your eyes. he circles the bed, climbing under the covers.

he lays down, pulling you into him, placing your head on his chest. you place your arm around his wait, hand slipping under his shirt, rubbing your thumb across his soft skin.

he brings his hand up, rubbing soft circles on your temples, placing kiss on the top of your head. “sleep jagi, we can shower when you wake up okay?’ you nod slightly against him.

“thank you, channie. i love you, more than you know.” you mumble, tightening your arms around him. “i love you too baby, i’ll always take care of you, okay?” placing one last kiss to your hair.

that’s how you stayed for the rest of the night, wrapped up in each other’s arms. the pressure in your head, slowly releasing, finally able to relax.

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cherryredstars · 6 months

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Hi! I’ve been following you for a while, not so long, but for a while, and I just wanted to say I am absolutely in love with your Miguel fan fics. Especially the one that stars female!miguel in too, absolutely love it. I have a little request of my own, but if you feel uncomfortable with this one no need to do it🫶🏻.

So, I basically just wanted a hypersexual!reader x Miguel. I personally suffer with hypersexual disorder to my own reason. I’m not sure how to explain what hypersexual is, so you can just search it up (sorry!!😭)

I kinda want it to still be apart of spiderman arc (Miguel is still spider man 2099 and reader is also spider women/man)

Miguel can find out reader is hypersexual by her/him file or smth like that, I’m not sure how to explain it😣

If you feel uncomfortable by this request, no need to do it and no pressure :)

Pairing: Miguel O’Hara x spider gn!reader

Warnings: 18+, NSFW, Smut, Reader is Hypersexual, Genital Examination, Mentions of Oral Sex, Penetrative Sex, and Sexual Fantasies

Summary: Miguel has always been good with examining disorders.

A/N: It’s okay anon!! I already know what hypersexuality is because samesies!!!

Word Count: 615 (Not Edited)

He knew.

He practically knew everything with his discovery of the multiverse and LYLA by his side. So it didn’t surprise you when he had cornered you, questioning you about the hypersexuality notes in your file. It did leave you embarrassed, a stuttering fool with blazing cheeks and a tongue that couldn’t articulate anything. He had asked you if it would affect your performance, if you’d be too distracted to be on the field. You had hastily disagreed, assuring him that you’d be at peak performance on any and all missions you’d be on. He left you with a grumbling, ‘I’ll make sure of that’ and a flashing visual of his rough body pressed against yours.

You had never imagined his I’ll make sure of that would be him dealing with it personally. Physically. Before every mission you went on.

Everytime he pulls you into a lab, pressing your front down on a lab table as he performs his…examination. His chest pressing against your back, your suit pooling around your ankles as his hand slips between your legs. His hand, large and rough, cups you entirely, massaging your throbbing sex. Soft whines and moans escape you as his hands get drenched with your arousal. It's sticky, staining your skin and making squelching noises that make you embarrassed. Everytime you try to squirm away, he grunts and presses you harder against the flat surface, mumbling something about not being done.

He continues his examination, fingers touching and massaging every part of your sex. He takes extra care with your slit, pressing his fingers to it until you're whining and on the edge of release. Some days, he lets you finish and others he edges you until he gets bored. But his examination is never the end of it. He always presses more into you, his hard erection pressing to your bare ass as he whispers into your ear.

Tell me. Tell me what sick little fantasies your dirty mind thought of today.

And as per routine, you do. In a whimpering and needy voice, you list out all the thoughts you can remember as he hums absentmindedly. He always tsks when you're finished, cooing about how he needs to get rid of those thoughts before you can be cleared for duty. His suit disintegrates, leaving him naked and twitchy behind you. His erection is always rock hard and swollen, throbbing against your ass as he preps your hole. He swears he’s your miracle cure, the only one that can help you momentarily stop those thoughts and keep your body satisfied. He drills it into you, syncing each word with a thrust that blurs your mind.

He’ll spend all the time he has before you have to go running through your list of fantasies, leaving each one fulfilled or until you’ve cummed so much that you have nothing else to give. And even then, if you’re still greedy and not fully satisfied, he’ll continue to play with your body. He plays with your sex, drinks up your arousal until he swallows it down, or continues his numbing thrusts until your body is a shaking and unstable mess. And, when you’re satisfied, when all thoughts are erased, he’ll pull away from your body. His suit reappears as he helps zip up yours.

When the both of you leave, he pressed up right behind you, whispering in your ear how he’ll see you for your next check up. And your mind drones on and on about the new fantasies and scenarios, your body becoming insatiable again.

You always seem to be in need of an examination sooner rather than later, and Miguel is always prepared to administer them.

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aclowntiny · 11 months

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HIIIIII [first I wanna say that I love your work so much and am so happy to meet an atiny/carat writer! I hope we can become moots!]

I do have a request and it is: ateez reacting to s.o kissing their neck

take your time, and good luck with all of ur work, fighting!!

YES WE SO CAN!!! 🥰 Thank you so much for the encouragement love! I hope you love this reaction 😊

Ateez Reaction to S/O Kissing Their Neck

I'll give this my classic rating but up it for this one… 🤏🏻🤏🏻 suggestive hehe 👀👀👀

Hongjoong

You couldn't take the way his eyes devoured you, treasured you, any more. Inhaling, you quickly shut the space between you and Hongjoong, all the lightning tension between you arcing into your joined lips as his grip on your hip tightened. It was a short but passionate kiss, one that had Hongjoong giving you a smile of pleasant surprise afterward.

"Oh?"

"Yep," you replied, "and I'm just getting started."

Pecking his lips several times, you migrated from their softness to trace the beautiful structure of his face, outlining his cheekbone and down to his jaw with your lips.

He gave an exasperated chuckle. "I'm supposed to be the one spoiling you," he said even as he tilted his head to grant you access, smiling impishly down at you.

"Maybe I get something out of this, too," you teased back, kisses resuming in full swing, this time down his neck and into the territory availed to you by his partially-unbuttoned shirt.

"Alright, but anything you're giving me, I'm going to pay back double," Hongjoong tells you with a grin that sends shivers down your spine as you part from his chest to gaze at him.

"H-how are you going to do that?" You faltered slightly underneath that intense gaze you loved so much.

"Let's just say," his lips curl up even further, the hand on your hip drawing light circles, "by the time I'm done, everyone will know you're mine."

Seonghwa

Seonghwa is in the kitchen standing over a mixing bowl of batter when he feels arms snake around his waist and lips against his neck.

He giggles deeply. "That better be (y/n)," he teases.

Your hands nudge his sides, prompting him to set the spoon in his hand down and turn to face you, smiling at the loving expression on your face. His hands wrap around you, too, both of you standing in an embrace against the counter.

“It’s my lucky day,” he keeps joking, leaning down to brush your nose with his, “it is you. My (y/n).”

You smile at the pet name, moving your hands to fall around his neck, which you press one more quick kiss to. “Always.”

He leans down, kisses your forehead first before moving to your cheek, then pecking your lips several times, smiling and exhaling little chuckles against them as you leaned forward for more.

“I have to finish up here! Want to help me?”

You nod, lowering your hands to back hug him again.

“Alright,” he shakes his head fondly at your clinginess, “help me stir, then the real work begins.” He reaches to his waist, taking hold of your hands, placing the spoon in your dominant one and using it to mix the batter as he kept seasoning it.

After that, you dedicated yourself to actual tasks, but each time you passed Seonghwa by, you pressed a kiss to his cheeks or neck, enjoying the surprise and wide, almost childlike smile of joy that crossed his face every single time.

Yunho

It's not like you don't want to do it, frankly, but you mainly want to get Yunho's attention. You're sinking into couch cushions, sunlight lazily filters through the blinds, and Yunho is playing some video game or another. You stopped paying attention, instead visually tracing his focused side profile, eyes drinking in every shift and narrow of his own, the way his thumbs dart over the controller.

Watching your boyfriend play doesn’t bother you, but you are getting a bit bored. He isn’t always granted a surplus of free time, after all, & the most selfish voice of your mind is vying for the argument that he should spend it with you. Instead of whining, though, which you have the sense to realize no one enjoys, you simply scoot in closer, cushions creaking faintly beneath you, and gently run your fingers over Yunho’s jawline, pulling close enough to press your lips to his neck. As badly as you want his lips on yours, interrupting a man’s game is never a good idea.

He tenses a bit beneath your touch, breaths coming a little faster. “Wh- what are you doing?” He asks.

You press a few more kisses, moving a bit lower each time. “I don’t know, you’re playing your game, I just want to appreciate you.”

“Maybe when I’m done with this round-”

“Maybe when you’re done with this round…”

You both spoke at the same time. Giggling into his neck, you get closer still, legs pressed against his as he gave a few giggles of his own.

“Maybe what?” You ask, tilting your head so that he’s almost forced to face you.

“Just wait and see,” he smiles, leaning forward to place a quick peck to your lips before his focus returns to the screen.

Yeosang

You and Yeosang were on the couch, both of you on your backs, your head resting over his heart. Neither of you had spoken for a bit, just enjoying the small sunbeams filtering in through the window as you played gently with Yeosang’s hand that was slung over you.

On a whim you turned slightly, careful that your hip wouldn’t dig into him, and leaned up just a little bit higher, your head reaching the crook of Yesosang’s neck. Your lips fell into place, ghosting over his skin at first, but when you felt him shift a bit beneath you, clearly starting a little at the sudden warmth, it spurred you on.

This time, you kissed him unabashedly, giving the exposed skin long, slow appreciation. Drawing out every motion you possibly could. Your hand that was playing with his gave it a little squeeze.

“What’s this?” Yeosang asks, eyes wide and sounding a bit flustered.

You can’t help but giggle at the pure and wholesome man you love so much. “You mean you don’t know?” You reply.

“Well, ah, I mean…” He stutters as you place the longest, most lingering kiss yet at the very base of his throat, a small gasp escaping with the trailed-off words.

You lift yourself up on your elbows, pulling up still so your heads are in line and sparing your boyfriend, just rubbing your noses together with a smile. “Don’t worry about it,” you tell him, starting to lay back down, but his hand catches yours.

“No,” he says, gaze following yours down, “please continue.”

San

“Sannie, no!” You giggle, running away from your boyfriend, with whom you are currently locked in a playful chase along the grass.

He’s proudly brandishing a water gun, smug grin more than evident on his face as he barrels toward you. “Sannie, yes!”

“No!” You exclaim, turning on your heels and running around a garden wall, stopping to catch a few shaking, laughing breaths.

You’d tossed a water balloon at him, your entire arsenal, and now San sees fit to get you back for it. His revenge is quite disproportionate in your eyes, for even with as warm as it was you aren’t exactly in the mood to get soaked.

San is close; the grass rustles and he whispers “I’m gonna get you!”

“Not today!” You shout back, peeling out from around the wall and back towards those of the house, bare feet padding against the soft green grass.

San quickly catches up, giggling as he backs you into a corner, raising the blue and green plastic abomination in his hand. It’s going to take a massive trump card to escape this one…or maybe you’re overthinking it.

Stepping forward in the little space you have left, you reach your arms around San, hands gently running up and down his back. His smug expression immediately begins softening, the gorgeous soft eyes you love on him starting to pop out. With a smile, you lean in to give his neck a few kisses, feeling him crane to open up more as you do so. He’s warm beneath your touch, pulse pounding from all the running; you kiss right over the pulse point, wondering if you can make it go even faster.

Before you can wonder much more San is sweeping you into his arms, booping your nose and telling you how cute you are before yanking you into his lips. One hand holds you, the other reaches up into your hair, and as your lips move against his you slide San’s offending water rifle closer to you with your foot, stepping down on it as hard as you can. San trails kisses of his own down your neck before peppering your cheeks, expression melting at the fact that you initiated affection.

