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vibratingskull · 5 months

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I HAVE TO SHARE THIS BCS THRAWN

also hellurr hope you’re alright 👀

So I’m a bit of a history nerd and the Empire in the Ahsoka series is giving me strong Roman Empire vibes. Bear with me image Thrawn as the Emperor and you’re his Empress, you’re aware of him having some private time in the evening watching some girls making out and doing more sometimes. A bit like Jabba on Tatooine, however Thrawn is always loyal to you and would never engage in serious activities with the girls.

However he isn’t the only one who enjoys these activities, you enjoy them as well and tend to join him during these nights like some Emperors did in ancient Rome. He wouldn’t even necessarily tell the other girls to leave he’d simply have you in his “fun” room not caring about anything else as he’d have his way with you. Istg Thrawn is doing things to me. 🫠

Emperor Thrawn you say... 🤔 🤭

ThrawnxF!reader

Tags: Smut, p in v, creampie, bulge, dacryphilia, pet names (good girl, Empress,...), light breeding kink

You lazily yawn.

You’re so sleepy right now… Ulertepi’s hands are doing wonders on your body.

“Do I please you, Mistress?” She asks.

You moan, nodding. She’s the best at giving massages, you could fall asleep right now. The young Twi’leks caresses your body with oil and perfume, applying pressure and grazing your sweet spots on your back.

“You have the hands of a fairy…” You let out in a daze.

You sigh, today again Thrawn is away on campaigns, leaving you alone to rule the Empire. You had enough of your solitude and got down to the Bath House of the Palace to enjoy some company. On another chaise lounge a Togruta and a Twi’lek are embracing each other in an intimate dance of caress and touches, on the couch a human girl and a Mirialan are beyond the caress stage and are engaging in a passionate coitus, two or three other groups of slaves are around the Bath House, in pools or chairs, enjoying each other for the pleasure of their Empress.

With the snap of a finger your glass is refilled with an expensive wine. You savor it, listening to the couple's moans like music.

“When do you think he will come back?” You lament.

“I don’t know, Mistress.” Ulertepi responds.

“He’s always away on campaigns, he’s never at the Palace for more than one week. It’s like I married a ghost.” you complain.

“I am sorry, Mistress.”

“I am the saddest woman in the universe…”

“Your cross is the heaviest of them all.” She has the presence of mind to agree with you.

She knows better than to upset and contradict you.

“My Empress?” a voice call to you.

“Mmmmmmmh?”

“Heads of the Council want to see you.” Rivihk informs you.

You snarl, can’t you be alone for five minutes?

“What do they want?” You grouch.

“They want to discuss with you about an heir and succession.”

Thrawn’s not good at politics. So it falls on you to rule the court and the State while he’s out conquering new worlds. He sometimes chimes in when something goes against his morals, but you’re pretty free to rule as it pleases you. You still had to circle yourself with a Council to manage everything, but they are also real pains in the ass.

“They will understand I cannot do much about it without my husband around.” You growl.

“They ask you to discuss it with him when he comes back.”

“What do they think I’m doing exactly? I know what the state needs, of course I’m asking him for an heir. But he hasn’t complied until now.“

“The Council may have a solution for this… problem.” He announces, by his tone you can say he isn’t on board with the solution in question.

You turn your head towards him, annoyed. Who they think they are to tell you what to do and order you around. Next to Rivihk stands a young male slave Pantoran of the exact same shade of blue as Thrawn but with your eyes and hair color. You look at them black, waiting to see if he will have the balls to expose their very clear plan.

“This is Acyyr Ju, they…” He gulps, weighing his words “They think he would be a good progenitor.”

The scream you hit them with will be recorded in the archives.

“Out! Out! I should have you all beheaded! Disappear from my sight!”

They both flee without further ado as you throw anything you can grab at them. If you had decent attire under that thin towel you would have pursued them with a blade for the insult. You scream at the top of your lungs. Rats! Vermin! You conducting orgies doesn’t mean you’re ready to cheat on your husband!

Across the room all the couples have stopped their caresses, to stun to do otherwise.

“Resume!” You order them, enraged “Ulertepi, I never told you to stop massaging me, girl!”

Bunch of idiots! If you knew you would have to compose with them you wouldn’t have asked Thrawn for the crown that much. The assumption of power was really a you thing, he did it for you. When Emperor Palpatine finally died he came back from nowhere, slayed the young New Republic in its infancy and brought the crown to you. Like he promised you long ago, well before his exile.

He’s a man true to his words.

Unless when it comes to spending time with you, he’s always on the move with his fleets.

That is one of the downsides of power.

You feel deliciously large warm hands on your body.

Those are delectable but they are not Ulertepi’s hands. You look over your shoulder ready to shout again only to meet a burning red gaze.

“Thrawn!” You exclaim full of joy.

“How is my Empress doing?” He asks with a light smile.

He’s in full emperor gears, uniform and fur cape in this steamy atmosphere. You wonder how he can even stand in the room without passing out. But he wears it so, so well… You can’t help but lick your lips.

One day you will have him fuck you in this gear.

“Annoyed, she is surrounded by idiots.”

“As I saw.”

“You’ve been here a long time?” You ask, surprised.

“Enough to witness the scene, I was observing you from the other doorway.”

His hand travels to your tummy, caressing it tenderly.

“I’m sorry you had to witness that.”

“It is okay.” He nuzzles your noses, “But Rivihk was not at fault here. A messenger cannot be punished for the message it delivers.”

You can’t believe he just witnessed someone proposing you to cheat on him and he worries about the servant.

“I missed you!” You coo, feeling yourself melt under his touch. “You’re always away for so long!”

He finally leans forwards to kiss you. You moan against his lips just like you know he loves.

“I see you have found a use for my personnel while I was away.” He parts with you gesturing to the orgy of slaves in the room.

“Yes… I am so alone when you’re away, I wanted some warmth.”

“Did you…” He lowers his tone darkly, hypnotizing eyes in yours “See one of them in my absence?”

You remain mute in surprise, but you relax seeing his amused smile. He’s playing with you.

“No.” You chuckle “Of course I didn’t.”

“You can, you know.” He puts his forehead to yours “As long as you invite me to watch.”

“I know you love to watch.” You peck his cheek.

He does love to watch people having sex, especially girls. He never joins any of them, remaining on his armchair with a glass of alcohol slouching like a lazy king.

But he’s more than a king.

He’s an Emperor.

Your Emperor.

“I think I would like that. Seeing you getting railed by others, that must be a sight to watch.”

You never considered joining the orgy either. You prefer to sit on his laps, sharing the glass and peppering him with kisses and little attentions.

“I will think about it. Maybe for your starday…” You promise with a sultry voice.

He starts purring as you kiss the corner of his lips. He captures your lips again, his hand traveling your back to the strap of your bikini that he unclips with practiced ease.

“Thrawn! How dare!” You gasp with surprise and false modesty.

“Is it not you who complain about being married to a ghost?” He bites back.

Oops, he was already here?

“I’m sorry.” You pout.

“Do not be. I am here finally, let us make the most of it.”

He lets his cape fall to the ground with a sweeping shoulders move before pushing you back on the chair with his hot body, pulling on your bikini top to get rid of it. He kisses you with a deep purring, your tongues meeting to dance and hug. You undulate your body under him, entangling your legs, digging your nails in the fabric of his uniform, growling. He chuckles in the kiss.

“So… About the heir.” He starts, “I figure it is time we get up to it?”

“You don’t have to listen to those jackasses if you’re not ready.” You reassure him.

“No, it has been some time since I thought about putting a baby in this womb. This is as good a time as any.” He leans in to sneak in your ear, “I cannot take the risk of you getting behind my back, now can I?”

“Thrawn!” You exclaim, indignant.

Why is everyone alluding to you being a cheater today?

But he just smiles, he’s just having his fun picking on you, getting you flustered.

That man, you swear…

“I cannot have the council of my wife think I am impotent. What kind of an Emperor would I be?” He continues, lowering himself between your legs.

“Thrawn, they are just idiots. Don’t listen to them. I will have them punished first hour of the day tomorrow for what they insinuated about you, I-Ah!” You’re cut off by the flat of his tongue against your clothed cunt.

He hooked your pantie to the side and kisses your inner thighs with love.

“You are always protecting my honor, my love. My Cha’cah. I could not have dreamed of a better Empress.” He blows on your exposed pussy, sending shiver to your spine “Now, what do you say we give them a little spectacle? Show them how it is properly done?”

“Is it not their whole job to fuck for us?” You ask, trembling under his touch as he parts your pussylips with two fingers.

“Yes but I must show them how to fuck you good. I want a good show for my starday.” He grins carnivorously and dive between your legs.

He takes a big sloppy lap at your cunny, sucking and licking across your clit like a lollipop, prompting you to throw your head back in pure ecstasy. You yelp, helpless under his assault. Like everything about him, he is meticulous and precise, leaving no area of your pussy untouched, probing your entrance with the tip of his tongue, massaging your thighs with his large hands, keeping them wide apart to lick you better. You wave your body against his mouth. He always makes you see stars when he eats you out like that.

“Oh Maker, Thrawn…” You mewl.

He growls approvingly in responses, he loves hearing your pleasure out loud so you give him a performance. You hold his head between your legs, running your fingers in his hair as you feel your pussy and abdominals contract under the pleasurable assaults. He always loved to eat you out, that’s his selfish pleasure to have you come undone for him with only his tongue.

It makes him feel powerful.

Your pussy is leaking and he drinks it up like wine, making all the most obscenes noises to turn you on and it works.

A bit too well.

You feel yourself trembling, shaking and your sex convulsing until you suddenly squirt in his mouth. You let you fall down on the pillows with a “oof.”

“I love it so much when you squirt in my mouth like that.” He lets you know, licking his lips clean, your essence dripping off his chin.

He wastes no drops.

“I know.” You giggle, a bit tired by your orgasm “I just wished I had more control over it to give it to you each time.”

“Now, now, you would be spoiling me too much, cha’cah.”

He stands on his knees to get rid of his uniform, opening his jacket. You raise up to free his erection of its painful prison. He throws his shirt somewhere in the room before taking your hands off his cock.

“Will you let me taste it one day?” You ask a bit annoyed to get deprived of it each time.

“Of course, my love.” He purrs deeply, peppering kisses on your face. “But not today, we cannot waste any drops while trying for a little one.”

You pout, unresponsive to his advances.

“You promise?” You want to see him come undone with your mouth alone too, it’s not fair he only gets to do it.

“I promise, cha’cah.” He smiles mischievously.

He’s on you immediately, pressing your hots and bothered bodies together. You feel his dick poking your side and you slide your hand to pump it a bit. He lets a satisfied gasp at your cooler hand on his very warm shaft.

“Open your legs for me.” He lowly growls.

You open them wide for your lovely husband. He aligns his well endowed cock with your entrance. He’s gonna stretch you out so much, he always does…

He enters you gently, talking you through it.

“There, take all of me.” He coos

You open your mouth round as he does stretch you out as predicted.

“You are so good for me, always taking what I offer.” He nibbles your ear.

Once he is buried to the hilt he remains unmoving, letting you time to adjust to his size. You feel each muscle working to welcome his huge dimension inside your poor little pussy.

“That is it, relax my cha’cah. You always manage to take me whole, it is gonna be okay.”

You just nod with a gasped sob.

He’s so massive…

You train your pussy with toys but none feels like him. Only he can make you feel like that.

You look up at the bulge in your tummy. It turns you on so much.

“Are you ready?”

“Yes.” You moan.

He starts rocking his hips, very gently at first but soon installs a rapid, merciless pace of deep thrust reaching the most profound parts of your being. You feel his tip hitting your cervix with such ease and the only thing you can do is take it. He could break you in half without so much as thinking about it!

He uses your poor pussy like a fleshlight, a toy for his amusement, but damn if it isn’t pleasurable to you. You shout mute cries and choked gasp letting him abuse your body, his massive stature shielding you completely.

You always liked your men bigs, but Thrawn immediately hitted differently. You became obsessed with only one night. He’s just made like that…

“Good girl. My Empress. My cha’cah…” He punctuates each pet name with a devastating thrust, sending you overboard.

“Ah! Thrawn!” You whine for him, enticing him, turning him insane.

“I know, cha’cah, I know. Do not fight it. Come for me.”

You spasm and shake violently before coming in a spectacle of fireworks and white lights, your toes curling deliciously.

“Oh my, you came really hard this time.” He sounds so pleased with himself.

You weakly nod, taking back your breath.

“Roll on your tummy for me, my love.” He purrs in your ear.

You tiredly oblige with a satisfied sigh.

“Hips in the air.” He orders.

You frown. He wants another round? But you’re so sore already…

”Thrawn, I don’t think I can…”

“Of course you can. You are a big girl, I know you can take everything.”

You groan, your face buried in the pillows and you raise your butt as he asked. He kneads it before giving it a slap.

You gasp, indignant. He just chuckles.

He enters you again, it’s easier with your former release and he quickly picks up the pace. He holds your arms in your back with only one hand, holding your hip with the other. You moan at each rock of his hips, letting you do anything it pleases him to your tired body.

“I must make sure you are satisfied.” He explains, “What if a younger man catches your eyes during your little show and you left me for him? I must prove to you I am still worth it.”

What’s this nonsense?

“Would you, my love? Leave me for a younger lover and leave your old man behind?”

“No!” You broke down crying, “No, I would never!”

Why does everyone assume things about you? What did you do to make them think that at all?

He fucks you through your tears, giving you so much pleasure you cry as much because you’re upset and because he gives you too much.

“I know you would never, my cha’cah. I know it.” He leans to lick one tear off your cheek, “You are mine alone.”

“Yes I am!” You almost shout, as much at him as to reassure yourself.

You are a lot of things, but not an unfaithful wife.

“You are the only one for me too. No other woman could compare to my Empress.” He purrs the title. “You deserve to be taken care off, to be loved and fucked properly. Only I can give you all of that.”

