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lorcandidlucienwill · 6 months

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Lucien x Nesta friendship drabble

Nesta introduces Lucien to her chosen family! @sonics-atelier I wrote it :)) Nesta surveyed the Autumn Court male coolly. She could see the similarities between his face and Eris’s. Her sister had not overstated his cruel beauty. Since she was now married to his brother, and he was in turn mated to Elain…she supposed she would have to get to know him now. That didn’t mean she was going to make it easy on him. She let pure dismissal freeze over her stare as she looked him over. Lucien Vanserra did not balk from her stare. A ghost of a smirk flitted across his face as she continued to stare him down. “Are you admiring my metal eye, or just contemplating killing me, Nesta Archeron?” Nesta couldn’t help the small smile that spread over her face. There were few who could tolerate her spiciness. Cassian had been unable to; he had loved her spiciness, sure, but only when it was directed at others. Not him. But both Lucien and Eris loved it. It must be those Autumn court genes.

“I was just wondering…” She gestured to that eye. “I forgot who made that for you. Or did you make it yourself?”

Lucien laughed. “By the Cauldron, no. I have a very dear friend in the Dawn Court who specializes in this sort of thing. She herself has a metal arm, you know.” Nesta straightened. “What is her name?”

Lucien’s eyes narrowed. “Why do you want to know?”

“Just for a friend,” Nesta said evasively. Lucien snorted. “You’re going to have to give me more than that horseshit if you want me to reveal her name.”

“What’s the big deal?” Nesta snapped.

“I don’t know you,” Lucien said simply. “I’d like to know why you want to know. You’re married to a brother I haven’t had a proper relationship with in centuries and possess incredible powers in the Dread Trove and that death magic you got going. Forgive me for being cautious.”

Nesta sighed. She wanted to argue further, but he wasn’t exactly wrong. “Fine. One of my friends, Emerie, is an Illyrian. The Illyrians have a barbaric practice of cutting their women’s wings. So… I was wondering if this friend of yours could possibly make her metal wings.”

Lucien gaped. “Are you fucking kidding me? How is such a practice still occurring after all this time? Hasn’t that stupid Inner Circle done anything about it?”

“Apparently not,” Nesta said. “But about the wings…”

“This seems within her ballpark. Why don’t I take all of you to see her? Nuan will be able to judge better than me.”

Nesta nodded. “Let me talk to Gwyn and Emerie and get back to you.”

Later that day, Gwyn and Emerie arrived in tow with Nesta. “Do you really think she’ll be able to make the wings?” Gwyn asked. Her teal eyes were as large as saucers and filled with hope. Emerie was taut as a bowstring by her side, not daring to voice the hopes in her mind. Lucien only smiled gently at Gwyn. “Nuan hasn’t failed yet.” As if in emphasis, Lucien’s metal eye whirred to focus more fully on Gwyn. Emerie jumped away, cussing, but Gwyn grinned. “That is so cool.”

Lucien smirked. “It gave me the ability to see things that nobody else can see. So, in a way, losing my eye was a blessing.”

“How did you lose it?” Nesta asked.

Lucien turned to her. “You probably know that Prythian was ruled by that tyrant Amarantha for fifty years.” Nesta nodded. “Well, I told her to go back to the shit-hole she crawled out of. So, she clawed out my eye.” Emerie’s jaw dropped, and Gwyn murmured noises in awe. Nesta raised her brows, impressed against her will. “That’s exceptionally brave of you.”

Lucien shrugged. “I don’t respond well to threats or tyrants.” Flame sizzled in his brown eye. Nesta smiled. “Neither do I.” Lucien laughed. “I figured as much when you made a death promise to the King of Hybern.”

Nesta smiled at Lucien. She didn’t know him well, but she had already decided she liked the male.

“I’m not sure I can winnow all three of you,” Lucien said. “You should probably bring my brother, Nesta.” Nesta nodded and came to get him.

Lucien was left alone in the room with Emerie and Gwyn. “Who cut off your wings?” Lucien asked. Ok, maybe not the best icebreaker, but they’d asked about his eye so it was only fair. Emerie grimaced. “My father.”

Lucien swore, low and vicious. “Asshole father. I can relate.”

Emerie scoffed. “Wonder what it’s like to have decent parents?”

“Beats me,” Lucien said. He turned to Gwyn. “Do you know?”

Gwyn shrugged. “I barely remember mine.”

“That’s a step up from being traumatized by them, I suppose,” Lucien said, and the three of them laughed. Nesta returned to the room with her husband in tow. “Lucien, can you take Gwyn and Emerie?” “Yes,” Lucien said. He avoided speaking to his brother. “Hold on tight, my ladies,” Lucien said softly to Nesta’s friends. Gwyn was positively beaming at him, and Emerie was little better. Nesta wasn’t sure if she should be glad the two of them were so comfortable in another male’s presence, or irritated that they’d fallen for the Vanserra charm so quickly. Not like she could talk, though. Eris had a shit-eating grin on his face as Nesta faced him. “Looks like my brother might just steal your friends away from you.” “That would only make me as friendless as you, Eris.”

Eris chuckled. “Why do I need friends when I have you, Nesta Archeron?”

Nesta blushed as Eris winnowed them away.

The dawn court was exquisite. The colors in the sky were so soft and comforting, like honey. It wasn’t quite as beautiful as the Autumn Court, but it had its own charm. It was a little chilly, and Lucien was about to offer Nesta his cloak when Eris beat him to the punch. He shrugged, offering his cloak to Gwyn instead, who gladly took it. He led the way to the metal workshop he had frequented countless times to hang out with his good friend. Nuan squealed in delight when she saw him, running over to hug him. “Lulu! I missed you!!”

Nesta turned to Lucien incredulously. “Lulu?”

Lucien rolled his eyes. “She earned the right to call me that after she made my eye.”

Nesta and Eris wore identical smirks on their faces, and Lucien was about to roast the shit out of them when Nuan spoke again. “Are we here for the Illyrian?”

Emerie stiffened ever so slightly. “I stopped being Illyrian the moment my father cut my wings. I am a Valkyrie.”

“As you say,” Nuan said.

“Yes, Nuan. We were wondering if you would be able to make prosthetic wings for her.”

Nuan inspected the shredded wings. “This has been cut highly unevenly,” Nuan said. “I may have to cut a little bit more off to make it more even. Under a faerie drug, of course, so she wouldn’t feel anything.”

Nesta said, “Emerie? Are you ok with that?”

Emerie was staring at Nuan. “If I let you do that, would you be able to make wings for me? Would I be able to fly again?”

“You would need to relearn how to fly, of course, but yes, I can perfectly make usable wings for you.” Silent tears poured down Emerie’s face, and Nesta and Gwyn moved to embrace her. Lucien’s heart strained at the camaraderie, the easy acceptance and understanding. Something he had had himself, once upon a time. He shut down the thought.

“How much would it cost?”

“Seventy faerie bits, but for my favorite customer, I’ll give you a 15-bit discount,” Nuan said, swatting his arm playfully. Lucien grinned. “You honor me, my lady. And how long will it take to make?”

Nuan thought. “I was actually halfway into a wing project, which I think I can perfectly mold to fit her wingspan. Overall, probably a day?”

Lucien turned to his companions. “Are you all fine with staying?”

Nesta arched a brow at Lucien. “And do you have a place where we can stay?”

Lucien gasped in mock horror. “Of course I do! What sort of male do you take me for, Lady Death?”

“Certainly one with a death wish, foxy.”

“I’m perfectly happy to stay if everybody else is,” Eris said. “It’s not like I had anything specific going on today.”

“Same,” Emerie said. Gwyn nodded in agreement. “Then come with me, everyone.” “Are you ready?” Nuan asked Emerie. The jagged edges of her ruined wings had been evened out so that Nuan could attach her new microfiber wings. “They’re not quite bat wings,” Nuan admitted. “They’re closer to Peregryn wings, but that just means they’re softer and more flexible. And more colorful, if you’d like.”

Emerie’s eyes widened. “You mean I can make them whatever color I want?” “Of course.” Emerie grinned at her companions. “How cool would it be if I had purple wings?”

“It would match your friendship bracelet,” Nesta said.

Lucien snorted. “You guys have friendship bracelets? And you were making fun of my friend’s nickname for me.” Nesta grinned at Lucien. “Yes we have friendship bracelets, and we are not ashamed, foxy.”

Lucien shrugged. “If you say so.”

Later, Nuan carefully approached Emerie with the purple wings. “Hold still,” she commanded. The wings were very complicated, with many interlocking pieces, but finally Nuan got them on.

“Flap,” she ordered. Emerie obeyed and was stunned to feel the wings obey her. Nesta and Gwyn were squealing in the background, Eris’s hand squeezing Nesta’s tightly. Emerie sobbed over and over again, thanking Nuan for the gift, and Nuan hugged her. “It’s no better than you deserve, Emerie.”

Later, when Emerie, Gwyn, and Eris had all left, Nesta and Lucien were left alone together.

“You’re not bad, for a Fae male,” Nesta said. Lucien laughed and shook his head. “A glowing recommendation. I’m going to tape that to my wall. Nesta Archeron said, and I quote, ‘you’re not bad.’” Nesta smiled. “You must be very well-connected, if you know a tinkerer like Nuan.”

Lucien shrugged. “As the youngest of seven sons, I wasn’t particularly needed or wanted. Perhaps it was a good thing. I was able to study for longer than my father allowed my brothers before shoving them out the door to rule over some territory within our lands, and I could train for as long as I liked, since no one believed I’d be dumb enough to kill my way up the long list of heirs. And when I grew bored with studying and fighting … I learned what I could of the land from its people. Learned about the people, too.” “That sounds far more High Lord-like than people like Beron or Rhysand ever will be.”

Lucien let Nesta see all the power simmering in his veins. “That’s why my brothers tried their very best to break and kill me.” Nesta smiled. “Perhaps you could take over the Spring Court from Tamlin. Or rule over Hybern. There’s a power gap there, isn’t there?”

Lucien nodded. “I don’t know you very well, but I can’t think of anyone more suited to rule,” Nesta said. Frank. Honest. “You’re not so bad yourself, Nesta Archeron.” They may not be friends just yet, but there was a budding relationship there. It hadn’t taken long for both to grow to respect the other immensely.

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leggerefiore · 1 month

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cw: April Fools, implied poly (Ingo/Reader, Emmet/Reader),

You stared at the twin that stood in front of you with heavy scrutinisation. The uniform may have been one of a dark coat, cap, and shoes, but you felt suspicious that the answer was not so clear. A running prank for those two always reared its head on the first of every April. You were determined to call them out and prove yourself as able to see through their ruse. It should have been easy. You were more than intimately familiar with both of the twins' behaviour, after all.

The Subway Boss's eyes landed on you as he held his clipboard in his hands. Some paperwork was on it alongside a memo. That seemed like Ingo enough. You focused on what hand was then holding the clipboard. His right. Narrowing your eyes, you felt more convinced. Emmet was left-handed. It would be more natural for him to hold a board in that hand. He sighed and shook his head. “Dearest, whatever are you doing?” The question hung in the air.

“… I was thinking of visiting a bakery,” you tried, “Do you want to join me on your lunch break? They also sell sandwiches.”

The Subway Boss agreed.

You observed carefully as he examined the sandwiches closely. His hand drifted between a few, but you could not see his face. You wondered if his eye drifted to the sweets at all. Eventually, he seemed to settle on one and picked it up. You were unable to read it as he quickly let it be packed into the bag. Could it have been a jam one? You needed to know. Ingo would go for something either spicy or healthy, while Emmet would go something sweet or savoury.

You could tell that he intended to eat it later and wanted to just the rest of his break with you. His manner of speaking and even his stride seemed Ingo's own. It did not seem possible, however. The slip-up with the clipboard made you feel certain. Grasping his hand, you had an idea.

The office was mostly empty as you slipped inside with him. Food was just placed on the desk before you pulled him in for a deep kiss. His lips moved against yours perfectly, a sense of familiarity and knowledge apparent. Arms even unconsciously locked around your waist. The kiss lasted for but a moment. The Subway Boss's hands suddenly pushed you away, looking away, flustered. You blinked.

Oh. That was not an Emmet reaction at all.

“D-dearest,” he stuttered as he readjusted his tie, “… I can't during a shift.” That was precisely what Ingo would say.

Yet… You still were not convinced. He still kissed back originally.

“… You grabbed a strawberry jam sandwich, didn't you!” you told him, “Nice try, Em, but you can't fool me.”

You nearly felt ready to jump out of your skin when his face suddenly twisted into a smile. His eyes were lidded as he placed a finger to his lips.

“Verrry good, darling,” he nodded, “… Mmm. You deserve a reward, yep!”

You were now aware of how this lunch break was going to go.

(Emmet demanded to know what gave him away in the aftermath.)

#ingo.ima #emmet.ima

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welcometoteyvat · 4 months

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fake ga-ming voicelines (prerelease, some more delusional, some less. please give more hcs about him)

edit: apparently voiceline leaks just dropped so PLEASE no spoilers <3 if these are wrong that's too bad they're canon in my heart!!!

About Yun Jin: Besides being a great opera performer, Sir Yun's taste in tea is impeccable! Although she keeps asking me to join her at Heyu Tea House... their tea just doesn't have the same flavor as the tieguanyin from Xinyue Kiosk. Speaking of her, one of our clients has just developed a new strain—I promised to bring some for her when I come back to Liyue Harbor!

About Xiao: You mean Senior Xiao! Hehe, so you know him too! Next time, can you bring him along with you to one of my performances in the harbor? I've been trying to get him to come for a long time, but he always refuses... oh, good idea! Next time I'll hold it at Wangshu Inn, just for him!

About Xiangling: That girl always by Guoba's side, right? Man Chai seems to like her a lot, especially the cornbread buns she makes! To be honest, some of the things she cooks are a little too spicy for me, but otherwise she’s an excellent chef with unmistakable talent. No wonder her companion is a minor deity… wait, what? A major deity?

About Keqing: Thanks to her invitation and sponsorship, our Mighty Mythical Beast performances have been getting more and more attention in the harbor! She's very straightforward and speaks her mind about everything, and always has novel ideas! Although we haven’t talked much, I really admire her mindset and determination. It’s not easy to forge your own path forward, especially for someone of her standing.

About Chongyun: I've run into him once or twice on the road to Liyue Harbor. He didn’t seem to like talking that much when we met, but I’ve heard he’s actually quite outgoing! He wields a greatsword too—maybe he can train with me as the suanni’s tail? Of course, I wouldn’t force him to do anything he doesn’t want; I'm sure he's already busy! It would just be nice to have a wushou partner for once.

About Xinyan: I managed to catch one of Xinyan's performances when I had some free time after work. There weren’t many people in the audience, but her music was so energetic it completely made up for the quieter atmosphere. Originally, I was thinking about asking her to join our lion dance troupe as a drummer, but I’m glad to hear she's made a name for herself since then! I should properly introduce myself sometime!

About Zhongli: He once asked me whether I've heard about the legend of the solitary suanni after one of Iron Tongue Tian's stories. When I said yes, he launched into a really detailed discussion of Chenyu Vale's local belief system, and even told me some stories I haven't heard about a carp adeptus. It's amazing that he has so much knowledge on all sorts of folklore, as a funeral consultant no less!

About Xianyun: ... Who? im sorry i was going to put something about the adepti here but gave up trying to think of something and now it's just a joke line. suggestions welcome tho 🫶

About Yelan: Ah, that lady—sometimes I see her lingering around Yanshang Teahouse. They place regular orders of tea leaves from Yilong Wharf. She's very polite and even petted Man Chai once or twice, although I feel like there's more to her than meets the eye... well, business is business, and they've never caused any trouble for Sword and Strongbox, so whatever she does isn't much of a concern to me.

very long notes:

generally i feel like what's mentioned in chara voicelines tend to have a lot less substance than the actual relationship, so in my head some of them are closer w gaming than i wrote.

always welcoming suggestions!!!!! PLEASE share the brainrot with me i'm dying here OTL please please.

i'd like to write an "about xingqiu" but i bully my richboy son and he's already had like 12 other people comment on him in canon it's fine if ga-ming doesn't know him

everything's just for fun etc etc. don't take it too seriously

watch all of these be completely wrong!!!

similarly if any of these end up being right, i will SCREAM

the only ones i really really want to happen are with yun jin and xiao if they don't have voicelines i'll die

senior xiao comes from my headcanon (copium) that they'll keep the mentor disciple relationship (?) from that one concept art if you know you know. it also comes from this absolutely delicious fic

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sev-on-kamino · 9 months

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So here we go! There are so many options but Commander Thorn is your husband and I need more of him! And you said once he's bored and wants to play... I'm here and I'm ready! (So ready 😂)

I wanna ask for:

Commander Thorn, neon pink, midnight, you know I'm open for everything give me what you're feeling but I would love at least a little bit of spice 😎😏

Thanks and love ya!!

So tumblr ate my original post, but we’re still gonna rock out The Thorn Agenda! I’m nothing, if not ready to fight for my husband 😎 Things will deffo get mad spicy cause it’s Thorn, and it’ll be fun because yeah, he wants to play 😜

💙💙 love ya back!

warnings: predator/prey action, public sex, unprotected piv sex (protect yourself irl pls)

A/N: this got away from me. straight up. apparently even with my own rules I’m ungovernable, so it’s 9 sentences. it’s Thorn, so let’s just celebrate that I didn’t write 21 sentences 😅

It had started as a training exercise to see how long you could evade Thorn in the ever busy streets of Coruscant, which he enjoyed far more than he should, and despite your best efforts, he always caught you within minutes, leaving you disappointed, but Thorn refused to let you talk down to yourself, stating you couldn’t speak to his cyar’ika that way.

You trained harder, mapping out new routes, as you learned the city, discovering pathways that played to your strengths and against Thorn’s weaknesses, the lows and highs of your training districts, developing routes that would only make sense to you, ending each session with sore muscles and high spirits before you challenged Thorn: if he could catch you in less than 15 minutes, you’d indulge his long-held fantasy of taking you in public.

Thorn’s laugh rang out, genuine and full of pride for his confident cyare before growing serious and giving you a 5 minute head start, watching as you raced away, completely focused on the victory at the end of the timer; despite the late hour, Coruscant was teeming with life, providing obstacles in the form of club goers and night owls of every species.

He watched you weave expertly through the throng, analyzing the patterns in your movement that you, yourself, likely weren’t aware of, which told him you’d been out training on your own, and that made him grin, as he was impressed with you for taking initiative, for being so competitive that you’d utilized your limited free time to provide him with a challenge.

Dodging and weaving, spinning and sprinting, with your heart nearly leaping out of your chest, as you caught flashes of red and white out of the corner of your eye down every street, through the night market, past 3 different cantinas, but each time it turned out to be nothing, yet you still pressed on harder than before determination coursing through your veins.

When you reached the night club you’d staked out you finally looked over your shoulder, and feeling confident -since you hadn’t caught sight of those flashy red wings amongst the crowd for two blocks- you hoisted yourself up onto the fire escape and climbed to the roof, crossing the smooth surface to pull open the door leading down to the club, only to find Thorn leaning against the doorway with his arms folded like he’d been waiting for hours, causing you to take a surprised step back.

