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sixeyesgojo · 9 months

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all good things come in threes

☾ Summary: Winning a bet against Gojo ‘big ass ego’ Satoru isn't as easy as you thought. But you can't complain either. ☾ Characters: highschool!Gojo Satoru x reader ☾ Word count: 6k ☾ Content warning: use of petnames, implied height difference, tooth-rotting fluff, Gojo's a little shit and has negative rizz ☾ Author's note: My heart was going through STUFF. ☾ Tags: @nagumoan @heresan @peachsayshi @trueformsukuna @gojos-princesa @cursedmoonchild

White tufts of hair. Round sunglasses. An annoying facial expression directed at you. That was your view. You let out an exasperated sigh. Out of everyone available at the time, they just had to choose you to partner up with Satoru. It was to make sure the young conceited sorcerer wouldn’t go overboard or well, get ahead of himself. Sure, his abilities were extraordinary and even at a young age, he had already displayed an astonishing understanding of his cursed techniques and various other battle-related skills. Everyone knew that Satoru was set to be a pioneer and that he didn’t exactly need a partner to fulfill his missions. You knew about his abilities, how they worked and his modus operandi, already having had experience partnering up with him on various missions. But those had been wildly different as they required a partner, a second person. This one clearly didn’t. Yet they still sent you with him, knowing full well that he could handle it himself. These damn fossils.

It was understandable that Satoru had his own opinions about this rather unexpected turn of events. After having heard his initial protestations, which contained the words “no faith”, “incompetent” and how he was “not some random weakling”, you’ve had enough and it began to annoy you. Neither of you were responsible for orders being passed down as they were; and both of you knew that some of them did not make sense, some of them were plain unreasonable and some of them just seemed antiquated, obsolete, outdated. If anyone had enough power to object orders from above, it was the young sorcerer in front of you. However, he didn’t bother to do so. As for you, you had questioned the intent behind the task assigned to you, but simply accepted it as it was. There was no helping it anyway. In the end, you were just a cog in a giant and screwed system.

And so, you were stuck with him on a mission to rescue civilians and eliminate a first grade curse. “I still don’t understand why I need a partner for this. Do I look like a total wimp?” he complained and pulled a grimace.

You rolled your eyes at him, clearly displeased at the situation yourself, “I bet they assigned me to keep your big ass ego in check.”

For someone who had grumbled that much about you being his partner this time around, Satoru certainly seemed entertained in one way or another. At least, a small part of him seemed to revel in the situation. “And I’m sure you will do an excellent job at keeping my ‘big ass ego’ at bay,” he retorted sarcastically, all while giving you that damn smirk. No one else in the world could look so smug while being a prick. So what if you found him attractive? So what if his teasing made your heart skip one or two beats? So what if the smirk made you want to kiss it off of his stupid face? His personality was foul enough. At that moment, all you wanted to do was to smack him but you knew exactly that his bothersome Infinity wouldn’t let you.

“Ugh, I don’t exactly enjoy being stuck with someone who constantly complains either. I’ll just get this mission done as quickly as I can and then we’re both free from each other. Deal?” you rambled. Your keenness to end this all as soon as possible made his ears perk up and upon hearing this, the white-haired teenager dropped his empty can on the ground, “Woah woah woah, hold your horses. I am pretty sure you can’t even defeat the curse as fast as I can, so who’s stuck with who?”

You shrugged as you picked up the metal can, ever so trusting in your abilities. Although you knew he was the strongest, that didn’t mean you couldn’t beat him to it, right? You just had to be clever about it. “Fine, let’s make a bet then. Whoever lands the finishing blow on the curse wins,” you suggested and tossed the metallic container into a trashcan. Satoru raised an eyebrow and crossed his arms. “Loser has to do whatever the winner wants,” the sorcerer decided. He seemed interested enough.

“Fine by me. Don’t cry about it when I win,” you said, grinning at him. He grinned back at you, all too confident in his victory already, “I’m afraid I’ll be the one wiping your tears.”

Days passed. Finally, the fateful day was here.

“Will you hurry up?” he urged you. “I’m already on my way,” you replied, annoyed at being rushed by him. Why were you two walking to the scene in the first place? “Come on, we don’t have all day,” he continued. You rolled your eyes. Not everybody had the privilege of having stilts for legs. Still, you sped up in order to catch up to him.

“This is the place,” Satoru pointed out, stopping abruptly. He held his arm out in front of you, as if to keep you out… if one was delusional enough, the gesture could have been interpreted as a protective one. Promptly, you shook your head. There was no time for such thoughts. You could daydream later—focus was more important now.

“There are still people inside. We need to evacuate them first,” he inferred, looking into your eyes. Your mind then switched to mission mode immediately. “Then we can take it down together.”

You nodded; even without verbal communication, the allocation of tasks was successfully conveyed. Vanishing from his sight, you were off to evacuate anyone that was left in the vicinity. Sure, Satoru could find the curse and get rid of it on his own. Then he would have won the bet easily. However, something in your gut told you that he wouldn’t do that. He could be fair… sometimes—even if it was for his own enjoyment. Admittedly, he wasn’t a bad partner on missions; he just wasn’t the greatest personality-wise. But he certainly had a charm to him. That’s how he unknowingly wrapped you around his finger…

The evacuation went as smooth as it could—with one or two stray bullets that would not listen, as per usual. Since you had already done this lots of times, you were able to finish up quickly and get the civilians to safety with the help of the assistants: the Windows.

“I’m here,” you announced to him as soon as you were back. And you were right! He just leaned against a wall, waiting for you. “About time. I almost thought you wouldn’t come anymore because you got scared shitless. You ready to take this thing down?” He asked. You smirked at him, “You bet I am. Ready to kick your sorry ass.”

Chuckling, he swung himself into a proper standing position. “Alright. I see you’re being as feisty as ever. Remember: The loser will have to do whatever the other person wants after all this is over,” the tall teenager reminded you with a cocky grin. Oh, he was so sure that he would win. His eyes gleamed with excitement and he was ready to fight this curse to ensure his oh-so-sweet victory over you. Of course, he had already thought of his prospective prize.

As if on cue, the curse appeared behind him and roared. In the blink of an eye, two giant claws came swinging at Satoru. You didn’t hesitate to activate your own cursed technique, successfully blocking the slash attack at frightening speed.

“Mark me impressed,” Satoru laughed. It wasn’t his first time seeing you in action but he couldn’t help but tease you, “You’re still not on my level but it’ll do.”

You rolled your eyes, “You say this every time we’re partnered up. Doesn’t it get old?”

He simply laughed as you both dodged an incoming blow. The two of you continued to face off with the curse. Before long, both of you had landed blows on the enemy. He was holding back for some reason—that’s what you thought—otherwise you were sure that this level of curse would have been taken care of by his hands already. It was neither weak nor was it anything drastically above your level. There was one thing you were sure about: He was stalling—and you played right into his games. But your pride wouldn’t let you drop out of the bet.

It wasn’t long until the curse crumbled to dust. You panted a little, looking at the white-haired sorcerer. The enemy was gone now but he didn’t look like he had broken a single sweat. He dusted himself off and straightened his posture.

“Now about that winner and loser thing…” he began, “I think you can guess the winner.”

You huffed. Damn. Despite holding out well, your plan was a failure. But a bet was a bet, right? “Fine, what do you want me to do?” you probed. He wouldn’t ask you to do bizarre things for him, right?

Satoru tapped his chin, pretending to think, when in reality he had already known before the fight even started. You looked like you poured your whole heart into winning, so he couldn’t help but hold back a little.

“Then… how about going out for ice cream? It’s on me. I think I deserve ice cream after working so hard,” he finally spoke. At first, you thought your brain was playing pranks on you. “Wait,” you paused, “Are you asking me out as your prize for winning the bet?”

A playful grin spread on his face. “You could definitely say that.” He specified, “But I also just really like ice cream on a summer day and I think we deserve some. What, are you chickening out now?”

You looked at him quizzically, questioning whether this was a joke on his part. You felt your heart speed up and the tips of your ears became warmer by the second. “Fair. A win is a win. I guess I’ll go have ice cream with you,” you muttered. Was he scheming something? Did he… perhaps like—

He chuckled and proceeded with a half-teasing tone, “You guess?” The laughter that followed after was soft. “We gotta report back first and then we can go.” Without further ado, he turned on his heel and walked away. The grin that was on his face was not visible to you. “Ugh, shut up,” you grumbled, still somewhat flustered. Nevertheless, you followed him. This damn heart wouldn’t let you rest.

The briefing didn’t take long at all—the mission was a success. After making a report, the two of you headed to a nearby ice cream store. As you stood in line waiting for your sweet cold treat, you looked at his face. He was even better looking than you originally thought. Come to think of it, you might have never looked at him from up close. Suddenly, he turned to you. “What flavor are you getting?” Satoru asked curiously.

You looked at him and answered, “Lime with mint.” It was one of your favorite flavors.

“Lime with mint, huh?” he repeated and looked towards the sky as if you had just asked him a deeply philosophical question he needed to ponder about. “Not a bad choice. I’m getting mango. Can’t go wrong with that.” He paid for the ice cream, as promised, and guided both of you to a nearby bench so you could enjoy the treat. His eyes were positively gleaming with delight after he sat down. It was happiness that resembled yours whenever you got ice cream. “Why lime with mint?” Satoru wondered. With a shrug, you replied, “I just like lime. With mint in it, it’s more refreshing in summer. Have you ever tried?”

Satoru shook his head, so you allowed him to have a taste. You could pinpoint the exact moment when he realized that your statement was the truth: It was nice and refreshing indeed. He made a mental note that your ice cream taste was impeccable. “Any other flavor you enjoy?” he probed. It took a moment of thinking until you came up with something, “Matcha ice cream. I like mango too.”

“Good call. Mango is one of my favorites for sure,” he said as he took a bite of his scoop of ice cream.

“I’m wondering,” you said aloud, “why did you choose to ask me out as your reward? I expected… actually, I don’t know what I expected but it was definitely something else.”

The sorcerer pondered, thinking about how to phrase it. “Like what?” he asked. “I don’t know. Maybe kissing your ass, being your accomplice for pranks or something like that. That would be on-brand for you,” you joked. You would have never expected such a turn of events.

“That would have been an amazing idea, actually,” the guy mused. In retrospect, it would have been better if you hadn’t said anything to not fuel his dumb ideas. “You absolute jackass! Nobody wants to kiss your ass!”

Even though you should have expected such a reply coming from him, you couldn’t help but feel a tiny bit scandalized at the mental image of you kissing his rear. Gross. You shook your head to get rid of the imagery.

And yet, your curiosity hadn’t been quenched at all. As impatient as you were about his reply, you further probed him on the matter, “So… about my question…?”

As if to hide any embarrassing feelings, your opposite snickered. “Right… about that…” he cleared his throat, “I just kinda like our banter a lot… and you. So I figured that I should just shoot my shot. ‘What are they gonna say? No?’ was what I thought but see, a bet’s a bet! And I won!”

Oh. Oh.

Your eyes widened. So it was like that.

Gojo Satoru? The Gojo Satoru? The conceited prick Satoru? Your crush Satoru? And you? Together? Never in a hundred years. But… it’s not like you had any right to complain about it, seeing as your heart was threatening to break out of its bony confinement.

“Hey, hey, hey. No need to look so surprised. I’ve been trying to get closer to you, didn’t you notice?” he asked, tilting his head to the left side, as if to get a better glimpse of your surprised expression.

“You thought being the most annoying prick to ever walk on Earth would do the trick?” Your jaw dropped. A strange expression of surprise flitted across your face for a split second. He shrugged his shoulders, “Well, it definitely worked—after all I got your undivided attention, didn’t I?”

Flabbergasted—that’s what you were. However, your composure quickly made a comeback and you could only laugh. A million-watt grin greeted you. Damn this man. He knew how to charm you, intentionally or not. “It sure did, you know! But not in the most positive light… Instead of calling me weak, you could have asked me what my favorite color is, what my favorite food is or something like that… Things normal people do!” you told him truthfully. Rather than arguing back, Satoru raised his free hand in defense, “I didn’t say you were weak, I just said you’re not on my level!”

You couldn’t help but raise your eyebrow and he quickly dropped the topic. Deciding to take your advice to heart, he asked you about your favorite cake and any ‘hidden gems and recommendations’, as he called them. The sudden change in topic threw you off a little, but as long as he tried, right? You were almost inclined to reward him with a good noodle star. Not that you’d do that. In place of that, you opted to go with the alternative: provide him with the information he asked for. So you thought about it carefully before answering him. He listened intently.

“I’ll keep those in mind. Making a mental list for the next time we hang out,” he grinned at you, tapping his temple. “You want to hang out again? I’m not boring you out of your mind yet?” you asked puzzledly, still in disbelief that he showed actual interest in you outside of work. “Why wouldn’t I want to?” He seemed slightly confused and raised a white eyebrow.

“Do you not want to?” He glanced at you with his bright, sparkling eyes. The notion of spending more time with you excited him. The enthusiasm was reflected in his cerulean eyes. When you thought about it, it only made sense, considering he had just confessed that he found you intriguing. “I just assumed you couldn’t stand me because I wasn’t as strong as you because you kept being mean to me,” you admitted somewhat shyly.

“I’m not that mean!” He said, acting shocked, though you noticed he was trying to hide a chuckle.

After a few seconds, Satoru sighed and clarified, “I can be a bit mean at times but I promise I never hated you or anything.” He smiled and you swore it was a smile that could threaten to make your knees a bit weak. Lucky for you that you were sitting on a bench. It was almost unfair how blessed he was with good looks. He continued, “I actually enjoy your company. You’re interesting and fun and I can tell you’re not afraid to bite back but you can be friendly if you want to. If anything, I like that a lot about you.”

A slight feeling of abashment prompted you to avoid his gaze. This was unusual. You weren’t used to him being so openly kind. “You know, I’d think I prefer you teasing me… without being straight up rude,” you confessed. His eyes widened briefly. Yet, a smirk soon returned to his face, “I see. You’re a masochist. Just kidding! I can definitely do that. It’ll be interesting to see how you react to me teasing you.”

Of course, you wouldn’t let that sit on you and you bit back, “Don’t expect me not to fight back, though.” And there it was, the slightly awkward atmosphere from earlier dissipated and everything returned to your usual banter.

Satoru clicked his tongue, “Trust me, I don’t expect you to be anyone but yourself. But I’m still looking forward to what you’ll do when I tease you, though.” He winked. “Not only are you an interesting person, but you’re fairly cute too.”

Who? You? “Huh?” you blurted out, baffled at the sudden compliment. With the way he was grinning at you, he had to be messing with you since he enjoyed seeing your reactions. “Did I say something wrong? I wasn’t lying. You’re adorable. Do you think you’re not?” Oh, he was definitely messing with you.

“Not really,” you shot back. You knew you weren’t ugly but hearing a compliment from someone as stunning as Satoru was something else. But cute and adorable…? That wasn’t exactly the best way to compliment someone you wanted to get attention from. If anything, it fueled something almost akin to spite within you. You felt the urge to tease him back.

“Come on, it was a genuine compliment from me. That’s gotta count for something, doesn’t it?” he pouted. You couldn’t detect any kind of indication that he was lying. “Thank you, you’re not so bad yourself,” you complimented him back. “Really?” he let out a gasp that was obviously fake, “I’m not so bad?”

You nodded, prompting the white-haired man to raise his eyebrow as he contemplated. “You’re right, I’m not bad,” he nodded in agreement with you.

“I am great,” he said, a smirk forming on his face.

You chuckled, “You know. I think if it wasn’t for your foul personality, I would have fallen for you long ago.”

“Foul personality?” Satoru gasped as he brought a hand to his chest to grab it. “Maybe you’re just as mean as I am!” A laugh escaped from your throat and it was like music to his ears. “I never said I was nice, did I?” you fired back at him and he couldn’t help but grin. “See? I think I like you more when you're sassy. Maybe we're not as different as you thought,” he spoke. After a moment, he added, “I wouldn't mind if you treated me like this all the time. I could even get used to it.”

“So the great Gojo Satoru likes being degraded, I see. Noted,” you teased him again. One of his hands moved to his mouth to cover it, pretending to be horrified. He leaned forward and you could see a mischievous glint in his eyes. “I don’t think ‘degradation’ is the right term here; I just enjoy teasing you and... being teased by you. Is that so bad?” he asked. “Then,” you began and stood up, the ice cream was long finished. You placed your index finger beneath his chin, moving it up so he was facing you as you got closer to his face. He could feel your breath. “Do you like this?” you asked. Your goal was to get back at him for flustering you earlier. So why was your heart beating so fast?