You shake by your sobs and the waves of pleasures.

“And I will give you a little one, like you always wanted.” He continues, barely breathless “Not because of those fools, but because you want a family. I cannot deny you any longer, my love. You will have the family you always desired.”

“Really?” You sob.

“Yes, my love. I will give you a little girl like we talked so much about, and I will give her so many siblings to play with.”

It’s a real mess on your face, so much tears and drool, your makeup ruined, as your spasming pussy. You exhale painfully, air knocked out of your lungs with the rutting his mighty hips, wondering how long you can still hold on without breaking even more.

“Thrawn, please come quick! I-I cant’...”

“Yes, cha’cah. Your desires are my commands.”

He violently pounds into you like a jackhammer bringing you over the edge, pushing you in the sea of pleasure, drowning you in sensations, the sounds of flesh hitting flesh, the moans of the other couples and his groans, the scent of sex, so strong, making you dizzy and his mighty hips slamming yours making your leaking pussy clench on his hard cock, trying to keep him inside desperately.

“Give it to me, good girl.” He simply orders in your ear like a secret.

You come hard again, feeling all your blood flowing down your puffy cunny spasmming painfully around him. You let out a cry, a shout of his name that resonates in the whole Bath House.

“Your tight pussy is strangling my cock.” He groans.

His hips action finally slows down to become erratic until he freezes down completely and cum inside you. Your pussy milk him for all his worth, til the very last drop and he remains inside you, kissing your back tenderly as he hunches over your form, folded in half.

You let out deep breaths, trying to calm down with a pounding heart. He purrs loudly behind you, inviting you to raise your bust and cuddle with him. You let him manipule your body with a weak yelp. He embraces your body and hugs you tight, peppering your face with kisses like a young lover entranced by his fiance. He holds your shoulders, caressing your side with his warm, large hand.

“Was that enough of a show?” You ask, exhausted.

“It was grandiose, my Empress.” He kisses your cheek fondly

He doesn’t slip out of you, keeping himself deep inside you as you straddle his laps, panting. You feel him hard still, does nothing tire him? You caress your bulged tummy dreamily.

“Do you think we did it?” you ask, full of wonders.

“If we did not, we will just keep trying. I can play that game all day long.”

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kthyg · 1 year

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ghoul. — (rhapsodies)

[SPECIAL INSTALMENT: (CHRISTMAS) RHAPSODIES]

pairing: ot7 x reader

rating: 13+

genre: tokyo ghoul au, soulmate au, fluff

disclaimer: this story is a work of fiction. descriptions of the BTS members in this story does not reflect nor portray them in real life. everything in this story only fits in imagination and does not apply outside of imagination.

warning: nothing much, just; domestic yoongi, domestic jin, lots of soft kisses, hugging, an emotional and sentimental moment with yoongi and his first love, cannibalism joke (just once from tae). japanese terms of endearment are used in this by jin and tae.

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note from winter 💌:

this is my first christmas fic - yeayy!! also this is just my poor excuse to be extra emotional and sentimental idk idk i want to give a nice scene for my ghoul babies bcs ik they wont hv a nice scene for some time in normal ver ha ah ha ah…

this instalment is the softest I've ever written...

its been a long time since I write a story based on a song. the last time was winter flower by younha ft rm, a story about a girl healing from depression but reached a point where she couldn't handle it anymore, suddenly wanting to end everything. it was a open ending story tho :) anddd now rhapsodies joins as the second story that is based on a song.

also, just a friendly reminder that rhapsodies is not sharing the same timeline as the released chapters of ghoul. if possible, its a future story but whatever information (such as relationship, places, etc...) in this instalment is valid for the alt story and main story :D

ok so i don’t really celebrate christmas but i think i kind of know the feeling (not 100% because i would love to celebrate holiday season with snow ;-;) because i have gone through it with my maternal relatives - i joined them during 2019’s christmas! 🫶🏻

I HOPE IT ISNT TOO LATE FOR A CHRISTMAS GIFT 🥹 (be nice w me this is the first time i've ever written a full fluff)

💌 what is winter listening to? : first love by bts (suga) & piano ver by smyang piano, first love by hikaru utada, christmas tree by v, my dearest by amalee (original by supercell).

📝 if you want to know more about this au, you can refer to lexicon & profiles. any other questions you can refer to me !!

dedication: to my first love.

Snow has been falling for days now, piling into a thick layer of what looked like shaved ice on almost everything. It was a special evening today; your squad, the Q squad was preparing to celebrate Christmas. You and Yoongi had invited the others; Taehyung, Jungkook, Hoseok, Namjoon, Jimin – your and Yoongi's soulmates, - Rosé, Mingyu, Minghao and Sunoo.

You sat comfortably and warmly in the company of the fireplace and your members, Jisoo, and Lisa, as the three of you decorated the Christmas tree. The pine tree that stood mightily in front of you was a real deal, all thanks to Namjoon.

When you told him you have always celebrated with the artificial one with your loyal friend, Somi, during your days in the Jeon Quarter, he immediately told you he would buy the real one just for you. He had done the same thing for Jungkook back then because unlike you, Jungkook couldn't even celebrate the festive season during his childhood.

You could've disagreed and told him to get the artificial one, but all your soulmates agreed with Namjoon before you could even voice your opinion and defeatedly accepted his decision. You couldn't stop him from doing things his way – The strong-headed Kim Namjoon.

The crackling fire sound was soothing to your ears. The warmth of the fire was very inviting for you to jump to the couch and wrap yourself with a blanket and a mug of hot chocolate providing extra warmth in your palm.

Curling into a ball, basking in the heavenly warmth on this cold day; you could always do that any other time. As you and your friends decorated the tree in meaningful silence, the doorbell rang, disrupting the silence.

"Can someone go get the door?" Jin yelled out the request from the kitchen.

Jisoo immediately got on her feet as she volunteered with a cheery smile, "On it!" But her smile was quick to fade once she reached the door and opened it as she mumbled in a boring tone. "Oh, it's you…"

Greeting with an equally boring tone, "Save the disappointment for another day, 'lil sis," Taehyung rolled his eyes. "I'm here for my lovers anyways."

"Who's at the door, Soo-ya?" You asked, making your way towards the door. Once you've seen the invited guest, you beamed, "Oh–! Hi, V."

"Hi, hime," he opened his arms as an invitation for you to slot in and you did. He smooched the crown of your head lovingly as the lovely nickname spilt from his lips warmed your cheeks.

"Come in," you broke the hug and ushered him to step in. "Jin's in the kitchen preparing food for tonight, and Yoongi's in his room."

"(Y/N)!" Jin called for you. "Can you help me here?"

"Be there in a second!" You responded and turned back to your soulmate with a welcoming smile, you told him, "Make yourself at home, Tae."

Once you were completely out of their vision, the silence was loud, "Don't get too comfortable," Jisoo narrowed her eyes at her brother.

"Stop being so hostile," he sighed deeply. "It's Christmas, for God's sake."

"Hostility is subjective," she retorted.

"It will be objective today or I'll have your half-human flesh as dinner tonight."

"Obscene!" She gasped out loud as her hand reached out to slap Taehyung's shoulder, offended.

"Jisoo, the Christmas tree isn't going to decorate itself!" Lisa shouted from the living room.

"Of course it won't, Lisa!" She huffed but obliged either way as she turned towards to living room, continuing decorating the Christmas tree.

The kitchen was filled with the heavenly and divine smell of delicious meals being cooked. Jin multitasked his way through the kitchen since the afternoon. Yoongi has been helping him but he retreated to his room after some time now.

"Hey, kareshi," your arms snaked around his waist as you hugged him from the back, chin resting on his shoulder as you asked, "What do you need help with?"

"Hello, kanojo," his thumb brushed across the skin of your hand that was wrapped around his waist lovingly and softly. "Who was that?"

"It's Taehyung," you told him.

"He's early," he mused to himself. He turned around to face you as he rested his arms on your shoulders, lazily slinging them around you. "Can you help me with the chicken?"

"Of course," you smiled.

Jin lowered his face, killing the distance between your face and his as he placed a quick kiss on your lips. It was a short moment of two lips having contacted but the heat still flared up to your cheeks and your stomach filled with butterflies.

"It won't be long; you can check on Yoongi in his room after you're done."

You stifled a giggle with a frown, "I didn't even tell you I was going to check on him."

"Soulmate instinct," he winked at you and stole yet another kiss from you. This time he remained a bit longer. No tongues were involved as it was purely lips-to-lips interaction but were enough to be a very meaningful kiss.

A frown on his temple, fingers cupping his chin as Jungkook pondered. He and Namjoon were on their way to Yoongi's squad apartment but decided to stop by the 5th ward mall because Jungkook decided to buy a present for you. He knew you had told all of them to not buy you anything, but he was never the one to listen, so here he was.

"What should I give (Y/N) for Christmas?" Jungkook asked his companion as they walked into the mall. The mall was decorated with Christmas lights, trees, and all other related decorations. The branded stores also decorated up to the session and released brand new items to fit into the festive session.

"A lingerie?" Namjoon suggested mindlessly.

"What the fuck, hyung." Again, a deep frown found its place on Jungkook's forehead at his soulmate's idea.

"It's a suggestion." He shrugged.

"Well, what do I buy her lingerie for?" The younger cast cursory glances at the stores. Feet had their own mind as Jungkook walked to wherever his feet took him, and Namjoon followed suit.

Having a late realisation, Jungkook's eyes widened, "Are you hinting I should fuck her tonight? At Yoongi's apartment?"

Namjoon gave his soulmate a side glance, "Not a bad idea?" then he shrugged, "I would prefer calling it love making though, since it's Christmas."

Jungkook let silence be the language between them as they continued to stroll around the mall until there was nothing to be explored but as if the brain had relied on the conversation they just shared, their feet stopped in front of a lingerie store.

"Maybe it's not a bad idea after all."

"Told you." And Namjoon walked into the store with Jungkook trailing behind.

"Jimin put that down."

Hoseok's deep voice burst Jimin's little bubble of fantasy as he glared at the younger. "What? Hyung, no," he flashed his soulmate the white fluffy tail butt plug and a pair of white fur cat ears. "This is cute!"

The other only gave him a dirty look, "You're just kinky."

Jimin had heard that almost every time, he was shameless and immune to it. 'Kinky' has probably become a compliment for him now. He would be more than proud if someone called him so.

"You would like it if it's on (Y/N)," you would definitely look cute in this, no doubt.

The tail-like butt plug inserted in your arsehole, leaving your pussy dripping with wetness, and the cute cat ears to match the tail. You'd look so pliant and submissive, and with that costume, it would give an extra hardness, extra adrenaline rush, blood rush down to their cocks–

"Or unless you'd like it on you?"

Flabbergasted, heat rushed to Hoseok's face both from embarrassment (for thinking about you in a public setting and popping a boner) and humiliation (from Jimin's sexual innuendo), "Hah – whatthefuck, shut up Jimin!"

"That's what I thought," he has a smug grin tugging on his lips.

"Thank you for purchasing!"

What.

"Jimin!" No way he actually bought it.

Well, you'd look cute either way.

Yoongi wasn't in his room.

And when that happened, he could only be in one place. You stood in front of the door – the door to the space where he found solace at any time given.

You have been in there with him occasionally. The two of you would sit in silence, content with just the presence of each other as the bright stars in the dark sky became the only source of entertainment most of the time you and him were in the room.

On rare occasions, Yoongi would sit on the brown piano, you next to him and play you a piece that never told you the name of it even when you had asked about it. He would brush the question away with a kiss on your temple and the same word "Untitled".

And right before you, the sound of the 'Untitled' piece was playing. Your hand reached to knock on the door, "Yoongi?"

"Kitten," his voice was mellow as he answered you. "Come in."

Stepping in, you took in your surroundings. It was the same as when you last saw it. There wasn't much to keep a tab on the room except for the brown piano that settled on one side of the corner, the only furniture in this spacious room of nostalgia – as Yoongi would call it. "What are you doing here alone?"

"I'm not alone," he told you. He was sitting on the piano stool as his fingers rested in between the keys. "I'm with my first love." He looked at the piano fondly before he brought his gaze to you with equal, or if could, greater fondness.

"First love?" You asked as you approached him. The room was dark with no source of light except for the sun outside. The sun was slipping, creating a glorious conflagration that blazed fiery colours. They appeared silky, smooth combinations of red, yellow, and blue in the sky that illuminated the room, colouring it like the sky.

"The piano," his hand reached out to take yours in his, guiding you towards the seat next to him. "The first thing I learn to love."

Placing your fingers delicately on the piano keys, you pressed the keys of Yoongi's favourite piece, the one he named 'Untitled'. You didn't play it until the end although you did remember the whole piece just from listening to him playing it. Reaching the last note of the piece, your fingers retreated from the keys. "Do you want to tell me about your first love story?"

Your voice has always been so soft, delicate, and mellow. Who was Yoongi to reject your request? Maybe it was the time you knew the meaning behind the piece you had just played that you learned by heart from him. Chuckling, his fingers started to move around the keys as he silently answered your request.

"From the corner of my memory, in the corner of my childhood house," fingers leisurely hit the keys. "A piano was there."

"Hmm?" Your fingers joined his on the keys, as you played to harmonise with him. "What colour was it?"

"Brown," he breathed out. "A brown piano settled on one side."

He continued, "I remember that moment, where I was barely any taller than the brown piano. I looked up to it, because of my height but also because I was in awe. I yearned for it the moment I had touched it my little fingers."

"It felt nice, I told my mom." His fingers pressed on the last notes before changing to another key. "I was content. Just from looking at it. It felt so nice that I played, however, my fingers wanted and even then, I still didn't know its significance."

"It's nice that you know your first love even as a child."

"What's your first love, kitten?" He asked, fingers still on the keys.

Yours too, on the white jade-like keys, as you answered him, eyes closed. "Us."