He pulled off his helmet, and tugged you into his arms, lightly kicking the door closed behind him, as he crushed his lips to yours, letting you bury your fingers in his curls a moment before spinning you around pressing you up against the door, and working your pants over your hips and halfway down your thighs, as he removed his codpiece and let it hit the floor.

He pressed a finger inside you and teased you for being so wet, asking if you’d been planning to lose all along so he’d fuck you like this, which elicited soft moans and begging that only encouraged him to add another finger to prepare you to take him right there beneath the neon sign flashing blue, pink, and purple, illuminating your illicit activity.

Thorn’s moan of pure satisfaction, as he sheathed himself inside you, was music to your ears, and as the bass from the club below buzzed its way up your body through your feet, Thorn rocked into you, rolling his hips and pressing a hand between your legs to play with your clit, bringing you along for the pleasurable ride, and you decided losing felt even better than winning.

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gothgirlmahi · 2 years

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Carpe Noctem - Seize The Night Part 1

Pairing: Demon!Bucky x Reader

Summary: You screw up your Latin homework and end up summoning a demon. Again. Good news is he’s hot. And he makes you wanna scream, but without the s.

Word Count: 700 words

Warnings: not much here but part 2 is spicy

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The diner wasn't too crowded. A couple tables over there was an older man sipping a coffee and reading the paper. A few booths away from you was a young couple on a date, whispering urgently to each other. You sat at your own table alone, your textbook spread open, laptop turned on and pencil writing furiously in your notebook.

You stopped and scratched your head in confusion, the pencil twirling in your free hand as you perused the words in your textbook. Latin had never been your strong suit, but you were determined to get this right. Your tongue dipped out of your mouth slightly in concentration as you read the phrase out loud.

The next second, it felt like all of the warmth had been sucked out of the room. You turned your gaze out the window and saw the sky had gone red. You huffed in annoyance before turning your gaze back to the restaurant. Everyone was frozen in their spots. The waitress was stuck refilling the older man's coffee and the young couple was frozen in their argument.

A cloud of shimmering black smoke across from you revealed someone you hadn't seen in a while.

Bucky leaned back in the chair with an easy smile on his face. He leaned over to steal a fry form your plate before looking at you seriously.

The first time this happened it was scary. The second time, it was off putting and nerve wracking. The third time was just plain embarrassing.

“Doll, this is the third time. I’m starting to think it’s on purpose.”

“No, Mr. Demon sir," you still weren't really sure how to address him, "I swear I’m just really shitty at Latin. How as I supposed to know how to say tabula.”

“You didn’t say that. You said tabla and that's not the only mistake you made. That’s why I’m here. You could have used google translate or something. That didn't even sound like Latin. If anything, it was closer to really really broken Spanish. How the hell do you accidentally summon a demon? That's talent."

“I did use google translate.”

“Apparently not well because look where I am."

“You’re giving me a lot of hostility right now and honestly I don’t need that because I’m already anxious about getting a good grade in this class.”

“You’re anxious about the class and not the demon in front of you?” Bucky was looking at you incredulously, as if he was shocked you weren't pissing your pants and crying right now. You had bigger fish to fry.

“Look, man. You’re scary but not scarier than my student loans. I literally can’t afford to fail a class this semester. And I’m supposed to graduate. Failing is not an option.”

The demon rolled his eyes.

“Whatever. Just don’t summon me again unless you want to make a deal.”

“Well clearly you speak Latin so if you helped me study this wouldn’t happen again," you told him matter-of-factly. Bucky looked at you like you had grown a second head right in front of him.

“Help you study? Have you lost your mind? Do I look like a tutor?”

You shrugged. Hmm. Maybe flattery would work?

“You look more like a really pretty fallen angel with those baby blues.”

The demon sighed deeply, a crease forming between his brow as he looked you over. You were a hopeless enough case that you even had a demon feeling sorry for you.

“Okay. I’ll help you with your fucking homework.”

You fought the urge to jump out of your seat and dance. Sure, you were shitty at Latin, but you'd be lying if you said you didn't have any ulterior motives. The truth is, Bucky was gorgeous and you wanted a slice of that. Any way you could get it.

You knew being around a demon should make you want to cry out or scream for help, but this one…was hot. You were screaming alright. But without the s.

You opened your notebook and the two of you got to work.

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Mahi's Monster Mash

#demon!bucky #bucky x reader #sebastian stan x reader #marvel x reader #mahi's monster mash #mahi's halloween party

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jazzystudios82 · 1 month

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His Lovely Rose - Chapter 7: Takoyaki and Entertainment

Previous. . . . Next Chapter. . . .

Brier walked around the ship, feeling for her husband and Whis’s aura to find them. She spotted the two at a nearby food stand, both drinking a bright red liquid with ice and sliced fruits in the glass cups they were holding. ‘Ah! There they are.’ Brier thought as she walked towards them. “Hello Lady Brier. How are things?” Whis asked her after finishing taking a sip from his glass.

“Are you having a good time, Brier?” Beerus asked. “I am.” Brier answered. “Everyone here has been quite delightful. And I see that you two are enjoying yourselves as well. How is the food around here?”

“It’s splendid!” they both said with big smiles, causing Brier to smile as well. “And what’s that drink that you both have?” she asked, gesturing to their glasses. “It’s something called ‘Fruit Punch’.” Beerus answered. “It’s a little sweet, but it’s not bad.”

“Really? What kind of fruit do they use to make it?” Brier questioned. “Oh, well that we’re actually not sure of.” Whis answered. “It tastes amazing though!” “Don’t you want to try anything, my dear? I know you haven't really eaten anything today so far.” Beerus asked, getting close to Brier’s side. “I suppose so. But nothing's really interested me yet. After all, I'm not as into food as you two are.” Brier answered.

“That's true. You know, there is this one dish called 'Takoyaki' that is quite scrumptious!” Whis told her. "And Lord Beerus and I both know how much you love spicy things, so we can ask for the ones that are filled with this sauce called 'Wasabi'. What do you say?”

"Hmm. . .is that the food that mortal named Krillin served you two earlier?" Brier questioned. She wanted to be sure before she agreed to it. "That's right!" Whis answered.“Well, I suppose I’ll try some if it’s offered to me.” Brier said. “Do you two know where they're serving it?”

“Well, I’m afraid that apparently the chefs making it ran out of the ones they already made.” Whis told her with an apologetic look. Beerus looked at his wife and said, “If you want, my dear, I can go to the kitchen and-”

“Sorry for the wait!” Vegeta shouted as he ran towards them, presenting a dish filled with the tasty fried octopus balls that Whis and Beerus mentioned. "Here, have a pyramid of takoyaki!"

"Thank you." "Much appreciated." Beerus and Whis said as they accepted the food while Brier stared at the dish.

This made Vegeta worry. Was she actually going to be more difficult to please than Beerus? “I-Is something the matter, my lady?” he nervously asked. “It’s nothing. . .I just never had something like this before, so I don't know what to make of it.” Brier responded honestly.

“It’s quite good, so you can give it a try if you want.” Whis said. "A-Although if you don't want to, Lady Brier, then that's fine!" Vegeta stammered. "I can just go to the kitchen and-"

“It's alright, Your Highness. I don't to bother you or the chefs.” Brier said as she picked up the little delicacy with her fingers, and stared at it for a minute. "What's this sauce that it's covered in?" Brier asked Vegeta.

"!. . .I-It's made from something called 'Worcestershire sauce', mentsuyu, and. . .some other things as well." Vegeta answered nervously.

"So it's savory then?"

"Y-Yes?. . ."

'And here I thought it would be something sweet, like that black cherry sauce from Planet Banna.' Brier thought to herself. 'Though I suppose I should have realized that sooner since it smells different from it.'

She gently blew on the takoyaki to cool it down a little and ate it, careful of the toothpick that it came with. “It’s good!” she exclaimed, pleasantly surprised. “Told ya!” Beerus said as he grabbed another one. “If it’s alright Your Highness, may I take some of this with us when we leave?” Brier asked Vegeta.

“Uh. . .s-sure.” he answered. Normally he’d secretly be ecstatic that this pleased the deities. But Vegeta didn’t care about that at the moment.

Why?

Because when Brier opened her mouth, Vegeta thought he saw razor sharp fangs. 'That's odd. I don't remember her having those when I first met her.' Vegeta thought. 'Then again, it's been awhile since I last saw her. So-' “Is there a reason why you’re staring at my wife, Saiyan Prince?”

“!” Vegeta looked to see Beerus glaring at him. Surely he didn’t think that he was ogling her like some pervert, right?! “You better not be thinking of something indecent. Or else I might have to teach you a lesson.” he warned, reminding Vegeta of what happened to his father when he was accused of the same thing.

“O-Of course not! I would never!” Vegeta nearly exclaimed. “Beerus, I’m sure that he wasn’t-” Suddenly, a little blast of water hit Brier on the top of her head, getting her semi drenched from head to toe.

“?”

The goddess looked in the direction of the blast to see two of the children from earlier holding plastic water guns. If she remembered correctly their names were Trunks and Goten. They both panicked when they saw the look on the Destroyer’s face. It was not a pleasant one to say the least. “I-I’m sorry!” Trunks shouted as he ran away with Goten.

‘What have those rugrats done?!’ Vegeta panicked inwardly. He really hoped that this wouldn’t lead to the destruction of the planet. Vegeta looked at Brier and Beerus to see what would happen now, and if he had to calm them down in any way. Luckily for him, it appeared that wouldn't be necessary.

“My lady, are you ok?” Whis asked her. “Yes, I’m fine. It’s just water.” Brier answered. “Besides, it’s not like I’ll catch a chill. After all, us Titans don’t get sick so easily like mortals do.” she added. ‘Huh? What’s a Titan?’ Vegeta wondered. But he shook that thought away. He had more important things to worry about at the moment.

“Do you at least want to contact Kero to bring you new clothes?” Beerus asked. “I said I was fine. You don’t need to worry about me, although it is sweet.” Brier said as she affectionately gave him a peck on the cheek, causing Beerus to blush. "A-Alright, if you say so" Beerus mumbled, bringing Brier closer to his body, not caring if his clothes got a little wet.

“Oh my, you two aren’t normally this affectionate in public.” Whis said as he continued to pick takoyaki from the silver tray. Vegeta couldn’t believe his eyes. The legendary Destroyer of Worlds was acting like. . .a concerned lover?! He never thought he’d live to see the day.

Either way, Vegeta excused himself. “I’ll go and bring you a towel, my lady. I promise to be back immediately!” he said as he left. “After he brings the towel, do you two want to go home?” Brier asked. “I suppose. I couldn’t find the answers I was looking for, so we might as well.” Beerus answered.

Moments later, Vegeta returned with a soft white towel for Brier. "Here it is, my lady!" he said, offering it to her. "Why thank you, Your Highness." Brier said as she took it and used it to dry herself off properly. It resulted in her hair turning rather fluffy after drying it. Brier noticed Vegeta staring at her hair with a confused look, so she said, "This is just something that my hair does after it gets wet. It'll go back to normal soon." "N-Noted."

As Vegeta took the towel back, Brier felt a familiar voice entering her mind. 'My lady, are you alright?!'

"!" Brier politely excused herself and walked away from the group to communicate with Kero privately. 'Kero?! What's wrong?' she asked telepathically. 'What's wrong?! You and I were talking a while ago and you ended it with a scream!' Kero answered. A scream? Oh, he was talking about that. 'I'm sorry, Kero dear. One of the party guests snuck up on me and gave me a fright.' 'Really? Did Lord Beerus have a nice 'conversation' with them?' 'If you're insinuating that he got rid of them, he didn't. It was a child, after all. He and his friends simply saw me using magic and wanted to ask a few questions about it.'

'Is that right? And what did you say?' Kero asked.

'I just told them the truth. I had no reason to lie.' Brier answered honestly. 'That's true. I just thought you wouldn't want a repeat like on that one planet you and Lord Beerus visited for your honeymoon. What happened exactly? They called you a witch and one idiot tried to burn you, right?' Kero questioned.

'Yes, and I turned him into a snail as punishment.' Brier said, nonchalant.

'Ah. Well in that case, I suppose I don't have to worry and head to the planet for backup.' 'Yes, everything is just fine.'

'Then did Lord Beerus find the information on that Super Saiyan God thing?' Kero questioned. 'I'm afraid not. But that's not stopping himself from enjoying the party.' 'Party?' 'Long story. I'll explain later.' Brier said as she bid him goodbye and ended their telepathic communication. She heard some people chanting her husband's name, making her rather confused. Just what was he doing? Curious, the goddess walked to the direction of the chants and saw what was going on: her husband was doing some dances on stage to what she believed to be popular Earth music.

One of the guests, Krillin, had walked up to Brier and said, "Hey Brier, your husband is a party animal! You should have seen him earlier when he beat Gohan at a couple drinking games!" "What? Drinking games?" Brier said, repeating what Krillin said. "Wait, do you guys not have drinking games where you're from?" he asked. "No, I don't think so." Brier answered. If they did, then it wasn't common in her social circle. "What was the game exactly?" "Well he-"

"H-Hey you, y-you weird-looking cat creature!" someone said with a slight hiccup. "?" Brier looked over her shoulder to see that it was an older human with dark curled hair and a beard. "I c-challenge you to a match of fist o cuffs!" he shouted. Brier narrowed her eyes when she took a better look at his face. His cheeks were a bright shade of red, and judging by his slurred speech and wobbly stance, he may have had too much alcohol.

Though that didn't seem to bother Beerus, as he stopped dancing so that he could look at the human. "A duel, you say?" "Y-Yeah! I'll give you a good fight, I'm the champ. . ." And just like that, he fell to the ground and passed out.

"Goodness." was all Brier had to say.

"Oh come on dad, will you please stop embarrassing me?" a young woman wearing a red dress said as she helped her father up. "Please forgive him for his rudeness sir, he's not very good at parties." she added, looking at Beerus.

Though Beerus didn't seem offended at all. In fact, he found it rather amusing and even laughed. This allowed everyone else to relax and laugh with him. Beerus then noticed his wife near Krillin and walked up to the pair. "So, what are you two talking about?" he asked. "Sir Krillin was telling me that you defeated a 'Sir Gohan' in some drinking games, as the mortals call it. Is that true?" Brier asked him.

"Oh yeah. They called it 'sake' or something like that." Beerus answered. "The whole thing was practically child's play! Wine made by mortals has nothing on Nectar!" "Well, glad to see that it didn't affect you like that curly haired man from earlier." Brier said.

"Curly haired man? Oh you guys mean Mr. Satan?" Krillin asked, reminding the two deities that he was with them. "Yeah, sorry about him. He tends to get like that when he drinks."

"It's fine." both Brier and Beerus said.

"Hey Brier! Over here!"

The red eyed goddess turned to see Bulma with a glass of wine in her right hand, waving her left hand to get her attention. "There's something I want to talk to you about!" Brier excused herself as she left her husband and Krillin to head to the blue haired woman, who was sitting at a table by herself. "Do you need me for something, Ms Bulma?" Brier asked as she sat next to the human woman. "There's something I need your opinion on." she said, taking a sip from her glass.

"And that is?"

"You know my son, Trunks?" Bulma said. Brier nodded and waited for her to continue. "You see, earlier, he told me that he wants to make this girl he likes his girlfriend, but he's not sure on how to ask her. Isn't that so cute?" Bulma asked with a smile. "I suppose so. Who's the girl that's captured his fancy?" Brier asked. "That cute girl over there." Bulma pointed at a dark haired girl that was with the other children Brier told stories to earlier. She was next to Trunks, who seemed to nervously be trying to strike up a conversation with her. Though she seemed hardly interested in the half-Saiyan at all.

"She doesn't seem to feel the same way, Ms Bulma." Brier said. "Yeah, I know." Bulma told her. "I mean, she's friendly enough with him, but that's about it. I'm not sure how to help him out." Brier raised a brow at this and replied with, "Well, if she doesn't like him in that way, then I don't think there's much that you can do. Even if there is, I think it's best to leave them be and let them figure it out themselves. After all, you can't force someone to fall for another."

"Really? Is that what you and Beerus did when you guys first met?"

"Not really, I mean. . .kind of?" Brier said, which caused Bulma to raise a brow. "It's a little difficult to-"

"Excuse me, Ms Bulma?" an employee interrupted. "I'm afraid that we have an emergency." "Oh no. What happened?" Bulma asked them. "Did But eat everything at the food stalls? Or did that creep Roshi-"

"It's nothing like that." they assured her, though the human still had a worried frown on their freckled face. "One of the chefs said that a crow got in the kitchen and they can't get it out." "What?! How did a crow even get here? We're literally in the middle of the ocean!" Bulma nearly exclaimed, but she was able to keep her voice down so that the guests didn't hear her. "Well, what's the damn thing doing right now?" the blue haired woman asked.

"It's just sitting on the window sill, ma'am." the employee answered.

"That's it? Seriously?" Bulma then put her glass down and stood up from her chair. "If that's all that crow's doing, then why haven't they gotten rid of it themselves?" "That's the thing, ma'am! The head chef said that she tried to get rid of it herself, but there's something about it that's just. . .unsettling."

This news made Bulma go from annoyed to confused. "What? How can one crow be unsettling? It's just a bird." "Well, the chef said that the thing looked mangled. . .like, part of its flesh and feathers are missing and that you can see the top part of its skull." The employee revealed, reluctant. "And its eyes! Don't even get me started! It's like they're staring right into my soul!"

The description alone made Bulma's skin crawl (obviously), but this intrigued Brier, and she wanted to take care of this problem so that Bulma didn't worry anymore. She got up from her seat and asked the human, "Excuse me, but is there any way that I can go and see this crow for myself? I'll be more than happy to get rid of it for you myself."

"Oh, I don't-" "That's nice of you Brier, but I don't want any of my guests to-"

Caw caw!

The three looked to see that the animal in question had landed in the middle of their table. Its description matched the red haired employee given to a T. The only thing that truly made Brier disturbed by it was its eyes. They were a milky white color, reminding her of the pearl-like marbles she played with Whis when the two were children. Not only that, but just like the human said, they seemed to be staring at her for an uncomfortable amount of time. She didn't like it. This creature. . .it almost seemed like it had malevolent intentions.

Suddenly, a loud gunshot and screaming were heard, starling the three and the bird, causing it to take flight and disappear in the air. "What the hell was that?!" Bulma shouted as she and the other mortal ran to the direction of the gunshot while Brier stood where she was, rattled.

What in Zeno's name was that about? There was something wrong with that crow. Its appearance didn't bother her like it did with Bulma, but those eyes. . .they seemed like they belonged to a person, with the way it was practically undressing her and all that. Wanting to forget about the weird creature, the goddess walked to the direction where the others walked, hoping that whatever was going would take her mind off of whatever just happened.

Location: King Kai's Planet. . . .

"Kamehameha!!!!" Goku's blast nearly took out King Kai and his attendants when he launched it, but the three were luckily able to get out of the way in time. When the smoke cleared, the Saiyan cursed. "Dammit. This won't work. This won't be enough to defeat Lord Beerus. I think he might be the strongest opponent I've ever faced." Goku walked towards King Kai and said, "Hey King Kai! I've got bad news: putting in a quick round of training won't be nearly enough to reach this 'Super Saiyan God' level."