When you finally separate, San ruffles your hair and giggles. You step back a bit, holding up your contraband water rifle. “So, truce then?”

Mingi

"I can be cool!" You protested against Mingi's teasing. You know he thinks you're the coolest person alive, but you and your boyfriend had gotten into a playful debate on if you could be a rapper.

"Oh, yeah? Prove it, then," Mingi shot back with a grin.

"Ok, fine," you all but pouted, "I will."

Giving him a light shove, you watched him stumble back a little, taking the opportunity to lead him a couple more steps until his back hit the wall. Leaning forward, you rested your left palm against it at his side, eyes traveling up to his in the best approximation of the classic pose as you could attempt. Mingi's jaw dropped a bit, raising the corners of your lips in a satisfied smile. You leaned up and placed a kiss to his neck.

"See? I can do the bad boy pose. I'm cool," you say as you start to walk off.

Mingi's hand catches your left hand as it peels from the wall, though, and you feel the tug, turning back to face him with a tilt of your head. He's looking at you with doe eyes, his buggy expression of surprise fading to affection.

"You are cool, but don't take my job," he says.

You giggle, and he reels you back into his chest, your hand falling there as his that isn't holding yours rests on your back, bringing you forward into an electrifying kiss. You feel his heartbeat beneath your palm, the way his hand lightly squeezes and plays with yours as your lips move in sync. You trap Mingi again as he pulls away, this time not against the wall, but with his forehead against yours.

"You have nothing to worry about, my cool guy."

Wooyoung

It was all impulse, really. Wooyoung was teaching you a couples’ dance he wanted to try, and frankly it was quite…intimate. A bit Latin-inspired, it had some close moves that reminded you of the tango followed by him pulling you close. When he did that, he also rolled his head back, exposing the skin of his neck and making that much more of a show from his quite notably unbuttoned black shirt.

Wooyoung viewed his body as part of the art and you couldn’t help but agree. The third time you practiced getting swept into his arms, his head rolling away as you were held against the warmth of his chest, his heart hammering beneath you, you leaned forward, your lips finding his throat like they were magnetized there.

You felt him give a deep hum beneath you as he, rather than step into the sequence's next move, immediately slid both of his hands to be flush around your waist. When you pulled away slightly, Wooyoung attacked, his own lips latching onto the spot above your collarbone. His hips angled, drifting forward until they were fully flush against yours.

"So this is what you want, huh?"

"Well," you teased, voice low as Wooyoung’s lips traveled down and then back up, “seems like you do too."

"Of course," he agreed as he trailed kisses up your neck and to your cheek, "why would I not?"

Jongho

It was one of your greatest joys in life to have such a sensible, loving boyfriend at your side. However, he wasn’t the most into physical touch, at least not nearly as much as you were. Sometimes Jongho just needed some encouragement.

He lay at your side, half under the sheets and half out, just plaintively staring at the ceiling as he rested on his back, not one part of him touching you. You felt your lips fall into a pout, wishing he would cuddle with you now that your bedtime conversation had ceased, dreamy words subsiding in favor of that near-sleep contemplative state.

You knew part of it was that he didn’t want to overstep boundaries, didn’t want to disturb you. But if that was the case, you considered as you shifted in the sheets, mattress creaking a bit beneath your motion, it was your job to show him he would not be disturbing you in the slightest. And you knew exactly what would flip Jongho’s affection switch.

Scooting closer to him, you wrapped your arms around his shoulders, snuggling into his neck and kissing him before he could protest or question the sudden gesture. Sure enough, you felt Jongho relax, firm muscles melting still after a momentary freeze. As you nuzzled in, lips still traveling, he tilted his head, giving you greater access, and you smiled. Jackpot.

Jongho loved it when you kissed his neck, and you sure didn't mind taking advantage of that fact, especially right then. He flipped over from his back to his side, suddenly facing you, those big beautiful eyes you loved staring intently.

"Why this all of a sudden?"

"Because I love you," you replied, eyelashes fluttering.

"Well, let me return the favor, too," he told you, propping his head up with one hand.

You couldn't resist a smile as he pulled you closer.

#ateez #ateez imagines #ateez reactions #ateez x reader #ateez scenarios #hongjoong #seongwha #yunho #yeosang #san #mingi #wooyoung #jongho #gender neutral reader #requested #moots 💕

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wolfjackle-creates · 2 months

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Carry Your Heart: Danny's Arc Part 1

So I've collected all my snippets from the 1000 follower ask game (and added 800+ words). So enjoy the next part of Carry Your Heart!

Story Summary: Danny meets a ghost, Jason, in the Realms one day when cursing out Chaucer and Mr. Lancer both. Jason is determined to make him see the error of his ways.

And it turns out he can offer his help in more than just English.

They get closer and closer. Then they have their first kiss. Jason, still haunted by his own death, isn't willing to date Danny if he can't grow up by his side. He doesn't want to hold his boyfriend back or face their inevitable breakup when Danny gets too old for him. And he misses his family more than he can say.

He goes to seek out Desiree to make a wish.

First, Previous

Word Count: 2.6k

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Danny floated back and forth—pacing without legs—in front of the door to the examination room. Frostbite was in there with Jason. Other yetis rushed in and out, most able to spare him nothing more than a sympathetic look as they hurried off to get some medicine or another expert or a new device.

He just wanted to know.

What had happened to Jason? He’d been fine the last time they’d seen each other. It’d been perfect. Jason had enjoyed the date and even kissed him and he was supposed to be there again today. He just wanted his boyfriend.

He landed heavily on the floor, and buried his face in his knees, back pressed against the wall just waiting for someone, anyone, to tell him anything.

But it was hours more before Frostbite came out. And when he did, his face was grim.

“I’m sorry, great one. We cannot determine what has happened to your companion nor how to help him.”

Danny core stuttered, and he launched himself at the yeti, wrapping him in a hug. “No, you have to be able to do something. Please. He can’t—” His breath caught. He wouldn’t finish the sentence. Voicing it would make it true.

Frostbite hugged him back, his thick arms and fur made his hugs the most comforting ones Danny had ever felt. “We will, of course, continue to research Jason’s condition and try new treatments. However…”

Danny tensed and sniffed, trying to keep himself from succumbing to tears again. “However?”

“Jason is a fire core. The Far Frozen is not an appropriate environment for him while he is in such a delicate state. A few hours, even a day or so, every few weeks will not hurt and will allow us to try new therapies. But he will not thrive if he stays here longer than that.”

Danny lost the fight and cried into his mentor’s chest. Where else could he take Jason? Where would he be safe? What would happen if he brought him home and his parents found him? Would they even recognize what he was?

Before too long, though, Danny pulled away. “Will he be safe here for just a bit longer? I need to go home. See if, see if I can keep him safe.”

“Of course, Great One. We will watch over your friend for as long as you need us to. And we will prepare a heated chamber for him to rest in. But I urge you to return quickly.”

Danny nodded. “I will. Will he… Does he understand what’s going on? Can I say goodbye?”

Frostbite stepped back and placed a giant paw on Danny’s back. “We do not know what he may be aware of while he is in this state. But you are, of course, welcome to say your goodbyes. If he is aware, I am certain he will appreciate them.”

Frostbite led him into the room. Jason, appearing as a mostly blackened coal, his fire only barely visible deep in his core, was floating over a pedestal, three other yetis around him taking notes on tablets.

“The Great One wishes to speak to his suitor,” announced Frostbite when they entered. “Please give them some privacy.”

The yetis all murmured their agreements and filed out, each wishing luck and good health and condolences to Danny as they did.

“I shall be just outside. Take as long as you need.”

“Is there anything I should know? Will I hurt him if I touch him or anything?”

Frostbite shook his head. “Be gentle, of course, but there is little you can do by accident that will worsen his condition.” He patted Danny on the head, then followed his people out of the room.

For a minute, Danny was frozen. Jason was just a few feet away, but Danny couldn’t bring himself to move closer. He didn’t want to do this. Why did this have to happen now? When things were finally going well for him?

Danny sniffed again and floated forward. “Hey, Jay,” he started. “Um, Frostbite says that he and his yetis can’t figure out what happened or how to help you.” Danny’s voice cracked, but he kept going. “I’m… I’m gonna do what I can to help you. Find the people or medicine that can help.” He reached out a hand and gently brushed the edge of Jason’s core. “I just… I need to make sure I can keep you safe, first. I’m gonna, I’m gonna tell my parents. And if, when, they accept me, I’m gonna come back for you and bring you home.

“And then my parent’s can help find a cure for you, too. They’re brilliant, you know,” Danny choked back a sob. “With them and Frostbite working together? We’ll have you fixed up right away. So hang tight, okay? I’ll be back for you soon.” Danny leaned forward and pressed a light kiss to Jason’s core. The surface was rough; after pulling away, he rubbed at his lips, half expecting to see soot on his gloves. But they were clean. With a sigh, he turned and left the room, only glancing back once when he got to the door.

“Great One, are you ready to depart?” asked Frostbite from the hall.

Danny peeled his eyes away from his boyfriend and nodded. “Yeah. I am. I’ll be back soon, though. I promised.”

“I have full faith in you. I wish you safe travels.”

Danny gave a half-smile. “Thanks. I just need to make sure I have a safe place to take him. Once I confirm that, I’ll be back to collect Jason.”

“I shall have sentries posted to watch for your return.”

With one last thanks, Danny left.

The trip to the portal seemed both endless and like it was over in no time. Rumors had spread from the mad dash he’d taken to the Far Frozen and no one bothered him on his return.

And then he was in front of the portal. With a deep breath, he turned invisible and crossed over. His parents weren’t in the lab. Good. That meant he had a few minutes. He could get Jazz, let Sam and Tucker know what had happened. Prepare for what was going to come next.

He transformed and made his way upstairs. No parents in the living room or kitchen.

“Jazz?” he called out.

Footsteps echoed from upstairs, then Jazz was hanging over the railing. “Danny! Welcome back. You were gone quite a while. Get up to trouble with your boyfriend?” she grinned at him.

Danny didn’t know what expression he made at her innocent question, but Jazz’s smile disappeared.

“What’s wrong?”

Danny opened his mouth, then closed it again. Where did he even start? He rubbed at his eyes and focused on just breathing. “Jay, he’s… Something happened, Jazz.”

Suddenly Jazz was in front of him and hugging him tight. “It’s okay, Danny. We’ll figure it out. What happened?”

He clutched at her shirt, just trying to keep from breaking down in tears again. “Jason, he… He’s in a coma, Jazz. Frostbite and his doctors can’t figure out what happened or how to fix him.”

Jazz ran her fingers through his hair. “Oh, Danny. I’m so sorry. I’m sure they’ll figure it out, though. They’re the experts.”

Danny shook his head. “They can’t keep him there. It’s the Far Frozen and Jason has a fire core. It’s not safe for him to be there when he’s so weak, Frostbite said.”

Jazz let out a steady breath and squeezed tighter. “What are you going to do?”

Danny pulled away. “Jason is trapped as just his core. I can’t leave him in the Far Frozen and there’s no one else I trust to be able to keep him safe. I have to keep him here, with me.”

Jazz bit her lip. “Danny…”

Danny held up his hand. “I know what you’re thinking. If mom and dad found a ghost core in my room or my backpack? No. I’m not going to risk Jason like that. So I have to tell them. Once they know, they’ll accept me. And I’ll convince them that Jason is harmless and it’ll be fine. It’ll be just fine.” Danny clutched his hands into fists and crossed his arms to hide the fact that he was shaking. His parents would accept him.

They had to.

