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Of Monsters and Men | Bakugo Katsuki x OC

Part One |

Summary ~ The war between humanity and aliens began in 2013 when the first Kaiju hauled itself out of the depths of the ocean. It rampaged through three cities, destroying everything in its path and killing thousands before it was finally taken down. As more Kaiju emerged from the sea, nations put aside rivalries and hatred in order to ban together and find a solution to save the human race.

Azusa had never imagined that this would be the world that she would grow up in. Mankind using giant robots to take down massive alien monsters sounds like the stuff of movies not the reality that she’s forced to live. She had also never imagined signing herself up to battle the monsters from the sea, but somebody needed to avenge her brother’s death and her father sure as hell wasn’t doing it.

Tags/Warnings ~ Fem!OC, angst, hurt/comfort, eventual fluff, enemies to lovers, potentionally triggering content, universe-typical violence, Enji Todoroki (yes, that is a warning, he's trash), character death, (more tags to be added as story develops <3)

Note ~ Heyy, Lovelies! This fic is my twist on MHA characters in the Pacific Rim universe. I am absolutely obsessed with Pacific Rim, it's probably my most favorite movie! So this fic is my mash up of two of my fave things. It is xOC instead of xReader, but I hope that you enjoy it all the same. I'm one of those readers who will imagine myself as the main chacter no matter what, so this can be read as reader-insert. Anyway, enough with my rambling, enjoy the story My Lovelies! <3

“Get going, Azusa!” He says with urgency as he ushers her out of the kitchen.

“I’m not fucking going anywhere without you, Toya! I have a bad feeling about this one! Please listen to me, don’t go with Dad!” She pleads over the sounds of their younger siblings crying.

“Dammit Azusa, I have to! Dad doesn’t have another co-pilot! We’ll be fine, just go!” He borderline shouts at her as he makes his way to the door.

“Don’t go! Please, don’t go!” She cries, grabbing his arm and pulling him away from the door.

“Fucking let me go! This is a job, Azusa, and I’ve been called to go do it! Go help Mom with Natsuo, Fuyumi, and Shoto!” He yells, ripping his arm out of her grasp and rushing out the door, slamming it shut behind him.

“Dammit, Toya-”

BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!

Jolting upright in her bed, chest heaving and tears wetting her face, Azusa slams the button on her alarm. Letting out a groan, she wipes at her face and tries to even out her breathing. It takes a few minutes, as it always does, but she finally manages to recover and drags herself out of bed.

“Thanks, subconscious.” She mumbles bitterly as she makes her way to the bathroom. She goes through the motions of her everyday routine; getting dressed, putting her hair up, brushing her teeth, staring at the old family vacation photo on her dresser for too long.. Numbly, she finishes lacing up her boots, then stands up ready to answer the door for the knock she knows is coming.

The predicted knock does happen and she opens the door to greet her sister, “Morning, Fuyumi.” She says as she steps out of her room, closing the door behind her and locking it.

“Good morning, Azusa! You ready for today?” Fuyumi asks her as the two make their way to the elevator.

“As ready as I’ll ever be, I guess.” She says with a slight shrug as they step into the elevator.

After pressing the button for the Mess Hall, Fuyumi joins her sister in leaning against the back wall of the elevator. She bumps her shoulder against Azusa’s with a small playful smile on her face.

“It’s a big day for you, kinda thought you’d be more hyped.” She comments, her features taking on a bit of concern.

“It’s just another day, Yumi. Just another day of being one of his soldiers that he couldn’t give less of a damn about.” Azusa replies in an emotionless tone to cover up the anger burning beneath her skin.

Fuyumi lets out a heavy sigh as the elevator doors open, “He does care, Zusa… And I know that it won’t be the same without Toya there to cheer you on.. but it’s been three years. There was nothing more you could have done that day to stop him. He’s gone, you’re here, and you worked your ass off to get to this point. You deserve to feel excited about today.” She says tiredly as they walk up to the food line.

“Yeah..” Azusa responds quietly, letting the conversation fizzle out. They fill up their trays with no further conversation being made, then head for a table with open seating.

Unfortunately for both of them the only table with open seating just so happens to be next to the table that Katsuki Bakugo and his group are sitting at. Azusa rolls her eyes at the comments and praises she hears being thrown the blonde’s way as she sits down. It’s been two years since her group entered the Ranger Program and Bakugo’s arrogant personality hasn’t dimmed a bit. Not even being behind the scenes during humanity’s war against aliens has done anything to lessen his pompous attitude.

“Who do you think you’ll be Drift-compatible with, Bakugo?” Azusa hears Mina’s perky voice ask.

“I don’t think any of you extras could handle being in my head and I sure as hell don’t wanna be in any of your idiotic brains. I’m just gonna ask the Marshal to let me pilot by my damn self.” Bakugo replies with a tone full of annoyance, earning himself a few gasps of shock and a bit of laughter.

“Oh c’mon man, you know single piloting is impossible even with the tech we have now! Plus, I think we’d be Drift-compatible! We work well together and we’re both super manly!” She hears Kirishima exclaim and she lets out a small huff of laughter at the pose she knows he’s doing even without looking at him.

“I don’t need a damn co-pilot and if I am forced to have one, it better not be any of you idiots!” Bakugo bites out and Azusa rolls her eyes once again as she digs into her breakfast.

“What a jerk, Dad’s gonna be pissed if Bakugo actually puts in that request,” Fuyumi comments quietly before taking a sip of her juice.

Azusa silently nods her head in absentminded agreement as she takes another bite. Suddenly, everyone around her quiets down, their heads bowing in respect and words becoming low whispers.

“Good morning, Rangers.” Marshal Todoroki greets, his booming voice echoing throughout the Mess Hall and demanding attention.

“As many of you know, today is the day that groups A through D will be testing to find their Drift-compatibility partners, or rather, their co-pilots. All other groups will be excused from their training to witness the event, but do not mistake this as a free day. Learn something from what you witness. As for groups A through D, tests will begin at 0800. Be prepared and be on time.” He continues, his stern tone making everyone give an intimidated nod of understanding.

“Ranger Azusa Todoroki,” Marshal Todoroki calls out, causing everyone’s eyes to turn toward the girl. Azusa clenches her jaw and her eyes meet the cold blue ones of her father.

“Come to my office once you have finished breakfast. Thank you, everyone, you may carry on.” He finishes with a slight bow of his head before he and his second-in-command, Marshal Shota Aizawa, turn to leave. Noise ensues once again with the disappearance of the Marshal’s presence. Meaningless chatter and the clattering of dishware fill the room, but one voice, in particular, catches Azusa’s attention as very much intended by the voice’s owner.

“Aww, the princess get in trouble, again?” Bakugo’s taunting comment grates at Azusa’s eardrums and her grip on her chopsticks tightens.

Other than the whitening of her knuckles, she gives no reaction toward the blonde, her eyes cast down toward her food tray despite wanting to glare at Bakugo. She numbly finishes her breakfast, tells Fuyumi that she’ll see her later, then stands to clear her place. She can feel eyes on her as she takes her tray to the trash bin, but she maintains her facade of emotionless neutrality as she walks out of the Mess Hall.

“The fuck does the old man want now?” She mumbles out angrily under her breath as she steps into the elevator.

Jamming her finger against the button for the floor that the Marshal’s office is on, she lets out a long breath. Stepping back to the middle of the elevator, Azusa crosses her arms over her chest and closes her eyes. A minute or two passes and the elevator groans as it comes to a stop. She prepares herself, mentally and physically, to step out of the elevator when the doors begin to open but pauses when she comes face to face with Marshal Todoroki.

“Marshal?” She questions, bowing her head slightly, confusion flashing over her features before she settles back into her neutral state.

“We will be going down to the Shatterdome instead.” Marshal Todoroki says, his voice taking on a much different tone than earlier.

He stares at Azusa with an expectant look as he waits for her to move back so that he can step into the elevator. Azusa shakes the confusion from her mind and dutifully steps back to let the large man through the doorway. Tense silence fills the cramped-feeling space as she presses the button for the Shatterdome. The elevator groans once again as it begins descending.

“Why are we going to the Shatterdome, Sir?” Azusa asks, tone neutral and emotionless and the Marshal lets out a tired sigh.

“Azusa, please, it’s just the two of us you can call me da-”

“I stopped calling you that a long time ago, Enji. Why would I start again now? Just tell me why you wanted me to meet with you instead of letting me go get ready for my Drift-compatibility tests.” Azusa bites out, cutting off her father’s words.

Marshal Todoroki’s jaw clenches and his fists clench before the tension deflates from his body and a look of defeat fills his features, “I want to show you something.” He replies vaguely and Azusa sends him an incredulous look.

“You want to show me something?? This is ridiculous! I need to be getting ready, not dealing with your feeble attempts at earning my forgiveness ba-” Azusa’s anger gets the better of her until she cuts herself off, clamping her mouth shut as the elevator doors open.

Marshal Todoroki stays silent as they step out of the elevator, only opening his mouth to greet others. They move through the hustle and bustle of the Shatterdome, walking past Jaeger after Jaeger and all of the people working on said Jaegers. They finally stop at the far end of Bay 12, both of them turning their bodies toward the Jaeger standing tall against the wall. Azusa’s neck cranes as she looks up at the gigantic robot, a tidal wave of emotions flooding her as she takes it in.

“Bravo Inferno,” Azusa whispers out, tears building up on her lash lines and the Marshal quietly nods from beside her. “The day Toya died.. I thought she was too destroyed to salvage, I mean, you barely came back in one piece.. H-how is she here?” She asks, her voice thick with emotion and tears slipping down her face.

“It took the repair techs a long time, but they were able to put her back together. In fact, she’s better than she was before.. on the inside, that is. I made sure the outside was redone to look the same as when she first came out of production.” Marshal Todoroki says quietly, his hands clasped behind his back professionally but his face full of emotions.

Azusa stares up at her brother’s old Jaeger with a mixture of awe and sadness. The blue flame-colored paint reflects the lights of the Shatterdome, giving it a pearlescent shine. Bravo Inferno’s emblem, a flaming phoenix, is stamped proudly on the left side of its chest along with the numbers from the year it was made. From head to toe, the Jaeger looks just like it had the day Azusa watched it leave the base being piloted by her brother for the last time.

“What was the point of this?” Azusa asks, coming back to her senses and remembering that she is standing with the man responsible for her brother’s death. “You piloting again or something?”

Still looking up at Bravo Inferno, the Marshal shakes his head, “No, my piloting days are long since over with. I’m passing Bravo Inferno on to you, Azusa. It’s.. it’s what Toya would have wanted had he thought the war would still be going on.” He says looking at Azusa with the ghost of a smile on his saddened face.

It takes a moment for Azusa to work past the lump in her throat, to straighten her back even though she wants to fall to her knees and sob. A strained “thank you” makes its way out of her mouth as she blinks away the tears in her eyes.

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Azusa cracks her knuckles before crossing her arms and waiting for the tests to begin. She and the other Rangers who will be testing today are gathered around the training mats, most idly chatting as they wait for Marshal Todoroki and Marshal Aizawa. She does a quick glance around and sees some of the other Rangers stretching, so she follows suit.

“Hey, Azusa!” Someone calls out excitedly right as Azusa hears footsteps approaching her. Turning her head, she catches sight of Tetsutetsu and Kendo making their way toward her. She sends them a small smile and waves, Tetsutetsu’s bright smile making her want to put on sunglasses.

“Hey guys,” she says when the two get up to her, narrowly dodging Tetsutetsu when he tries to engulf her in a hug.

“You nervous?” Kendo asks when the three of them fall back into warm-up stretches.

“Nope. I just hope that I get a good co-pilot.” Azusa answers simply as she leans further into a leg lunge.

“How are you not nervous?? Literally, everyone will be watching; Rangers, Rangers-in-training, Marshal Aizawa, Marshal Todoroki.. You’re seriously not nervous about your dad watching the tests??” Tetsutetsu rambles out before he is whacked upside the head by Kendo.

“Dude, shut up!” Kendo reprimands and Azusa huffs out a laugh.

“No, I’m not nervous. I don’t care who’s watching.” Azusa says with a shrug of her shoulders.

“Attention, Rangers!” Marshal Aizawa’s stern voice calls out and everyone stands at attention.

“At ease,” Marshal Todoroki calls out next as he steps up next to Marshal Aizawa. Everyone relaxes but keeps their full attention on the two men at the front of the room.

“We’ll go over a brief explanation of how the tests will work, then we’ll get started.” Marshal Aizawa starts as the bleachers along the walls of the room begin filling with the other groups of Rangers-in-training that aren’t testing.

“The tests will work like this; one-on-one melee combat with bo staffs. You all have been broken up into smaller groups based on your results from previous Drift simulations and screenings. These one-on-ones will help better identify who exactly you work well with. Remember Rangers, these are dialogues, not fights. The goal is to find a co-pilot that keeps up with your moves and keeps the scores even. Should one of you outright win a match then we’ll know that person is not a match for you. The cementing stage of this test will occur at a later date when you and your co-pilot are assigned a Jaeger and go through your first real Drift together.” Marshal Aizawa explains in his normal serious yet tired tone.

“Rangers Bakugo, Kirishima, Tetsutetsu, Todoroki, Kendo, and Hado, grab your bo staffs then step onto the mat. Each of you will have one match with each other then Marshal Todoroki and I will review your scores later. Your co-pilots will be announced tomorrow if we get through everyone’s tests today. Marshal Todoroki, if you would choose the starting pairings, please,” Marshal Aizawa says and Marshal Todoroki scans over the six Rangers lined up in front of him.

“Kendo with Bakugo, Tetsutetsu with Hado, and Kirishima with Todoroki.” Marshal Todoroki says, tone firm as always and his gaze already full of judgment.

“Rangers spread out across the mat with your respective opponent and assume position. You will begin when I say so.” Marshal Aizawa commands and the Rangers listen accordingly.

Once they’ve reached a space far enough away from the other pairs, Azusa faces Kirishima with her bo staff positioned diagonally in front of her. She takes in a deep breath, steadying the few nerves that have crept into her system, and bends her knees slightly ready to move to either defend or attack. Kirishima does the same, winking at her when their eyes meet with a playful smirk on his face.

“Rangers begin,” Marshal Aizawa commands, and the pairs begin their matches.

The match between Bakugo and Kendo ends quickly with the score being; Bakugou 4 and Kendo 1. That’s not to say that Kendo didn’t try her best to keep up with Bakugou, it’s just that the blonde was relentless. Despite them all being told that the matches were supposed to flow like dialogues and not fights, it’s just like Katsuki Bakugo to do his own thing. Tetsutetsu and Hado’s match ended a bit better with their scores being; Hado 4 and Tetsutetsu 2. In both of their typical fashions, they shook hands at the end of the match, both of them wearing confident smiles.

Kirishima and Azusa started out neck and neck, but that changed quickly when Azusa got the upper hand. Their match ended with the scores being; Azusa 4 and Kirishima 2. Azusa helped Kirishima up after her final time taking him down and wished him good luck on his next match. Kirishima, being the ever-bright ray of sunshine that he is, smiled warmly at her and thanked her for a good match.

The next three rounds of matches seemed to fly by while simultaneously feeling dragged out. Azusa had won by 1 point against both Hado and Kendo, which made her feel pretty good about ending up being co-pilots with either of them. She, unfortunately, lost by 2 points against Tetsutetsu and she was a little disappointed by the fact that one of her two best friends wasn’t a very good match for her to be co-pilots with. At the end of their, match Tetsutetsu gave her an encouraging smile and told her that he would have been honored to be co-pilots with her.

“Time for the final matches for the first six Rangers. The pairings will be as follows; Hado with Kendo, Tetsutetsu with Kirishima, and Bakugo with Todoroki. Get ready, Rangers.” Marshal Aizawa calls out, and Azusa’s entire being fills with dread.

“Prepared to lose, Princess?” Bakugo goads arrogantly as the two get into position and Azusa’s blood boils a bit.

Marshal Aizawa tells them to begin and Bakugo doesn’t hesitate to make the first move. Azusa blocks his bo staff a couple of times but ultimately Bakugo lands a hit to her shoulder.

“1-0.” Bakugo comments with a cocky smirk.

Not wasting another moment, Azusa swings her bo staff knocking the blonde’s bo staff away and rushing him. With quick movements, she brings her bo staff up, then swings it down, stopping it only inches from his face.

“1-1.” She says quietly, challenging him with her eyes while her face remains neutral.

They go back and forth for what feels like hours, both of them having stopped keeping track of the score after they hit 2-2. Both of them panting and sweating, their match continues on and on until a booming voice pierces the bubble they seem to be in.

“That’s enough! Bakugo, Todoroki, your match is over. Put your bo staffs away and get on the sidelines.” Marshal Todoroki sternly tells the two and Bakugo releases Azusa from the hold he had her in.

The blonde stands and walks off to put his bo staff away, not bothering to offer Azusa help. The two don’t even look at each other once they’re both situated on the sidelines of the training mat, standing as far away from each other as possible. Kendo and Tetsutetsu both send Azusa twin looks of surprise mixed with heavy confusion, but she chooses to ignore them in favor of watching the next group of matches.

Note ~ I know that there may not be much to go off of but let me know what you think so far! Should I post chapter/part 2 sooner than planned? Idk, I'm just loving how the story is turning out and wanted to share it with yall! I love and appreciate you, Lovelies! <3

Ps, @tr-mha-fan I'm doing my best to work on your (second) request, I promise that I didn't ignore your ask, Lovely! <3

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dumbbitchenergy17 · 1 year

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Fallen Angel Part 5

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Words- 9.5K

Pairings: Izuku Midoriya x Reader, Hawks x Trainee!Reader

Warnings: Violence/Battle, stalking tendencies, (TW: Child Abuse- with an adult to the reader, Psychological abuse, emotional abuse), WAR ARC SPOLIERS, later chapters will have more triggering content

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First Name: Y/n

Last Name: L/n

Age: 16

Quirk: Angel Wings (With wings that resemble an angel, she can use them to fly and fight, she can fly up to 200 mph the fastest she has ever gone is about 300 when racing Hawks. She can also use her wings as a shield against attack by slightly hardening the feathers, but if enough damage can fail on her. Unlike Hawks she can’t remove her feathers to fight so has incorporated a staff in her fight style; melee combat)

Hero Name: Halo

Affiliation: Student at U.A. and Hero-in-Training (Under Commission)

Family: Unknown

BY CLICKING KEEP READING YOU UNDERSTAND THE TRIGGERING CONTENT THAT MIGHT BE AHEAD

Pain is all you felt. But you were alive.

You wake up feeling something on your face lifting your right arm to your face you see it entirely covered in bandages. Pulling the mask off you sit up slightly wincing a bit from the pain in your ribs, you see IVs and needles in your wrist and you rip them out hissing from the pain. Slinging your legs over to the end of the bed you feel much lighter, pushing yourself up you see the bathroom door is open and you look at yourself. Your hair was slightly shorter but not noticeable to others but to you...you could tell the length difference when it was burned, your entire right arm was covered in bandages down to your fingers, you had a bandage wrapped around your head, and there were butterfly bandages over your right eye and you could see a cut going through your eye you lucky you weren’t blinded by it, and there was a gauze pad under your left eye, your neck was covered in dark purple bruises in the shape of hands, and from the top of the hospital shirt, you could see bandages wrapped around your entire torso and back covering where your wings would be.

Whose fault was it, was it the villains they put everyone through so much pain, Dabi especially, could you blame the commission they told you to go there and you did like the good soldier you are? Could you blame the heroes, none of this would have happened if the League was beaten in Kamino ward, you wouldn’t have these wounds if Endeavor raised his son right, and you wouldn’t even be here if Endeavor never arrested your potential father. It was Endeavor’s fault it would always lead back to him. You slipped out of your room blending into the people passing by, no one noticing a regular injured girl, you didn’t have anything special about you.

Passing by the main desk you heard them talking about the heroes here, “Yeah Endeavor is in room 325, if you want to give him the medicine now or wait later I believe he has visitors.” You don’t wait another moment seeing you were a floor below him entering the elevator you press the button to the next floor and as the doors are closing you hear.

“We have a missing patient Y/n Takami was not in her room!” Takami, you weren’t a Takami. The doors open up and you slip out this floor equally as busy as the one you were on so you didn’t stand out, you see a sign that gives you the direction towards Endeavor’s room. As you walk past doors, you see names of other heroes scribble on the whiteboard for their room. You see the number counting towards 325, and now you're in front of it. Room 325 Enji Todoroki.

You hear voices inside talking and you hear Todoroki’s voice “Once you’re done grieving, stand back up. Cuz we all have to stop Touya.” And you slide open the door and the Todoroki and family turn to see you standing there but your eyes are dead set on Enji Todoroki.

You close the door behind you and it’s quiet between all of you, “Hope I wasn’t interrupting something important.” You say and you see Endeavor looking over you grimacing knowing all these injuries came from his son.

“Excuse me you can’t be here.” A woman with white hair says, stepping forward towards you,

“Rei it is alright.” Endeavor says and the woman stops before standing down.

“Takami-” “That’s not my name.” You spit out glaring at him, you didn’t know who you are anymore. Your world was torn apart and you didn’t know how to pick up the pieces.

“L/n I’m sorry for what you went through.” He says and you want to laugh, cause his apology doesn’t mean shit to you.

“You’re sorry? Do you know what he did to me?” You say stepping forward and Todoroki put his hand out in front of you so you couldn’t get closer to his father. He wasn’t worried you were going to hurt him you weren’t stupid but he didn’t want to make the situation worse.

“Who?” A girl with white hair with red streaks says you knew her. Todoroki talked to you about his older brother Natsuo who was looking at you wary and his sister Fuyumi, and you were going to assume Rei was his mother.

“Dabi or Touya whatever you call him. You have no idea what I went through and your sorry doesn’t mean shit.” You say looking back at Endeavor. “He has stalked me since I joined U.A. and I only found out about this when we finally fought. It was him during battle, he followed me everywhere and took pictures of me. He would say comments about how I looked even when I was home. I wasn’t safe even in my own home. That call I had to take during my work studies was him. He threatened to kill everyone, the people I cared for, my classmates, anyone if I didn’t listen to what he said,” You felt your throat tighten and you saw that the entire Todoroki family was horrified, Fuyumi had a hand over her mouth, Natsuo and Shoto looked disgusted by their brother’s action, Rei couldn’t look at you only thinking of the worst things her son did to you, and Endeavor stared at you and you could see the guilt and regret in his face.

“I thought everything would be okay until I messed up, I missed one call..one and you know what he did was kill an innocent family because I didn’t pick up. Their blood is on my hands because of him. I’m sixteen Endeavor sixteen I never had a life, never knew my mom, never knew my dad. But my life didn’t get better. At the Villa we fought and I lost and he took the sweet pleasure of torturing me until I had nothing left, before taking me. All these injuries on me I didn’t get from any other villain except him...your son.” You felt tears streaming down your face. All this trauma you earned seeing so much death and destruction just followed you in life. “I don’t care about your family problems of who doesn’t like who and what he did to someone else. I just want to let you know Endeavor that you ruined my life by having him as a son.” You wiped the tears off your face harshly and you saw that he was crying.

“I’m sorry I’m so sorry.” He wipes the tears from his face and you can’t even look at him, look at any of them you only see Dabi in them all.

You turn to leave your hand on the door, you turn to look for him, “You say you’re going to defeat him, you're wrong. I’ll find him and then. Then I'll kill Touya Todoroki.” The door opens and you see in front of you a few doctors and nurses as well as a couple of police officers, but standing to the side you see Best Jeanist and Hawks.

“Ms.Takami you can not go running off, we thought the worst happened.” A doctor says but you drown out most of it hearing that name Takami. Takami was a villain, he is bad, you're not bad, you're a hero, you're nobody now without your quirk. You're nothing, nobody, you’re Takami. You feel a hand go around your wrist and you feel like you're sent back to your days in training at the commission.

“Someone grabs your wrist, what do you do?” You hear Ms.Takeda clear as a bell in your ear as she walks around you as another recruit holds your wrist down.

“Get out of their grasp, by any means necessary, and escape.” You say and she leans her face next to your ear and whispers,

“Then do it..” You feel like the flight and fight kicking in, the fighting mode coming in as you twist your wrist out of their grasp and you feel the bone snap and they scream out in pain as you push past the nurses and doctors booking it towards the stairs. You see some of the officers rushing toward you but you slide between one of their legs and as you pass by you slam your hand on the fire alarm. Best Jeanist can’t properly use his quirk if he is distracted, and the rush of people getting out does it. You feel an arm land on your shoulder.

“Fight them” You can hear her voice call out in your head and you spin around twisting their arm, flipping their body over yours. It was a police officer and you see keys coming flying out of his pocket and you scoop it up pushing the doors open in the stairwell.

“Takami! Y/n!” You hear voices yell after you but all you could hear was your heartbeat in your ears and Ms. Takeda’s voice whispering in your ears, fight, get out, you’ll disappoint the commission if you fail. People are rushing down the stairs as you shove your way down as well and you could hear voices following after you, busting through a door onto a random floor it is mostly empty people going the way you came.

A nurse rushes past you and you snatch the keycard off her continuing your way down the hallways you lost your slippers a while ago your feet slapping against the linoleum as you run. The doors are closing due to the fire alarm so you are constantly using the keycard to get through the doors. As you look for exit signs you turn the corner crashing into someone and sending you both back. Getting up you stare back at your mentor, a person you called an almost brother.

“Let’s not do this kid, just stop.” He holds up his hands showing you he means no harm. There was no way out instead of in front of you and behind you and the doors close behind you and you rather go forward with your keycard where you see the shiny red exit to the outside.

“He betrayed the commission, he left you.” her voice comes through your head and the person in front of you is no longer a partner but an opponent.

“You betrayed the commission.” You say and Hawks is confused.

“I know you feel scared and confused but they already did the test, you are a Takami. I don’t know why but the commission lied to you but they did.” He holds out his hand smiling at you. “We can figure it out together, I’ve always seen you as a little sister.” They already took the test.