"Well I don't know what to tell you, Goku." King Kai said. "There's not really anything that I can do since I don't how you can get to that level either!"

"I know. But-"

"Look, I haven't sensed anything from Beerus yet, so that means that he's still in a good mood. Just hope that he gets bored and will go home soon."

Goku looked away from King Kai with a frown on his usually cheerful face.

"I really hope you're right."

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AN: Wow, almost done with the first arc that was in the anime. After this, I should get to the "Resurrection F" arc soon, and afterwards, I should do the "Universal Tournament" and "Goku Black" arcs when I'm finished putting all of Book 1 on here. They're all obviously going to have some deviations from the anime and manga since this is a fanfic that's also supposed to take place in another universe, but I still thought that there should be a little heads up in case that's wasn't obvious.

#dragon ball #dragon ball super #dragon ball fanfiction #lord beerus #whis dbs #son goku #alternate universe #dragon ball au #his lovely rose au #bride of the destroyer story #anime and manga #ao3 #ao3 fanfic #oc x canon #beers x original character #beerus x original character

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Arman, proof of concept (2016)

The DP, Rob O’Kelly, very kindly shared a link to the proof of concept they filmed for this - though obviously I’m not at liberty to share the video. It’s five minutes of goofy delightfulness, but was tragically never optioned by the commissioner (hey commissioner. come here. i just wanna talk.)

The set-up is that we have an Armenian criminal gang operating in London. They’re tag-team threatening/torturing a Russian lad, trying to find out where his father is. Sevan (above) is the Menacing One.

There’s a silly one of course (”WHO’S YOUR DADDY?” thank christ that wasn’t Sevan or I’d have been too dead to blog about it etc etc) and one who just wants to shoot the kid (“Brother! What have I told you about killing Russians!” “...Just one more?”) and one who just sings in Armenian about how it’s his birthday.

None of them are getting anywhere. Apparently things are a bit spicy for them in London right now, and they need to lay low, put up a different face for a while...cue nephew Arman, who is more interested in doing magic tricks (badly yet also, in some ways better than they should be done. I mean, he makes the hankie disappear so effectively he can’t find it).

They’re trying to keep the highly illegal nature of their business from Arman, and apparently this should be fine because he barely understands English let alone his mother tongue. As one of his uncles tries to persuade Arman to leave, this happens in the background please forgive me Mr O’Kelly I had to make a gif I had to do it the little flash of skin when his shirt pulls up made me do it I had no choice

No, it’s never explained.

Sevan and the others then pull increasingly wild expressions as Arman magically (heh) reappears in the room, having misunderstood from the Armenian spoken that the Russian lad they’re torturing is ‘bored’. He insists on doing some magic tricks instead.

The Russian caves and tells them what they want to know. It is decided: Arman is ‘our man’. Fnar fnar fnar.

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Rating

Dead? Nope! I mean, the concept for the show apparently is though :(

Evil? Oh pshaw, poor little meow meow gangster man.

Affects the plot? Uhh. n/a?

I am really, really grateful to have been sent a little peek at this, and as I told the DP I’m gutted it didn’t get optioned - it’s very silly, trying a little hard in places, but gave me some proper belly laughs. Also, just cop a look at that man. 4/5 one point deducted for not actually existing :’)

#adventures in joplin sibtain's imdb page #joplin sibtain #chook sibtain #arman (2016)#ok when i got the email about this i might have manifested ALL SHALL LOVE ME AND DESPAIR galadriel

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alltheficsiwant · 2 years

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Here We Go Again | Epilogue

Epilogue | Best Made Plans

Summary: After the events of July, everybody went through changes of plans as they accommodate the new chapter of finally having the upside down completely close. Now as they look to the future, they make that camping trip come true.

Warnings: Mentions of broken families and separation. If these are triggering, please read with CAUTION. Also, there is a LOT OF FLUFF and A LITTLE SPICYYYYY. ;)

Words: 4k

Pairings: Eddie Munson x Reader ; Nancy Wheeler x Jonathan Byers

Author's Note: Hello everyone! THIS IS IT. This is the last part. :) Thank you for everyone who had joined me on this journey. I am grateful to everyone. So as a thank you, I added a little spicy on the end though its not the FULL ON SPICY (I haven't really wrote something. I'm--- just--- shy?) But I hope you guys like.

Again! Thank you everyone. Though if you have thoughts and questions. I'm happy for you to tell through my asks! :D Its open and just send things there or anything at all (no hate please).

This is unedited! I apologize for any errors from the spelling and the grammar. :) ENJOY - J xxxx

Part EIGHT | Prequel | Masterlist

Three Months Later…

You can hear Max and Lucas singing too enthusiastically at Dustin who was near one of the tents they are trying to set up. Teasing him about his song with Suzie at the radio. Dustin just tries to ignore them or on occasion throws a finger at them. The couple just continues as they set up another tent.

You watched them fondly, specifically Max as she was all smiles at the moment. Different from July. After the funeral, it has been hard for Neil, Sarah and Max. They struggled until a few weeks later, Neil left. Max and her mom had to move and they found themselves in the same trailer park with Eddie.

You were there all throughout. Sarah thanking you for helping them and supporting Max. Max at the same time, tried to close herself off. She didn’t want to talk about Billy but one night, when you told her that you would be staying at Eddie’s just in case she needs you. She came knocking at 3 am in the morning and cried her heart out.

You just listened. Apparently, Billy had improved since the incident between the two of you. Max said that you were the one who was able to get through Billy’s head. He tried to prove himself. He tried to be good but the Mind Flayer got him. All you can feel is regret and you just hope that you could have done more. You should have observed him more. After all, he kept coming to you yet you didn’t do anything.

Instead, you became Max’s confidante more than Lucas. Who she tried to push away for a while. It was Eddie who talked to her about that which made Eddie her other confidante when it comes to Lucas. You were fine by that. After all, you aren’t exactly good with feelings.

Slowly, Max came back to herself or as much as she could until she learned El will be moving. She was sad for a while but you assured her that she would be fine. She still has the others.

You can’t help but look over at El.

She, Mike and Will are doing their best to set up another one. Though something was a bit off at El. Her movements are timid and slow. You even caught her staring hard at something at one of the tent pieces before she huffed and reached down for it instead.

She lost her powers. Everybody knew that. After the events, Dr. Owens assessed Eleven’s state and came to a conclusion that she lost her powers. Eleven took it hard. After losing her home, Hopper and now her powers. She fears she has nothing left.

Joyce, bless her soul, decided to take her into her family after the funeral held for the people who died Though the catch, they had to move to California. Far away from Hawkins, so that the Mind Flayer would not attempt to go out the third time around. Owens made sure that the lab was sealed off and everything was shut. There is no way now to reopen it.

The decision for the Byers together with Eleven hit the group with sadness. It was crying galore as the decision was made for the safety of everyone involved.

That is where Eddie sprung up the idea of this camping trip. A farewell of some sorts for the Byers and El. They all agreed.

Now here they are, trying to make the most of what's left of summer before fall comes.

“Hey Sweetheart,” An arm wrapped around your waist from behind. You jumped a bit, still a little sensitive since July but you ease back against the familiar chest. You leaned your head to the side, baring your neck to Eddie who swiftly swooped down to kiss it. Before he hooked his chin over your shoulder to watch everybody setting up the camp.

“Have you brought the booze for the adults later?” You asked and you felt Eddie nod.

“Yup, also bought the things we need for S’mores,” He mentioned and you gasped to look at him with wide eyes. Excitement filling them.

“You bought the big marshmallow ones?” You asked as you turned around in his arms and threw yours around his shoulder. You stood at your tiptoes as Eddie met you halfway.

“Extra large,” he mused before he crashed his lips against yours. You giggle through the kiss as he continues to describe the mallows he had bought in detail.

“It also has less sugar. The kids would not be running around later tonight,”

“They better be, we need adult time,” You said not thinking of your words but Eddie who caught raised his brows at that.

“Adult time huh? Are we moving to that stage already, Spitfire?” He teased and when it finally clicked to you. You gasp and hit your shoulder softly making him laugh.

“We have kids around Eds,” You told him and Eddie just looked at you shocked.

“So, if the kids aren’t around—”

“Stop being a perv,” you moaned out as you fought the smile that was threatening to come out. You were trying to be stern but seeing Eddie’s mischievous eyes and playful smirk always get to you.

“You love me,” He just said with a shrug and you sobered a bit as you reached up to hold his face. You placed another kiss on his lips, soft and slow before you pulled away. Leaving him a bit dazed as you ran your tongue against your lips tasting him.

“Yeah I do,” Eddie can’t help but laugh as he leaned again to kiss you more. The two of you lost in your own world until you heard a groan.

“Oh come on! I just turned around for five minutes and you guys are making out?!” You and Eddie broke apart to see Steve standing there with a hand on his hip. A towel hangs on his shoulder with a stern look on his face.

“I’m sorry, Mom,” You teased and he just rolled his eyes at you as he brought the bags he was holding on the other hand to the table near the two of you two.

“Can you both please keep your hands off each other for a minute and help me set up. We have a camping to do,”

After everybody went to work, it was already dark out when the group settled around a campfire that Jonathan and Nancy had set up. You all just finished dinner and are currently utilizing the fire to make S’mores. Dustin and Will are off the side, declaring that they will be making epic S’mores. Lucas and Max are cuddled up while they roast some while Mike and El fumble their way through the making of it.

Nancy and Jonathan opted out of it as they took a six pack, choosing to have an alone time. While you are tempted to do that, you know the couple needs that after all Jonathan will be moving to California.

Robin and Steve are conversing. Apparently, the two went job hunting and they were hired by Family Video. Thanks to Robin’s quick thinking. You are sitting on a big lounging chair that Eddie bought so that he could have you seated on his lap with your back against his chest.

It was filled with chatter until suddenly Dustin stood up clearing his throat. He caught everyone’s attention as they all stopped doing what they were doing.

“Thank you,” Dustin said as he noticed all eyes were on him. “I know we are here guys to celebrate and also make the most of our time with each other,” Dustin trailed off looking at Will and then at Eleven.

“I just want to say that even though we lost some, I’m happy that all of us are safe and it's over,” Dustin mumbled as he looked down at his feet while he fiddled with his hands. “And even if our group was only brought upon by the upside down. It won’t end here,” Dustin declared.

“He’s right,” Mike spoke up as they looked back at him. “And even if Will and El would be leaving, we are all going to remain friends,”

“That’s what friends are for right?” Max chimed in as everyone agreed.

“Woah, us included?” Steve suddenly spoke up as they looked at him.

“Yeah, despite you guys being old,” A lot of protest came from the four of you while Dustin snickered. “You guys made sure we were safe and risked your lives for us.”

“And for that we thank you,” El muttered as she looked at everyone until her eyes landed on you.

You smiled as you leaned against and snuggled on Eddie’s chest. “You guys are always welcome at the house,” You offered.

“Hey! That’s my house too,” Steve protested. “Besides these kids would just run amok there,”

You just narrowed your eyes at him. “Don’t pretend you hate them Mom,” The group laughed at Steve’s affronted face.

“Let’s toast then,” Robin suddenly stood up holding her S’mores. “To friendship,”

Everybody scrambled to their feet as they picked up their own S’mores and smiled. “To friendship!”

Later that evening, as the kids settled down. Eddie went for a smoke while Robin herded the kids. You and Steve were left to clean.

You were busy collecting cans when you heard Steve calling your name. You look up to see him staring at you.

“What?” You asked you as you continue your tasks though you are still listening to him.

“We haven’t really talked about what you did with the kids. They told me what happened to the Cabin,” He muttered.

Right, Steve has been trying to talk to you about that night and you avoided him because you have nothing to say really. You were doing it because you wanted everyone safe. You wanted to do something for them.

“You would have done the same,” You just muttered trying to dismiss the topic. You finished up your task as you looked up at Steve who was shaking his head.

“Yes, but hearing their stories. You didn’t have to do all those things okay? You were helping enough,” Steve reasoned as you just looked away from him. “You could have hold on for a second more,”

“Steve—”

“Listen to me,” His sharp tone made you look at him as his face turned serious. He dropped whatever he was holding to walk to you.

“I don’t want this bullshit of you playing a hero. Especially when I’m not there. Do you know how helpless I feel wishing I was there instead of going through a Russian base camp? It's exactly what I felt about Utah,” Steve started as he looked at you. Tears springing in his eyes. “I nearly lost you at UTAH, where I could have done something. I don’t want to have to go through the regret of not being with you this time. I don’t want to hear the story of me nearly losing you. I want to be there to stop it from even being a story. You are my family. Hell, the only family that is there for me for once and not off to some business trip.”

You stared at him. You didn’t know that. You and Steve never really delved on what he felt.

“You can’t protect me from everything—”

“Then I will protect you on what I can protect you from,” Steve cut you off. “So, the next thing like this happens. You stick by my side or follow Eddie’s lead,”

“Eddie’s lead?”

“Yes, because he might not have been a hero type of man but for you he is and I like that his first instinct is to run and most of the time. I recommend that,”

You can’t help but laugh at the sudden show of trust to Eddie. All throughout the relationship, he and Eddie are kind of in the middle line of being friends and being a pain in the ass for each other.

“Promise me this time, give me your word. No playing hero. You run, you run. You got it?”

You stared at Steve for a while before you nodded. “I got it,”

“Good, now C’mere,” He opened his arms and you quickly walked into it hugging him to you. The both of you stayed like that until someone cleared their throat.

You both turned to see Jonathan and Nancy are back. Standing there timidly.

“Umm, we are here to help clean,” Nancy said. Steve let you go as he looked everywhere but them.

“Sure,” you said to her and gave her a smile.

“I’ll go check on Robin,” Steve said and offered them a smile before he turned to you. He gave ‘yikes’ face before he wandered off calling for his friend.

Jonathan picked up on Steve’s task while Nancy walked towards you.

“You okay?” You asked quietly as you glanced at Jonathan who walked away a bit before looking back at Nancy.

“Yeah, we talked.” She mumbled to you as she started to clean up the food you guys had consumed. You do that same as you picked up the bag where the cans were.

“And?” You trailed off as you glanced at her.

“We will be okay,” Nancy smiled as she looked back at Jonathan. “I love him but his family needs him now more than ever,”

You nodded and reached out to pat her back. “You’ll be fine,”

“Thanks,” with that the two of you went back to work. A couple more minutes and you all finished cleaning. Eddie had helped at the last few. Robin hand wandered off to the tent where El and Max were. She will be bunking with them while Steve will be bunking with Dustin.

Jonathan and Nancy have a tent a little away from the kids. You on the other hand trusted Eddie to set it up.

“Where is our tent?” You asked as Eddie took your hand and guided you to the same path towards where the van is parked.

“Ummm, I kind of left our tent intentionally at my trailer—”

“Eddie!” You started as the scolding is by the tip of your tongue. For the love that is holy and high, how are the two of you going to– “Oh,” you stopped short as Eddie hastily walked over as the Van came into view then opened the back of it without any preamble.

His arms opened wide with a gesture of a silent “ta-da!” as he looked over at you. His smile is sheepish but his eyes tell otherwise.

“I made the Van as our tent,” he explained as you stared at it. It was far from the previous set up. It looked like those vans that are converted into a house. It has deck with a bed on it that probably fit the two of you. It has the fairy lights still and the familiar carpet that you sit with him when you are both hang out at the lover's lake. There are book shelves and counters. Then a fan can be seen inside. It was completely different.

He told you it was faulty but he apparently had other plans. For the past week, he had been hitching a ride with you on your motorbike. Claiming that the Van is being fixed by Jaeger since he was back in town almost two months ago. You didn’t think any of it. It was a moving deathtrap and with a reckless driver like Eddie, it's bound to malfunction from time to time. At least Jaeger would have told Eddie if it was still deemed to be driven.

You actually came in at the campsite riding along Steve and Robin. So, it was the first time you saw the Van again.

“Are these the repairs you are telling me about?” You asked as you pieced together everything and Eddie nodded as he looked inside with a grin.

“Yes, I had Jaeger's help with lighting and all but I converted it into a camping van. You know? When we go on trips– and oh!” Eddie suddenly said as he took your hand and dragged you to the side of the Van. A metal railing was clipped on the side. You stared at it confused.

“What is it?”

“A motorbike railing. You know, so that we can still have the motorbike with us when we do trips,”

You blinked at Eddie before you turned your head back to the railing and the van. Trips? What does he mean—

Eddie must have seen your confusion and decided to speak up again.

“Ugh, right, I forgot to fucking ask you— so stupid Eddie—” Eddie cleared his throat as he looked at you. “Would you like maybe, go on a trip with me? You know like drive from several town and just sight see,”

You stared at him a bit overwhelmed. He made plans on a road trip for just the two of you? But–

“Your school, you have school Eddie. You still need—”

“I know! This is not yet finished. I still need to add some features to make it livable but,” he trailed off as he looked everywhere but you. “I was hoping this is a motivation for me– to you know, graduate. Have something to look forward to,” He mumbled.

You swallowed as you took a step forward to him. Your eyes now trained to him and not the van.

“You want to go on road trip with me?” You asked again and Eddie nodded.

“Of course sweetheart. No one else, just you.” Eddie said as he looked back at you hopeful. You bit your lip.

Trying to go through the emotions you are feeling right now.

Elation, because you have been hoping for something. Anything, really. To make you finally decide what you wanted to do in the future. Taking a gap year, you thought it would be wise to just get a job and all but you knew deep down it wouldn’t help you decide. You haven’t explored any options really. Now Eddie is giving you an option. To explore with him.

Hope, that when the school year comes, Eddie will graduate. You think this is the best motivation he could have. You two can take a break for a moment before you both jump in the reality of being fully adults.

Lastly, Love. You knew you are so fucking in love with Eddie Munson because for your whole life nobody really cared to add you to their plans (Except Steve, he’s the best cousin you can ask for). Hearing Eddie having— making plans that you are included makes you love him more. Finally, you belong — with him.

“Okay,” you quietly responded. Just like on the night he first said he loves you. When Eddie heard that he perked up, the cloud in his eyes cleared up and he now looks at you with a smile on his face.

“Okay?” Eddie asked again and you nodded. He let out a whoop before he ran to you to lift you in his arms. You squealed as you wrapped your arms around his shoulder and your legs around his waist as he twirled you around.

After that, he started to pepper your face with kisses. From you cheeks to your eyelids, to your brows and everywhere except your lips making you giggle.

“Eddie!” You squealed but instead of stopping he dived in and kissed you on the lips. You still for a moment before you melted in his arms as the two of you kissed. You don’t know how long the two of you did just that. You up in his arms as both of your lips moved softly. Savoring each other in the last week of summer.

Though as the kiss progressed, Eddie moved blindly until he set you over the made up bed at the back of the van. Once his hands were free, he had one cupped cheek while the other pulled you flushed against his body. Not leaving any space behind as he stood between your legs.

You can’t help but feel your body go hot as he did that. Your arms tightened around his shoulders as your hand went through his curls. Scratching his scalp that elicited a groan from Eddie. You heard him inhale sharply through his nose and pulled away abruptly. Making you chase his lips but he didn’t make you wait as he tilted his head and he guided yours the way he wanted to plunge back in.