Jazz stared at him for a long moment and Danny had no clue as to what she was thinking. But then she sighed and ran a hand through her own hair. “Okay. Okay, we’ll do this your way. It’ll be fine. You’re right. But we’re getting Sam and Tucker here first and we’re putting together a go-bag. We’re not going to need it. But we’ll have it.”

Danny forced a smile. “We’re not going to need it.”

“Now, text your friends. Mom and Dad will be home in an hour or two.”

Danny did as told. As soon as he hit send, his phone started vibrating with two incoming calls. He hesitated just a moment before answering as a three-way call. “Jason’s been hurt,” he said, interrupting their shouted questions. “He’s been forced into his core. Frostbite can’t figure out how to help him and since he’s a fire core, he can’t stay in the Far Frozen. I want to bring him back here and keep him safe with me—”

“But your parents,” finished Sam.

“Yeah.” Danny closed his eyes and took a deep breath. “So I’m gonna tell them. Can you come?”

“Of course, dude!” exclaimed Tucker. “Almost out the door now. I’ll be there in ten.”

“It’ll be twenty for me,” said Sam. Then she hummed. “Maybe thirty. There’s some things I want to get, just in case.”

“Thanks, Sam, Tucker.”

“You should know by now,” said Tucker, “you don’t even have to ask with us.”

“Yeah, dummy, we’ve got your back. Be there soon as I can.”

Danny hung up and gave Jazz another shaky smile. “They’re on their way. Tucker will be here in ten, Sam might take a bit longer because she wants to grab some things.”

Jazz nodded. “Good. I’m going to start putting together your go-bag. Is your backpack in your room?”

Danny nodded and Jazz ran up the stairs. He followed her at a walk, trying to ignore the way his heart was beating hard in his chest or the way his knees felt like they were going to give out with every step. His parents loved him, they did.

It was going to be fine. He’d tell them, they’d hug him, and he’d go get Jason and come home.

When he got to his room, Jazz had dumped all his school books and binders and papers out of his backpack and was raiding the first aid kit under his bed to transfer as much of it as she could into the bag.

“There you are, get two large water bottles and all the breakfast bars from the pantry. And whatever other food you can find that is both high-calorie and easy to pack.”

He turned and walked back downstairs. Nothing felt real, he almost felt numb and he couldn’t muster up the urgency Jazz had as he sifted through the pantry and grabbed the water bottles.

That was how Tucker found him, staring at the pantry with a stack of snacks on the counter next to him.

“You doing okay?” he asked.

Danny just shrugged and pulled out a box of cereal. He tasted some; it was stale. He put it back.

Tucker pulled him into a hug. “Hey, there, Danny. It’s going to be okay. Frostbite will be able to help Jason, and we’ll be by your side as you talk to your parents.”

Danny hugged Tucker back, trying to just keep his breath steady and his hands from shaking. “Jazz is upstairs. We should go.”

“I’ll help you carry everything. And I’ve got some jerky to add to the pile, meat is the most important food group, after all!”

That finally caught his attention and he pulled away with a small smile. “I won’t need it, you know. Jazz is just being paranoid.”

Tucker frowned, but didn’t contradict him. “Then let’s go make her feel better.”

“Okay.”

“Also!” exclaimed Tucker. “I’ve got a new phone for you. This one uses ectoplasm to connect to my devices and from there, can connect to anyone else. It should work even in the Realms.”

That finally broke through some of the numbness surrounding Danny. He cracked a small, but sincere, smile. “You’ll have to explain to me how you managed that.”

Tucker laughed and immediately launched into his explanation as they brought the food back upstairs to join Jazz.

Jazz gave them a tight smile when they walked in. “Hey, Tucker. What did you get, Danny?”

“Like you said, all the protein and breakfast bars. Tuck’s got some jerky he can add to the pile.” And last, Danny dropped the box of cosmic brownies. “And I grabbed these, too. No one else will eat them.”

Jazz stared at the brownies for a long time, and Danny thought she was going to scold him for grabbing something frivolous. But she shook her head and packed them without comment. “Thanks, Tucker,” she said when she grabbed the bag of jerky next.

“Tucker made me a phone,” said Danny. “One that should work, even in the Realms. He was just telling me about it.”

This time, Jazz’s smile was much more genuine. “Really? How’s that work?”

“So, as I was telling Danny, the phone is connected to my computer through ectoplasm. It took a long time to figure out how to do it, but they will always be connected to each other now. Then, through my computer, it can connect to other computers or even the phone network. Gives it access to the internet and cell towers and your service will be as good as mine.”

Jazz shook her head. “You’re amazing, you know that?”

Tucker blushed. “Uh, well. It’s really not a big deal.”

Jazz held up a hand. “No, it is a big deal. Thank you.”

Danny looked around his room, cataloging all his belongings. His skateboard leaned against the wall next to his bed. The model rockets on his bookshelf. Then his eyes landed on his old, beat-up copy of Canterbury Tales. He walked over as Jazz and Tucker continued to talk and took down the book.

He flipped it open and was faced with the comments Jason and he’d written in the margins. Jason, cheering on the Wife of Bath or scoffing at the Knight. Jason, using modern slang to improve the old-fashioned translation. Jason, doodling a little star when Danny finally got something on his own.

He blinked and a tear tracked down his face, then another. He wiped at his cheeks and closed the book. “Jazz,” he said as he sat next to them on the floor, “pack this, too.”

“Danny…” she started as she saw the book. But then she took in his expression and she sighed. “Of course. I managed to get two outfit changes in your bag, four pairs of boxers. A good amount of medical supplies. And all the food you brought up. We’ll get the book in there, too. Anything else you’ll need?”

Downstairs, the front door slammed and all three of them tensed.

“Just me!” shouted Sam, followed by the sound of her combat boots echoing on the stairs.

Jazz let out a relieved laugh and the rest of them relaxed.

“I got what I wanted to give you!” said Sam as she pushed her way into the room, slamming the door shut behind her. She tossed a wallet to Jazz who opened it and gasped.

“Sam, this is too much!”

Sam shrugged. “I’ve been saving it up. My parents won’t even notice, just had to stop by an ATM on the way here.” She flopped onto the ground and wrapped an arm around Danny’s shoulders. “So how are we gonna do this?”

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WIP Wednesday

Tagged by @spotsandsocks (who just posted the final chapter of her amazing werewolf fic!) @hippolotamus @tizniz (who has posted several new fics!) @devirnis @exhuastedpigeon @cal-daisies-and-briars @disasterbuckdiaz @wikiangela @theotherbuckley @aroeddiediaz and @diazsdimples (who has also posted a new fic!) Thank you all so much! Super excited for all the new works and the ones in progress!

Let's say it all together now... NFL BUCK! Shorter snippet today, but I'm trying to share less because I feel like I've shared almost the whole fic already (lol I haven't). Previous NFL Buck postings here. Enjoy!

"Okay I am so confused. Can you explain it all again?" Buck asks once Eddie finishes the whole bank robbery/framing debacle. Eddie chuckles and gently tugs at the blond curls beneath his hand, earning a pout from the younger man, "Baby I am not going through all of that again. If you really want to get a better understanding, just talk to Athena. I'm sure she would love to regale you with her side and the investigation." Buck tightens his arms around Eddie's waist, snuggles deeper into his chest, then peers up under his eye lashes, baby blues wide and pleading, "But she doesn't have your beautiful voice seeped with southern annoyance." He gives in immediately (has been since their first meeting) and brushes off the southern annoyance remark (no matter how true), "Fine, but just a basic run down okay? Any other questions get directed to Athena." His boyfriend hums in agreement, eyes sparkling with giddy, and his pout replaced with small, but pleased smile. Eddie quietly laughs, god he loves this man, and cranes his head down. Evan meets him halfway, lifting his own head from Eddie's chest and pressing their lips together in a soft kiss. Eventually, Buck pulls aways first and settles himself once again on Eddie's chest, his head resting on the three dashes and three words inscribed on fireman's pec. Eddie could feel the press of the quarterback's ear over his heart and his smiles broadens, knowing how Evan likes to hear not only Eddie's words, but the vibrations of his voice alongside the beat of his heart. Pressing one last kiss to the top of Buck's head, Eddie settles back against their plush head board, returns his fingers to Buck's curls, and begins the tale of the failed heist for a second time, "So we get this medical call out to a bank..."

Some domestic fluff at the end of the Ocean's 911 arc of this fic. Hope you all enjoyed!

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mandos-mind-trick · 9 months

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The Red Dress

Summary: They may have your attention, but it's his fingers inside you under the table.

Pairing: Fives x reader

Warnings: NSFW, 18+, fingering, public sex, exhibitionism, drinking, alcohol, Fives being cocky, confession of feelings, just a little jealousy

A/N: I've never written for Fives before so please bear with me. Welcoming myself back from my break with a bang, pun intended. I am also utilizing medic!reader once more just because I can.

MASTERLIST

The first time he sees you in that dress, he knows he’s screwed.

He has Kix to thank for everything. He had been the one to convince you to come out with them in the first place. You, the 501st’s new medic, who had quickly won the hearts of the entire legion with your gentle touches and soft reassurances. You who asked their names and remembered them. You with that infectious smile, and the soft laugh that rang out at even the lamest jokes.

They had all mutually agreed they would start a war for you.

Fives was no less enamored with you than his brothers. You laughed at his jokes, and got shy when he lightly teased and flirted. He had once asked you to kiss his freshly bandaged wound, entirely joking, but he’ll never forget how you raised his arm to press a soft kiss to the bandage.

His stomach still flips thinking about it.

He hadn’t been expecting you to join them on shore leave. They were headed to 79s as usual, waiting on a few stragglers, including Kix. He hadn’t been expecting you to be following the medic down the ramp, but as soon as he sees you, he forgets all his impatience.

His eyes widen, jaw going slack as you slowly make your way down the ramp. The others notice, turning to see just what’s caught his attention.

The dress is a little satin number that hugs every curve and slope of your body perfectly. The thin straps and sloping neckline reveal more skin than he’s ever seen before, the hem falling halfway down your thighs.

It’s also red.

A deep, sinful red that Fives already knows is going to draw the gaze of everyone in the bar. His hands tighten into fists, his pants tightening just a bit as well.

“I didn’t think you’d mind if I invited our favorite medic along.” Kix says, drawing his attention, and everyone else’s.

“No.” Hardcase says, the vision of you in the dress having silenced even him. “Not at all.”

Fives resists the urge to punch Hardcase as he slips an arm around your shoulders, guiding you to the transport.

This is going to be a long night.

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Fives had been right in his prediction that you would gain the attention of the entire bar. He was quick to notice just how much you shied from the attention, but he knew he and his brothers were not going to share.

They squish you into the center of the booth, silently glaring away any trooper, shiny or not, that even glances your way. You seem happily unaware of it as you sit between Jesse and Tup. They’re laying it on thick, Jesse’s arm stretched across the back of the booth behind you.

Fives’ hand tightens around his glass as Jesse leans in, saying something quietly to you. You get that bashful look on your face again, fingers trailing through the condensation on your glass. You’ve barely finished one glass of the cheap beer the bar provided to the clones.

Fives gets his moment when Tup excuses himself from the table for a bathroom break and Jesse is sent to the bar for the next round. He quickly shuffles into the booth next to you, so close you’re almost touching. You turn to look at him, eyes shining in the dim light above the table.

“You alright?” He asks, leaning in a bit so you can hear him over the music. “Are they making you uncomfortable?”

You shake your head. “No, they’re sweet, I’ve just...had my gaze on someone else for a while.”

He tilts his head as he stares down at you. “Anyone I know?”

“Well, he’s a clone.” You say, giving him a cute little smile.

“Right. That narrows it down.” Fives nods.

“He’s an ARC trooper.” You continue.

“Narrows it down more.” Fives says, leaning his arm on the table so he can lean in closer.