“You’re infected by his blood, Takami dirt runs through you.” You shake your head, you don’t want to be dirt, you’re normal, you’re L/n.

“I’m not Takami.” You yell out rushing towards him and you both get ready to fight. You throw punches toward him which he blocks. You keep pushing him back as you are trying to stop him while he is trying not to hurt you.

He pushes you back and you slide on the floor, “I don’t wanna hurt you!” He yells and you run to him you feel something tear but you push through wrapping your legs around his neck you spin around flipping him onto his back. While he may be faster and more powerful, you were always more agile and better at hand-to-hand combat. You hiss in pain pressing your hand against your ribs pulling back and seeing red.

“Keep fighting Halo, you’ll be home soon.” Ms. Takeda calls out and you turn to rush outside when you see police officers there and nurses and doctors. The officers point their guns at you, “They’ll shoot you for failing.” Her voice whispers in your head. Arms wrap around your waist and you kick your legs up trying to get out of their grasp.

“Let me go..I wanna go home!” You cry out twisting in their grasp and you feel a pinch in your arm. You see a needle leaving your arm and your limbs feel ten times heavier. “Please stop! I wanna go home...let me go home.” You cry out tears streaming down your face and you feel more sluggish as you're lowered to the ground. Your body gets weaker as the doctors and nurses come over.

“Shush you’re okay..I’m here..” Keigo soothes you as you slowly lose consciousness.

Opening your eyes you see you’re in a dark room sitting up surrounding you is nothing but unending darkness. The floor was covered in a thin layer of water that didn’t seem to wet you.

“You failed Halo.” A voice says and you turn around and it was a woman that you’ve never seen before. She had long white hair that ended around her chest, her eyes were the same color as yours. You have never seen this woman before but the feeling you felt around her seemed familiar, almost comforting.

“Everything we did for you and you failed us all.” She says. You open your mouth to speak but no words come out. “You were supposed to be the one..it was supposed to be you.” Chains appear from the ground wrapping around your hands and legs dragging you down as the floor takes you under like quicksand. Stop it, who are you, come back! You try to scream but nothing comes from your mouth. The last look you get of the woman is a tear rolling down her face as you disappear.

The sound of a machine beeping pulls you from your dream, you feel immensely sore and weak. The harsh lights make you close your eyes, you wait a few seconds before opening them, getting used to it. You feel weighed down trying to lift your hand but you are restricted. You lift your head slightly seeing your arms restrained to the bed so you couldn’t escape. Closing your eyes you wish your life was just a dream and you thought of your memories from U.A. and with your friends, were they even alive? The door opens interrupting your thoughts and you see a doctor as well as Keigo.

“Afternoon Ms.Tak...Y/n.” The doctor stops himself from saying the name sticking with your first name, “How are you feeling?” He pulls out a clipboard looking over your vitals on the EKG before looking at you. You frown, turning your head away from them looking out the window to the outside.

You hear the doctor sigh, writing something down, “Y/n I’m going to bring down our best psychologist for you to talk with if that is okay with your brother?”

“He’s not my brother.” You say and you can feel the two gazes on you as you continue to stare outside.

“I’ll leave you two alone, Hawks there will be some paperwork you’ll need to sign.” The doctor says and you hear a hum before footsteps go and the door opens then closes. It is silent between you two with the only sound coming from the heart monitor.

“You know you can talk to me about anything, you know that?” Keigo says and you remain silent you can’t even bear looking at him all you see is pain and abandonment. “I don’t know what’s going on in your head, but I’m here for you, and so are you, friends at U.A.” He tries to get you to say anything and show anything that you're there but there is only silence. The relationship you two once had is now splitting apart and he’s holding out his hand but you refuse to take it.

Later in the day the doctor came back and got your restraints removed as he deemed you not a threat to others and yourself and following that the psychologist the doctor was talking about showed up. She had introduced herself telling a bit about herself telling you she specialized in cases involving children or teenagers following traumatic events. It was you, the lady, and Keigo in the room as she asks you questions about your life asking questions about your childhood, and your life at the commission, and you either respond with vague one-word answers or no answer at all.

“Okay Y/n how would you describe your environment at U.A. with your classmates and teachers?” She asks, looking over her notes.

“Fine, they’re nice.” You mumble and she nods

“How the environment at the commission would you say it is better or worse?” Your life at the commission had been harsh and cold, you didn’t wake up early for role-call you didn’t eat, you spoke out of turn you fight one of the higher trainers, and any defiance they saw as out of line was solved with punishment until they molded you to be the perfect soldier they wanted.

“It’s cold there..” You say and she looks up at you finally getting something she could work with.

“Why was it cold there?” They made you who you were today, you should be grateful. Why then do you gain scars from them?

“Just was..” You shrugged, you didn’t know what to say, there was nothing fun to do, joy entered that building and died in there.

“At the commission when Hawks wasn't there, who looked after you?”

“Takeda did.” You say, she was always there. Telling you what was right and wrong. What the commission finds values and what is deemed worthless, “She was always there for me.” She would soothe your tears when you cried almost motherly before flipping around telling you that you wouldn’t cry if you weren’t weak and then send you off for more training.

“Hawks says that she was also the one who made you get hurt after your first day of school.” It seems so long ago since your first day of school after that incident when you were forced to fight you would make sure they hit you in places that would be hidden by your clothes or that would heal fast.

“I failed..and I got what I deserved.” You say weakly every mistake you made faced punishment, if you were so good you wouldn’t get hurt.

“Beating a child to follow orders isn’t a normal thing.” She says and you feel confused, why did they do it then? That’s how it works you mess up you fight, that’s how it’s always been.

“I wanna go home..” The doctor hums writing something down.

“Just a couple more questions then we’ll see.” She flips through her notes before looking back up at you. “What happened when Dabi started following you?” You froze hearing his name and it felt like the air suddenly got thinner. “He followed you and threatened you with your friends and family, how did that make you feel?”

You didn’t know what to say, everything felt choked up. “I-I don’t know..” You say your hands felt clammy and the beating up the heart monitor picks up speed.

“He killed people for you doing horrendous things for you and you don’t know?” She says and you felt like the walls were closing in on you.

“Okay let’s move on from this subject.” Keigo says seeing your fearful expression.

“Do you know if he killed any other people? You both talked plenty of times you should know.” She got more aggressive and you shook your head. You didn’t want to talk about this.

“Okay that’s enough!” He stands up going to remove the doctor.

“Innocent people died because of you! They had normal lives and are dead, you ever think about that!” She yells at you and now there are doctors and nurses inside the room pulling out the psychologist while some are trying to calm you down, the heart monitor beeping erratically. Tears are streaming down your face as you cover your ears wanting to drown out the words she says. “Their blood is on your hands, you’re covered in it!” She is pulled out of the room, her voice muffled outside.

You feel yourself choke out a sob, you can’t seem to get air in as you begin to panic getting sent into a full-blown anxiety attack. As people are trying to calm you down as you can’t seem to get air in you, black dots spot your vision. The last thing you see before passing out is Keigo’s concerned face, tears brimming his eyes.

When you woke up you were told that the psychologist was a close family member of the family that Dabi had killed. You were visited by another psychologist and that went much better though you were standoffish from the last one. You spent a total of a week at the hospital from when you first arrived and when you were able to leave after you reopened your stitches for your ribs. You were distant with most people coming to talk to you only saying a few words here and there, you had completely ignored Hawks your entire stay there.

Returning to the Agency was a bit weird, it was practically empty and the few heroes there were being called out to calls. Everyone was being pulled in two different directions with how much villains are doing to Japan. Keigo is quickly pulled away by people as they need their boss’s help leaving you though it didn’t bother you. Pushing open the door to your home it was as if time stood still, stuff from the night before the battle was still there, your books for school were opened up on your coffee table homework was not finished. Going into your room, your bed was unmade and a few things stray across your room. Sitting down slowly onto your bed felt weird being back at your bed instead of that hospital bed. Laying on your back and looking up at your ceiling reminds you about your missing wings, due to them you usually slept on your side or your stomach but it felt different.

You heard a noise coming from your nightstand and your phone was still plugged in from that morning, pulling it off the stand you see multiple texts from your friends asking how you were and all that. You are relieved that they were all alive, though many of your classmates were injured they were still here. You didn’t respond to the messages but they could tell you were okay when they see the “read” message. You see a final message on your phone and it was from the commission.

“Halo it seems you need some reviewing.” You didn’t feel fear or worry from the times they texted you before it was just indifference now, what would they do to you now to make you comply you have nothing for them to hold over you. Everything you’ve known was a lie no matter how much you try to avoid and deny it, you were Y/n Takami daughter of Shinyo Takami, sister to Keigo Takami. Thinking back to the brief memory you had of your father you wonder why you didn’t realize he was your brother or at least a relative, but you two didn’t look much alike. Maybe a few things if you focus but your different quirks kinda sealed that you had no relation. Just two people with wing quirks.

The next few days after your return home was spent catching up with everything, you watched the news and read every news channel following the war at Jaku City and Gunga Mountain Villa. Shigaraki was able to escape the battle with multiple Nomus along with Dabi and Spinner, Toga was missing along with many paranormal liberators all on the run, also Tartarus was breached unleashing many villains including One for All, and many villain prisons were all breached and many villains now ran rampant in Japan. Borders were closed and no one was allowed to leave or enter Japan leaving you all on this island in the hands of the police, government, and heroes. There was a press conference one day that includes Best Jeanist, Endeavor, and Keigo to address the public about the events involving Dabi and his family’s past life. Keigo clarifies his time as a spy for the League and the stuff he did while there including killing Twice, you heard your name but you shut off the TV before you could hear more.

So the public was in disarray and heroes weren’t doing much help for the matter. The pristine hero society you grew up with and were forced to maintain was crumbling revealing the corruption and backstabbing leaving you with more pieces to pick up and fix. It was with this news your life now meant nothing, you had a family that you never knew about that you want to connect with, a mass murder that ruined your life still off doing who knows what, and the foundation of your entire existence was destroyed. With the hero society, you’re something, with quirks you’re important. Now you’re nothing. Your hero name Halo meant a lot to you, you held it with pride and now it is nothing more than a name. Halo was you, you have named it due to your quirk, wings that resemble that of an angel, and who were you now? A fallen angel stripped of its wings and sent down to the damnation of earth.

Hero society damned you the day you decided to become one. Your revelation seems to go through the stages of grief. Denial, you didn’t want to believe your life was a lie. Anger, you fought and ran from your problems to forget who runs through your blood. Bargaining, you prayed to any higher being to go back to your old life happy with friends as you trained to be a hero. Depression, you had nothing left now and you had no will to go on with what you lacked. And Acceptance, you had to come to terms with who you were and you were going to get back what you lost for a long time. But you wanted to add one more, everything started for a reason, the loss of your parents, your life in the commission, the pain and suffering you went through to become a hero, and how it was all stripped away Heroes...Villains, there couldn’t be one without the other, good and evil, morally right and lack of morals, they were opposites destined to always fight in a never-ending circle and where does that leave you? In the middle, you want to save those you care for, but you are willing to break your morals for the sake of getting what you need...and that is Revenge.

It was almost midnight when you entered the commission, you wore dark clothing, the hoodie covering your face from the cameras in the building. It was quiet and empty which was strange but you are still on edge as you head towards the handlers’ offices you see one of the office lights is on and it sounds like someone is frantically moving around. You crept down the hallway seeing it is Ms.Takeda’s room, her back is to the door as she frantically stuff files from a filing cabinet into her purse, your walk into the office your footsteps are silent. Reaching under the desk you pull a handgun you knew was there when you snuck into her room once.

You were eleven and your teacher took away the book you were reading instead of focusing, you hid under her desk when you heard her walk in and that’s when you saw the gun strapped under the table. You were caught and punished severely but you were always fearful that if you angered her that weapon would be turned on you. The click of the gun made her freeze in place mid-shove and she slowly turns around seeing you pointing a gun at her.

“Halo what do you think you’re doing?!” She is shocked that her ward turned against her.

“Just need a few answers from you.” You say pointing the gun towards her office chair and she took hesitant steps before sitting down. “Did you know about my past life before the commission?” You say and she nods.

“We went looking for you once we found out your father had another child. It would be better to have you and Hawks together than one of you finding your origin and finding each other.” She explains.

“Where are my father and mother? Are they even alive?” You demand.

“We kept close eyes on them both but your father disappeared from our radar somewhere in Japan and your mother...she passed away a few years ago.” You felt your heartbreak, your chance of finding them dwindle, your father is somewhere in this villain-ridden Japan and your mother was dead. “Please Halo, let's be smart about what led you here. Just put the gun down and we both can forget about this.” She tries to calm you down, seeing your finger fiddle with the trigger before you point it back at her.

“You have files on me, get them out.” You point the gun towards the filing cabinet and she hesitates, ”NOW!”

She jumps rushing over to it, her hands shaking as she puts the key in and opens it scrolling through the files before pulling out a decent size folder. She hands it to you sitting back down very fearful of her life, opening it up you see a photo of you as a child. The first page gave your full name, Y/n Takami. Your age when you joined and all descriptions of you from your height and weight then and now. In the description for the family, it says Father-Shinyo Takami (Missing), Brother-Keigo Takami (Alive), and Mother-M/n L/n (Deceased). As you glance over you see one section, implant impairing enhancements continue if the commission decides Halo will not become a hero implant may be removed.

“What do you mean implant, why would the commission decide if I won’t become a hero.” You point the gun toward her and she cringes.

“They place an implant into your body to track you as well as restrict your enhancements. The commission gives each prodigy it, giving them increased strength, stamina, speed, and durability; they all get it removed until they are deemed ready; many don’t get it removed.” She says no matter how much we trained we always could have been better, where they were getting the enhancements from this stuff can’t be legal.

“And the other stuff.” You say,

“Yes the higher-ups deemed you useful in hero work, but they were going to make you do more underground work if you had a more refined quirk like Hawks. We believed you would have more similar quirks but when you failed to show more progress that project was stopped.” She says. Underground work they were going to make you do their dirty work with your life in the shadows cleaning up the mess the commission left behind, the place where heroes are born is just as corrupt.

“What were they going to make me do?” You say your voice was shaking and angry at everyone.

“I don’t know much but let’s just say you would be cleaning and removing people that were a threat to the hero society. They had everything prepared for you to take that role.” She says,

“So make me kill people.”

Takeda stands up walking slowly over to you, “Halo your mission was always to keep that image of hero society perfect, this way was just a different approach.”

You raise the gun before she could touch you, “You say they already had it finished, show me it.” She couldn’t exactly say no and she led you out of the office down towards the support area with the gun pressed against the back so she wouldn’t do anything.

Entering the support area is where you got your hero costume and most of your health exams took place as well. You walk through one of the doors where there are lines of lockers, pressing her I.D card against the keypad and typing a code the locker slides open.

“There we’re here. Please just let me go.” She begs turning around to face you, a small voice tells you to hurt her, get your revenge. She hurt you and you didn’t know better. Raising the gun to her face she cries out holding her hands up, “Please Halo, you’re a hero you won’t do it.” Looking into her eyes you see the utter fear in her eyes.

“I’m not a hero anymore.” You swing the side of the gun across her temple and she collapses to the ground. Putting the safety on you tuck the gun in the back of your pants taking the keycard off her as well as her car keys. You walk back into the main room seeing a large duffle bag, heading back to the locker you shove everything into the bag leaving, as you get ready to leave you see a video feed of your training pulled up, it was when you fought after your first day of school. Thinking back at it you then realize how the League was able to figure you out when everyone disappeared in mud it didn’t hit you then but they had to have been Twice’s quirk. You head back towards Takeda’s office, grabbing the file off the desk and getting ready to leave the building.

As you pass by doors you see a familiar door written across your name ‘Halo’, you pause in front of the door remembering spending the past five years here before joining Hawks Agency. Pushing the door open the smell of dust fills your nose, it was like no one went in here. It wasn’t all that just the basic dresser to hold your clothes and your bed that faces the window showing the outside world. You remember staying up late looking at the skies, imagining yourself flying in the sky, the wind blowing through your hair. Sometimes you would hear a tap on the glass and you would see Keigo outside smiling and waving at you. He would always come to your window before heading down to properly greet you. How you wish you were back to having those simple dreams, turning to leave your foot hits something. You look down seeing the small Hawks plushie you had when you were younger, you had such great memories with the small toy, pretending you were fighting villains with him and every time you both would save the day. Picking it up seeing it was a little dirty from being in this room for five years you put it in your bag.

The cold air outside greets you once you leave the commission, almost kinda freeing everything that was hidden from you in the file. You drove home in Takeda’s car ditching it a few blocks away before walking the rest, the Agency is empty and quiet when you enter so you can easily head upstairs to your room. You close and lock the door behind you heading straight to your room, locking your bedroom door as well. You place the duffle bag on your bed and you open it up grabbing the file you take the handgun from your pants before putting it inside the bag underneath the bed. Sitting on your bed you open up the file trying to get as many important details and information as you would need.

You see there are pages dedicated to your progress in training with others and with Keigo as well. ‘Age 11: Halo is in contact with Hawks and seems to have a compatible relationship. Implant and enhancements went smoothly, cells were not hostile to Formula-2XE. Age 12: Halo is improving at a much faster rate than the others, faster than even Hawks did. Though has some defiance in her. Age 13: She is able to take down an adult male double her size. Skills in hand-to-hand combat and mastery in weaponry such as staff-wielding, knife throwing, and firearms are improving as well. Halo seems to favor combat with staff with her quirk. Age 14: Halo is a high opponent in her training and her classes. Thoughts of underwork missions when older will need to see more in her quirk. Age 15: Halo did well in her exams with the higher-ups but due to her quirk only being a mutation-type it is unsuitable for underground missions. Lacks any similarity to Hawks’ quirk except wing mutation, the mother’s quirk is unknown. Halo will later be under watch by Hawks, application to U.A. has gone through and will be joining next year.’ There were more details with pages dedicated to each year you were in the commission but you were more interested in the implant and what this formula is.

Flipping through the file you see it. Project NewGen was a project that the Hero Commission founded after All Might fought All for One for the first time. All Might was badly injured but continued hero work though not as efficiently, in case All for One did return stronger heroes were needed. After much trial and error from failed patients in an off-site location Formula-2XE was successful. 2XE grants the user increased stamina, strength, speed, and durability and increases the power of the user's quirk. 2XE was given to only the proteges of the Hero Commission, to limit the use of 2XE an implant was created, placed three inches into the left bicep. When a prodigy is proven ready they will have it removed. No protege has gotten the implant removed as deemed not ready. There was also a list of who had gotten the implant and you saw it was a huge number of heroes, you recognize some as trainers or people part of the commission you also see Keigo’s name, and your right after it, after yours however it says discontinued. Did they run out or did something happen to the formula? Continuing to read you see more stuff involving it. 2XE was given to each protege with the dosage getting stronger as it was given more testing with you having the highest dosage running through you but restricted with the implant. Formula-2XE was discontinued after a possible leak of the factory location. Last dose given to Y/n Takami (Halo). Then it was finished and there was nothing more after it was discontinued. How many heroes that used to be part of the commission had this implant in them was it a bad thing to keep it hidden, if we could all be stronger and faster heroes could have done much more in the world.

You feel sleep lulling you to go to bed so you close the file slipping it under your bed before crawling under the blankets letting sleep take over. When you woke up it was almost noon but you did fall asleep around one in the morning so your late start made sense. Getting up, you shower, and put on the medicine for the scars on your arm, face, and ribs so they wouldn’t hurt as much. You wrap bandages around your arm so the medicine wouldn’t get on your clothes and you place some on your ribs. You could see your back from the mirror, it had the most treatment with the healers so while your wings would come back in a while it just looks like there were two large scars between your shoulder blades where they used to be. You spent the day locked up in your room reading through the files trying to create a game plan, you need to figure out who you were.

Even if it meant leaving your life behind. If you tried to go to the heroes it would only take time and you wouldn’t get anywhere and you already had to find Dabi in Japan and defeat him. You know if you try to explain to them why you’re leaving it would make you feel guilty and you might not leave and if you tell them what you’re planning to do they might be able to find you. Your main goals were finding your father and finding Dabi, he was last seen with Shigaraki at Jaku but with the escape of All for One you don’t want to deal with him just Dabi. You also need to find your father. He was last seen in Hosu before disappearing, you would have to work hard to find him, he was a murderer and thief for years he’ll be able to hide if he needs to. You got a message from both Keigo and a message from Mina.

You open the one from Hawks, “Hey kid I know I haven’t been by often but how about we go to that restaurant that you like? You can always say no, that's fine just let me know. I’ll always be there for you no matter what.” A tear lands on the screen and wipes your face before any more can fall, you don’t respond heading to see what Mina texted,

“Hey Y/n we all miss you at U.A. please visit us when you can even if you just wanna talk <3” Their messages tempt you to just drop this ridiculous idea and just seek comfort from them but you know you can’t back down now.

You stop at the convenience store, grabbing a first aid kit, and as you are heading to check out you grab a box of hair dye that is much darker than your hair color. Paying in cash the cashier barely glances at you and you head home. Locked up in your bathroom you look much different now you have dyed your hair a much darker color and you cut it. Your hair is much shorter from when it was burned but with the not terrible but not good haircut, you gave yourself you would be that recognizable. (If your hair is black or already really short, leave the length the same or you dyed your hair lighter)

Drying your hair, you look over to the first aid kit open, and you take out some gauze, tweezers, numbing spray, and disinfectant spray. You also grab an x-acto knife to use. You find out the area where the implant is. It was a lot of squeezing around your arm before you felt it, it was probably as big as a toothpick. You spray the area you’re about to cut with disinfectant, killing the germs on you and then numbing spray. Removing the knife from the hot running water you spray it with disinfectant and then bring it to your arm, you feel knots form in your stomach as the x-acto knife touches your skin not digging in. You press down, wincing feeling it cut into your skin, just three inches in.

You drag the knife a bit longer than the implant along your skin, blood is covering the blade, and some roll down your arm onto your sink. Placing the blade down you take a deep breath before bringing your fingers around the cut feeling where the implant is and pushing it so it gets closer to the surface. You hiss in pain, closing your eyes as your arm begins to burn, you see a metal tube slightly and you grab the tweezers. Pressing them into your open cut you are trying to grab at the implant, you feel the tweezer hit something so you grab onto it and pull it. You drop the tweezers and implant onto a tray grabbing the sink as you try to breathe through the pain. Grabbing some wipes you clean up the blood on your hands and arm. Placing some butterfly bandages across the cut so it could heal together placing a large bandage around your arm. You pick up the implant it was completely metal and you saw it had a red flashing light. Dropping the implant, you crush it under your shoe and you throw it out in the trash. You start to clean up the first aid kit and the bathroom when you feel lightheaded.

You head back into your room looking at your clock seeing it was about 4 pm when you are hit with a wave of dizziness and you stumble to your bed collapsing passing out. Your dreams are empty just you sitting back in that dark room again, water covering the floor.

You are chained to the floor unable to move, you could hear someone call to you but you couldn’t do anything to figure out who it is and where it was coming from. When you woke up you felt like you are in a slight sugar rush, your senses seemed heightened and you felt different. Looking over at the clock you were only out for an hour, pushing your body up you head to the kitchen to grab something to eat. When your hand pulls on the door and you hear a loud rip, looking down you see the doorknob was in your hand. Your jaw drops. I guess I understand why the commission decided not to remove the implants from the proteges. Placing the doorknob on your dresser you slowly walk over to the kitchen afraid you were going to go speeding into a wall but end up sliding into the couch. You make all your movements extra slow and make some instant ramen before sitting down on the couch and turning on the news.

The constant coverage is on villains attacking the city and how heroes were stretched thin not able to cover all of Japan. The more you spent locked here the harder it was going to be to find Dabi and your father. It was dark when you went back to your room. You pull the duffle back from underneath your bed, and open it up, taking out the clothes and items inside. You see it was a costume much different from your original hero costume as well as other weapons.

Stripping your clothes leaving you in a sports bar and spandex shorts you pull on the outfit. You got dressed seeing each part of the costume it is a black halter top cropped top along with dark gray pants, it came with a belt attached to an upper thigh holster where you put the gun in strapping it in place, along with black boots that ends a bit above your ankle that was just part of it. It seems convenient that there weren't slots for your wings almost as if they knew you would lose them. You see that there was a small tech device and when you press on it wraps around your right arm in a full sleeve connecting to the shirt. There was gold and black scale plating on your forearm, your hand is also covered by a glove. It seems to have a cooling factor and it felt nice against the scars covering your arm. Your left arm has a long fingerless glove ending right before your elbow. Over top there is a sleeveless cloak that ends right at your knees in the front and a bit longer in the back, the pattern crossing each other. The cloak includes a hood and built into it is a mask to cover the bottom of your face. You are also given a vest that seems to be made of kevlar; bulletproof. Lastly, there is a belt going over the cloak. It had pouches that you fill with first aid and some cash that you had on you, the belt had another holster for a weapon on the side of your waist as well as a larger one at the back. (Outfit)

Looking in the mirror you are covered completely in blacks and grays except for the few highlighting details from the arm brace and from the inside of the cloak being a dark magenta color. You go back to your bed seeing two weapons, a decent size knife, the blade was intricate, curving towards the handle in sharp curves so if you stab someone when pulling back out it will do more damage. You holster the blade in the other holster as that is the one it was supposed to go to. The other one is a large staff that had black wrapping around where you would hold it for grip and right in the middle a silver metal band. You see in the middle of a set of three buttons two on one side of the staff and one on the other. Pressing down on both of the outer ones and blades coming out from the end of it the same blade shape as the knife, you press on the button closer to the middle the staff splits apart becoming two weapons just like at the Villa when Dabi burned your staff in half. Pushing the staff together it became one and you pressed the outer buttons and the blades went in. You place the staff in the back holster looking at the complete look. You look much different now, your costume and quirk made you seem innocent and pure-hearted but with the new costume and your new look, you look like the complete opposite.