His kiss became heavier and harder making you groan in return. Then you felt his tongue on the bottom of your lip asking for entrance. Your grip on his hair tightened before you opened your mouth.

This time, Eddie moaned as your shy tongue met his. Your lips danced with each other until you can’t help but squeeze your thighs and heat started to pool between them. That made Eddie groan and bucked his hips accidentally brushing something hard against your stomach. That made you gasp and froze for a bit.

When Eddie felt that, the kiss ended abruptly as he pulled away. A trail of saliva connected both of your lips as you stared at him wide-eyed. The two of you are breathing hard.

“Shit!” Eddie exclaimed as he started to pull away. “I’m sorry sweetheart, I got carried—”

“Eddie,” You quietly breathed out as your thighs tightened around his hips and pulled him to you. This time the unmistakable bulge on his pants met your core as you guide him to lean his forehead against you. Eddie involuntarily bucked his hips making you moan.

“Baby what are you doing?”

“I-I just,” you stuttered out. The two of you have not been in this kind of position. Every time the make out sessions get a bit heated. It's usually Eddie who stops this just like now and you always let him but this time. This time, you don’t want it to stop. You want it with him.

You planned to do it with him anyway but you thought you would never be ready. Until the events of July happened and you knew that you cannot make the two of you wait that long. Besides if he is making plans for next year, he is in it for a long run and so are you.

“I love you,” you blurted out and you felt him relax a bit in your arms as he caressed your face. You leaned against his palm. Your bodies still flushed together and your foreheads kissing. “You making plans with me in them. It made me realize that I love you so damn much and I want to do everything. Everything with you.”

“Oh baby,” Eddie mumbled as he leaned down to lay a soft kiss against your lips. The both of you softly kissed for a while before you pulled away.

“And I want this—”You grinded your heated core against the bulge on his pants making him groan. “With you Eddie,”

You saw Eddie swallowed as he closed his eyes as if trying to regulate his thoughts but you didn’t want him to think anymore. You want it now.

“A-are you sure baby? B-because this might be in the moment—”

“I’m sure,” you cut him off as you make him look at you. “I’m sure Eddie, make love to me please?”

Eddie shakily breathed out as he looked down at you. His eyes shining with love as he smiled.

“I love you,” is all he said and as you said those words back. He dived in determined to make this the best night of your life.

That night, Eddie made love to you for the first time. He was so careful, asking questions and making sure you are not having panic attacks.

You didn’t because you knew you were in the arms of the person who wouldn’t hurt and your mind solely focused on the fact that for the next few days. You, him and everyone else are safe.

You pray to God or to whoever it is high above. That you will remain that way for a long long time.

The End…

#eddie munson #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x reader #stranger things #stranger things 4 #ilovemyrockstar #steve harrington #billy hargrove #SOHON Sequel #alltheficsiwant writes #joseph quinn

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I realize I have not spoken much about the Jacobite I actually know so I am going to YELL about him here now in a very disorderly fashion bc he has recently left and i am actually kinda sad :((

ok so he's a catholic priest and he is mexican. if you know anything about us you will know that we are not the target audience for jacobite propaganda (whatever that may entail), so obv i was never suspecting any jacobite shenanigans from this guy nor from any other guy where i live

but THEN one night after mass i was hoppin back outside and on my way out i hear this man say one (1) thing that made me STOP IN MY TRACKS. he says "ustedes conocen los jacobitas, seguidores de jaime el segundo..." ("you all know of the jacobites, followers of james ii...")

idk what he was talking about and i didn't stay to listen. but that was all i needed. HE KNEW ABOUT JAMES THE GODDAMN SECOND AND HE KNEW ABOUT THE JACOBITES

so i go and tell @acrossthewavesoftime and we decide that i should talk to this guy and see what he knows. originally i was legit not gonna talk to him but i'll admit i was curious too. from there i talked to him many times, i would say like about 7-8 times, and he said plenty of stuffs that i told Radegonde (which was always hilarious). here are the highlights, all the spicy opinions!!

-the first time i spoke to him, i asked him his thoughts on James (under the guise that i needed the knowledge for school). he went on a bit of a rant that i dont remember much of, but i do remember he said that what James did was honorable (something like that i think??) and that giving up his kingdom for catholicism isn't something anybody would do. said he would be fine with making James a saint but that he isn't a jacobite (implying he knows that there are some still around)

-also in that first time, he called William an enemy of the bible (which Radegonde referenced on her blog once and it made me choke)

-for some reason i thought it was a brilliant idea to tell him of the green stockings kink. he made a face at it and said he would look into it. idk if he ever did bc he never mentioned it again............

-i asked him if he thought it was weird that spanish wikipedia has James as "Jacobo" rather than "Jaime" (which is more correct honestly) and he said it was very strange, implying that he has been on wikipedia

-on that note, he called James "Jaime" but didn't call William "Guillermo." understandably so bc it is very funny

-apparently he has been to France (and speaks French!!! wow!!) and that's how he learned of James. i can only imagine what he saw there

-i asked him his thoughts on Mary and it was really interesting bc it seems that he thinks of her as a victim! specifically he said that he couldn't blame her bc she was obeying what her husband wanted and claimed that even if she hadn't wanted to go depose James, William would have done it anyway

verdict: a jacobite even if he denies being one. i get the vibe that he does NOT like William......

so i think this guy's really interesting bc he's actually. not that bad of a priest?? like one time this dickhole at church was ranting things against trans people yknow the usual insults and my jacobite priest was sort of...side-eyeing him. he did not look too happy. an ally? something else? i have no idea. idk how openly trans i look but he was at least very much willing to talk to me.

and thats the thing that i'm actually sorta sad about, bc i feel like i got to know more about him than just the jacobite part of him. like this post is about his Very Fascinating Opinions but also sometimes i had a rough time at church and listening to him talk was funny so it made me feel better. he also genuinely said hello to me sometimes and would listen to MY opinions very attentively

he recently switched over to another church, which means i won't get to see him as much anymore if at all, but last sunday i saw him he said he hopes he gets to see me again

in conclusion. very strange thoughts but not a terrible priest by my standards! oddly i miss him now but it is what it is :(

#behold....#THE JACOBITE POST #james ii #william iii

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Little Mouse Ch. 23

Warnings this fic will contain mature themes. Such as but not limited to teasing, kidnapping, Stockholm syndrome, very unhealthy relationships, some elements of non-con/rape, threesomes, drug use, breath play, voyeurism, branding, sex.

Summery: We get some fun little banter among some of the LOV members and Rin. And of course some spicy time with Dabi in the middle

Word Count: 5621

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The following days Rin spent just hanging around the hideout. She was not exactly sure what the group was doing, though she never actually asked anyone. Toga told her a little about what she had been doing. But honestly getting the girl to talk about anything other than some boy and girl about her age that she seemed to know, or thinks she knows was hard. Apparently she had met the boy earlier and had apparently developed some form of a crush. Though border line stalkerish feelings felt more accurate to the red head. The girl, Toga had fallen in love with after her last mission.

Twice and Mr. Compress were far more willing to talk work than the crazy girl. They had no issues telling her about Shigaraki’s plans to try to get the group some much needed money. And much needed it really was. Rin was quickly growing tired of cold showers with no heat or electricity and the cheap stolen meals. Still she was not sure if her lack of involvement was due to Shigaraki not trusting her, Dabi not wanting her in the field or some other stupid reason. But honestly she could not even wear pants yet still so she was not going to complain about being kept locked up.

Though apparently not everyone enjoyed that the woman decided to just walk around without pants. At least she wore one of Dabi’s long torn up shirts that covered most of her ass and panties.

“You really need to put on some damn pants,” Was the growl that had come from Spinner the one day she was walking around the base in just a shirt and her panties. Apparently Rin had no longer given any shits about being nearly naked in front of anyone.

“Don’t like it, don't look,” She had barked back as she had been walking past the over-sized lizard and happily flipped him the bird at the same time. Should it have felt weird being eye candy for all the men? Maybe. But once again Rin had oddly stopped caring or maybe she assumed no one would dare touch her for fear Dabi would roast them. Well everyone but Shigaraki. Apparently he was the one exception that Dabi would not stop. And knowing the two strongest members had her back did a fair number on upping her ego. She felt rather untouchable within the base with the knowledge no one would stop her from doing anything she wanted as long as it did not piss off either of said men. And so she fearlessly walked around with her body rather exposed.

“Awe Rin you're so brave walking around however you feel like,” Toga had praised her though it only made her softly arch an eyebrow at the young blonde.

“You make it sound like you're all shy. I think everyone here has seen you naked on a mission Toga,” Rin had said flatly. That knowledge had not exactly sat the best with her after learning the blonde's quirk did not allow her to keep her own clothes when shape shifting into other people. It also did not help that the young girl really was rather shameless.

“Yeah but that’s not something I can control. I do not choose to end up naked. You on the other hand choose to walk around almost naked,” Toga had argued back.

“Hey I’d put pants on if it wouldn’t hurt like hell,” Rin pouted softly, unable to help but reach back and run her fingers over the still sore skin. Wincing softly as her fingers touched the sore skin.

“I could give you one of my skirts,” Toga had offered, though one simple glance down at the blonde's tiny hips and Rin was softly shaking her head.

“Thanks but I think my ass is too big. Your skirt wouldn’t cover anything. Nor would I be able to get it zipped up,” she grumbled the last sentence to herself not wanting to admit that her waist was also not tiny enough to do up the skirt in order for her to actually wear it.

“So where’s Shiggy? I have not seen him around lately,” Rin had said, recalling she had not seen the man since he had paid her that mid night visit.

“He’s out looking for the Doctor,” Toga answered, which only had Rin look at her oddly. She has been with the league for weeks if not months. And she had no idea who that was.

“Who?” Rin asked with an eyebrow arched. The name seemed familiar but she could not place it.

“Oh he’s some supposed friend of All for One. He’s supposedly gonna help,” it was Mr Compress now who spoke up. Still that did not stop the odd, questioning look on her face. How odd they kept this Doctor person hidden from her.

“Is he a part of the League?” Rin was unable to help the question.

“Not exactly. He was the guy who built the Nomu’s,” Twice reminded her and that was what had her remember where she had heard the name. Shigaraki would talk with that man from time to time.

“Oh him,” Rin hummed now remembering the man Shiggy had mentioned only a time or two.

“And how exactly is he going to help?” She questioned which just had everyone shrugging their shoulders at her. Well at least it was not only her who Shigaraki kept in the dark. Should this have raised a red flag? Yes. Did she pay said flag any attention? Nope.

“Is Dabi out recruiting again?” She asked, recalling how that was what kept the dark haired man busy lately.

“Yep. He said there was some big fish interested in chatting with him. He seemed rather unsure but was also very interested,” Toga had said and this had Rin arch a brow at her. Oh? Dabi never mentioned anything to her.

“What do you mean big fish?” She asked, unable to help but be full of questions.

“Apparently he’s meeting with a ranked hero,” Toga said though she did not seem a hundred percent curtain with her answer.

That answer had Rin’s lips pressing together. A ranked hero turning to villiany was suspicious. Sure some hero’s were ass holes but she found it hard that one would turn and stop helping people. The hero society was more than corrupt in its own way, and that way often was in favour of a top hero. Why would someone using the system want to change it.

“Oh you’re thinking about something pretty hard there,” Compress was the one to notice the odd thinking face she had put on.

“It’s weird to think a top hero would join us. Most love the system and use it to their gain. If it’s someone like that then why would they want to get rid of the system they love to abuse? The others are honest to goodness good hearted. Those people would never change such views easily. It just does not make sense to me at all that anyone who is a ranked hero would join,” she said, simply unable to help but think hard about it. Sure a small no name hero may feel jealous and overlooked. They could want to change things. But a ranked hero surely would never feel that way or feel so desperate. She really wanted to know who was looking to join them.

“Eh, you're thinking too hard. If Shiggy and Dabi think the person is fine then I say okay,” Toga said more than happy to shrug off Rin’s uneasiness. Which had Rin sigh as it seemed that maybe Toga was right. Dabi and Shigaraki did not trust easily. If they had no issues then why should she?

“You’re right. If the guys approve then it must be fine,” Rin said even though she wasn’t sure she actually believed what she said. But she would at least try and relax in the meantime.

It was not till hours later that Shigaraki had returned after his apparent chat with the Doc. And whatever it was seemed to slightly sour the man’s mood. But she did not care, leaving the man child to stew in his own temper as she waited for Dabi to return. He was the one she wanted to talk to. It was well into the middle of the night that she heard the door to their shared room creak open. Rin had ended up softly drifting off still only wearing some panties and Dabi’s shirt she had picked up off the floor.

“Mmm if that’s you again Shigaraki I swear I will castrate you,” she had hissed when the sound of the door had stirred her from her light slumber. The deep chuckle that filled her ears though had her quickly blinking her eyes open, trying to desperately wake up.

“Oh did Crusty piss you off princess?” Dabi asked as he was shrugging his jacket off then working at his boots.

“He woke me up in the middle of the night the other night. I did not want a repeat,” she grumbled softly, waiting for the warm body to crawl in next to her so she could curl up against the new heat. She always hated how cold the bed was without him. Her comment had earned her another chuckle as Dabi curled an arm around her waist keeping her tucked against his side.

“How was recruiting?” She asked, her voice slightly muffled against his side.

“Fine,” was the single word she earned from him. That was not the answer she wanted. It was not surprising either.

“Just fine? You’ve been gone for a while. Surely you have either been having some success or it has not gone as well as you would like?” She asked, trying to see what she could learn. She was curious and could not help it.

“Eh it has not been as successful as I would like. Bunch of useless idiots,” Dabi had grumbled.

“Toga said you may have found someone interesting?” Rin kept pushing, well aware he could lash out at her at any moment. But that was part of the fun.

“That loose lipped moron,” Dabi had growled under his breath before answering her, “yeah had someone interesting try to reach out. But I am not too sure about him.”

Hmm okay this was at least something. It was clearly a male hero. Okay that’s not a lot of help. Most top ranked hero’s were indeed male. Few women had the strength or ability to make the top. People can scream equality all they want but she was well aware less women made it into the hero track, fewer yet made it out of being sidekicks. Well she knew it was not the rabbit hero Mirko who was the threat. But that did not narrow down the options.

“Well what makes you so unsure?” She asked easily playing stupid to the fact she was aware he was talking with a hero.

“He’s a shady fucker. I don’t trust him. But Shigaraki is extremely sure that he could be a very usable pawn,” Dabi had admitted. Ah this could explain why he was gone for so long. It was almost funny thinking that Dabi was actually working hard to try and prove the recruit was shady and not trustworthy.

“Hmm well if you are the one dealing with him then I am sure you will be able to figure it out,” she cooed softly as she gently placed a few kisses along his chest. She was being a kiss ass but she did not care as it seemed her playful kisses did their job of distracting her nosey pocking around. The sound of an almost animalistic growl rumbling in his chest told her that their conversation was no longer what he was directly thinking of.

“Well aren’t you feeling frisky,” she could hear the smirk in his tone even before she had looked up at him to see the wide smirk on his lips.

“Like I said. I missed you,” she said simply before quickly starting to trail kisses down his bare chest. Usually it was Dabi initiating the rough sex. But this time she was taking the lead as she teasingly trailed kisses down his body. And of course Dabi did not stop her as he watched the woman push the blankets off of them both as she moved herself down to his boxers.

All it took was a small soft hand running over his clothes erection and she could hear the sharp breath he had inhaled. She could feel him quickly growing hard under her hand. It brought her own smirk to her lips. It was a rather fun rush knowing that a man as dangerous as Dabi was putty in her hands so quickly. Her other hand was already tugging his boxers down at least far enough to feel his hard cock so her fingers could wrap around him. Her strokes were slow and teasing as her thumb would run over his already leaking tip.

“Seems you missed me too,” she teased, well aware the comment could get her in trouble. But that was what she wanted.

“Shut up. And put that lovely mouth of yours to work already,” as expected a hand had snapped out and grabbed a handful of her hair giving it a good rough tug. And that did things to her. The hand also wasted no time in pushing her head down towards him as her hand had never stopped slowly stroking him.

She never answered him as she simply parted her lips and teasingly ran her tongue over his tip. That was all the time she had before the hand was pushing her head down, already sending him deep into her mouth. She tried to run her tongue along what bit of his length that she could try to wet to the best of her ability. She tried not to gag when he hit the back of her throat. She was more than aware that Dabi had every plan to abuse her mouth. Working to relax her jaw she paid no attention to the hand in her hair picking the pace of how fast her head started to bob, nor how much of him she took into her mouth. She did not even try to hold back her gags any time he hit the back of her throat hard. The aching in the back of her head from his hand pulling at her hair was a dull pain but it was also a welcomed distraction. Tears had prickled at her eyes but she did not care. Focusing more so on trying to breath in time with the bobs of her head so she did not pass out as he used her mouth was a top priority.

Maybe she wanted to speed up things as she realized that Dabi was clearly growing closer to his climax thanks to the number of growing louder curses that had started to slip past the man's lips. Her free hand had slipped down and she did not even hesitate to cup his balls in her hand. Gently she massaged them hearing a rather loud fuck come from the man. That was also as good of a warning as she would get as well before she was met with a mouth full of salty cum. Struggling to swallow fast enough and not gag, she gave one final suck and ran her tongue over his tip before she pulled away letting go of him with a light pop.

Smirking up at him Rin took in the nice fucked out look he had on his face for a second as his head had rolled back as he had came. Now his head picked up to look down at her as she smirked up at him.

“Hmm maybe I should spend more time away if this is going to be how I am greeted,” Dabi was teasing as he panted softly and started to relax as he caught his breath.

“Oh do not get used to it,” She rolled her eyes at him before she had slowly crawled her way back up his body not even caring if she still had his boxers pulled down. If he wanted to put himself away he could but she was not going to. No, she simply wanted to cuddle now.

She would never admit it to him out loud but she did indeed miss him when Dabi was away and she was left home alone in the old abandoned building.

Rin was lounging around with Toga and twice in one of the larger rooms. The three were chatting about a magazine that Toga had grabbed with a little five finger discounting.

“That is so not true. Do women really like that stuff?” Twice had asked after reading something in the magazine.

“Yes,”

“No,”

Both women had answered at the same time but with completely different answers. Which had the two playfully glare at each other.

“Oh come on Rin that would be so romantic if a man did that,” Toga argued which had the red head rolled her eyes.

“No it ain’t. Just some bull shit, that’s like saying peacocking works,” Rin argued about some flirting tips the magazine had.

“I really don’t think you have any right to say in what works for flirting Rin. After all, look at your taste in men,” Toga and Twice had shared a glance at each other before Toga spoke up. Rin opened her mouth to argue but then again maybe the two blondes had a point. Rin’s taste in men lately had not exactly been great by normal people's standards. Though Shigaraki did not really count, the man just did not know or understand basic decency and just took what he wanted but then again Dabi never did stop him either. Yeah neither relationship was in any way normal nor healthy and she was not stupid enough to try and argue they were normal or healthy in any way.

“Okay fine. Don’t take advice from your senior,” the redhead said with a slight huff through her nose though keeping a straight face was hard as she tried not to burst out in laughter. Which did not happen as she couldn’t help but burst out in laughter. And in turn Twice and Toga started to laugh with her.