You continued, "I didn't understand the concept of first love back then, but my parents could easily be my first love, but I know I love them from the moment I was brought to this world. I didn't learn to love them because by default, I have already loved them. They were my unconditional love."

Your fingers paused mid-air, "First love," resumed, "It can be interpreted in many ways,"

The first time you learn how to truly love,

The first time you love,

The first time you felt truly loved,

The first time you are loved,

The first time experiencing the true definition of love.

"But it will always have the same impact; unforgettable and irreplaceable."

"True," Yoongi agreed softly, the soulful melody still filling the room.

The mellow sound that came from the graceful movements of Yoongi's fingers on the piano continued to become honey to your ears. Your fingers were now placed on your lap as you let your lover play the black and whites on his own.

You turned to look at him, to take in his beautiful side profile. His skin was glowing. His eyes were closed as he focused on letting his digits work their wonders on the eighty-eight.

He looked stunning.

Sometimes, less was more, and you didn't need to elaborate more on Yoongi's majestic presence.

Ethereal.

"First love isn't always sunshine and rainbows," he told you once he finally opened his eyes, his fingers had stopped, leaving the last note he had pressed echoing around the room. "Back then during my elementary school days, I remember, I was finally taller than the piano."

"But dust was piling on top of the white jade-like keys. I neglected it when I yearned for it so much. I still failed to see its significance," his fingers were like a feather as he ghosted his fingertips on the keys.

Melancholy as he continued, "Until a day came that marked the last day of the piano."

"Don't feel sorry for not recognising the significance or recognising it late," you told him.

Your fingers raised in the air and were softly placed on the right keys as you pressed. Fingers had their own mind as they danced on the black and whites, continuing where he had left. "Don't worry even if I leave. You will do well on your own. Though it is an end to our relationship, greet me happily when we meet again, no matter in what form."

Yoongi looked at you with acute nostalgia. One hand of yours left the bar of whites and blacks as you reached for his hand, "Let's give a proper greeting to your first love."

The brown piano that stood mightily in front of you was the exact brand of piano Yoongi had back then. It might not be the original form of his first love, but in whatever form a piano could be, it will still be the first love of Yoongi.

"Let's finish this piece together."

Even though I was gone for a long time,

Without repulsion,

You accepted me.

His fingers picked up where they had left as he confessed, "You may not be my first love, but you and the others will always be my eternal love. The people I loved, love and will love for eternity."

Even when I pushed you away,

Even when I resented meeting you,

You were firmly by my side.

"I wish to love you the way of my first love, I want to love you every day."

So don't ever let go of my hand.

I won't let you go ever again either.

"If there comes a day where we have to end everything the eight of us share, I wish to continue loving you, every day until my days end."

The two of you hit the last keys, and as if feathers, fingers were lifted slowly and smoothly from the keys. The piece came to an end. It came to a meaningful end. An end that filled with so many emotions. Conflicted at first but harmonised in the end.

"I love you, (Y/N)."

"I love you too, with all of me."

The sun slipped completely away from the horizon as the light on the sky was then replaced with clouds of dust of bright, shining stars;

A kiss sealed the vow.

–

The food was almost done by the time you entered the kitchen with Yoongi. Jin was preparing the plates and utensils along with the dishes to be put on the table with the help of his younger sister and Lisa. You and Yoongi joined them to help but Jin shook his head and said that everything was almost done and asked the two of you to accompany Taehyung into the living room.

When your feet strode towards the living room, the doorbell suddenly rang again, making you halt in your steps along with Yoongi as you looked at him, "I think that's the remaining guests," you motioned him to sit with Taehyung as you walked towards the door. "Let me get the door."

Once you twisted the doorknob to open, you were greeted with two figures, both having muscular build and cute faces, carrying almost the same aura had you not known these guys like the back of your hand.

Namjoon was the first to greet you as he pulled you into a hug, "Merry Christmas, princess," he kissed your cheeks before going for your lips. You savoured the feeling of his plush lips on yours.

He pulled back and said, "Apologies for our delay."

Jungkook was quick to lock you into a tight hug and cradle your head in his arms. You returned his hug with equal enthusiasm before replying to Namjoon, "No, don't worry. You guys are not late at all," you broke the hug, much to Jungkook's displeasure as he whined at the loss of warm contact.

"Plus, Jinnie just finished cooking," you added.

The sound of a car's nearing the neighbourhood made Jungkook whip his head towards that direction. Recognising the car and the wild skill of driving (no value for both life and the car; Jimin), he said, "I think that's Jimin and Hoseok."

The three of you watched as Jimin safely and perfectly parallel-parked his car next to Taehyung's. Hoseok got out of the car and appeared to be nagging about something as his mouth danced at a fast pace with a frown etched on his forehead.

Probably nagging at Jimin, again, for his reckless driving.

When Hoseok neared the entrance where you, Namjoon, and Jungkook stood, his eyes shone with bright felicity as he waved enthusiastically in your direction. His lips could practically be seen as a lovely heart shape with perfectly aligned teeth to complement his charming look.

"My lady," He reached for your hand to kiss your knuckles. "Hello, lovely ladybug."

"Hello, Hobi," you gave his cheek a quick peck before he moved on to greet his other soulmates with the same gesture.

"Doll," Jimin was like a wind as one second, he was right behind Hoseok and the next second, he was already in front of you while his arms snaked around your waist, locking them to leave no room for space between you and him. His nose caressed yours before his pillowy lips lowered down to seal a kiss with your lips.

Pulling away at a small distance, breath mingled with his as you wished him, "Merry Christmas, prince charming," and he took your lips on his again. Your arms wrapped around his neck, pulling him closer.

After some moment, you pulled away – because you knew he wouldn't – to let him greet his other soulmates. Just like Hoseok, Jimin was a fair and equal person as he kissed the others as well. When you thought no one else was coming, a female figure was approaching, and it was a figure you knew so well.

"Rosie, my favourite flower!" You ran towards her with a gleeful smile. Arms opened as an invitation for her to intertwine and exchange body heat with you.

Finally reaching you, she wrapped you with her winter coat, "(Y/N), my favourite person!"

"You walked here?"

She nodded, "The distance between R squad house and Q's is not that far, you know that!"

Giggling, you broke the hug and walked her towards the door where all your soulmates have been watching your interaction with Jimin's younger sister. Once you reached them, Jimin snatched– pulled you to his side – to which Rosie rolled her eyes at her brother's unspoken possessive act.

"Ahem," a voice interrupted.

"Gyu!" A gasp escaped your throat once your eyes landed on the newcomer – or newcomers, plural because he wasn't alone. "I thought you wouldn't come."

Another figure approached your crowd, and you couldn't help but smile once you saw who it was. It has been so long since you've seen them because Gyu's squad was assigned to a mission in China. Minghao reached out to you for a greeting hug as jested on his soulmate, "He? Wouldn't come? He was literally so excited when you sent us the invitation."

"Of course, I would come, lotus," Mingyu rolled his eyes at him and come to join your hug with Minghao. "I'm your life-time partner."

"We are partners," Minghao italicised. He then directed his full attention on you as he nuzzled his face in your neck. "I miss you, dainty lotus." Although the hug didn't last long because you were pulled away by none other than Jimin. Minghao was bewildered at the sudden loss of warmth, but Rosie patted his shoulder with a shake of her head, "Don't mind it."

Another voice entered the scene with sassiness, "Are you guys done yet?"

Sunoo walked to the door of the house. He had arrived shortly after Taehyung and helped Jin in the kitchen. He crossed his arms as he said, "Close the door because it's so freaking cold outside."

"Jeez, Sunoo," Minghao slung his arms around the younger's shoulders. "Cut that sassiness, it's Christmas!"

Rosé jumped on the duo cheerfully, "Right? Chill a bit," she said with a light tone.

"I am chill," he slapped Minghao's chest playfully. "Just close the door and get it you guys. It's freezing outside."

You chuckled before urging them to get warm inside. Jimin was still by your side as all of them walked towards the living room until he saw Taehyung on the couch. All your soulmates that have just newly come immediately greeted him. Jimin hogged him and smothered him with kisses on the face and one deep kiss on the lips. You watched the duo fondly. The eight of you might have shared a deep bond but maybe Jimin and Taehyung shared an even deeper bond with each other, and you admired it.

You saw Yoongi already making his way towards you and with expectant arms, you welcomed him into your embrace as he slotted in perfectly by your side. It brought back old memories where you had always thought Yoongi was a person that hates physical touch, though it was true to an extent because he was only touchy with his soulmates and especially with you but loathed having skin contact even the slightest with other than listed.

"Merry Christmas, guys," Jin walked into the living space as he greeted them one by one including your friends. The apron that he has been stuck with has finally been removed from his body and his clothes have changed. "Let's eat before the food gets cold."

You let yourself be situated in between Namjoon and Hoseok at the dining table and enjoyed the food Jin had cooked with so much love – helped by your members and Sunoo as well – The room was filled with chatter and laughter as the food goes down into everyone's stomach. They went from KCCG matters, as you asked Mingyu and Minghao about their mission in China – you knew they wouldn't have a difficult time in China given that Minghao knew the way around the country – to some random topic to not let an awkward silence fill in the room.

Before Christmas, all of them including you had made an astounding achievement that you would like to consider this Christmas celebration as a celebration not just for the festive season but also for them. Rosé and Tae's squads joined hands in the 2nd Wipe Out Operation conducted by Namjoon, S2 Squad; you, Jimin, Jungkook, Jin and Yoongi, was successful during the Owl Suppression Operation that was led by Hoseok, and the latest; Mingyu and Minghao's mission in China.

It has been a tough, hectic weeks, but everything was successful and everyone was safe as they returned in one piece. You were glad your soulmates were willing to celebrate Christmas along with your friends – especially Mingyu and Minghao. You knew your soulmates would very much want to celebrate this festive season with the company of eight, and that was why you were glad they had agreed to celebrate it together.

Also given that it was the first Christmas you got to celebrate with your soulmates.

The first Christmas where you get to celebrate with your loved ones, your first love.

The first Christmas you get to create lots of memorable memories with your loved ones.

It was the very first true Christmas you celebrated after your parents' death.

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Another Life / Dogma ~ Soul Mate AU

Summary: Dogma has always been completely loyal to the republic and to his training. His soulmate is very loyal to her ward, vowing to reject him just so whoever he is won’t distract her for her duty. Even without the bond both of you dip your toes into each other; you were made for each other all however Fate has a funny way of working itself out in the end.

Warning: Scars, Battle, Wounds, NSFW, Smut, PiV, 18+, cannon typical violence, medical incidents

Word count: 11.2k

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Dogma's eye pulsed like it was trying to leap from the socket, he tapped into the link letting the eye show him your surroundings where you were. She's here... On Coruscant at the 79's. He closed the link, stopping mid step and placing his foot down. I know what I have to do, For the Republic.

"What is it Dogma?" Tup said noticing his brothers abrupt halt on the way back to the barracks.

"My soulmate... She's here."

Your friend had dragged you out to the overly loud clone bar to see her mate for a little while you both were on world, you hated the fact that you were dragged here but you were her loyalist guard and nothing ever got past you. You followed her to the back of the bar to the small side room inspecting it for anything before allowing her to go in with the privacy of her mate. Your eye started burning like someone had lit explosives under it.

"What is it?" She said quickly stepping out of the room.

"My mate... He's here... and coming," you gritted out, "Please remain in that room for the next hour, their is a bathroom," the pain in your eye started letting up, "I will lock the both of you inside until the pain is over."

"You don't have to do that for me," she complained.

"Your highness, my duty is to protect you. I promised you when we were kids if he ever came I would do what needed to be done to make sure nothing interfered. Now I must insist you go enjoy yours," you said winking at the trooper waiting for her, you heard her sigh but knew your mind was made up.

You closed the door and took your military grade lock and bolted the door shut, remaining firmly infront of the door with your hands folded together in waiting. You're eye pulsed and you grabbed your eye noticing the two soldiers walking in, one gripping his eye two. You let go of it and opened it seeing him stare at you and you at him. You felt the tug towards him, wanting to touch him and know him but you harden yourself against it.

"He's going to reject you," his friend blurted out.

"I was going to do the same," you said sticking out your hand offering your name taking in the perfect jawline, eyes and beautiful V face tattoo.

"Dogma," he said taking the hand, shaking it feeling the familiar roughness of a soldier. She's made for me, his mind screamed.

"I have a duty to my planet, I hope you forgive me. Dogma, I reject you as my soul mate."

"And I reject you due to my loyalty to the Republic."

Everything in you broke, you read about what happens when you reject a soul mate link but nothing prepared you for the pain ripping through you. Your bones felt like they were breaking, shattering and ricocheting around your body. You fell back and stumbled full weight back into the door.

You heard Melissa calling your name is some faint corner of the breaking world, "It's just pain," you gritted out, "I'll survive."

Tup grabbed onto Dogma seeing a similar reaction, he watch the abnormal color of his soul link eye fade back into clone brown also seeing the color recede from your eye. Both eyes finally matching in color. He scowled shaking his head without getting a chance to meet her, he knew they were cosmically perfect for each other. Loyal, head strong and determined.

Your vision kept fading out but the sweet release of unconsciousness never came leaving you reeling in pain and hollowness, leaving a hole of nothingness. People often fell apart of their rejection succumbing to the permanent depths of depressions or having their mind break apart leaving them hollow shells. I will never falter in my duty. You forced yourself to stand infront of the door knowing there was still what seemed like endless minutes of agony left. You stretched both your arms out to the arch of the door using it to hold yourself up.

"I told you she was a fighter," Dogma gridded out, having Tup pull him up.

"And a hell of a lot stronger then you."

"He's plenty strong," you got out the pain finally starting to subside. You rested the back of your head on the door staring him. If he was meant for me he's plenty strong. In another life, I could have loved you and gotten to know how perfect you are for me. Your heart kept breaking with every passing thought feeling the sparks of the bond start to dwindle and the pain in your start to steady pulse in pain.