Grabbing your phone you head out to the hallway now heading towards Keigo’s office, you blend into the shadows most of the cameras not ever picking up your movements. You enter the empty office, the lights from the city outside giving a faint light to the room. You knew the cash on you wouldn’t be much for you to last so while you're already on the morally corrupt side you head towards the safe in his office. He already has plenty of money. He won't miss it, moving the painting you see the safe in the wall, let’s hope this super strength works. Pulling your fist back you slam it against the safe denting it, grabbing onto the handle you pull the door clean off dropping it on the floor. You see enough cash to last you a while but you only fill what one pocket can hold. There is some left but you don’t want to weigh it down much as it would be spent on food and places to stay. You look back at the office, you spent many days sitting in a chair next to his desk doing schoolwork the commission gave you when you were over here as he did paperwork. You head to his desk and you see a photo next to his computer, it was a photo of the two of you the first day you were able to live here. You had a big goofy smile on your face and Keigo had his arm wrapped around your shoulder and a grin on his face as well. Though you told yourself you weren’t going to write anything you write a quick note before placing something on the desk, leaving the office then sneaking out of the Agency leaving your home behind.

With your enhanced self, you were able to run over to U.A. not feeling winded at all jumping over buildings as you feel the wind push the hood off your face. With the heightened security, you see a truck coming towards the campus and you hop in the back and they drive right onto the campus and you're safe. You jump out rolling a bit from your landing, before running over towards Heights Alliance. The lights to the dorms as off only the outdoor lights illuminate your path towards the door, pushing the door open as you enter the building, the glow from the moon giving a faint light through the window. The couches were still pushed together from the Hot Pot and you felt a bit of nostalgia, remembering studying with your classmates or the few times you hung out with them, you remember one time you stole a bag of chips that was Bakugo though you didn’t know when he asked if those were his chips anger written on his face.

You grabbed the last chip from the bag, finishing it by crumpling up the bag before looking at him with the most nonchalant face, “What chips?” Half of the class had to hold him back from killing you.

You look once around placing the small note down and you hear the elevator door ding and you bolt it out of there the only thing the person hears is a door close. It was sunrise and you watch the sun climb the sky from your view. Your all-nighter didn’t bother you because of your unusual sleep yesterday, the city looks great from up here seeing some cars driving on the road but mainly empty. It felt weird being on your own but you had to do it, looking at your messages you see the old conversation with him. Unknown well you know now was Dabi, the last message between the two of you was the location and that was it. Whatever rage took over for a second and your fingers are typing across the screen and you press send.

“I will kill you Touya Todoroki.”

That was a promise, you shut your phone off before chucking it off the building rooftop you stood on. Now you are alone you get up pulling the hood and mask up. Now your first location. Hosu City.

Somewhere in Japan Dabi lays on a couch looking over the scars littering his body when he hears his phone buzz. Sitting up and grabbing his phone he sees the message. A smirk grows on his face, and now the final battle begins. “See you soon Songbird.”

When Hawks enters the Agency after being gone he wasn’t expecting his employees to come to him saying someone had broken in. He rushes to his office seeing his office in decent shape but the door to his safe is dented and on the floor almost three grand missing. He got nervous to see if anything was missing when he saw something on his desk, it was a Hawks plushie the colors slightly faded he hadn’t seen this thing in years remembering you always holding it. He picks up the note seeing it addressed to him.

“I’m sorry Keigo. I'm sorry for treating you like crap and hurting you. I’ll miss you brother. Don’t come looking for me. -Y/n” he drops the note rushing over to your room, the door busting open as he looks around though nothing looks out of the ordinary.

Pushing open the bathroom door he sees the first aid kit open though missing a few items and an x-acto knife on a bloodied tray and some blood on the sink and floor. He pushes the door open to your bedroom that lacks a doorknob and it was empty, the duffle bag still on your bed and lying next to it was a file, picking it up a piece of paper falls out of it reading it says “Formula-2XE (Latest Patient: Y/n Takami a.k.a Halo)” He drops the paper and looks at the small toy held in his hand bringing it up to his face tears run down his face as he breaks down. He just got you back and now you left.

Back at U.A. Class 1-A is confused at the notes they received at their doors.

“Hey, guys! This is insane! Midoriya left a letter on my door!” Mineta yells out waving around the piece of paper,

“You got one too?!” Kaminari says the whole class was confused by the similar letters they all received.

“Guys…” Mina says she was holding a second letter, her eyes full of tears as they look at her in worry, “It’s Y/n.” In the single letter addressed to the class, it says

“I’m sorry for leaving you all but I will miss all of you. Don’t try looking for me. Tell Midoriya I’m sorry. -Y/n Takami”. With the note, a simple bracelet Midoriya got you held in Mina’s hand.

The whole class is distraught by both you and Midoriya’s disappearance, neither of you knowing the other is gone. Todoroki stands to the side unease in his gut knowing his friend is gone but also worried because he knows why you left. You say you were going to do it before he and his father could stop him. You were going to kill Touya Todoroki.

And in April both you and Midoriya had left U.A. off to fight your monsters.

A/N: THAT'S THE FIRST ARC! I hope you all enjoyed reading this as I have written this! What's gonna happen now with our dear MC now that she's gone rogue?! Second Arc coming soon! 💕

#fallen angel series #fallen angel #midoriya x y/n #midoriya x reader #izuku midoriya x reader #izuku midoriya #mha x reader #hawks x reader #pro hero hawks #keigo tamaki #yandere dabi #mha dabi #dabi x female reader #mha war arc #mha spoilers

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zetmns · 9 months

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Oh, forgot I was supposed to make request for Hugo!

Do you know that Cameron had an alternate ending for the movie, where Hugo survives?

"In a reel of concept art put together in 2005, back when producer James Cameron was still developing what was originally called Battle Angel Alita, Hugo and Alita’s meeting on the cables to Zalem actually ended with our hero maintaining her grip on her boyfriend. Bound by love, and a common cause, they descend back to Earth, happily ever after.

Strangely enough, this ending saw Alita herself being the one pursued, as her memories of her mission to destroy Zalem inspire her to be the one that snaps. Hugo talks her down, almost gets destroyed in the process, and the two return home as we see in the rest of the reel."

There was also a video on YouTube speculating what if Alita managed to save Hugo in the movie.

I think you can try to use that as a prompt, if you want ^^

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Pairing: Hugo x gn! Cyborg!Reader

warnings!: language, mention of gore and murder

a:n: this is so cool! Also this version would have been so cool as the actual endgame plot of the movie but ig it wouldn’t make us much sense to even make a second movie but I miss Hugo ( also this Is a cool prompt Ty!) unfortunately I couldn’t see the concept art because the account was terminated but I’m going off what was described thank you!

Wait! Please!” Hugo yelled chasing after you on the cables elevating zalem the brease of the altitude flowing thru his hair. One of his last humanly parts after the.. zapan incident

“please don’t do this you don’t know what could happen!” He yelled to you tears welling in his eyes at the thought of what this could lead to

“Hugo think of what nova has done! He just gets to live in Zalem after destroying so many peoples life’s!” You turned to him tears falling out of your eyes and Hugo. who stared at you with guilt and sadness in his brown eyes

“What he did to you.. tricked you with one of his puppets.. took your body.. everything that made you human, if we can’t live peacefully in zalem like we wanted neither can he” you said turning back to descend higher on the zalem Cabels steps guiding you thru the high levels of altitude before a hand on your wrist stopped you

you hadn’t even realized he’d caught up so quickly to you to angry to think of anything else you couldn’t just let

He stared at you his eyebrows knitted together in a sad tone

“please come back I’m not gone. I swear I won’t be anytime soon I’m not loosing you again so please just.. just come down and we can think more rationally about this” he said softly, almost scared he didn’t have the right words

“I hate that prick nova as much as you but his puppets are gone..and I’m sure he’s not gonna come down from his comfort of zalem just to deal with us” he said with a soft smile and Tilt of his head. Even in such a situation he found a way to bring his sarcastic personality into this

you didn’t look at him for a moment thinking. This was your job to destroy nova. To destroy zalem and the rich bastards that stole the ability to live peacefully from the rest of the world.

but.. was it? It had been years since the war life for you could be peaceful you could take yourself away from the fighting.. at least you could try shy away from the fighting that plagued you and your old friends live away your life with Hugo

you looked back at him letting out a shaky breath and a glance back to zalem and back to him you opened your mouth to speak but nothing came out instead you nodded hesitantly

you placed your hand in his and smiled softly at him “ okay” you said agreeing to come down with him he let out a breath he didn’t know he was holding in he smiled softly and nodded his head vigorously

“okay.” He said taking your hand in his he turned to the ground and took with you to get back to the ground

to get back to your lives. The ones you could now try to live out peacefully with Hugo because that’s what this was about now not war. Not zalems destruction. Not nova

but you and Hugo. And the life this could lead to

Hello dear ^^! I’m so sorry thsi took like a month for me to even start Im a bit backed up with school starting up and learning French and all 😅 I’m also a sorry this was so short but nonethe less I hope u like it !

#Hugo x Reader #alita battle angel x reader #hugo alita battle angel #Alita battle angel #keean johnson

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angelofrainfrogs · 3 months

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Going Back: Ch. 9

~Coauthored by @zeitghest~

Fandom(s): Five Nights At Freddy’s: Security Breach

Description: Things are looking up for Gregory. After putting the soul of a formerly-immortal killer to rest, he and his new family can finally begin their lives anew. Sure, Gregory might have been cursed with mysterious Remnant in exchange for being involved in this mess—not to mention his caretakers consist of sentient robots and ghosts… But there’s no doubt that the bond they share is unbreakable. They love him, and he in turn.

All in all, life is finally starting to go right for once.

…Unfortunately, true peace is a hard-won battle. There are other things to contend with besides William’s decrepit soul, and Gregory will learn that his role in the lives of the Aftons and Emilys is far greater than anyone could’ve imagined.

Rating: T

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Bonnie’s approach was lackadaisical, strolling casually beside Freddy as he watched the kid doze off completely. The sugar and adrenaline crash hit Gregory hard, and by the time they piled into the elevator for the attraction the boy was practically asleep in Freddy's arms. Curiously, Bonnie reached out and brushed the shaggy hair away from Gregory’s face, asking Freddy when out of earshot from the others: “So… since when did you want to be a Papa Bear, ol’ sport?”

The rabbit was still somewhat confused by the whole thing. Their AIs desired the safety and protection of all kids, this was true—but Freddy became so devoted to this sole child so fast…

“Oh… it was a rather sudden decision,” Freddy murmured, his gaze moving slowly between Gregory and his old companion. Taking a seat at a table near the lanes, Freddy patted the empty chair by his side with a soft smile. “You and I need to have a long conversation about what you missed, old friend. But for now I will say that it was a combination of many factors that led to the situation Gregory and I are in now. He is such a brave boy and helped with things you cannot even fathom at the moment.”

As he explained, Freddy absently ran his fingers through Gregory’s hair. “Michael influenced my decision greatly. He and I were, ah… bonded, for lack of a better term, and his humanity rubbed off on me—which only heightened my desire to protect and care for Gregory.”

Looking up at Bonnie’s absolutely confused gaze with a measured one of his own, Freddy could see him desperately trying to understand. He didn’t like keeping his friend in the dark, but he also didn’t want to overload his circuits. Still, he could at least give him something to dwell on before they got to talk one on one.

“You have seen and accepted that Evan is a ghost. This may or may not come as a surprise, but so are Michael and Charlie. However, before they got these android bodies they needed other vessels, and Michael happened to pick mine. It is a wonder what a human soul can do to a simple piece of coding.”

Bonnie sat and listened, absorbing the words Freddy told him. He wished to understand how people had souls that could imprint their marks into machines and computers... Was Freddy different now?

Bonnie seemed off-put for a mere second before dismissing the thought entirely, his bunny nose twitching. Freddy was the same as before. But what he felt was real.

“A human soul really made you feel this way?” the rabbit asked tentatively, eyebrows scrunched. It was an incredible thing to come to understand. “When did you realize? Y’know, that you felt human?”

“When did I know?” Freddy hummed, tilting his head. “Hmm... that is a good question. I suppose it was more of a feeling than an exact moment. The night I met those three, there came a time when Gregory and I were in a bit of distress.”

Freddy grimaced slightly at the memory of Monty chasing them on the catwalks. It was a far cry from the friendly gator they'd just encountered in the golf course not thirty minutes before. “Of course my goal was to protect the child, but when I saw Gregory in such a dire situation something in me just... snapped. I realized that this urge to protect far exceeded anything my programming would allow, and I was thinking with my heart instead of my head.”

The redhead smiled down at the boy in his lap. “It was not long after we were safely out of that situation that Gregory first called me 'dad,' and then I could deny it no longer: I felt things—emotions. True emotions. I wanted to care for him and keep him safe, and I wanted to do the same for Michael and Charlie. I felt happy at the thought of protecting them, thinking of how wonderful things would be when set to rights again. After that it was simply a matter of timing and fate as to how I ended up in this body, holding Gregory as I am now.”

Bonnie listened, the look on his face uncharacteristically stoic and unanimated as he absorbed the meaning of what Freddy was talking about. He clenched and unclenched his hand against his bowling shirt. A brief flash of thought crossed his mind; a vague question of, ‘Can I feel things?’ as he watched the small family by the bowling lanes begin to wrestle. He didn’t quite feel all the emotions that Freddy described to him when watching the kids, though Bonnie felt himself becoming closer—but that could be chalked up to simple prolonged exposure.

That didn’t explain the weird stints of unmistakable jealousy he felt when others appeared to be getting along better with Freddy than him, though. He wasn’t programmed for jealousy; the emotion was ugly and unnecessary for entertaining robots.

“A human soul…,” Bonnie repeated wistfully. He looked on as Liz practically tackled both Charlie and Michael to retrieve her brother from their clutches. He chuckled at this display and unhealthily pushed down the false 'emotions,' ignoring them and hoping they would simply scatter with time. Still, it begged Bonnie to ask curiously: “Do you ever feel… bad?”

Freddy’s gaze sharpened, locked onto his old friend’s face as if searching for something. After a moment Freddy let out a small sigh.

“Yes,” he admitted softly. “I feel bad things, too. That is the trouble with these silly emotions—the good ones are amazing, but you must also contend with the negative ones. I have felt anger before—a white-hot, burning thing that I previously could not even comprehend. I have felt scared, annoyed, and anxious, among many other things.

“But regardless of how these emotions might make me feel about others, you are still my dearest friend,” Freddy reassured with his signature grin that crinkled the corners of his eyes. After a moment’s pause, Freddy’s brow furrowed slightly, a knowing light in his bright eyes. “I have been meaning to ask: how are you feeling, Bon? Besides what your internal diagnostics tell you, that is. Or, I suppose I should say—can you give me an answer to that question right now? It is perfectly alright if not, I am simply… curious.”

How did he feel? Well, besides from the sudden tight—grateful?—wave of emotion he got from Freddy's assurance, he was feeling strangely. Could Freddy tell there was something wrong with him? Bonnie could sense something wrong. Yet with every background diagnostic test he ran that turned up negative, he wondered if it was all in his head.

“I’m… weird, Fredbear,” Bonnie answered, glancing to others to see they’d moved down the lanes to be fully in the company of the Emilys. “I've been running diagnostics for two days and found nothing wrong. But I swear I feel things, too... Things never in my programming. Not like you, though; you get all the nice things. The best thing my database can liken these to are… self-doubt and jealousy.”

When his eyes shifted back to see a worried expression on Freddy’s face, Bonnie elaborated with wide eyes. “I'm fine! Really, I know these are just programming bugs. Something I'll have to tell Boss-man about later. I'll be alright, Fred.”

Maybe Michael’s soul did something while he was working on his decommissioned body? Though Freddy said they had to be bonded, whatever that means, for those emotions to imprint upon him.

For just a second, Freddy’s worry slipped into an ache of sympathetic hurt. He’d been lucky—Michael was a good soul, and therefore had seemed to transfer mostly positive emotions. It wasn’t that Freddy couldn’t feel jealousy or self-doubt too, and Michael’s anxiety certainly seemed to take a toll on Freddy’s already amped-up concern for others. But the boy was nothing compared to his father. Who knew what sort of influence William’s soul would have on an animatronic, even as sweet a character as Bonnie?

Freddy didn’t doubt they could work through anything in time, but he hated to see his friend grapple with such confusion.

“There is nothing wrong with you, Bonnie,” Freddy said once he’d composed himself, his face once again a mask of serene calm. His voice was low and soothing, coupled with a tight squeeze of the rabbit’s paw. “And I am certain you will be just fine. Tomorrow, you and I are going to have a long chat about what happened while you were out of commission—just the two of us. Hopefully things will start to make more sense afterwards, but until then please try not to worry so much. Fretting about things is my job.”

The ursine man finally cracked a grin, slipping his hand out of Bonnie’s to lightly push the rabbit’s shoulder.

“Just what do you have to be jealous about anyway? The new friends I have met are wonderful, but they are no comparison to my best friend of unquantifiable years.” A light chuckle escaped his lips. “I came running straight to you when I heard you were back online, you know.”

Bonnie couldn’t help but laugh as he shrugged off Freddy’s playful shove. “You came runnin' huh? Aw, shucks.”

It was less of a way to tease his friend and more of a reassurance that Freddy didn't forget about him. No one did. Everyone still loved him and people were probably hoping one day for his joyous return back to the Glamrock crew.

“Yeah, that sounds so silly when you put it that way... And you know what? I should be happy Monty's got a whole big attraction for himself now! He deserves it for how hard he works,” Bonnie said, the dopey, sweet bunny returning the more he worked through those negative emotions. It wasn't long before he gently rested the side of his head on the top of Freddy's own. “Thanks for listenin,' Fredbear.”

“Anytime,” Freddy promised, chuckling as Bonnie aggressively nuzzled their heads together. Seconds after the pair sat up straight Michael appeared, huffing as he pulled out a chair across the table from them. With a raised eyebrow, Freddy asked: “Is everything alright?”

“Yeah,” Mike replied, a grin twitching up the corner of his mouth despite his attempt to keep an exasperated expression. “They’re all ganging up against me, so I left them to their own devices; hopefully they’ll harass Sammy instead.”

“I see; how gracious of you,” Freddy commented, clear sarcasm in his voice. Michael flashed a real grin and leaned his elbows on the table, resting his chin on his palms.

“Thank you! How’s Gregory? He looks totally passed out.”

“He is alright. You know how erratic his sleep schedule is—he probably just had a bit too much excitement at once,” Freddy said, running a hand through Gregory’s hair once more.

“We really need to fix that…” Michael grimaced briefly, then let out a snort. “He looks so calm and peaceful when he’s asleep; not like a little terror at all. Don’t you think, Bonnie?” Pale blue eyes flickered to the rabbit’s, showing he hadn’t been forgotten about.

Gregory's chest rose and fell deeply as they spoke. The kid was in such a deep state of sleep that a thing line of drool began to seep from the corner of his mouth. It was adorable—though worrisome that his schedule had been interrupted so frequently. It seemed the only time he could truly rest was when he completely ran out of energy, his mutated stamina still no match for the very nature of exhaustion.

“You kiddin' me? Look—that kid's plotting our destruction as we speak,” Bonnie replied, pointing down at Gregory with a rounded purple finger. “I think we may be dealing with some form of criminal mastermind here...”

“Mm, good point,” Michael conceded, narrowing his eyes and staring hard at the sleeping boy. His pensive expression only cracked when Freddy noticed the drool and wiped it away with his sleeve and a soft click of his tongue.

“Oh, hush you two,” Freddy chuckled, looking between the pair with a grin. He was so happy to see Michael and Bonnie getting along it was infectious. Tilting his head in question, Freddy asked: “What time is it, Michael? I feel as though we may need to leave soon…”

“You’ve got a phone now, you know,” Mike said, though he didn’t hesitate to take his out and check the display. “Yeah, I think I should take Liz and Evan back down to Henry so we can head out.” He stood, stretching out his arms before glancing at Freddy with a slight frown. “Oh damn; we didn’t get to talk about Gregory’s situation.”

“Hmm.” Freddy glanced down at his son, then let out a small sigh. “As much as I hate to disturb him either, this is an important topic. How about I come with you?”

“Sounds good,” Michael agreed, then stepped over to Bonnie and clapped the rabbit on the shoulder. “It’s good to finally hang out with you, Bon; we’ll touch base again when I come back for my next shift, okay?”

Excitedly, Bonnie curled his paws into fists and held them by his chest as he looked to Michael.

“It's going to be so fun workin' with ya!” he predicted.

When the end of the week was up and the Pizzaplex returned to normalcy after a period of strangeness, it was be obvious his new coworkers would provide some much missed fun to Bonnie Bowl. Upon looking over to said ghost children, it seemed they’d overpowered the Emilys, with both Charlie and Sam being bullied by the two after Sammy dared to call them runts. Liz was still too fast for them and had Sam's arm in a lock behind his back.

“Lizzie! Lizzie, come on! Sam is actually old! You can't rough him up like that!” Charlie attempted to separate them with much difficulty.

Sam shot her a glare, griping to his sister with a bellow: “I am not old! I'm middle-aged at most, but I don't look it!”

“No—” Charlie answered, trying to hide her laugh as she told her twin. “—it’s worse: you just look like Dad...”

“What?!” Samuel shouted, causing Liz to let go as he nearly tumbled into Charlie and Evan.

Michel had moved to the other group for damage control, snagging the Aftons by their shirt collars before they could launch another attack. With a raised eyebrow he asked Sam: “They giving you trouble?”

“Nooooo!” Evan insisted, wriggling in his brother’s grip. He knew full well Michael sent them after Sammy intentionally, but before he could call his brother out Mike went on.

“Uh-huh. Well, Sam, you’re about to be saved—time to go back to Uncle Henry.” Michael released his siblings, then jerked a thumb over his shoulder to where Freddy and Bonnie were saying their goodbyes. “Freddy and Gregory are coming with us to see you off. You want to join, Charlie?” His gaze flickered to Sam with a wry grin. “You’re welcome to come too—if you can handle it, grandpa.”

Completely unaware that Michael had been the one to set the dogs of war loose upon him, Sam looked to his good friend with gratitude. He wasn’t the same relatively meek and stoic kid he had forced himself to grow into. Being with Michael and the others reminded him of what a hell-raiser he used to be with the others.

“Again with the old man crap—” Sam tutted, cracking the aching knuckles on his hands as he rejoined the group. “—aren’t you a month older than me?”

“He's right, Mikey,” Charlie pointed out, willing to stop picking on her biological brother to turn the tide on her best friend. “You are the oldest, technically.”

Michael narrowed his eyes, crossing his arms over his chest as he glared between the Emilys. “Oh sure, rub it in on me, why don’t you?”

“I mean, you are suuuuper old,” Evan added with a shit-eating grin, not unlike his big brother’s. “Like… ancient!”

“Okay, okay, chill out!” Michael snipped, shoving Evan unsteadily off his feet… though he did feel a minor swell of pride at his little brother’s sass. “You’re only a few years younger than me, damn.”

“Come on, everyone!” Freddy called as he walked over, now with his other arm wrapped around Gregory. “Let us get going before Henry starts to worry.”

“Honestly Sammy, you should take a rest,” Michael said, his tone softening as he amiably patted his back, though his lips were still quirked up in a smirk. “Anyone needs to recover after dealing with the Aftons all day.”

This was what made all the jeers and jokes worth it, knowing his friends really did have his best interests at heart. Sam scratched at his growing beard and reasoned silently about getting a few hours of sleep in his office before the dayshift showed up. If Samuel could see himself now, he might ask his own reflection who the old insomniac was and what they were doing inside his Mall...

“Heh—” Sam laughed, fixing his glasses as if hiding the heavy bags there. “—alright, I could squeeze in a few hours of rest. Then it's back to work.” Sam quick leaned on Michael, giving him a rough hug to communicate his thanks where words wouldn't suffice.

“Make sure Charlie doesn't pick her nose too much while I'm gone,” he asked of Mike, earning a slap on the shoulder from his sister. She gasped at the accusation while Lizzie just raised her finger to laugh at the group.

“Ew, Charlie you don't still pick your nose, do you?” Liz managed to ask through her giggles, which led to Charlie shaking Liz by her shoulders.

“I never did! He's a dirty fibber!” she asserted, throwing a glare Sam’s way.

“Oh no, she totally does—eeevery day,” Michael added, then turned fast on his heel and dashed towards the exit with Charlie in hot pursuit.

“Goodness…,” Freddy chuckled, shaking his head at their antics. He looked to Sam, offering him a smile. “I hope you get a solid nap in, Sam—and thank you again for these!” A pat of his pants pocket indicated the slim outline of his phone. “We will be sure to stay in touch.”

“Bye, Sammy!” Evan piped up, giving his old friend a quick hug on his leg before pulling Lizzie after Charlie and Michael. Freddy lifted Gregory’s rag doll-like hand in a little wave to the CEO then followed after the young Aftons, flashing Bonnie another gleaming smile as they piled into the elevator.

Samuel would retire to his office, heading off after parting ways with Bonnie—though that rabbit was no longer content to stay in Bonnie Bowl either. Without a guard to tell him otherwise, the distracted bunny would travel aimlessly through the Pizzaplex as he used to.

Upon arriving in the basement, it seemed the other children had been running around and leaving their mark while Henry worked tirelessly. Scorched items from the old dinner had made their way around the hidden workshop. Torn, half-melted plushies and collectors’ items were scattered haphazardly with evidence of being abandoned after the ghosts grew bored of their novelty. As soon as they crossed the door, Charlie was quick to ambush her hardworking father with a bear hug.

“Dad! Whatcha working on?” she interrogated.

“AH!” Henry was so focused on the schematics he was working on he hadn’t heard his daughter’s stealthy approach. He would’ve jumped a few feet in the air if her firm grip hadn’t cinched him in place. “Christ! I oughta put a bell on you guys!” He chuckled, giving Charlie a quick kiss on the cheek. “Hi, sweetheart.”

“Hey, Uncle Henry!” Michael greeted with a wave. As he stepped up to the Emilys, Henry was quick to shuffle a few papers around, causing Mike to raise an eyebrow. “What are you working on?”