“I think I do,” he simply said. His pale blue eyes seemed to peer at you, piercing you, as if looking for an answer to a question that had been left unasked. Despite being in a sitting position, he still radiated a confident aura. Suddenly the closeness you had created between the two of you was too much for you. Your body backed away automatically but you found yourself unable to move any farther from him—he didn’t let you. Instead, he reduced the gap between the two of you even more, slowly coming closer to you.

His fingers had already sneakily encircled your left forearm without you noticing. Mesmerizing eyes robbed you of your ability to move. You didn’t notice you held your breath until you needed to inhale sharply. Who was teasing who now? Caught like a deer in headlights, adrenaline rushed through your veins as anticipation clouded your mind. That was the moment you realized that you were into him more than you’d like to admit. You swore you could hear your heartbeat pounding loudly in your ears. The tension became too much and the ringing in your ears amplified and—

And then he closed the gap between you. Your brain blacked out. All you could think about was his lips on yours. Saying that you didn’t like his lips melting into yours was a lie. Satoru was leaving a sweet hint of his mango-flavored ice cream for you to taste, as if to claim you as his.

After a few seconds, Satoru broke the kiss. The shit-eating grin on his face was telling. “I think I liked this more though. You should let me do that more often. Maybe every day,” he winked at you. He looked at your frozen expression and chuckled; he genuinely had fun flirting with you. Still dazed from the kiss, your brain was unable to conjure any thoughts. All you knew was that you wanted—no, it was a need to kiss him again. As if your body would be set ablaze if you didn’t listen to your desire, your lips chased his and you kissed him again.

Satoru blinked. He was a bit taken aback at first but quickly returned the kiss, closing his eyes. After all, he had just boldly said that he wanted to do it more often. When you broke the kiss, he leaned forward before speaking. You noticed that the tip of his ears were a little red. It was a cute detail that you wouldn’t have noticed from afar.

“Damn, you’re a really good kisser,” the sorcerer said in a low voice, smiling at you. “Can I try again?” he asked, the smile still adorning his face. “All good things come in threes, I suppose,” you smiled back at him and leaned in again. Who would have thought that you would kiss this guy?

Without hesitation, the sitting Satoru pulled you into his lap and he kissed you again, heart beating faster with each passing second. After a few moments, he pulled away.

“Yeah, three sounds like a good number… but I prefer Infinity,” he said breathlessly. His cheeks were slightly flushed, a sign that he was enjoying himself. The white-haired adolescent reached up and pulled a stray strand of hair out of your face and tucked it behind your ear. He playfully added, “We should do this more often. Don't you agree?”

“Now you’re just being greedy!” you joked as you hit his chest playfully. It was only now that you noticed that his Limitless technique wasn’t in effect. “Greedy? Who? Me? Never!” he gasped again, pretending to be hurt over your accusation. “You hit me pretty hard there. I could have gotten hurt…” He glanced at the hand you used to hit him, “Do you want me to hit you too? Or maybe I should ask for damage compensation?”

You could tell he wasn’t serious by the way he smiled. “If you go on and hit me with your lips, then sure. Alternatively, I can offer lip service as compensation. Choose your poison, choose your hell.”

For a moment, he looked at you with mock horror. Then, he broke out in laughter at your statement. “Actually, that first one sounds like a good idea. I’ll go ahead and hit you with my lips then. But gently. Because I’m a gentleman.” He tenderly placed his two hands at the side of your face and slowly pulled you closer to him. Tilting his head slightly, he leaned in until your lips met. It was very gentle and your heart was filled with excitement, with exhilaration, as he kissed you. As your hands gripped his uniform tightly, you slowly lost yourself in the kiss, getting drunk on his lips. Maybe you should curse him for being a good kisser.

Satoru ended the kiss with a peck on the corner of your mouth and looked at you with a soft gaze, the softest you had ever seen on him. The dazed look on your face made him laugh again, “Don’t get too drunk on my kisses.” Stroking your cheeks with his long fingers, he laughed once again when he saw your pouting face, “You’re adorable, you know that?”

“Correct me if I’m wrong but you’re not entirely unaffected by kissing me,” you stated as-a-matter-of-factly and raised an eyebrow at him, crossing your arms. Being called out like this was embarrassing but it was pretty clear that you weren’t the only one affected with how the tips of his ears became slightly redder with each time you touched lips.

His lips formed a smile, “They’re addictive, if I’m being honest. I don’t… I don’t want to stop kissing you. I could do this all day, every day.”

“If kissing me is addictive, then I think I’m doing a great job at affecting you,” you chuckled. The way your mouth moved as you spoke and the way the corners moved upwards to form a cheeky smile; he couldn’t take his eyes off. His heart thumped loudly in his chest, his thumb moved along the corner of your mouth. He couldn’t stop staring, the urge to lay his lips on yours once more strong. “You’re fun to be around. I like you, a lot. I’m enjoying how I feel when I’m close to you. I love whatever effect you have on me,” he spoke clearly.

He was fixated, enchanted, spell-bound even. “Is… Is this a confession?” you asked, hopeful eyes peering up at his. You took notice of the entranced look on his face. He blurted out, “I think I already fell for you a while ago.” As he realized what he had done, his eyes widened in shock and he wanted to slap his palms on his mouth, but he didn’t because that meant letting go of you. This time, it wasn’t fake shock but he genuinely didn’t think he’d blurt it out like that. But it was okay, because you liked him too. What was the use of pretending you didn’t?

“I think that makes two of us then,” as you admitted it, you felt your ears blazing with heat. “I’m saying that I like you too.”

It took him a moment to process in his brain. Despite being academically clever and praised for his intelligence and wit in battles, you found it took him rather long to work out the meaning behind your words. “I knew you liked me, despite your sass.” No need to hide it now that he’d taken a look inside your heart. “We’re a dangerous duo,” the sorcerer noted, amused by his realization. You agreed with him, “Just two flirty kids who give trouble a run for its money.”

“Hey,” he suddenly began after a few moments, “Have you ever dated someone before? Are there any current or ex boyfriends I need to be worried about?” Satoru’s voice came out softly and he looked at you, awaiting an answer that would please him… because if not… he felt his heart drop at the thought. You wouldn’t… right?

Uncertainty clouded his mind as he looked at your face. “I have dated someone before but it didn’t work out. I’m not seeing anyone at the moment,” you clarified and wagged your index finger at him. “And honestly, even if there was… I think you’d do a great job at keeping them away,” you added.

And then, relief washed over him. With hindsight, he should have asked that before kissing you—a small part inside him admonished him for it but his heart couldn’t help but leap at your words. Quickly recomposing himself, he grinned back at you, “I bet with all the sass, sarcasm and cheekiness you’ve got, you can keep them away just as easily by yourself.”

Obviously, you had a comeback up your sleeve, “I never said I couldn’t. But you’d do a decent job at it. Because anyone would be scared of a tall white-haired dude who is full of himself.”

A hearty laugh came out of his throat; he expected nothing less from you. You were good at getting back at him in the most entertaining and beautiful ways. There was no doubt that you were able to handle his ‘foul’ personality well. “So we’re both good at keeping guys away from us, huh? You really do think I’m full of myself, don’t you? So why didn’t you reject me before?” he questioned. “Judging from what happened earlier… I might not be that good at keeping guys like you away from me. I wasn’t born with your technique after all. And I’m not sure if I want to keep away a guy named Gojo Satoru from me,” you grin at him and pinch his cheek gently.

“I’m flattered,” he fake-sniffed and then he leaned even closer, “So did I hear that correctly? You don’t want to keep a tall, almighty and handsome guy like me away from you? Hm?”

“No, I don’t want to keep you away from me. But I think if we dated, we’d be dangerous to other people. Our superiors wouldn’t approve of it, I am sure,” you mused. It was logical but Satoru gave you a bizarre look, “And you care about what some old farts have to say? Strange thing to be worried about when you’re someone who usually fires back right away.”

“I was just saying. I don’t care about what they think; I like playing dangerously. Wouldn’t be in this line of work if that wasn’t the case,” the words coming out of your mouth made him feel delighted. The smug look on your face only added to it.

“That makes us a dangerous duo, huh? The perfect pair to take down curses and cause trouble, I kinda like that,” he clicked his tongue as he finished speaking. The thought of the two of you wreaking havoc was fun and thrilling, admittedly. Principal Yaga was sure to get white hair at this rate—not that Satoru cared too much about it, as long as the old man didn’t die of shock or cardiac arrest.

“You bet,” you shot him a cheeky smile. “Then it’s settled, wouldn’t you say? You and I are an amazing partner match, sweetheart. Just a danger to society,” Satoru established.

“That’s sort of ironic, considering that our job is to protect society as it is,” you remarked. And yet, it didn’t matter to you at all. All you felt at the moment was the pleasantness of the world, of Gojo Satoru’s presence and coming clean with your feelings.

“Hey, since you brought it up already… I’m going to assume that you’re fine with dating me…?” He briefly looked at the ground, then back at you. The little bit of uncertainty in his tone was almost cute to you. For the first time, the usually cocky and confident platinum—haired sorcerer wasn’t so sure about his words in front of you. Seeing him like this wasn’t so bad, you noticed.

You got on your tiptoes to gently place a peck on his cheek. Your actions were contradictory to your following question: “What makes you think you’re worthy of being my boyfriend?”

You were only teasing him, hoping that your sweet kiss was answer enough. Part of you hoped that he got the playful tone in your voice. But when he glanced down at you as you struggled to reach his lips on your tiptoes, a wide grin spread across his face as you leaned in and kissed him. His heart raced as he snaked his two arms around your waist to steady you.

With an eye smile so boyish that it made you blink once, twice, Satoru was quick to respond, “Opposite day already passed, you brat. I think it’s only fair to deduce that if I’m worthy of your kiss, I’m most likely good enough to be your boyfriend.”

“Hmmm, you think so?” you grin mischievously at him and slung your arms around his neck. Your goal was to rile him up a little, it was in your nature to be a little annoying about it.

“I’d say a kiss is a good sign, sugar,” he retorted with a sassy tone in his voice. He tightened his arms around your waist, effectively hugging you closer to him. There was no escape for you—not that you wanted to flee from him anyways. On the contrary: You rested your head on his shoulder.

“Then I think it’s in order that my official boyfriend kisses me now and goes on a date with me,” you murmured into his ear. A slight movement indicated that he was reacting to your whisper. He gulped and swiftly got his cool back. “That can be arranged,” Satoru smiled as he moved his hands to the sides of your face and closed the gap once more. After separating from your lips, his arms moved back to their original spot.

He snickered to himself, “I can’t believe you’re so cheeky and smooth.”

You stuck your tongue out at him—and to him, you looked so adorable doing it. “Being a menace who is cheeky and smooth is my forte,” you claimed brazenly. “How does it feel to be my boyfriend?”

“Being handsome and strong is part of my job as the notorious kid from the Gojo clan. But being your official boyfriend was not in the job description when I signed up to be a sorcerer. I’ll take my incentive bonus payment in the form of love and affection from you,” he joked and nuzzled your nose. Satoru’s warm hands found yours and he didn’t hesitate to intertwine your fingers.

“Then I guess our first date will be a salary negotiation,” you laughed back at him. This was the start of something beautiful, but also the start of double trouble for some poor souls. Not that any of you cared anyway.

White tufts of hair and round sunglasses would accompany you more frequently from now on.

#gojo satoru x reader #gojou satoru x reader #gojo x reader #gojo x you #gojou x reader #satoru gojo x reader

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ctitan98official · 3 months

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Anonymous: I've been so interested In Bela recently I don't know why! Could you write something about her cuddling and just being sweet with the reader? I just need her to hold me and shit!!!!!!

I love Bela T^T I just wrote some fluffy head canons for her. Let’s get into it!

Bela is such a warm person. She includes you in anything that she’s doing and explains it so you can feel like a part of it.

She never belittles you when you ask questions. She’s so patient as she listens to you.

Her voice is always bewitching. It’s so velvety and rich. When she reads to you, it’s as if you’re transported by her words to entirely new places.

When you’re sad, Bela is able to make you feel better. She holds you softly and gently runs her hands up and down your back. She places soft kisses to the side of your face and gently coaxes you to tell her what’s wrong.

Bela is comforting. You often feel on edge when she’s not with you. She’ll usually take you with her when she has an assignment because she knows you tend to feel a bit anxious without her around. She thinks it’s sweet and she loves that she can be the person you turn to when you need help.

While the perks of dating a Dimitrescu are plentiful, there are a couple of drawbacks. If you’re not used to luxury, it can be a bit overwhelming to suddenly be thrust into an environment like the castle.

Being waited on is a weird experience. You always feel guilty when someone brings you a plate of food at the table or refills your drink. People shouldn’t go through the trouble to do that for you. Bela assures you that the staff are simply doing their job, but sometimes it really bothers you.

When you have something plaguing your mind, Bela is able to get you to share what’s wrong.

She gives you sympathetic nods and little hums of sadness as you expound on your feelings. She validates what you say. She doesn’t judge you for being worried about certain things. You mean everything to her and she just wants you to feel heard.

Typically, when the two of you are cuddling Bela likes to lie across your front as you hold her in your arms. Just as she brings you comfort, you do the same for her. You’re a protector.

You are vigilant against any and all threats, even if it’s just a mean comment directed at her. Bela’s had to literally pull you away from people when they’ve made a smart-assed remark to her. You will not hesitate to defend her honor. While Bela always tells you that violence is not the answer… She can’t help but marvel at how hot you look when you’re shielding her.

Bela’s hair is so soft. You love to run your fingers through it. Bela knows how much you enjoy playing with her hair. Sometimes, she’ll just let you sit and brush it. Bela’s eyes almost roll back in pleasure from the sensation. It’s calming for you both.

Bela takes care of any injuries you sustain. Whether it’s from making something, or getting hurt doing something you probably shouldn’t have, she’s excellent at fixing you up. When she’s done, she’ll give you a kiss and snuggle with you.

Bela smells of vanilla and warm spices. She doesn’t usually wear perfumes, though. It’s kind of just her natural scent. You think it suits her perfectly. She is a kind and gentle person, it makes sense that she smells so comforting.

You love when you’re able to make her laugh. The gorgeous, melodic sound is so special to you. It brings you great satisfaction to hear it joyfully burst forth.

Bela sings you songs to help you fall asleep. She knows how soothing her voice is to you when you’re dozing off. You’re pretty much out like a light when she starts. This brings Bela a sense of accomplishment as she admires you. She can’t believe she has found someone as amazing as you. She feels like she doesn’t deserve you, but she is thankful just the same.

Masterlist

#re8 #re8 village #bela dimitrescu #bela dimitrescu x reader #bela dimitrescu x y/n #resident evil imagines #resident evil village #resident evil 8 #resident evil #re8 bela dimitrescu #lady dimitrescu

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It's so sad that the books had so little content about Kom'rk, Prudii and A'den. What's your take on them, could you share some headcanons?

Right?? I wish there was a bit more on them, but like so many characters with little interaction, we can glean some info from the canon and extrapolate from there.

Bear in mind that my headcanons (below the cut) are my interpretation and they're subject to change at any given moment if someone has a better idea! I'm always rotating these boys in my brain like rotisserie chickens.

Kom'rk

he's an insufferable asshole 80% of the time

and yet somehow he comes out quite charming when he wants to be

not terribly chatty by default, preferring to let his marks do the work for him

but he does a good job of taking subtle command of conversations and getting them moving in directions that suit his needs.

Physically, I like the idea of him growing his hair out a bit while in the field with Jaing, but I doubt it's accurate given Kal's weird obsession with Boys Must Have Short Hair that was probably drilled into him from a very young age.

I still give him longer hair because fuck you Kal Skirata

I've assigned him black and navy (and red accents??) as his Mando Beskar'gam colours

I think that in a sniper/spotter team, Kom'rk would be the spotter and Jaing would be the sniper

Oh!! He's really calm under pressure. Very hard to crack!

A social chameleon but on the opposite end of Mereel's style. He prefers to wait and see while Mereel seems to be more about poking the bear to see what it will do.