It wasn’t till a door opened and the rest of the league who were around walked in. Huh, when was the last time so many of them had gathered together for more than to grab meals anytime someone stole enough for them all? They were really going to need to figure something better out. But that was a thought for another time as she spotted everyone but Dabi slowly following into the room.

“Good we are all here,” came the raspy voice from Shigaraki after his eyes had glanced around taking in the small number of people. Well they were all there but Dabi but that was nothing new. Shigaraki seemed to love to give that man a different job than the rest of the group, was it a sign of trust? Or was it because out of everyone Dabi may be the most sane? Which was really saying something because no one in the room was really sane.

But the look of hands sitting over Shigaraki’s body seemed to have everyone in the room quickly growing quiet and fully focused on him. When Shigaraki wore the hands of his family on his body that was often a sign that something was about to happen.

“What’s up Shiggy?” Toga was the one to voice what everyone was thinking.

“We need some money. And I think I have found just the right people,” that was all that was said before Shigaraki was leading the way out of their makeshift home and through the darkness of night.

The place they were walking up to looked decent enough for the outside. Three stories out among the outskirts of the city. Place almost looked like a small mansion after every crappy old wear house or abandoned building they had been hiding away in. Hmm maybe there was promise here after all like Shigaraki thought. Though the thought of stealing from someone did not sit well with everyone we were also quickly growing tired of living like sewer rats. Or at least Rin was already tired of it.

Storming into the home was easy enough, though the sight had Rin raise an eyebrow. Well when Shiggy said they were a cult she did not think it was so odd. But they all seemed to be dressed the same. She never did understand that kind of crazy. All dressed in black with almost cartoonish looking skeletal masks, or at least that’s what she thinks they were aiming for. Of course they did not take it well when the league crashed into their home.

The group also seemed rather upset at seeing Spinner, even going as far as someone squawking about how the group had a lizard with them and it being disgusting. That had Rin shoot a hard glare at the group. Ah these were not some chasing alien god worshipers, no even worse, nothing more than bigots trying to use religion as a cover for their hate of fellow man. Mildly unsure how her comrade was handling the insults she glanced back over her shoulder from where she stood behind Shigaraki.

Spinner looked indifferent, which just had the woman grow curious. How often had he heard that before? Or worse? Spinner seemed happy to keep to himself, not usually bothering to join Rin, Toga and Twice when they got together to just hang out in the hideout. But he also did not outwardly treat anyone with hospitality. Which now had her wondering just how used to being alone was he? Did he assume everyone just shared the same opinions? And as such he feared letting people close. No matter now was not the time for that as she noticed the cultists jumped to action finally.

Did one honestly swing a candle stand? That’s honestly what it looked like. Their attacks were sloppy, easy to dodge. And they were slow. Kind of felt like it was almost unfair. Even though the cult started out with more numbers it did not take long before their numbers dwindled down fast. Rin proceeded to slam her elbow into someone’s face, cracking both the mask and bones as she was sure she smashed the man’s face in. Or at least she thinks the face was once belonging to a guy. Kind of hard to tell with bits of mask still trying to cling to his face as well as the blood that was freely gushing down the person's face.

Glancing up she watched Shigaraki not even hesitate to lay his entire hand against some cultists face. She watched as the body all too fast started to turn grey and crack as the person turned to dust in front of Shigaraki. The sight sent a shiver down her spine. It was so easy to forget that Shigaraki was a cold blooded killer, the man would not hesitate to end a life. While Rin had made sure not to kill anyone herself. Though she had a feeling that her kindness would not have mattered, someone would probably finish them off after her. But she was still held by her word, she had told Shigaraki she did not want to kill anyone. And that had not changed.

Glancing around, blood splattered the walls and floor. Well not just the walls but also them. Everyone seemed to have some blood on them, even she had not been able to get away without blood splattering across her body. Ugh this was going to be a pain cleaning up after everything. Washing clothes without blood stains was a big enough pain.

Being pulled from her mind she turned to look over at Twice who was looking through a dresser or something complaining about how religion did not have much money involved. Which just had the red head roll her eyes. This was far from a normal religious group. Of course there would not be immense riches with this group. Toga started complaining about the tip of one of her odd needle things having broken. Which in turn had even Mr. Compress complaining his own arm had seen better days.

“Remind me later Mr. Compress I will see what I can do for your arm,” She called out looking up at the man who had made his way up to the second story. As a reply she watched the man raise his real hand and tip his hat to her. She really liked it better when she could actually see the man's face. He was always so hard to read with his dang masks on all the time.

“Well you guys can hunt for valuables, I am going to look for a bathroom and try to clean some of this blood up,” Rin said staring down at the front of her blood covered shirt with a wrinkle of her nose.

“Awe but Rin you look so pretty when covered in blood,” Toga called out in such a childish way as if she was not actually talking about someone looking good and being covered in blood. Still Rin left the group to look around the house. It surely would have a working bathroom where she could quickly clean herself up at least a little bit before she would return to them and see what they found.

Having left the bathroom after washing the blood the best she could from her hands and face she made her way back to the main room she had left the group in. Toga and Twice were looking over the things they had started to stuff into bags and other things but she was not really paying much attention as she noticed Shigaraki’s eyes quickly landed on her as she entered the space and started to walk towards him.

“We should not linger too long. It’s a bit of a walk home. And who knows if anyone could have overheard or saw anything. It is doubtful how far out of the way this place is but still we can not take the risk,” Rin voiced as she walked to stand beside Shiggy. She watched his eyes glance at her from behind the hand on his face but after a second he nodded his head agreeing with her.

“I have somewhere else we will be staying at. But it's still a bit of a walk,” Shigaraki said, which in turn now had Rin nodding her head. She knew not to question or argue with the man even if she was unsure about a new place to hide out in.

Silently she watched as Shigaraki started to walk away from her. That seemed to be a universal sign for everyone to pay attention to him as he started to head towards the way they had entered. Silently everyone was quick to follow after Shigaraki as they started to leave the mansion like home. Though Rin wondered if what they carried out with them was worth all the blood shed for? It did not seem like they were carrying all that much. Oh well she could not worry about such things. It would surely make her feel bad and cause her to linger on it and that would surely not be healthy for her. Then again pushing her feelings under the rug was not a good coping mechanism either. Oh well seemed like it was a damned if you do and damned if you don’t mental situation she was in.

Rin eyes around the old abandoned looking construction sight, or maybe it was some dig site? She honestly did not know nor did it truly matter. As long as it was safe and there was somewhere decent to sleep she did not care. And Dabi, that was also her only other requirement. As long as she had somewhere to sleep and Dabi knew where she was that was all that truly did matter now. Funny how things change in what was only a few months. Or she thought it was months. Winter had not come yet so that told her it had only been months, not yet a year. But she had to be approaching five or six months now easily. Then again she wasn’t even sure which day or month it exactly was. Summer was clearly coming to an end though. But it was not directly cold enough to be true winter yet. But nights were truly getting cold when she was uncomfortable when Dabi was not there to warm her and she was forced to sleep dressed in some clothes for added warmth.

Rin was sitting back on the floor watching as the group was now starting to look through their spoils of war. Now that the sun was up and they all had caught a couple of hours in the early hours of the morning. But now all were awake. Toga and twice were looking at some jewelry. Hmm Rin wondered if it was made with gold and was all real? If yes then the necklace Twice was putting on Toga was actually a little valuable. If not and it was all fake, well then it was not worth anything. But it was cute watching Twice help Toga. The two reminded her of some siblings. An older brother helping his little sister. And she knew Toga was just as quick to help Twice as well. It was easy to see how the league in a way was like a makeshift family.

The sudden burst of the door opening drew Rin’s attention. The sight of Dabi walking into the building had a smile tugging at her lips. She almost jumped to her feet to greet him but instead she held back, she moved slowly to push herself up to her feet but not yet moving. Her eyes were locked on him watching him as he tried to claim the group was just kicking back. Of course he tried to make it sound like he was such a poor overworked man. She rolled her eyes at the man. She was well aware he spent more time burning people to a crisp than anything else. Apparently Toga shared at least somewhat similar thoughts as she seemed to tease Dabi about just being bad at judging people.

Shigaraki, who had been contemplating something, spoke up. This drew Rin’s attention away from the others as Shigaraki. He was snacking on what little food was available. Talking about how it had only been a month since Kurogiri had been arrested. Has it only been a month? Realistically she could not tell.

“Yeah that sounds about right,” she mumbled more so to herself than to the man as she actually started to try and count the days that she could remember. It felt more like a lifetime ago now when Kurogiri had been Shigaraki’s keeper, not her.

“No luck finding the doctor either,” it had not been meant as a question but was indeed something a blunt truth being pointed out. Honestly Rin could not care about some old doctor that used to help All For One. Rin felt if the doctor actually was an ally he should have tried to make contact. If Guran could still find them then so could this so-called doctor. Though the comment Toga made about Shiggy missing Kurogiri almost had her snickers it was kinda cute to think the man actually had the ability to miss someone and most likely cared about them to some degree.

Rin’s attention was pulled away from watching Twice and Toga as she turned to see it was Spinner who was questioning Shigaraki. Curious to see how this would go and few stood up to Shigaraki in such a manner or questioned his decisions. Would the man child lash out? Or would he do something different as she watched Spinner question the leader of their little ragtag team of mostly criminals? And to be fair to Spinner the question was a valid one. What was Shigaraki’s next plan? The part about Stain held no interest to her. But even Rin had to admit she wanted to know the answer as she watched Shigaraki. Though watching Spinner lose his cool for once was interesting.

It seemed everyone was watching what was to come next as Shigaraki started his reply to spinner before a loud crash outside had everyone tense up and rushing to see what was happening. Were they under attack? Was it hero’s and the cops? Or something else?

The answer to those unasked questions was not what Rin expected. The man, beast or monster, whatever it was looked a little less than human with its incredible height and odd human-like body. What the fuck was that thing? A human mountain hybrid?

“Are you the one who succeeded One for All?” holy crap it could talk. Alright, maybe it was more human than Rin had first assumed. It seemed Rin may not have been the only one a little surprised. Although Shigaraki was looking downright delighted as he lighted the hand that he had placed over his face seconds earlier before rushing out.

This thing was a weapon? Actually that made sense, it looked somewhat human but was not. Was it something like nomu”s? Was it some scientific experiment? And if it was meant to be an ally why was it suddenly attacking them?

Next Chapter

#boku no hero #mha #bnha smut #no beta read #bnha dabi #dabi #dabi smut #dabi x oc

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blueberryraptorcrumble · 2 years

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DnD:

So I finally got to play, I missed sesh 1 and intros last time so I got to play remotely today. Party this game is a dwarf cleric, a human fighter, a teifling warlock, a dragonborn paladin, a kenku rogue (absent), a tortle monk (also absent), and a warforged druid (me).

We’re on a mission to figure out why the crystals that transport people to the citadel are acting up? I think? We all mysteriously ended up there from all over, many have no memory how or why. My own character Ino indeed has amnesia and also cannot remember the purpose for which she’s made. (Hints say this might be plot important but I don’t know more than that)

So we get together (those that were here) and are told we should investigate this marketplace. I guess that’s where we were found when we were transported there. Turns out something’s been going on with the merchants- produce stolen, stalls damaged, weird fires. We break up a fight between a gnome and kolbold who’d been long time feuding, each blaming the other for the happenings. We find evidence of clementines, which is weird because they’re super rare here. The weird fruit leads us to this weird pepper guy who was initially kinda sus.

Pepper guy says we should compete in these ‘games’ or contests to get some rep so we can get more info from the shopkeeps. So we entered this contest that happened to be run by peppers guy (again sus). Specifically I believe it was the human fighter, the dragonborn and the warforged who entered this contest, the contest being to eat super spicy peppers. Yes I the warforged who doesn’t need to eat entered a pepper eating contest and won. (These were sussy magic peppers though, they did nearly poison the party that ate them.) The clementines as it turns out are served here, they get null the effects of the sussy peppers.

After contest we decided we should chat with the pepper guys brother who runs pepper guy’s shop. (Because pepper guy was pretty sus and we wanted to ask about the sussy peppers). He didn’t know about the sussy peppers but he did say pepper guy has been acting kinda weird. We hear a commotion from the kobold’s stall- apparently it’d been destroyed. Attacked it looked like by something invisible and furry. We show the fur we found to a guard who sends us over to a silk merchant. We go to talk to silk lady but she’s being attacked by her own caterpillars! (These are fuckhuge giant magic caterpillars)

Sadly despite our best efforts we weren’t able to save the silk lady, though we did defeat the pillars. Turns out nearby was a little fae creature, a wynling? A party member lassos the thing and we were able to intimidate and bribe the thing with a few goodberries to show us his boss. Guess who his boss was? If you guessed pepper guy you were correct! He was hella sus and tries to kill us with a few more fae creatures. We ended up killing the dude and finding a clue to what we were initially looking for.

And that’s were we left off. Was fun!

#raptor crumbles #dnd

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justoneacatperson · 3 years

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Two babies broccoli

Alpha! GN! Reader x Pregnant! Omega! Midoriya Izuku (Headcanon)

This is reupload from my old blog!

I would say that his pregnancy was accidental, not planned. You are two heroes who are trying to climb the charts, and your mate is struggling to be the number 1 hero, there are no children in your plans.

But apparently a month ago, when you both entered your cycles at the same time, blurred by lust and instincts, you forgot protection. So now the green-haired omega walks back and forth in the bathroom, muttering hundreds of questions under his breath as he waits for the time for the pregnancy tests to over.

His phone rang, announcing that the time had over. He stopped the alarm, looked in the mirror, taking a deep breath. Now is the time, he thought. He took one of the three tests, looking at how many traits had. Two large clear red lines appeared. Midoriya couldn’t believe it, looked at the other tests, seeing the same results. Tears welled up in his eyes, threatening to erupt like waterfalls.

Now what? He has to tell you. You’ve both commented that you want children at some point in your life, but not is the time. Deku is already in the top 10 best heroes, and you are in 17th place. It took a lot of time and effort for both of you to get to where you are now. Are you ready for that? You put a lot of time and work into reaching this position. Will you be happy or angry? He never saw you angry at him, you were the most wonderful mate in the world in many ways, but now the situation is very different from all you have been in.

It was late when you came home from a patrol and imprisoned several villains while Izuku had been home for several days due to illness.

-“Izu?” you called, taking off your shoes in the hallway. You immediately heard footsteps on the floor coming towards you. You looked up smiled when you saw your omega. -“How are you?” you asked, giving him a hug.

-“I should ask you this question.” he replied, running his finger over the cut on your shoulder.

-“A villain managed to hurt me, but it’s nothing serious, just a scratch.” you answered quickly so as not to bother your mate. -“So you?”

-“Well… I have something to tell you.” he replied, arousing your curiosity. You released him from your embrace, placing your hands on his shoulders.

-“Whatever it is, I’m listening.”

Midoriya tried to say something, but no sound came out of his mouth, so he took the test out of his pocket, showing it to your eyes. It took you a second to realize what he showed you, and immediately your eyes widened.

-”Omega, you…”

-“Yes, I’m pregnant.” he did not know what to expect before you wrapped your arms around him, lifting him off the ground and turning him a few times in a circle. -“(Y/n) !?” exclaimed Izuku, stopping you. You smiled, kissing his nose.

-“I’m very happy, Izu.” you said, touching your forehead with his. The omega chirped merrily, and tears streamed from his eyes. -“It would be amazing to have puppies together.”

First Trimester:

Midoriya wanted to keep working while he could. He takes only tasks related to patrolling and paperwork, and starting to show his pregnancy, he will go on leave maternity and will only do paperwork.

You have become very protective of your omega. You will always scent him from head to toe to mark it as your own.

You had to tell your mate’s mother. Inko was in complete ecstasy, crying and hugging her son in a bear hug, shouting how proud she was of you two and that she couldn’t wait to become a grandmother.

He had a slight morning sickness that he only had in the morning and late at night.

His sense of smell and hunger sharpened. From morning to night he eats his favorite food - katsudon, but of course you can`t leave your pregnant mate to eat only that. Midoriya has no food he hates or can’t eat, but sometimes there are many weird combinations of foods he likes to eat.

On your appointment to a doctor, you both learned that you were expecting twins. You were both in shock and joy at the same time. You didn’t expect to have more than one puppy, so you need to rearrange your plans a bit. Because he had twins, he started showing up early, and your protective alpha instinct didn’t want to put him on missions anymore, so he was left to do only paperwork.

Second Trimester:

In fact, Deku is a very nesting omega. The nest has always been the most comfortable and safe place for omega, their confidential place. The green-haired omega needed his nest more during his years of growth, due to the traumatic news that he was quirkless, the constant harassment by Katsuki had made him spend more time in his nest, seeking solace. He now has a new occupation to remodel his nest for hours until he thinks it’s okay. He was so focused that you asked if he needed anything, if you could get more things for his nest.

He had made several nests in your house. The main nest was in your bedroom, next to your bed - big, fluffy, soft, made mainly of All Might merch, of course. There are two smaller ones in the living room and in the nursery where your puppies will be.

Izuku had pain in his ankles and back from the weight of the twins. You will often smear him with oils, giving him a light massage. He always tried to tell you that he was fine and didn’t need to, but you’ve seen enough of him since his school years to be with Recovery Girl or in the hospital often, because he doesn’t take care of himself and makes life-threatening decisions, you don`t want him to get worse, you have no rejection, and your omega has no choice but to agree.

Stretch marks appeared on his abdomen and thighs, which you bless! You will not allow insecurity to crawl up to Deku, you will always show that you love him and he attracts you, no matter how he looks like.

You started making the children`s room. Your close friends like Uraraka, Iida, Shoto, Tsu, even Bakugou helped you a lot with painting the walls, assembling the furniture. (Katsuki even made very spicy ramen for the green-haired omega, as you told him that he’s been craving spicy lately).

You were above the moon when you felt the puppies kicking under your palms.

At your next checkup, you found out that your twins are girls.

Third Trimester:

In the last months of his pregnancy, Izuku did not want you to leave him alone home. His inner omega needed you more than usual and will whine when he doesn’t get enough attention or closeness from you.

Spend most of his time lying in his nest and sleeping, to your happiness and surprise. It is rare to see Izuku Midoriya do nothing You like to lie next to him and brush up his curly hair with your fingers.

Babies became very active in his womb. They move and kick. You were both in cloud nine when they began to move in his belly, and you will both enjoy those moments. But in recent months, the puppies are too strong and kick their mother in the kidneys and ribs, which does not affect him well. It is difficult to calm them, your omega manages to sleep no more than 3 to 4 hours a night, because at night they are very active. This is slightly offset by his constant bed rest.

Birth:

7 hours of labour - sweat, tears, fatigue, but they were worth it when your little ones came into the world. You held one of your daughters while Midoriya held the other. They both looked the same - curly (h/c) hair, emerald green eyes, freckles all over their faces, and their skin something between yours and his color.

-“They’re beautiful.” you said, sitting on the hospital bed next to your omega. He let out a little tired purr, leaning against your chest.

-“That’s right.” you planted a kiss on his head.