“He’s funny and smart and one of the bravest men I’ve ever met.” You stare up into his eyes, searching for something. “He has the sweetest brown eyes, and a cute little wrinkle between his brows when he frowns.” Your gaze drops to his lips. “He has a goatee, and a tattoo, and quite the unique nickname.”

Fives smirks, slipping his arm across the back of the booth behind you. His fingers trail along the bare skin of your shoulders, just as soft as he imagined. He leans in closer, watching the goosebumps form on your skin as he leans into your ear. You smell good, the best thing he’s ever smelled. His nose presses into your hair, smelling your sweet scent as his lips brush your ear.

“I need to hear you say it.” He whispers, fingers tracing patterns across the back of your neck and shoulders.

You turn your head just slightly, hand dropping to his thigh. “You.” You say it just audible above the thump of the music playing. “It’s you.”

Fives smirks, pulling back a bit as Jesse returns to the table. Despite the goosebumps on your skin, it’s warm to the touch, Fives brushing your cheek gently as he pulls his arm away. He’s pressed right up against you, his hand slipping under the table to rest against your knee.

“Tell me to stop.” He says quietly, Jesse taking his spot next to you once more.

You give him a look that speaks a thousand words, a look he didn’t think you were capable of. He’s glad the table hides everything as his pants suddenly get very tight. You turn your attention to Jesse as he starts speaking to you, Fives getting a refill on his glass and yours as Rex passes around the new pitcher.

His hand slowly begins to slip higher up your leg, fingers tracing the soft skin. Your legs widen just slightly for his hand, speaking volumes as you continue to entertain Jesse’s story.

He bites back a groan as he finds the damp fabric between your legs. It’s a bit much to call them underwear, a lacy little number he wants to slip into a pocket later. He rubs you over your panties, your hips shifting just slightly. You disguise it as you reach for your glass, taking another sip of beer.

He watches the way your hand tightens just slightly around the glass as he pushes the fabric to the side, trailing his fingers along your pussy. He joins in on the conversation as he sinks a finger into your tight heat, your hips shifting just slightly again to give him room.

You’re good at hiding it, moving subtly with the conversation as he and Jesse go back and forth. If Jesse looked down, it wouldn’t be hard to figure out where his hand is, but thankfully he’s just a little too drunk to be aware of his surroundings.

You clench tightly around his finger as the rest of the table joins into the conversation, recounting a story of some mission they’d gone on months ago, before you’d joined them. He can see your skin starting to get dewy with sweat, your breath picking up just slightly. You’re soaking his hand, a second finger slipping in easily.

He watches the column of your throat as you swallow another mouthful of beer, halfway through the glass already. Maker, he wishes he could remove his codpiece, pull you into his lap and make you sit on his cock. What he wouldn’t give to ease you under the table, have those sinful lips wrapped around him. Kriff, he’s one squeeze away from laying you out on the table and fucking you in front of his brothers and the entire bar.

He curls his fingers inside you, your lips parting as you squeeze around him, your legs shaking under the table. You set your glass back on the table just a little too hard, gaining the attention of the others.

“You alright, mesh’la?” Hardcase frowns at you in concern.

You nod, swallowing thickly. “Yeah.” Your voice is breathy, a bead of sweat sliding down the side of your face. “Just starting to feel it a bit.”

“I didn’t peg you as a lightweight.” Tup says, having returned to the table at some point.

You shrug, playing off the way your thighs squeeze around his hand. “Never really been much of a drinker before.”

“Well, we’re just out here corrupting you, aren’t we?” Kix smirks, his voice deep from the alcohol.

You’re close, your thighs squeezing around his hand as you press your hips against him. “That’s one way of putting it.” You laugh breathlessly.

Fives curls his fingers again, your face leaning in close to his ear. You let out a quiet little whimper that nearly has him cumming in his pants. Your breath fans against his skin, his hand slipping from your underwear. Oh how he’d love to taste you on his skin.

“Fresher.” You breathe, already sliding away from him. “Two minutes.”

He watches you slip out of the booth, a smirk tugging at his lips as he watches the others eyes follow your form until you disappear into the crowd.

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yellowocaballero · 7 months

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So fucking glad to see someone talk about SSS Class revival hunter 😭 I lived it so much and I feel like no one ever mentions it against more popular titles like ORV or even The Lout of the counts family, so I'm so glad to come here and see your amazing takes :>

Thank you for the ask which lets me talk about SSSCRH (the version I read was titled 'Suicide Hunter', which tbh I like more - no beating around the bush).

It's hard to draw an accurate comparison since I'm going off just the webtoon for SSSCRH, while I'm going off both the webtoon and the webnovel for ORV. And I love ORV, ORV is my media blorbo right now, it hydraulic presses my brain, I am writing ORV fanfic - it's, like, funner to enjoy. But SSSRH is just better. In the vast majority of ways it is is better. It's better than the holy trinity by a wide margin. TW talk of suicide obviously.

I can't believe I'm saying this but you need a basic understanding of Buddhism in order to understand SSSCRH. It's not about Gongja's suicides - he doesn't suicide from depression or lack of self-esteem. SSSCRH is about suffering in the Buddhist sense - dukkha. I don't want to make this an essay, so I might reblog this with more information, but extremely shortly:

The Four Noble Truths of Buddhism is the truth of suffering, the truth of the cause of suffering, the truth of the end of suffering, and the truth of the path that leads to the end of suffering. You've heard that Buddhists say 'life is suffering'. To put it one way that doesn't require defining a lot of words: the cause of suffering is experiencing the world as we percieve it instead of how it truly is. Suffering isn't just being miserable and in pain, and life isn't suffering because life sucks and global warming exists and people voted for Trump. Life is suffering because we can experience beautiful and joyful moments in this world, but we do not exist in the moment of that happiness or place our ego/'self' between us and that happiness. Living in that moment, accepting the moment as it is unconditionally, is freedom from suffering. The Buddha tries to free people from suffering through teaching Buddhism.

"What does this have to do with the webnovel and manwha about a guy murdering himself thousands of times" it has everything to do with it. Because SSSCRH is about suffering, and it is about using suffering as a tool in order to experience a world unfiltered by ego and break down the artificial boundaries between human beings. Suffering in SSSCRH is not a bad thing. Gongja has the unique capability to (reincarnate.) experience a person's suffering in unity with them, which dissolves the delusion of separation between people and puts us in touch with the reality of oneness.

The Murim arc was fucking insane because Gongja pulls a Big Bodhisattva Move and walks through the suffering of the world in order to achieve full understanding of the human experience. He takes all of the suffering of the world into himself and is liberated. You can tell it's Buddhist because death was not presented as a bad thing - death was an aspect of a happy ending for the Heavenly Demon lady, because she was finishing her life according to her own joy, and because her teachings were passed on she did not truly die.

But the purpose of embracing suffering is to discover the ability to fully embrace life, and that's where Heavenly Demon's teachings were incomplete - as the ghost dude said, Gongja hasn't even experienced his own full life and the infinite capability for his own happiness. You can only feel the depths of sadness when you've felt the depths of happiness. Sadness deserves its place in the world and it can strengthen you, but so does happiness.

Gongja is attention-seeking, envious, and unbelievably petty. When he drills down into his own desires and why he wants the things he wants, you see that he has a very strong sense of justice and right and wrong - he realizes he doesn't want to be famous, he wants to be acknowledged, but on an even deeper level he is desperate for love and to be loved. Everything he does is to experience love, and as such he learns to love others. His love for the Flamey Asshole was purely parasocial and ego-filled, with no concern for who he was as a human. Throughout the manwha, he grows to care for people as they truly are and pierce through any delusions or misleading outward appearances. He has released all attachment to life and death, and as such does not fear death, and as such has taken a step on the road towards becoming a Boddhisatva who frees others from the cycle of samsara, and as a result has learned sick sword techniques and is sooo good at beating people up.

I think the only other thing I want to mention here because otherwise this is an essay: in almost every time loop/regression story, only the final regression matters. In stories with dungeon monsters and NPCs, only the humans matter. The regressor exists in a space where there are no consequences for their actions, so they act terribly and do whatever because none of it matters. In Groundhog Day Bill Murray acts like an asshole because he can. That's not the case here. Everything Gongja does matters. The NPCs are fake, but Gongja never treats them as anything less than real people who deserve life. Once he understands a person's life he never treats them as unimportant. No loop is thrown away and no person or life is disregarded. His choices matter, the way he treats others matters, and Gongja never treats anybody as if they don't matter except for himself.

That was not short. There is a lot more. The female characters are so good and so rich. From a craft perspective it is excellently paced and has a wonderful sense of set-up/payoff and balances tone and maintains a lot of momentum, which is really hard in a time loop story. You have to do a few very specific things to write OP characters well and SSSCRH does it very well. There's more to say from a craft perspective and it's hard to judge accurately from a webtoon but it's good. I was so strangely struck the entire time about how sincere and genuine it was, how it said what it said with no trace of irony of confusion, and I think that's what stuck with me the most.

TL;DR: SSS Class Revival Hunter is good for a lot of very normal reasons, such as excellent pacing and set-up/pay off and characters, but it's also so sincerely and genuinely Buddhist that it blew my tits clean off.

#sss class revival hunter #kim gongja #ssscrh #I s2g I rewrite these like three times to be as short as possible #I just knew I had to define some terms because if I say 'it's about suffering' and leave it at that #people aren't going to fully get it #its not intuitive from a western perspective #It's really hard to get the full meaning of SSSCRH if you have no familiarity with Buddhism #bc suffering (and delusion and nothingness and oneness) mean diff things in buddhism than in english #theres other buddhist stuff like responsibility to the whole and the community but this was long enough already #the few ppl talking about it have good takes but I think ppl miss how #kgj isnt depressed and he doesnt kill himself from self-sacrifice #he's not kdj or cale #he only truly commits suicide (throws his life away) once which was from part percieved worthlessness of his own life #and big part EXTREME FUCKING PETTINESS NEXT LVL PETTINESS INSANE PETTINESS #every other time he kills himself is from his EXTREME goal oriented behavior #as usual there seems to be a dialogue with the rest of its genre #specifically the extreme egocentrism and selfishness of its genre and other OP protags #(which cale has a hilarious relationship w/)#(ur doing amazing honey i know this upsets you)#my asks #and theres also a conversation with buddhism itself anyway #i love orv but this is so much better on so many levels and its being slept on smh #nobody is going to read this its way too long but you know. its not ABOUT you.

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starrylothcat · 4 months

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Hey Starry! Wasn't sure if those prompts you shared were an invitation for requests, but I thought I'd shoot my shot.

❛ i love that no one else has seen you like this, that no one else has felt you before, been inside you. they don't get to have you, but i do. ❜

With either Fives, Jesse, or Kix? Or someone else if you're not feeling them. And a f!reader if that's okay. I'm a sucker for first-time sex.

Feel free to ignore!

First Time

Pairing: Jesse x Fem!Reader

Summary: You and Jesse having been dating for awhile and you decide to go all the way with him.

Warnings: Smut, NSFW. 18+. PiV sex, virgin reader’s first time, some cuteness and fluffy ending. A hint of possessive Jesse.

WC: ~2300

A/N: Sorry this took so long, anon! The holiday season has been a whirlwind for me and I’m finally at a place where I have time to write! I’m also a sucker for first-time sex, I hope this is what you had in mind. Enjoy some Juicy Jesse! This is also my first time writing him so I hope I did him some justice 😊

When Jesse escorted you back to your apartment after your dinner date, you knew you wouldn’t be watching a Holomovie like you suggested.

You and the ARC trooper have been dating for a bit now, taking it slow and getting to know one another.

You’ve had short-term relationships in the past, but they never seemed to work out. You were getting ready to give up and knew trying to find a partner during a war no less was a silly dream.