“Oh, I’m thinking of repurposing some earlier drafts of your androids so others can have bodies, too,” Henry explained, wrapping his arm around Charlie’s waist. He grinned, swinging Charlie around to show her the workbench of papers. “You’re going to like this one—take a guess who it’s for.”

The schematic on top showed two images side by side: one of the generic inner workings of an android, and the other a distinctive “outer casing” that showed a sketched overview of what it would look like. The body was short and lanky with a bob of wavy black hair. Upon closer inspection the face seemed to take inspiration from Charlie’s, sharing almost all the same features except for the eyes being a smidge larger for even more expressive capabilities.

Charlie speculated for a bit. The design for the animatronic looked so darn familiar. She cocked her head to the side as she let go of her father in contemplation before grasping Mike’s shoulder and shaking him with a gasp. “Look! It's the Marionette! Doesn't she look good?”

The design Henry gave her was so cutesy. With Henry's plans to retrofit the old AIs into newer bodies, she marveled at the possibilities. Would the public need to know that she was just a robot? Did it matter? After all, Puppet could probably pass for a college girl starting her first internship were she to hang around the Pizzaplex.

“Dad, your genius is showing,” Charlie warned him in a joking manner, soaking in the blueprints and designs for her longtime animatronic friend.

“Is it?” Henry said with a slightly embarrassed laugh, rubbing the back of his neck. “Really, making another android isn’t going to be too hard—it’s really just a matter of retrofitting a model you’re not using, finessing the outer casing, then uploading the AI. Although, Freddy already proved that was a big success!”

“Puppet is going to love this,” Freddy praised, peering down at the drawing as well. Gregory was sure to get a kick out of this, and seeing as they needed to wake him up anyway Freddy reasoned this was the perfect opportunity. He gave the boy a light squeeze, speaking softly. “Wake up, superstar; we have something exciting to show you!”

With every step and jostle, Gregory didn't move an inch on his own. It was oddly adorable that Gregory only stirred at the sound of Freddy gently beckoning him back to the waking world. The little man rubbed his eyes, groaning that he’d fallen asleep so easily when he tried to fight it so badly. Barely remembering the last half an hour of their fun in the Pizzaplex, Gregory smacked the drool from his lips with a grumpy look on his face.

“Huh? Wuzzat?” he muttered, glowing eyes blinking unfocused at the plans on the desk.

Charlie offered a smile, speaking a little louder to try and wake the boy further. “It's going to be Marionette's new model! She'll be able to talk to us now. Isn't that cool, Gregory?”

Charlie burned to know what he thought. Even though she technically designed the first Puppet, she felt bad with how many kids were scared off by one of her best friends. Hopefully this design didn't freak Gregory out too badly—ironically, she noticed how stand-offish he became around humans.

Tilting his head to the side, Gregory scanned the blue paper and accidentally murmured out loud: “It's Charlie, but cuter—”

Which Charlie was quick to react to. She pinched his cheek and shook his face, thoroughly waking him up now as she asked: “What?! What's that supposed to mean, you little twerp—”

Michael snorted, quick to snatch Gregory out of Freddy’s arms and save him from Charlie’s attack. Setting him down and taking on the role of human shield, Mike held out a palm for Gregory to high-five behind his back. “Nice one.”

“I’m glad she has your approval,” Henry said, crossing his arms and leaning casually against the workbench while he watched the interaction with a grin. “I haven’t even showed Mari yet, so you guys were the first opinions I got!”

“Mari?” Michael quirked up an eyebrow, and Henry nodded.

“Mm-hmm; I tried out the nickname last time she was down here and she seemed to like it—I thought it would suit the new look.”

Michael looked at the drawing again, then gave his own nod of approval. “Yeah, it does! She’s going to be really happy, Henry.”

Gregory snickered, sticking his tongue out at Charlie as his brother stepped in to save him from her onslaught. He peeked around Michael's back to glance back at the blueprint. “She was just supposed to be a security robot, right?”

Gregory was heavily attached to the Puppet. She and Charlie had protected him more than a few times. Though he always wondered if it was Charlie's selfless attitude that rubbed off on Mari, or if it was the never-ending protocol of a robot's design that kept them fervently fighting for him when they were bonded... Now, Gregory and the rest could finally pick her brain.

“Oh, she was the best!” Charlie answered for her father. Beaming at her one and only creation and contribution to the Fazbear Family line, she reminisced on the fun they had together. “I don't care if the other kids thought she was creepy! She kept the diner pretty safe. She could play a music box and give out prizes, and she was the first model that could think and react.”

Charlie was attached to the toy in more ways than one. It had become her comfort friend after Evan's passing. Those few months shutting everyone out and just hanging out with the Marionette had turned out to do her more harm than good in the end...

“That she was,” Henry confirmed, patting Charlie’s shoulder. “I think she turned out pretty damn well, all things considered. Oh, oops—pretend I didn’t curse, kiddo.” He flashed a grin at Gregory. “Next time Mari comes down here, I’ll get her approval. Then it’s just a few minor tweaks and we can start working! I’d love for you to help, Mike.”

“Of course!” Michael readily agreed, more surprised his uncle would consider the possibility of him not assisting with something like this. “Gregory can help with the transfer part, too—we’ve got to keep those skills up!”

Freddy listened to the conversation with a smile, glad to see Gregory included. He knew his son would jump at the chance to give more of his robot friends a body just like he’d done for Freddy.

Right—my son.

A slight frown crossed Freddy’s face as he recalled the looming topic at hand. Upon a lull in the conversation, the redhead cleared his throat. “There is another topic we need to discuss tonight before we leave. It involves the children, although I think Henry should be made aware of it as well. Superstar, can you please grab your friends and bring them over?”

Michael ran another hand through Gregory’s hair, though this touch was much softer and soothing. He’d seen the boy tense up at the mention of the pressing topic that, frankly, scared his entire family more than Gregory realized.

For all that Gregory had been preparing for, he felt a self-doubt for one single moment. That was before he felt Michael’s encouraging hand brush through his hair. The look he had been given by his family had bolstered his courage and Gregory gave them a silent but strong nod before running off into the darkness.

“I’ll be right back!” he promised, knowing he could find them even in the blackest shadows.

As his body and mind went through changes, Gregory knew he wasn’t normal anymore. His enhanced eyesight made it easier for him to make out shapes and faces in the dark. It was in one such corner where he found the majority of his spirit friends had gathered. They were hanging around outside the employee entrance in the back of the burned diner.

“Look who finally decided to wake up!” shouted a cheeky Elizabeth, nudging both Evan and Cassidy who resided on either side of her. It only mildly interrupted their game of pretend with the plushies where it looked as if the all the Fazbear characters they gathered had ganged up on the bunny in the middle…

“It’s about time!” Cassidy jeered, looking at Gregory with a short-lived sneer. “We need someone to play Bonnie. Wanna join?”

Gregory spared a laugh at the odd session of pretend. “Hard pass—I actually came to ask you all a favor. Where’s the others?” He stepped closer, looking around for Hannah and the other ghosts he was told had found their ways into their little group.

“Inside; gimme a sec!” Evan volunteered, hopping to his feet and running to the back door. Instead of actually opening it he simply stuck his head through the metal, calling out: “Hey, guys! Gregory’s here!”

Hannah was the first to emerge from the diner, phasing through the door and looking around. Spotting Gregory, her face lit up in a huge grin and she walked over to give him a quick hug. “Hi! I feel like I haven’t seen you in forever!”

“Hannah—” he said, feeling an involuntary and goofy grin pull at his lips while trying to explain himself. “—I wanted to see you sooner. We had a lot of stuff to do and I couldn’t find you.”

That was when he caught Cassidy whispering into Evan’s ear. Paranoia briefly took hold of him, wondering if his friends could see what Gregory felt was obvious to everyone. But it was really just the old ghost warning Evan about the twins coming by to hoist Gregory from the ground by each arm.

“Hey, Smith, you forgot about us, too!” Quinn gripped, taking an index finger soaked in an odd ectoplasm from being in his mouth and shoving it roughly into Gregory’s ear canal—thoroughly embarrassing him as Gregory attempted to shake from their grasp.

“GROSS! Shit—I’m sorry guys! Kn-Knock it off!” the smaller boy griped, flailing harder with no avail as his face turned a bright red from the shame of still being bullied by the neighborhood goons.

“Stop that!” Hannah snapped, raising both hands and giving the twins an identical smack to the backs of their heads. “It’s not Gregory’s fault any of this happened—it was those psycho bunny furries. We’ve been over this, morons.”

Evan stood between Lizzie and Cassidy, wringing his hands nervously. He liked Hannah—she was sweet and friendly and in a vague sort of way reminded him of how Charlie was in their youth while they were all still alive.

Cain and Quinn, though? They made him anxious. While Hannah reminded him of his kind friend, the boys reminded him of his brother in the prime of his tormenting phase. The twins had quickly been curbed of any real desire to harass Evan after their first “prank” ended up with the boy nearly hyperventilating on the floor, crying as Cassidy lost her absolute mind. She’d only been prevented from beating the ever-loving shit out of them by Hannah and Liz literally holding her back—although they did allow her one solid punch each for them to really learn their lesson. Since then Cain and Quinn were wary of the company Evan kept, and while they didn’t actively go out of their way to avoid him they definitely made a point to only play nice lest his guard-friend attacked again… or worse, they somehow incurred his siblings' wrath.

“OW! Hannah, don’t hit so hard!” shouted Cain, rubbing the back of his head. Neither experienced pain after their deaths, unless it was a corrective smack from one of the other ghosts. As Gregory was dropped to his feet, he furiously rubbed the gross goop leaking from his ear.

“Serves you jerks right! I didn’t even do this to you…” He huffed, cursing himself mentally. They’d never help if he kept insulting them. With a grateful glance sent towards Hannah, Gregory’s head whipped around to hear Lizzie speak up.

“Guys—Gregory was about to ask us something,” she reminded the group, curiously invested in whatever adventure the kid had in store now. He thanked Liz with a curt nod.

“I need your help. It’s… real serious. Those jerks that made me live with them are looking for me.” Gregory spoke with a rare tightness to his voice. Looking back on the twins, their combined shit-eating grins fell into what Gregory assumed was genuine worry. They were annoying and mean, but not heartless.

“You mean Rita and Terry, right? Fuck, dude…” Quinn rubbed the back of his neck. He wouldn’t have picked on Gregory so hard just then if he’d known what was going on. They’d seen firsthand the shit Gregory went through at the hands of his foster parents, and their pranks were literal child’s play in comparison.

At Gregory’s nod of confirmation, Cain spoke up after his brother. “What can we do to help?”

Perking up, Gregory’s smile grew back into a recognizably evil smirk, one that Cassidy picked out right away—as the girl had slowly become the patron saint of mischief within their ranks. “Follow me, and we’ll make a plan together.”

Herding them together, Cassidy couldn’t wait to unleash terror onto Gregory’s old family. They began their short trek back to the workshop portion of the basement towards the only trustworthy adults the group knew.

***

“Alright, while it’s just us, fill me in,” Henry said once Gregory left the room, keeping an eye on the door he’d disappeared through. “What’s going on?”

Freddy let out a heavy sigh. “Gregory’s foster parents have come looking for him.”

There was a heavy pause, in which Henry seemed to be waiting for a follow-up. When Freddy remained quiet, the man scratched his beard, a deep crease between his eyebrows. “Wait, so… this kid you adopted actually has a family?! What the hell were you all thinking?!”

Charlie’s brows flew up to her hairline, waving her arms to garner her father’s attention. “No! Well—yes? Kind of? They’re his foster family and he ran away from them almost a month ago, Dad. They just now decided they wanted to find him…”

She gulped, hoping her father would agree with their admittedly felonious idea of kidnapping Gregory. Clasping her hands together to appear meek, she implored to Henry's heart. “Please hear us out—we don’t trust the Smiths. When we first found Gregory, he was covered in cuts and bruises…”

Henry crossed his arms, the epitome of paternal suspicion. “I’m certainly not one to judge questionable life choices, but this is kind of a big deal, guys.”

“They’re neglecting him, Henry—and god knows what else,” Michael spoke up, gaze cold. “At first we thought the bruises were from him running around the Pizzaplex, but most of them were not fresh. Gregory’s been cagey when we try to ask about his home life, but his foster mom showed up looking for him the other day and he finally told us just how shitty they were. He’s just a paycheck to them.”

“We cannot let him go back to them,” Freddy insisted. “He will be terribly mistreated, and we fear for his safety.”

“Shit, guys…” Pulling off his glasses momentarily, Henry rubbed the bridge of his nose. “I get where you’re coming from, but you can’t just take a child.”

“He’s going to die in that house,” Michael whispered, looking at Henry with hardened eyes. “I don’t care if he’s immortal or whatever now—if they already mistreated him so badly before he ran away, imagine what they’ll do when they finally get their hands on him again.”

There was another moment of silence, in which Henry replaced his glasses and looked between the three set expressions of his daughter, nephew, and creation-turned-genuine friend. Charlie seemed like she might drop to her knees and beg for help if her dad still said no, Michael had a dark edge behind those pale blue eyes, and Freddy… Henry let out an involuntary shiver. The normally serene man looked like he was about to march into that foster home himself and take matters into his own hands, which were clenched so tightly in a poor display of controlled rage the knuckles were white.

“Okay… okay,” Henry finally relented with a heavy sigh. He placed a firm, reassuring palm on Freddy’s shoulder as he told the group: “Fine. I can see how serious this situation is, and I’d be a heartless bastard to send the kid back to such a place… so before Freddy makes headlines for committing double homicide, tell me this plan of yours.”

“I would never—” Freddy began, though before he could proclaim his intent the gaggle of kids arrived in the doorway. He recognized all but two, yet another set of twins to add to their rag-tag band of lost souls. Freddy rightfully assumed these to be the other missing kids Charlie and Michael pulled from the depths of the Pizzaplex with Hannah.

Hannah herself initially brightened at the sight of more friendly faces, although when her gaze fell upon Freddy the expression slipped. She didn’t recognize this guy, though she could only presume him to be a friend. Still she leaned into Gregory, lightly tugging his arm. “Who’s the redhead in the sweater?”

Gregory saw the unease on her face and decided to pat her shoulder, pointing at Freddy with a jut of his thumb.

“That's Freddy! Long story; he's my dad now,” he made sure to clarify, though it probably only led to more questions. Unaware of the tumultuous talk they all just had, he reintroduced the groups. “Okay so, now that we're all here, I have something to ask you guys...”

He separated himself to stand alone. He hoped to get everyone's attention easier this way. It started with a deep breath and eyes staring ahead like headlights to focus on how he wanted to explain this.

“I won't go home. Not back with my foster parents. I'd run away again and again until I'm eighteen or something happens to my legs.” Gregory spoke with a straight face, utterly serious. “If they find me, chances are something would happen to my legs. So I need everyone's help to get them away from me. Please...”

“...They hurt you?” Evan's small voice was the first one to break the silence. He wore an uncharacteristically blank expression, save for the little crease between his eyebrows.

“Badly,” Michael clarified, arms crossed as he leaned back against Henry's desk. It may have seemed like a casual pose, but it was really to keep him from bouncing his limbs in an anxious rhythm. Evan's gaze shifted between his brothers before he gave a resolute nod.

“I'm in,” he said, offering his twin a little smile. “I can do all the ghost stuff too, so just tell me what you need, Gregory.”

“Same here,” Hannah offered, raising a hand. She couldn't imagine anyone wanting to harm Gregory, let alone his supposed parents... It made her queasy to think about. “I wanna help, too.”

Freddy slipped a hand into Charlie's and squeezed, silently reassuring—and needing a bit of reassurance himself—that they were doing the right thing. He hated putting children up for such a task, but for now this really was the best thing they could think of that was both fast and effective. Who knew how much time they had before the Smiths called in some real authority to come poking around the Pizzaplex?

“Of course I'm in, obviously,” Lizzie added, shoving herself aside Evan in solidarity. Cassidy joined in wordlessly besides her friends, as any plan of revenge was something she could get behind. All that was left was the twins, both whom looked at each other with a resolute nod.

“We already said we’d help,” Cain replied, shrugging simultaneously with his brother.

“Yeah—” Quinn agreed, knowing they wouldn't have anything better to do. The Smiths deserved whatever was coming to them anyway. If they just treated Gregory right, the kid wouldn’t have tried to sneak away and then he and Cain would never have never followed him into the Pizzaplex. “—what's the plan, Smith?”

The planning phase was where Gregory drew a blank. “I-I was thinking of scaring them. You know? Like, maybe even make them think I died—then there’s no reason to keep looking for me, right?”

“Just scare them?” Cassidy asked. She’d begun doing that thing Gregory hated, where her face flattened and turned the slightest bit uncanny when she spoke, intentionally adding fear to any conversation she was having. “You're thinking small—let’s hurt them so they never come sniffing around here again.”

Gregory was unsure on how to feel about the suggestion, answering honestly as he crossed his arms.

“I'd be lying if I said I never thought of that. But... I...” He trailed off, unable to think of a reason why he shouldn't when they’d hurt him so much over the years.

“Hurting them is definitely going to bring on some unwanted attention,” Michael chimed in, trying not to be unnerved when seven sets of little eyes turned on him. When some of them started to glare he held up his palms, adding: “I'm not saying you can't rough them up a little if you need to, but you can't seriously injure them.”

“Michael's right,” Henry spoke up, surprising everyone with his apparent willingness to go along with their little scheme. “No grave harm or injury—that's not up for debate. As for how much you can scare them, well... we want to make sure they think Gregory’s beyond recovery, so however we can do that without also sending them running for police would be ideal.”

“Um... I'm not totally sure how we'd do that yet, but maybe I can pretend to be Gregory?” Evan suggested with a questioning tilt of his head. “I can look pretty scary if I want to—like Cassidy and the others.”

Michael tried to hide the involuntary wince as he thought about what that “scary” look would be. If it was like the twins, then that meant it would be a spitting image of the moment Evan was as good as dead after being pulled from the jaws of Golden Freddy. If Gregory's foster parents saw their son looking like that, Michael doubted they'd want to stick around...

Gregory rubbed his chin in thought, nodding to Evan. Time would tell if pretending he'd been horribly murdered would work out, though he doubted Terry and Rita would go to the police in Gregory's honor should they draw that conclusion.

“If you could pretend to be a dead me, then could the rest of you guys scare them out of the Pizzaplex?” Gregory asked, looking towards Hannah and the rest. “If they show their faces here and all.”

Raising an eyebrow, he wondered how someone like her could be scary. The twins were scary even without having to change their appearances, though for completely different reasons. Those two psychos would chase you down the street with lit roman candles aimed at you head just for looking at them weird. Hannah might be too sweet and docile for this operation. “Hannah quick—what’s the spookiest face you can make right now?”

All it took was a blink for Hannah's sweet face to change. The features underneath remained the same, though there was a sudden rush of dark, dripping blood that leaked out of the corner of her mouth, along with identical streams of red from her eyes, irises bloodshot and cold. Her throat turned dark and bruised, imprinted with the thin metallic fingers of the endoskeleton that choked the life out of her. It had shaken her for good measure, which added a crick in her neck that caused the expanding blood trails to drift slightly to the right.

“How's this?” she murmured in a voice gravely from torn vocal cords. Her stringy hair was still in a ponytail, though it now appeared greasy and unkempt. Coupled with her greyish pallor, she was most definitely dead.

“Fuck...,” Michael whispered so quietly only Henry standing right by his side could hear. His uncle was quick to slip an arm around Michael's shoulders and pull him close, looking to the ground with a pained expression. Seeing one of the ghost children like this brought back the feeling of dark hatred and regret deep in their souls for everything William had done that led to this moment.

When a warm droplet fell upon Gregory’s lip he knew the stress of seeing Hannah in turn had given him a nosebleed. Feeling the warm red trickle down his face, Gregory quickly wiped at his mouth and fervently nodded.

“Yep—that’ll definitely—oh man... Hannah, holy crap that's good,” he praised despite the shiver of terror racing up his spine.

If the scares from Cassidy and Evan taught him anything, it was that none of them were in any pain no matter how grotesque it looked. Knowing Freddy might freak out, Charlie had risen fast on her tiptoes to quickly shield his eyes before the image of Hannah broken and bloodied flooded his vision. Gregory came forward, unafraid after forcing himself to stare at her twisted neck and battered face he patted the side of her now damp feeling hair.

“Okay bring back normal Hannah, you're going to make my brother sick,” he laughed, trying to keep it light despite the content of their plan-making. The last thing he wanted was for anyone to feel uncomfortable because of the things he asked his ghost friends to do.

Another blink and Hannah was back to her usual self, albeit with a tinge of red to her cheeks from Gregory's comment. Choosing not to address it right now, she glanced towards where Evan stood next to his sister, looking completely unfazed by her transformation. “Huh? He's fine!”

“Our other brother,” Evan clarified, jerking his chin to Michael's gaunt face.

“Oh. Uh... sorry,” Hannah grimaced, realizing that, ironically, the adults seemed more disturbed than the kids about this whole thing.

“It's fine, you're... you're all good,” Michael reassured with a shaky smile, disentangling himself from Henry. “That's definitely going to be perfect for what we're trying to do, though.”

Meanwhile, Freddy murmured his thanks to Charlie for saving him from such a horrific sight, squeezing her hand that was still clutched in his own. Focusing on the kids now that the traumatic image was past, Freddy told them: “This plan is starting to come together, I believe—Evan will be Gregory's doppelganger to convince the Smiths that he is deceased, and the others can be staged at certain points. That way, we can assure they only go where we want them to go.”

Cassidy raised her hand with a valid point to make.

“Okay, sure! We can scare them no problem. But what are you guys going to do?” Cassidy asked, resting a fist on her hip as she and using Evan's shoulder as a rest for her opposite elbow.

Removing her hands from Freddy's person, Charlie cleared her throat and garnered Cassidy's attention easily. “Either keeping Gregory safe somewhere, or helping out in the scaring! As long as one of us is following them, we can guide them through the Pizzaplex and back out again in no time.”

Gregory had a devious smile on his face. “I really can't thank you guys enough—”

When the twins ambushed Gregory, this time a little less roughly. Quinn's arm squeezed Gregory around his shoulder while Cain messed with his hair.

“Don't thank us yet!” Cain warned him, though he was grinning even as he said it.

“Yeah,” Quinn agreed, matching his brother’s expression. “The only ones allowed to wail on you should’ve been us, anyway...”

“Alright!” Michael clapped his hands, finally flashing the group a real grin. “Ideally they won't show their ugly faces around here again, but if they do then the plan is on.” He spared a glance at Charlie and Freddy. “We should fill Sam in—think he's had enough time to rest?”

“I hope that boy isn't overworking himself again,” Henry sighed, raising an eyebrow at Charlie for confirmation.

It was Michael that answered brightly. “Oh, he sure is—but I'm trying my best to force him to take naps here and there. He's not nearly as young and spry as the rest of us! Anyway, speaking of rest, we should head back to the hotel.”

It was no doubt that Sam was hit with another wave of insomnia, spurring on yet another restless night of work inside his office. Though it would be assumed he would love to see his family and friends before they headed off to their hotel room again. And if Gregory was promised that they would return tomorrow night for another round of fun, then he would easily part with his friends for now. Gregory was put down by the twins, awkwardly saying goodbye to his newest and unlikely allies before feeling Liz’s arms wrap around his chest from behind.

“Take care, Gregory! You can show Evan and I the rest of the Pizzaplex tomorrow!” she said with a wink, relinquishing him after a hearty squeeze.

While Cassidy wasn’t a touchy person even with people she was extremely close with, only seeming to latch to Evan from time to time, she bumped her fist to Gregory’s with an excited smile. It was Hannah’s turn now, and Gregory opened his arms to give the girl a short embrace goodbye.

“You can come hang out tomorrow too, you know… If you want to,” Gregory said, pulling back to scratch the back of his head.

“Sounds like fun!” Hannah replied, clasping her hands behind her and rolling back on her heels after Gregory pulled away. “See you soon, Gregory.”

“Bye!” Evan piped up next, popping out of existence and reappearing directly in front of Gregory, where he’d jump the boy in an embrace that nearly knocked him over. When he stepped back there was a hard light of determination in his eyes. No one messed with his family and got away with it unscathed. “We’re gonna get this taken care of, don’t worry.”

Henry had been saying his own goodbyes, grabbing Charlie in a tight hug and pressing a kiss to her head. He repeated the gesture with Michael, although he had to force the boy down in a bit of a headlock to reach his crown. To Freddy and Gregory he offered a firm squeeze without the added kiss. After a few last farewells, the group started making their way back to the surface.

“Let’s go, Romeo,” Michael murmured when Gregory lingered in the workshop doorway. Silver eyes snapped up to find Mike wearing a knowing smirk, though he’d been sure to speak soft enough the other kids wouldn’t hear as they broke away to start another round of tireless games.

Gregory was thankful for Evan's assuring words. He was a lot like their older brother in the way he was considerate of others feelings—even if Michael hadn’t always acted that way, it appeared to be something that ran in the family. Then, Gregory was beckoned away by the very same man. With his eyes widening and a bright pink flush apparent still on his cheeks he shushed Michael as if he hadn't already spoken quietly. As he caught back up to his father and Charlie, Gregory waved goodbye to Mr. Emily. Then it was back to slipping his hand into someone else's for comfort once again—this time it happened to be Charlie's and she turned to look over her shoulder at Michael, then back down at Gregory. It was time to pick on their little brother again it seemed.

“So Hannah's pretty cool, huh?” She asked, trying to gauge a reaction from Gregory. Taken aback by her question, Gregory stuttered then quickly recovered to answer her.

“Huh? Uh... Yeah? Hannah's super cool. All of my friends are.” He cleared his throat, looking around for something to change the subject. “Can we get waffles when we go back home?”

Michael snorted, amused by his little brother’s horrible attempt to deflect. Even so he decided to go easy on Gregory for now because of his stressful situation—though not without slipping in one final quip.

“Waffles sounds good—and this isn’t over, kid,” Michael both threatened and promised. Though Gregory’s crush on a ghost girl was morbid and unfortunate, it was also kind of sweet. Reaching out, Michael aggressively ruffled the boy’s hair, much to his chagrin.