Prudii

He's apparently a glib cynic, but I see him as more of a realist with a dark sense of humor

He's got a bit of the gallows humor going on, but that's an expected coping mechanism for... well, his whole life

Working alone makes him a bit weird and reintegrating socially is definitely an interesting experience

He pairs nicely with A'den, with how casual they are about rank and all that shit

I dunno, I just think he's neat and I'm still getting to know him

A'den

The most dateable Null ARC

Legit, he's so normal (for a Null ARC) and has a wicked sense of humor (dark gallows humor like everyone else in their situation)

Has a red hot temper but he keeps a good lid on it (this is canon)

Sharp tongue, quick wit, can and will murder you with words

Looks good in coveralls

Sneaky stealthy man (I mean, they all are)

He might actually enjoy homesteading or bushcrafting if given the opportunity after the war

Whiiiiiich is making me think of Beekeeper!A'den which is adorable lol

Give him a little hobby farm and he'd be good as gold.... definitely not thinking of a postwar AU where he does just that

A mystery man rolls into town and puts down roots, says he's Nobody Special and has a vegetable garden and some nuna and some honeybees and a significant arsenal of weapons stashed all over the farm. It's ok though cuz he's a good neighbour who helps out when a tractor breaks down or whatever. (and he operates a Rebellion numbers station but shhhh, he's a good man)

I think something's awakened in me.......

#possum answers #kom’rk skirata #prudii skirata #a'den skirata #null arcs #republic commando #i have repcomm brainrot #and i accidentally came up with an AU in this one whoops

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Licncourt you're right as always about female coding and you hit the nail on the head about Louis!

My opinion about Lestat is that he was portrayed as the stereotypical bad woman: vain, shallow, cruel and foolish but beautiful. But he was also a victim whom the narrative constantly forces to forgive and love his abusers because that's the only way he becomes worthy of being loved. It happened with Magnus, Akasha, Armand and also with his father (the only time Lestat didn't want to forgive someone... but was pushed to do so) It's frustrating if you think about it, because that's what society expects of women.

I'm really glad you think so!! He's so girl to me but in the right way, not the Anne Rice way.

I was sooo happy when I read this because !!! You are absolutely onto something here that should be examined further. There's some overlap between Louis and Lestat for sure when it comes to female-coding, both of them being portrayed as over-emotional and somewhat effeminate etc, but it's really cool how the rest contrasts in such an interesting way, like a Venn diagram. I've talked plenty about Louis being pretty directly analogous to the stereotypes of a lustful, weak-willed, hysterical woman whose primary assigned value is beauty, but there's a LOT to say about Lestat too.

I love what you said here because the first part really feels like a throughline tying Lestat to the women who helped established the Bad Woman archetypes in the literary canon like Medea (vindictive and treacherous), Lady Macbeth (power-hungry for personal gain), or Delilah (a calculated honeytrap for "righteous men"). In spite of his anger and mistreatment of Louis, most of Lestat's flaws in the trilogy are strikingly feminine in the literary sense. He's quite literally portrayed as a cruel, shrill gold-digger who dickmatized a rich husband and trapped him with a child.

Yes, he's an angry, domineering man, but it's the impotence behind his anger that pivots towards the stereotypically feminine. Throughout IWTV, he's all bark and no bite, yelling, whining, throwing books and sulking, even having an affair to punish Louis for his coldness and lack of affection versus anything more direct and aggressive. It really reads like the idea of a bitchy housewife tormenting her husband while trying to get her way and take revenge.

In addition, I really like the comparison of him with the wicked mother archetype, a maternal figure who poisons the daughter with her own trauma and anger (Clytemnestra-esque) and creates another monstrous woman in her own image. I've mentioned this before, but I think the creation of Claudia can be read symbolically as a conception, pregnancy, and birth, Louis draining her as a sort of insemination that's useless on its own but is "gestated" or made into a whole (a vampire child) by Lestat/his blood. In those terms, Lestat is immediately set up as a mother figure to Claudia, then again later when she's situated as a direct rival and narrative parallel to him. Generational trauma is passed from Gabrielle to and through Lestat and into Claudia as if he was also a daughter in the chain.

In terms of victimhood, what you said is also very interesting because it's one of the few places where this female-coded Lestat slips through and re-emerges really prominently in late canon despite AR's attempts to masculinize him. In trying to redeem him and make him "perfect", she puts him back into the feminine role with the societal expectation that a woman should forgive her abuser and take the high road, empathize with him even, especially in religious communities (interesting considering AR's wild rollercoaster ride with Catholicism). It's as if Lestat's disdain for Magnus is an unpleasant loose end she needs to tie up so he can be "good" now.

I think it's interesting too that the only abuser that the narrative doesn't ever give a sympathetic sort of pass to is Akasha, the sole woman who inflicted this kind of abuse on Lestat and a victim of bodily exploitation in her own right. Even the Marquis receives the narrative's sympathy as a repentant old man, even Magnus the monster. Not Akasha though. She's just a bitter man-hater and Lestat has to choose whether he wants to be also.

(Btw this is such @nasnyys business and what he screams into the void about every day so I'm making him a part of this. Everyone go talk to him about Lestat and evil woman allegories.)

#maybe it's my lesbian brain but the most important thing for a gay/bi male character to be is a woman #ty guys for all the enrichment in my enclosure #answered #vc #meta #interview with the vampire #lestat de lioncourt

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loveackermannn · 2 years

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no strings attached

→ word count; 6k – levi x reader

warnings; a wee bit more suggestive than my last post >< HOWEVER NOTHING EXPLICIT! levi and y/n being emotionally constipated with their emotions, romantic tension lol

summary; it was a leap of faith for you and levi – two souls intertwined with one another in the middle of a forest . neither of you could resist each other.

a/n; UGH THIS ONE KFBERKJBFEJKRBF. i literally have nothing to say. romantic tension?? with levi ackerman?? in the middle of the forest?? hell yeah. ALSO THE 104TH KIDDOS MAKE AN APPEARANCE!! anyways, i hope you enjoy <3

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"What the fuck are you doing up?"

"I got tired of sitting on my ass all day and I wanted to see you." Shrugging with your very forward response, you plop down on the couch that was positioned next to the kitchen as Levi scowls at your stubbornness of refusing to stay in bed for the rest of the night – not like he was any different, however.

The sweet smell of honey and the crushing herb of tea was nothing new to your familiarity nor to Levi's as the kettle rattled itself on the heated stove. It had been roughly past sunset and the horizon quickly became darkened as the stars and moon settled onto the blanket of the sky. The squad had long since rested themselves into their assigned rooms, the cabin being much less noisy than what the captain could handle – for once it was quiet.

"You sure you're okay Y/n?"

"Levi" you deadpan playfully in his direction, making his brow twitch at your expression, "I only got grazed a few times on my arms and head... I'm not dying." Levi always knew you were a fighting spirit behind your otherwise hardass attitude, though this time was different. You were persistent in participating in the recent mission along with the rookie cadets, wanting to be someone they could rely on, someone to be the fucking hero. And Levi knew you were very much capable, but things are never promised.

It took no more than the blink of an eye to see your unmoving body dangle from the cords of your ODM gear and Levi wasted no time to gather you up in his arms to retreat back to the headquarters. It all happened so fast and he couldn't risk another second for your life.

"Tch, I see you still got a bit of fire in you after all this time." He points out teasingly with a smirk, coming over to you with two tea cups in his hands. Setting it down on the table in front of you, he seats himself next you, swinging his arm around the back and crossing his leg over the other.

"Psh, of course I do. If anyone else were to sass you, you'd probably chew them to bits." you chuckle among your words, lifting the brewing cup in your hands and blowing on it lightly with the steam heating against your face.

"Hm, at least you're tolerable."

"And why is that Levi?" you push further, not missing a single moment for your cheeky comments that may or may not, flare up Levi from time to time. He really missed moments like this with you.

He glares at you, continuing to sip the copper liquid from his cup and raises his brow at you, "Do I need to give a reason?"

"Touché Ackerman."

After that, it remained silent through the majority of your time spent with him. A few feet enclosing between your distance from him, it had made you forget for a moment, about what had even erupted just a few hours ago – quite almost a disaster.

Some time had passed and the emptiness in both of your tea cups had since remained and for once, the two of you didn't really know what to say to each other at this point. Sure, there had been times in which the muted atmosphere was mainly prominent and it was nothing out of appeal – but in this case, it felt as if something needed to be said. It seemed as though you could sense that Levi was hindered in some way and for as long as the everliving silence was present, you decided to act upon it.

"Hey, can you accompany me somewhere?"

He quirks a look at you, "Uh where to? It's late right now."

Waving your hand off to him, you dismiss him and continue, "I've always wanted to visit this place near the woods here and I want you to come with me." Levi halts himself from answering as his instincts become wary and prudent, not exactly on the same page as he normally would when heeding to your requests of going out – he couldn't risk anything else happen to you. He was on edge from what you could tell.

"Levi?" you call out, siding your head to him and nudging his arm. He looks over to you as you look at him, puzzled of what he would say next. Exhaling deeply, he glances away and begins, "I guess we can..." He couldn't say no to you, even if he wanted to.

"Good! Come with me." you exclaim happily, tugging his arm with your own and to Levi, you seemed like an innocent child wanting to be taken out for ice cream – he found himself chuckling as you pull him away from the warm confines of the castle and the cool autumn breeze was a new contact to your bodies the second you swung the door open.

Autumn was arguably your favorite season of the year and Levi grew to know this from your eagerness of being outside during this time. You constantly studied new herbs that were newly implanted in the earth and pranced around the leaf piles that became packed in the forest. He, for one, thought that you had wanted to add more research for your journal but soon second guessed himself for when you were still linked onto his arm and sought his touch, to which he found endearing.

He didn't object to your attachment and was thankful that you could rely on him to protect you – without a doubt, he always would. Though, he wondered for what made you want to be with him at a time like this, secluding yourselves from everyone else while the moon and stars danced around the canvas of the night, watching as the two of you walked side by side.

"Y/n?" he says, earning a hum in response from you. "What are we doing out here?"

"You'll see, we're almost there." you plainly answer, not elaborating as much as he would like, but more so gave in defeatedly as he let you lead him to wherever it was you were taking him. It wasn't a known area – at least by what Levi could recognize minimally – however, you seemed to be aware of where the two of you walked as if you had been here multiple times. It raised a few questions for Levi, but nonetheless continued on with you and deep within, his heartbeat became more erratic as time went on...

In the next few feet, something had glimmered brightly in front of your view as if it was a spotlight shining past the canopy of overlapping trees. It had caught Levi's attention as he seemed to be mesmerized at the scene before the two of you. A lake that stretched along the ground and mirrored the thousands of stars engraved in the sky. The melodies of crickets chirping distantly across every corner of the forest and the awakening moon that shined the landscape. It was almost like a dream.

When you drew yourselves closer, your grip loosened on Levi's arm and he felt a sense of emptiness as you did so, feeling almost greedy for your touch upon him. The way your hand brushed against his, not exactly grasping it, though he desperately wanted to. He's imagined this a few times – a perfect moment in time where nothing else existed around the two of you, except the sparking tension of love he's wanted to confess for so long to you.

Situating yourself on the flats of the ground, a particular spot where an opening in between the trees gave a marvelous view of the sky. Levi hesitated, seeing how you stared up with a twinkle in your frame, your h/c locks passing against your shoulders and the way you were curled against the tree, tempted him even closer to you as he slowly picked up his pace to sit next to you.

You smile at the given distance you held with him since this was utterly new to your knowledge that Levi had never sat this close to you before. You could feel the weight of his body lean up against you, causing you to chuckle in response, wondering what had brought him upon this to happen.

"You okay?" your tone curious, but front as you look over your shoulder to glance at him. He slightly wavered, shifting uncomfortably until his knees were brought up to his chest.

"Yeah. Why do you ask?" he says flatly, but a shakiness was noticed underneath his stoic bearing.

Looking back up to the sky and shrugging, you say casually, "You seem stiff."

"Tch, it's just the cold."

"You never get cold. You're like a heating furnace!" you exclaim with the usual tease in your voice. He rolls his eyes and scolds himself for perhaps being too obvious in concealing what he had been truly feeling in the moment. He was too much of a stubborn man to admit it and you knew that.

Deep down, you knew there was something rivaling inside him, wanting to reveal something to you, but being careful of your boundaries, you waited until he was relatively relaxed and never pried him for anything he didn't want to share – so here you were, sitting inches away from the man you loved the most, your breath colliding with Levi's and the mix of the cool breeze of winter. You couldn't imagine where else you would want to be.

Levi didn't know what to say nor do. Awkwardness was much of his specialty and though he was aware of it most of the time, he had wished he could do something more for you, to make it up for his fuckups and even apologize for everything as you're awake with every part of your being now – he didn't want to be a coward anymore.

Taking in a breath, he turns to you as your eyes still remained trained on the sky above. The moonlight that highlights the features of your face, every perfect imperfection was something he couldn't take his eyes off of. He loved every constructed part of you that at some point he couldn't resist you. It was in this, that he felt as if he'd fallen in love with you all over again.

"Y/n?" You lower your head to him, humming in response as he catches himself from stumbling over his words. "I... I'm really glad you're okay." he softly whispers, his jet black locks casting his eyes away, but you could feel the tinge of strain in his voice. You were surprised he had said something so upfront with you, more so in expressing himself so openly.

Looking away, he had thought his statement sunk into you in the wrong way as he began to curse under his breath for not being the best outspoken person as he would like to be. But hearing you chuckle, he whips his head around and questions you with his look, furrowing his brows as he pleas for your answer.

"I didn't know I worried you that much." you finally voice, mumbling slightly and resting your head against the tree.

"Why would you not worry me? We've had this conversation before." he says, his face contorting in confusion as to why you'd even think he wouldn't in the first place.

"I just... thought you hated me after what happened."

You remember vividly in your mind of how cold and harsh Levi was after witnessing your death stunt earlier that day – remembering how his brows were more furrowed than usual, silence torturously ringing your ears and the snap of his tongue as he muttered, "You're so fucking reckless sometimes, do you ever think with that brain of yours?" before turning away after tending to your scratches and wounds.

Deep down, you knew you deserved it. You couldn't always save everyone no matter how strong you are.

Levi was soon to interject, not wanting to hear any more of your doubts for him. He needed you to know everything and he wasn't going to hold himself back. Firmly turning himself to you, he stares assertively into your eyes, making sure you were going to listen to every. Single. Word.

"Okay listen and listen close. I have never hated you Y/n. Never... and I'm serious. All that bullshit I was spewing at you, I didn't mean any of it. I only did that because... Because," While it seemed as though he had it straight, he couldn't keep his composure for more than a minute, but he didn't want to stop there. You waited for his next words to fall out, but what caught you off guard was what he attempted next. Bringing your form into a secured hug, he wrapped his arms around you and laid his chin on the top of your head all while inhaling your distinctive perfume and shampoo that made him want you even closer to him. He was hoping that through this, you would be able to understand the rest.

"I did it because I was scared... Scared to death."

"Of what?"

"Losing you." Even though he couldn't see your face, he knew you were stunned from the way you tensed in his arms, but he kept your body close to his and continued on, "After the deaths of my squad, I had a lot of time to think. The first thing I thought about was you. I knew I had been attached... since the beginning and to think I could lose you at any moment, scared me so much. I didn't allow myself to feel anything, let alone feel what I feel now and what I've always felt."

You so wanted to see what Levi had projected on his face in the midst of considerably allowing himself to be this passionate through his words and actions. It felt like you were with a completely different person and it almost felt natural that he had conveyed every part of himself to you, despite not doing so before. He was different but the same.

"I'd hate myself forever if anything more happened to you. To get to the point, I really care about you... a lot."

As expected, you were notably silent through it all. You still couldn't factor out his words as it seemed all a blur to you. To think you were sitting here, in Levi Ackerman's arms, the stars and moon watching over you and in a second... You felt like everything else stopped. He was such a beautiful person to you and you loved him so much. You thought that maybe he needed to know as soon as he could, quite possibly right now.

Raising your head from his chest, you look up at him with only a smile that held a loving and deep meaning to it, not letting yourself fall back any further. With just the same look, Levi implores every part of you, absentmindedly stroking the back of your head with his roughened hands and awaiting any sort of response you'd give.

"I'll let you know two things Levi."

"Yeah? What is that?"

"First thing, is that I forgive you." Something about the way Levi drooped his shoulders against your body was enough to reveal that he was indeed, relieved in every possible way. While he had much expected you to leave him soon after he had treated you, it had turned out to be the complete opposite and he couldn't have been more grateful to whatever had allowed the two of you to remain latched onto each other up until this point – he loved you too much to let you go.

"What's the second thing Y/n?"

It was clear you had been swallowing your own pride in the moment, not wanting to confess your locked feelings towards him... but even so, his face that seemed so god-like was just too irresistible to ignore. This was it, and you were going to say three words that might very well determine the cost of your relationship with this man.

"I..." you slowly iterate, the pews of your eyes remaining earnestly on his as he inched closer to your face and closing the space between your bodies that severed the two of you apart by just a few inches. He was so dangerously close that you could feel his breath fan against your lips and his gaze never dropping. Sucking in a breath, you were undeniably panicking internally but nonetheless, completed your sentence, "... love you..."