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phoenixyfriend · 3 years

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Anakin Introduces his Jedi Babies (and Himself)

Context: Anakin and the Jedi Babies, chrono

Warnings for: canon-typical dismemberment, unfortunately-aimed puppy crushes

Word count: 5,839

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The first time a Jedi meets a Skywalker, it’s on Bandomeer.

The planet is close to Mandalorian space. Finding someone associated with Mandalore is, technically, not that surprising. There are even Mandalorian operations on the planet.

What is surprising is the fact that the person from Mandalorian space is an unfamiliar Jedi Knight who is utterly unstoppable.

(Obi-Wan Kenobi has no way of knowing how similar his experiences are to what might have been, on this planet. Mandalore has been interfering in operations here ever since Ylliben Skywalker started reporting visions about the coming catastrophe. Where that interference has helped or hurt... well. There’s no way to know.)

(Is there?)

When Xanatos shows up and starts taunting Obi-Wan and Qui-Gon, there’s a giggle from the doorway.

All three have to turn to look at the individual in question.

Mid-twenties, leaning against the doorframe, slim but strong, covered in dark fabric and half a set of armor. A scar by one eye, well-kept hair, and a smirk that could burn the longest fuse. A lightsaber, unlit, in one gloved hand.

This man is... very attractive, Obi-Wan thinks. This is not an appropriate thought for the situation. Obi-Wan thinks he can maybe blame it on the exhaustion.

“No, no, keep going,” the stranger says, sounding like there’s a laugh stuck in his throat. He waves dismissively. “Let’s, ah, let’s hear the master plan. Good ranting voice, maybe a six out of ten on the ‘I’m better than you’ and a four on the actual intimidation. You can do better.”

“Excuse me?” Xanatos hisses, sounding incredibly malicious to Obi-Wan’s ears. “Just who do you think you are?”

“And now you’re overselling it,” the stranger sighs. “Are you new at this? You seem new at this.”

“I would... also like to know who you are,” Master Jinn admits, shifting uncertainly as he tries to keep both du Crion and the stranger in his sights.

“I’m just your friendly neighborhood Jedi Knight, here to fight darksiders because... that’s my life, apparently,” the man says, looking down at his arm for some reason. He shakes his head and looks up at them with a bright grin. “Do you need some help, Master Jinn?”

“You still haven’t told us your name.”

“This is true,” the knight says. “That said, I’ve been told by my boss to explicitly avoid naming myself while on this mission for a variety of reasons.”

“Your... boss,” du Crion drawls. “Not the Council, then.”

“Current supervisor,” the stranger offers as correction, completely unconcerned. “It’s a complicated situation, don’t worry about it.”

“I don’t worry about nonentities.”

The man purses his lips like he’s trying very, very hard not to laugh again. It’s very mocking. “Sure, kid.”

Xanatos has had his lightsaber out ever since Obi-Wan and Master Jinn entered the room, but he does one of those fancy, meant-to-be-intimidating one-handed saber twirls as he turns to face the Knight.

The man’s smirk widens. “You do realize you’re going to lose, right? C’mon, kid--”

“I’m older than you!”

“I did like zero research on you as a person, just your many and varied crimes; how old are you?”

Du Crion’s face goes pinched. “I’m twenty-five.”

“Ah, yeah, no, I’m older,” the knight says. “Only a few years, but I’m also a delightfully obnoxious little bastard who ages real slow for, uh, reasons--”

Obi-Wan is fascinated. This man is very strange. And very pretty.

Obi-Wan may be light-headed. Is he bleeding? Blood loss would explain this.

Obi-Wan isn’t bleeding. Damn.

“--anyway, I’m sure I’ve got a more interesting life with more mature experiences than you,” the knight says. “So even if I wasn’t older in body, I’d be older in spirit.”

The knight’s entire sense of being carries such an air of banthashit that Obi-Wan can barely believe it. It’s almost impressive. Obi-Wan wonders how often this man just opens his mouth and immediately gets punched in the face.

“You talk a lot for a man in someone else’s domain.”

“Hey, look on the bright side,” the knight says. “At least I’m not flirting with you. That’s what my master did with almost every darksider we met except his grandmaster.”

Du Crion pauses.

Obi-Wan has the distinct feeling that he and Master Jinn have lost any control they might have, at any point, had over this situation. They hadn’t had much control in the first place, but anything they did have is squarely in the stranger’s court right now. The silver lining to that is that du Crion is thoroughly distracted and has also lost some control of the situation.

“Besides,” the man continues, completely ignoring the very red lightsaber that is being very obviously readied for his death. “This is not that big of an advantage for you. I mean, hey, the fancy central console that can only be reached by skinny walkways with no railings are a nice touch, all chromed metal and minimal lighting, very dramatic, but there’s no lava. I’m not, like, chained to a rock in the middle of an arena for a public execution at the hands of starving animals the size of a fighter ship. You’re threatening to kill me personally instead of standing in the most expensive box of the theater, sipping your wine and congratulating yourself on step one of a plan that has another fifty-thousand steps and no end in sight. You--”

“Is there a point to this?”

“I’m just saying, I’ve been in worse situations by better darksiders than you. This is sad. You’re sad. Try harder.”

Obi-Wan makes a little noise in the back of his throat. Nobody seems to notice, but Master Jinn does put a hand on his shoulder. That’s nice.

“I don’t have any interest in setting up a public execution.”

“What kind of a Sith wannabe are you?” the knight asks, tilting his head. Obi-Wan distantly notes that his hair is longer than initially assumed; it’s just held back and curled. “Public executions are a whole thing. It’s like you’re not even trying. Tell me you’ve at least got vague plans to hand me off to a pirates instead of killing me so you can make some comment about me not even being worth the effort.”

“Are you trying to get yourself killed?” du Crion asks, his voice the kind of forced casual level nonsense that shows he’s actually very, very frustrated. Obi-Wan could almost believe that du Crion is as uninterested as he’s pretending to be.

“If I was trying to get myself killed, I’d... pick a fight with the Trade Federation, maybe? I mean, I survived that when I was nine but they’d probably take me more seriously this time.” The knight taps at his chin. “I don’t even know where the actual Sith is, but--”

“There are no more Sith,” du Crion scoffs.

Oh, the knight looks pitying now. Obi-Wan likes that much more than he should. It just really suits the man’s face.

Quin’s going to make so much fun of him later.

“I have fought multiple Sith,” the man says, slowly and clearly, as though explaining something to a child. “My master fought more than that. I lost my arm to a Sith when I was nineteen. You can say they’re gone, but I don’t trust like that.”

“It’s not a matter of trust,” du Crion says, rolling his eyes. “It has been a thousand years since the Sith were wiped out. Much as I’d like them to still be around, I’m not going to--”

“Oh!” the knight exclaims. “You’re lying! You do think they’re back, this whole mess is you auditioning.”

Du Crion stares at the man as though he’s lost what few marbles he had. “Excuse me?”

“You want to be the next Sith Apprentice,” the man says, cheerfully unconcerned by the mounting tension in the air. “That’s adorable. Well, no, actually, it’s very bad, both for you and for everyone else, and now it means I can’t just kill you in battle like I was planning because the Jedi are going to need you for information. Blast.”

Du Crion’s eyes widen. It is not in fear, but in incredulity. Obi-Wan thinks that it’s all in the eyebrows and the tight, befuddled smile. “You were planning to kill me, Jedi?”

“I mean... yeah, kinda,” the knight says, shrugging. “Quick and clean option, that.”

This time, Master Jinn is the one that makes a disbelieving noise that both of the bitchy twenty-somethings ignore.

“You’re a Jedi,” du Crion points out, entirely pleasant.

“...yes,” the man says, not meeting anyone’s eyes. “Technically.”

Du Crion is very much distracted by this. “Technically?”

The man wiggles a hand. “Arguments can be made. I certainly was trained as a Jedi and consider myself to be one. My knighting was according to protocol, and at the Temple. Technically.”

“...but?” Master Jinn prompts.

The knight smiles like he’s got something very spicy in his mouth and is unwilling to admit it’s too much for him. “But nothing! Don’t worry about it. There’s a fight to be had with a Sith wannabe who doesn’t realize he’s not going to measure up.”

“Arrogant,” du Crion accuses.

“No,” the knight immediately says. “You just don’t fight a galactic war without learning which opponents are actually going to kill you.”

Obi-Wan leans into Master Jinn’s side, his legs feeling a little too much like jelly. He whispers, “I have so many questions.”

“As do I, Padawan,” Master Jinn mutters back, and something in Obi-Wan’s heart twists. He’s a padawan! Master Jinn’s actually going to go through with it!

The fight does actually happen, at that point. The knight lights his saber and leaps forward, flashing through Djem So movements without a moment’s hesitation. For all the trash talk and boasting, the fight isn’t actually over very quickly. Du Crion is good, even without having had a chance to spar against a real person since he left the Order. Power flows around him, dark and heavy and sharp in ways that the Force usually isn’t, and the red saber snaps through the air with a speed Obi-Wan can barely track. Xanatos du Crion is, without question, danger incarnate in this moment.

The unknown knight is better.

There are attempts at banter, mostly by the stranger. Du Crion is too focused on the fight to bother responding. Obi-Wan just clings to Master Jinn, trying to stay awake and aware. It’s difficult, given the past few days, and even with help from the Force, he’s flagging.

The way the knight moves is... captivating, though.

(Quinlan’s going to laugh at the top of his lungs, later. Obi-Wan’s going to blush and stutter and bury his face in a pillow, and Bant’s going to pat his back like the amazing friend she is, and Quin’s just going to laugh, like an asshole.)

The fight doesn’t end cleanly. The knight cuts du Crion’s saber in half and, in the same movement, cuts the man’s hand off.

Obi-Wan’s seen too much blood in the last few days for it to shock him, but the smell is... unpleasant.

“I don’t suppose either of you carries Force-nullifying cuffs?” the knight asks, holding his saber to du Crion’s neck with an expression that is amused and satisfied in equal measure.

“No,” Master Jinn says. He seems... very bothered. Well, du Crion was his student once. Obi-Wan can’t imagine he’d be very calm if he had a student that went dark and started killing children. “Was cutting off his hand really necessary?”

“I feel like half my fights end with either someone dying or someone losing a limb,” the knight muses. “Sometimes that limb is my own, even!”

Obi-Wan isn’t sure if the man is manic or just trying to throw them off their rhythm. It probably doesn’t matter.

“Okay, I have Force-nullifying cuffs of my own,” the man says. “But these things are expensive as hell, and they weren’t paid for by the Order, so just giving them to you isn’t really on the table. That said... my ship kind of got shot down on the way here. If you could give me a ride off-planet--”

“Our ship was also shot down.”

The knight blinks at him, and then kicks du Crion in the hamstring. It’s not a very hard kick, but du Crion shoots him a look of offense that’s probably justified. Getting kicked when one is already down is never a great feeling.

“Stop shooting people,” the knight scolds.

Obi-Wan feels vaguely like he’s having a fever dream.

“Okay, new plan,” the man says. “What kind of ship did you come in?”

“KYL-3400 small transport,” Master Jinn says, with not a little hesitation. “Why?”

The knight grins. “I’m going to cannibalize it for parts.”

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Jango has known Anakin Skywalker for six years. Many of those years have been spent being yanked into babysitting for the man. For reasons Jango doesn’t feel like examining, this will likely continue.

“You’re late,” he says, as the man in question stumbles out of a battered ship that looks only barely like the one that left three months ago. “I thought you said Bandomeer was a quick fix.”

“Ship got shot down, had to help some Jedi, ran into fucking Onaka on the way back,” Skywalker grouses. “I feel like shit. Where are my kids?”

“Buir says you have to go to medical.”

“Yeah, sure, whatever. My kids, Jango.”

“They can visit you in medical.”

“And, what, Mereel’s gonna go there for a debrief?”

“Your debrief is going through me,” Jango says, and doesn’t let himself flinch when Skywalker makes a face. “He’ll check in later.”

“Yeah, no,” Skywalker says, taking a step forward and then swaying with a curse. “Listen, this actually does need to go to Mand’alor direct, not just the Alor-in-training--”

“Please don’t do that with my language,” Jango immediately says. “That’s not--no. ‘Alor-in-training’ isn’t a thing. Don’t do that.”

Skywalker turns on his heel with a frustrated snarl, and Jango’s eyes widen as the stupid tunics the man wears flare out.

“Is that a blaster wound?”

“No.”

“Yes it--for fuck’s sake, Skywalker!” Jango growls and just goes over to grab the taller man by the shoulders and march him to medical. “I’m calling your sister.”

“Don’t tell Shmi, she’s got enough to--”

“I’m calling your sister,” Jango snaps. “And you’re going to deal with it. Ka’ra, do you even think? Is there a brain in that head of yours?”

“I’ve been told my braincell is lonely.”

“I’m going to shove you in a trash compactor, dikut’la jetii,” Jango mutters. “Are you hurt anywhere else?”

“If I say yes, will you let me go deal with it on my own?”

Jango strangles his own scream and shoves Skywalker into the nearest examination room. “Fix him!”

The medic looks up, raises a brow, and turns to Skywalker. “What did you do?”

“What didn’t I do?” Skywalker shoots back, grinning like they’re sharing battle stories over a drink in a cantina.

The medic--Mirka’lu, he thinks--crosses her arms. “General.”

Oh man, the medics must be angry with him already if they’re already jumping titles like that.

“I’m just a knight--”

“General Skywalker.”

The man in question grimaces. “I maybe got shot during an altercation with some pirates.”

“Uh-huh.”

“And... I maybe--maybe--picked a fight with some Hutt enforcers.”

Jango’s going to wring his neck.

Right after he calls Shmi.

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Komari does her level best to not shift nervously under the judgmental eyes of the man they’re pretty sure is the Mand’alor. Her master’s got the situation under control. She’s just there to observe. They’ve got an entire team--

“Is that your way of telling me that your Order did minimal research on the situation before coming to intervene, and the only reason you bothered to reach out is because one of my men, weeks ago, let you know that Death Watch is setting traps for both my people and yours?”

Komari feels the flare of annoyance from Master Dooku. She doesn’t react, but she can hear the tension when her Master speaks.

“I assure we would not have attacked on Galidraan unless attacked first, or if we’d found solid evidence of the actions we were informed of,” Master Dooku says, quiet and even. “All your messenger did was save us all a little time.”

Mereel smiles thinly. “Saved us all some lives, more like it.”

“Perhaps.”

“Ah, jetiise aren’t the only ones with Force-Sensitives,” the Mand’alor says. “I’ve more than a few under my command. Visions aren’t foolproof, I’m aware, but I’ll be damned if such a warning goes completely ignored.”

Master Dooku makes a low humming noise. “Be that as it may, I’m unsure of what it is that you’re expecting out of our... presence. We are not here to help you claim your presumed throne. We are only here to stop the killings we were told about.”

“I don’t need your help to reunite my people.” Mereel waves a hand, batting the mere suggestion away. “But I’d appreciate the help with taking out the terrorist group that’s actually going out and murdering the helpless, this planet’s farmers and doctors and children. Kyr’tsad isn’t just a thorn in my side, Master Jedi.”

“And what proof do I have that you aren’t just the same kind of monster as you claim they are?” Master Dooku challenges.

It’s a little brazen, considering how dicey these negotiations are. For all that Komari herself doesn’t wince, someone behind her outright hisses in dismay. She agrees with the sentiment.

Mereel just laughs at them. He catches the eye of one of the armored individuals along the wall, human or close to it, and nods to himself.

“Right,” the man says. “Well, we have our own Jedi. Would you like to meet him?”

Master Dooku is immobile, as if carved from stone. The rest of the group is... not.

“I suppose that would be acceptable,” Master Dooku says, and Komari feels the tension in him wind further through the training bond. There are a million questions to be had here. None of them can be answered without the supposed Jedi.

“Great,” the Mand’alor says. He leans back in his seat and turns to the door. With the press of a button, the door slides open. “Ben!”

A child darts into the room, stops, and bounces on their feet. Probably male, Komari thinks, and very anxious. The child’s eyes dart about the room, taking in every single Jedi in sight. When that gaze lands on Master Dooku, there’s a flash of recognition and... not hate, but distaste. Confused and distant dismay, maybe. The child turns back to Mereel.

“Mand’alor,” the child greets, still bouncing. “Am I needed?”

“Thought I told you this meeting was for grown-ups,” the Mand’alor says.

Ben shrugs. “I wanted to listen in.”

“That door is soundproofed and you know it.”

“So?”

The Mand’alor grins. “Do me a favor and go fetch your dad.”

“Buir’s still sleeping,” Ben says, grave as dirt. It’s a strange expression for such a small child. He can’t be older than eight, and Komari’s pretty sure even that’s a stretch. “Shmi’s gonna be mad if he has to wake up before the bacta’s done.”

“I just need him for negotiations,” Mereel assures the child.

“Aggressive negotiations with a lightsaber?” Ben asks, and Komari nearly chokes.

“No, just regular ones.”

Ben nods sharply, and then turns and runs out.

“That boy...” Mereel mutters, but it’s fond. “Anywa--”

“BUIR!” Ben’s voice echoes from the hall, faint but audible, along with some very loud banging on what is presumably a door. “DAD! WAKE UP, THE COUNT IS HERE!”

The Count? Komari wonders. Even Master Dooku seems surprised.

The question is clearly on more minds than just her own. Mereel raises a brow at Master Dooku and gestures vaguely. “Didn’t know any of you were nobility. You a Count, Master Jedi?”

“No,” Master Dooku says, and before the Mand’alor can press further, he adds, “but if I were to retire from the Order, the title would be mine to inherit. As I have no intentions of retiring, I am not and will not be a Count, but I assume that is what the child is referring to.”

“Ben,” the Mand’alor corrects. He seems pleased with the reasonable answer. “Ylliben Skywalker. I suggest you refer to him by name.”

“You have a fondness for him,” Master Dooku notes.

Mereel shrugs. “No more than any other child, objectively, but his father is one of my more effective allies, and he gets antsy about things. Saying ‘your child’ won’t be a problem, but ‘the child’ is... well.”

The smirk is a challenge that Komari doesn’t feel ready to meet. She’s glad it’s not hers to handle.

“Why do you ‘have’ a Jedi?” Master Dooku asks, pushing the conversation back to the point Komari’s sure he was initially aiming for.

“Found him in a snowstorm, brought him inside,” Mereel says, grinning. “And then he refused to leave, the shabuir. Troublesome man, like you wouldn’t believe, but useful.”

“Like a feral tooka,” someone behind Komari mutters. She feels a part of her soul die.

You can’t just say that in front of the Mand’alor! she screeches in the depths of her mind, despairing.

“Exactly,” Mereel agrees with a laugh. “Skywalker’s a feral tooka.”

Komari dies a little more.

“Talkin’ shit about me, Mereel?”

...oh no.

This one’s pretty.

The man is tall, dressed almost entirely in black, and looks like shit.

“You look like you got run over by a herd of bantha,” the Mand’alor notes.

“I got back less than a day ago,” Skywalker growls out. He leans against the wall behind the Mand’alor’s desk. He folds his arms. He glowers around the room. “The kriff is Count Dooku doing here?”

“Master Dooku,” the man in question says, a little pained. “As I informed Mand’alor Mereel, I may technically have claim to that title, but I am a Jedi. So long as I remain a Jedi, the title isn’t actually mine.”