Before long they’d reached Sam’s office, where the CEO could be heard busily shuffling around inside. Michael knocked on the door with a frown, calling out: “That doesn’t sound like sleeping, Sam!”

At Sam's door, there sounded to be the banging and subsequent falling of metal onto a rubberized floor. Sam's office/workshop used to echo with the clattering of metallic parts until he coated his floor in liquid rubber. Having been thoroughly startled like a child caught playing video games late on a school night, he shouted back.

“Uh—just straightening up, Mikey!” Sam replied, attempting to straighten the endoskeleton he was working on and to shove it away in hiding.

“I’m not your dad, Sam, relax!” Mike laughed, entertained as always by his childhood friend. Although he really did wish Sam would take better care of himself—Michael had only been partially joking with the comment about Sammy being legitimately old compared to the rest of them. When the door was opened a minute later the group stepped into a room that looked in quite a state of disarray. “Damn, Sammy, if this is ‘straightening up’ I’d hate to see it before the bomb hit…”

“Michael, leave him be,” Freddy chided gently, having a soft spot in his heart for Sam and his messy workshop. Like father, like son it seemed, for Henry’s wasn’t much better. Addressing his creator, Freddy offered a smile. “We have spoken with the other children and made a plan for dealing with the Smiths if they come around searching again, so you do not need to worry about that, Samuel.”

Sam couldn't say he blamed Mike for his reaction to his workspace. It seemed he was falling into his father's old habits of hoarding spare parts and broken things he’d promised to fix whenever he had the time.

“It's a pigsty, I know...,” Samuel said with a sort of defeated laugh, as if rhetorically asking, 'Well what can ya do?' He rose from his workbench and did some light stretching to relieve the ache he now felt in his joints. “I got a quick fifteen minutes of sleep in before the stress of this deadline woke me up again.”

This was his life now—the path he'd chosen when deciding to take up the family mantle. No wonder his dad needed Uncle William in the beginning. Doing it all by himself felt impossible some days... Though Samuel did physically relax when Freddy relayed that there was a plan put in place for Gregory's so called “parents.”

“Good—see? Told you that you're in good hands, kiddo,” Sam said to their shared responsibility, Gregory, before glancing to Mike. “If they come around, they'll likely want to talk to me. Can I trust to have my Security Guard slash Parts & Service manager around to help?”

He already knew his friend had his back. If Michael was more versed in the plan, he could take care of the Smiths should they show up again.

“Of course; I'll try and stick close by, but if you ever need me and I'm off on an adventure just give me a call,” Michael replied, patting the pocket where his phone rested. His mouth quirked up in a grin. “Luckily for you, this guard doesn't need nearly as much sleep as his boss.”

Freddy breathed out a relieved sigh, pressing a hand to his chest. Now that Sammy was on board with the plan to an extent, the ursine man realized he'd been holding in a lot more tension than initially anticipated. He leaned down to pick Gregory up, doubting his son would protest the affection as they shared a hug before Freddy rested the boy on his hip.

“Thank you again for all of this, Sam,” Freddy said, unable to fully express his gratitude. He wasn't just talking about the help with Gregory's foster parents, but for accepting their story and building the Pizzaplex in the first place. Without Sammy, this Freddy wouldn't exist. “We are indebted to you—truly.”

Samuel listened to them, leaning on his desk while trying to hide just how tired he really was before waving his hands meekly in front of his chest.

“No no, I-I'm just trying to make things right. No one's indebted to anyone here,” he protested in the most polite way possible.

The generosity of the Emilys really knew now boundaries; all of them would give up the shirts on their backs and the roofs over their heads if you asked nice enough. Sam saw that his security measures failed—many children's lives were ruined because of his negligence. If he could make their afterlives better along with Gregory's then maybe he could still manage to sleep at night.

If he found the time...

“Still... You work too hard...,” Charlie said, sounding worried for her brother. He wasn't a young man anymore, and the stress he was pushing himself for just didn't seem healthy to her.

“Charlotte,” Sam told her firmly, there was no arguing with him, he was simply too nice to want to draw that line in the sand. “You are a good sister, but I'm fine. Look at me!”

To which Charlie looked him up and down with wholly unconvinced expression.

“Well that's clearly bull, but I don't want to offend Freddy's sensibilities by arguing,” Michael joked, though there was an edge in the harsh pat he gave Sam's shoulder. “Just make sure you're taking care of yourself, alright?”

“Yes, I would be more than willing to assist where I can as well!” Freddy piped up, feeling a strange twinge of inadequacy. He'd been expected to do so much as the ursine leader of the Fazbear band, and yet now that he was human it seemed like his current existence had devolved into watching over others.

Not that he minded, of course—that'd been his favorite thing to do as an animatronic bear, to look after the children that came to see him. But he just knew he could be doing more...

“Freddy, you're amazing—trust me,” Michael assured, flashing him a grin. “None of us would be where we are right now without you, either. Give yourself a little more time to relax before jumping back in. And you—” He whirled around, pointing an accusing finger at Sam. “—better get some sleep, or I'm going to turn the lights off and sic Moon on you to drag you to the Daycare.”

…That actually didn’t sound too bad.

“Freddy,” Sam laughed, flashing his extended family a tired smile. “If you ever want a job, I could use a new stage director. You’ve got all the cues and controls programmed in your head already so I wouldn't have to train anyone.”

Actually, that would clear up his schedule even more. With the youthful and accusing face of Mike staring him down, Samuel stood and cracked his aching fingers.

“You're right. I'll go hit the hay. Maybe sleep until noon... Day shift should be able to handle the salvage project and get everyone's parts together,” he grumbled in thought. “I hate to send you off, but my manager thinks it's best to sleep before I keel over.”

He laughed, coming around to pat on Freddy's shoulder. Sam would say his goodbyes, and the moment his family was gone he'd exit his office and lock the door behind him. No one needed to see what he was working on in there, and he didn't need the opportunity for someone to come by and mess with his ongoing creations. Sam went down to the Daycare and slid into the ball pit, happy to see the lights were already off and waiting for him.

With Freddy ecstatic at the prospect of working at the Pizzaplex again, the family set off for the hotel in high spirits. There they would get a multitude of plates piled high with waffles and laugh the rest of the night away until they drifted off to sleep one by one, safe in each other's company.

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Redemption (Cyrus x Acronix part 2)

(I suggest you check out part 1 if you haven’t already Yea and Cyrus has a medical degree cause why not)

The journey back to Borg Tower was slow and painful they had to stop numerous times due to the fact of Acronixs’ leg, but they eventually made it and went up the ramp. “Y’know we could’ve just went to a hospital you don’t have to go through the extra worry of putting a cast on it”Acronix said while they were in the elevator. “Believe it’s further than here and you’d probably have to wait for a while before they check on you” Cyrus responded.

They both carefully went into this medical room (it was put there because the ninja go there multiple times) Cyrus told Acronix to put his leg out which he did and he took a quick X-ray showing that his leg had a severely broke. Cyrus let out a sigh as he began to apply the material circumferentially from the metatarsal joints to just distal to the fibulae head, overlapping the underlying layer by half of the width of the casting material. He smoothed out the casting material to fill in the interstices in the plaster, bond the layers together, and conform to the contour of the leg. (I researched this shit for you and I don’t even I understand it)

“There we all done” Cyrus said. Acronix is stared at him surprisingly, “Already? That was quick” he said. Cyrus nodded before rolling over to a closet and grabbing some clothes and handing it to Acronix, “I’ll leave you to change and shower he said pointing to a door”Cyrus said rolling over to the door and exiting the room.

Acronix stared at the clothes he was given, it was a maroon hoodie and some loose black sweatpants and of course other shit. Acronix limped to the bathroom turned on the shower before stripping down, Cyrus told him to keep his leg out of the water so he tried his best. He shampooed his hair letting the warm water drip down his body and scars from a few battles of his he scrubbed his body enjoying the comfort of warm water and the smell of mango soap filling his senses. After awhile Acronix left the shower wrapped in a towel he carefully got dressed when I came to the pants he carefully put them on around his leg when put on it was loose and comfy. He then noticed Cyrus gave him a white shirt to wear underneath the hoodie and put it on as well as the hoodie. He stared at the mirror for a moment, “This doesn’t look to bad..”Acronix thought to himself. (I had too much fun writing this paragraph and don’t judge the mango shampoo who doesn’t like mango)

Acronix saw some underarm crutches with a note from Cyrus telling him to use them he carefully used it and honestly didn’t mind the note also told him to come to the 99th floor which he did and found Cyrus working on something. “Whatcha doing?”Acronix asked this caught Cyrus off guard and caused him to flinch. Cyrus rolled around to look at Acronix and was going to say something until he saw how good he looked in those clothes. “You alright?”Acronix asked. Cyrus nodded before turning around again in an attempt to hide his blush. “ S-so how’s your leg feeling?”Cyrus asked still staring at the computer in front of him.

“Much better, still hurts slightly but it feels better, and thank you I’m really grateful for you helping me….”Acronix replied. Cyrus stared at him then smiled, “It’s no problem” Cyrus replied he quite happy to know Acronix was thankful for his help. Acronix moved closer to Cyrus wanting to see what he was doing, “I’m trying to figure what could’ve caused a time vortex to come out of no where because, you didn’t know what happened till after”Cyrus said causing Acronix to make a face of realisation.

“Umm..listen again I’m thankful for your help and i apologise about the whole ‘kidnapping and forcing you to make things’ problem”Acronix said. Cyrus let out a sigh, “Are you just going to keep on saying sorry to me” he chuckled out. “Maybe….”The former master of time replied in an embarrassed tone he honestly felt guilty about the whole thing.

“It’s fine really, I’ll forgive as long as you don’t try anything here”Cyrus replied. Acronix nodded before saying, “I let power and greed control me I should have done any of those things…”. Cyrus stared at him, “As far as I know you were in a time vortex for 40years and your brother made the snakes, kidnapped Ray and Maya and well made the plan”Cyrus replied. Acronix stood there for a while before Cyrus pointed to a beanbag near to him it was pretty much always empty due to Cyrus well…you know. Acronix sat grabbed the beanbag and sat next to him and they began talking eventually Acronix fell asleep and Cyrus went to his bed which wasn’t that far.

(I’m literally simping to the thought of Acronix wearing a maroon hoodie and sweatpants like nah bro it’s sounds so hot don’t judge me😂😂😂😂)

#fanfiction #futureshipping #cyrus borg #ninjago acronix

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A Soft Touch

Notes: Poe Dameron/Reader, gender neutral reader, post-sequels, mild hurt/comfort, chronically ill/disabled reader, domestic fluff

CW: discussion of active shooter-type incident/domestic terorism, chronic illness, chronic pain, references to PTSD, implied sexual intimacy

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You’re at home when you get the emergency alert on your com. An armed First Order loyalist has been nearby, purportedly targeting the area because of the number of ex-military who had settled there after the war. Arsix immediately goes around the house closing all the curtains and checking the locks on windows and doors.

If you’ve learned anything from all of the books you’ve read it’s that there will always be terror. There was terror before the Clone War—in the oft-heralded High Republic, even. There was terror before the Empire as well as after it fell. There would always be beings that want to do harm. Even in times of peace, especially in heavily populated cities that serve as seats of government. So you know that in a way this is normal. Still, your heart begins to beat a little too fast

Your com beeps again with warnings to not approach the subject, to remain calm and call authorities. You take a deep breath. Poe should have already been home from work. He’s only a few minutes late—it’s no reason to panic, but you’re panicking anyway. The sweating, the nausea, the ringing in your ears—it’s setting in, and all you can do now is ride it out.

When you hear the door open, Arsix has you flat on your back on the couch with an icepack on your face. “Poe, is that you?”

“Of course it’s me,” he says. “Are you all right?”

You hear BB-8 rolling in and Arsix beeps at both Poe and his droid about their tardiness upsetting you.

“It’s not their fault,” you say.

Poe is already at your side. He moves the ice pack so he can see you, and immediately you see the distress in his eyes.

“I’m right here, sweetheart,” he says. “Tell me what I can do to help you.”

“Just hold me,” you tell him.

You sit up and scooch over to make room for Poe and as he settles in, his arms wrapped around you, you lay your head on his chest, listen to his steady heartbeat.

“I’m so sorry I made you anxious. I left work a little late and I didn’t think I’d hit traffic…”

“I meant what I said to Arsix. It’s not your fault. My body just…I mean you know what it’s like.”

“I do.”

You’ve held Poe’s hand through panic attacks of his own. No one makes it out of a war unscathed, and on top of the unfathomable loss he’d experienced, there had also been the terror. Being held prisoner on multiple occasions. Torture. The blaster wound that, left untreated between the star destroyer where he’d been shot and the Battle of Exegol, had nearly cost him his arm.

“I’m glad you’re here, though,” you say. “You make me feel safe.”

Poe kisses your forehead, warm and sweet.

“You make me feel safe, too, sweetheart,” he says. “I promise everything will turn out okay.”

“Should we put on the holonews?” you ask. “So we know when—”

“No,” Poe says. “BB-8 sliced into the police coms. He’s going to tell us when they know something.”

“How did he manage that?”

Poe laughs. “I honestly don’t ask questions anymore.”

“How are you so calm right now?” you ask. “This person out there, somewhere near us…wanting to hurt people like you.”

“Because if I let that fear in, it will control me. And I can’t be in that dark place again. I’d rather be here, with you.”

You reach for Poe’s face, the stubble that’s grown in since he shaved this morning rough against your palm, his hair falling out of place as he leans in to kiss you. You run a hand through his wild curls, his lips soft as he pulls you in deep. You can’t help but smile as his hands start sliding down your back toward your hips.

Arsix rolls into the room beeping about your elevated heart rate, and when you both look up, she warbles something about a false alarm and scoots away.

You can’t help but laugh as Poe strokes your cheek. He’s trailing his fingers down your neck when he notices what you’re wearing.

“Is this my scarf?” he asks.

“Is it?” you reply, knowing that both of you know it’s not only his but one of his favorites.

“It suits you.”

You weren’t sure how many dates you’d been on with Poe—mostly because it took a few outings for you to figure out whether these outings were actually dates. Most of your plans had come about casually, as if on a whim. But tonight he’d asked you ahead of time if he could take you out. And when he picked you up he looked…dressed up. Where you’d usually seen him in some combo of jeans and a t-shirt with his resistance jacket—or occasionally a flight suit—tonight he wore (very) well-tailored brown pants with a collared shirt and a scarf.

“What’s wrong?” Poe asked, reaching across your front door’s threshold to take your hand, sneaking in a little caress with his thumb over your knuckles.

“Nothing,” you said. “You just look really, really nice.”

“Thank you,” he said. “It’s about time I tried to impress you a little.”

“I’m impressed,” you told him. “Let me just grab my coat—”

You were interrupted as you almost tripped over your tooka cat, a plump creature you’d taken home with you after seeing him in the window of a shelter soon after coming to Chandrila. He had three legs and one eye, but his heart was as loving and mischievous as any other tooka.

“Hey, little guy,” Poe said, crouching a bit to offer his hand for a sniff.

The tooka hissed and retreated to circle your feet.

“Huh,” he said. “They usually like me.”

You laughed. “He’s protective,” you said. “We’ve both seen some hard times. But if you show him who you are, he’ll probably come around.”

Arsix beeped from down the hall to remind you to take your com. As you grabbed it from the kitchen counter, Poe called into your apartment, “Don’t worry, Arsix. I’ll have her home before dark.”

“You absolutely will not,” you replied.

He raised an eyebrow, but took your hand again and you walked with him out to his landspeeder.

He was about to open the door for you, but stopped. There was a look of consternation on his face for only a moment before he said, “I know traditionally this is done after I bring you home. But I just…I really want to kiss you. Would it be okay if I—”

“Please.”

Tenderly he took your face in his hands, a playful smile in his eyes as he leaned in, first touching his nose to yours and then capturing your lips with his. It was brief and it was sweet, and you leaned into it, your hands wandering over his muscled chest before wrapping your arms around his neck.

Poe rested his forehead against yours. “Should we go?” he asked.

“Sure,” you said.

Poe kissed you again—a little peck—before opening the speeder door for you. As soon as he slid into the driver’s seat, Poe took your hand. You couldn’t remember the last time you felt this safe.

It was late when you realized neither of you had eaten since lunch. BB-8 offered to go pick something up, but Poe insisted on cooking. “I need to do something with my hands,” he’d said. You knew at this point that Poe was feeling more than he wanted you to see. That keeping his hands busy was a way he could keep his mind busy. As he went through the cupboards for ingredients, you rolled your thumb over your wedding ring, thinking of all the stories Poe had told you about his mother.

Poe had learned to cook from both of his parents, but he especially liked making a dish his mother taught him when he was young and which his father continued to make for him on difficult nights into his teens. He’d taken to making this for you on evenings that you needed comfort as well.

Later, as you and Arsix are cleaning up the kitchen and putting away the leftovers, BB-8 lets out a long chirp—loud enough to wake up Poe, who had fallen asleep on the couch after dinner. He sits straight up from what you know is a heavy sleep, clearly alarmed.

“BB-8,” he says, “you have news?”

The droid chirps and whistles, unable to contain his own relief as he wobbles in place. Suspect in custody. Threat neutralized.

“Did anybody get hurt?” you ask.

BB-8 whistles low. Several injuries. No deaths.

“Thanks, buddy,” Poe says. “Now get the hell out of the police coms before you get caught.”

Poe meanders out to the kitchen and wraps his arms around you, gently kissing your forehead. “You didn’t have to clean up,” he says. I know your back hasn’t been great this week, I would have done it when I woke up.”

“I’m feeling better tonight,” you say. “And Arsix did most of it. I didn’t want to wake you. You’ve been trying not to show it, but I know you’re feeling the stress of the day, too.”

“You see right through me, don’t you?” He leans in, touches his nose to yours.

You run your fingers through Poe’s hair, his curls having grown a bit long in recent months, threaded with silver.

“I’m sure you get away with a lot just because you’re pretty.”

The truth is Poe isn’t keen on his hair going gray—a point of vanity that you’ve talked him through more than once. How you love the silver that’s come in since you met, back when his hair was mostly dark. Just as you love the way his eyes crinkle in the corners every time he smiles.

He lets his hand wander down your back toward the hem of your shirt and you think you know where things are headed when your tooka-cat jumps up on the counter, knocking over an empty canteen. You’ve shooed the tooka away when you see the spot on Poe’s shirt

“Poe, you’ve got a bit of sauce there.”

You’re turning to get a stain stick out of the kitchen drawer, but he surprises you when he says, “I guess it has to come off, then.”

He unbuttons his shirt and shrugs out of it, tossing it over a chair, and pulls you toward him. His skin is warm as you touch your hands to his firm chest, his broad shoulders, the tattoo on his left bicep of a tree his mother planted on Yavin IV, the intricate blossoms falling down his arm. Somewhere underneath is a scar he chose to conceal. “To move forward,” he’d told you, years ago.

“So how much better is your back, sweetheart?” he asks.

“It’s good,” you say, leaning into a soft, hungry kiss with one hand on his shoulder and the other at the back of his neck, giving his hair the lightest tug.

There were only a few people left in the little restaurant when you and Poe decided to order after-dinner caf. It was late, but it seemed that neither of you wanted to leave yet. Like if you stayed in this spot forever, the night couldn’t end.

Poe had started to seem a little nervous. As if he hadn’t told you intimate details of his life on the day you met. Or kissed you before getting in the speeder tonight.

“I don’t think you ever told me where you grew up, General,” you said.

This drew a smile from him, a man clearly proud of his service, but not so proud as to not enjoy a little teasing.

“Yavin,” he said. “Yavin IV. My parents settled there after the last war. A bunch of families did.”

“That sounds nice,” you said. “And very warm, if I recall.”

“Yeah,” he said. “Do you think I’m going to need a new jacket for winter?”

“Probably,” you said. “So you’re a new arrival?”

“I’ve only been here for six months,” Poe said, running his thumb along the edge of his caf cup. “Chandrila, I mean. Hanna City. Just…got offered this teaching job by a friend of a friend and…a new start sounded nice, you know?”

“I came here for that, too,” you said. “Three years ago. And there’s a doctor here, a specialist who has been helping me. And after the war…it was a bit of a perfect storm of reasons to make some big changes. So I did.”

Poe’s face turned a bit serious for a moment. “A good doctor can be hard to come by.”

You noticed he was clutching his left bicep. “Old injury?”

“Healed by a good friend. A very good, very patient friend.” He sighed. “Mostly healed. Some wounds never heal right, you know?”

“I do know, actually,” you said. “If you ever want to tell me about it, I’m happy to listen.”

For a fleeting moment, the look on Poe’s face told you he’d gone somewhere you couldn’t follow. “I swear, Kalonia was ready to kill me herself by the time I left the Navy,” he said. “But that’s another story for another time.” He reached across the table to take your hand.

You looked up and realized you were the last two in the place. “I think they’re waiting for us to leave.”

“You want me to take you home, huh?” he asked.

“Mostly I just want you to kiss me again.”

The two of you had barely made it to the speeder when Poe pulled you close and pressed a kiss to your lips that was both satisfaction and invitation. An electric feeling ran through your body as you deepened the kiss, threading your fingers through his soft, dark curls. And the whole sky felt more open and vast than you had ever known it to be, as you let yourself live in this moment, wondering at the fact that somehow the two of you were alive, that your lips fit so perfectly together, that no matter what you told him about the difficulties of your life he still seemed to see you as a whole person.

You’d brought yourself close to tears when you said, “Now you can take me home, Poe.”

You’re surprised to find Poe in the kitchen when you wake—he should be at work.

“What are you doing at home?” you ask.

“Academy told everyone to stay home today,” he said. “The whole school district, actually. Just in case.”

He's a flight intstructor at one of the public schools. Poe had been offered teaching jobs before at fancy private institutions and more than one of the military academies, but it was a public school that finally lured him in. As he told you soon after you met, “everyone deserves the opportunity to learn to fly.”

You breathe in the aroma of freshly brewed caf, and Poe pours you a cup before you even think to ask. On ice of course, sweetened.

“What do you say we go out today?” he asks. “Unless you have any work you need to get done. I was just thinking, after last night, it might be nice to just…go do something.”

“Like what?”

“I don’t know. Maybe we could just go downtown, see what’s going on. Maybe hang out in the park for a bit, visit those shops you like down by the water…”

“Slow down, Poe,” you say. “Let me go get dressed. And then we can go anywhere you want.”

“Anywhere?” he asks, a cheeky grin on his face.

“Within reason.”

“Okay,” he says. “But first, just one thing.”

He pulls you close, taking the cup of caf out of your hands and placing it on the counter.

“I thought that was mine,” you say.

He tugs at the tie at the waist of your robe, pushing the soft fabric away from your shoulder so he can kiss you there—and then your throat, your jaw, and finally your lips. And you are so happy to be kissed by Poe that you forget the caf, the kitchen, the rest of the galaxy as his strong arms pull you close and he presses his body flush against yours. There is nothing between you but the slightest whisper as he lets one hand linger on your hip.

“Stars, you’re beautiful,” he says. “Did you know that? How beautiful you are?”

“You’ve mentioned it,” you say.

“It’s true.”

“I believe you.”

You could stay in this moment forever, but your elbow bumps the cup of caf on the counter and you’re right back in your kitchen on Chandrila—and there’s caf running down your leg.

“Kriff,” Poe says. “I’m so sorry—I’ll take care of this.”

“We’ve both seen worse things than a caf spill,” you say.

He smiles and says, “We have, haven’t we?”

Poe waves you out of the kitchen and you head back to the bedroom to clean up. You throw on something casual as Arsix comes in to check on you and remind you to take your morning meds.

“Thanks, I almost forgot,” you say. “It looks like Poe and I are going to be in town today. Do you need anything while we’re out?”

She beeps excitedly about a new paperback she was hoping to find at a local bookshop, and you have her send the info to your datapad. You’re always happy to bring home new books for your odd little droid—everyone needs hobbies, and Arsix has been an invaluable companion. Sometimes you wonder how you coped without her for so long.

Poe is waiting for you in the kitchen with his jacket on. “You look perfect, sweetheart” he says, the smile on his face saying just as much as his words.

You’ve spent so much of your life being told that you’re broken or—perhaps worse—a burden that it’s stunning to see yourself through Poe’s eyes. You kiss his cheek and are about to head out to the garage when he stops you.

“Just a minute. I have…” Poe pauses and pulls a scarf from his pocket—his scarf—and ties it loosely around you neck. “There,” he says. “Now we’re ready to go.”

When he takes your hand you feel a bit of the electricity from the first night he kissed you. Every kiss that night felt both new and familiar and every touch still carries some of that thrill. You spot the speeder bike in the garage—a recent acquisition—and suggest that today might be a good day to take it out.

Poe is more than happy to entertain this idea, and when you hop on the back of the bike and wrap your arms around his middle, you have no idea what the rest of the day will bring. But pulling out of the garage and away from the driveway, you’re grateful that whatever comes next it will be with Poe.

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Thank you so much for reading! I hope this fic is a soft landing for you, and that you feel seen and loved. Really just wanted to create something sweet since the last fic I posted was a little intense. Tagging some folks who I think would enjoy:

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creativexjourney · 3 months

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The Favor Pt 2

It wasn’t long before they reached the Professor’s Lab. It wasn’t the grandest building in Lumiose City, but it stood out with its detailed architecture, and large pastures out back. Neither Wyatt nor Marcel could really take it in before they were ushered inside. They were brought up to the top floor and told to wait while Sina and Dexio went to talk to the Professor.

Wyatt looked at Marcel through the corner of his eye. “Are you…doing okay? I’m sorry, if I had known-”

“Don’t worry about it,” Marcel cut him off. He then seemed to realize that he was being harsh to his friend, and gave Wyatt a weak smile. “I’m used to this kind of thing. They’ll move on soon enough, and then we can too. Ok?”

“...Okay.”

Around that time the pair of assistants came back over to them.

“The Professor wants to thank you himself!” Sina exclaimed,”Isn’t that exciting?”