When Jesse waltzed into your life, though, his boyish charm and resolute dedication to his brothers won you over quickly. You never expected to date a soldier, but when Jesse asked you out for a caf, the rest was history.

Everything was so easy with Jesse, and you didn’t want to rush it or mess it up. And he didn’t either.

As your relationship progressed and became more serious and physical, you told him you were technically a virgin, not yet going all the way with a partner.

Jesse just smiled and kissed you, saying you could go as slow as you needed. He would never pressure you into something you weren’t ready for.

You had barely started the Holomovie when Jesse’s lips were on yours, fervent and passionate, taking the breath out of one another’s lungs with each pass of your lips and caress of one another’s bodies.

You were soon on your bed, stripped of both your clothes, kissing and exploring, mumbling praise and pleasured sighs, basking in one another’s arousal.

Jesse had just finished satisfying you with his mouth and fingers, something he took great pride in and would happily do all night if you let him.

Jesse smiled into your neck pressing his rigid length into your thigh, waiting for you to catch your breath after your orgasm.

This is when you’d return the favor, taking him in your mouth or hand, fulfilling him just as much as he pleasured you.

You had other plans, though. You wanted him inside you. You were ready for the next step.

“Jesse…I want you. I want all of you.” You whispered, lightly tracing his facial tattoo as he locked eyes with yours.

“Are you sure?” He asked, studying your face, making sure he was understanding what you were asking.

“I am sure, Jesse.” You smiled, still gently tracing his face. “We’ve been together for a while now and…I want my first time to be with you. I’m ready if you are.”

“Yes, Maker, yes I am.”

Jesse closed his eyes, kissing you deeply, his heart fluttering at the thought, both from his nerves and the trust you were bestowing upon him.

When he pulled away for a breath, he also pulled himself away from you.

“Let me know if you want to stop at any time.”

You nodded. “I will. Don’t worry Jesse.”

“I can sit against the headboard, so you can be in control.” Jesse nipped at your neck, the realization of him burying himself inside your soft, beautiful pussy exciting him beyond measure.

You agreed, adjusting yourself so you sat on his lap, his back against the headboard on your bed.

You slowly rubbed your slick pussy on his thick cock, still sensitive from your previous orgasm. You both moaned, and Jesse took hold of your plush hips.

You could feel how hot and ready Jesse’s cock was for you, precum dribbling from his swollen tip.

You needed him inside you.

You grasped his bulky shoulders as you lined yourself up, pressing his tip to your entrance.

You sunk on him, slowly. Your breath hitched as he entered you, immediately feeling the intrusion. Jesse let out a low moan as your velvety walls enveloped him.

“That’s right, baby. Take your time.” Jesse rubbed your back as you sank lower, adjusting to his size. You were used to his fingers, but they were still nowhere near the length or girth of his cock.

“Jesse,” you quietly gasped, stopping momentarily, almost bottoming out.

“If it’s too much, we can stop-“ Jesse looked worried, bringing his hands to cup your face.

“N-no.” You smiled, kissing him gently on the lips. “I want to keep going.”

He nodded, letting out a low moan as you fully took him, a sound that sent a jolt of desire straight to your core.

“Kriff, baby, you feel amazing.” His pupils were blown, his hands now tenderly cupping your breasts, squeezing and kneading as he let you take the lead.

You gripped his shoulders, moving your hips a little, still adjusting to him inside you. You weren’t entirely sure what to expect, but it was better than any fantasy. You felt so full, so close to him. Connected not just physically, but emotionally as well.

“You feel amazing, too.”

Pleasure was beginning to override the discomfort of his girth inside you, allowing your body to relax and focusing your mind on how amazing you felt.

You honed in on how good his fingers were as they played with your breasts and his shallow breathing through his nose as you tightened around him.

You gave him a coy smile, moving slightly.

“Ah, Jesse, you’re so good inside me.”

Jesse groaned in approval, latching his lips to your nipple, sucking and nibbling as you began to slowly ride him.

“So wet…so warm…” He moaned into the flesh of your breasts as he reveled in everything that were you. “Wanna stay like this forever…” Jesse locked eyes with you. “You feel incredible around me.

Every delicious sound that left your lips as you rolled your hips on him stoked the fire that was burning in his body. You felt like heaven.

“So perfect.” Jesse let out a ragged breath. “You're taking me so well, mesh’la.”

Jesse buried his face in your neck, wrapping his arms around you, inhaling your scent and gently bucking his hips up into you.

You moaned, riding him faster, focusing on how his thick cock felt sliding in and out of you.

Pleasure was now mounting, electric zaps of bliss up your spine every time you sunk on his cock, taking him deeper each time.

Jesse was now moving too, matching your pace and carefully thrusting up into you.

“Tell me if it becomes too much, okay?” Jesse increased his thrusts, sinful sounds leaving his lips as you involuntarily clenched around him.

“It’s good, you’re good, so good Jesse…” Your thighs were beginning to burn, his cock now nudging something deep inside you that made your eyelids flutter.

You knew you wouldn’t be able to keep up this position for long, though, the strain in your thighs from straddling his thick ones beginning to distract you from pleasure.

“Jesse…can we change positions?” You slowed down, easing the tension in your legs.

“Anything for you, mesh’la.” Jesse nodded as you climbed off him, laying on your back. “As long as I get to be back inside you.”

He hovered over you, resting his weight on his forearms around your head.

“Ready?” He kissed your jaw, waiting for your okay to enter you, sliding his cock through your folds.

You nodded, whispering a hoarse “Yes,” desire flooding your senses wholly.

Jesse carefully pressed back into you, both of you sighing at the sensation.

He didn’t move at first, still looking down at you.

“What?” You asked, bashful under his worshipful gaze.

“You’re so beautiful like this,” Jesse murmured, kissing your neck, sucking gently at the spot he knew drove you wild. “So, so beautiful. Your sounds, your body, your everything…”

You mewled at his praise, feeling him twitch inside you as you clenched around him, earning a deep rumble from him, as well as a breathless chuckle.

“Kriff, baby if you keep that up I’m not gonna last…barely holding on as it is.”

Jesse pressed hot kisses from your throat to your jawline, then finally to your lips which he captured in a heated kiss. Your tongues danced as his hips began to move, slowly and with purpose.

You arched yourself up into him, your soft whimpers becoming louder and more desperate moans of his name.

Jesse couldn’t get enough of how your body was reacting to him, how your nails were digging into his shoulder blades, your ankles locked around his waist as you both ascended higher in your shared ecstasy.

Your bodies were perfectly entwined, and Jesse felt something bubble inside him, a possessiveness he hadn’t felt before. As he witnessed your pleasured expressions, feeling the most intimate parts of you that no one had ever felt before, he could barely hold on to his control any longer.

Jesse gripped your hips, pressing his mouth to yours in a passionate, frenzied kiss.

He moaned your name, resting his muscular forearms around your head, his cock hitting deeper than his fingers and tongue have ever been able to go.

“I love that no one else has seen you like this…” Jesse panted against your lips, beginning to move faster, sliding almost out of you, before thrusting in until his hips met yours. “…that no one else has felt you before, been inside you.”

“Ah - Jesse, I’m yours, I’m all yours…!” Your mind was fuzzy with pleasure, his sexy words bringing you closer and closer to the edge.

His voice was deep, desperate, cut with moans as he quickened the snap of his hips into you.

“They don't get to have you, but I do.”

Jesse’s words shot white-hot liquid desire through your veins, his pelvis providing just enough friction to bring you close to your release, but you needed more.

“I need you, please, Jesse I want to come!”

Jesse knew what you were asking for, and didn’t hesitate to place a practiced finger on your swollen and sensitive clit. He rubbed tight circles just the way you liked it, stars appearing in your vision.

“Come for me, baby. Need you.” His voice was husky and deep, laced with desperation as he brought you mind-numbing pleasure.

Your body shuddered beneath him, the coil in your belly winding tighter and tighter, the lewd sounds of where you were connected filling the room pairing with the even more lewd sounds leaving your lips.

“Jesse, I’m gonna, I’m so close…I want to come for you…I…” You gasped out as Jesse laced his free hand with yours above your head. You couldn’t believe how good he felt, how good he made you feel.

You know he had a few short flings in the past like you did, but this was different. It was different for both of you. Jesse had never felt so close, so in tune with a partner before, and you hadn’t either. The realization was almost overwhelming for both of you.

“Come for me, baby, that’s it, just like that.” Jesse’s voice brought you back to reality for a short second, and with a final circle of his finger, your orgasm crashed over your body.

Waves of intense pleasure spread from your spine to the tips of your toes and fingers, accentuated by his cock driving into you again and again.

You weren’t sure how many times you cried out his name as you rode your high, never feeling so connected and cared for as Jesse pressed his lips to yours again, swallowing your broken cries.

“Wh-where?” Jesse could barely speak, his peak nearing dangerously close as your eyelids fluttered open to meet his, bringing his hand from your clit to entwine with your other.

You looked like an angel, flushed and blissed out, your eyes holding nothing but adoration for him.

“Inside, Jesse, please come inside me.”

With a final snap of his hips, he stilled and gave you everything he had, not able to hold back upon hearing those words breathlessly whispered from your swollen lips.

You felt Jesse pulse and fill you with his warm release, his muscles shaking against your body as he hoarsely moaned your name into the side of your neck.

You whispered his name, tracing his back as he relaxed on top of you, his hips slowing as his cock softened, but not quite yet ready to leave you.

You lay there, holding one another. Jesse lifted his head to look at you, smiling. He carefully pulled out, loving your quiet whimper at the loss of him.

Jesse flopped to your side, pulling you into his chest.

“Was that okay?” He sounded nervous, unsure. “I didn’t hurt you or anything?”

“Jesse, it was amazing.” You pecked his lips, nestling your head on his chest. He let out a breath, nuzzling closer to you.

“It really was.”

Jesse kissed the top of your head.

Jesse sat up, lifting himself off the bed. You watched as his tanned, thick body disappeared into your refresher. He emerged a few moments later with a warm, damp towel and you could hear the sound of your bath running.

Jesse carefully cleaned you up before cuddling back with you on the bed.

“You’re incredible, you know that?” He mumbled, absentmindedly drawing circles on your arm with his hand.

“I know.” You smiled, his laugh at your response reverberating in his chest.

“You mean the world to me, mesh’la. I’m glad we could share this together. Thank you for trusting me.”

“It’s more than trust, Jess. You mean the world to me, too, and that’s why I wanted to take the next step in our relationship with you. At least that’s how I see it.” You blushed, hoping you weren’t moving too quickly for him.

Jesse wrapped his arms around you, holding you close. “That’s how I see it, too.” His voice was quiet, but absolutely sincere. “I’ve never felt this way toward anyone before.”

You touched your lips to his in a gentle kiss.

“That makes two of us.”

Jesse grinned, his forehead touching yours.

You sat there for a moment as the bath warmed up, basking in new feelings that you knew would only grow from here.

The TL: @crosshairlovebot @sev-on-kamino @kimiheartblade @wizardofrozz @clonemedickix @sunshinesdaydream @kashasenpai @freesia-writes @multi-fan-dom-madness @aconstructofamind @dreamie411 @dystopicjumpsuit @wings-and-beskar @starqueensthings @idontgetanysleep @secretthegriffin @anxiouspineapple99 @sinfulsalutations @secondaryrealm @littlemissmanga @maybethatfanfictionwriter @pb-jellybeans @wanderer-six @king-chaos-world @wolffegirlsunite @dukeoftheblackstar @523rdrebel @lune-de-miel-au-paradis @sleepingsun501 @coraex @cw80831 @dangraccoon @mythical-illustrator @eternal-transcience @the-cantina @nahoney22 @moonlightwarriorqueen @skellymom @reader6898

Dividers by the ever amazing and lovely @dystopicjumpsuit

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midnightwriter21 · 10 months

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THE PAST, THE PRESENT, & THE AFTERMATH~ Muichiro x Reader Series

The Past Pt 1~

characters: Muichiro x Reader, Yuichiro, Lady Amane

warnings: possible swordsmith arc spoilers!