Skywalker makes a face, and then shakes his head. “Fine. Whatever. Jaster, what the hell do you need from me?”

“Well, some manners would be nice.”

“I got shot and am putting myself in a position to get yelled at by baar’ur Mirka’lu for coming here when I’m supposed to be on bed rest,” Skywalker growls out. He kicks Mereel’s chair, glaring at the back of the man’s head. “You’re lucky I put on pants.”

Mereel seems unbothered by this statement or treatment.

Komari thinks her eyes may currently be the size of dinner plates.

“You’re the one from Bandomeer.”

Skywalker’s head snaps up to focus his gaze on Master Dooku. “Say what?”

“You’re the one my former Padawan encountered on Bandomeer,” Master Dooku says, something satisfied in his tone. “He said you refused to give a name, but the physical description does match.”

“Oh, lovely, Jinn’s been gossiping,” Skywalker mutters. “That’s just--”

“General Skywalker,” Mereel says, voice finally slipping to something more stern than amused. “If you could please focus.”

Skywalker rolls his eyes and mutters something about painkillers.

“Buir?”

Skywalker’s head tilts to the side, and he holds one arm out to the side. The kid from before--Ben--darts in to cling to the man’s side. A slightly taller Togruta follows in and ducks in under his other arm. Both children keep a wary gaze fixed on the same person, and their adult...

Every look from this man is a new challenge to Master Dooku.

“They’re yours?”

That is the exact question Komari was hoping her master wouldn’t ask.

“We’re in Mandalorian territory,” Skywalker says. “They’re Force-Sensitive orphans with an incredible amount of potential. If I didn’t claim them, someone else would have.”

It’s not an airtight justification--the man could have just sent them to the Temple--but the air around him is roiling with aggression. This man does not like Master Dooku, and is more than a shade protective of these--his--children. Komari shifts her weight and worries as the pregnant silence grows heavier.

“As you say,” Master Dooku allows, and some of the bowstring-tight tension in the room loosens, drains away like foul bathwater. “If I may... I was unaware you were a General, nor that Mandalore had a standing army large enough for such a position.”

“He’s not,” Mereel says. “Used to be, won’t tell me where. It’s not my business, or yours. Title’s a holdover from whatever war he was fighting before we got him.”

Komari is not the only person whose heart drops as Master Dooku says, “Qui-Gon claimed that the rogue knight he’d met on Bandomeer mentioned a galactic war against the Sith.”

Mereel blinks, and then turns his seat around to look at Skywalker. The other Mandalorians look at Skywalker. Every single Jedi also looks at Skywalker.

The Togruta child sticks her tongue out at Master Dooku.

“I did say that,” Skywalker says. “What of it?”

“You know, when I said I didn’t care what fight you were running that turned you into a soldier, I kind of assumed it was something on the level of, say, a system-wide civil war,” Mereel drawls. “Not galactic Force nonsense.”

Skywalker shrugs. “Don’t ask questions you don’t want answers to.”

“Because you’ll lie?”

“No, I’m just going to be really annoying about it,” Skywalker tells him. The Togruta giggles and shoves her face into his side. “Or, hell, I’ll let Ben do it. We both know he can talk circles around basically everyone in this room.”

“Skywalker.”

“Mereel.”

The two hold gazes for a moment that lasts just a little too long, and then Mereel breaks it off. “We’re talking about this later.”

“Of course, Mand’alor,” Skywalker says, with a grim sort of smile. “Wouldn’t dream of doing otherwise.”

Mereel doesn’t seem particularly impressed by that.

Komari wonders if anyone else remembers that Skywalker was supposed to be here to make negotiations easier.

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Yan Dooku is having a Day.

He’s not entirely sure whom to blame for this mess. Perhaps Yoda, for suggesting he handle this mission. Perhaps the governor of Galidraan, who decided collaborating with terrorists for his own gain was a good idea. Perhaps Jaster Mereel, whose influence and power is enough that Yan needs to tread carefully. Perhaps Qui-Gon, for giving him just enough information about Skywalker to cause some drama.

Perhaps Skywalker for being a recalcitrant, ornery bastard who delights in Yan’s suffering.

(One of the Mandalorians calls him that to his face, and Skywalker informs the man that “my mother always told me I didn’t have a father,” and stares until the Mando stammers out an apology and turns on his heel.)

(The smirk on Skywalker’s face is certainly informative.)

“Hi.”

Yan looks up from the datapad he’s been using to try and punch out a report, for all that he can’t find the words he needs, and sees the Togruta youngling from Skywalker’s side hanging upside-down from a ventilation grate.

He blinks evenly at her. “Good afternoon. Is that your normal manner of traversing the building?”

“Yeah, when Jan-Jan isn’t yelling at me about it,” she says, and drops from the ceiling. Seemingly without paying attention, she directs the grate itself back into place with the Force, screws reattaching themselves with only the slightest whisper. She’s done this many, many times.

“I’m afraid I don’t know who that is.”

“Jango Fett,” she clarifies. “Ad be Mand’alor.”

Child of the king.

He does remember that much from the briefing.

“I see,” Yan says, rather than try to tackle whatever the usage of such a nickname implies. “I’m afraid nobody’s seen fit to introduce you, youngling.”

“I’m Sokanth Skywalker, but most people call me Soka,” she says, with a bouncing, shallow bow. Full of energy, this one. “I’m eight.”

“The General is your father, then?”

“Mm-hm! He adopted me when I was almost two,” she says, and climbs up onto the bench. She wraps her arms around her knees and beams up. “Ben was still a baby, and we didn’t go get Shmi until a few months later when Skyguy could afford it.”

“Skyguy?” Yan prompts.

“My dad,” she explains, head tilting a little as she studies his reaction. “I... I’ve always called him Skyguy. He took care of me before he adopted me, for at least a year. He says I called him Skyguy when I first started talking, back then, and then he didn’t make me stop when he adopted me.”

“I see,” Yan says. “Does your father know you’re speaking with me?”

“Probably.”

“And would he approve?” Yan hints as heavily as he can. “He doesn’t seem to like me very much.”

“That’s because we’ve all seen what you could be,” she says. “But you’re not the Count yet, so it’s okay.”

Information. “Ah. Visions, then. That would explain some things.”

“Ben gets them the most,” she keeps talking. “But it’s not just that. It’s like... patterns. The Sith are going to target you, because they’re going to think you’re worth corrupting.”

“And you’ve seen enough Sith to know that?”

“Yeah.”

“Visions are not foolproof,” he says, trying to keep his tone gentle. He’s not used to interacting with children of this age, and this one comes with a father in the Mand’alor’s confidence, someone he can’t afford to irritate by making a daughter cry. “I have a friend who is very prone to visions, and some come true, some don’t, and others--”

“Are self-fulfilling,” Sokanth finishes for him. “I know that. But my dad’s actually fought Sith, y’know. The guy who cut off my dad’s arm used to be a Jedi Master, like you, and he was all fancy-schmancy and a history nerd for Sith stuff, and didn’t like the Council or their decisions very much. Like you.”

That’s... very personal.

“A surface-level similarity is not enough to make the claim that I am to become a Sith,” he says.

She blinks at him, eyes too large for a face that’s so near to human in bone-structure. It’s unnerving. “Whether or not you Fall is your choice, Count. All I can tell you is that you are the kind of person they look to groom... if only as a pawn.”

The words are too old for a girl her size.

“You speak as if you’ve faced the Sith yourself,” Yan says, well aware now that he needs to tread carefully, but... “You’re too young to go out into the field. I can’t imagine your father would allow a child like yourself to go up against someone that dangerous.”

She blinks those too large eyes, and tilts her head in the other direction, and then smiles. “You care. That’s good. Keep that compassion, Count.”

He raises an eyebrow. “I feel like you’re evading the question.”

Sokanth giggles. “Maybe. Buir doesn’t like us talking about it much. It makes him sad, ‘cuz he can’t help us not hurt, and a lot of it is really scary. It’s like... my memories are too big for my head. I don’t get a lot of visions, but I get a lot of dreams of things that happened that I’m not alive for. And buir does remember those things happening, so it’s true, and it happened, but I only... sort of remember it, and when I think about it too hard, it hurts my head. Or I get nightmares about it, and I don’t like those. Ben’s got it worse, though. He has more to fight.”

It’s a lot of information.

It’s confusing information.

It’s... possibly information that the General has asked her to feed him for reasons he can’t even begin to guess at.

“In this war your father fought,” Yan asks, “were you a soldier as well?”

“Commander,” she corrects, voice soft. “That’s what the dreams call me, before they start screaming.”

“How old are you really?” He asks, before he can quite stop himself.

She laughs, suddenly bright again. “I’m as old as I look. I’m eight. Just because the Force gives me memories I shouldn’t have doesn’t mean that my brain isn’t a kid. Sometimes Ben tries to act older than he is ‘cuz of the memories, y’know. Buir gets sad whenever he does that, ‘cuz he thinks we deserve to be kids before the galaxy goes to hell again.”

“He’s sure of such a thing?”

“It always does,” she says, with the air of someone who isn’t sure how their conversation partner could be quite that dense. Her voice takes on a sing-song cadence, like she’s telling a fable instead of a philosophy. “War always comes eventually. Not every sentient is selfish, but enough are, and they tend to be the ones that claw their way to the top. The rich and powerful will take and take and take, and then, when there’s nothing left, they will use their living stepping stones to tear each other apart. All we can do is be ready to end it as quickly as possible once it comes.”

Yan lets the claim sit for a long, quiet minute. “Did your father tell you that?”

“No,” she says. “Ben did.”

The six-year-old.

“He has a way with words,” Yan manages.

“Sometimes he uses his stuffed animals to host courtroom dramas,” she says. “He makes me look up the right laws so it can be procedurally accurate, ‘cuz he’s a nerd but so am I, and it makes Skyguy happy when he sees us playing like that instead of just doing saber forms and stuff.”

Yan has... no idea what to do with that. “I wouldn’t normally call courtroom dramas a normal children’s activity.”

“Yeah, but Ben’s a nerd,” she says, as if that’s all that needs to be said. Maybe, for her, it is. “And there’s only so much time I’m allowed to spend hunting.”

Right. Togruta.

“And what was your father doing at that age?”

“I’m not allowed to talk about that,” she says immediately. “Because it’s very private and he and Shmi get upset if we bring it up, ‘cuz of trauma and stuff.”

Shmi. The... sister, he thinks. People seem to be unclear on that. He’s heard a few refer to the teenager as just “one of Skywalker’s,” so that’s something to consider. She’s near-perfectly halfway between the children and the General, in terms of age, so it’s a little ambiguous where she fits.

That said, he’s been in a lot of places in his time as a Jedi Master. It’s taken him a little longer than it should have to realize, but he thinks he’s got at least part of the puzzle.

Skywalker’s a slave name. Tatooine, specifically.

It’s not confirmation, really, but...

Well. He thinks it’s better he doesn’t dig, on that subject.

“Hey,” Sokanth says, tugging at his sleeve. “Can I ask ya something?”

“I cannot promise an answer, but you may ask.”

“Can you spar with Skyguy? I wanna see who wins.”

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@winterironmonth prompt -- SFW Thursday: Word

Word: Honey

I learned about Hot Honey and I’m never looking back, my guys. Could almost be nsfw except when given the choice between Humor and Horny I almost always choose Humor. Also the reason Tony does not immediately know that it was Bucky is because Bucky prefers peanut butter on toast but all they had left after the first half a loaf was extra crunchy and he likes his smooth.

Tony stared into his empty honey jar with a deep frown. It had been half-full yesterday, and it wasn’t a small jar. He tapped his finger against the side of the jar as if it would make the honey reappear. He had no idea who could have taken it. He kept it up in his personal kitchen, not the common one, and he was the only one with a sweet tooth in the house. And no one had made a recipe that required honey, otherwise a piece would have been left in his workshop for him. He wouldn’t have even noticed it was gone, except it had been left next tot he toaster.

Tony lifted the jar up to the light. All that was left was a teaspoon on the bottom. “Someone is in for a very bad time,” he said.

“Should I warn them, Sir?” JARVIS asked. He didn’t sound very sympathetic though.

“Nah, they’ll figure it out eventually,” Tony decided. He was sort of offended that the person had not even bothered to ask. He would have been able to tell them no, or warn them, or even offered to have a bottle couriered over for them. “Life’s natural consequences.”

“Very good, Sir,” JARVIS replied.

“Order another jar of this, too, please,” Tony added. “And a big red ‘don’t touch’ sticker.”

There was a pause as JARVIS put the order through, and then he helpfully answered, “Done, Sir. Shall I keep my cameras peeled?”

“Oh, absolutely,” Tony said cheerfully. Natural consequences were always good to watch later.

.-.

Tony was surprised to be called to medical. Literally no one on the team liked going there. But apparently Bucky had collapsed on his run with Steve and Steve had literally picked him up and sprinted him back to the tower, so Bucky hadn’t really had a choice. The doctors were concerned enough that they wouldn’t let him go afterward.

“It’s not that bad,” Bucky complained as the doctors fretted over his low blood pressure and irregular heartbeat.

“If you didn’t have the serum you’d be in a bad way for sure,” one of the doctors deadpanned.

“And you think he could have been poisoned?” Steve asked anxiously, staring at the readings on all the machines Bucky had been hooked up to. “Tony, we might need JARVIS to go over video footage for intruders.”

“No need,” Tony told him cheerfully. “He poisoned himself.”

Everyone in the room stopped. Turned to look at him. Stared.

Finally, Bucky sucked in a breath and snapped, “What do you mean, I poisoned myself?!”

“Not on purpose. But you did eat the rest of my hot honey,” Tony explained, crossing his arms. He didn’t even bother trying to hide his grin.

Bucky stared at him, bewildered. Finally, he said, “That honey wasn’t spicy at all.”

Tony raised an eyebrow at him, still grinning. “Ah huh. And yet here you are.”

“Wait, wh—did Bucky suddenly become allergic to honey?” Steve asked, horrified. Whether it was because he was afraid Bucky would go into anaphylactic shock if a bee buzzed by too close or he was terrified he also might develop allergies with the serum was a tossup.

“What kind of honey did you say it was again, Mr. Stark?” one of the doctors asked.

“Hot,” Tony said.

“What kind of peppers were u—” the doctor began.

One of the nurses was staring at him as if he’d just struck her. “Mr. Stark please this is absolutely more than I wanted to know.”

“You wouldn’t know about it if Bucky asked before taking my things,” Tony told her, smug.

“Dr. Stevens, Sergeant Barnes has overdosed on Viagra,” the nurse said, turning toward him.

The doctors and nurses froze again. Steve stared at Tony for a moment, then just turned and walked from the room.

“WHY DO YOU HAVE HONEY WITH VIAGRA IN IT,” Bucky bellowed, and a nurse slapped an oxygen mask on him while he was distracted.

“It was given to me by an old flame who went into the honey business,” Tony answered with a careless shrug. “I use it when—”

“Mr. Stark,” one of the other doctors snapped.

Tony held his hands up and took a step back, because there were a bunch of scalpels in their arms’ reach. “Anyway, it’s usually polite to ask before taking someone’s things.”

“You literally told me ‘what’s mine is yours’ when I moved into the penthouse,” Bucky began.

Tony raised an eyebrow. “It’s got a warning label. I had half a jar left anyway, and it’s all gone. Why’d you eat so much?”

“Steve and I were running a marathon today. I was loading up on carbs,” Bucky replied with a shrug. “Is there anything else I should know about in your kitchen?”

“Everything else like this is in the bedroom so no.” Tony paused, considering, then asked, “When you say loading up on carbs—”

“I ate that whole loaf of bread, yeah,” Bucky said. “I was gonna buy you another on the way home, but, you know. I passed out.”

“You literally deserve everything that’s happened to you, you fucking asshole,” Tony told him, because that was the bread he used for sandwiches and now he had nothing for lunch. He supposed he could get bread from the communal kitchen or wait for a courier, but he figured it would help teach Bucky for not reading labels if he nursed a grudge for a minute. Also they only had white and rye bread in the communal kitchen and he preferred his special seed bread.

“I’ll go get you some bread when this wears off,” Bucky said.

“It’s gonna take a while. It’s a slow-release thing,” Tony told the doctors helpfully.

Bucky groaned, loudly.

“You deserve this,” one of the nurses told him, and then prodded him to test his reflexes probably a little harder than necessary.

“I agree,” Tony told him without sympathy, and Bucky groaned again.

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𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐨𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭 | 𝐟𝐨𝐮𝐫

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: jaehyun x reader

𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: mythology!au, angst, romance

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: swearing, suggestive (just making out lol), mentions of alcohol, violence (mentions of choking)

𝐚/𝐧: if you are uncomfortable with these themes then i highly suggest you no longer interact! also, thoughts/emphasis are italicized. I'll just put the header on when I have the patience bc I felt like this is long overdue

[4.5k words]

You woke up finding your body was stiff and sore. It overpowered the pain in your wounded knees that stung with every movement of your limbs. Yesterday seemed like days ago, it felt like a fever dream. No, a nightmare. All you wanted to do was just curl up in bed, but then you remembered that your mother and you were having dinner at Jaehyun’s place. You’ve never gone to the Underworld, you didn’t hear many good things about it and that terrified you. What if Cerberus ate you? What if a wandering, lost soul stole your soul? The questions were endless and it sent you down a spiral of nervousness.

“Y/n?” Your mother softly came in, an apron hung around her neck and the aroma of breakfast food seeped into your room.

“Morning, mom,” you croaked.

“How are you feeling?”

Your mind flashed back to yesterday; Jaehyun in your room, tending your wounds, being flirtatious, or whatever. You remembered it as clear as the Fountain of Youth.

“I’m fine,” you answered, swiping the sheets away from your body to peer at the wounds.

You gently peeled back the bandage a bit only to see that the wound was almost gone. It held a faint discoloration as it was in the process of healing, but you were impressed nonetheless.

“So,” your mother began as she sat on the edge of your bed, “tonight, I was thinking about bringing a pasta dish. Or should we bring a cake? A pie maybe?”

“We can just pick up a pie from the bakery,” you brushed your hand in the air, dismissing any ideas, “it’ll be easier anyways.”

“Ah, yes. Hades does like his spicy chocolate pies,” your mother hums as she smoothes her palm against your bedsheet.

“Ugh, I don’t know how he eats that stuff,” you grumble, swinging your legs off your bed.

“Well, he is the God of the Underworld,” she raises both of her eyebrows at you, “so, what will you be doing today? It’s super nice out.”

Peering at your window, the sun shines brightly in the sky. The sky is bare of clouds and it does seem like a beautiful day today. You can imagine yourself sitting in the grass with a book in your palms. But you had more important things to do today, like beating the shit out of Maeve.

Your shoulders slump as you reply, “I’m going to go train with Mark.”

“You’re always training with that boy,” she narrows her eyes at you, “are you in love with him?”

“Mother!” You raise your voice, snapping your head to her, “No, I am not.”

Athena only laughs at your reply as she gets up and makes her way out of your room.

“Hey, Y/n?” her voice stops you before you step into the bathroom.

“Yes, mom?”

“You know you can tell me anything right?” she asks, her voice sweet and loving.