“He says he has something to give you,”Dexio added.

They gestured for Wyatt and Marcel to follow them, and headed around the corner to the Professor’s office. It was warmly decorated with all sorts of wooden furniture and books, and a large rug in the middle.

“Welcome, my young friends. My name is Professor Sycamore, though, perhaps my assistants introduced me ahead of time. I am grateful for your assistance in helping research the Pokemon Flabebe. I’m not one to let such a thing go unrewarded. So I will be giving you each a Pokedex and a Pokemon, if you’d like.”

Wyatt was sold! Marcel put a hand on his shoulder to stop him from accepting right away.

“That’s a pretty big reward for helping out just a little,” Marcel pointed out.

“True, however, I was also hoping that you would be willing to help out once again. I am looking for capable trainers to take care of these three Pokemon, in hopes that one day they will achieve Mega Evolution. Now you see, Mega Evolution is a temporary evolution that only lasts for the duration of a battle. Only certain pokemon can achieve it, they must have a strong bond with their trainer, and two stones are necessary for it: A Keystone, and that Pokemon’s Mega Stone. Now I have the Mega Stones for Venusaur, Blastoise, and Charizard, I simply need someone to raise these pokemon up, and to obtain a Keystone,” The Professor explained.

Both Wyatt and Marcel were clearly curious about Mega Evolution, but Marcel reluctantly shook his head,”I’m sorry, we’ll have to turn you down. I’m not a trainer, and Wyatt only trains on the weekends. We wouldn’t be good candidates for your task, even if we could get our hands on Keystones.”

The Professor thought for a moment, not quite ready to give up, but eventually sighed, “Is that your final decision? Both of you?” He was looking at Wyatt there, because he had remained silent this whole time.

“Yes, unfortunately, Marcel is right. We’re full time students, we can’t dedicate the time needed for this,”Wyatt said.

“Well, I still insist you take the Pokedexes with you as a reward for helping with my research. My assistants are all tasked to fill them, however, they may still come in handy for the two of you. And I will give you my HoloCaster number in case either of you change your mind.”

He hands the pair each a pokedex and a business card, before letting them on their way. As they got into the elevator they could hear the muffled voices of the Professor and his assistants talking.

On the first floor they past a tall man with red hair, dressed in all black, talking to the secretary at the front desk. Marcel recognized him instantly.

“What’s going on? Who is that?” Wyatt whispered.

“That’s Lysandre,”Marcel whispered back,”He’s a visionary. He’s the one who created the HoloCasters we use. Not to mention he backs several charities towards conservation.”

“You seem to know quite a bit about me,”the man said, walking over to the pair,” I’m flattered.”

Marcel turned beet red at being caught talking about someone he looked up to by that person. He was actually speechless, until Wyatt elbowed him in the side. “Y-yes! I’ve read up about. I especially like your interview in PokeTrainer’s Monthly. Where you said that you want to use technology to make the world a more beautiful place? That really resonated with me. I-I like to work with machinery too, and would really like to help people a-and pokemon with my creations too.”

Lysandre smiled, and put a hand on Marcel’s shoulder, “And that, young man, is the first step towards making a change. I’m sure you can achieve your dream one day…A more beautiful world. It won’t be easy, but perhaps with both of us working on such a thing, it can come true.” Lysandre’s HoloCaster beeped,”However, As much as I’ve enjoyed talking with you-”

“Marcel.” “Marcel. I’m running late for a meeting with an old friend. Perhaps, we will meet again.” With that Lysandre leaves.

As soon as the front door closes, Wyatt breaks out into a grin,”I’ve never seen you so shaken. ‘Oh, Lysandre, I’ve read all about you!’”

“Oh, shut up. Let’s just go,” Marcel shoved Wyatt playfully, and the pair left as well.

#I Push Myself Beyond My Limits for a Little Bit ✦ Drabble #I Have to Believe in My Ability and Challenge Myself ✦ Wyatt IC #We’ll Look for Various Questions that are Interesting to You ♦ Marcel IC

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elliotgraysstuff · 6 months

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I've decided to start blogging on here for a hobby and also to help my thought process and documenting my ongoing journey to self love and compassion.

Well facts about me;

Name; elliot - they/ them pronouns pls.

I'm 26 years old and I have had quite a difficult life but I'm quite content with how my life is now. Anyways

Im a parent and they are my whole world my life changed for the better 😌

I'm a late diagnosed autistic and adhd still finding ways to help myself without risking burn out and finding the aids to help me.

I adore music especially kappa boy and anything instrumental, it calms me down and makes me feel good.

I love anything spooky and cute - like cute teddies that are spooky, spooky socks, cute/ spooky blankets, coffee cups etc.

I consider myself alternative I have 6 facial piercings and dyed black hair which currently is a mullet. I also change my hair CONSTANTLY. Also have old traditional tattoos on my legs and arm.

I'm very attached to my plushies and I have a special one I've had since birth. His name is Godfrey and he's a little giraffe. He is my biggest comfort at times.

I adore my cat loki, he's a grey short hair breed with brown Button eyes. He's such a comfort to me and the most cuddly cat ever. Whenever I'm going to have a panic attack he'll lick my hand to bring me back to the moment. I'm actually getting a tattoo of him on my hand.

I'm non binary and go by strictly they/ them pronouns.

I find art very interesting and I love Francis bacon and other artists. I wish I could draw but I'm terrible, I'm a somewhat good at photography. I absolutely love little comics and vines made by independent artists especially anything cottage core or spooky and cute.

Nature is one of my biggest stress elevators, I could go on a long walk in the forest and just feel so at peace. My favourite trees are willow trees or oaks.

Autumn is my favourite season, the sunlight is just magnificent. The golden leafs, the sunlight beaming low in the sky ahhh.

Also pumpkin spice lattes and cosy blankets. Don't forget the autumn candle smells!!

I love playing animal crossing on my switch. I love cosy hobbies and I'm currently learning how to crochet.

Coffee is my favourite drink EVER. especially with cream and sugar 😋

I find social situations extremely hard especially as I'm constantly looking at people and masking. I feel extremely drained after so I tend to just isolate, as I don't have to mask at home. Don't really have alot of friends but the ones I do have a love them so much.

I've been through addiction, homelessness,foster care, mental health hospitals etc so I guess you can say I've got alot of life experiences. I've been sober since 2020 ❤️ got my own place, stable and healthy now.

My favourite food and what I consider my safe food is noodles 🍜 I forget to eat sometimes and I find it hard to make a meal for myself so noodles are quick and tasty.

I'm diagnosed bipolar and EUPD and ocd. It's been an ongoing battle to stay stable but I have and will continue to try and be the best version of myself.

I love the colour pink and black, they are my two favourite colours.

I'm quite spiritual and ive always believed there's something other than us out there. Maybe not a god per say but a higher power, Energies etc. I believe in self love, self compassion and holding yourself accountable for space for growth.

I find it very difficult to assert myself and my boundaries. I'm often told I'm a people's pleaser because I don't want an argument or conflict. However I'm working through that especially now I'm diagnosed with autism and adhd and I'm learning to not put myself in situations that will drain me.

I'm very much a gentle parent to my child. I grew up in a hostile, abusive household and DO NOT want to continue the generational trauma. I've read alot of books to do with child psychology and development and its SO important!!

My favourite films are my neighbour totoro and anything to do with that genre. Spirited away etc.

Anyways I'll stop rambling for now. This was fun to do and I'll be blogging every so often to get my emotions out and work through things as I struggle sometimes.

My blog will always be a safe space for people that are learning to love themselves, self compassion, ND people are safe here, anyone who is also part of the LGBTQA+ community is always welcome you are safe. Also anyone who is struggling mentally too.

Have a blessed day and be kind to yourself. ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

#mentalhealth #self development #self empowerment #self love journey

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olivetoseeyou · 2 years

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Olive knows that peeking out of the window every few minutes isn't going to make him arrive any quicker but even still, she darts to the window every time there's an ad break to see if maybe there's a taxi cab letting her brother out. Nothing. She settles back down to watch her video (what a fantastic method of applying foundation!) and then nearly jumps out of her skin at the sudden sound of the buzzer.

"Oh my gosh, hiiii," she says over the intercom. "I am so sorry, I just realized I never gave you my apartment number, I was going to text you, but you found it! I guess Dad gave it to you? Do you want me to go down and get you? I'm all the way up on the fourteenth floor except it's really the thirteenth floor, so if you're listening for the dings, it's thirteen and not fourteen."

"Fear not, intergalactic space traveler. It is with great joy that I announce that I can, in fact, use an elevator," Blixa replies. "Also, no, no, I have been pressing every button until reaching you. Your neighbors hate me now."

He could simply pull the memory from the intercom system if he took off his gloves. Blixa won't.

A few minutes later and Olive's putting his suitcases away and lamenting the dampness of his poor velvet coat ("Mother Nature battled me and sorrowfully, I did not emerge triumphant") and fretting over the fact that he smells like he's smoking again and making tea for them both with four sugar cubes and cookies with the most darling star-shaped sprinkles on the side.

Olive's world is full of rosy pinks and soft cream, everything light and airy and sugary sweet, a creature of lace and charming antique buttons and delicate little handbags that can fit her phone and not much else, everything her brother has soundly rejected in favor of chipped black polish and steel-toed boots and black lipstick drawn on sharp and angular like an old German movie. He says he's not goth because he doesn't listen to gothic rock but Olive's pretty sure all the black and deep purple has to count for something.

"I love what you've done with your hair!" she exclaims brightly as she adds another sugar cube to her tea. It just wasn't sweet enough. Olive rarely likes anything she can taste strongly (she takes her blood in pill form because otherwise it's all she can taste for the next couple of hours) but she does like sweets as long as they aren't also sour.

"Thank you, thank you. It is a wig! A cunning disguise. I would take it off to show you what has been done to my actual hair but it's pinned in place. You must use your imagination instead. Conjure up something interesting."

Blixa stirs his tea languidly, takes an experimental sip, then grabs his flask and pours a measure of something that is probably (maybe?) just blood into it. Is carrying around a flask of blood safe? Won't you get food poisoning if it gets too warm?

"Rum? I have come all the way from Vegas bearing libations for the upcoming celebration of your advancement into the world of...I don't know a pretentious way to word 'college graduation' in English. I must do my best to find better wordage ere Aphelion arrives because this shit annoys every bit of fuck out of him."

"Oh, oh gosh, thank you but I'm good," Olive says with a little wave. "Isn't it kind of early for that? Even Dad doesn't drink before ten. I mean, besides Bloody Marys with brunch but I don't know if that counts. I feel like all the vegetables make it healthy, maybe?"

"Fear not for the sake of my liver, dear sister. This is mostly blood and ice. I'm not going to tell you how much wine I drink or else your little heart will burst with sorrow," he replies. "Your morning is my night. Forgive me of my little vices. If you traveled all across this accursed country in a bus with no one for company but a pack of idiots (and also my sweet and lovely Tea, foremost among all women, if only I was a lesbian, alas), well, little bat, you'd do worse than a little pick-me-up. Have I ever told you how much I hate Italians?"

Olive drops another sugar cube into her tea. There's too much sugar in this for it too fully dissolve, so it makes a layer of sugar sludge on the bottom. This is how she likes tea. This is the proper way of making tea.

"You're Italian," she says and Blixa groans, collapsing dramatically against a rose-embroidered pillow.

"Yes, yes, so don't you understand how much it pains me to spend all my days in everlasting sorrow? I take the band on this grand voyage so that we may find a single drop of inspiration and what do I receive in return? Nothing but complaints! I do not want to hear anymore about how much you hate the food in America, how much you hate the wine, how much you hate the coffee. Trite, trite, overdone, I have heard all these complaints too many times, I shall scream if I hear another."

Wouldn't it be nice if this had some honey? Then again, maybe she should stop right here. Too much sugar's bad for your teeth.

"But you hate the wine and coffee. And anyway, weren't you going to take the band to Olive Garden on all your restaurant-picking days to bug them?"

"Ugh, yes, and it would have been so funny but they ruined it by picking out the most obvious tourist traps to eat at and then having the audacity to complain that it's like we don't have our share of mediocre restaurants for the sake of the English tourists, who we all know lack taste and reason. And the other tourists too, of course. Their sins are many. I didn't even want to take them to Olive Garden anymore after three days of listening to such endless complaints. What nonsense. I plotted something much more evil."

Olive does not mention that their father is, in fact, English but then again, he's not a tourist and he's spent the last thirty years mostly between America and Italy. Also, he's an alien.

"Oh, did you take them to Taco Hell instead?"

"I took them to restaurants so good that they couldn't possibly complain about a single thing," Blixa exclaims with fiendish glee. "We ate opulently. We ate with decadence. Fucking Luca couldn't complain about a single fucking thing, pigshit-for-brains. The best revenge is eating duck, Olive."

"I'll keep that in mind if I ever make an enemy," she says. "What are they up to while you're here? Oh, did they come with? I just love Tea. I mean, the person, not the beverage. I mean, lowercase tea is okay, I'm drinking it, but I meant her. She said she'd show me her theremin!"

"It's much more exciting when you're not a little bat. Why do you think she named herself that, hm? My sweet darling has fallen fast and hard for some bartender in Philadelphia, so we'll see how that goes. As for the rest, they're journeying to Florida and you won't catch me dead there. It is a place full of pestilence and woe."

The more Olive tries to convince herself that honey would be too much for the tea, the more she wants it.

"Oh, I don't know, Universal Orlando has a horror makeup show you'd like. They teach you how to make fake blood."

"What?! Those sons of bitches didn't tell me that!"

At last, the tea is finished, a little drop of honey added because she couldn't resist the temptation.

"So, you said Aphelion's coming? Do you know if Syz is or...well, I guess she probably isn't. I sent an invite but I didn't hear anything back, but it's okay! I know she's really busy."

"Probably not. Sorry."

She nibbles on a cookie and pretends not to be disappointed.

"It's okay! John's not coming to the ceremony because Dad's there but we're going out for ice cream after! Maybe you could come?"

Blixa raises an eyebrow.

"You talk to John?"

She doesn't need to be an empath to feel his surprise but it doesn't hurt.

"Oh, is that...is that bad?"

"No, no, of course not, it's just that...I have only talked to him once in my entire life and it is only because a friend took me to a concert of his. I don't even know where he lives."

Their family's dynamic is complicated. John keeps a chasm of distance between him and everyone else, the swans only care about their own families, Syzygy resents their father's remarriage, Aphelion's just here to party as much as a fox can, Blixa also resents their father's remarriage but for entirely different reasons, and Olive just wishes everyone got along and maybe they can go to her graduation if they want.

"Oh, he's kind of grumpy but he's nice! I like him a lot! I think we're going to be really good friends! Maybe we could go over there together? But we'd have to take a Fuber or a taxi or maybe he could pick us up because I don't have a car. He lives near the city but you have to drive because it's only near the city, not in it. I kind of just kept showing up at his house with pies until he let me in. One of his fans posted his address online, so...oh no, that's pretty creepy, isn't it?"

The eyebrow goes even higher.

"Yes, just a little bit. I...think it would be very interesting indeed to meet him properly. Just don't do anything like invite Dad, alright?"

"Oh, I know he doesn't really talk to him. So I'm not doing that. I'll send him an email later. He doesn't really do texting," Olive says, fidgeting with her tea cup because people not getting along is unpleasant and she doesn't do unpleasant. The whole point of life is to have fun and maybe eat strawberry cake! Everything else just gets in the way of that.

"Is it okay if we don't go to a place for vampires?" Olive asks, dipping into a whisper on the last word out of habit. It's not that it's a dirty word and she knows that volphs and vampires don't usually get along (which makes sense because Blixa's made her watch a lot of horror movies, so it tracks with Underworld logic) but it's not like Oberyn's ever made her feel bad for not being 100% human and it's not like her dad's even here for it to even be an issue, but there are certain words it's just better to dance around. The collar's not the best at distinguishing what he says from what other people say.

(That's another thing getting in the pursuit of having a lot of fun and eating strawberry cake.)

"I can manage with a less than sanguinary dessert now and then, yes," Blixa replies.

"Oh, great! You'll have to manage twice because I'm taking Dad to just the cutest little tea house. They have these blueberry scones that are so good and the sweetest, most darling little shortbreads and the teeniest little cucumber sandwiches. Don't you feel so fancy eating a cucumber sandwich?"

"I've never eaten a cucumber sandwich in my life."

Olive doesn't cook for him because she's too worried about messing something up in front of other people and she gets the impression that Blixa's sense of taste is stronger than hers (he has sharply defined opinions on the pros and cons of different varieties of asparagus and meanwhile she's not really sure if he's just making that all up or not), so he probably wouldn't like her cooking anyway because she's really not sure what's the right amount of salt and garlic to use. The cookbooks always say to taste but whose taste is that supposed to be? Instead, she orders sandwiches and coffee from the cute little cafe that makes her lemon-lavender lattes with the cute gold sparkles and Blixa doesn't even complain that his macchiato isn't actually a macchiato.

"I'm really glad Dad is coming! He's been really busy lately with the new album but I guess it was silly to even think about him not coming. He likes parties a lot more than work," Olive says as she finishes off her sandwich. "It'll be really nice to spend time with him without his manager around."

It was bad enough that Mr. Blakewell moved in when he had his own house he could have stayed in.

"Hm? Charles is coming," Blixa says, ruining all of her hopes and dreams. "There's no way our father can figure out an airport without him."

"What?!" she exclaims and then winces internally because showing disappointment isn't really graceful. "Everyone forgets to tell me things like this. Why does he have to come? Aphelion's going with him, so Dad doesn't need an escort."

"Aphelion? Don't be facetious. The whole point of having an escort is to guide him away from trouble, not drag him off to deface his ex's Lambo, which, while still very funny and I am personally a very big fan of the charming phallic designs they drew on it -a bold artistic statement against Aphelion's appalling taste in the masculine gender- could've ended in a messy legal situation," says Blixa.

"Like it or not, our father pays him a fortune to tell him no. I've seen the papers. A very impressive salary. By my estimation, he'd save a fortune were they wed in that blessèd state of matrimony but alas, alack, it is a damn certainty they don't do marriage in Hell, so I'm certain dear Dad is only being respectful of his background."

Blixa likes to joke that their father's manager is the famous devil that went down to Georgia but the thing is, what if he's a devil? Are those even real? Olive's given it serious consideration but lately she's given the unseelie theory more merit.

"I daresay Dad has other reasons for wanting him around," Blixa says and nope, nope, Olive doesn't like that implication, they aren't a thing, Charles is just Dad's manager who lives with him and has dinner at the table, that's all, that's a normal thing, they aren't having this discussion, she is shutting this down.

"Oh! I just remembered something I've been dying to ask you because you know so many genres. Could you explain shoegaze to me? I'm just not sure what it actually is."

"Yes! It is very simple. First of all..."

#ooc #drabble #olive has tea #is a little sad about complicated family dynamics #has a good time thinking about cookies #lives in denial a little #lives in denial a lot #i'm so sorry olive your father's only stable relationship is with his manager

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rayslittlekitten · 2 years

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Ok I was wondering if you could do a Raleigh Becket x fem!reader, where they just kind of have like a laid back day and relax. A day with no kaiju attacks you know? Fluff and stuff.

I don't know if this is what you were looking for, but I hope you like this. This is my first Raleigh Becket fic. I've written drabbles for him but not like a whole fic or one shot.

"It's a Date"

A/N: I actually re-watched "Pacific Rim" for this request. It had been a while. This is also my first actually Raleigh fic.

Rating: T

Word Count: ~930

Pairing: Raleigh Becket x F! Reader

Plot: You and Raleigh make plans for the future.

Contains: fluff

Thankfully, it’s a slow day today. No kaiju alerts especially after the grueling day you all had yesterday successfully battling two level twos. Both the Gipsy Danger and another Jaeger took a hit, but fortunately everyone survived. Everyone deserves the break.

After you finish doing some maintenance on the Gipsy Danger, you clean your hands on a rag before heading to the showers. As you make your way, you run into Raleigh in the elevator.

"Looking good," Raleigh compliments with a smirk.

"Yes, she sure is," you glance over at the Gipsy Danger as the doors close.

"I meant you," he turns to look over at you.

You're in your greased up coveralls and black steel toe boots. Your hair is pushed back with a bandana and there's sweat and dirt smudged on your face. You're gripping onto your work gloves you’ve been wearing all day, but you know some of the filth has made it underneath your nails. They always do. Meanwhile, even with his messy hair, your boyfriend actually looks like he just came off a Men's Health magazine photoshoot after working out. His sweaty white tee clings to his body and his clean scent permeates throughout the enclosed space.

You roll your eyes at him.

"I mean it." Raleigh reaches over to pinch your cheek.

You playfully smack his chest with your gloves and giggle. His hand reaches for one of your belt loops and pulls you in closer to him. You giggle again.

"My adorable mechanic." Raleigh leans in to nudge his sweaty nose against yours, the dirt transferring over to his.

As you turn your body towards him and tip toe to meet his lips, the elevator opens and you both instantly break apart. Marshal Pentecost glances at the two of you before finally stepping in. You both respectfully address him and he acknowledges the both of you. The rest of the elevator ride is quiet while you and Raleigh throw smirks at each other behind the Marshal's back.

After you both wash all the grime off of your bodies, you both curl up in your dorm room. He’s sitting up in bed leaning his back against a pillow while reading a book and your head is resting on his lap while you’re doing a crossword puzzle.

"You think this war will ever be over?" You ask Raleigh, pausing in the middle of your game.

“I know it will.” He puts his book down and looks down at you.

“What do you think the world could be like when the war is over? You think everything will be back to normal like it was before all this?” you crane your neck up to look at him.

“I don’t know. Maybe,” Raleigh shrugs. “I never really think too much into the future. I like to focus on the present.” The back of his knuckles graze the side of your face. The corners of your lips turn up as you look up at him.

“If the war ends tomorrow, what is the first thing you would do?” Raleigh asks, bookmarking and closing his book and turning the tables on you.

“Probably kiss and hug you,” you answer.

“Okay, second thing,” he smirks and rolls his eyes.

“Go somewhere warm. Alaska is beautiful but it’s too cold for my liking. I miss the warm weather and beaches and feeling the sand between my toes. I also miss wearing cute dresses and heels,” you sigh.

“Well, I know you look cute out of your uniform,” Raleigh winks. You raise your eyebrows at him. “You look downright sexy in nothing but my shirt.”

“Raleigh!” You feel all the blood rushing to your face and you lightly slap him in the chest with your crossword puzzle book.

“But I’d love to see you all dolled up. I want to be able to take you out on a proper date one day. That’s the first thing I’d do if the war ends tomorrow.” He plays with your hair as he looks down to admire you.

“That’s the first thing you would do? Take me out on a date?” You laugh.

The two of you met after graduating from the Jaegar Academy and became close friends at first. Things evolved romantically when you and Raleigh got into a friendly but competitive combat while training. One might say the two of you are drift compatible, but you never trained to become a Ranger. You’re much more comfortable being behind the scenes maintaining the giant machines, but honestly, he is much more compatible with his brother Yancy.

Your first actual date with him was in the cafeteria during lunch time which got cut short thanks to a level one kaiju. Since then, the two of you have found comfort in and companionship with each other during these times.

“Yeah, you deserve it. A place with tablecloths and candles,” he chuckles. “And where they serve a basket of warm bread before the meal.”

“Honestly, just a warm basket of bread sounds like the most delicious thing right now. I miss good bread. Whatever they serve in the cafeteria cannot possibly be classified as bread.” You breath out a small chortle and get lost in thought, reminiscing about good food you used to enjoy and indulge in.

“We’ll get there one day. We have to.” Raleigh says, snapping you out of your thoughts. “And when we do, I will get all the fresh bread I can get my hands on, just for you.”

“It’s a date!” A wide smile spreads across your face.

“It’s a date,” Raleigh beams.

#inbox #charlie hunnam #charlie hunnam fanfiction #raleigh becket #raleigh becket x reader #raleigh becket x you #raleigh becket x fem #raleigh becket x f!reader #pacific rim #pacific rim fanfiction #raleigh becket fanfiction

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borathae · 3 years

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↳ Index [#Chapter 13 - Two Months]

Genre: Smut, Fluff

Warnings: sub!Jungkook, soft dom!Reader, mommy kink, blowjob, rimjob, pegging, thigh riding, anal fingering, self-choking, nipple play, hickeys, reverse strength kink, lube kink, cock warming, fluffy aftercare, domestic bliss, the tiniest fear of abandonment, she is trying so much for him :(

Wordcount: 11.1k

a/n: y’all ever heard of screaming? yeah.

Jungkook wakes up in a lonely bed and panics. You aren’t with him. You should be, but you aren’t.

“___?” he calls out and sits up.

He is alone. You aren’t here with him.

"My love?" tries again and rolls out of bed to hurry to the bathroom.

He feels like throwing up. Maybe he is actually going to throw up. You aren’t in the bathroom. You aren’t here!

"Holy fuck. Where is she?" he pants, hurrying out of the bedroom.

This is his worst nightmare. You are gone and he is alone. This is his end. You’re gone. You’re gone.

Jungkook drags his feet over the marble floor. It is warm on his naked soles. Like always in the morning his heating turns on automatically and warms his penthouse until it is cozy. It doesn’t really feel cozy today. It feels spacious and way too big and as if he was wandering through endless hallways to an unknown destination. He knows that his destination was the kitchen, but he doesn’t know in what kind of state he would find it in. He imagines the worst things. He imagines an empty kitchen and one single stick-it note, telling him that you would never come back again. He imagines an empty kitchen and no notes, just silence and the everlasting presence of loneliness. He imagines you in your coat and with your shoes on stepping into the elevator and leaving him for good.

He rounds the corner and finally has view of his open living space. The endless, tall windows show the city taking a shower in strong, cold rain. The lights are turned on to battle the darkness the black clouds give the world. The living room was empty otherwise. Jungkook wheezes for air and lets his eyes flit to the empty kitchen.

“What?”

It wasn’t empty.