"Are you going to be okay?" Tup asked, "I can go grab a medic-"

"Do me a favor, just watch out for him for me. I'll be fine," you said your arms dropping to your sides.

Tup nodded, "I'm going to get him to med bay, it's standard protocol."

You nodded, "Goodbye, Dogma," you watched them retreat from the bar ignoring all of the eyes on you. I wonder if I'll ever see you again in another life.

Fate made it her mission to through but in your face every day that you terminated your bond, in took one week from that day for the war to reach your planet and the soldiers to deploy and you had to miserably see him in everyone of his brothers. The Princess tried to be more discreet with her mate but you told her you were fine even if felt like you were dead inside, hollow. I hope your keeping an eye on him. Several months after that defending the princess from a separatist assassin you took a vibroknife to the face in the same place as his tattoo. The king and the republic without haste paid for new cybernetic eye in thanks of your service.

Months after that the Princess had pulled you aside telling your the troops were switching out and that he was coming. She wanted you slump into the wall, your handing going to the scar that now permanently indented you and reminded you of him everyday you looked in the mirror. She knew you covered your mirrors and even switched out the showering stall to remove the reflection of the glass.

You pulled your hand away, "Is your mate joining? He is a kind soldier," you said turning the focus away from yourself.

"Father is actually paying for his release, he will be joining us... permanently."

"I look forward to protecting both of you."

"How you feeling Dogma?" Tup asked sitting in the empty bunk next to him, finding him yet again laying down staring at the ceiling. Between every assignment he's like this, broken, focuses on the mission but refusing to head to shore time so I'm left here babysitting him.

"You saw where we're heading next," he breathed, "We're heading straight to the capital... where she is."

"You're not mates anymore, Dogma. You have to pick yourself up at some point."

Dogma sat up and stared at him, "You don't know what it's like, a piece of you being gone, the... void that it leaves inside."

"You have to try, for her and yourself. I don't know what it's like you're right but I do know that fate's bringing you two back together for a reason; hopefully closure for both of you."

You stood at the Princess's side when the white and blue ships landed, her hands squeezed yours before releasing it. The doors of ships swung open and the soldiers marched out. Instinctively you took a step forward defensively in front of her.

"General Skywalker," you said extending your hand to the Jedi, "Welcome to Idora." You watched one trooper break ranks and run at the Princess, you smiled as they embraced. You watched the inner company of the 501st step forward following behind him. Seeing him. You didn't let recognition flash across your face as you moved down the line greeting each of them one by one. "If you all may follow me you'll be stationed with me at the inner guard wing."

"Your scar..." Anakin said looking between you and Dogma, feeling the broken bond.

"Completely unrelated, I took a vibro knife to the face when Dooku sent an assassin. I have no mate, Sir" you said continuing your walk keeping your eye on the Princess and her beloved as they pretended to escort all of you to the guards wings barely being able to keep their hands off each other.

"My room is one with burn marks," ironically also with a V, "Every other room is available, make yourselves at home," you excused yourselves shooing your them off to the Princess's room as to not make even more of a scene.

You wondered down the hall and sat on the balcony as the soldiers ruffled around moving gear and arms. Seeing someone sit besides you, you looked to find the solider who was with Dogma the night of the rejection.

"The name's Tup by the way," he said letting his feet dangle over the edge.

"How is he?" You asked the sadness if your voice slipping out.

"Lonely."

You nodded trying to swallow the clump forming in your throat, "At least he's alive," you said one tear falling down. Almost every night you sat on this ledge looking up into the stairs when conditions allowed wondering if he was still alive because you could no longer feel him.

"I'm not sure he'd agree. Rejection is worse then death."

Don't think I'd agree either, "Fate has made it miserable, so many reminders," you said letting your finger tips touch your scar before falling back into your lap.

"Yeah for him too. I didn't know fate could be this cruel."

"Breaking the most divine gift in the universe, I'm surprised she's being this kind."

"You should talk to him," Tup suggested, "It's not over until the banshee screams," he said patting your shoulder and getting up, "The soulmate bond is broke but you two could always try being friends," he said walking away staring at Dogma who was eaves dropping.

"I know your there," you muttered.

"I know," he said coming and taking the spot where Tup was, "It's a phantom sensation compared to what it was," Dogma extended his hand showing you his palm, "Remember when it snapped into place while you were cooking and burnt your palm, I got a matching one. I take it we both now have a couple more matching marks."

"When you fell during training, I elbowed glass and got the mark in the same place."

"Fate's taking this whole know your mates body like your own thing a little two literal," Dogma chuckled.

You joined him, his laugh soothing the awkwardness and tension. You glanced at him watching how at ease he looked, relaxed even compared to how Tup described him as of late. Dogma glanced at you at the scar, the twisted reminder of what could have been.

"It bugs you to look at doesn't it?" You asked looking back out to the court yard littered with ships.

"You're still beautiful."

"Consider yourself a beautiful man?" You attempted to crack a joke but it fell flat.

"I mean it."

"Thank you."

"Tup, is that?" Anakin whispered watching the two of you on the balcony.

"Yes, sir. I think it'll help them find closure."

"It's doing more then that."

"Excuse me?" He said looking frazzled.

"Nothing, let's go get something to eat."

Both of you sat there swapping stories about what happened since you two meet until late into the evening when the stars started twinkling in the sky.

You watched him lay back and stare up at them, "Hell of a view," he said.

"Yeah it is," for the first time in a long time the vastness of space didn't remind you how empty you were, you laid back tucking your arms under your head using them as uncomfortable pillows.

"You ever going to get your bunk set up," Jesse said lightly shoving him with his foot, "Excuse us ma'am."

"Coming, Lieutenant," Dogma said prying himself up, giving you a stiff nod.

You gave them a little salute wave. Probably for the best, I was getting way to comfortable, you thought with a small yawn. You sat up up taking your jacket off and rolled it up putting in under your head, That's better.

"Haven't seen you like this in forever," you heard the Melissa pur behind you.

"Tup said I should talk to him, I think it helped. Where's Sebastian?" You asked noticing her mate wasn't with her.

"Eating with his brother's, it's 'no place for a lady', apparently," she scowled.

You sat up tossing your jacket over your arm, "I'll go baby sit to make sure he doesn't say anything to damning about your lack of virtue," you said winking.

Melissa's face lid red, "I didn't even think of that."

"It's my job to worry," you reassured.

You walked into the makeshift mess promptly putting yourself next to Sebastian with a shit eating grin hearing the conversation about their bond, "Apparently you do need a baby sitter."

"She tell you to keep an eye on me?" He asked.

"It's my duty to know what you're both up too," you laughed, "Don't mind me."

"I don't think this is the place for a-"

"Call me a lady and we're stepping outside," you said pointing your fork at him.

"We can step outside," Dogma said without thinking, having enough of his brothers asking him about rejecting the bond and how it feels to be around you just wanted to get away.

The fork fell from your hand and clanked on the table. Everyone at the table was staring at the both of you. I am going to assume everyone knows.

"I didn't mean it like-" Dogma back tracked trying to apologize.

"Come on," you exhaled, standing up.

Tup covered his mouth trying to hide the massive grin on it, "If they hadn't had been... I would have assumed Fate messaged up," he chuckled out the moment you two were out of earshot.

"That has to be torture, I've already rescued him once," Jesse said.

"I thought that would have been the one rule he bent," Kix admitted.

"What are we gossiping about?" Anakin said standing at the edge of the table watching the both of you walk off chatting about something.

"How miserable he problem is," Jesse said, "Do you mind rescuing him, Sir?"

"He doesn't need saving from her," Anakin smiled sitting down, "Let them work it out."

"If your brother's ask, I kicked your ass," you smiled enjoying the walk.

"If my brother's ask, I handed you yours," he laughed back.

"I take it all of them know?" your voice switched to dead seriousness.

"Yeah, I was still pretty disoriented when Tup got me to the med bay. I'm surprised you stood up that fast."

"I wasn't going to be one of those people who just laid down and took it, I wasn't going to let it break me. I'm glad you seemed to do the same," you said eyeing him.

"I'm a soldier, I keep going no matter what," not entirely a lie, I complete my missions and then I sulk in my bunk.

Your head snapped in the direction of the field, "Go!" You shouted seeing the destroyer droids approaching. You quickly tossed your blasters in the air grabbing clips off your belt and slamming them in as gravity finished the rest. Dogma stared at you and then at the small battalion of droids, "That is an order, GO!" You watched him finally take off at top sped.

"Alright tin bins, come get me!" You shouted darting into the line of trees away from Melissa, like the idiots they were the droids followed you into your domain. Blaster fire sizzled past your ear as you pressed further into the woods picking them off. It would be great if I had my armor right about now. What the hell are they doing this close? How did they get pass the security. Hot footing it up a tree you dropped down at one of the destroyers letting him shoot at the other droids taking out a handful before shooting in and running again.

"Clankers, west courtyard," Dogma yelled the moment he got into the building.

Everyone started flying for there gear and little red lights shot into the sky alerting everyone of the attack. He quickly grabbed his helmet off the table and started sprinting again.

"Where is she!" Tup shouted after him.

"Her duty."

By the time they got back to the courtyard his eye was burning, he toppled over barely caught before slamming into the ground. Tup and Kix stayed scanning him as the rest of his brothers went to go deal with the droids. Dogma pried his eye open seeing her in the forest, it was dark and barely visible then he saw her topple over with her eye seeing what he was see.

"20 droids, heading... North West 2 klicks," he repeated watching her hand signs before it cut outs, "Land Mines," his skull was splitting but his brothers were running into either a trap or boobie traps.

"You rejected your bond how is that even possible?" Kix shouted chasing after them.

Danger. Played over and over in his mind, he commed in about the mines and kept running. He saw them but bee lined right his feet just guiding him with what was left of that tiny homing beckon of what where you were.

Your eye started burning again and you hoped up in a tree waiting for the visual by it never came just the pain intensifying. What the hell is going on. You jumped down from the tree and felt the tiny tug, Dogma. You run in towards his assumed location. You saw the Jedi engaged with a roller then Dogma on his tail running straight towards you. Without thinking you grabbed his armor and tossed him side ways seeing the hidden mind he almost stepped on and then the pain stopped. No time to think of that, you charged at the Roller from the side sliding into it's bubble and popping in the face and the shield drop. Dogma looked down and saw the mine then back at you then down at it again.

"What the kriff was that about! Watch where your going," you shouted at him.

"You were the one in trouble!"

"No you were! How the kriff did you almost miss that mine?"

"At least I wasn't the one getting snuck up on by clankers!" He shouted tossing you behind him ducking out of blast the stragglers that started shooting.

"Better then losing another limb!" You shouted firing, "I've already lost two. It's not peachy!"

"Maybe I was suppose too!"

"Knock it off!" Anakin said taking care of the last droid, "Care to explain?" He asked Dogma.

"General, this is my rejected mate. We did it months ago but on the way back here I got to see what she was seeing and knew she was in danger."

"And I saw what you were seeing and knew you were danger," you added.

Anakin watched both of you glare at each other, "Dogma-"

"If for some reason I have too I reject it again, sir."

"I was going to say be thankful both of you got to each other in time," Anakin put his hand on his shoulder, "I would have never asked you to do that or do that again," he said looking at the scar across your face, "Fate works in mysterious ways," he shook his head heading back towards Rex and the other troopers.

"You okay?" He whispered noticing the odd way you held your arm.

"Yeah, I bruised it jumping down on a droid," you murmured backed.

"Jumping down?" He asked bewildered.

You pointed up at the trees and then down at the droids, rolling your eyes. You froze for a second feeling his arm wrap around you tightly for a moment releasing before he walked off in the direction of the where the General went. You stared at him for a moment before jogging back towards the Princess finding her safely in her room with Sebastian in his armor and blaster drawn. He quickly holstered it again.

"I need you to take her to the lowest floor and stay there, the King and Queen are already on their way there. We have no idea about the droids got past security. There's extra arms in that trunk, take whatever you need."

"You're not staying?" She cried out staring, "You're suppose to be with me!"

Sebastian walked up and gripped your arm in the soldiers traditional greetings, "I'll protect her."

"I have to duty to the royal family to find the breach, Your Highness. It's been an honor," you said letting go heading straight to your room, armoring up in the family's forest green before jogging back out to where you encountered them and tracking their foot steps. You kept your weapon drawn as you walked further into the brush.

"Panic Room, she's hunting" was the note Rex found in the King's room, "Since we don't know where the panic room is we're going to stay and reinforce the perimeter."

She's hunting... She's tracking the droid. Dogma froze before falling into line following his brothers out. There's no warning bells, she's fine. Will I even get another warning?

"Worried about her aren't you?" Tup asked, "You're not soul mates any more."

No we're not, but we were still made for each other and for some reason it let me save her and her me. Dogma took a breath finally standing still manning his post. We're nothing to each other but I have to trust her. It didn't take long for the blaster shots to ring out. He looked up to see a helmeted figure limping holding a Tac droid head. He stared in the cut out seeing blood drip from your mouth.

You hobbled on one leg towards the troopers, as much as I want to drop kick this droid head because no one gets passed me it could have useful information on it. Great Dogma and Tup, can't I get a break from these two. You handed Dogma the head before spitting the blood out of your mouth, "Told you I would have kicked your ass," you smiled spitting again.

"You fist fought a tac droid?" Tup stared.

"Run out of ammo, now excuse me. I'm gonna go toss myself in a tank. Pull the blue book in the king's room and the alarm will shut off and they'll get the memo to come up."

Dogma tossed the head to Tup, "Get that to the General, I'll have get her to the tank," he said scooping you up, "Guide me."

You pointed in the direction of where he needed to go your mouth and jaw sore from a punch to the face. Dogma carried you with ease letting you relax into his arms as he maneuvered his way to the tank in the mini med bay. He gently setting you down in a chair next to the tank.

"Do you need help?"

"I can do it-" you winced standing up, quickly sitting back down, "Yeah I need help," you admitted sourly wishing he would have tossed you in armor and all.