AN: I am planning on writing this as a series! Might be a slow burn hehe im not sure how many parts there will be yet. That being said, I have a million things going on in my life rn so the next part may not be out for a while! Please bear w me & enjoy the story <3

word count: 782

As a child, you were best friends with a pair of twins who lived in a house far off in the woods at the base of a mountain, not far from your own home village. Their names were Yuichiro and Muichiro Tokito. The oldest brother, Yuichiro, was strict, cold, and avoided physical touch but had his own way of caring for his loved ones through protective gestures and truthful advice. The youngest, Muichiro, was the polar opposite of his brother. He was kind and soft spoken, loved physical touch, had a comforting aura and always knew how to calm your fears and make you laugh.

One hot summer day, you begin your daily walk from your village to the twin’s home. Upon your arrival, you’re greeted by the sight of a beautiful white haired woman speaking with Muichiro.

You approach the pair swinging an arm around Muichiro, “Hey Mui! Who’s this?”

He laughs at your friendly nature before wrapping an arm around your waist to steady you, “(name), this is Lady Amane. She says she’s from the demon slayer corps.”

Looking at the woman curiously you ask, “What’s the demon slayer corps?”

She smiles at you softly before speaking, “I’d like to speak to all three of you about this if I may,” she looks to Muichiro, “Where is your brother?”

“He’s inside.” Mui replies simply.

He grabs your hand, the touch causing your heart rate to speed up slightly, before he turns and leads both you and Lady Amane into the house. Once inside, you, Muichiro, and Yuichiro, gather around to hear what the woman has to say. She explains to the three of you that demons exist, the demon slayer corps was founded to stop the demons from claiming human lives, and that the twins are descendants of a very famous and very powerful swordsman.

Finding the story very interesting, you lean closer to the woman almost falling out of your seat due to your curiosity. Muichiro, with his quick reflexes grabs you before you can fall and pulls you to sit next to him where he can keep ahold of your hand. You immediately feel your face begin to heat up, whether its out of embarrassment from almost falling or from Muichiro’s grip on your hand you don’t know.

Soon enough, Lady Amane finishes her explanation by inviting the three of you to join the demon slayer corps. At this, Yuichiro erupts.

“There’s no way in hell! Get out! Leave!” He rushes her out of the door.

As she leaves Muichiro begins to try to convince Yuichiro, “Didn’t you hear her? We’re the descendants of a powerful swordsman! We could help people!”

“Oh we could? Three kids,” He looks pointedly at Muichiro, “One that can’t even cook his own meals,” then he looks at you, “and one that’s so clumsy she can’t even sit down without falling over. Not happening.”

Yuichiro goes on to mention the deaths of their parents, further pressing his point in not taking it upon yourselves to help others. And just like that the conversation is over. Muichiro slams the door open and walks out angrily and on the verge of tears. Sparing a wary glance at Yuichiro, you follow after Mui.

Muichiro is, as expected, upset after his brothers outburst, “I don’t understand him, (name). He… he’s so mean! Nothing that I ever do is right in his eyes, he says I’m weak... I mean.. we can help people.. SAVE people.."

His back is turned to you but you can see the soft shaking of his shoulders as his emotions take over and he dissolves into tears.

“Oh Mui…” you breathe walking up and hugging him from behind, “Yuichiro… is difficult. He is harsh and he says things without thinking about how it will affect you. But he’s trying to protect us. Being a demon slayer sounds dangerous y’know…”

He turns in your hold, embracing you, pulling you into his chest and setting his chin on top of your head, “I know. But it doesn’t make it hurt any less…” he trails off.

You pull your head back enough to look up at him, your (eye color) eyes staring into his soft mint green orbs, “He loves you, Mui. He’s just not the best at showing it.”

He sighs, choosing to accept your words as he nods, “Yeah…” then he smiles at you, “You wanna stay here tonight? I don’t think me and Yui are going to be talking to each other for a while, and besides, it’s getting late and you shouldn’t walk back home by yourself when it gets dark.”

You giggle softly, “I’ll always stay with you, Mui.”

And the two of you walk back inside the house to get ready for bed, unknowing of the horror to befall the three of you later that night.

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marvelita85 · 1 year

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You frown, you didnt want to wake up, refusing to let your eyes open, you let the bed and covers around you and let yourself be calm and sleep take you again, you noticed light in the room so it was suposed to be morning still.. very early because you didnt heard any servant entered yet

- I know you are awake ābrazȳrys... - your lips transform in a smile giving a deep breath opening your eyes finding your new husband looking at you

- is to early...- you close your eyes again but your body moved closer to his, Aemond smile feeling your fingers carresing his naked form under the covers, looking for more warmth, Aemond allow himself to relax for a minute enjoying his new wife embeace, his right arm going around you carresing your back finding your butt cheek giving it a squeze making you laugh

Last night was your wedding finally and you were waking up after a night of passion and love and learning that you could feel pleasure too that you were allow to give your husband everything that he gave you back, Aemond didnt want you to be a submisive wife, he wanted an equal thats why he has chosen you as a wife

Your leg arc around one of his and Aemond push his hand pressing it more into your skin, his lips looked for yours in a kiss deepening it, pushing your legs apart with his, turning his body on top of yours, you sigh as his fingers touch you so intimatly and getting used to his hands and his lips on you

- am I making you unconfortable?

- no... I like your hands touching me - you carresed his cheek, his scar and kiss it, he close his eyes merging into you, both your bodies respond to the other your noises intensifing, Aemond frozed inside you as he heard the door of his room opened and turn his face to the terrified servants frozen on the door

- get out - they did closing the door as fast as they opened it, you stated gigling and he looked down at you...

- valzȳrys you have a job to finish...- you caress his chest and abs lingeting your hand there, Aemond just look at you fasting the pace inside you making you arc your body allowing him to see all of you crumbling down to his mercy moaning his name his own noices pressing against your neck but enough to make the servants on the other side of the door remind them never again entered the room of 2 newly weds and most certanly when the match was a love one like you and Aemond were

#aemond targaryen fanfiction #aemond one eye #aemond targaryen #aemond targaryen x reader #aemond targaryen x you #aemond x oc #prince aemond targaryen #aemond x reader #house of the dragon aemond #prince aemond #hotd aemond #house of the dragon fanfic

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vodika-vibes · 7 months

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The Mermaid and her ARC

Summary: Five years after your father mysteriously vanishes, you decide it's time that someone goes looking for him. And you get help from a handsome ARC Knight.

Pairing: Knight!Fives x Mermaid!Reader

Word Count: 6044

Warnings: Mentions of Torture

A/N: So far, this is the longest fic of this particular AU, but it's valid because it's Fives, lol.

Tagging: @the-bad-batch-baroness

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“Stay away from the Land Dwellers, they’re dangerous and will only hurt you.” Your mother speaks these words daily, sometimes multiple times a day, and it’s getting harder and harder to listen to her.

And your mother knows this. She sees the way your gaze wanders to the glimmer of sunlight, barely seen at the depths at which you live. She watches as you collect trinkets that fall into the water, and turn them over in your hands as you work out what it’s for.

And you know your mother fears for you. For your safety. She fears that one day, like your father, you’ll go to the surface and never return. So she holds you close, restricting your movements, and ensuring that you always have guards around who will stop you if you wander too far from your mother’s embrace.

You are a princess for a kingdom that spans leagues, and you’ll never see it all because your mother confines you to her palace and her gardens. She shoves you in lessons from the time you wake until the time you fall asleep, and while you know that this is her way to protect you…you are growing to resent her.

You swim through brightly lit halls, effortlessly skirting around wizards and warriors alike as you approach your mother in the throne room. Your mother favors you with a warm smile, and you settle several feet away from her, watching as she finishes conducting her business.

Your mother is…resplendent. With a golden tail and nearly translucent golden fins, she’s easily recognizable as the Queen of your people. And if the golden fins weren’t enough to prove her identity, she’s also clad in the finest, and most delicate, jewelry that your craftsmen can make.

And while you look a little like your mother, with a similar build and hair color, you look much more like your father’s more northern appearance, with your tail looking more dolphin-like than your mother’s koi fish.

Often you feel out of place among the more delicate mer-people of the south, though it’s been many years since anyone has made a comment to you about how different you look.

Not to mention you’re always cold, no matter what temperature the water is around you, so you have to wear jackets and tunics just to stay warm.

You smile when your mother swims over to you and engulfs you in a tight hug, “Oh, I am so pleased to see you,” She croons, even her voice sounds like delicate bells. “You don’t often have interest in affairs of court, my dear.”

“I still don’t have any interest in the affairs of court, mother.” You reply as you allow her to guide you out of the throne room and down the long hall that leads to her quarters.

“Oh?” Your mother shoots you a curious look, “Is something wrong?”

You’re quiet for a moment, “I was just thinking,” You say as you slow to a stop in front of the portrait of your father, and you reach up and touch the painting, “I miss him, mother.” You admit as you drop your hand.

“Oh, my soul.” Your mother presses a kiss to the top of your head, “I miss him too.”

Your father had been a handsome man, tall and broad, with a booming laugh that could be heard all across the castle. He loved fiercely and loudly, and you never felt too big when he was around simply because he was always larger than life.

“You don’t act like it,” You say quietly.

Your mother stills and she scowls at you, “Just because I don’t allow my grief to control me, daughter, does not mean that I do not miss him. He was my husband.”

“You speak of him as though he’s dead, mother! You have since the day he vanished!” You twist out of your mother’s embrace, “I just…can you not send someone to the surface to look for him? He might yet live!”

“No. Absolutely not!”

“Mother-”

“I said no!” Your mother takes a deep breath to try and get a handle on her anger, “I said no,” She repeats, her voice calmer, “This is not up for discussion. Is there anything else you need?”

You press your lips into a thin line and flicker your gaze up at the picture of your face. He beams down at you, pride and love shining through, even though it’s nothing more than a painting.

“No, mother.” You offer her a stiff bow, “I’m sorry for bothering you.” You flip in the opposite direction and swim away. You slip through the crowd of people who congregate in the throne room, somehow invisible to them in spite of your title, and you swim out a window and down to the garden.

Your best friends, your cousins, perk up as you swim over to them. “Well?” Your youngest cousin asks, his eyes wide as he swims over to you, “What did your mother say?” He asks.

“Mother has no intention of looking for father.” You reply bitterly.

“But…that’s not fair!” His older sister said as her fin flicks with anger, “You are meant to just live without your father?”

“So it would seem,” You coil your tail under yourself, and you smile when your younger cousin attaches himself to your side and lays his head on your shoulder.

These cousins are from your father’s side of the family, and so, like you, they aren’t delicate at all. They’re visiting you while your mother and their father negotiate some trade.

“You could go on your own,” Diona, your older cousin says thoughtfully as she pins you with a furious stare, “You know how to take a human form, right?” She demands.

“Of course,” You reply with a frown, “Father taught me when I was a child. He used to bring me to the surface, until mother found out. And she put a stop to it.”

“How are you meant to learn about your neighbors if your mother forces you to isolate!?” Strom demands from where his head is laid on your shoulder.

“Mother has no intention of negotiating with Surface Dwellers,” You say gently, “And she thinks your father is foolish for doing so.”

Diona folds her arms and sniffs, “Maybe that’s why Uncle hasn’t returned. Your mother is awful.”