Nothing resonated from Levi, except the tightening of his hold on you and the intensity of his stare was growing. He had been waiting to hear you say those words, he's had dreams of you saying it and right now, you're the woman in front of him who had just fulfilled every part of his wishes he's ever wanted to come true. There was nothing more he could ask for and no one else he could want – his entire world was planted in his arms and shortly becoming a beautifully blushed out mess.

You feel a warm, textured hand rest against your flushed cheek, sweeping a thumb across your soft skin and keeping in mind of your soon-to-be scars that were on your face. Sighing, you press yourself more upon Levi's palm and closing your eyes in total bliss to finally feel him exploring you through his gentle touches. As you were completely focused on the light strokes of his hand, Levi saw how your lips looked so desirably plump and kissable to him, he narrowed his eyes to them and had been wanting a moment like this for as long as he could remember. He's wanted you to understand his love for you and he didn't know how long he was going to stop himself anymore.

"I wanna do something Y/n..." he suggests subtly, wanting to make sure you were fully aware of what he was going to do next.

"Sure, go ahead." you answer, opening your eyes now and returning your attention on Levi.

"If at any point you feel uncomfortable, let me know right away is that clear? I'll back off." he asserts firmly. He wasn't going to mess this up with any sort of discomfort from you because of him and he at least wanted this to be special for the both of you.

Nodding of your consent, he heaves a breath... He had never done something this intimate with anyone, let alone being it with the love of his life – he was going to make this worth it. Cupping your other cheek with his free hand, left your body in shivers and it was beyond a doubt that it wasn't because of the cold wind. The pads of his fingers delicately skimmed over every feature of your face, wanting no part left untouched. You slightly squirmed against him, anticipating for what he had planned but was then answered when you felt his lips come into contact with yours. He didn't go all in, making note of any negative reaction from you as he kept still in your view and awaited to make his full attempt. Both of your eyes were half lidded in a dire need to wash over the romantic tension the two of you had laid off for years.

You needed to express your love to him right now.

As bold as you went, you tugged him to your face with your arms looping around his neck and bringing your lips in proximity with each other. Levi was surprised by your eagerness and it threw him into a trance from what was happening – he couldn't even believe this was happening at all. The woman of his dreams, kissing him ever so fervidly and his body wholly compressed on yours. He didn't want this to end. His arms wrapped around you, keeping you locked onto him at all costs.

Biting back a groan, he tries to keep his composure as he maintains a steady pace with you, not wanting to rush anything. You took time to map out the wets of his cavern, not leaving a single corner of it unattended to. He does the exact same and once he had gotten in the groove of how sweetly you tasted, he leans in even closer and grabs a hold of your hand, intertwining his fingers with yours and gripping it onto the bark of the tree that you sat upon.

You couldn't help but raise a few breaths in the way it quickly became heated and soon, you pull yourself away, keeping your touch onto Levi by continuing to take a grasp of his hand. Never in your life had you ever felt this way for someone and the way Levi had just made you feel was more than precious in its self – he felt addicting.

He had easily crossed out every person who has courted you in your life... No one could ever compare to Levi. You had to stop yourself from going any further and decided to recount back to square one. Deeply breathing in through your airways, it seemed that Levi had also been affected from such a cherished action that he was strikingly panting from the heaviness of the moment.

Rubbing your hand up and down on the column of his spine, you try to retain yourselves back to earth and lull each other from proceeding any longer. He keeps your hand intact with his as he presses his forehead against yours, closing his eyes as he spoke, "Well? How was that?"

"Amazing... Were you always this good at kissing?" you joke, making him roll his eyes at you before slumping down into your lap and pressing his lips onto your hand that he still held.

"That was my first kiss." Impossible! You had never thought Levi had it in him to be so skilled in something he had always seemed so closed off about doing and yet he had just given you the experience of a love story that you only thought existed in the books you read.

You stare at him with a wide mouth, "How can that be?! Surely you must've kissed other people since you were so..."

"So what Y/n?" he smirks, scooting himself up to raise a glance at you. You had been partially flustered from the glint of amusement in his eyes as he remained focused on you and twirling a lock of your hair with his finger. Damn, he was too good.

"That was my first kiss too... You made it very memorable." you speak quietly, adverting yourself away from him but he had beaten you to it as he brings the tips of his fingers under your chin, hooking them to make you look back at him. He was beyond honored to be the first to lay his lips against yours and claiming them to be his and his only. He won't let a single soul touch what they shouldn't. You belong to him now.

"I'm glad you liked it." he smugly says, retracting his hand back down but you stop him with your own, seizing his movements as you clench onto his wrist.

Moving down to where his ear was you began, "I don't like it Levi... I love it." you whisper, making him feel tingles over his neck and the hairs all over his body began to stick out. It had been your turn to fluster the captain as he growled from your attempt and slammed you into his puckered and rosy lips once again.

This time, it was more dominating, fueling and administrating every maneuver of his tongue into you. You were taken aback in the way your body instantly reacted to him, gripping his shoulders, trying to keep yourself from hitting your head on anything nearby. He helps with your stability, falling his arms onto your back and keeping you upright. Hearing your whimpers and mewls, he decided that he had made a point – he wanted you to remember how his lips felt and tasted like and most importantly, he wanted to please you every single time with the abstraction of him loving on you like this.

Breaking away, the kiss left you more breathless than the first, and even a little dizzy from the fire he burned inside you. You really couldn't get enough of him. Bringing a peck to your forehead, he continues to hold you in his arms since he had no intentions of letting you go, not ever.

"Satisfied now?"

"Yep. Just perfect." you relax again, sinking into his chest and listening to the resting beats of his heart that thumped outside of his chest. You feel your eyes decline as you let out a yawn and cling onto him tighter. Just from two kisses had you on the verge of slumber and he chuckles, picking up your disheveled form in a bridal-style and settles for bringing you back into the castle. He had hoped the brats were fast asleep by the time he returned – he was not up for explaining what private happenings occurred between the two of you.

As he walked down the dirt path, you prompted Levi with a question that the answer would most likely be what you expected but you asked anyways for measures, "Hey so does this mean we're-"

"Together?"

This man's instincts ever failed to surprise you.

"How'd you know?!" The tone you had made it seem like you hardly believed him, but he only took it as more amusing and cute to him than anything.

"Hmph I just felt like you would ask."

"So I take that as a 'yes'?"

"Tch. Of course. Who else are you gonna put up with?"

"Bet you can read my mind then." you challenge, raising a brow at him and poking his cheek as you did.

"Brat. I'm not a superhero or some shit like that."

"Yeah I know. You're better than a superhero anyway." you lean closer to him, curling yourself up as he tightened his hold on you for support.

"Really?"

"Yeah... You're just Levi and to me, that's the best thing I could have."

You had such a way with words that it made Levi envious by how easily you could roll off doting phrases to him like that. He wanted to be better at that for you, making sure you knew every part of his conveyed love through everything that he could.

Cracking the door open with the ball of his foot, Levi enters with your half-sleeping body and creeps around his surroundings without making a single floorboard creak. He had pretty much memorized every part of the castle considering he had partnered with Hanji on multiple accounts for her titan captures and experiments – after that, it was only a matter of getting you back in bed.

He reached the foot of the bed frame and laid you down as if you were the most expensive piece of glass and tucked you away with the fleece blanket that hung from the side. You looked so peaceful and innocent, making him admire you for just a few minutes. Who was he kidding, he's always admired you.

He swore that you were much more worthy to look at than any painting ever displayed in a museum – you were art. He didn't want to leave, but his mind was beginning to shut off from fatigue. It had been an eventful night and it had been one where it actually left him exhausted. Normally, it would be the reports that drew him to edge of insanity, wanting to call it quits for only a few hours of sleep, even a few minutes would do. But, no... perhaps the scene of kissing you replaying in his mind was enough to beg for his eyes to close so he could see you in his dreams.

Before he could, you had already rejected the idea of him leaving. Your hand comes up into a gratifying clutch to his pinky finger and drawing him to the mattress. "Stay."

He freezes, slowly moving himself to your side and reaching for your hand that still squeezed at his finger. He lowers himself down beside you, the sheets messily rearranging and the bed squeaking down on the added weight of himself and your body together. He laid as flat and stiff as a board, straightening himself on the bed and trying to brush off the fact that he was sleeping right next to you.

Instinctively, your arms come across his chest, linking yourself onto his side and throwing your leg over his torso. He looks to you, surveying how you latched onto him so casually but then again, he remembers the times where you held one another through the bad times, fighting away your inner demons together and sometimes even snoozing on the couch in his office while shoulders touch or hands brushing up against each other. Your eyes were closed, but it didn't stop Levi from giving a coy smile at the thought of finally being with you after all this time.

If this is how every night was going to be like and every morning he got to wake up next to you, he had zero complaints.

Turning to your side, Levi brings his arms to your back, pulling you to nestle on his chest and buries his face in your hair. The slow and sustained breaths you were taking had made Levi almost drift away to sleep and for once, he felt like he could actually sleep a full night. He belonged right where you were and everything made more sense now.

Just then, you shift yourself up to look at Levi with the sleepiness present in your eyes and the sight alone was enough to make him gravitate more towards you. It seemed as if you wanted to ask him another question and so he waits for whatever it turns out to be.

"Why me Levi?"

"What do you mean?" he presses, not entirely understanding your vague way of asking him your question.

"Why did you fall in love with me?"

How could he not?

He takes a second before coming close to your ear and settled for whispering his reasoning to you. "You're the most extraordinary woman I've ever met. You're worth more than you can imagine and falling in love with you has been one of the biggest things I've never regretted." You never got tired of the way his low voice rang out in vibrations and sending a sensation through your body in which you were just coursing through with deep love and devotion for him. These were one of the many things that you loved about him.

"Well that was very sweet Mr. Romantic."

"Tch whatever." he says and slightly sheepish, but seeing that you were more than content had made him feel a little more confident in himself. Now, Levi had found that he also wanted to know what drew you so close to him in the beginning stages of your relationship. He never thought of himself so highly as one who could even manage a love life in the first place, however when you came along it had made him realize what he had been missing out on. There was so much beauty in the way love made him feel, but was also, deeply fearful of the day when he'd lose someone again. A broken man like him couldn't possibly bare the aches of what love comes with – he was well aware of what that could bring him.

With you, he couldn't stop himself from being so in love. He felt like he could take the risks no matter what, even if it meant there were to be setbacks in the future... He would still want it with you.

His hands linger on your back for a while before coming up to the rounds of your face and rubbing the pads of his thumbs on your cheek. This was when he decided to proceed asking you, "What about me? Why did you end up falling for a constipated man like me?"

You snicker under him before thinking for a moment and responding with the tendency of smiling in between your words, "I'm not sure myself, actually. I know at first, I was really intimidated by you honestly."

"Understandable."

"But then, I grew to love the little details about you... Like the weird way you hold your tea cup, the way you concentrate on your reports, the way you talk, the way you act. I love it all..." you confess with the utmost commitment in the way you spoke truthfully to him and Levi believed you with his whole heart. You talked about him like he was your favorite book and you could go on forever about how perfect this man was to you.

Hugging you even tighter than before as if you would disappear if he didn't, he was glued onto you so much so that the musk of his scent was seeping deeper through your nose and you could've fallen asleep right on the spot. There was always something uniquely comforting about Levi's smell.

He brings his hand through your hair and combs it lovingly with his slender fingers, soothing you in the most serene way – his touch was just pure magic. Kissing you on your head for the last time as a sign that he was calling it for the night and that you should as well, he breathes in before saying one more thing, "I love you... so much."

The smile on your face could be felt on his skin as you felt yourself doze off in the arms of your newly partnered boyfriend. The two of you slumbered away as the morning dawned and had forgotten all about the other companions that drew gasps and whispers the moment they had all walked in your room...

"Holy shit!! The captain and Y/n?! Seriously?!" Jean nearly shrieked, but was soon shushed by Eren in case it had disturbed either of you. He had no intentions of waking up the peacefulness of how you two slept and it was the most he had seen his superiors so restful for once.

"Do you want Captain Levi to obliterate us, horse face? We're practically snooping on them!" Eren scolds, meanwhile Connie, Mikasa, and Sasha stare incredulously in the doorway, careful as to not make any sudden sounds. Armin stood on the side, shaking his head at the recklessness of his comrades and wanting to pull them away from the scene.

"I didn't take Captain to be like that." Mikasa chimes bluntly, side-eyeing the way he had held onto you with enveloping arms and light snores filling the room.

"Do you think they..." Connie quips from behind and childishly snickers on the back of his hand. Sasha's hand brushes up against his ear lobe and pulls it mercilessly to intercept his not-so-appropriate comment.

She sighs, "It's none of our business anyway Connie. Although, we could bug him about it later~" Sasha seemed to have no fear regarding with Levi as she had gotten used to his off setting attitude – his entire squad was, in fact. They knew deep down, he had a soft spot and while it was sprinkled with a masking tough love, he truly cared for all of them as his own.

"You guys! We need to get everything ready before we set off for training! We leave as soon as the Captain is awake!" Armin finally declares, beckoning them away from the room and to the front door. Agreeing with acknowledging nods, they all turn away, leaving your coupled bodies to rest a few minutes more.

However, they weren't particularly aware that they had ears on their conversation as the eyes of the once sleeping man beside you, slowly fluttered opened and was seen with a smile on his face, the second he knew it was only the two of you left.

He had heard all of it.

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the-apples-were-monitored · 1 month

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i've said before that it is completely out of line to look at a person recounting painful memories of childhood abuse and then bring up their past mistakes and i'm standing by that. i know some of you are going to jump on me for saying "mistakes" but this isn't me trivializing. this is me looking at things in context.

i haven't seen these supposed sources where they say drake bell's victim admitted to lying. i looked at news sources from the time and looked at statements given and haven't seen it anywhere in there that she admitted to lying, which i would assume would be front page news. if anyone wants to direct me to something verifiable that isn't part of a tiktok conspiracy, i would be interested. i have seen that bell wasn't convicted of actually touching the girl and they found no evidence of pictures ever being sent. the internet keeps vaguely saying the girl stalked him before and lied about her age and i don't know how true that is. it's always reprehensible to groom children and there isn't a justification for that. a few years ago i might agree with commentators saying "you don't just not know that someone is 12" but i worked at space camp for the past few years and there were a few times where i was looking for my assigned group and was told that the group that i'd assumed were 17 and 18 year olds (because they were taller than me and more muscular or filled out) were actually 12 and were actually my assigned group. idk what they're putting in the water but i assume it's these damn tiktok beauty standards. and i often have the opposite problem - when i was 16, people would assume i was 13. now that i'm 29, people assume i'm 19-14. i have a friend in her mid20s who is constantly mistaken for a 10 year old boy. it is fucking hard to tell how old someone is and if it's true that she was in his shows which were meant to be 18+ he'd have no reason to know her age. i've seen commentators state he immediately broke off contact when learning about her age.

i want to give benefit of the doubt in this case. i want to believe that the apology given was with complete accountability and remorse. imagining being in his position and realizing he may have contributed to an unsafe situation on par with one he himself experienced may have been a huge wake up call for him. i want to remind everyone though that we are not called on to forgive drake bell. we're not the wronged party in the case. the only one who can give forgiveness is the victim and victims do not owe that.

and with that i feel i should say that i can unfortunately believe that the domestic violence accusations may be true. the timeline seems to match up with the years immediately following what happened with him, the years he'd be more likely to flounder and struggle with the secret he was keeping. who knows what unprocessed trauma he was living with? it doesn't make it okay by any means (and again we are not the ones tasked with "forgiving" him and victims don't even owe that) but it makes a certain sense in context. i do think drake bell needs to come forward and tell people to stop attacking his ex on social media because come the fuck on. just because someone went through something horrific doesn't mean they can't do fucked up shit. i know i've done fucked up shit and i've worked through it as best i can. internet harassment and hate campaigns are not the way, but we didn't learn that lesson with amber heard (who i 100% believe sorry not sorry).

i think we need to move on from this mentality of holding people (particularly child stars) up on pedestals then dragging them down when they do fucked up shit. i have to believe people can change and grow. i'm willing to give people the benefit of the doubt so long as a pattern doesn't emerge. we need to move on from thinking that there is a "perfect" victim or that if someone has transgressed in later life that means their victimhood doesn't matter. we can mourn the child that drake bell was. we can mourn the child that amanda bynes was. we can mourn the person that all these people could be if they weren't swallowed by this cesspit. that is a separate conversation from talking about the ways they fucked up after coming out of that environment irreparably damaged.

leave behind the mentality that to show compassion for another human being is the same as "forgiving" them. and move on from the mentality that you personally are the one wronged when these people's lives have nothing to do with you.