Dogma kept his eyes glued to the ceiling as he worked your armor off piece by piece top to bottom just leaving you in your under clothes, "Do you need help with the pants?" he asked noticing the swelling, "I think it's broken."

"It's broke alright," Kix said scanning you, "in several spots."

"Yeah I need help," you scowled further.

Dogma gently helped you pulled your pants down keeping his eyes squeezed shut and pulling your shirt gently over your head tugging it off by the wrist before quickly turning facing the door. He watched Kix move towards and focused his eyes on the door, he's not going to do anything inappropriate. He heard the tank door open and the respirator go over her mouth and then the door shut and the cover slide up hiding everything but her face.

"You don't have to keep torturing yourself, I'll stay here," Kix said sitting in the chair and kicking his feet up on the table.

"Why is everyone assuming it's torturing me?" Right... "It's not. The bond is broke, I don't know her and she doesn't know me. She is a woman and I am being polite."

"You did sense the danger out there," Kix pointed out.

"But I didn't sense, that," he said motioning towards the tank.

"Droid obviously didn't stand a chance once she set her mind to winning, reminds me of someone," he snarked, "Now get out so I can research whatever this is peace," he added motioning towards the both of you.

Dogma didn't go far, he left the room and sat down against the wall next to the door knowing it was going to be hours. He decided to get up go get some caff so he could stay awake. The hairs on the back of his neck stood up while taking a sip, he dropped the cup. The hot liquid steaming off the table before he jogged off back towards the tank finding Kix had ripped her out and was cutting into her side.

"Restrain him!" He ordered seeing the wild expression on his face.

When did they get here? Dogma felt Jesse's and Fives hands on him pulling him back, "What the hell is going on?" he asked.

"She's going to be fine, Dogma, relax. One of her ribs was out of alignment healing. He just has to," they all heard Kix rebreak it, "That," Jesse said.

"Good thing you called," Fives said looking at Kix, who only nodded quickly repositioning it and closing the wound placing her back in the tank with the red light shutting off flickering green, "She's pretty, Dogma" he said trying to distract him as Kix checked over her vitals and other various wounds for any further complications.

"Shut up," he said as they released him.

"It's phantom limb syndrome, I think," Kix said showing the report, "Our mates are an extension of ourselves and severing that is like losing a limb that sometimes acts up. It's just flaring up because you two are close, in this case it was beneficial. It will dissipate."

"That's a relief," Dogma said sitting down against the wall.

"She is honestly really pretty though," Fives laughed joining him, "Beat you reject not taking that for a test ride first."

Dogma shoved him, "I would feel bad for your mate if she wasn't probably the same way."

"I'm just trying to make you laugh, kriff. Stop being so serious all the time, your always tighter then ships bolts. Even if I was serious, it's a compliment. I mean... look at ya," he chuckled, knuckling Dogmas extremely short hair compared to his.

Dogma rolled his eyes waiting the various vitals on the monitor. They all stood up and saluted the King as he and his daughter strolled in with her mate clinging to her, holding her tight.

"What is her condition?" the king asked.

"Stable, she needs to be in the tank for a few more hours to recover from the extensive wounds and I recommend light duty for the next week," Kix said as the King nodded.

Melissa gently pulled Sebastian off, "Thank you," she whispered putting her arms around Dogma who's hand stayed straight in the air until Sebastian motioned that is fine for him to hug her. He awkwardly patted her back, "Hell of a woman..." he whispered, "She's a fighter." He felt her tight stiffen, "I wish things were different," she whispered lowly pulling back, "Me too."

"So I take it your the man I have to thank," The King said looking down at Dogma.

Dogma pointed at Kix, "Technically Kix is the Medic-"

"Yes, that's Dogma" Melissa snorted.

"The Royal family of Idora owes you a favor boy, let us know when you need to collect," he chuckled walking out.

"Thank you, Dogma," Melissa got out, her tear ducks threatening to burst looking at her friend in the tank, "I don't know what I would do I lost her."

Trust me it's not pleasant. Dogma only nodded staring at her in the tank. He didn't even notice them leave the room, he just sat back down and stared at the tank because to him there was nothing else on the room. If his brothers were talking to him during that time he didn't hear it, all he could hear was her voice scolding him and the panic in it. I hugged her. He could still mildly feel the sensation through his arm. I really should put distance between us to get this to go away, I don't know how people with mates get through this, let alone initiating it. Fives hand waving in front of his face finally got his attention. Dogma blinked watching Fives and Jesse turn around and Dogma followed suit.

You hazily felt hands on you and the mouth piece come out proceeding with a ton of wet coughing, "Feel like a droid stepped on my ribs," you coughed again feeling an injection go in your neck and the pain dull.

"I had to rebreak one of your ribs cause it was healing wrong. I'll have to inject you ever 6 hours for the next few days to keep the pain down. Light duty for a week," Kix said quickly wrapping a warming blanket around you, "You should probably shower the excess Bacta off," he added feeling how sticky it was already getting.

You nodded, "Yeah good idea," you shivering, you took a few steps before feeling the Medic's hands on you stabilizing you.

"Do you have a water proof droid to help you?" Kix asked, "I would offer but I think Dogma would kill me."

"No droids, we'll here in the palace."

"I'll take her," Dogma gritted out feeling Jesse's hand snagged his arm at Kix's comment

"I don't care as long as it ends with me in the shower right now," you said your teeth chattering.

Dogma picked you taking you to your room and setting you on the refresher toilet, he quickly ran to his room and changed into a pair of shorts and a tank top before returning. He turned on the water and brought you into the shower tossing off the blanket leaving you in just your under garments. Holding your hips he carefully positioned you under the steamy water watching the goo fall off, he grabbed the scrubber and gently took it to your skin staring straight ahead at the wall.

"You feel it too?" You whispered.

"It's like an old memory, faint, distorted," he said, "should I have let Kix?" he asked.

"I don't mind, I mean I was made for you after all," you admitted, "I understand why you didn't want him too."

"I hope we can be... friends." He said rinsing you off before starting on your hair.

"Me too. I'm sorry for snapping at you back there."

"I deserved it, you were right."

You hooked your arm around his waist, you felt him stiffen trying not to look down at there the wet of his shirt clung to his body, "The pants I understand the shirt I don't.." you chuckled feeling like an idiot as he removed it and tossed it in the corner. You felt him carefully work his fingers through your hair then rest his chin for a moment on top of your head letting you listen to his rapid pulse before shutting off the water. Handing you the dry towel to wrap around yourself. He squeeze dried his shorts the best he could before patting himself dry turning his attention to you. You looked into his brown eyes and perfect caramel tan skin and the edges to his muscle before letting lost in his tattoo. Made for me, stubborn, high strung and a survivor... incredible handsome too.

"My face gets annoying to look at, I know," he joked.

You had him turn around so you could change your chest band and underwear and wiping yourself with the wet part of the toilet before putting on a new set. Dogma helped you put on a pair of knee length shorts a baggie training shirt. He retrieved his shirt squeezing it before putting it back on.

"If you need anything," he said pointing at the comm device he had tossed on the bed, "Press it twice and it will auto dial me." He watched you nod moving you into the bed, "Goodnight." As he left the stern expression on his face returned and he quickly took off the tank, tired the wet feeling against his chest,

You watched him leave taking off the tank before the door even closed all the way, the muscles scattered across his back. You felt your chest flutter and you rolled your eyes. Move on, get them to the front lines in a couple days and forget about him. Your body ached all over, what did Kix say? Six hours? Might as well try to sleep.

"Enjoy your swim?" Fives jokes, "even without the bond," he said wiggling his eye brows.

Dogma punched him, "I didn't touched her, not then, not now, not ever."

"You know I'm joking," Fives said rubbing his arm, "You have to learn to joke man, especially with this, humor is great for pain."

Dogma rolled his and shook his head letting his legs take him back to the mess to finish eating. He scanned around thankful for the emptiness besides a few other troopers scattered about also in silence. He found his food from earlier at the empty table and sat down finishing his food. It was almost nice until Jesse, Kix and Tup sat down. His mouth flatten into a tightly controlled line as he got bombarded with questions with what's going on inside in his head, how he feels and if Kix could run a few test because of how rare it is. Can I get a moments peace? He agreed to shut them up and went with them and then followed them back to down lab expecting a lecture about getting ahold of himself and put space between them but it never came, all he got was a pat on the back, told he's doing a great job and their proud of him.

"I was expecting to be scolded," Dogma admitted flatly.

"Why would we scold you?" Kix asked, "Not all of us agree with that rule. We're just happy to see some what back to your old self. Do you want to be there for the injection? I mean I'm not going to do anything indecent to her, but I know how...temperamental people gets when it comes to their mates."

"She's not my mate. Do it yourself. Are we done?" Dogma said rolling down his sleeve.

Kix nodded watching him stalk off. Tup followed after him just to make sure he didn't anything reckless. Kix looked to Jesse who had his arms folded over his chest and tapping his foot debating something, "Thinking of a way get him shipped back?" Kix asked.

Jesse nodded, "He's always a stick in the mud but now he's turning into a tree in the mud, us pushing him is just making this harder on him."

"Counter point, stick them together. Let Fate decided, it's not a coincidence that her face and door match his tattoos and it's not a coincidence that fate let them save each other. They don't need to be a bonded pair to be together," Kix pointed out watching realization light Jesse's features, "You have an idea don't you?" which only got a grin.

You felt hands touch you and you sprung forward swinging, panting when you noticed it was just Kix with an injector. You apologetically relaxed letting him pull up your shirt up and inject it right under your ribs. Your eyes quickly bounced around the room and he was no where to be found. Hopefully it's wearing off. You flung your feet over the bed and stood up much to Kix's complaint about resting. You grabbed your pillow and a throw blanket, having him guide you back out to the balcony on this cloudless night. Kix's hand carefully supported your waist and back of your legs helping you to the ground. He pulled your head up and tucked the pillow under it asking if there was anything he could do. "No, thank you, Kix."

Dogma watched from the end of the hall as her door opened, Kix walking out with her in his arms and her bedding in her lap and how gently he touched her helping her to the ground. His nostril flared at the tenderness. He stoned his face as Kix left her there to go back to sleep noticing the com device in her hand. Dogma saw Kix stand next to him for a minute waiting for a comment or threat but he kept his mouth shut and Kix walked away to get back to the other wounded. Dogma walked into his room and set his com next to his pillow and stripped his armor leaving him in his blacks as he got into bed.

In the morning Kix cautiously waked you on the Balcony moving you into a hover chair for the day while your leg continued to heal. He put the bedding back on your bed before wheeling you down to the mess. He asked if you wanted to sit with him and the other wounded or with the troops. You saw the stern angry face on Dogma and opted to sit with the wounded. He tucked you in at the end of the table next to him. All of you ate in silence just enjoying the company until Melissa and Sebastian walked over.

"How are you doing?" She asked tenderly hugging you.

"I'm fine, the chair is precaution."

"Because someone doesn't get they need to rest and not walk on it," Kix muttered.

"You took out a tac droid hand to hand?" Sebastian said impressed.

"It got through my security wall, it would have been my second personal embarrassment of the night if I retreated."

"Remind me not to piss her off," Sebastian playfully whispered to the Princess, "She looked bad, I can guarantee the droid looked worse," she replied giggly.

"My life is in service yours, your highness, it would offend my honor as your guard if didn't leave that droid in little pieces," you saw the sad smile spread across her lips, "and I can guarantee that droid can't be rebuilt. Also I need new armor, it's a little... broken," you offered looking at her trying to hold back the laughter.

"Father already put in the request with any upgrades that could reinforce it, we're going to get back to my duties. I'm glad you're in good spirits."

Breakfast went back to silence, you could feel eyes on you and yours eyes flicked up to the General staring at you while talking talking to the Lieutenant. You dropped your eyes back down and finished eating.

The next three rotations went by in similar fashion, Kix would help you and bring you to meals with no sign of Dogma. After lunch Kix brought you down to the med bay to scan your leg giving you the okay to walk on it but no strenuous exercise or prolonged walking.

Leaving the med bay you have a trooper waiting for you, "Need something?" You asked noticing him following.

"The name is Fives," he said, "and no, I just wanted to see how you were doing ma'am and to thanking you for the tac droid, we got a lot of useful information off of it."

"It's not a problem, I'm glad the pain is worth it."

"As a nat-born, we're all actually impressed with you."

"Nat-born?" you asked your face contorting into puzzlement.

"Natural Born, we're all engineered in a lap muscle composition, immunity, etc. You'd give us a run for our creds, we've never seen someone outside of Gar act like that."

"I am not immune to flattery," you laughed, "but thank you. This is my home, I will do whatever to protect it."

Dogma watched him make her life as they stopped and stand their chatting, her laugh was so warm and relaxing. Is he flirting? Dogma's nostrils flared but he made himself stop staring noticing Jesse staring at him and then at them. Dogma tried to forced himself away until he saw Five's stick his arm around her. His teeth felt like they were going to break with how hard he was clenching his jaw. She can do whatever she wants, but Fives? Never. He walked over and slammed into his jaw sending him backwards.

"For kriff's sake!" Fives watching her stumble into the wall and slide down.

"I- thought you were hitting on her," Dogma apologized pulling you back up.

"I was but not that much," Fives said rubbing his jaw, "She was trying to adjust her leg stabilizer."

"Why do you care? Not like you haven't been ignoring me for the past couple days. We're nothing to each other," you regretted it the moment it come out, but pain had a tendency to make things worse.

"I-" Dogma closed his mouth and handed you back to Fives, "Sorry."

"I don't get him, he rejects you yet still acts like that," Fives said tightening his grip until you were doing with your adjustments.

"Sooner there's distance between us it'll go away again. I'm sorry he punched you."

"Not the first time," Fives grunted, "but I get it, I had to watch people touch my mate I'd probably want to rip them apart too... right... sorry."