“She’s still my mother, Diona.” You warn as you bare your razor sharp teeth at your cousin.

“Please don’t fight,” Strom interjects, as he swims between the pair of you, “Diona, we’re meant to help her, remember?”

“Yeah, yeah.” Diona unfolds her arms, “Look, just…tonight, sneak out of your room and go to the surface. Once you’re on land no one will come after you.”

“You may have a point…” You mumble thoughtfully. You run the plan, if you can even call it that, over in your mind. It will work, assuming you’re able to get to the surface. “Okay, I’ll do it.” You finally say and your cousins flash nearly identical grins.

“I’m going to go now, and toss some human clothes for you to wear,” Diona says cheerfully, “Don’t tell anyone where I am.”

She’s gone for less than an hour, and only moments after she returns, the three of you are collected for a political dinner with your respective parents. It’s a painful meal, with your mother chiding you for eating the food set aside for your cousins and aunt and uncle, rather than the food that the chef made for them.

Which, naturally, starts a fight between your aunt, who accuses your mother of trying to starve you, and your mother, who snaps that eating meat all of the time isn’t healthy for a young mermaid.

Luckily, you’re able to steal some of the fresh fish that your cousins were allowed to eat, before you escaped from the growing fight at the table.

“Your mother really makes you eat plants and calls it fake meat?” Strom asks as he swims next to you.

“She says that my carnivorous tendencies are unhealthy,” You reply with a sigh.

“No wonder you’re cold all of the time, and no wonder you’re so much smaller than me,” Diona says from the other side of Strom, “You’re starving all of the time.” She shakes her head.

“Good night, Diona. Good night, Strom.” You say, rather than replying to your cousin’s comment. There’s nothing to say, she’s right. They both wave at you as they veer off to their quarters, and you continue up towards the tower you claimed as yours when your father disappeared.

“Heading to bed, Princess?” One of the guards asks cheerfully from his position near your bedroom door, there to keep you from wandering, rather than to keep anyone from getting into your room.

“That’s the plan,” You reply as you swim past him, “Good night, Indra.”

“Sleep well, Princess.” Is the immediate reply as the door clicks shut behind you.

Your bedroom is small, considering the fact that you’re a princess and you should have a much larger bedroom. But this tower used to be your father’s workroom, the place where he crafted spells and sigils. It helps you feel close to him.

And, after five years, you know your father’s tower better than anyone in the palace. Which means that no one other than you knows about the secret tunnel that leads outside the palace walls.

You swim around your room, gather the things that you’re going to need. A bag of credits goes in your bag, as well as several pieces of jewelry that you can sell if you need to, and finally a picture of your father and you in your human forms.

You look around the room one more time, exhale slowly, and then pull the tome that opens the secret passage under the tower. You swim in and make sure that the passage closes behind you, and then you follow the long, winding, path beneath the palace.

And then you slip out from behind the large boulder that hides the entrance to your father’s tower. You take stock of where you are, and you make sure there’s no one around, and then, with a powerful kick of your tail, you ascend.

You follow the path your cousin set, and before you know it you’re working the magic to shift into your human form, and you carefully walk from the water to a small shack.

Inside is a simple outfit, a long sleeved tunic and matching trousers, as well as a pair of simple slip on shoes. There’s also a fluffy towel, which you immediately drape over your head to try and dry your hair, and a ribbon to tie your hair back.

“What the actual fuck,” You turn to the left, and your head cocks to the side when you see a man standing there. “You…you just…came out of the ocean…?” He points at the water, “What the fuck?”

You blink at him, slightly bemused. He’s tall, with dark curly hair, and he’s staring at you wide eyed. You notice that his hand is twitching towards a blade on his hip, though he doesn’t grab it.

And then, as if suddenly realizing that he’s staring at a naked woman, he blushes bright red and spines around, clapping his hand over his eyes, “Sorry, sorry! I’ll let you dress.”

You release an amused noise, and turn to start pulling on the clothes. It doesn’t take you long, it has only been five years since the last time you wore human clothes, you don’t quite pull the shoes on yet though. You know from experience that walking will be hard for a bit. “I’m dressed now,” You call over to the strange man.

He turns back around and he approaches you as you start pulling your hair into a tail. He walks over to you, and then drops onto the sand next to you, and you notice that he has a five tattooed on his forehead. “You’re a mermaid,” He breathes out, sounding awed.

You turn on the sand and regard him thoughtfully for a moment, and then you smile, “I am.”

“I had no idea that mermaids lived so close…” He pauses, “Oh, uh…I’m Fives.”

You smile brightly at him, and introduce yourself, offering him your hand. He’s so distracted from staring at you, his lips slightly parted, that he doesn’t notice your hand right away. But when he does he blushes red and quickly shakes your hand.

“Um, so…what brings you here?” Fives asks, once he finally manages to stop staring at you.

“My father went missing five years ago, and I’m looking for him.” You explain, “We looked everywhere in the kingdom, so the only logical solution is that he’s somewhere up here.”

You dig around your bag and pass the photo to him, “This was taken shortly before he vanished. Father used to bring me up here to just have fun.”

Fives takes the picture and looks it over, “Aww, cute.” He breathes out, his gaze lingering on the teenage version of you for a moment, before his gaze drifts over to the man in the picture, “Hm…you know, he kind of looks familiar.”

You perk up, “He does?”

“Yes, but I…hm…” He taps the picture a few times, “Ugh, I can’t remember.” He hands the picture back to you, “So, mesh’la, where do you intend to stay while you’re playing human?”

“Oh,” You don’t recognize the strange word, but it doesn’t feel like an insult, so you don’t press him, “I was going to sleep on the beach, and then find somewhere better to sleep tomorrow.”

“That’s…no.” Fives pinches the bridge of his nose, “You are a young woman, you cannot sleep on the beach.”

“Why not?”

“It’s not safe!” He sighs and stands, and then offers you his hand, “Come on, you can crash at the ARC barracks. My brothers won’t bother you, and we’ll help you find your father.”

You take his hand and allow him to drag you to your feet. You sway unsteadily for a moment, and Fives lightly grips your shoulders until your legs are a little steadier. Once you’re sure you’re not going to fall, you pull the shoes on and grab your bag, and grin up at Fives, “Alright, lead the way!”

You’re still a little unsteady as he leads you away from the ocean, but the longer you walk, the steadier you become, until you’re able to jog to keep up with Fives longer strides.

“So, what’s an ARC?” You ask as you cheerfully spin on your toes and move so you’re walking backwards in front of him.

“You’re going to fall, mesh’la,” Fives warns, though there’s a wide grin on his face as he watches you essentially dance next to him, “And an ARC is a type of Knight. We’re the best of the best.” There’s a hint of pride in his voice, “Do you have anything like that where you come from?”

You spin again, a delighted giggle slipping from you, you just can’t do this kind of stuff underwater, “Oh yeah. Mother’s Royal Guard.” You roll your eyes expressively, “More like mother’s royal babysitters, but-” You clasp your hands under your chin, “I still managed to sneak out.”

“Sneak out?”

“Mother doesn’t want to look for father. And she believes that all land dwellers are evil,” You grin at him, “I don’t agree, obviously. But my mother also seems to think that I’m not very clever, on account of being big.”

Fives stares at you, more specifically the top of your head that just reaches his shoulder, “I hate to break it to you, mesh’la, but you’re not big at all. You’re actually kind of…average, height wise.”

“Really? That’s sweet of you to say!” You chirp as you finally stop spinning and fall into step next to him.

“It’s the truth,” He replies with a shrug, “Turn here,” Fives presses his hand between your shoulder blades as he escorts you towards the palace. No one stops the pair of you as he guides you to a door. He enters a code, and guides you down a hall and then pushes open a door.

“Here we are. I share this room with my twin brother, Echo.” He nods to the identical man sitting on a bed, looking between you and Fives and then back again, “My bed is closest to the door, and you can use that one near the window.”

“Uh…Fives?” Echo asks, “What’s going on?”

“She needs our help, Echo.” Fives explains, he digs through his closet and tosses a tunic at you, “here, this is long on me, so you can use it as a sleep shirt.”

You look at the shirt, and then at Fives, and you shrug. You immediately grab the hem of your shirt to pull it over your head, only to have both Fives and Echo lunge across the bed to grab the hem of your shirt, holding it down.

“You can’t just strip in front of us,” Fives said hurriedly, “It’s not proper.”

You sigh and shake your head, “Humans.” You mutter, “If I turn around will it be okay?”

“Uh…yes?” Echo asks, as both he and Fives release you. “Fives,” He hisses, “Why did she say humans like that?”

“She’s a mermaid.” Fives says as if it’s the most obvious thing in the world, he very pointedly looks in another direction as you slip into the overly large tunic he gave you, and he only looks back when he hears you settle on the bed with a happy noise.

“So…” Echo says, slightly awkwardly, “Why is a mermaid in our barracks?”

“My father is missing,” You explain patiently, “Fives said he’ll help.”

Echo stares, hard, at Fives, who just shrugs, “It’s something we’ll start tomorrow, vod.” Five says, “Get some rest, mesh’la.”

You lay down on the impossibly soft bed, and you cheerfully tug the blanket up over your nose. And you fall asleep to the sound of a whispered argument between Fives and Echo.

********

Five days later, you’re no closer to finding your father than you were when you first arrived. Though now instead of it just being you, Fives, and Echo looking for your father, the entirity of ARC is helping you look.

And you also have your own room, now. So you no longer have to share.

“Where are we going, Fives?” You ask as you walk down the street next to him.

“I heard a rumor about a blacksmith who saw someone matching your father’s description.” Fives replies as he gently tugs you out of the way of a cart.

“Recently?” You ask hopefully.

He grimaces, “Sorry. But with any luck the blacksmith will be able to point us into the right direction.” Fives leads you to a massive open air shop, where a woman is hammering out a piece of metal. “Don’t touch anything, mesh’la.”

You nod at him, and follow him into the shop. The woman ignores them for a bit, and then she dips the metal into water, and pulls off her face mask, “ARC Fives, need another new sword?”

“No, ma’am.” He replies politely, “Was actually wondering if you could help us with something else.”

“What’s that?” She asks as she walks over to them.

You hand the picture to her, “This is my father, he vanished five years ago.” You explain.

“The owner of the bar said that he pointed him in this direction, to you specifically,” Fives adds, “If you can remember anything-?”

The woman takes the picture and stares at it for a moment, “You know, I actually do remember this guy. Massive guy, taller and broader even than Alpha. He wanted to order something for his little girl.” She glances at you, and something like sympathy crosses her face, “That’s you then?”

“Yes, ma’am,” You reply.

“Hm. He said that his little girl was being picked on, something fierce, by her classmates, and he wanted something to make her feel better. You say he vanished after he visited my shop?”

“He did, yes.” Fives says quietly as he lightly places a hand on your shoulder.

“I wish I could help you,” The woman says quietly, “I didn’t see where he went when he left.” She pauses for a moment, “Hold on a second.” She turns and vanishes back into her shop, and reemerges with a small box, which she opens.

Your eyes widen as she passes a delicate looking bracelet into your hands, “What’s-?”

“It was a challenge. I’ve never made jewelry outta steal before. But-” she shrugs, “It’s yours kid. Your Da paid for it in advance, and I’ve been waiting for someone to claim it. I hope you find him, kid. I really do.”

Fives gently fastens the bracelet around your wrist, when he notices you having trouble with the clasp, and then he thanks the blacksmith and guides you out of her shop. “I’m sorry, mesh’la. I really thought that she would be able to help.”

You shake your head, “We learned something, at least.” You reply as you blink the tears out of your eyes.

Fives gently brushes his fingers across the bracelet, “Your father loved you, mesh’la.”

You release a shaky laugh, “Yeah, He did. Does.”