#feel free to reach out to me if new details emerge or if i get something wrong #i've been microdosing on this situation because steeping myself in it would be bad for my mental health #but if i'm online i'm willing to keep talking about this #rape tw #abuse tw #quiet on set

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genuine question: why did you say that ages can be up for interpretation if you were gonna keep dialogue in the game that refutes that?

it just makes a really uncomfortable fanbase where theres people who either arent aware of it and ship things thinking its ok, or those that are and just continue shipping weird things simply cus youve said itd be ok. if you were gonna say ages were up for interpretation, you couldve at least tried to pretend that characters that are minors arent.

idk. it just kinda makes me hate the reborn fanbase. and you, for allowing that to be the case. i dont really care that much anymore, cus ive lost interest in reborn. but my point still stands. kinda weird of you

in the first place, i think we originally said that they are up to interpretation within the bounds of what makes sense within the text. i think it's pretty hard to, in good faith, interpret a number of young characters as being an appropriate age to ship even within some leniency.

but you're saying these people 'arent aware of' when the characters 'are minors' like that is still some objective predefined line, which we have objectively said we are not subscribing to. their ages are also generally arbitrary in the first place.

let us also please remember the entire reason that relationships with minors are a problem is because of the imbalance of power leading to deeply controlling and abusive dynamics. let us please also recall that these are fictional characters who are not real and cannot participate in such dynamics of abuse without the guiding hand of the person shipping them. someone who takes deep pleasure in that is probably concerning regardless of what age the characters are.

...but what you're saying here is that you have some notion of what ages the characters are, and you find it weird that i am not participating in the vigilantism of your self-proclaimed objective view of. it does not escape anyone that under the current tinderbrush social climate, this dismissal as "kinda weird" is an implication that i am complicit in some kind of problematic behavior... when, let us remember, the entire reason that we opted out of the ages was because people were immediately being extremely weird in all directions about that very vigilantism.

i am not interested in participating in whatever kind of "weird" shade you're throwing here, and i don't think anyone should be. when real people are involved in the community, we will do our best to make sure everyone is as safe as within our power to influence. as a moderation team we also still generally do discourage people from being "weird" about characters, whether they are underage or not.

if you're uncomfortable with this because it doesn't match up with your preferred lines in the sand and social grandstanding, then it is probably best for you to move on anyway.

cass here. had a part in this decision. tbh i barely know what you're saying, other than that you're mad.

people being weird about fictional characters is, well, always weird. but your concern is really about the fact that we are not drawing an exact line about who's a minor and who isn't. ame originally didn't want to include ages at all because of this sentiment. my counter was that there is at least an age range that the characters feel like they belong in. people are going to want ages, and we need to give them something or people are going to be weird about it. but if we assign them a number as their age, we are making that number up. surely you've met people who do not feel their age. so instead we give a range.

there are safe age approximations that i can make. for example: shelly's in middle school. she's probably 10-12 or so. but she doesn't have a literal actual age because she's fictional. we just have to pick a number that fits. whether it's 10, 11, or 12 doesn't really matter. she's in middle school. end of story. being weird about shelly is not controversial. don't do it. cain is probably in the 17-19 range. that's a safe approximation, yeah? any number in that range would be acceptable from an author standpoint. but now people are going to get real mad about which number he is. "is cain a minor????? is [x] okay now??????????" and listen. this is still easy. the answer is no. don't be fucking weird. it doesn't matter what number we set him as. shit isn't suddenly more or less acceptable because you interpret him as one number or the other. the reality of the situation is that other people think that some behaviors are suddenly acceptable once you pass the magic 18 line, and they aren't. if you think we're okay with more weird shit because of how we set this up, you're wrong, and the vigilantism has gone to your head.

#reborn asks #ask ame #cassks

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Ohhhh! Can you do some F/F HC's for Robin Buckley when she meets the girl of her dreams at a party and drunkenly ask her out?

Ahhh! Gotta love some of that Robin x reader content! I took this out of the HC realm but didn’t want to do a full drabble so please do forgive me for the length and I hope you enjoy!

Robin hated parties, there was always so much testosterone flooding them.

Too much alcohol fueled guys trying to find any girl drunk enough or willing to spread her legs for them and get pissy when they don’t.

She hated men, knowing they don’t take the hint when she tells them to fuck off.

So why she agreed to go with Steve to Tina’s latest “Hawkins Totally Tubular Bash” was beyond her.

Well, not completely.

It had all started with a little conversation in the car on the way to school, Steve being the usual go-to driver.

“So, Tina is having a party at her house again this Saturday.”

Robin groans softly, looking to Steve with a frown. “And?”

“I need someone to go with.” Steve shrugs.

“You just want me to help you find someone there and then you’ll leave me alone to deal with the guys all by myself.” She crosses her hands over her chest, hearing Steve scoff at her accusation.

“Maybe this time I’m trying to help you find someone!” He pouts.

“Me? Pfft,” she laughs at him, “I doubt you’ll find anyone there who is interested in me without a dick.”

“What about (First name)?” Robin’s head shoots in the direction of Steve and the lad simply give her a “what” look.

“(First name) will be there?” She says the words a little too quickly, too eager for her taste, and she watches as a grin starts sneaking up on Steve’s lips. “Hey! Hey, no! None of that! I don’t need you playing matchmaker, Mr. I can’t get a girlfriend.”

“Okay Ms. I can’t get a girlfriend, either.” He shoots the words back and for a moment, Robin’s cheeks heat. “You like her, I know you do.”

“Yeah? And?”

“Well, she’ll be at the party, so you should shoot your shot!” Steve gives her shoulder a nudge, making her sigh.

And so here she is, one of those cheap plastic cups in hand with swirling liquor, watching you across the room as you socialize with one of your friends.

You were gorgeous.

Sweet.

Adorable.

She fell in love with you the moment she first saw you, and that love has only grown into a burning passion each time she’s interacted with you.

Shared assignments.

Seeing you at work to rent movies.

Never did she see you with any sort of partner, but that didn’t stop those from hitting on you.

Though no matter who they were, jock, nerd, whoever, you denied them and kept solo.

Her suspicions were there, but her nerves denied her the opportunity to ask you who you were interested in, if maybe it’d be her.

She chugs down the rest of the nameless mixed drink, the liquor blurring her senses as she scoops another cupful from the bowel resting on the counter.

“Shoot your shot, Robin.” Steve’s words keep echoing in her mind, but she was terrified.

What if you thought she was weird and disgusting for liking girls?

What if you were offended and never wanted to talk to her again?

What if you just simply said no?

Every “what if” scenario made her head swim with unbridled worry and she stopped herself from moving from her spot, scared if she was even in the same area you’d turn her away.

You were smiling, such a sight that it made her weak, but soon enough when your head turned in her direction for a reason that was unknown, your smile widened, and she thought she would melt.

You waved hello, a small gesture, but it still made her heart hammer and a shaky hand rise to wave back at you.

“Buckley is so fucking wasted.” Your one friend commented with a harsh whisper and giggle, making you shake her head at her. “She’s staring you down. What is her problem?”

“Nothing’s wrong with her. She’s probably just had too much and is spacing out.” You try to reason.

“Nah, something is weird about her.” A frown takes to your lips at your friend’s words.

You liked Robin. She was a sweet girl with a killer personality, and you saw nothing wrong with her.

She was amazing, but why couldn’t everyone see that?

“I’m gonna go check on her.” You stand away from your friend who groans at your reaction to her words and make your way to the girl.

She damn near chokes on her drink when you move and sit beside her on the kitchen counter near the alcohol selection, smiling that sweet smile yet again.

Fuck, she was smitten. Steve had it right all along, she did like you.

“Hey Robin, do you need a ride home? Seems you may have had a bit.” Your gaze screamed worry, and it was endearing how you cared about her.

“No, m’good. Steve should be,” she gestures vaguely around the room, body wavering a touch as she does, “somewhere.”

“You sure? I’m more than happy to! I just want you to get home safe.” Concern laced your tone, hands quickly shooting out to catch the girl when she stumbles forward. “Yeah, no, I’m getting you home. Come on, sweetie.”

Sweetie.

She wanted to hear you call her that every day.

She wanted all the pet names.

You carefully lead her through the crowd of drunken people dancing and doing their thing, getting her outside and into the confines of your car.

She hums at the cool leather of the seats against her alcohol induced heated skin, seeming to melt in the feeling.

When you climb in, her head flops to face you, gaze staring at every feature of your face as if she can commit it to memory.

“You’re…pretty.” Her slurred words don’t fail to make you smile, even if you know she is not thinking straight.

“You’re very pretty yourself, Robin.” You quip back, pulling out and away from Tina’s before beginning your way back to the main road.

Silence fills the air, still and quiet, but not maddening. It’s comfortable, save for the hammering in Robin’s ears from her own heartbeat.

She was in your car.

She was alone with you.

Alone. Fuck, she didn’t know if she could handle this.

“Shoot your shot, Robin.”

“Do y’maybe…I don’know…wanna go out sometime?” She mumbles the words, hoping maybe you hadn’t heard…but that maybe you also had.

The silence of the car allowed for you to pick up on the words, and for a moment you don’t know what to say.

Maybe she was just super drunk and thought she was talking to Steve. You knew they were close, maybe they had something going on between them that the rest of the school didn’t know.

“Sweetie, Steve isn’t here.” You try to reason softly.

“Fuck Steve…M’asking you.” She waves a shaky finger at you, gesturing to the woman of her dreams.

Fuck, it was out there now.

Heat spreads across your cheeks and through your body, amazed for a moment. You didn’t know how to process this, nor what to really say.

Your mouth moved, but no words left, shock just rippling through you.

It was the 80s, nobody talked about this. Nobody talked about guys liking guys, or girls liking girls. No one accepted it.

And here Robin Buckley was, asking you out, and you were speechless.

A sigh left your lips, and you shake your head at yourself.

She was just drunk, didn’t mean it, and as you glance over to see if she’s still looking at you, she was out cold.

Well, there was no use in asking her if she meant it or not, but the words stuck with you, even as you pulled up to the place you had worked on school projects with her at.

With as much care as you could, you get her out of the car, balancing her against your body and having her wake up halfway, just enough to walk along with you to her front door.

She drops her keys, but you scoop them up after leaning her against the front door and work it open, getting her inside.

It was too hard to try and maneuver her to her room, you knew this as you walked along in the dark home and got her to the living room couch.

She hums as she hits the cushions, and for a moment you simply stand and look over her.

She looked peaceful, sleeping off the alcohol that would no doubt give her a hangover the coming morning. No anxiety, no nervousness.

You get her shoes off of her, setting them aside before reaching for a blanket and covering her so she doesn’t catch a cold while she sleeps.

For a moment, the world is lost to you as you brush a strand of hair from her forehead, placing a gentle kiss on her temple. She wouldn’t remember tonight, you were sure of it, but somewhere deep inside you there was hope that she would, that she’d ask again properly.

But that doesn’t stop your next actions as you reach over and snap a slip of paper and pen, leaving a note for the girl to wake up to.

And then you leave, closing the front door and debating whether you should return to the party or return home.

The next morning Robin wakes with a splitting headache, sitting up slowly and groaning out at the sound of banging on her front door.

“Hang on!” She shouts, wincing at the way her voice makes her head throb and moves with squinted eyes to the front door, opening it to find the concerned face of Steve.

“What the fuck, Robin? I was worried sick! I couldn’t find you at the party.” He rambles on as he pushes in past Robin, the girl sighing as she closes the door. “I mean did you even think about letting me know that you were gonna catch a ride with (First name)-“

“Whoa wait, slow down Harrington. (First name) took me home?” He gives Robin a questioning look, brows knit together.

“You didn’t know? Man, you must have been out of it. Yeah, she brought you back home.” Robin sits down on the couch, hands immediately flying to her face in embarrassment.

Fuck.

Fuckity fuck fuck FUCK.

Robin fucked up.

She actually asked you out last night. That was the last thing she remembered.

“Did you ask her?” He questioned, curious as he looked at the coffee table with a small piece of paper laying there, reaching to investigate it.

“Dammit!” She sighs as she hides her face in her hands, feeling like a fool. “I…I did ask, but I have no idea what she thought. She probably hates me!”

“Orrrrrr, maybe she feels the same?” Steve holds up the note, Robin about to retort but removing her head from her hands and seeing the paper he held out to her.

She snatches it, looking at the handwriting she knew for an instant was yours.

“If you meant it, my answer is yes.”

She rereads the paper over and over again, eyes growing wider each time she follows the delicate flicks of your writing, and Steve watches as a smile spread across her lips.

You said yes.

YOU SAID YES.

She clutches the paper to her heart and melts, falling back on the couch with a soft noise of happiness.

You said yes, and that was all that mattered.

#robin buckley #robin stranger things #Robin Buckley x reader #lovely anon #thank you anon #anon ask

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Tales From The Graveyard: April

There was a time I was working the late shift at the cemetery alone, and it's honestly what encouraged me to get into ghost-hunting and the paranormal in the first place.

Usually, I work a shift with one co-worker for safety precautions. In case someone decided to break in or trespass and something would go wrong. That's not the point of this though. I've never been close with any of my co-workers in the grave-keeping business, most of them aren't the most social people and I can't blame them, I'm not either. This time, my assigned partner had called in for sick leave, so I decided to go through with working the shift alone. Nothing bad had happened in the past while I was with people, so I wasn’t that suspicious about it.

It was around midnight, I can’t remember the exact time since this happened a few years ago now. We have a dedicated office space on the property, it’s just a small building with some furniture and a fridge in it for the employees to use on break, or in my case, the whole night unless I hear a noise. I’d been fucking around on the office computer, talking with my friend Cody, just passing the time as much as I could entertain myself. Then, there was a knock on the door. You can probably assume from common sense that visitors weren’t really allowed after hours, but sometimes emergencies happen, so I wasn’t all that surprised.

I got up, and obviously I opened the door up to see who was there. It was a young girl, and when I say young, I mean like very early teens I think. That’s what she looked like to me at least, I’m not that great at figuring out what age people look like. She told me her name was April, funnily enough. I’m pretty confident in my abilities to remember things, and I know that something about her just looked off in general. Her eyes were cloudy, not from cataracts or other vision impairments that can make eyes look cloudy, but in the way that they looked oddly flat.

I asked her why she was at the cemetery past our operating hours, and she said that she had come to visit the grave of a family member. Usually I wouldn’t let that be an excuse, but this was some random kid with no adult with them. I told her she could, but I needed her last name so I could check the database and see if I could find any contact information on her parents. She didn’t seem to mind this, told me her last name, and she stayed in the office while I looked for any graves that had her last name and her relatives. Found out that there actually was a grave with her full name. Bit odd, but plenty of kids get named after deceased relatives as a memorial thing. I couldn’t find the grave she mentioned wanting to visit though, nor could I find any listed living relatives.

I wanted to ask if she could give me the direct names of her parents or their numbers, and when I looked away from the computer, I kid you not, she was gone. The door to the office is very loud, and I never heard it open so she couldn’t have left through there. The windows are small, can’t even open. There was no logical way she could’ve left without me noticing. It was the first paranormal encounter I’ve had that made me think. Since then, I’ve had quite a lot more than that, but I do want to pace myself on telling these stories one at a time.

I don’t think that she wanted to harm me, she wasn’t evil or malicious, if anything I actually think she was kind of confused. I hope she’s doing well.

#tales from the graveyard

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blood-bound · 9 months

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fuck it discord rant with no context (feel free to ask for context) about my last session

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ok little context: mark and cassidy driving home from mission where the anarch party they were investigating got raided by camarilla so they have to take the long way home. also, mark juts got a text from sampson that they need to talk. otherwise good luck making sense of this if u havent heard mark rants before.