"You haven't met yours?" You asked.

"Not yet, maker I can't wait though."

"You're not going to reject her?" You raised an eye brow.

"Of course not, none of us besides obviously a few agree with that rule. We don't live long and constantly fighting, it's the one normal in our lives."

"I didn't have to reject him and he didn't have to reject me, how ironic," you mumbled finishing your adjustments.

"I think fate's trying to give you a chance," he said touching the perfect scar, "or it quiet literally wouldn't have slapped you in the face," he joked letting go.

"You might have a point, thanks Fives," I'm going to do something stupid and hope it doesn't blow up in my face, "I got something I need to take care of." You hobbled your way back up to your room and sat on your bed and stared at the device. You let out a long breath trying to clear your head before pressing it twice.

Dogma heard the loud beep on his wrist, he stared at it before prying himself out of his bunk, "Yes?" he asked quietly wondering if you pressed it on accident.

"Come to my room for a sec," you heard one of his brother snicker but heard his footsteps before he switched it off. You stared at the door waiting, you saw the shadow under the door him standing there wondering what he was thinking about. He finally opened the door and walked in standing halfway between you and the door. You patted your hand on the spot next to you, you saw the conflict roll across his face and he moved closer to you until he legs were touching were but he didn't sit.

"It would be unprofessional and against regulation if I sat on your bed."

"Dogma. Sit," His legs moved before his mind could the decision for him and he sat a hands space away from you, "I think it's time we talked."

"I was afraid you were going to say that," he groaned.

"That first day we were fine but when night came and than whatever that was in the woods there's been... tension. Fighting your brothers and even being more of a hard ass then normal."

"I don't know what's gotten into me," he admitted, "I shouldn't be jealous or care, we are both free to peruse whatever we want."

"Yet even without the bond you peruse me," you pointed out.

"It's just the nagging thought that we were made for each other... I am no where near ready to see you with someone else yet as much as I wish for your happiness and good health," he added quickly.

"I think... we need to get whatever it is out of our system, then maybe Fate will stop torturing us and we can go back to carrying on," you said looking at the bed and then back him, his eyes going wide at what you were insinuating, "Since we rejected the bond, it shouldn't break regulation."

"Since we are not mates, it be improper-"

"But we were, just think about it?"

"It's all I've thought of," he said scooting closer until your hips were touching. "Me too," you admitted back. Dogma stood up and quietly walked over to the door locking it before taking off his armor leaving it in a neat pile by the door. He cautiously placed himself between your legs. "Are you sure?" he asked watching you nod.

Your heart was racing but you brought one hand to his neck and pulled him down, it wasn't like the thousands of spark igniting your body like it was suppose to be but it was still exhilarating and terrifying all at the same time. You felt one of his hands grab the bed and the other hold your face. You pulled him closer causing you to lay back and him go lean over you to continue kissing you.

He bit your lip and pulled back raggedly breathing, "I don't know how mates do it, this is already intense," he voiced feeling your fingers tug at his shirt. He took it off feeling quiet exposed.

You saw the discomfort on his face, you consciously removed yours and nearly unclipped your chest band bringing his fingers to the last clip letting him decide. You stared at him patiently for a moment before he undid it, smiling at his transfixed expression. You scooted further onto the bed making him follow listening to his excited groan as he saw the jiggle the movement caused and his mouth found the harden ridges as his fingers squished the underside of it. The whole area felt hard and tender under his touch. His mouth moved worked up your chest to your throat back to your lips.

"You're so perfect," he whispered.

"Than prove it," you taunted.

Dogma looked down and then back up with an arched eyebrow, you giggled but moved your hands down to your pants slightly tugging them down, "Let me," he said leaning back on his heels pulling your pants and undergarments down and off careful of your leg looking at the bruise on it, "Shouldn't we wait until that is-"

"Dogma."

"I'll shut up," He said standing up freeing his cock from his pants, relaxing that some of the tension from how tightly the pants were holding it was gone. He saw you eyeing him like a soldier who hasn't eaten in days eyeing his ration bar. He starting eyeing you back letting his eyes slowly trail up you. "Do you also feel-"

"Like I'm going to be sick from how hard my core is pounding? Yes."

"I mean this," he motioned between the both of them and the dull cluster of... something over his eye.

"Yeah, so hurry up."

Dogma grinned shaking his head, his face hurting, "Yes, Ma'am," he said planting himself inbetween your legs, letting his hands trial up your legs but not touching letting his fingers run right next to it. He stared down at you wondering if you could how hard his heart was shaking his chest.

"See something you like?" You asked seeing the dilation in his eyes.

"You have no idea," he muttered before spitting into his hand bringing his hand to himself stroking himself covering him tip to base. Before wiping the left over down across his abs watching you squirm over the gleam. His cheek flashed red as he moved himself closer.

"That... was... the hottest thing I've ever seen... besides you," you whispered your voice quivering feeling his hands come to the sides of your shoulders and his tip pressing into your entrance.

"Are you sure... I don't think there's any going back-" he voice hitched feeling you raise your hips trying to push him in, "Kark," he mumbled at the sudden sensation, "Let me," he said carefully pressing your hip back down to get pressure off your leg.

Your head felt light feeling him slowly stretching you and trying to admire his strength at holding back. Inch by inch worked himself up until he was hitting the top of you and still had part of himself sticking out. You brought your hands to his body touching every muscle and he brought his one hand to the scar tracing the familiar V. He kissed the scar up and down feeling you stretch out more for him with every kiss until you had all of him inside. I knew she could take all of me. You smiled finally feeling his hips against yours, I knew he was perfect for me, your heart calmed down a little after wondering if fate had made a mistake. Fate doesn't make mistakes, both of you thought.

"Let's just try to be quiet," he got out realizing that wasn't going to last long with the warm wetness sounds from him barely moving, Whatever the punishment is has to be better then not knowing her. He mentally scolded himself for the traitorous thoughts, "Am I okay to start?" he asked.

"Please" you begged.

Dogma nodded bringing one hand to the side of your face holding you as he partially withdrew himself, letting your fingers cover his as he pushed himself back in. Your head fell back into the bed feeling him plunge back in your walls squishing around the intrusion. He started slowly pulling out a little more each time before thrusting back in.

"Dogma," you panted.

"Yes?" He asked stopped worried if he'd hurt you.

"Harder, please. I need- you," you panted out your heading feeling empty.

Dogma's core tighten on the command his body screaming to obey, "If it hurts you have to tell me to stop."

You nodded feeling the flush bloom around your face as you saw felt his hands move about your shoulders locking you in place and his muscles tightened as he took off. The slapping wetness and feeling him slide against your clit with every stroke.

Dogma let out moan hearing your bodies come together perfectly, "Kriff Mesh'la," he smiled, "It's almost like you were made for me," he mumbled thrusting full force into you letting his thighs push your hips further apart.

"Dogma," the moan ripped from your throat rather loudly.

The sound of his name on your lips almost made him cum right there. He repeated the motion causing you to moan again. Your fingers dug into his hand and the other into the side of his head. You saw the half intoxicated lidded expression of need across his face, "please," you rasped out. After a couple quick explosive hard thrust you felt the wave take you. You cried out his name curling into him letting your walls clench onto him. It was incomprehensibly passionate as he stared down into your eyes continuing to ride you through your high, your slide down from the side to his face. That small intimate motion made him come undone letting him coat every inch of your walls until it was dripping out onto the bed. Shuddering and barely up to breath he tried to pull out but your leg flew up and held him in place and pulled him down, "You're not- going to hurt- me." His body pressed into yours like a warm blanket, embracing you as he put his face in the crook of your neck trying to catch his breath. You could still feel him twitching inside you, every twitch cause you to clench around him again feeling a little more seep into you. "Waiting your whole life to give me that?" You laughed trying to catch your breath.

"Told you Fate would handle it," Kix pulling Fives and Tup away from the door, groaning when he saw Hardcase and the General walking towards them.

"Noise complaint?" Fives joked.

"I could hear them from the end of the hall," Hardcase frowned for a moment, "For not being mates anymore it sure sounded like it."

"The Force works in mysterious ways, let's go do a weapons test to give them some more time," Anakin said nodding away from the room.

"We're all giving him crap later right?" Sebastian said popping his head out from Melissa's room, "Get back over here!" She called laughing.

"It's to late to move everyone into the mess isn't it? I don't think any of us will be sleepy with both of them on the same floor," Tup groaned.

"Their ear plugs in the med bay, I'll go grab them and pass them out."

It only took Dogma's body a couple minutes to recover before going again, this time let his hands trail all over you getting to know every inch of flesh as your hands moved around him. The next few days were like that, if they weren't eating or training he was in your bed pretending every moment in between nothing was going on even if it was bluntly obvious. Each night when he thought his brothers were asleep sneaking out towards your room finding you nakedly waiting for him. Then the day came for them to go to the front lines and your armor had arrived. That morning neither of you cared to be discrete or quiet.

"Out of your system enough?" You asked laying in the after glow enjoying the two loads of mess he made you.

"Enough to focus at least," he gently pulled you off the bed keeping his dick in as he walked the both of you to your refresher, slowly removing himself hearing the plop of the filling fall out onto the shower floor. He turned on the water letting it wash down the drain. You both quickly cleaned up scrubbing the sex and sweat from your skin. Dogma 'snuck' out and wormed his way back into his room throwing his gear on and laying on his bunk waiting for everyone else to wake up.

You opened the new truck of armor looking at the upgrades and reinforcements and then throwing it on, you had told Melissa you'd be going with them and it was up to Sebastian. She fought with you about the change of plans but when she saw Dogma sneaking out of your room she finally caved. Little did he know of your plans however. You waited downstairs for them with the Jedi.

"Does he know your coming?" Anakin asked crossing his arms.

"No, he's not my mate so it's non of his business."

Sure he's not, he thought watching the men pile in, "Small change of plans, she's joining us for now on the front lines so you all will be reporting to her and Captain Rex. So get ready to move out," Anakin staring at Tup's shocked expression and Dogma's indifferent expression but there was noticeable annoyance oozing from him.

"Ever been out there before?" Rex asked stepping away from Anakin towards out.

"A few times to clear my head," To kick my own ass from the hollowness Dogma left inside me. Your eyes glanced to his short hair but his back was to you, I'll probably be going out there again once he leaves.

All off you crept towards the front lines relieving the boys there, "Stay here," you whispered jumping up into the tree using its brush for cover but there was nothing. The normally waring field was silent with no droids in sight. You hoped down landing on your hood leg.

"It's quiet... two quiet. Set up camp here while the other squad moves out."

"Ma'am it's been quiet for days," one of the squad members said.

You arched an eyebrow, "How quiet?"

"Not a single droid here all the way out to to the eastern front line."

"I hope taking the head of the dragon made them retreat but I doubt I'm that lucky."

You all set up camp, you choose to build a little view point to sleep. You smiled hearing the troopers mutter how Idoran were a bunch of tree people, as you jump down and landed right in the center of them, "You boys look like you need a climbing lesson. On the ground it's easier to be sitting ducks, up there can buy you precious moments to surprise the enemy or live another day." You spent the rest of the evening teaching them how to climb in the dark and watching them fall and get back up.

"Dogma, your up," you got out, awkwardly making him last. Your hands brushed up against his as you made him learn the difference in the feeling of wood and your eyes meet as you pointed up at weak vs secured branches. Out of all of them he did the best and almost got up to your perch before falling half way down. "You can come down, you did good." You sat with all of them and ate, no one pointing out the obvious marks on your's and Dogma's necks. Not even Fives made a joke.

A month passed by silently, no droids no warning lights at the palace, nothing. You looked at Dogma when you saw the next batch of ships arrive in the sky signaling their tour here was done. Dogma on the March put himself next to you, not a word all the way there but enjoyed the hours just being next to you. You shook the General's hand apologizing for the lack of excitement but thankful the troops got a small vacation from the daily battles.

"Don't leave anything unsaid," he whispered letting go of your hand.

Except both of you did, he packed up and left without a word. Duty and Loyalty come first. The moment he was off the planet the creeping hollowness came back, the void of him empty once again. During Umbara there wasn't a moment you weren't in his mind, Duty, Loyalty, The Republic, her. He tried to hold it together not wanting to get into trouble, believing Krell had everything for the war in mind and then his betrayal stung and broke him even further.

"Tell her..." He whispered to Rex as they put the cuffs on, "The King owes me a favor."

"I'll tell them," he replied as they hauled him off.

Your bedroom door flew open and your head was ripping itself apart, you covered the eye staring at the king and Melissa, "Dogma?"

"We have to go. Now," You saw Captain Rex say standing off to the side.

You hoped off the bed and followed after them in the King's personal ship. Your head was pounding but no images were streaming, I don't know if that's good or not. Captain Rex told you about what happened and what Dogma had done for the rest of them.

"I'll talk to the Chancellor," the King said, "We make up a big portion of the Republics donations."

"You'd do that for me?" You asked the King.

"You've been nothing loyal to my daughter and to Idora. Sebastian will need his own guard, as much as I trust your capabilities to keep both of them safe. Might as well be someone you both trust."

The rest of the flight to Coruscant was silent, Rex handed you an eye patch and a patch to put over the angry eye. You followed silently with the King's guard with the Chancellor's office shoving the Coruscant guards to the side bargaining. The color Chancellor's face went pale as the King stood to full height staring down at him.

"King Maxell how can the Senate be of service?" He asked with a fake smile.

"I'm here to negotiate the release of CT-8726 'Dogma' immediately into Idoran custody."

"The King and I need to talk in private," The Chancellor said dismissing the rest of us cautiously eyeing Rex.

You paced back and forth outside the chancellor's door not caring how anyone else perceived it. Minutes felt like hours until the flash of red caught your eye. You saw the four guards escorting Dogma. They lead him into the Chancellor's office, a minute after that you saw Anakin another older man with orange hair follow in after him. You started pacing again more composed but still on edge.