You nodded, recalling the things that happened last night at the beach. You haven’t told her and she must be worried, but you’re too drained and confused to spill it. So you spare her a small smile as you walk into the bathroom, not saying a word about what happened.

“Come on! You can hit harder!”

Annoyed at Mark’s ‘words of encouragement’, you purse your lips as you attempt to hit the boxing pad with your mitts. You were beginning to get tired, your arms burned from the repetitive movements and your knees ached as it chased after your feet. Mark hasn’t given you a break since you’ve gotten here and it’s almost been an hour of constant hitting.

Growing frustrated, you shouted in protest, “I’m done!” you throw your mitts on the dirt.

Mark sighs, seeing the frustration in your eyes, “Okay, what’s really going on?”

You exhale a short breath, “Nothing you’d be interested in,” you answer him sharply as you walk towards one of the rocks to sit on. Mark follows you closely, but quietly afraid to set off the fuming bomb of anger you always held.

“You know,” he starts, “I’ve heard a lot of mysterious things about you,” he plops right next to you.

You curl your legs up to your chest as you stare forward at the waterfall, “Like what?” you mumble, really not interested in what he’s heard because it’s all been bad stuff.

“You tell me,” Mark shrugs.

You tighten your hold on your legs, “I think someone’s out to get me,” you whisper.

Mark leans in to hear you clearer, “Maeve?” he whispers back.

You shudder, her name bringing back awful memories, “Yeah, but I’m not sure why. I have nothing that has to do with her. Sure, I provoked her on the first day, but...it wasn’t severe to draw it out this far.”

Mark’s eyebrows furrow, “What do you mean?”

You explained what happened last night at the beach party. You quivered as you retold the story from your perspective. It was a vivid nightmare that you didn’t know how to wake.

“Where is Lucas now?” Mark asked.

You fumed at the male’s name. He hasn’t texted or called you since last night. He would be the key to all of your answers, but he wouldn’t answer any of your messages or calls. Lucas was friendly, always nice, and shined bright like the sun. You just wondered what he was up to.

“I don’t know,” you sighed, picking up the mitts from the ground, “come on. We came here to train. Plus, I want to forget it all.”

Mark quickly jumps to his feet, “do you think this has anything to do with the feud between Hades, your mother, and her’s?”

You tilted your head to the side, “What feud?”

Mark smirked, “Guess you don’t know then.”

“Mark,” you lowered your voice when he dismissed your question, “what. Feud?”

“I’ll tell you if you can beat me,” he said, picking up the other pair of mitts that laid on the ground.

Storming into your house, you shouted, “Why didn’t you tell me about the feud you had with Hades and Eris?”

Taken aback, she looked at you with wide eyes, almost dropping the spoon she held, “w-what are you talking about?”

You inhaled, “Why didn’t you tell me that after the Titan War, Hades, and apparently Zeus, imprisoned Eris in Tartarus? And that you were helping them and now she’s after me, possibly because of it?”

“Who told you that?” your mother calmly put down the spoon and rubbed her palms on her thighs.

“Does that really matter right now, mom?” your voice rose in anger.

“Sit down,” she wipes her hand on a napkin, discarding it as she walks towards you, who begins to be seated at the dinner table.

“Eris and I were good friends, we trained together as kids. She was good, almost better than me, but there was always the tension of competition between us. One could only be good in the eyes of Zeus so we grew up and trained with that mindset. As we got older, we were still good friends, but there was always that silent tension between us. When the Titan war came to be, Eris rebelled and fought against us,” your mother sighed, anguish tainting the streaks of her face, “I tried everything in my power to persuade her to fight with us, to be on our side, but that’s when she said all of the things that were never said. That I was the favorite, I was the best only because I was the favorite, I was only fighting along Zeus because he favored me more than her. Not because I was good or tactful, she disregarded our training together...our friendship, the bond that we had growing up. It was stupid really, but eventually, we beat their army and imprisoned her. According to Zeus, she did more damage during the war that I wasn’t aware of. That’s why she’s imprisoned in Tartarus. I haven’t asked because she’s...she’s dead to me really.”

You leaned back in her seat, realizing that Maeve probably was only acting out of feeling because of the relationship between both of your mothers. Her mother was imprisoned in the deep abyss below the Underworld, while yours lived a perfect, rewarding life.

“Is that why we’re going to the Underworld tonight? To talk to Zeus?” you quietly asked.

Your mother nodded, “I know I should’ve told you. I’m sorry. I just didn’t think of the possibilities of her coming for you through her daughter because of me.”

You shook your head, “It’s fine. I just want this to stop,” your fingertips brushed against your neck.

“Well,” your mother sighed, peering at her watch, “you don’t really have time to get ready, so why don’t you rinse your face from the sweat, and then we’ll pick up the pie and head on down.”

Head on down. You whimpered as you stood up. And it wasn’t because of your sore legs.

As you washed your face, you wondered if Jaehyun would be eating with you guys. You recall that Hades said Jaehyun was always at the Mourning Fields talking to the souls that wandered there. There, holds the souls that wasted their souls on unrequited love. Does Jaehyun love someone? Or does he not? Then you remembered how he took up space in your room last night. His fingertips sent icicle daggers through your skin that you felt their phantom as you wiped your face on the nearby towel. With the hopes of Jaehyun not speaking to you tonight, you braced yourself on the journey of walking down into the Underworld.

You jumped back at the sound of barking. Cerberus. The three-headed dog barks at both you and your mother. No matter how powerful your mother, Athena, was, she had no power over a creature created to guard the gates of the Underworld.

“Why isn’t he coming? I rang the doorbell like five minutes ago,” your mother grumbled.

As if on cue, the gates opened and the growling sounds of Cerberus silenced in question.

“They are not the enemy or the dead, Cerberus. They’re our guests.” a voice rang above you. You found out later that the voice belonged to Hades, but you saw Jaehyun stepping out from behind the black, iron gates.

“Good evening, sorry for the wait.” Jaehyun bowed to you both.

Your mother paused, regretting the comment she made before as she saw how handsome Jaehyun was, “You’re Jaehyun, right? You grew up so well.”

“Thank you, ma’am.”

Tch “ma’am”. As if you actually had manners. You rolled your eyes at his sense of poise. You wonder where he learned such acts in a short amount of time.

Your mother nudged you, “do you have anything to say?” she whispered.

You inhaled a sharp breath, narrowing your eyes at the prideful male in front of you, “Thank you for having us,” you mumbled, barely nodding to him.

“Please, this way.”

Jaehyun led your mother and you towards Hades’ Palace, the stone tower tall enough to peek through the rising fog of the evening. Across the path to the left stood the Judgement Pavilion. Several souls lined up waiting for their next home where they’d be trapped forever. One of the souls snapped their eyes to you as if they knew where you stood, who you were. Their eyes were full of darkness and fury, almost consuming you into a tunnel of doom.

Jaehyun snatched your arm, his grip vice-like, “Don’t look at any soul who hasn’t been through the Judgement Pavilion, it’s their last chance to steal a living being’s soul before they’re judged into exile.” You hadn’t realized it but it was only you and Jaehyun who stood on the pavement that led you to Hades’ Palace.

You looked ahead not seeing her, “Where’s my mom?”

“She already went in. We didn’t even notice you were gone until she asked you something to only find you not behind us.”

You inhaled a sharp breath, “How long have I been standing here?”

“Around five minutes, you didn’t hear me call you?” Jaehyun’s eyebrows furrowed.

Shaking your head in denial you said, “No, I didn’t until you grabbed my arm,” you eyed down to your arm seeing that he still held you. Jaehyun’s grip loosened as he also realized that he hadn’t let go yet.

“Come on, let’s go,” his hand tightened around your arm once again as he dragged you towards the stone palace.

“I can walk myself,” you snapped at him, attempting to yank your arm from his clutch.

Jaehyun turned to you, his eyes cool and icy, sending chills down your spine, “I know,” he lowly said, “but I’m not taking my chances,” he gripped your arm again, leading you to his home.

The moonlight barely shined against the copper stone of his palace, creating sheer darkness looking like it hadn’t been touched for centuries. As unwelcoming as it felt, you could smell the complete opposite; a small scent of mint, the natural smell of tree bark, and the faintest feather of lavender. You glanced forward at Jaehyun, he hadn’t spared you look as you two made your way towards his home.

Jaehyun led you past the Asphodel Meadows, only tugging on your arm harder to bring your senses back. He was right to do so because looking at it was hypnotizing. You were even surprised that the ground-up dirt was able to grow flowers, and not knowing what kind they were, they were the most beautiful you’ve ever seen. The trees that sheltered them were bare of leaves and plants, creating a haunting aura, but it didn’t alarm you enough to look away.

“Come on,” Jaehyun tugged at you once again, this time gaining your attention.

You glared at him making you feel like some child that wasn’t able to concentrate. “What’s down there?”

He glanced back at you, mirroring your expression, “You don’t want to know.”

“Yes, I do.”

“No, you don’t. Now hush, we’re almost there.”

After a few more steps, you both came to face his home. The palace was bigger than you expected as it loomed over you. It felt like you were walking into your own exile.

“I thought you got lost,” your mother called to you as you walked in with Jaehyun behind you.

“She almost did,” he mumbled as he passed you to sit at the dinner table.

“She’s always been a curious one,” your mother laughed.

“That could get you in some serious trouble, girl,” Hades walked into the room with spoons in his hand. The high-pitched cackling sound of the spoon hitting the dishes made you wince, “come sit, it’s almost time to eat.”

Obeying Hades’ words, you idly sat next to Jaehyun with shame settling in your bones because you felt embarrassed that he had to drag your ass back to his place. The skin where his hands once grasped your arm felt tingly and you couldn’t burn it from your mind. It’s not like you and Jaehyun had many encounters, or rather, pleasant encounters, but you can’t help yourself but stare at him from the corner of your eye. Jaehyun sits with poise and pride, but you can see the burden he carries in the way he slightly slouches and the exhausted sigh that wriggles from his lips.

As everyone eats, you can’t help but think what Jaehyun’s thinking about. You can tell he’s thinking about something from the tension in his brow and the small pout coming from his bottom lip. From time to time, you ignore the small moments where his arm or leg brushes against yours or when you both reach for the same dish. And there’s a sort of tension over the table as everyone silently hides their comments as their food reaches their lips.

Hades is the first to speak, “So, I’ve heard you’ve had quite the events lately,” his tone low and cautious.

You clear your throat, “Um, yes.”

You begin to tell him everything that’s happened from the start of Maeve to the event in the Phantasms Forest. Not leaving out a single detail, you didn’t even notice your hands tensing up until you felt warmth from another on top of your chilled skin. Turning to your mother, she nods to you in comfort, letting you know that you’re doing well and you’re strong for facing what you’ve been through. Hades listens closely, not reaching for his food and feeling the slight disgust from those who caused you harm. Truth be told, he knew what was happening and why it was happening to you. Slightly nodding at your mother, they both lifted themselves from their seats and walked out the door leaving you and Jaehyun alone.

You turned to the male to your right, “Where are they going?”

Jaehyun shrugs, grabbing the nearby plates, “Probably to Tartarus.”

“What?” You snapped up on your legs, immediately following him to the kitchen sink, “Why?

“I’m sure you know that’s where they’re keeping Eris,” Jaehyun spares you a glance as he begins soaking a sponge in soap.

“Yeah,” you crossed your arms, “but why are they going down there? To talk to her? What is she going to do? What are they going to do? How long is this going to take?”

Tired of the overload from your questions, Jaehyun turns to you. Unbeknown that you were leaning forward towards him as you spoke, your eyes widened as you came face to face with the hot-headed male. His eyes were a pool of darkness with a hint of brown like melted dark chocolate. You stood in front of him with your feet glued to the ground. Heat radiated off your body as you parted your lips. Jaehyun’s eyes flickered down. He sharply inhaled to only let it out as he turned away and began scrubbing the dishes again.

“Bring the dishes to me and I’ll wash them,” he said before you could turn away from him.

You clutched the collar of your shirt. What was that? Your fingers trembled around a plate when you realized that he didn’t even answer any of your problems.

Setting them on the counter next to him, you snapped, “You didn’t even reply to my questions.”

“You talk too much.”

Stunned, you purse your lips and walk away. He can clean the kitchen by himself. You sat yourself in their living room, plopping yourself on the couch. If it weren’t for the dim lamp that flickered in the far corner of the room, you would’ve walked around blindly. The walls were painted in black, the rug was black, and even the couch you sat on was black. Everything was black like a fire had torn through the palace. The only color that caught your attention was the pictures that sat on top of the unlit fireplace. Making your way towards the photos, you found family photos of Jaehyun and his parents. It looked like a regular family you would suspect in the human world, a mother and father playing with their toddler son in the park. Except it wasn’t a park and it wasn’t a regular family. The field Jaehyun played on was the Field of Asphodel, but it was beautiful, there was greenery, grass, and beautiful flowers that bloomed around little Jaehyun. You wondered what happened to the breathtaking scenery. Your eyes landed on a particular picture that made the corners of your lips lift in the slightest. There, laid little Jaehyun sleeping peacefully in the embrace of Cerberus who also laid in slumber around the little boy, sheltering him from the rain that penetrated to the Underworld. Cute. The faint blur of a finger covered the corner of the picture, you wondered who took this photo. You thought that maybe it was his mother, Persephone, who no one’s heard of for years. The last thing you heard was that Hades kidnapped her after eating six pomegranate seeds and she was forced to live six months in the Underworld and six months in the mortal world, Earth. But she hasn’t returned from her six months on Earth. And it’s been 20 years.

“No, I don’t know where she is, nor do I really care,” Jaehyun said beside you.

Jumping, you didn’t even realize he was there. Holding your chest, you panted, “I didn’t even say anything this time.”

“I know,” he glanced at you, his gaze flickering back to your lips, then lower to your neck, “but you were thinking it.”

“I-”

“Come, I might have some ointment left for your neck,” Jaehyun doesn’t even give you a chance to protest.

Grabbing your wrist, you obediently follow him back into the kitchen.

“Sit,” he commands.

You look around in question, “Where the hell am I going to sit?”

Jaehyun reached up to the upper cupboard, the bottom of his shirt slightly lifting with his shoulders to reveal his back, “on the counter, of course,” you averted your eyes somewhere else when he turned to face you, “unless you want to sit on my lap,” he smirks.

You shake your head, lifting yourself on the counter. Even if you sat on the counter, you were only tall enough to meet him at eye level. Snapping the cap open, the familiar smell of mint and ginger filled your nose as he dipped two fingers in the gooey substance. A very sinful scenario flashed across your mind as he pulled those fingers back out, his digits drenched in the healing fluid. Squeezing your legs together, you cleared your throat as he crept closer to you, but that only led to Jaehyun sliding his free hand around your nape to pull you closer.

“I don’t bite,” he whispers, that smirk returning.

“I didn’t ev-”

You tensed as Jaehyun’s fingertips brushed on your skin to apply the ointment. Both of your bodies were so close to each other, the only blockage being your knees that dug into this stiff abdomen. It also didn’t help that Jaehyun’s face was incredibly close to yours. With one movement, your lips would’ve met.

“Relax,” he whispers, his eyes switching up to meet yours.

Chills shoot down your spine, a sudden heat pooled at the bottom of your stomach at the breeze of his breath. But eventually, you relaxed. Until you felt his hand on your neck rubbing circles. He repeatedly dipped those long digits of his in the ointment and reapplied it to your neck. To be honest, you thought it looked fine, it was still sore and hurt in certain places but it felt like he was lathering you in it. Once in a while, you’d wince at the pressure Jaehyun’s fingertips pressed against some of the bruises.

“Sorry,” he’d murmur. You’d thin your lips but relax as soon as he apologizes, his voice sounding sincere and gentle.

Slightly turning to the side, you let out a troubled breath, sharply inhaling another, repeating those steps over again and again until Jaehyun slowly pulled away. His warm hand slipped from your nape and your breath trembled, the cold air settling on it as soon as he pulled away. You watched him set the ointment back where he got it from, not missing the flutter of his skin that revealed the slight muscles in his lower back. Oh boy, you sighed.

Jaehyun turned back to you, “You alright?”

You nodded, “Will it still be there by tomorrow?”

Jaehyun walked to you as you stayed glued to the counter, he hummed, “Considering that you almost met death twice in the span of two days, it’ll take a few days,” he was closer once again, “just be careful,” his voice in a low whisper.

You could feel his breath brisk your cheeks. You didn’t know if it was your own heat warming you up or the faint warmth of the words that escaped his plump lips. You felt his abdomen on the curl of your knees like before and there wasn’t a way to bring them closer because it’d reveal to him what you were thinking...or feeling. Maybe you weren’t thinking clearly, maybe you were just lonely. But the longer you stayed in front of him, your desire to kiss him grew. He’s been nothing but cold and mean, but he’s been so kind and taking care of you despite his spiteful aura. You sucked in your bottom lip, stopping whatever trembling words attempted to escape from the cage of your tongue.

You sucked in a sharp breath when Jaehyun’s hands slid to your waist.

“Don’t do that,” Jaehyun brought him closer to you, prying your legs open to create space for him.

You sucked in another sharp breath, “Do what?”

“You know exactly what you’re doing.”

Jaehyun seemed to be drawing closer to you, his gaze occasionally glancing at your lips as both of your breaths began to weigh down. Closing your eyes, you swore you felt his lips brush yours until you realized he wasn’t kissing you at all, but instead lifting you until you were back on your feet. With bodies still closer than the stars were to the moon, you tipped your head up to meet his gaze. Already looking at you, Jaehyun let out a heavy sigh.

You should’ve inhaled another breath because the next second, you found yourself against Jaehyun’s lips. Those lips that were so pink and so inviting met yours. It felt like Olympus was on pause and it was just you and him. No Maeve, no darkness, nothing. A heavy sensation of peace settled in the curve of your palms as you dragged them down his chest. You gasped when he bit your lip, sucking and, licking it for permission of entrance and you immediately complied, not giving it any thought at all. Those calloused hands of his wrapped around the small of your back, pulling you closer flush against his body, against his hips. Jaehyun’s tongue danced with yours, a gasp revering the way he held you close to him, the way with each stroke, you moaned enough to satisfy him. Until he pulled away.

With panting breaths and blinking eyes scattering across yours, you could see the panic in his eyes. You could see instant regret that pooled in the darkness of his eyes, yet you couldn’t help but inhale when he stepped away, the heat of his body replaced with his familiar coldness. Your eyes follow Jaehyun as he runs out of his home. Not saying anything to you, but leaving you alone in the darkness of his home. In the Underworld. Standing alone in his kitchen, you could hear the loud beating of your heart penetrating your ears, blocking the sound of droplets from the faucet, the hum of the house, and the confusion in your breath. Your fingers fly to your lips, the feeling burns yours like a scar. Was it something you said? Was it something you did? Gulping, you frantically searched the cupboards for a cup of water, thirst reaching your throat, but instead you found a section that opened up to bottles of whisky and wine.

Even better. Finding a drying cup in the sink, you poured yourself a glass of the bronze liquid, not caring for it’s age or make. You winced as the liquid scorched your throat, coughing at the slightly burning sensation that warmed your mouth, but anything was better than the searing feeling of his lips and the pain of when he pulled away.

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