Mark learned: -Cassidy turned in 1853 california -loves older western movies, NOT spaghetti westerns except once upon a time in th west -loves detective novels; steven king -has larger goals that he doesnt want to say due to mark's sire having a short leash on him lol -guessed mark was about 5 years dead, mark told him it was less than a year. cassidy was pretty surprised lol -cassidy asked marks goals and what he wanted. mark talked abt goals of stability, and knowing whats going on in the city. talked around it but basically said he also wanted someone he felt he could actually talk to T_T This is what inspired lighter covnersation abtmovies and books -cassidy invited him to WATCH A MOVIE W HIM AT THE CINEMA LOVE WINS (NOT A DATE FOR SURE UNLESS?) -

Now its time to talk to sampson on the next night

due to something julius did mark has to shelter some anarchs in the sewers on his territory. he made it clear the SEWERS only. theyve been moving in.

anyway marks goes to the bar. theres some sketchy ppl outside .oh god. anarchs not listening to directions? THATS CRAZY. Anyway the bar is closed early. it has blinds. many locks. sampson lets mark in and is like. dude. wtf are these people around. ive been seeing htem around and we figured out they were vampires and you said htis place would be safe?? i cant keep doing this???

he's like i know its not all always your fault or things happen in spite of you but what am i supposed to do? i cant live like this again? what am i supposed to do?? And marks just like look anarchs have been moving in city wide ill deal with this and . sampson presses and hes like deal with them how. and marks like IDK kick them out? kill th- and sampsons like YES KILL THEM you killed that one random person cant you kill kindred on your territory?

like OOF that 1 ONE murder lives in his head dsakjfsfdkjds

he's crying, also, ends up saying 'after all this i dont want to talk to you again, i know you bring me stuff to keep me alive' and then be breaks down MORE like REALLY sobbing

so mark gives him a little time to compose himself. then gets all cold and is basically like. so be it. ill still have to see you monthly, but we can try to limit it. but then sampsons like. "I dont know. I just. dont know what to do. i cant sleep with these guys out there all the time" and mark is like "do you want me to deal with them right now?" and smaspons like "yes" so. mark leaves to deal with them!

he grabs piece of shit tony who is supposed to be helping manage this territory. tony says the guys claimed he invited him there, so mark has to explain how they are allowed in the sewers but no where else. and that he wants the three in front of the plaza dealt with Tonight. they work out a deal. tony drives around collecting ghouls and plays this song.

the ghouls are wearing ski masks and have various weapons. he assigns them an order. and turns up the music and they start FUCKING those guys up. first guy modified his glock to be semi automatic? one gets downed immedaitely. 3 other ghouls approach with melee weapons. one gets killed sadly but all the kindred who were loitering by the bar get torpored in short order. Tony is pissed and yells at a corpse about whose gonna pay to replace his ghoul? Ooffff. but yeah mission done. tony says to mark to get out of his car.

He does so. returns to bar. SESSIONEND

SESSION END!

THEY WERE ABOUT TO GET TO TALK! im sure they are shook by the Incredible Violence outside but whatever

DSLKFJDSLFSD

#Spotify

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forcecaptainnoceda · 1 year

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Married Couples Don’t Blush

Summary: reader and May go on an… interesting mission

TW: 18+, smut, grinding ( may receiving), oral (reader receiving), fingering (reader receiving)

MINORS SHOO SHOO

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I don’t know how I got into this mess. This is only the second mission I have been assigned too, but somehow this seemed to be something not even a trained professional would want to do, let alone a third year shield academy student. At first I was so glad to be paired up with Melinda cause she is my best friend, but about five minutes ago, when I realized what we would have to do, I wished to be paired with anybody but her. But we were taught to always commit to the mission. So all I can do now is accept it. Obviously Millie can tell that I am super anxious cause she leans over whispers in my ear saying, “Hey, I can tell your nervous. Don’t be worried. Think about this, instead of being paired up with me, someone who you are comfortable with, you could be paired up with someone you barley know, like Coulson.” I giggle a little bit, but that isn’t the reason why I am dreading this mission. That aspect of it makes me uncomfortable, but I am worried about that fact that all of today I have been noticing how beautiful Melinda is. How kind she is. How absolutely amazing she is. So as we near the room, I am not nervous about the sex part I am nervous about falling in love with my best friend.

When we are about to enter our room I whisper to Mel, “how are we gonna do this?” She responds with, “follow my lead.” So I did just that. Mel entered the room and took off her heals stating what a long day it had been. I agreed and did the same thing. She came over and kissed my neck. My face felt like it was on fire. When May noticed this she giggled and kissed my nose. I could tell that my whole body was now some shade of pink. Millie started taking off her dress and wiping away her makeup. I had to take a second to center myself and remember that we are supposed to be married. Married couples don’t blush when their partner kisses them. When Melinda came out of the bathroom she had a mischievous glint in her eye. I finally acknowledge the fact that this is actually happening. “You know I love that suit, but it would just look so good on my floor.” Mel pins me against a wall and attacks my neck. Not expecting what just happened I let out a moan. She takes that as a sign of encouragement pulling her kisses up from my neck to my parted mouth. Millie uses said parted mouth to take control of the kiss. I cannot believe that I am about to do this with my best friend. As though sensing this thought Melinda went up to my ear and whispered, “Is this alright with you? I want to make sure your not uncomfortable.” I shake my head eagerly trying to play it off like I am just a good actress. Now Mel takes full control. “Now why don’t you strip for me princess…” I do so with speed, obviously Millie does the same because next time I look back I can see her stunning figure. “You get more beautiful every time I look at you.” I turned the tables making Mel blush this time. “The flattering works. Bed. Now.” I practically skip over to the bed. When I look back Melinda is sauntering over, which makes me turn into a tomato (a/n Amity tomato 😂). She gets on top of me and starts trailing kisses all the way down my body. When she finally reaches my legs she takes as long as possible to get where I need her. She gives me hickies on my inner thigh to commemorate the occasion. She grazes her tung over my clit then pulled away stating, “Me first.” I whine a little then comply. I prepare my face, but then she sits on my thigh. Apparently with a fan of grinding. So Mel starts moving trying to create as much friction as she can. I help by moving my thighs in the opposite direction of her movement. This ended up doing something cause a moan escaped her mouth. I then put my thigh as close to her folds as I can get and put my hands on her shoulders pushing her down. At this point I can tell she is incredibly close cause she is practically screaming. I never knew she could be this loud. When she finally cums I guide her off my leg gently and lay her next to me after tons of kisses it is finally my turn. She gives one final kiss to the jaw and makes her way down. She started assaulting my clit. She adds extra stimulation by plunging three of her fingers in and out of me. I can’t help but moan. Mel decides to use her free and message my boob. With all this happening at once I only last an incredibly short amount of time. I can already feel the knot building in the center of my stomach. When I am finished Millie helps me ride through the orgasm and tells me I did amazing for her. I bring her up to cuddle and whisper asking if she is okay, she responded yes in a very whimsical tone. When Me and mel are cuddling a very intrusive thought invades my mind. This thought is saying, “I love her. That’s it. I love her.” I cannot let myself admit that because I would never have a chance. She’s my best friend after all…

#they are gay #lesbians #wlw #melinda may #melinda may x reader #melinda may imagine #melinda may imagines #reader x melinda may #agents of s.h.i.e.l.d.

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masterjedilenawrites · 1 year

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Clone Force Omega: Part 2

Finally got some inspo to finish this second part. I'm trying to mirror some of the beats of the first season while working in some differences based on this dynamic of Omega being the older sibling to 4 little ones. It's certainly a handful!

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Omega & The Bad Batch | 3.9k words

Content: Canon-typical violence, probably some feels about Echo...

She would have to be careful and she would have to be quick. She couldn't afford anything else.

Omega marched through hall after hall, mindful to keep her steps from seeming too rushed or frantic, to keep her journey as vague and unpredictable as possible. In the past, she could move about the facilities without fear of anyone caring. Clones and Kaminoans alike knew she was special. She had covert missions and classified clearances. They never questioned where she went.

Now, the facility belonged to someone else. She belonged to someone else. It wouldn't take long for this new management to notice she'd disappeared, if they weren't following her already.

"Omega!"

She whirled with her gun raised on instinct. The clone addressing her sounded like any other clone, though he looked far from it. Prosthetic legs, a scomp link in place of a hand, a cybernetic head implant. He was more machine than clone. Omega immediately relaxed at the sight.

"Echo."

She rushed up to him as he came to meet her. They grasped opposite arms, their customary greeting, only this time much more earnestly. He seemed to understand the dire circumstances at hand.

"You've heard?"

"Yeah, just got filled in."

They spoke in hushed tones, though for now they were the only ones in this particular corridor.

"I figured you'd be going to get them," he said, nodding in the direction she'd been previously headed. "And that you'd need some help."

Omega smirked a little. "Wouldn't hurt. But I can't ask you to..."

"You saved my life, Omega." Echo's warm eyes bore into her own. "You don't even need to ask."

"I know but... we're basically deserting. Those kids are worth it to me, but for you..."

"When you brought me back, I vowed to do everything I could to make up for my time with the Separatists. To serve the Republic. As I always should have. This... this is not the Republic. No matter what they may say to the contrary, I know malevolence when I see it."

Omega nodded at him. Even though she was still reluctant to ask such a sacrifice from him, her dearest friend, she was also relieved to not be in this scheme alone.

"I can buy you some time," he said, finally letting go of her arm. "I'll meet you by the Marauder, but please don't wait for me. If anything should happen, just get them out. We'll find each other later."

She didn't have time to question how or what Echo was planning to do to buy time, or what could possibly happen to where he wouldn't be able to make it. She shook those thoughts from her head and nodded in affirmation of his plan.

"Thanks, Echo. Don't know what I'd do without you."

"I think the mission on Belkrig showed what would happen without me," he laughed and Omega couldn't help but chuckle along. Even amidst a crisis, Echo could always put her at ease.

"Right, trip and break my nose. Thanks for the reminder."

"Just watch where you step. You'll be fine. All of you."

With his customary salute, Echo turned to rush back down the hall and buy her some of that time she was in short supply of. She watched him go, unable to ignore that anxious feeling that was settling back into her stomach. There were no alarms, nobody chasing, no reason to suspect she wouldn't go on the assigned mission as soon as she got herself ready. But it was a a fragile peace, the calm before the storm.

She was designed to weather the storm, her mutations giving her a wide range of enhanced senses and abilities. But this new Empire, standing for unknown values and without the Jedi to balance their politics, was certain to be a different kind of storm. One she wasn't so sure she was prepared for.

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As expected, the super top-secret barracks were full of lively noise and movements. Well, perhaps the room wasn't so top-secret as it was out-of-the-way. Most clones had no business being on this side of the facility, so it made for the perfect hide-away for some of Nala Se's more secretive experiments.

The experiments, in question, were four young, mutated clones. All around the age of ten. Truly. They had lived ten whole years of a normal, non-enhanced human lifespan. Omega had been meant to be the same age, to grow up with them as their sister. But something had happened that caused Nala Se to add rapid aging in her DNA cocktail. Omega had never gotten a clear answer from the Kaminoan, though she suspected it had to do with funding. Deliver a specialized clone sooner in order to justify the resources needed for raising four more.

"Omega!" Four voices chimed in near-unison as soon as she stepped into the room. If any of them had heard the news of the Empire, they clearly didn't care. Why would they? They were only kids.

Normally she'd respond with some silly quip or dumb joke, which would send them into cheerful hysterics. But not today. The task at hand required the utmost stealth and haste. She'd have to settle them down now if there was any hope of a successful escape.

"Shh," she hushed them, rushing to pack up a few essentials. "Get your things, boys. Quick! We don't have much time."

She hoped the urgency in her voice would be enough to give them an idea as to the seriousness of the situation. She didn't have time to wait for them to catch on. Instead, she hurriedly shoved items into a small knapsack.

The boys - Hunter, Crosshair, Wrecker, and Tech - all froze in place and looked at each other in confusion. Their big sister had never been one to turn down a friendly greeting, no matter how tired or busy she was.

"What's wrong?" Hunter ventured to ask.

"Yeah, are we going somewhere?" asked Wrecker.

Omega shoved the knapsack toward Hunter and began filling another. "We're not safe here anymore. We have to leave."

Her stomach twisted at their widening eyes. She wished she had time to properly explain what was happening, to help them understand and not be frightened.

"But Nala Se said we're not safe outside this room," said Tech.

Omega gritted her teeth and tried not to curse the Kaminoan these boys unwittingly obeyed. "It's different now. Everything's different. Now chip-chop, pack what you need and let's get moving."

Crosshair moved first, gathering a few items from his bunk. Tech followed, though he ended up with an armful of random crap that Omega had to insist he put down.

"Only the essentials," she hissed at them. "Things you can't live without. Now let's go."

She gave the other bag she'd filled to Wrecker and waved at them to follow her toward the door.

"What's wrong, Omega?" Hunter tried asking again. "Why aren't we safe?"

She huffed, both at the question and at Tech who was still picking at wires and chip boards. She ran over and practically scooped him up as she ushered him to join the group.

"But my--"

"It's not important. Listen." She addressed all of them, putting her hands on the shoulders of the two closest to her. She knelt down to their level and took turns looking each of them in the eyes to drive home her point. "I promise I will explain everything later. But right now, we're on a very important mission to get to my ship and fly out of here as quickly as possible. And preferably undetected. You all know what that means, right?"

"Without being seen," said Tech.

"Exactly. If anyone sees you or tries talking to you, do not engage. Let me do the talking. And we have to stick together."

"Because we're a team," said Crosshair.

"Yes. We're a team and no one gets left behind. Understood?"

The four of them nodded eagerly. At the least, they'd treat it like a game and maybe that would be enough to get them through. Omega gulped, not wanting to think of all the ways this could go wrong.

"Okay. Follow my lead."

She punched the control to open the door and led them all swiftly out. One by one they filed behind her, bags slung over their backs, and eyes continuing to look around in wide confusion. Nala Se rarely let them out of the lab or their barracks. The last field trip they'd tried to take led to some confusing conversations with other young cadets and the Kaminoan had determined breaking their isolation just wasn't worth it.

"This way," she had to whisper behind her several times as they snaked through the various corridors, lest one of them get too distracted to keep up. As they neared closer to the main thoroughfares, she halted by every corner, peering out until it was cleared of any other personnel before leading her crew through it.

Hunter was right on her heels, mimicking her movements and hand gestures. Tech had some sort of gadget in his hands and Wrecker wavered between being too antsy to sit still or dragging his feet in awe at his surroundings. Crosshair brought up the rear, pushing his brothers along or shushing them if their comments got too loud.

They managed to keep a fairly brisk pace and low profile. Omega was just beginning to wonder if she'd overreacted and had them being unnecessarily cautious... until they reached the hangar and finally ran into trouble.

"You there!" A shock trooper had rounded the corner just behind them and immediately called out. Omega groaned internally. They were so close. "You are not authorized to be in this sector."

"I'm on assignment from Admiral Tarkin," she said, making a few hand signals behind her back to the boys to move into the hangar without her.

"I was referring to them," the shock trooper pointed to the boys who looked just different enough to not pass as regular clone cadets.

"They got lost. I'm simply giving them a ride back to the barracks." Omega squared herself up against this shock trooper, prepared to talk as long as possible until he left. It was a sure-fire tactic she used frequently against any regs who tried sticking their nose in her business.

"It's a detour that will take less than a minute. This conversation, however, is wasting much more time. Now, would you like me to notify Admiral Tarkin that--"

"Only authorized personnel is allowed to board that ship," the trooper spoke over her, adamant in upholding his orders. "Step aside."

Omega's mouth was open, prepared to continue arguing, whatever it took for the kids to make it safely onto the ship. She didn't dare risk a look behind her to confirm if they were close or merely dawdling.

"I--"

"Sergeant Omega."

The voice was familiar, but she did not quite relax as much as she had when she'd first heard it less than an hour ago. Echo had never addressed her so formally before.

And not only was his greeting unusual, but so was his appearance. She wasn't sure why his plan to buy time had involved an outfit change. Or where he'd even come across such ominous armor. It was all dark tones and dull finishes, very unlike the shiny white-and-blue plastoid he usually wore. There was no character to it, no personal touches. Not even the two handprints remained, symbolizing two pivotal moments in his life. Was he undercover?

"Echo," Omega shook herself of her confusion. He could explain himself later. At least he had made it to the hangar with them. "Please tell this reg he is--"

"Sergeant." Echo stepped forward, hand on his blaster. His face was obscured by his helmet, but surely he held some sort mischevious smirk. Right? Omega tried to assure herself that's all this was. Some weird act to help get them out safely.

"You are in violation of your orders," he stated impassively. "Release the cadets to me and return to your mission at once."

Omega started to slowly back into the hangar, noting how more and more troopers were starting to file into the hallway behind Echo. She finally glanced behind her to see the four boys had at least gathered at the ramp to the Marauder. They were watching with those wide eyes, undoubtedly as confused and scared as she was. She looked back to her friend, wishing she could see his face, look into his eyes, and see how she was supposed to play along with this bizarre display.

"I... will just go get them for you," she said, clutching her helmet and hoping that's what Echo wanted her to do.

"Step aside, Sergeant." Echo started moving forward, hand still resting on the hilt of his blaster.