Dogma kept this standard blank expression through the conversation talking about him like he wasn't even there. Even after protecting the Republic from a traitor I'm still only property after all, an asset. I did what I had too. Dogma listened as General Skywalker defended him and his loyalty, even noting that his record says 'Rejected.' The pain in his eye slowly starting to recede.

"He is to released as is, his uniform and armor remain here," The Chancellor said, "Escorted by General Anakin Skywalker as a precaution he won't run."

The King looked out with a blank expression on his face but out followed Dogma and the guards. They followed us back to the ship. Almost free. Outside the ship the guards undid his cuffs and he followed the King onto the ship. You followed Melissa unto the ship staring at the dark bags under his eyes and how his irises even seemed darker then last time. You sat across from him staring at him and how his eyes were glued to the ground.

"Orange isn't your color," you tried to joke but only got a soft chuckle from him. You groaned standing up and pulled him to the back of the ship to sit in seclusion. You put your hand on his leg feeling a small barely notice zap rum up your arm. "Look at me," he obeyed, "You're safe." You kissed him and it was like a crackling lightning storm and the pain in your eye finally receded, you tossed the eye patch to the ground. Reflexively you moved into his lap. Running your fingers through his hair, you pulled back a single tear falling when you both noticed it.

"Is that even possible?" Melissa whispered dumbfounded.

"Fate finds a way," Anakin laughed, "You two! Keep it appropriate until we land!" He laughed more watching Dogma forcibly move you off with a bashful expression. "It's going to be a long flight."

Dogma kept one hand on your leg and other interlaced with yours on his knee, his free leg droning again the floor. Both of your bodies came alive feeling that invisible little tug to complete the bond. You rested your forehead against the side of his head for moment taking in his smell and how much stronger it was, "That was a mistake," you mumbled feeling the water works of your lower half start, "Liked this better the first time," he grumbled.

“I remember what it was like when I met her mother,” the king smiled, “then she gave me the most precious gift… I don’t envy what either of you are feeling.” Red spread across both of your faces, “We’ll be back to Idora soon enough.”

You both were barely off the ship before being all over each other, you hoped up as threw your legs around his waist and he carried you you weightlessly off to room. His hands grasping at every opening in the armor. Barely in the empty haul you let your armor clatter to the ground leaving a trail to your room. Dogma surprisingly made to the bed setting you on it before ripping off the orange prison uniform, groaning when he felt the wet spot. He looked down see his cock soaked with precum.

“You think that’s bad?” You laughed ripping off your top and showing him your underwear, “Just sniffing you started it.”

“Then I won’t keep you waiting any longer,” he shoved you downward letting your head hit the pillow before perfectly sliding into you. He froze blinking at the pulsating signal’s scattering throughout his body while trying to take it how wet and warm you were, “Mesh’la,” he weakly said, his head completely empty except the need to seal the bond.

“Dogma,” you said bringing your hands to his chest, “hurry,” the dizzy sensation in your head was making your eyes try to shut.

His teeth sunk into the base of your neck working the spot with this teeth, “Mine,” he growled. The carnal need that coursed through made him feel sick as it override everything he wanted to do with the feral urge to mark you up as his. No longer republic property, I’m her property. He brought his throat to your mouth moaning as he felt the connection. The moment he feel you breath he brought his mouth down to yours pressing his forehead to yours.

“Soulmate,” he whispered and then you felt it the thick ropes shooting you claiming you as his. You came around him your walls coaxing everything out of him and the urge of the bond start to recede as it was finally complete, “Did I hurt you?” He whispered when he could finally form a sentence.

“Leaving without a goodbye hurt,” you admitted feeling one of his hands go around your back holding your body tight against him.

“Saying goodbye would have destroyed what was left of me,” he breathed.

“It destroyed me,” you started cry, “We weren’t mates but I got to know you as a friend and as a lover, you just left. You could have died I would have never known.”

He grabbed the blanket and started wiping your face keeping his face tense so he wouldn’t start because you had a point, he wouldn’t have known. “You’ve always known when I was in danger. Always,” he said kissing the side of your eye, “I can’t mate with you when your crying,” he said softly, “How can I help you Mesh’la?”

“Hold me for a bit?”

Dogma carefully rolled you putting you on his chest, wrapping both arms around you, “I can do that.”

“Dogma?” You asked listening to the soothing sound of his heart beat.

“Hmm?”

“I like your heartbeat.”

“And I love you,” he said without missing a beat.

You looked up at him smiling before putting your ear back on his chest, “I love you too.”

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kaerenebrainrot · 2 years

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hi!! not sure if ur still taking requests but if u are,,, could i request kevin & elysia taking care of an s/o who gets sick really easily?? i've been feeling under the weather for the past week TT-TT hope things are going well for u!!

Hi hi, anon! I’m always taking requests, I’m just v. v. slow on them due to college, carpal tunnel, and etc.--But I do hope you feel better soon! And thank you, things are going pretty decently on my side!

Kevin constantly makes sure that Jackal and Gray Serpent are watching you like a hawk if he can’t be beside you. For as shady as they are, they’re also fiercely loyal to him and wouldn’t ever dare to disobey an actual explicitly direct order.

As much as he loves you, his work comes first, and he needs to create a world for you to be able to live in once you inevitably must be treated and given a Stigma. However, you must first be stable before he attempts it, else you might not survive the process. Naturally, you agreed to it first--There were many who didn’t have a choice in the Previous Era, he wants you to have one.

He’d never force something on you, much less anyone else.

Maybe you apologized to him a lot for it, for your weak body, for the fact you constantly get in his way. To soothe your fever, he gently rests a gloved hand on your head, but also to comfort you.

“You are my strength. Never think of yourself as an obstacle.”

He really struggled to get time to spend with you to care for you, even if he knows that you want him to accomplish the wish and duty he must fulfill. Kev is ready to sacrifice what he must and get his hands dirty, but he’d rather not have to lose you if he can.

Part of Jackal’s research involves finding a way to permanently bolster your immune system, or at the very least synthesize a medication you can take so you won’t have to feel this way as often.

He wants to hold you. Really, he does--But he’s cold, and that will only aggravate whatever it is that plagues you, and it hurts.

It makes him think about his nightmares that tell him that only the fittest survive.

You’re strong, you’ve stayed beside him. But your body? It isn’t.

He isn’t a hero. This is why. He’s working to save humanity, but he can’t even help you right now.

But that you tell him that his presence, that he made time for you, makes you feel a little better--He can stomach that feeling of helplessness.

“Oh dear, oh dear, again? I told you not to push yourself.”

Elysia’s voice isn’t quite as teasing as it usually is, it’s a little bit softer as she gently dabs at your forehead with a cloth to wipe the sweat before placing a cooling patch there to help the fever break.

Yes, you have lap pillow privileges. She’ll even let you play with her ears or rest your head against her chest if you want, you get to be spoiled sweet by her--And it’s a fact that very few know. She’s affectionate at heart, but you get the more sincere side of it from her.

She’ll hum while playing with your hair, all while scolding you playfully with her usual lilt to it--But she means it, she was worried.

She can’t always be beside you, and she knows that now more than ever as a MANTIS. Someday, something or someone may take her away from you--And she worries.

So she asks Mobius or Klein to watch you whenever she has to head out for a few days. Mostly Klein, since Mobius might try to talk you into doing something she herself would never ever want you to do.

When/if that fails, she asks Dr. MEI.

Once she returns, she quietly enters your room to check on your sleeping form, but sure enough--

“Elysia....Did everything go okay...?” “Oh my, I was doing my best to be so quiet too. Still, you should worry more about yourself, don’t you think? I’m a lot stronger than I look.” “I know, but....” “Shhhhh. I wasn’t scolding you, I just want you to take better care of yourself.”

Her smile’s a little softer, but her eyes are just a little sad.

#;;There's a fire queuing in my heart. [Queue]#Anonymous #Elysia brainrot #Kevin brainrot #Elysia x reader #honkai x reader #flamechasers x reader #kevin x reader #YODELS IN LOVING KEVIN

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rfaromance · 2 years

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Mystic Impact

AKA combining two of my fandoms

Yoosung: Once an Anemo holder, he lost his Vision after losing Rika. His drive and motivation disappeared with his Vision, which explains his apparent slacking that contrasts so sharply from his younger teenage days. Over time I think he would regain his fervor, with the help of a kind traveler. Yoosung wants nothing more than to be seen as an adult, and he wants to prove himself at any opportunity. I actually see Anemo in that respect because he spends so much time trying to please others that he needs his own outlet to be free and without judgment, instead of desperate to meet others' expectations. Undoubtedly gets a sword, because he wants to be a hero.

Zen: Pyro. He is defined by his passion, his zest for the stage. Pyro is associated with the archon of war, but it manifests in the form of the burning fire of passion (e.g. Yanfei for law, Xiangling for cooking, Xinyan for music, Bennet for adventuring, etc.). He wants to blaze a trail on his own. Plus he's a tad hot-headed, while still warm and very much a "mom friend" of the RFA. He'd have a polearm, because it's elegant.

Jaehee: Geo. Since the Geo archon represents commerce and contracts, Jumin would be inclined to have an assistant with such a blessing. Furthermore, Jaehee is level-headed, determined, hard-working, and probably the most reasonable person in the RFA. That dedication and acuity are what will enable her to eventually pursue her dreams. Jaehee gets a claymore, because she's a martial artist and incredibly strong (and because petite women with big weapons make me happy).

Jumin: I'd be inclined to say Geo as well, but I hand you Cryo. Cryo characters are kind but lonely, often misunderstood and isolated. They are not cold per se, but the world has often been cold to them. Jumin is hard to read and comes off as harsh and icy, but he just struggles expressing his thoughts and feelings. He's fiercely loyal to his loved ones, but he's not afraid to be strict and perhaps overbearing when needed. I think this intensity, this gentle but firm strength, lends to Cryo. He would likely have a Catalyst, namely the pen from his father.

707: Pyro. But in his case, it is both for passion and war. He has done many things he isn't proud of, has learned many skills that many would describe as unsavory, in order to preserve himself but mainly to aim for a better life for Saeran. His passion for protecting his brother is unparalleled; we've seen the ends he will go to for Saeran's sake. He'd have a Catalyst that is best described as a wand or staff. He's also an alchemist.

Ray: Ray would be a Hydro wielder who is given a Cryo delusion by his Savior. While he's not afraid to use the Cryo to destroy enemies, at his heart he's a gentle young man who wants to tend to his garden. Hydro belongs to the archon of justice, and his life has been anything but just or fair. Whether justice means a fair trial or Hammurabi's code... that's for him to decide. Ultimately I think GE Saeran would only use his Hydro Vision, discarding the cursed Cryo, and his weapon would be a bow and arrow. Conversely, in an OS timeline, Unknown would reject his Vision entirely in favor of his Cryo delusion, which is powered by a Catalyst (yes, elixir). Also an alchemist.

V: Hydro. No wonder Ray hates him! In all seriousness, Hydro being the element of justice suits V, who wants to do right by saving Rika as atonement for neglecting his mother. He tends to take on the sins of everyone else and bear sole responsibility. He's a tragic character whose sense of justice hinges on his belief that he is the cause of everyone's suffering. He'd initially use a bow, but after he loses his eyesight, he'd need to switch to a sword as a close-range weapon.

Vanderwood: Electro. There's a joke to be made because they're constantly threatening to tase Seven, but more importantly Electro belongs to the archon of eternity. Vanderwood, as an agent, has no past but also no definitive future. They are forced to live only in the moment they have, abandoning all else. It's a lonely eternity trapped in a single moment. Catalyst that's essentially a taser, lol.

Rika: The Tsaritsa is SO Rika-coded that it kills me, and I'm dying for her eventual reveal. In the meantime, enjoy Cryo archon Rika. I could discuss this in further detail but that'd be a post in and of itself. She can use both a polearm and twin blades (think Childe in his delusion form).

#genshin impact #mystic messenger #mysmes #mysme #crossover #Rfa #Minor trio #headcanon #ask to tag

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attourney-at-lycan · 2 years

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i wna talk about my ocs! they’re just small concepts but they’ll be under bc im somehow really embarassed about my ocs. so warning if u dont like oc stuff giygrfyueiwuy (these characters take place in a ... second? rewrite where i morph the plot/lore where they all fit bc this is all self indulgent) im gna reblog this for each character to make this a little bit easier? bc i might... spam on them too... much?