You were there, currently having your back turned to him and wearing an apron. You had the speakers turned on too, listening to the playlist you and Jungkook created together. You tried to sing the song, doing so by making little gestures with your left hand.

Jungkook felt so confused. What were you doing here and why did you look happy?

He steps closer with his stomach tight in nervousness.

“___?”

“Ah!” you startle and flinch. Then you whip around, “close your eyes!” you yelp.

Jungkook closes his eyes instantly, even going so far as to cover them with his hands.

“I don’t understand.”

“Argh Jungkook you weren’t supposed to be awake yet”, you whine and a second later Jungkook feels your hands on his waist. It makes his flinch in surprise, “turn around and leave”, you order him, twirling him around and pushing him away gently.

Jungkook stumbles and squeaks, almost falling down the two stairs, hadn’t you held him so tightly.

“What are you doing? I don’t understand why I have to leave or cover my eyes”, he stutters.

“You go take a shower or something, I’ll get you from the bedroom once I’m done”, you tell him with a soft pat to the butt and a gentle push.

Jungkook stumbles, opening his eyes and sneaking a glance at you.

“Do as you’re told.”

He clicks his tongue, “fine. You’re so confusing.”

You shrug your shoulders and then turn your back to him to run back to the kitchen. Jungkook watches you for a little while.

“Go Jungkook!” you call out.

He blushes and then turns to hurry back to the bedroom.

He does as he is told. He takes a shower, even washes his hair. Then he brushes his teeth and does his skincare. He also cleans your water bottles and refills them, putting them on each of your bedside tables for tomorrow. You forced him to take on the habit of always drinking a bottle of water after waking up, you told him that it is good for hydration and flushing the toxins out. Jungkook liked doing it because you do it with him and he feels better afterwards. Then he makes the bed and opens the windows to let in fresh air. Petrichor lingered in the air, it was a welcome smell from too little oxygen. And afterwards he sits, wrapped in nothing but his morning kimono, staring at the wall. He can’t even go outside and change into other clothes because he would have to pass the kitchen to get to his dressing room. So he sits and thinks about how fucked up his thought process was and that he has to ask his therapist if that was normal. He also wondered what the reason for you sending him to the bedroom could be. He changes between these two topics until the clock shows a new hour.

“Bunny?”

Jungkook blinks and turns his head to the door, staring at you with his lower lip between his teeth as he nibbles on it nervously.

“Come here”, you say and smile.

Jungkook feels relieved at the view of your smile. So you weren’t mad at him like he feared you were. He stands up and fixes his kimono then hurries to you with his hands hidden in the sleeves of his robe and his eyes lowered.

“Take my hand”, you say and Jungkook obeys, taking it shyly, “now close your eyes and follow me.”

Jungkook obeys, allowing you to lead him through his penthouse with his throat constricted in nervousness. He can barely even breathe at this point, it literally feels as if a hand was holding his heart and lungs and was squeezing them tightly. Then all of a sudden you stop and Jungkook feels his stomach tighten painfully.

“Keep them closed until I tell you to open them”, you say and slip your hand out of his’.

Jungkook listens to your barefoot steps and then the soft shuffling of you picking something up.

“Okay, open them.”

Jungkook opens his eyes and gasps.

“Happy two months anniversary Bunny!” you exclaim with a bright smile, holding the prettiest bouquet of flowers Jungkook has ever seen. The dining table was set up with candles and paper hearts everywhere and food was steaming in the middle.

“No”, he whispers and throws his hand over his mouth, “___”, he chokes out, tearing up.

You smile and hurry closer to take his hand and pull him to the table.

“Look, I made breakfast. Chicken soup, rice porridge, egg rolls and all kinds of the kimchi. It’ll do your stomach good”, you explain proudly, rubbing his tummy, and turn to him.

Your smile falls.

“Jungkook, why are you crying?” you gasp.

Jungkook lowers his head and whimpers.

“What’s wrong? Do you not like it?”

He sobs and then without warning he collides with your body in a tight hug, burying his face in your neck.

“I love it so much”, he presses out and sobs loudly, “thank you so much!”

“Aww Bunny”, you wrap him up in your arms and ruffle his hair, “you’re so cute, I’m happy that you like it.”

Jungkook hugs you tightly and squeaks. You chuckle, squeezing him back.

“I’m so nervous. This is the first time I’m doing something like this. All of this relationship stuff is so new to me and stuff like anniversaries weren’t really important to me in the past, but I know that they are important to you. And I hope that this can make up for the literal fuck-up of our first anniversary”, you say, rocking your bodies from side to side.

Jungkook lifts his head. He sniffles but smiles.

“It’s so awesome”, he whispers, closing his eyes when you reach out and wipe his tears away.

You smile, “I’m so relieved. Gosh Kookie, I wanna eat your cute ass whole.”

He giggles and hides his face behind his hands. You tug them away and hold them instead.

“Also please be gentle with me if I ever forget about any important dates again. I’m trying really hard not to, but you know I can be a mess with stuff like that.”

“Yes okay”, he says and nods his head, “I’ll try not to be so dramatic next time it happens.”

“Hey no, you can be upset if you feel like it”, you say and give him a reassuring smile. Then you reach out and pinch his sides, making him giggle and writhe cutely.

“Now come, let’s eat before it gets cold.”

“Yes okay. I’m already so hungry”, he says with a cute lisp and then sits down. He grabs the chair to pull it closer but you slap his hand away softly.

“Huh?” he looks up at you.

“Let me”, you say and grin.

“Oh?” he lowers his eyes and blushes, “yes okay.”

So you push the chair in for him, doing so with a giggle and making Jungkook giggle as well. You lean down to press a big smooch to his cheek and then hurry to your chair to sit down on it. Jungkook’s face is as red as the candles you picked out. He can’t even look into your eyes or his face would probably go up in flames.

“What do you want to try first?” you ask him and take his empty bowl for side dishes.

“I don’t know, it all looks so yummy”, he says shyly.

“I’ll just give you some of everything”, you decide and fill his bowl with as many side dishes as you can, “here you go.”

“Thank you”, he whispers.

“Okay then. Dig in”, you say and begin slurping your soup deliciously, “mh-hm yep that’s good. Oh wow, I managed to hit the seasoning just right.”

Jungkook picks up his spoon and begins eating the warm soup. He feels his eyes tear up just from the sheer taste of the soup. It tastes like coming home.

“It’s so good”, he says.

“Yeah?” you smile at him and then pick up a piece of radish kimchi, “try it with this.”

Jungkook lets you feed him, feeling his ears burn up too by now. He chews with his big eyes glued to yours.

“You’re so cute”, you gush and caress his left cheek just once then you already continue eating your soup.

Jungkook has genuinely never felt so loved before. It makes him breathe so easily and his heart bumps his blood better too, also the food tastes a million times better. You did all of this for him. He expected lonely, abandoned kitchens and instead he got the best anniversary surprise he could have ever wished for.

“Wow okay”, you groan as you shovel porridge into your mouth, “try the porridge baby. Fuck I sound so narcissistic, but that shit slaps hard.”

Jungkook laughs softly and reaches over the table to fill his spoon with warm abalone porridge. You put a piece of kimchi on top of the scoop and give him a sweet eye smile. Jungkook tries the porridge with his heart racing.

“And?”

“Mhhhhm”, he widens his eyes, “that’s so yummy, wow”, he exclaims and goes for a second spoon.

You once again add some kimchi for him and once again Jungkook feels his heart race at the gesture.

You and Jungkook manage to finish all of the food you had prepared. You feed Jungkook the last piece of egg roll and kimchi, watching him chew it as his cheeks continue burning up in giddiness.

“Did you like the food?” you ask with a fond smile on your lips.

“Yes so much”, he says and lowers his gaze.

You reach out and caress his cheek absentmindedly.

“Do you still have space for dessert?”

“Dessert?”

“Mhm”, you grin and stand up, “I’ll get it real quick.”

Jungkook watches you hurry to the fridge and then rummage around in it for a few seconds. He cleans the table in the meantime, stacking the empty bowls and plates on each other. You are now using whipped cream, putting it on the plates with uttermost care.

“What are you doing?” he asks you, watching you inspect the plates with squinted eyes.

“All done, nice”, you ignore his question and instead hurry back to Jungkook.

You put down the plate in front of him, revealing neatly stacked hotteok to his eyes. You drew a little heart with the whipped cream on them.

“My love, this is so pretty”, he gasps, feeling himself tear up again.

“Yeah? I messed up one heart big time. Look, it looks like a really loose ballsack”, you say and show him your plate.

Jungkook snorts and cackles, hiding his mouth behind his hand.

“Don’t say that”, he whines and laughs loudly.

You chuckle, ruffle his hair and sit down again.

“You’re so cute when you laugh Bunny.”

Jungkook stops laughing and gawks at you.

“Ah”, you let out and lower your gaze to your plate, “it’s so cringey when I talk like this, isn’t it?”

“No it’s not”, Jungkook reaches out and holds your hand, “thank you so much, I know that you don’t like to say cheesy stuff like that.”

You look into his eyes and smile shyly.

“I wanna try for you, you know?”

He nods his head and smiles.

“Thank you.”

“Mhm”, you hum and give him one last smile before looking at your plate and poking the sweet cake with your fork, “I hope it’s good. I never made hotteok before.”

“Well there is only one way to find out if it is yummy”, he says and takes a big bite. He chews twice and then his eyes widen, “mhhhhhhm”, he hums with his voice pitched, “my love this is amazing!”

You roll your eyes and take a bite yourself, “you’re overreacting…okay damn that is good.”

“Yes it is”, he says and giggles. He goes to throw his arm around your shoulder and press a smooch to your lips despite you and him being midchew. He pulls back, grinning at your flustered – maybe even flabbergasted – expression, “you are the best girlfriend ever”, he whispers fondly.

“Stop that”, you murmur, pouting.

“Hehe”, he giggles and smooches your cheek, “you’re so cute.”

“Jungkook stop that”, you complain in a whine and nudge his chest softly, “I don’t like that.”

“Well get used to it, because I’m not gonna stop”, he says and sticks his tongue out.

“Did you just stick your tongue out on me?” you gasp.

He cackles boyishly and shrugs his shoulders, taking a big bite of his hotteok and chewing it vigorously.

“You little shit”, you murmur, nudging his chest again before chuckling fondly and eating your own dessert.

You clean up together once you have finished your dessert. Jungkook got dishwasher duty and you counter duty. You work perfectly around each other, not once bumping into the other. You finish before Jungkook and decide to help him.

"That's not necessary", he says shyly.

"Hush, let me help", you tell him and give his ass a soft spank.

"Ah", he lets out, sounding maybe a little bit too breathy. His face is red in an instant. Your eyes are glued to it, widened in shock.

"What was that?"

"N-nothing."

"Bunny", you step closer, touching his waist, "did you just moan for me?"

"N-no? Of c-course not", he stutters, swallowing heavily.

"Mhhhm Bunny", you purr, letting your hand slip into his kimono. You touch his nipple, watching how it widens his eyes.

He inhales and exhales shakily, touching your arm.

"Please not this spot, this i-is unfair", he breathes, fighting with the urge to arch his back.

You tug on his nipple and roll it between your fingers, feeling him shudder. Jungkook looks at you, eyes glassy and cheeks beet red. You give him a playful smirk and pinch his nipple.

He squeaks involuntarily, throwing his hand over his mouth in shock. You smile and pinch him again. He flinches, squeezing his eyes shut. How adorable.

"Should I take care of you Bunny?" you rasp, caressing his pecs.

Jungkook nods his head vigorously.

"I need you to say it."

Jungkook moves his hand away, grasping your shoulder instead, "please take care of me."

"Good boy. Fuck, I’m gonna take such good care of you."

You place your hands on his waist and step in front of him. Jungkook swallows heavily. You push him, making him stumble and collide with the kitchen island.

He gasps, widening his eyes.

You give him a playful smirk and rip his kimono open to reveal his torso to your hungry eyes. He looks incredible. Goddamn fucking incredible.

"Fuck", he moans, gawking down at his heaving up and down chest. He looks into your eyes. You look so turned on right now, "fuck", he whispers, swallowing in nervous excitement.

You smirk and without warning connect your lips with his neck. Jungkook tilts his head back and moans. It sounds loud in the quiet room, like a secret of pleasure he wanted the world to find out. His neck is so sensitive, tingling when you nibble on it slowly all while your fingers outline the ridges of his abs. Jungkook is shivering like crazy, parting his legs in hopes that your knee would fill the empty space.

But it doesn’t. Of course it doesn’t, leaving Jungkook to writhe in desperation.

"You're delicious", you rasp and run your mouth down his neck, sucking on his collarbone and bruising it. It sends a shudder through his body, forcing his eyelids to flutter. Fuck. It stings so nice.

You release his skin with a bop of your lips, listening to his shaky inhale. You know that he has his legs parted in hopes you would grind against him. You’re not blind, but you are mean and teasing him is so much fun.

"Now you’re mine again", you rasp, rubbing your hands back and forth on his ribs. Right where they move in quick pants.

"So fucking yours", he breathes with his lips slightly parted.

"Exactly", you lick down his chest, "mine", you growl and bite down on his nipple.

"Ah!" he squeaks, cupping your cheek on instinct. He laughs breathily, arching his back for you as you suck on his nipple until it hardens.

"Mhhm", you purr, moving to his other nipple. You leave a trail of hickeys on his chest, one as pretty as the other. Jungkook is panting once you reach his nipple, flinching when you bite down and force that sharp, addicting pain to shoot through his veins.

"Mommy", he whispers.

You lift your head, "what was that?"

Jungkook looks at you, cheeks beet red.

"Fuck, why do you wanna tease me so much today?" he murmurs, slightly embarrassed.

You grin, straightening up and stepping closer. Jungkook swallows, half-lidded eyes glued to your mouth. Your lips are barely touching, tickling him.

"Say it Bunny, I wanna see how your lips move when you do", you rasp, gazing at his lips.

Jungkook touches your waist and moans softly. Your fingers run along his pecs.

"Mommy", he whispers, voice raspy.

"Fuck, you’re so perfect", you rasp, darting your tongue out to flick it over his lips.

Jungkook moans, closing his eyes in anticipation. But the kiss doesn’t come. Instead you drop to your knees, almost giving him a heart attack in excitement.

"Really? Here?" he gasps squeakily, looking around as if someone could walk in on you on your knees for his cock.

"Yes, here", you rasp, undoing the knot and making his kimono fall open completely.

"Oh god mommy", Jungkook gasps, hands falling to his exposed cock on instinct. He is so naked. So goddamn exposed with windows surrounding him everywhere. He knows it is impossible that anyone can see you and him right now, but fuck it's still so unusual to be naked in the kitchen.

"Don't hide from me, Bunny", you pull them away and give him a warning glare.

Jungkook swallows nervously, nodding his head in obedience. He twists the long sleeves of his kimono between his fingers and bites down on his lower lip, widening his stance.

You purr contently, running your hands up and down his toned legs. You like that he is naked underneath, not only does he look fucking amazing naked but it also saves time.

"You have the best cock, Bunny. Don’t ever feel shy about it", you rasp, "may I have the honour?"

"Yes, of course yes", he says, nodding vigorously.

"Perfect", you say and wrap your fingers around it.

It is still soft enough to fit right into your palm. Perfect. You love getting him hard.

Jungkook moans softly, eyes basically glued to your hand.

You run it up and down his length, massaging his tip with your thumb each time you reach it.

"That's really nice", he sighs, "I'm so gonna get hard."

"I hope you do, I wanna taste."

Jungkook grows harder at the words, making the slip a little easier. Slow, calculated rolls on his cockhead and smooth tugs up and down his length and Jungkook has grown into his full length within minutes. His breathing has sped up as well, pupils dilated in arousal.

"Feels so nice", he whispers and moans.

"Wanna have more?"

"Yes, more please."

You open your mouth and stick your tongue out. You slap it with his cock twice before moving your head up and swallowing him in his entirety.

"Fuck", he yelps, head falling back, "I always f-forget you can do t-that."

You chuckle and begin bobbing up and down his cock. Fuck, the way he slips down your throat, it feels so amazing. You moan, closing your eyes. Such a sensation must be enjoyed in its entirety. Pun intended. You moan again, letting one of your hands escape his thick thighs to play with his balls instead.

Jungkook wheezes for air, grasping the edge of the kitchen counter. His knees are shaking. You have given him head so many times before and yet each time, he forgets just how good you are at it. Mindnumbingly good. The kind of good that makes him embarrassingly hard in the most awkward of situations if he dares to think about it for longer than five minutes. Last time it was in the middle of a meeting in which he zoned out and replayed the blowjob you had given him that morning. Thankfully he managed to keep seated through the rest of the meeting.

You slip off his cock, flicking your tongue over his tip messily while your hands jerk off his spit slickened shaft. Jungkook twitches with his thighs and groans.

"You like it, Bunny?" you taunt, kissing his tip.

"You feel amazing", he presses out, resorting to moaning again afterwards.

You smile and kiss his tip again before taking it in your mouth and sucking on it vigorously. You begin bobbing your head up and down again, focusing all your attention on his tip while your hands move around his length.

"Fucking hell", he croaks, using the muscles in his arms to prevent his body from slipping. It is getting so hard to keep himself standing. Your mouth is making him so weak. All he wants to do is fall to the floor and succumb to the pleasure.

You remove one of your hands, placing it back on his tight balls. You take in more and more, moaning deliciously with each new inch he feeds you so obediently.

"Mommy", he sobs blissfully, left hand flailing in the air as he contemplates holding your hair. He gives up in the end, reaching up to massage his eyes instead. He laughs panickedly, "it's too much."

"Yeah?" you slip off his cock, "wanna cum?"

"So much", he whispers.

"Interesting."

Jungkook listens to the distinct sound of you standing up, feeling his heart skip a beat. He peels his eyes open. He was right, you are standing again. Fuck, your lips are so swollen and wet.

"Hey", you rasp.

"Hi", he whispers, swallowing heavily at the playful mischief in your eyes. What are you planning?

You smirk and grasp his hips, pressing them snug against yours.

Jungkook moans, tilting his head back. His cock rubs against your stomach. Fuck, it's so sensitive, that the fabric of your hoodie feels twice as intense on his tip. You roll your hips into him twice and then your hands wander down to his legs.

Jungkook sneaks a confused glance your way, feeling his feet leave the ground a second later.

"Ah! What are you doing?" he squeaks, holding your shoulders tightly.

Thump.

You sat him down on the kitchen island counter with ease, forcing an excited giggle out of him.

"Holy shit that’s so hot, you’re so strong mommy", he gushes.

You smile and push him down on the counter. Jungkook falls gladly, mewling when his back hits the cold surface. It soaks right through the fabric, sending shivers down his spine.

You lift his legs.

"Huh?" Jungkook gasps, accepting his fate of getting them sat down on the counter. The stone feels cold on his soles.

"Keep them there."

"For what?" he asks, placing his hands on his thighs.

You decide to show him, sticking your tongue out and connecting it with his rim.

"Oh fuck!" he yelps, ripping his eyes open in surprise. His feet almost slipped off, the touch surprised him so much.

You grab his hips and pull his ass onto your face, lapping at his hole hungrily.

"Okay fuck. Please, fuck, please don’t stop", he begs, wheezing for air.

You growl playfully and shake your head. Not only to tell him that you weren’t planning on stopping, but also to rub your tongue over his clenching hole.

Jungkook throws his arm over his eyes and chokes out a desperate moan. His thighs are twitching and it has literally only been seconds. It feels amazing. Your tongue is so wet and soft and so warm, flicking and swirling over his sensitive rim in ways that make him see stars.

You slurp and break away just to run your fingers up and down his hole.

"You're delicious", you rasp, replacing your pointer finger with your tongue. You lick him quickly, hungrily, making the nastiest of sounds.

And Jungkook is whimpering, biting down on the palm of his hand in order not to scream. Rimjobs. They are the kind of sexual practice which he requests way too rarely, but each time he gets them he is reminded once again how much he fucking loves them. Jungkook squeezes his teary eyes shut and moans squeakily. He loves them so much.

You slurp and lick your way up to his cock. You suck and lick at his balls, all while your thumb is putting enough pressure on his rim that it feels as if it would slip in any second now. You know that Jungkook goes crazy for that sensation.

You suck on his skin and release it with a deep moan, watching how he opens and closes his mouth. You stick your tongue out and swirl it over his balls quickly. Jungkook squeaks and writhes.

You smile darkly, licking down his body until you have his rim under your tongue again. Jungkook flinches and gasps. Your thumb made it so sensitive.

"Mommy feels so good", he mewls.

You growl, burying your face in his ass. You slurp and moan, lick and flick, suck and swirl. He is so addicting, so goddamn fucking addicting.

"It feels so good", he keens and sobs softly, flailing with his knees restlessly. He can’t even control it happening. It just happens. It is like every single nerve in his body is connected and your tongue is controlling them.

You stop and Jungkook holds his breath. Your tongue is still pressed against his hole. He wonders what you are planning on doing.

"Oh god", he gasps and sucks in air through his teeth.

It is not deep or for long but for only a second your tongue wiggles into his hole, giving it a gentle stretch. You moan - the vibrations make his thighs twitch - and repeat it again. Three flicks, a short pause and a deep wiggle.

Jungkook is going insane. The breach isn’t deep. It is not even really past his tight ring of muscle, but it’s still so intense. Maybe it feels even better than when you actually breach him. It is so exciting, filled with the uncertainty of how deep you will go. Also Jungkook fucking lives for that soft pressure, the gentle stretch and the way how only for a second his hole seems to feel so vulnerable.

You pull your tongue out again and give him a short breather, kissing a path up to his balls again. You kiss them once before turning your face and connecting your lips with his inner thigh in a harsh suck.

"Ha!" he lets out breathily, writhing under the painful suck, "p-pinches."

You purr, releasing his bruised skin to soothe it with slow kitten licks.

"I'm sorry Bunny, but how else should I make sure everyone knows you’re mine?" you taunt, dark eyes glued to his face.

Jungkook blushes, blush growing when you give him a playful smirk.

"I like symmetry", you say and for a second Jungkook is confused until he feels your lips on his other inner thigh suck a big hickey on his skin.

"Ah hah ah", he presses out breathily, watching you with half-lidded eyes. It stings. It really, really does. You are definitely making sure that those marks are going to stay for a very long time. You release his skin and Jungkook feels the warmth spread all the way down to his cock. He moans, staring at the dark purple bruise.

"So pretty, my Bunny is so pretty", you coo, kissing both hickeys before kissing his hard cock. Right on top of his thick vein, making it twitch angrily. You suck on his skin gently, earning yourself a little moan from him.

"Mhhm", you hum, releasing his skin, "how come that you taste so delicious everywhere, Bunny?" you ask him, tongue lapping at the underside of his cock hungrily and eyes flitting up to meet his hazy gaze. Two of your fingers make sure that his cock stays pressed to his stomach, he can feel both of them so clearly that the slightest change of position would probably bring him over the edge.

Jungkook whimpers and closes his eyes. The eye contact was so intense that it made him shy.

"Uh-nuh", you lift your tongue, "don't close your eyes. Watch me."

Jungkook keens, forcing his eyes to open. He loves and hates this. He loves watching what you are doing because you are so pretty when you do it and it feels better when he can see it. But he also hates it because keeping his eyes open feels so impossible when you make him feel so good.

"Good Bunny", you praise, kissing his cock down to its base. You suck on it gently before moving on to his balls.

Jungkook whimpers in the back of his throat, furrowing his brows. He is so sensitive. You are just way too good at this shit. He can count the people, who paid attention to his balls, on one hand and he decided that you were the best of them all. Well, you are generally the best in every aspect, but the way you handle balls? Otherworldly, astonishing, showstopping, unlike anything he's ever felt before.

His eyelids flutter in sync with you sucking them into your mouth and swirling your tongue all over them. It also doesn’t help that your fingers are massaging his trembling thighs deeply. It tickles and yet Jungkook can’t get enough of it.

You release his balls with a bop of your lips, giving him a pretty smile.

"Good boy, kept your eyes open so well", you praise, making him blush. You place one last kiss on his terribly sensitive balls and then lick a thick stripe down to his rim.

"Ah mommy", he gasps, eyes closing and hips bucking up.

Spank.

He squeaks, ripping his eyes open widely. Your hand is still resting on his asscheek, forcing him to feel the burn of the spank even longer. He knows that it was for closing his eyes and the sheer torture of feeling your tongue wiggle into his hole but having to keep his eyes open forces a tear to roll down his cheek.

You growl happily and fuck your wet muscle in and out of his hole. It was supposed to be a reward and yet Jungkook feels himself keen in desperation. His eyelids flutter, his vision going in and out of focus.

"Mommy…"

You look so pretty. So beautiful. Your eyes are lowered playfully, giving him the best eye fuck he had ever gotten. Your nose is glistening in your own spit and one single strand of your hair is sticking to your forehead, curling slightly at the end. Sometimes it is still so exciting to see your face when you and him have sex. He knows that it has been two months and five days since he first saw your face, but it still feels like the first time each and every time.

"Mommy", he squeaks, hiding his mouth behind his balled fists.

You encourage him to talk with a cock of your right eyebrow and a toe curling flick of your tongue.

"Peg me please", he begs cutely, watching how a dark fire flickers up in your eyes.

You break away from him, growling playfully as you basically grope his thighs and hips.

"Are you sure? You really sure?" you pant, voice shaking in excitement.

He nods his head, "yes I'm sure. Please mommy, I wanna be filled with your strap."

"Urgh Jungkook you -" you pause to grasp his hips and shake them, "- I literally wanna eat you whole, you perfect fucking man", you spit in angry fondness, giving him a second shake.

Jungkook feels himself fluster, lowering his gaze and giggling shyly.

"Stop being so cute", you spit, pulling him over the counter to pick him up. You bounce him in your arms twice, making him squeal and wrap his limbs around you tightly. He looks at you with big eyes and his nose rosy, feeling like trembling. His cock is getting squeezed so good.

"I told you to stop being cute", you warn him, fond eyes racing over his features, "goddamn it, if you keep looking at me with those bunny eyes I'm gonna have to fuck you just that harder."