“Come on, let’s head back to the barracks and see if anyone else learned something.” Fives says with a sigh.

You walk in companionable silence through the crowded village, and follow the cobblestone path that leads to the palace. But as soon as you’re outside the village proper, your steps slow.

“Mesh’la?” Fives slows as well, “What’s wrong?”

You frown, unable to quite put your finger on what the problem was, “I…I think somethings wrong,” You say slowly, as if testing the words to determine if it’s true or not.

“What do you mean?”

“I don’t-” You trail off as you focus on the sensation. You were never a natural at magic like your father, but you can recognize the familiar way that the magic twists around you.

Teleportation.

Panicked, you reach out and place both of your hands on Fives’ chest, and you push. He stumbles back as the magic coils tightly around you, and then pulls.

Magic rushes around you, moving you from one place to another, though the magic is harsh, unlike the soothing magic of your people. And then you stop moving as suddenly as you started.

You fall, and gasp as you're plunged into frigid water.

The water fills your lungs, and you instinctively coil your magic around you, allowing you to return to your mermaid form. You cough some water out of your mouth and the tattered remains of the trousers you were wearing sink to the bottom of the water.

You open your eyes, and realize that you’re not in the ocean, like you worried, but rather seem to be in a massive tank of some kind. A simple glance upward proves that the tank is sealed off, and you have no way to escape.

“Will you be more agreeable now, your majesty?” A silky voice hissed from outside of the tank. You swim closer to the glass and peer out into the room. The person speaking, a man with red and black skin, is not speaking to you. Rather he’s speaking to someone in a tank that’s identical to yours.

You lift your gaze to the tank and there, looking every bit as regal as the last time you saw him, is your father. His chin is lifted, and there’s a look of fury on his face. “If you think that kidnapping my child will force me to give you my magic-” your father growls.

The red and black skinned man sighs, “Unfortunate.” He turns towards your tank, and as he gets closer you realize that he has horns on his head, “Good afternoon, Princess.” He sounds polite, if nothing else. “I am Maul.”

You swim away from the glass, and wrap your arms around yourself, “Let me go.” You say, though there’s uncertainty in your voice.

“I can’t do that. You see, your father has something I want, and I’ve spent the last five years trying to make him give it to me.” Maul says, very reasonably, “You’ll help me get what I want, won’t you Princess.”

You shake your head and back away even more, “No. If my father is keeping it is from you, then he must have a reason.”

Maul closes his eyes, and releases a sigh that sounds genuinely grieved, “Surely you can be reasonable, Princess.”

There’s the sound of glass cracking, and Maul’s head whips around, “Stop speaking to my child, fiend.” Your father’s voice booms across the small room.

Maul turns his attention back to you, “Your father is stubborn, and because of his stubbornness, he’s been separated from you for five years.” He speaks to you gently, as though he’s speaking to a child.

Your back bumps against the glass at the back of the tank and you clutch your hands to your chest, “You kept him from me, not him.” You whisper.

Maul’s face goes flat and he turns to your father, “You raised her well,” He concedes, “I thought for sure that I would be able to get her to convince you. Very well, I suppose I’ll have to use force.”

There’s a flicker of something on your father’s face, “Baby. Baby, go to the center of the tank and take off any metal you’re wearing.” His voice is calm, at odds with the words coming out of his mouth.

But, your father’s never lied to you in your life, so swim to the center of the tank, and obediently unfasten the bracelet around your wrist, allowing it to fall to the bottom of the tank.

And just in time too, as you hear the crackle of something, and you look up at the top of your tank, which lights up with electricity. And slowly, the tank lowers into the water.

“...oh.” You squeeze your eyes shut, and curl your arms around yourself and you prepare for pain.

The pain is almost more than you can bear. Your muscles seize up and you sink towards the bottom of the tank. You’re lucky, the water in the tank is moving, so you can still breathe, which means you’re in no danger of drowning.

Not that you’re able to actively think about that, the pain is so blinding that you’re not able to think of anything. It’s like ten thousand white hot knives piercing your entire body simultaneously.

The pain stops as suddenly as it begins, and you’re trembling at the bottom of the tank. “That hurt, didn’t it.” Maul almost sounds apologetic, “It never has to happen again, so long you convince your father to give me his magic.”

You choke out a silent sob and curl in on yourself, but slowly, painfully, you shake your head.

Maul sighs again, sounding just like your mother at her most disappointed, and slowly lowers the electrified wires into the water. Your screams echo across the small room, and your father, in the tank across the room, looks away.

*******

Your days start going in cycles, there’s pain, and then there’s not pain. The pain always lasts longer than the not pain. And you’re starting to develop burns on your fingertips and fins.

You turn pain-filled eyes to your tail, and carefully examine your fin. You won’t be able to swim with the damage…and you’re not sure the damage will heal without magical aid.

One small mercy is that Maul doesn’t seem overly inclined to let you, or your father, starve. So you get a proper meal two times a day. And those few hours when Maul isn’t around, you and your father are able to talk.

You don’t talk about a lot, though. The pain lingers, so you talk about easy things. School, your mother, his tower…nothing serious, but he seems relieved to hear anything you have to tell him.

Once more, like clockwork, Maul steps into the tank room. He looks thoughtfully at your father, and then at you. “Today,” He says, “I’m going to apply the current to your tank, and I’m going to leave it there until either your father gives me what I want, or you die.”

You look away from him, and he scoffs, “Remember, you brought this on yourself.”

And then the pain starts.

And, just as suddenly, it stops.

Maul’s face contorts in rage and he turns to your tank, likely to apply the electricity himself, when the door to the tank room explodes inward, knocking Maul to the ground.

Men in white and blue armor burst into the room, and for a moment you feel like you’re going to cry. A handful of the men, led by Captain Rex, chase Maul out of the tank room, and you can hear the sound of fighting in the halls.

But you don’t focus on that, because kneeling in front of your tank is Fives. His helmet is laying somewhere on the ground next to him, “Mesh’la, I’m sorry I’m late.”

“N-not your fault,” You whisper as you slide across the ground closer to the glass, “You still came.”

“Okay, me and Echo will find out how to get the top off this thing and-”

“Fives,” You interrupt, so very gently, “I can’t swim.” You gesture, weakly, to your tail, motioning to the severe burns that would likely leave you unable to swim.

He stares at your tail for a moment, and then closes his eyes. You can see his mind racing, “Okay. Okay then. Move to the back corner, mesh’la. We’re going to break the tank.”

You nod and slowly do as he asks. Fives waits until he’s sure you’re in the back most corner, and then pulls a bottle from a pouch on his hip. He flings it at the front of the tank, and then both he, and Echo, jump up onto the sides of the tank.

The bottle shatters as soon as it hits the tank, and for a moment nothing happens, and then the glass of the front of the tank just…dissolves, and all of the water bursts into the hallway.

You end up halfway out of the tank by the time the water stops moving, and it takes all the strength you can muster to topple yourself out of the tank and onto the hard stone ground.

You manage to push yourself into a sitting position, and then Fives is in front of you, kneeling in water with his hands on your shoulders. He pulls a blanket from somewhere and wraps it tightly around you, “I need you to turn back into your human form, mesh’la.” His voice is low and frantic, “We can’t stay here.”

You shudder and nod. Your magic coils around yourself and slowly you turn back into a human, though the pain is even worse when you're human. A pain filled sob escapes your lips, and Fives pulls you close. “I have you, mesh’la. I have you.” He pulls you into his arms and cradles you close, “Echo, did you get his majesty free yet?”

“Almost…got it!” The water drains out of the other tank, and as soon as the water is waist level the Mer King takes his human form, and gratefully accepts Echo’s aid in getting out of the tank.

“How did you find us?” The King asks, as he worriedly glances at his daughter.

“Tracking spell,” Fives said, “The Court Wizard made two of them, one for ner mesh’la here,” He lightly jostles you, “And a second one for any merpeople in the nation.”

“We weren’t all that surprised when it turned out you were in the same place. Made a fair bit of sense, honestly.” Echo says as he hands the king a pair of trousers, “It’s all I have, sorry.”

“No, this is fine.” He pulls the pants on and carefully follows the ARC out of the tank room, and then out of the building as a whole.

You cuddle closer to Fives, trembling and hurt, but feeling safe for the first time since you were taken.

**********

One week later, you’re sitting in your room, much upgraded since it came out that you’re royalty, sitting in a massive bathtub in your mer form, as Fives gently adds the healing mixture to the warm water.

“The Court Wizard says that this will help with the pain, but he’s still working on something that will repair the damage,” Fives explains, “He’s reaching out to other nations to see if anyone has any ideas.” He hesitates, “But-”

“But don’t get my hopes up,” You finish quietly.

“It’s too soon to give up, mesh’la,” Fives says just as quietly, “Have a little hope.”

“Have a little hope, but not too much?” You ask, a small smile on your lips.

“Exactly,” Fives replies with an answering smile.

“What’s going to happen to me?”

“Well-”

There’s a knock on the door, and then it clicks open and your father steps into the room, followed closely by the King of Mandalore, Fives’ father, Jango Fett. “I think we’re better suited to answer that,” Jango says smoothly.

“King Jango,” Your father says, “and I have been talking. And he’s agreed to allow you to remain under his protective custody.”

“Until we find out for sure if you’re able to heal or not,” Jango continues with a nod, “If you are, then you’ll be free to stay here or return to your own kingdom.”

“And if I don’t heal?”

“Then you will be an honored guest of Mandalore unless you decide to live elsewhere.” Jango reassures.

“We’re going to have an official embassy in the palace, little one,” Your father says, “So you won’t be lonely.”

“Mother will never stand for it.” You point out, wincing as you shift your tail slightly.

“Unfortunately for your mother, I am King.” Your father’s smile is like ice, “As it happens, I need to have words with her about proper nutrition.” He pauses, and he looks at you, “Are you going to be okay, sweetheart?”

You tilt your head and look at Fives, who flashes a small grin at you, “I think I’ll be okay.” You finally say, “I have Fives after all.”

Fives’ grin becomes blinding, “Well, I’m happy to look out for you. We can always use a Sixth member of Domino-”

“You are not adding a Princess to Domino Squad,” Jango interrupts with a sigh, “Because then all of the other squads will want a princess too, and I’m not dealing with that.”

Your father looks uncomfortable, “Sweetheart-”

“Dad, really. It’s okay. At least this time everyone knows where everyone is.” You flash a slightly crooked smile.

He looks at you, and then at Fives, and then back at you. He looks a little wounded, like he’s just realized something and he doesn’t like it. And this time you laugh.

“Dad,” You shake your head, “It’s not love. Not yet, at least. We’ve only known each other a few weeks after all.”

Fives meets your gaze and something warm crosses his face, “It’ll be fun to figure out though, yeah?” He asks.

And you smile back at him, “Yeah, it’ll be a blast.”

Your father sighs, and he walks over. He leans in and presses a light kiss to your forehead, and then he pulls away and shoots Fives a pointed look, “Behave.”

Fives makes an offended noise, “This is a medical treatment, your majesty. There’s no funny stuff going on over here.”

You giggle and your father shakes his head, before he turns back to Jango, “Well then, I suppose we better finish ironing out the details of this treaty.” He says.

And Jango just sighs, before the two older men leave the room.

“...so…how long do I have to sit in this?” You ask Fives, once you’re alone.

“30 minutes. Don’t worry, I brought cards and a book.”

You smile at him, soft and warm, “My hero,” there’s no teasing in your voice, and you're rewarded with a small grin and a blush.

“Only for you, ner mesh’la.” Fives replies, his voice tender.

What you said to your father, about it not being love, was true. It’s not love. But it’s only just not love. And now you have the time to figure out if it’ll work or not.

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