This just didn't feel right. She was desperately clinging to a very thin, fragile string of hope that this was part of some grand plan, but her hold on it was slipping with each tense second that passed. Echo's idea of a plan usually involved stealth, not such an obvious display of masquerading.

"No need to bother yourself," she gulped through her worry. "I'll get them. Just hang tight."

She tried to move quickly but Echo's hand shot out and gripped her shoulder, keeping her in place.

"You there!" he called out to the boys, pointing his scomp link at them. "Cadets! Fall in and come at once!"

The four boys stood awkwardly looking around. They hadn't been trained on basic commands yet, and though Echo was their one friend outside of Omega, they thankfully seemed wary of him in his new armor.

"Cadets!" he tried again, pushing past Omega and moving toward them. "I said, fall in."

"Omega?" Hunter looked to her for help. She followed behind Echo.

"It's okay, boys, just get in a line for Echo."

She could almost see Hunter visibly gulp as he took a few timid steps forward, looking to his brothers to follow. As they approached through the mess of cargo boxes in the hangar, Echo removed his blaster and held it at his side. What in the...

"Good soldiers," Echo commended them, angling his body to make room for them to pass. "Now, file into the corridor and await further orders."

No, no, no. Panic was rising within Omega. This was definitely not an act to get them to safety, not when they were being ushered further away from the ship and back into a facility now under control of the Empire. What was Echo doing? This wasn't right... this wasn't right....

"Echo--"

"Stand down, Sergeant." His voice was laced with a firmness that twisted her insides.

"But--" She circled around to stand between her friend and her brothers.

"Are you disobeying orders?" he challenged, bending his elbow upward so his blaster was trained to the ceiling. A warning.

"They're just kids. Just let me take them back--"

"Good soldiers follow orders. Now, do not make me tell you again. Stand. Down."

Omega could feel a pair of little hands grasping the back of her shirt beneath her armor. A line of soldiers were filling up the opening to the hangar behind Echo. She'd never been backed into such a corner before, and by a dear friend no less. She couldn't comprehend it. Everything about this situation with the Empire from the second she'd stepped off her ship had felt wrong. She had been foolish to think she could handle it the way she'd handled challenges in the past. All the rules had changed and she was utterly unprepared.

"And if I don't stand down?" She thrust her chin upward and took a half-step backward, pushing against the closest kid as a sign they should starting backing up themselves.

"Then you will have shown where your loyalty truly lies."

Omega stared at him, trying to see through the harsh plane of his helmet. She didn't want to have to do this, but she feared in just a few moments she'd have no other choice. With one last effort, she stepped forward and dropped her voice low, so only he could hear.

"Echo... please.... You don't have to do this. We're your friends. Your family. We're in this together."

There were a few seconds of silence between them. And then Echo straightened himself.

"You are either with the Empire, or you're against it. Your move."

Omega didn't give herself any time to process his response, only so he wouldn't have time to prepare for her move. She surged forward, attacking him in a way she knew he couldn't defend against.

"Hide!" she yelled back at the boys as she did, hoping they could duck for cover before the rest of the garrison could react and start shooting.

She gripped the underside of Echo's helmet, yanking him forward as she kicked out at one of his robotic legs. He was immediately crippled to the ground, at least enough to where she could tug his blaster free just as the row of shock troopers started lining up their rifles to shoot.

She fired at them as she spun for cover herself, almost somersaulting over a crate to land next to Crosshair. Blasts zipped around them, hitting the ground and other crates in the hangar. She could see Wrecker and Hunter cowering behind a row of crates just a few feet away. Tech was behind one just a little closer to the ship. He'd be their best chance of getting out of here.

"What's the plan, Omega?" Crosshair asked beside her. Whatever fear he may have had before had shifted into a determination that was reminiscent of her own. The time to panic or cry or lament this unfortunate circumstance would come later, when they were gone and safe. Now was the time to fight.

"These crates," Omega ran a hand along the cool metal they were leaning up against. "I recognize them. They'll have shock grenades inside...." She motioned for the attention of the others. "Wrecker! Can you pull open that crate?"

The beefy boy nodded his head eagerly and got to work trying to pry it open from the side. Omega whipped her rifle around and passed Echo's blaster over to Crosshair.

"Be careful with this," she said, though she doubted the boy really heard her. He looked down at the blaster in wonder, its barrel almost dwarfing his little hands. "It's set to stun. Help me put some of these troopers to sleep."

The two of them peeked up and around the crate to shoot, and started firing. Echo was starting to pick himself up, pulling out another blaster from his belt and firing back.

"Omega, I got it open!" Wrecker called. He and Hunter were sticking their hands inside to pull out a few of the little shiny balls.

"Press the button and toss it high," she said, readjusting her rifle. She motioned to Tech, pointing toward the ship with a knowing look. He seemed to understand and gave her a thumbs up.

Hunter threw the grenade skillfully and she shot it, causing a rain of smoke and fire above the troopers in the hangar. Their blaster fire halted in surprise, long enough for Tech to make a break for the ship. But then they quickly resumed their onslaught on the crates where the rest of them remained. She cursed to herself. She didn't want to hurt any of these regs. They weren't machines in a simulation, or droids terrorizing a village. But she was quickly running out of options.

Another minute of exchanging fire with the troopers, and the Marauder lit up behind them. There were a few sputtering noises as the ship started to hover a bit, and then crashed back down. Tech needed help.

"Omega." Crosshair was tugging on her arm. "If Hunter throws one over there," he pointed to the left of their position, "you could run to the ship through the smoke."

She chewed her lip. "I can't leave you boys here...."

"It's okay. Just go!"

This was beyond stupid. There was no way she should be leaving three of her little brothers out here in this firefight alone. But what other choice was there? It wouldn't be long before reinforcements arrived and surrounded them. And who knew what would be done with them. This new Empire played by different rules, ones Omega didn't have time to make sense of yet.

And there was Echo... That was perhaps the most confusing and maddening mystery of them all. What was he playing at? What had they done to him?

Omega scooted herself to the side, waving down Hunter's attention. "Throw one again. Cross will tell you where. Wreck, give me some cover fire."

She handed her rifle over to Crosshair, showing him how to prop it up against the crate since he couldn't handle it on his own. She then slid the spare blaster over to Wrecker for coverage on their side.

Everyone was in position. It was now or never.

"Now!"

Crosshair took his aim and motioned for Hunter to throw. The grenade arched through the air, coming down roughly in the area Crosshair wanted. He fired at it and caused a nice wave of smoke to rain down on the line of troopers Wrecker had his blaster atop a crate as well and started shooting into the blinded crowd with a gleeful roar.

There were still shots being fired back, but they had no aim, no way of tracking Omega as she booked it to the Marauder. Within seconds she was shooing Tech out of the pilot's seat, ignoring his whines about wanting to figure it out himself as she took over the controls.

"What about the others?" Tech finally asked, strapping himself in the seat next to her. He pushed up his goggles with a finger.

"I've got to get them clear first," Omega muttered, not used to voicing her plans aloud. She brought the nose of the ship around properly, facing it squarely with the group of converging soldiers. Thankfully the other boys were still huddled in their positions behind the crates. She set the blasters toward the back wall, not wanting to accidentally injure her own.

A few blasts at the wall caused the forces to scatter. Too much debris was flying for them to continue standing safely. She watched in tense anticipation as Hunter pushed his brothers to start running with him toward the ship.

"You boys okay?" she called back to them as they made it up the ramp.

"We're here!"

"We're okay!"

"That was awesome!"

Omega flicked a bunch of switches and primed the thrusters. Time to get out of here.

"Strap in. We're launching."

She didn't wait to make sure their seatbelts were on. They could fuss with that later. She quickly turned the ship and hit the throttle, zipping out of the hangar and through the stormy Kaminoan sky.

"Where are we going?"

Wrecker came to stand beside her, his arm on the chair as he looked out the viewport in awe. Hunter and Crosshair were gathered nearby as well. She was still very wound up from the chaos of the past several minutes, but her heart slowed at seeing their eager faces. This was the first time they had ever been airborne.

They were leaving the only home they'd ever known.

"Tech, would you like to do the honors?" she smiled slightly, pointing to the hyperdrive thruster in between them.

The goggled boy slipped out of his chair - his arms couldn't quite reach - and placed a gentle hand along the handle. Omega tapped in the coordinates and upon her nod, Tech pushed the lever forward.

The sky filled with streaks of stars, and the boys' eyes filled with wonder.

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Thenamesh Doctor AU is amazing! My request:

There was a pretty bad accident, let’s say a bus crashed, and 8 patient coming to Thenas ER. But Thenas ER is pretty short staffed so after the 4th patient Gil volunteers to help her out and they both work amazingly together! Let’s say a bit of action with fluff in the end:)

"A bus has crashed off the main highway, luckily with no casualties, although eight critically injured are on their way to seek care."

Thena turns away from the news on the tv and to Ajak, who is already picking up the phone. "Get all the beds clear, if we can discharge someone, do it. Get Sprite down here in case we need Pediatric help, and tell Ikaris that we might need his help with any bone setting. I may not have the hands to spare."

"Thena, we're still down two nurses and both the residents assigned here are tied up on other cases."

"Then we make do with who's here," Thena offers factually as she readies herself for the oncoming flood. "How far out are they?"

"Gil reported in, they're three minutes out!"

She sees him already, rushing in with interns and nurses at the sides of the stretcher. "What have we got?"

"Four head traumas, quite a few glass lesions, two shoulder resets and a driver with one hell of a chest cavity impact," Gil lists off for her concisely and in order of patient and severity, just how she likes it.

"Head traumas first, get them into scans, we need to know what we're dealing with before we even think about moving them around too much!" Thena directs as the first few stretchers pull off. The next one comes up and she can already see a very long shard of glass in an arm, probably a little too close to some very important veins. "Gil, help me up!"

He doesn't hesitate, grasping her by the waist and lifting her cleanly up and over to straddle the patient. "We got the bleeding cleaned up at the scene but that thing's in deep."

"We'll have to remove it surgically," Thena shakes her head, grasping the base of the glass shard and snapping off the extending length of it. "Get that shard somewhere out of the way and page the necessary surgeons for a trauma--Gil!"

All nurses and young doctors accompanying the patient startle as Thena leaps off the stretcher and into Gil's arms again, as if this is Cirque du Soleil and not an Emergency Room.

The stretchers pull off and Gil sets Thena on her feet gently (as if she didn't leap from a stretcher at full speed like a maniac). She looks up at him with a frown, "that was the last run of your shift. You should go."

"Hey," he shakes his head, giving her that smile of his that would make anyone in an emergency situation feel at ease. "You see this place? I'm not goin' anywhere."

Thena gives him a look as they separate, heading in tandem towards the patients stable enough to be parked. "This is not in agreement with your union rules."

Gil shrugs, jogging lightly alongside her to their chest impact. "A little overtime never kill anyone. And what kind of ass hole would I be if I let you and Ajak handle this place alone?"

Thena has the seconds to spare to give Gil's hand a squeeze before she pulls on a pair of gloves. "Let's take a look."

"Doc...I can't...b-brea-"

"Okay, it's okay," Thena says quietly, using the low tone of her velvety voice to try and lull him into some sense of security. She looks at Gil, who doesn't even have to be looking at her to rattle off the patient's vitals while pulling his shoes off.

"Good colour, no loss of blood flow," Gil informs from the end of the bed.

"I think it's a floating rib stuck into his lung," she murmurs to Gil as she finishes her most preliminary examination. She moves back to the head, pulling up the eyelids and doing a quick pupillary test. "Sir, does it hurt to breathe?"

He nods.

Thena feels along his clavicle, "that's intact. Sir, have you suffered any injuries to your ribs before, like a fracture or a break?"

He nods again. as emphatically as he can manage.

"Let's get him get him something for the pain," she gives Gil's bicep a nudge and he reaches for an oxygen mask to help get some air into him easier. "I want an x-ray before we make any rash decisions. It could just be agitating the lung or it could be on the verge of piercing it. Ikaris will know."

"Got it," Gil responds so she knows he's heard her, continuing his work on the patient just as he would in the field. There is indeed some bruising around his side, but no signs of broken blood vessels or deeper tissue damage.

"Thank you," she whispers to him before heading back to the nurses station. Ajak is filling out paperwork like the wind to have all their patient files at the ready as the ball gets rolling. "How are we doing?"

"I think we're just about ready," Ajak mutters as she licks her finger, flicking through physical papers while someone else updates the files digitally. "Most of the stitching is being done by the kids, but the largest one may need your help. It's a pretty wide gash from the artifact getting moved around in transport."

"Okay," Thena nods, accepting the chart from her on said case. She looks at Ajak, "Gil is with our chest trauma now. I want to get him put under after we do his x-rays to reset a rib that's affecting his breathing."

"Gil?" Ajak pauses in her frenzy to look up at her attending friend, "shouldn't he be off by now?"

"He should be, but he insisted on staying until we get our heads above water with this bus situation."

Ajak stays quiet, observing the smile on Thena's face on the subject of the sweet paramedic. She should have known; Gil would never willingly step away from Thena if he thought she needed help. "I'm not the one paying him--if he wants to stay and help, he can stay and help."

"That's what I said," Thena laughs faintly, just in the very narrow moment she has to share with her most trusted nurse. "Come notify me with any results?"

Ajak merely gives Thena - already trotting off to her lesion repair - a thumbs up as she calls yet another department to send down a specialist as soon as they're available.

No one is surprised to see Gil around in the ER, helping out as needed long into the night. He's been on for more than his fair 12 hours by now, but he stays, and stays, making sure people have the assistance they need.

Those who aren't familiar with the situation only have nerve enough to ask Ajak why he's stuck around so long (they would never dare ask Thena).

Ajak tells them that it's what Thena's work husband does--he stays and supports his work wife. Then she tells them to stop standing around and gossiping when they have patients to see.

#Thenamesh Doctor AU #I ended up really really liking this one #so I'm so excited other people did too #I know there was a lot of time between the first one and this #I have a lot of asks #but I love and value them all okay #I love a work-spouses dynamic #I love it so much #And of course they work well together #Thena trusts Gil so implicitly #so explicitly #so deep in her bones #she shouldn't be jumping onto or off of stretchers #that's insane #and she would fire anyone else who tried it #but she trusts Gil to catch her when times are tough #Ajak knows just how hard earned Thena's trust is #everyone else who wants to get along with Thena like that #Ajak wishes them luck #once they get everyone managed and where they need to be #and everyone can breathe #first thing Thena does is order Gil to go home and get some rest #he tries to argue but she's like do you wanna be in one of those stretchers next?!#he's like okay honey you win #but he does whisper to Ajak not to let Thena work herself too hard #Ajak is just like #you two are so stupid and cute I love it go home

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7 toxic signs of someone (Meghan) who is addicted to drama by u/wontyield

7 toxic signs of someone (Meghan) who is addicted to drama This article was shared in a thread by Bekind999. I immediately thought of my narc sister and Meghan when I read it. https://ift.tt/aMPRBId They feel a sense of urgency: when there isn't an unrelenting sense of urgency, something always feels wrong to them.Meghan has a sense of urgency when planning her easily debunked stunts and Royal Family vendettas that always happen on or near RF public activities. She is obsessed with the timing of her stunts. Meghan can't live without tumultuous drama and will go to great lengths to engineer it. They use exaggerated language: they might try to get your attention by adding escalating words ("extremely bad" versus "bad") or metaphors ("It was like he saw right through me and I melted into the abyss of space" versus "He ignored what I had to say").A constant characteristic of her ridiculous word salads 🥗. Meghan thinks her speeches are profound and reveal her genius, but they only show how ignorant, uneducated and vapid she is. They need to be the center of attention: being in the middle of larger-than-life action tends to make them feel important.Meghan's multiple failed attempts over the years to depict herself as a hunted royal are sad cries for attention. Non-stop lies and easily debunked stunts. A sad middle-aged woman who has spent years trying to convince the world the paparazzi stalk and harass her like they did Diana and Catherine. She is craves tabloid drama. She is obsessed with it.Also, Baroness Bandwagons centers herself in whatever cause célébre or political issue is trending for praise and attention when even though it's obvious she doesn't understand the issue and has no connections to the impacted persons or communities. She's all over the place like a squirrel in traffic when it comes to causes. They reenact and retell stories with unnecessary intensity: retelling the same emotional story to different audiences allows them to vent continually. It's common for them to add variations to the original situation, too.This was the entire purpose of her Archetypes podcast. Reliving her delusional, wildly inaccurate revisionist history in which she is always the victim. They focus on the negative or exhilarating elements of other peoples' lives: you'll often find people who are addicted to drama consumed by what's happening in the lives of others.Again, Meghan is obsessed with the lives of Catherine and Diana and has put a great amount of time and effort into cosplaying them to recreate events from their lives. Sick. The are preoccupied with (and stuck in) their own story: like the star of any show, they need the one-way interaction of an audience — people whose only role is to bear witness to the drama. They also like to assign roles to the rest of the cast. And if cast mates don't deliver the right lines, there will likely be trouble.Meghan's sense of entitlement is unbelievable. She expects to be put on a pedestal and praised at all times. TW expects unearned praise and authority. She callously discarded childhood friends, her father, Trevor, Corey, and others when they are no longer of use to her.They feel a lack of control: their inability to control (or predict) the external world leads to feeling overwhelmed, helpless and victimized. This is something all of us experience, but it's acute for those with a propensity for drama. We see her constant directing and controlling of her puppet husband. Some of her fauxlanthropy projects are scams to censor the media and control what is said about her because she believes she is the most persecuted person in the world and thinks the title she married into gives her the right to control people's opinions about her. I'm sure you can think of more supporting examples of Meghan's unhinged behavior over the years for the above characteristics of a drama addict. post link: https://ift.tt/Ne1vFwJ author: wontyield submitted: October 19, 2023 at 04:52AM via SaintMeghanMarkle on Reddit

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Hell Broke Luc (OC Week)

Story summary: Luc’s first battle under General Coria Lanels doesn’t go as expected.