Jungkook shivers and draws closer, nuzzling his face into your neck. He is so far gone, he is so literally so far gone into subspace and he has never felt so eternal before. Him in your arms as you maneuver to the living room and bounce him every now and then just to make sure that his cock rubs against you. Jungkook has genuinely never felt better - safer - before.

You plop down on the edge of the sofa, caressing his ass and legs while Jungkook grinds against you slowly.

"Why don’t you go clean out real quick and I’ll get the strap from the playroom?" you say softly.

"I already did."

"Huh?" you gasp and chuckle, "are you serious? Were you hoping that I'd fuck your cute bum later?"

He nods his head, hiding his face in your neck.

"I swear to god you are driving me insane", you murmur, connecting both your hands with his ass in a loud slap.

Jungkook straightens up and moans, rolling his hips back and forth on your thigh. He whimpers, widening his eyes in surprise. That's a new sensation.

You seem to have noticed his sudden bliss as well, tensing and relaxing your thigh just as he does when you chase your orgasm on his thigh.

"Does that feel nice? Mhm? Does my thigh feel nice on your pretty hole?" you taunt, helping him grind down.

"Ah" he exhales shakily and nods his head vigorously.

"God Bunny, you give me so many new ideas", you whisper, squeezing his hips and flexing your thigh.

Jungkook lets out a sound. You can’t quite make out if it was a gasp or a moan or a sob. Maybe it was a little bit of everything, but you could watch how it curls his pink lips into a pretty pout and feel how his balls tighten against your thigh.

"Why don’t you let me get the strap and you stretch yourself open for me?" you suggest, knowing that Jungkook has reached a stage of bliss where he would blindly ride your thigh until he cums and then pout because he forgot about the pegging. That happened once when he wanted to fuck your ass but got so excited about the aspect that he came all over your pussy after grinding into her blindly. He was very pouty for the rest of that day.

"Yes mommy", he whispers, lifting his hips with your help.

He plops down on the sofa next to you and lifts his legs to his chest, running his right hand down to his ass. He flicks his finger over his rim, keeping his eyes locked on your face. A moan slips past his lips, twisting a coil in your tingling stomach. He is so handsome when he plays with himself. So obedient and pretty when he exposes himself and runs his long fingers over his most sensitive spots to make himself moan for you.

"Good boy. There we go, that will help", you say, trickling some of the body safe massage oil on his balls and ass. You always keep a bottle of it in your coffee table because Jungkook gets a tense neck way too frequently. It is also an acceptable makeshift lube for spontaneous adventures such as today.

Jungkook mewls and picks up the oil with shaking fingers, spreading it on his rim.

"There we go. Now careful, you know the oil isn’t the best for stuff like that. I'll be back soon."

"Please be quick", he pleads, slipping his middle finger inside his hole, "oh god mommy", he croaks, dropping his head into the pillows, "mommy please, please, please be quick."

He is such a temptatious little Bunny. He just knows your weaknesses way too well. That mental image will make the journey upstairs unbearable because you will have to miss out on him fucking himself open with his fingers.

"I will be quick", you promise him before hurrying up the stairs to the playroom with your mind going crazy in arousal.

Yes, you and Jungkook owned a playroom since two weeks. It was the product of a sleep deprived four am conversation, which was meant as a joke but still sounded very interesting when you woke up the next day. It would save our sheets from always getting dirty, Jungkook said. We could store our toys somewhere safe and pretty, you said. We could finally buy that sexswing, Jungkook suggested. And install hooks on the ceiling so I can suspend you with chains again, you threw in.

So the silly idea became reality and for nine long days you had to live with workers as they renovated one of Jungkook's empty rooms. They were not supposed to find out what exactly was going to go into the room, they just changed the flooring and painted the walls a dark red. They also installed all the shelving and lights and reinforced the ceiling on the spots where all your little hooks and suspension and swings would go, so Jungkook wouldn’t come crushing down with half of the ceiling in the middle of a scene. And you did the rest, surprising Jungkook with new progress each time he came home from work. You went sextoy shopping the instant the room was finished, giving the lucky shop owner a check they won’t be able to forget for a long time.

You grab Jungkook’s favourite dildo and favourite harness, then you already hurry back to your desperately horny boyfriend, equipped with a bottle of lube and your heart racing in excitement.

Jungkook is moaning, having his eyes closed and his hole stuffed with three of his fingers, when you come back. He opens his eyes when he hears your steps.

"Mommy…" he moans, burying his fingers deeper for your viewing pleasure.

"You were a busy Bunny weren’t you? Look how well you are taking your fingers", you praise, touching your silicone cock.

Jungkook looks at it and moans, hips rolling into the pillows.

"Do you want it?"

"Yes mommy."

"Say it."

"Please can I have your strap, mommy?"

"Good Bunny", you praise and make yourself comfortable between Jungkook’s legs, "yes you may have my strap, Bunny."

Jungkook watches you spread the lube on your cock, scissoring his fingers inside his hole to give it that perfect stretch.

"There we go, now it'll slip. Do you want the syringe too for extra slip?"

"Yes, mommy. It always feels so good", he says, slipping his fingers free to present his gaping hole for your use.

You chuckle, preparing the toy by squeezing out one droplet of lube and spreading it on the long tip. It is an upgraded model from the one of the club, the tip is longer and with ridges. Jungkook is insane for it.

"Yeah? Do you like being filled up with lube like a greedy, little Bunny?" you ask him, using the lube on your fingers to spread it on his rim.

"Yes mommy, I’m greedy", he purrs, eyes glued to the lube filled syringe. You chose the creamy one tonight. Fuck, Jungkook is addicted to the feel of it. It sticks to his insides so much better and looks so pretty coating your strap.

You chuckle and grin, replacing your finger with the syringe. You push. It slips right in. Jungkook moans, finding it hard to breathe. It's coming. Holy fuck, it's coming.

You press down and force all the lube up his ass.

Jungkook moans gratefully, soaking up the sensation. He is so filled up. Fuck it's sticking to his insides. Jungkook moans again and scrunches his nose up.

"There we go, all filled up", you say, pulling out the syringe.

"Ha", Jungkook breathes shakily, clenches in order to keep being so perfectly filled, "thank you mommy."

"So polite", you praise and spread new lube on your cock. You kiss his knee before resting yourself over his body, grinding your strap against his cock, "are you ready, Bunny?"

"No wait!" he exclaims and opens his eyes. He looks as if he just had an epiphany.

"What do you need?"

"I need you to sit", he sounds a little demanding, blushing at the realisation, "please?" he adds shyly.

You chuckle, "fine, I’ll sit. There. Like this?" you say, stroking your cock with your legs parted and your back relaxed against the backrest.

Jungkook shudders and nods his head. He stumbles off the couch and sits down on your lap.

"I want to take your strap like this mommy", he explains, grinding against your thigh and leaving behind a great mess with the lube.

"Very well. Go on take what's yours Bunny", you encourage him, resting your head back on your folded hands.

Jungkook lifts his hips and whimpers.

"I'm sorry mommy, I leaked."

"Mhhm such a messy Bunny. It's okay, we'll clean it up later."

"Yes okay. Thank you mommy", he whispers, making you smile fondly.

Jungkook scoots up your lap until your strap brushes over his hole. He relaxes his muscles with a shuddering sigh, groaning when the hot lube trickles on your strap. You watch it leak out of him, quirking your left eyebrow up. It makes Jungkook’s heart skip a beat in excited embarrassment because you caught him mess up.

"It's, it's so hard to keep in", he mewls, staring at it with widened eyes.

You touch his hips, and push them down a little. Just enough to give him that first feeling of what he will get.

Jungkook whimpers, eyes flitting to your face. You look so smitten for him.

"Stuff yourself and it will be easier to hold in", you rasp, encouraging him with another gentle push.

Jungkook furrows his brows and cups your face between his hands.

"You're so beautiful mommy", he whimpers and finally lowers himself. You watch his brows shoot up and his eyes widen in that distinct way they only widen when his ass is being really stretched open, "oh."

"Is it bigger than you remembered it to be?"

He nods his head, eyes glassy.

You caress his hips and smile, "you're doing so well Bunny, you already took two inches."

"S-so little? It feels like so much", he presses out and whimpers.

You squeeze his hips, "does it hurt?"

"Not much, it's not painful."

"Sounds logical", you chuckle.

"Mommy don’t joke, I need to concentrate", he mewls and lowers himself again, "oh god."

"Wow two more, two more to go Bunny", you encourage him.

"Mommy", he moans, eyes becoming droopy. He moves up and down just once, looking completely zoned out for a good second.

"Is it beginning to feel nice in your cute bum, Bunny?"

He nods his head and lowers himself more. He lets out a high-pitched moan just as his hole swallows the last inch.

"Oh god", he drops his head, grinding his teeth. His fingers twist the material of your hoodie in the front.

"How are you doing? Is it too much?" you ask him, caressing his ass.

He shakes his head and whimpers. You squeeze his buttocks and give them a little push. Just enough to make him grind back and forth on your lap.

"Ah!" Jungkook gasps loudly, gawking at you in shock.

"How's that? Isn’t that so nice?" you rasp, rocking him back and forth.

For a second his expression looks as if he would start to cry, but then his eyelids flutter in pure bliss and his lips part in a high-pitched moan and Jungkook looks as if he just found true enlightenment.

He smiles and scrunches his nose up, lifting his hips up and down on your length in sync with your grinds. His eyes aren’t squeezed shut but closed, dark lashes resting against his rosy cheeks in relaxed pleasure. The kimono has slipped down one of his shoulders, pooling by his elbow and exposing his bruised collarbone to your eyes. The lights shine on it in the perfect angle to paint the prettiest of shadows on his skin, making it look more prominent as it actually is. So pretty.

You wander your hands back to his hips so you could guide his movements better. Smooth waves back and forth as if you were making his dainty hips dance on your cock. He does the rest, fucking his hole on your strap in slow grinds up and down.

His smile breaks in a throaty moan. His hands leave your chest to grasp your shoulders instead, thumbs digging into the flesh under your collarbones. It hurts just enough to turn you on. He moans and smiles again, doing so with mouth slightly ajar.

"You look so pretty on my strap, Bunny. Does mommy fuck you well?"

"Yes mommy", he breathes and moans for you, "fuck me so well, fuck me so well."

The sentence may have been grammatically incorrect, but those are your favourites to receive. Just Jungkook trying to answer you with his pleasure scrambled brain and failing to form coherent sentences. It is exhilarating.

"I am? Fuck Bunny, you’re so perfect", you growl and buck your hips up.

"Ah!" Jungkook gawks at you, furrowing his brows and pouting, "deep."

"I know. Deep. Wanna have more?"

He nods his head.

"Work with me Bunny", you order, forcing his hips to move up and down your entire strap.

"Holy fuck. M-mommy", he keens, grasping your face for support. His palms are slightly sweaty and so, so warm on your skin.

"That's how I want you to take my strap Bunny", you growl, slamming his hips down your lap before pulling them up a second later all the way until his hole struggles against the enlarged tip of the dildo. You slam his hips down again and repeat the movement over and over again, "come on Bunny, show me how good you can fuck mommy's strap."

Jungkook whimpers, taking over with the movements. He looks desperate, but the complete blissed-out haziness in his eyes lets you know that he was just completely zoned out on anything other than your strap. He was gone, he probably wasn't even aware that he was staring at your face. Knowing Jungkook he currently sees nothing but blurry splotches of your features while his head turns in arousal and his veins burn pleasure. He moans sweetly, voice pitched and shaky. His fingers are resting on the nape of your neck by now, getting lost in your hair every now and then.

You smile at him and run your hands up his sides, feeling his muscles change in the movements.

"So handsome", you moan, dragging your nails up his back and then down his sides. The kimono gives him such a tempting look. Olive green and blue flowers, made out of the softest of silks, hugs his curves perfectly, tickling your legs each time he moves it with his bounces. And oh the parts it exposed, almost as if it wanted to tempt you to ruin him. His skin, so silky, is glistening with a sheer layer of sweat under the lights. His nipples, one was hidden in the layers of the kimono, the other laid exposed to your eyes, standing swollen in the cool air and waiting to be touched.

You run your fingers over it, watching the goosebumps form on his pec.

Jungkook sighs, hips stuttering.

"Mommy my nipple", he squeaks.

"I know Bunny, I’m touching it."

"Yes, yes. Yes, you touch. Please you touch it."

You chuckle and watch as Jungkook closes his eyes and parts his lips in a passionate moan, tilting his head back just slightly. His hole sounds so stretched out by now, wet and greedy it swallows your strap. Oh how you wished for a mirror to just magically appear behind Jungkook just so you could watch his pink rim move around your girth. It always looks so pretty when it gets fucked. You think of that view sometimes when you touch yourself, it always makes you cum so hard.

You pinch his nipple, making him squeak and then slam his hips down so hard your lap slaps against his ass and makes a sound. He inhales and exhales loudly, lifting his head to look into your eyes. Then he smiles, it looks distorted in pleasure.

"Mommy fucks me so well", he rasps, reaching for your face and moving his face closer to yours until his lips are inches away from touching yours, "I'm in fucking paradise", he whispers and moans.

You felt how your stomach tightened and then tingled.

"You drive me fucking insane", you growl and pinch his nipple again.

Jungkook moans against your lips, squeezing your face.

"Fuck", he presses out in an exhale, dropping his forehead against yours, "I'm literally so fucking high on you, mommy."

"Bunny…", you croak, body tingling in electricity. His breath tickles your skin, swirling over your lips each time he exhales shakily. Kissing would feel amazing and yet somehow feeling that glimpse of a kiss drives you even more insane.

You place your left hand back on his dancing hips, helping him with his movements. The fingers of your right hand brush over his nipple again and force him to moan against your lips a second time.

You watch in the blurriness how he squeezes his eyes shut and furrows his brows. He rubs his forehead against yours, cursing under his breath.

"You're so fucking sexy Bunny. I'm going insane watching you get fucked", you growl, pinching and twisting his nipple.

Jungkook mewls, trying and failing to open his eyes. Instead he gives in to the temptation. He gives in to the temptatious taste of your lips and kisses them as if it was his one true purpose. His fingers weave themselves so deeply into your hair, it will be hard for that connection to fall apart again. His tongue slips into your mouth, dancing with yours so desperately it is hard to swallow your saliva. Oh and his hips, his poor tired hips, overwhelmed by the feeling of your kiss, still on your lap completely, relying solely on the skilled guidance of your left hand and trembling each time you force his hole to take a deep thrust. You want to claim him. He is consumed by you and yet you want to claim him, sealing his fate with each hard thrust. He's yours. Yours to love and yours to pleasure. You assure him with your fingers slowly digging into his soft hair as well, digging so deep until you feel his scalp under your fingertips and your palm is filled out with a bundle of his dark locks.

Jungkook breaks the kiss just to wheeze for air and almost wail in pleasure.

"You're so intense. Mommy I've never been so intensely fucked before", he confesses with his voice shaking.

"It's what you deserve. Do you hear me Bunny?" you rasp breathily, "you deserve to be fucked. And drilled. And pounded. Over. And over. And over. Again", you moan, fucking his hole with your strap with each spoken word, "until your brains are scrambled. And scramble. And fucking scrambled", you add, drilling him especially hard on the word fucking.

Jungkook is drooling, eyes spilling tears and along his spine sweat was running down his skin, making it tickle. He is done for. You have officially ruined him. All there helps now is kissing you again. Kissing you so deeply and desperately and sloppily that your brains scramble just as much as his'.

His hips begin moving again, meeting your movement halfway and forcing your strap to rub over his swollen prostate repeatedly. He can feel it all the way down to his toes, it sits like an unbearable pressure deep in his ass, so hot and warm that he is glad for your lips on his' because otherwise he would have screamed. His right hand leaves your hair and falls to his neck, fingers squeezing down on his thumping aorta. The ecstatic moan he lets out, breaks the kiss and shifts your attention to his hand around his own throat.

"Fucking hell Bunny, are you choking yourself? Does mommy make you feel so good that you have to choke yourself?"

Jungkook nods his head vigorously, closing his fingers a little more. You watch how it turns the skin around his fingertips white. One single pearl of sweat runs down his pointer finger, making its way down to his knuckle slowly. He is looking at you, despite being completely blissed-out on the blood loss of his brain. He is still looking at you with those big, brown eyes of his. He sobs softly and flutters his lashes slowly.

"Why don’t you let mommy take over and you touch yourself?" you suggest.

"Yes please", he croaks.

"Okay, keep the pressure Bunny until I tell you to release."

"Yes mommy."

You place your fingers snug against his' and squeeze down on his throbbing aorta. Jungkook keens, going cross-eyed for only a second. The added pressure is literally making him dizzy.

"Let go."

Jungkook let's go and moans, touching his nipples in an instant. He tugs and twists them angrily, playing with them until his chest is covered in goosebumps and his toes are curled.

"Good Bunny, fuck you’re such a needy slut", you growl, feeling dizzy from all the sensation. His blood rushing under your fingertips, his throat vibrating in ecstatic moans, how his ass slams down on your lap over and over again and how your strap has opened his hole so perfectly that all that creamy lube is tripping down your length and pooling on your skin.

"I'm so close", he confesses and sobs, "I can't take much more, I’m so close."

"Good, I want you to cum just like this. Impaled by my strap and on my lap. Can you do that for me, Bunny?"

"Yes mommy, I can", he croaks, voice sounding strained.

"I'll let go of your neck, okay?"

"Yes please, it'll make me cum."

"Cum for me, Bunny", you rasp and release his neck.

Jungkook yelps and begins shaking uncontrollably, fingers falling from his nipples just to grasp your shoulders in support. He arches his back to its breaking point, throwing his head back as far as possible. He squeaks, flinching and twitching on your lap as if you were electrocuting him.

"That's it! Fucking cum for me", you encourage him. You keep fucking into him, holding his shaking hips and forcing his ass to take your entire cock over and over again.

"Holy fuck, holy fuck. Holy fuck. Holy fuck. M-mommy!" his voice is distorted in soul-consuming pleasure, "what's happening? why - urgh - why doesn’t it stop?" he asks and yelps as a second later he convulses in another orgasm again.

He sobs loudly, colliding with your chest and burying his face in your neck. His lips are parted, soiling your skin with his drool. Your hands are on his tensing ass, holding it open for your strap as you continue fucking it into his pulsating hole.

"What's happening?! Oh god" he sobs, hitting the backrest with his hand because nothing else helps at this point.

You smile in madness, lowering your eyes and speeding up your hips.

Jungkook wails.

You know exactly what is happening to him. The thing he always told you wasn’t actually possible because "men can’t have something like an anal orgasm that’s a myth, I need my cock to be stimulated too". That slutty bunny of a man finally managed to prove his own theory wrong and fucked himself into the state of hot, never ending orgasms.

Jungkook cages your body in his limbs, squeezing you tightly as he convulses uncontrollably yet again. He sobs and bites down on your shoulder.

"Fuck Bunny", you growl, throwing your head back at the pain. This will leave a bruise, "you slut, you goddamn perfect slut", you spit, broadening your stance in order to fuck him deeper and faster. Jungkook mewls, biting down harder and digging his own grave with it. It just makes you fuck him that much harder, forcing his clenching hole to take your entire length and as a result prolong his third orgasm to unbearable lengths.

Jungkook breaks away from your shoulder, pressing his lips against your cheek. He moans loudly, drooling all over you. His eyelids gave up on him, showing a glimpse of his rolled back eyes. He was gone. Truly gone.

"Cum for me again. Come on, just one more time", you order him in a growl, spanking his ass roughly.

"Mommy I-" he can’t finish his sentence. The closeness made his cock rub against your stomach. The spank did the rest. It became too much for his poor, broken body. Within seconds, he is convulsing, "mommy, mommy please mommy", he sobs, not knowing where the warmth really sits. His cock or his ass or maybe both. Maybe everywhere or maybe he has already gone up in flames. Jungkook doesn’t know and also doesn’t care because he is in literal fucking paradise right now, shaking his fourth and final orgasm.

"There we go. Good Bunny. Fucking cum for me", you encourage him. You know that this was the big final. His cum is soaking through your sweatshirt and his ass is clenching so much that it gets harder to move. Jungkook won’t be able to take yet another orgasm.

"Fuck", he squeaks out.

He stops shaking and drops, falling on you with his entire weight. All he hears is the rushing of his own blood and the ringing of his ears. He feels like he just went blind. Can he still see? He tries to open his eyes but falls. It is impossible.

You run your hands up and down his back, it is heaving up and down in quick pants as he tries to catch his breath.

"Hee", he lets out and wheezes for air.

"Believe me now that it is possible?"

He barely nods his head and shudders, wrapping his arms around your neck. You chuckle and pat his butt softly.

"You've done amazing, Bunny. I had so much fun right now", you praise him and move your head just enough to be able to kiss his hair.

"Mommy I feel like I can’t orgasm anymore. You just literally used up all of them."

You laugh, "that sounded like a cheesy line in a badly produced porn."

Jungkook huffs out air, "you're mean, I wanted to be cheesy."

"Don't get me wrong, I loved it a lot", you ruffle his hair and press your lips against his ear, "guess we'll just have to test this theory out later", you whisper.

He shudders and shivers, "fuck mommy, you’re the best."

You smile and touch his butt.

"Shall we get you off my strap baby?"

"No, please I wanna keep it in. Just for now. Keep it in mommy, I wanna warm your cock."

You chuckle lazily, making him look at you.

"You are quite literally the best Bunny ever", you whisper, tracing his pretty lips with your thumb.

Jungkook blushes and lowers his gaze.

"Nonono, look into my eyes."

Jungkook obeys shyly.

"You're the best Bunny ever", you say and watch him fluster.

"Don't say stuff like that, mommy. It makes me shy", he whispers.

"Fuck you’re so cute. Come here Bunny, let me hold you."

Jungkook cuddles back into your chest, purring contently and kissing your neck softly. You trace his spine, moving your hips occasionally just to remind him of the presence of your strap.

"I don't think I ever want to leave this space", he whispers and sighs.

"Me neither, but we have to, at six, at the latest."

"Can't we tell them that we don’t wanna come today? Just for one day, we've gone all other days this week. I don’t wanna leave your lap."

You chuckle, "no Bunny, we should go. It will do us good. I'm currently learning breathing techniques with mine."

"Yeah?" he laughs softly, "well good for you, I have to talk about my unhealthy coping mechanisms with mine. Newsflash, it's a lot to tackle."

You giggle and hug his waist, "gosh, you stupid noodle. We'll both feel better afterwards and then we can do something together again. Maybe we could use the sauna or maybe we can take a hot bath or cuddle in bed."

"Mhm everything sounds nice", he whispers and sighs, "I'm glad to do this with you. Seeking professional help I mean, it’s not so scary to do when I can share the experience with you. Even when we’re in different rooms, you know it’s still nice to share a similar experience with you."

"Yes, I agree."

You run your hand along his side before letting it slide inside his kimono and touching his naked waist. He shivers and sighs, rocking back and forth just once.

“You literally mean so fucking much to me Kookie”, you whisper.

Jungkook lifts his head and pouts.

“My love…”

“I mean it, I was a fucking mess before I met you. Now I’m still a mess - in recovery -, but at least I’m not lonely anymore.”

He chuckles breathily and cups your cheek. Your foreheads collide with each other in a low thump.

“You make me so happy”, he breathes, brushing his thumb along your cheekbone, “you’re my everything.”

“Shut –“

“Don’t say shut up”, he interrupts you, “accept it.”

You pout.

“Come on, accept genuine sweet words. Don’t tell me to be nicer to myself, but then refuse kindness for yourself.”

You huff out air and lower your gaze.

“Whatever, thank you I guess”, you whisper.

Jungkook smiles and kisses the tip of your nose.

“And you are beautiful and amazing and pretty”, he says, watching your reaction.

You pout but feel your cheeks heat up.

“Thank you”, you murmur, nudging his chest.

He giggles, falling into your chest and burying his face in your neck.

“Oh ___, today is the best day ever.”

You wrap your arms around him and nuzzle your nose into his hair.

“Agreed. Today is amazing.”

He giggles and moves up and down your strap just once. He sighs and shivers.

"Seriously mommy, I could do this for hours", he confesses, moving up and down again before dropping on your lap and twitching with his entire body. He lets out a cute sound and sighs afterwards.

"Yeah?" you caress his round buttocks, "then we should really do that one thing I read about."

"What thing?"

"We watch a movie while you sit on my lap and warm my strap. And you can’t move or fuck yourself until I tell you."

"Mommy that sounds like torture", he whines.

"I know and you love my torture", you coo with a grin.

He huffs out air and chuckles softly, "I hate that you know me so well", he whispers.

You chuckle, patting his butt repeatedly. He is so adorable.

Jungkook moves in your lap again and begins kissing your neck softly.

You close your eyes and sigh. You love those post-fuck kisses Jungkook gives. They are always just a little bit sloppy and oh so lazy. They make you tingle like nothing else.

Jungkook kisses the shell of ear, “move in with me”, he whispers.

“What?” you open your eyes in shock.

Jungkook lifts his head, looking at you with hopeful excitement in his eyes.

“Move in with me. Let’s make it official. With putting your name on the official papers and everything.”

“Are you serious?”

He nods his head.

“You practically live here already either way, so let’s make this here your official home.”

“And you want me...here? With you?” you ask, widening your eyes in shock.

“Yes ___ I do”, he says and laughs fondly.

“Wow”, you whisper.

“What?”

“Nothing you just…”, you lower your eyes. He just cares so much for you and sometimes it still feels so fucking unreal. Like your happiness was nothing but a good trip and any second now you will come crashing down from your high, open your eyes and find yourself back on the cold, wet concrete streets of Busan, miserable and without Jungkook by your side.

You exhale shakily and lift your gaze.

Jungkook seems worried, maybe even a little afraid.

“Okay. Let’s do it. I’ll fucking move in with you.”

Jungkook laughs and wraps his arms around you.

“I’m so happy!” he exclaims, shaking you vigorously.

“God, you’re so cute”, you say and laugh as well, ruffling his hair.

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