Warnings: Y’all. This fic is A LOT. Descriptions of violence, fairly intense descriptions of PTSD and survivor’s guilt, suicidal ideation, descriptions of gore. Also lots of political commentary in the form of some fucked up visions. Probably a dark fic

Author’s note: This is a really heavy fic. Seriously, head the warnings. It’s also got a lot of elements from Ep 7 of The Magnus Archive. I recommend listening to that first, but it isn’t a requirement. Thanks to the amazing @book-of-baba-fett for beta’ing this for me!

Luc knows it’s going to be a rough battle.

As they wait in the drop ship, he can see several of his men turn their heads to the side. It’s almost as if they’re straining to hear something like a faint tune carried on the breeze, even though the only source of air is the wind whipping past them. Luc can hear it too. He hears it every battle, every scuffle, every time someone draws blood.

Sometimes he thinks he’s the only one to hear it and survive.

Someone places a hand on his shoulder. It’s not a comforting hand but a grounding one. He knows who it is; it’s too light to be the heavy hand of one of his vod. General Coria Lanels dips her head in his direction.

“It’s going to be rough.” Her voice is low, so low he almost misses it due to the howling of the wind. Was she... Was she listening to his thoughts? He tries to keep his expression impassive despite the fact he’s wearing his bucket. General Lanels shakes her head. “Don’t worry, I didn’t listen. I don’t... I don’t do that.”

She presses her lips together in a thin line before looking out at the fast approaching drop point. The way she turns her head makes the scar running down from her ear and neck, disappearing into her robes, more prominent. She clears her throat.

“I hear it too. The song. The piping. It’s not the same for me I don’t think, but I can. I can hear it.” She looks at him again. For a second, Luc thinks she’s going to cry. It’s at odds with what he’s heard about her.

Luc doesn’t know much, just information from whispers. She went dark but came back. He’s also heard she’s fucking General Kenobi, and that’s why the Council trusted her enough to give her a command of her own. Luc doesn’t believe that for a second. The Council needs every Jedi they can get to lead, even the ones who might be rotten.

He doesn’t think she’s rotten. A rotten person wouldn’t look like they wanted to cry right now. He doesn’t necessarily believe she’s good either. His company are the survivors, the ones who get out of impossible situations. They get lu- They’re fortunate, supposedly.

General Lanels is their third general. The first one died to Ventress and the second died making sure they could get out of a collapsing building. He wonders if General Lanels was assigned to them because the Council thought they’d survive if she did something... rash.

He notices she’s tilted her head. It’s the same way several of his men have, as if something is calling. Luc realizes with a start it’s the same thing he had been doing when she came by. Did she hear it too? Did she hear The Piper? He’s never seen The Piper, only heard its song carried through the air. Even on the stillest of planets, no wind for relief against scorching sun, he’s heard the tune as if it was being carried on a faint breeze.

General Lanels shakes her head. She squeezes his plastoid covered shoulder once.

“Be careful out there.” He only picks up what she’s saying because he can read her lips. He nods, unsure of what to say. She steps away and heads towards the cockpit, no doubt intent on talking to the pilot.

“You too.” He finds himself mumbling to himself as he watches her go. It’s only fair. Not because she told it to him first but because if she can hear it too, she needs the false sense of security the phrase gives.

Luc is careful. It’s still almost not enough.

The target is a Seperatist outpost. The briefing said it was one of the larger manufacturing plants, which is why both General Lanels and Kenobi were sent. He thinks General Skywalker is following behind as well. The plan is for General and Lanels and Luc’s company to sneak in while General Kenobi’s company provides distraction out front. Luc gets the sneaking suspicion General Lanels is more fond of close combat.

They get in almost without incident. He gets his confirmation about General Lanels when one droid manages to escape and almost sound the alarm.

Almost.

The droid got away from his men, and Luc himself was preparing to take the shot when General Lanels grabs it and snaps its head clean off with her bare hands. He doesn’t know where she came from; she had been on the other side of his men when they noticed the droid sprinting away. All he knows is suddenly she was on the droid, and then electricity lit up the room.

Even though it’s just a droid, he still winces. Something about the way she did it, the loud snap and pulling the head from the body with the wires dangling from it like blood vessels, makes his stomach turn. She turns back to the company. Her eyes are alight, and Luc wonders if she’s succumbed to the music.

They go further into the building. Several more groups of droids fall easily underneath their guns and the General’s lightsaber. Even though they’re in a metal building, he can still hear the tune. It feels as if the player is in the building with them as it seems to reverberate throughout the entire structure.

It puts Luc on edge. He feels as if he’s walking into his own death. It’s never been like this before, never felt as if The Piper was specifically calling to him. He was just someone who heard it but somehow lucky enough to survive. Well, if you can call surviving some of the atrocities he’s seen lucky. Luc doesn’t think it is.

The music swells to a crescendo when they walk into the main room. It’s almost deafening. Luc can see several of his men tilting their heads. One almost seems to sway to the invisible sound. General Lanel’s face goes sheer white.

Luc knows he’s going to die here.

The walls suddenly to start to rattle and shake. Luc sees at least three Droideka, two Scorpnek’s, and Maker knows what the fuck else. It almost feels as if they walked into a factory; droids seem to be pouring out of every corner, every hole in the wall, every space possible. He knows even more are on the way because he can hear clanking and the annoying voices of all kinds of droids coming towards them.

The three Droideka roll to a stop in front of the company. They start to speak, but Luc can’t hear them. All he can hear is the Piper. He looks towards General Lanels. She nods, once.

All hell breaks loose.

Luc can’t keep track of what’s going on. All of his men raise their blasters at once and fire. The room lights up, awash in blaster fire from both sides. They run forward. He can feel it thrumming through the air and through his bones. His command knows just as well as he does that this... This is the place they’re going to die.

Luc also knows deep within his bones they’ll destroy this place.

Everything becomes a blur. All he can smell is the blaster fire, all he can hear are the sounds of droids and blasters and General Lanel’s lightsaber. It feels strange, like a fever dream. He moves on reflex. He can sees some of his men fall, but he doesn’t allow himself to grief. He can’t allow himself to grieve. All he can do is push forward. He watches droid bodies fall. He’s so focused on the fight, on surviving, he doesn’t hear the beeping.

He does hear the groaning metal.

Luc looks up.

“BOMB!”

Shit. Fuck. Shit fuck. How did they not notice the bombs planted around the room? Were all the droids meant to be a distraction?

The bomb blows. The structure creaks and groans. Luc looks to General Lanels. He doesn’t know why; he just has to look at her. Their eyes meet. He knows what happens before it hits him. She does too from her scream and the look on her face.

Three large support beams fall. It almost seems like they hurtle towards him in slow motion. Luc knows he can’t move in time. All he can do is watch as they collapse.

He doesn’t remember much after one of the beams drives through him. Just pain, excruciating pain that makes him howl wordlessly. Shock sets in almost instantly.

He remembers the War, though. He can never forget it.

It’s as tall as him yet somehow lankier. It, not by virtue of gender distribution but by virtue of amalgamation, stands in front of him. The sounds coming from it are awful. He sees his brothers faces. One is screaming a defiant war cry, summoning his courage in the face of his death yet he never dies. He sees the face of another brother sobbing. No words come from him. His tears are made of oil and blood. Water floods from his mouth, the oceans of Kamino pouring from his open maw in a wave and a waterfall at the same time.

He sees a droid. The neck of the clanker is barely attached to the body. He hears it babble “roger roger” over and over, sparks flying from the severed wires reminiscent of veins. To the left side of it, he sees another droid head, one of the larger battle droids. Its babbling provides depth to the piping, making the song reverberate inside of Luc’s bones.

Another head is behind the other four. He can’t see it, but he knows it’s human. Not like him. Old and withered, charred beyond belief and scarred. It has horns, it has tattoos, it has a mask, it has a cloak. He thinks it’s the one physically playing the pipes. He wonders. Is that head just the Sith? Or would he find the likeness of politicians on it?

It has so many hands. Most wield blasters or rotary guns, some are droid arms with weapon implants. He sees lightsabers, red and blue and green, a variety of colors, swinging. Some clap politely as if they’re listening to a speech. The smell of burnt flesh fills the air. Luc knows when he wakes the smell will never leave him.

The music doesn’t just come from the one face. Each one provides their own part, adding a horrible depth, one in any other circumstance would be a cacophony. Yet it blends together to provide the awful tune. The rushing water and droids beeping and scream of rage and politicians clamoring blends together in this awful piping sound.

He tries to scream. All five heads tilt in unison. A snarl fills the air but not from him or the War. The snarl is like that of an animal trying to claw its way from inside a humanoid throat. The War turns. Luc can’t see what It regards. He can hear the crackle of a lightsaber, of a blaster. He can smell blood. He can’t explain it, but it smells like the blood of the innocent and the blood of the wicked. The energy rolling off of it makes his head spin. Senseless. Needless. Whatever ever it is, it is built on violence and carnage that need not have happened. It is a conglomerate of rage with no place to go but out, rage so strong no bottle or morals can contain it any longer. It is violence for the sake of violence. The War has its purpose, it can be traced to creators. This thing... It’s not an animal, it’s too human and clever to be an animal. Its rage is too random to be an animal.

The War’s mouths all open at once. Luc closes his eyes. He wishes he could cover his ears, but he knows it wouldn’t do any good. All he can listen to is the piping and the all too-human noises of senseless fury. He doesn’t understand what they say, but he knows when they reach an agreement.

Everything goes black.

The first thing he becomes aware of is sound. Luc hears voices. He wants to reach out to them, but he can’t. His arm won’t work. Nothing in his body seems to work.

The scream of metal makes him want to vomit. Luc feels pain unlike what he’s ever felt before to the point where his world is nothing but that pain.

“Luc.” General Lanel’s voice is close. “Luc, I’m getting you out of here. I’ve got you.”

“Coria.” Is that General Kenobi’s voice? “I don’t think-”

“Trust me!” An edge of rage creeps into Coria’s voice. She reaches out and touches Luc. He doesn’t know where, he thinks from his shoulder. “Luc, this is going to hurt. I’m sorry.”

He screams.

The next thing he becomes aware of is the smell of bacta. It surrounds him entirely. Something is on his face. A mask of some sort, he thinks. Luc moves his left arm to try and grab it, but he can’t. He doesn’t even feel his shoulder swing. He feels bones rotate within its socket, but he can’t feel anything else. Panic surges through him. He snatches the mask off with his right hand and forces his way to the surface.

“Commander!” Dreamer, he thinks it’s the voice of his medic at least, yells. “Luc, don’t. You can’t-”

He slips back into the tank before he even gets his neck over the edge.

Luc is lucky to be alive. At least, Dreamer tells him so. Cody tells him so. General Kenobi even says so. Luc doesn’t feel so lucky. As a matter of fact, for once, he feels the opposite of his name. He’s cursed. He should not be alive; he should be dead with so many of his men.

They give him a new arm. It doesn’t feel right. He doubts it ever well. Forty percent of his abdomen is now metal and wires and scar tissue. One beam split him into five pieces. A line of machinery runs through his navel, from one side to the other. It’s not a straight line but jagged, starting at his left hip and going to just underneath the right side of his ribcage. Another runs slightly crooked to that, cutting his left shoulder to right hip.

He’s lucky to be alive. Lucky. The word, his name, spins around in his head. He hates it. He hates the word, the meaning, the implication. He resents it. The fury blazes inside of him as Dreamer carefully explains everything he needs to do to get his body back into working order. He wishes he could burn a single word alive.

He fucking hates Coria. He hates her more than he hates the word. She’s the fucking reason he’s alive.

“She held you together with the Force.” Dreamer explains as he wipes blood away from the juncture of Luc’s mechanical arm and fleshy shoulder. “You shouldn’t be alive. She kept your guts from spilling out.” Dreamer lifts his head. Tears are in his eyes. “Luc, I saw your lungs. Your body didn’t fit together so I saw your lungs. You were still breathing.” He chokes. “You were in five pieces, and she kept you alive.”

Dreamer looks away, clearly too overcome with emotion. Luc doesn’t say anything. What can he say? He wishes he died? This isn't a fucking life. What good can he do when he’s five pieces of a man fit together like a goddamn jigsaw puzzle?

General Lanels visits him.

She stands at the edge of his bed. Luc can’t sleep. Between the constant pain and nightmares, sleep is impossible.

She watches him. He glares back at her.

“I fucking hate you.”

“I know.”

“What the fuck did you do to me? Why would you do this to me?” Luc’s words tumble from him. “You’re fucking sick in the head, you know that? You’re a goddamn monster. I bet you got off playing Maker there. I should have died! I should be dead, and you... You fucking bitch! You’re a cunt and a murderer and I never should have met you. You should have died in the Chopani sector. You’re a waste of space and mother’s love. I should strangle you right now.” He trails off into a laugh. It’s unhinged and broken. He can’t stop it. The laugh won’t stop. He couldn’t prevent it if he tried.

General Lanels doesn’t say anything. His meager cot creaks as she takes a seat on the end of it. She stays silent until his laughter stops.

“You saw the Piper.” It’s not a question but a statement. General Lanels looks at him. “I never met him. That’s not my role. My fate.” She purses her lips together. She dips her head and laughs. The noise she lets out sounds just as crazed as his but controlled. It’s no more than a few seconds. Somehow, hers is more bitter than his.

“It’s not funny.”

“It’s not.” She turns her head towards him. “For what it’s worth, I don’t think I marked you. My slaughter isn’t...” She takes a deep breath. “I’m senseless violence. You’re the War. We’re born of the same thing, you and I. But we’re not the same.”

“No shit.”

General Lanels shifts. He watches her, wary. She unravels her robes and then her tunic. Underneath the moon glow, he sees scars. They litter her body like constellations. One stands out to his eyes. Well, it’s a set. They run parallel to her spine, one on either side. Luc knows whatever it was cut her like the beam cut him. He can see her lying on the ground of Chopani, body split into three pieces.

How does he know that? How did he know about Chopani? How does he know she died there, covered in dirt and mud and blood, her own and others?

“I’m not made of what you are now.” She fixes her tunic once more. “I use this war so I don’t... It helps me control what I am. I’m not perfect. I’m better than I could be, though.” Coria looks at him. She’s not General Lanels in this moment but something else. He can almost seem repressed and bottled rage underneath her skin. He thinks of her veins shattering. Luc can see it, the memory of her destroying that droid now different. He knows the fury in her veins ripped her apart, and in turn, she ripped everything around her into pieces.

“We’re not the same.” Luc doesn’t snarl. Instead, he stares at her. He still hates her, could kill her in this moment. Something stays his hand. He thinks it’s recognition. She’s not him, but she’s the closest thing to him he’ll ever meet.

“If it helps, you’ll die when this war does.” Coria doesn’t look at him. “I don’t know when it’ll happen, but I know it will.”

Luc doesn’t say anything. It’s a comfort to know he will die. He wasn’t sure he could anymore.

“I hope you’re ripped apart.”

Coria laughs.

“I think I will be.”

They don’t say another word to each other. Instead, they sit together in the shitty tent. Luc still hates her, resents her for saving him. He can’t bring himself to act on it, though. If he did, who else would he have like him?

He doesn’t know what he is anymore, but at least he isn’t alone.

#Cassandra writes #OC: Coria Lanels #OC: Luc #Gore tw #tw sucidal ideation #PTSD tw

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