GENESIS ACORSO *human & jo9 member

so first up i have genesis! she’s one of my favorites so far. she’s a jury of nine. she’s not v liked? i mean this as a public figure.

she’s the one that zane goes to when he wants a dirty job to be done, a true puppet.

this is bc with the other jury members, he’s either had to pay for them to join him or he’d have to blackmail them into doing his dirty work or other reasons that make them loyal but still untrustworthy.

take ivy for example, she probably enjoys her job (maybe a bit too much) and then there’s jeffory, whom he blackmailed into staying. (i think. idk its sMTHN along those lines)

with genesis, it’s different. she was raised from a child to be a weapon basically. her family, the acorso family, are known for having the strongest and most productive guards. they’ve prevented horrible tragedies from happening yaddah yaddah.

however, they were taught w/o morals, almost like empty and dangerous puppets to do anyone’s bidding.

growing up, her mother would remind her daily “we are weapons. we cannot afford to have attachments, only enemies.” she was taught to listen to anything her future.... ‘boss’ would tell her to do and it was dishonorable to disobey orders.

this makes genesis the perfect go to for zane when he wants a specific job done quickly and quietly.

so far, i have planned for her is- her relationship with jeffory and katelyn. i love the concept of people with different morals just chilling together.

genesis has a sorta curiosity? with him. she’s never truly been around someone who was as kind hearted as him? she thinks he’s not fit as a member of the jury and thinks it’s a pity someone like him is in this place.

jeffory feels pity for genesis because she’ll never understand what amazing things the world has to offer. it’s not a secret how children of the acorso family are raised so, he sorta feels bad that she had to grow up in such a strict and warped environment.

their interactions usually consist of jeffory trying to be friendly and genesis shooting him down.

also, sometimes he’s sorta her consciousness during missions?

for example, if she’s about to do something cruel, per say.... killing an innocent bystander because they saw too much, jeffory would try to reason with her, keep her from killing that person until they run away or he manages to convince her.

i feel so fucking bad for jeffory for having to deal with her plssss.

do i think she likes jeffory? i think so? or i mean.. at least she finds him favorable? basically if she had to kill him, she’d hesitate. at least that’s what she thinks.

with katelyn, they..... constantly fight. i think she’s the only person so far who’s gotten genesis to show any emotion other than slight annoyance. she’s gotten genesis to get pissed pissed. this is because i think genesis sorta respects katelyn’s strength? they’ve sparred a lot and their scores are always even (yes, they keep score). also yeah genesis has pissed off katelyn way too many times. they just at each other’s throats constantly with snide remarks to the side. but zane puts them in missions together a lot bc their teamwork is remarkable.

and uhhh I THINK THAT’S ALL MY BRAIN CAN MUSTER ON GENESIS RN?

here are some tiny facts from the top of my head.

strong mommy issues

i do have a “faceclaim” for her and it’s casca from berserk bc fuck she’s so pretty

her sense of humor is.. nonexistent. she’ll easily make a funny situation into a serious one.

she surprisingly gets along well with ivy. ivy always goes to place to complain about anything while they spar or while genesis is getting ready for bed

if someone were to ask for her opinion on irene she’d give a generic vague answer but doesn’t personally believe irene was a goddess

has a pretty big family all scattered throughout the ru'aun region (and later on the tu’la region) serving different people of power

she’s a magicks user which makes one of the few acroso family members to have magic. (i just................. have to find out what that power is)

i dont know what weapons she uses which means i dont have a title for her yet. but im thinking she either uses a flail or a polearm

also these are her picrews! i think she’s pretty hot ngl. she keeps her hair short because she can’t be bothered to spend time on her hair when she could be out training. the white streak is there for........cool character design purposes idk i just love characters w/ gray/white streaks and once again, these ocs are for self indulgent purposes.

#I HAVE LIKE... THREE MORE OCS?#they're not as developed as genesis is tbh so i might put them all in one post #also im so sorry if this shit dont make sense #I KEEP APOLOGIZING FOR MY INCOHERENT RAMBLES I SHLD STOP #aphmau #minecraft diaries #mcd rewrite

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wind-becomes-lightning · 2 years

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F and V for the fanfic asks?

Also🍪🍪 Cookies!

F: Share a snippet from one of your favourite dialogue scenes you've written and explain why you're proud of it.

“I really admire you a lot, Tenzō. I think you are a strong and capable man and you are also easy on the eyes,” he winked. Tenzō didn’t know what to say to that so he just made a “hm”-sound as a reply. “I think you’ve come so far and I am proud of you. You were always a reliable companion and from what I hear you are a reliable squad leader, not that I ever doubted you could be. You're strong, you’re smart, you’re loyal and kind and I have treated you so poorly for so long… “ Kakashi trailed off for a moment before finding his voice again. “I used you as a tool to give me relief. And I know that in your life people have said you are nothing but a tool, Danzo has, Orochimaru might have, Lord Third surely has, but Tenzō you are not a tool, you are a person, and all the people using you as a tool, including me, are terrible people.”

Why was he saying such things all of a sudden? Tenzō felt a little like his head was on fire. He had always been content with being used as a tool, why was Kakashi now telling him that that was wrong?

“I think I was a little possessive of you,” Kakashi continued, “I wanted you to admire me the way I could never admire myself,, but in the end it was an unhealthy way of copying with emotions that I wasn’t ready to face. I should have never come to you with it all, it was better when I only met strangers.” Tenzō held himself with an arm on the back of the couch. “This is also why it needs to end, because it was a terrible way of distracting myself from feelings instead of facing them. In these past few months, away from ANBU, I have had time to think about it all and myself and who I wish to be and I noticed that I will need to start facing things much more clearly, no matter how much they hurt. And while I was thinking about this I realised that the person I hurt most is you.” - that is from meet me in the woods and I like it because I always liked talking about kakashis mental health in anbu and after and i just love my kkym a little fucked up so yeah..

V: If you could write the sequel (or prequel) to any fic out there not written by yourself, which would you choose?

hahaha, i somehow have ended up writing my own sequel to @butter--peanut kamui blues. not with the main characters of her fic but with tenzo x'D because i just want that boy to be happy ahaha

fanfic asks :)

#ask things #that dialogue is so long but i like it

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thedarkrose17 · 2 years

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I wanted to try and expand Sol and asked a fellow 15 fan for some questions they found and was using to figure out their 14 characters

Under the cut cause it's long very long

1. How do they present themselves to others?

I like to think Sol's presents himself as a confident but dumb guy. Someone who'll dive headfirst into stuff. Pure of heart dumb of ass pretty much. Sometimes though may come off as someone who's kind of very much done with somethings or people. Depends on if he likes them

2. Do they like animals?

Man's a cat boy

He does. A lot of his minions/pets? ish are animals.

3. How do they dress?

His outfits vary a lot. Usually he likes to glam horns on his head but outfits tend to change a lot from cropped tops, to puffy jackets, v cut jackets. He favours things dyed black though

Currently it's like this until next expansion pack but he's now wearing a white sweet pea necklace too

4. How many languages do they know?

One. Pretty much

5. How big is their family?

I'm unsure how many. I'm torn between 2 or 3 siblings. He also has a father from the sun seeker tribe and a mother from the moon tribe I'm unsure on names sadly

I feel like the siblings maybe named after moons or planets

6. What is their purpose in the story?

His purpose basically is to be the hero, save the world, people and at times explore new places

7. Do they know how to fight?

Yep :) he's trying to main two different classes but he's tried a few others.

He mainly sticks as the reaper class but he does switch to the dancer class too at times

8. What is their back story?

His backstory is he left his moon tribe when he turned into an adult because he had a thirst for adventure. He wanted to gain more power so he could help people in need. Plus he wanted to see what the world was like outside of the tribe

9. Why is their name, their name?

Solis Oriole. Solis coming from Sol which is latin for sun and Oriole meaning golden.

He used to be Octavia so eighth sun but I didn't want him to be tied to a show I wasn't crazy about 😅

10. Do they have any nick names?

I call him Sol for short. I like to think some of his friends do too but I feel some are still very formal with his name

11. Do they have a romantic interest?

Ori Vesper (future husband who I'm trying to figure out what kind of person he is)

12. How do they cope with struggles?

He tends to keep them to himself and tries to deal with them solo. It's hard sometimes though

13. Do they have anyone they can lean on?

His friends/co workers, spouse

14. How do they react to someone dying?

He goes quiet, grits his teeth and tries his hardest not to cry in front of others he's supposed to be strong for everyone. He's unfortunately seen a lot of death and sadly he's gotten used to it. Doesn't make it hurt less though

15. Can you name 5 personality traits they have?

-witty

- kind

- loyal

- stupid (just peak himbo truly)

-impulsive/foolhardy (he's jumped into battles without thinking/without support)

16. How did they become a character?

I forget how I found the game but I just prefer making non human characters in fantasy games. So I just maybe spent an hour or more trying to make him/exploring options

Sorry I dunno fully how to answer this 😅

17. Do they get along with others?

Mostly but there's some people he's like 😒 over

18. What flaws do they have?

He's not very smart and sometimes rushes into things without thinking. Also just bottles things up and thinks he can handle struggles solo

Unsure if it's a flaw but he tends to put others before himself. If he died in battle or got gravely injured which for the latter he has been he'd be happy as long as he saved people/no one else suffered

19. How do they influence the story?

Basically he's like a main character so he tends to influence it a lot whenever he defeats someone bad or saves people /the world

20. What do they look like?

Basically a male miqo with fangs, red eyes, black and grey hair like the picture above. He used to have yellow eyes like his mother but I hc making a deal with a voidscent changed his eyes to red

21. What are their hobbies?

He really enjoys fishing and working on his island farm, tending to his crops and animals, buying new clothes for glamours

22. What are their ticks?

If I'm answering right

The main one is random ear flicks he just does it sometimes without realising or when he's happy

Zoomies for one too

Also just randomly knocking shit off/over

Just does some stuff cats do

23. Do they like children?

He works with/maybe lowkey adopted two. One would kill him if she heard him say that. Alphi and Ali are his family now sorry

He adores them. He wants the world to be a safe haven for them

24. How do they react to being around wild animals?

He's been around a fair few for a while. He's unphased by them. Hell he has a fair few on his farm

25. If they were given the task to prank someone, who would it be, what would they do, and would the prank work?

He knows better not to prank as some would probably kick his arse plus he'd be pretty hopeless with pranks

26. Do they have any survival skills?

Surprisingly yes. He knows fishing so he could fall back on that if he needed to. He's learned to make a fire and has some basic cooking skills.

He might be able to make a shelter for himself too nothing amazing but enough to protect him

27. Are they more book smart or street smart?

Street smart. He doesn't read too often

28. How do they get out of a difficult situation?

Usually he'd fight his way out of it

29. Do they use their body, mind, personality or force to get what they want?

None? He puts others wants before his own

I guess maybe personality if it came to it

30. What music do they enjoy?

He doesn't have a favourite but he enjoys all sorts whatever he hears bards in the square playing really

31. How do they overcome obstacles?

By trying to fight them whether it be physically or mentally

Fighting is the main thing he knows. His go to so to speak

32. When faced with a difficult decision do they get stronger or break?

Stronger

33. Do they have any special powers?

He's got the powers of a voidscent/demon I guess on his side. Who can take him over and give him more power

34. How do they change throughout the story?

He goes from being a wide eyed clueless adventurer to a somewhat maybe battle hardened hero who's dealt with a lot of death and trauma

35. Do they have any friends? If so, are they close knit?

The main scions, Sol's pretty close to. Some he sees like family like Alphi and Ali. And some like G'raha and Estinien he sees as best friends/maybe has a crush on them I'm unsure still

36. How is their family life?

It's pretty good, healthy. He sends letters to his family whenever he can and visits when he's free

37. Are they likable?

Very likable

38. Are they the hero, or anti-hero?

Hero

39. Do they make questionable choices?

Sometimes. By questionable if it's stupid then yes. Man said he'd drink an entire lake to find something (he would have)

40. How do they become who they are?

Through experience, trauma, friendships and time

If this is the right answer to this 😅

41. How was their childhood?

Fairly chill and normal pretty much. Uneventful? I guess nothing bad really happened. Maybe sheltered due to him growing up mostly surrounded by miqos and no other races

42. Are they close with anyone who is going to screw them over?

Not really

43.How do they adapt to different situations? Do they adapt at all?

Surprisingly fairly quickly. He just focuses on the task at hand

44. How do they speak? Examples - Are they soft spoken, hot heated, vulgar

Fairly casually maybe swears a lot

45. Are they opposed to violence?

Nope

46. When is their birthday?

25th sun of the 5th umbral moon or

25th of October (may have picked it cause a character I like has that birthday)

47. Are they quick to judge?

No he tries not to be

48. Do they have anything they are trying to hide from others?

Emotions, trauma

49. Do they act different around different people?

Yes he's more casual around friends and more >:( around people he dislikes

50.Do they enjoy the arts?

He likes dancing pretty much

51. Do they like science?

He's not very smart but he's studied some alchemy. Didn't stick with it

52. Are they more emotional or logical?

Emotional maybe

53. How do they deal with their emotions?

He tries to bottle stuff up until he's alone then the floodgates open

54. How do they cope with sadness?

He's got depression. He's experienced a lot of sadness but he just powers through it. I feel like he just goes silent sometimes

55. What is something they care about?

Family, friends, where he lives, fishing

56. Would they die for anyone/anything?

100%

57. What do they do when they are happy?

Flicks his ears, grins showing off his fangs

Probably goofs around with his powers, dances

58. How would they come across to other characters? Examples- messy, lazy, childish, caring ect.

Caring probably at points childish/dorky too. A disaster around pretty men

Put him in a room with a pretty man he'll either try to be smooth and flirt or turn bright red and stutter no inbetween. (100% was like this with his hubbie)

59. Do they have a phrase they use over and over?

Not really

60. In a crowed room are they in the corners, sides, or in the middle?

Sides. He's assessing people. Also probably reluctant to sit at a table with a drink cause last time he did someone poisoned his drink and that still traumatises him to this day

61. Are they comfortable being in a crowed room?

He's somewhat introverted so not always

62. How do they relax?

Fishing or listening music or just go to his farm island

63. Have they ever harmed anyone and regretted it? Verbally or physically?

64. Do they like to dance?

Very much so

65. How do they get around their environment? Examples - horses, bike, vehicle

Mostly chocobo, car sometimes creatures/other animals

66. What is their pet peeve(s)?

Things that bug him I think loud noises. I feel like since he's miqo and their cat people he has sensitive ears and loud noises bother him

Probably loosing bait when fishing too

And just a certain couple of ascians and a certain prince Zenos

67. Do they have a disability?

68. How do they react to getting flowers?

He'd be flattered and maybe turn all blushy and stutter if they're from a cute man/his hubbie

69. Would they ever wear a flower crown?

He has :)

70. Do they like themselves?

He's pretty ok with himself

71. Who do they dislike?

Zenos, Ascians, at one point the twins dad

There's a list

72. What is their motto?

He doesn't really have one

73. Do they have any markings on their body?

He has facial tattoos that look like stripes but no scars

74. Have they ever been abused?

75. What is their biggest fear?

Corruption, loosing all his friends and loved ones, failure, not being good enough

76. What are their goals?

Save people pretty much, protect his loved ones and friends

77. How do they go about achieving their goals?

By keeping strong so he can save and protect others

78. Do they have a fight or flight response?

Fight

79. Is there someone in their life that they care about more than themselves?

A fair few people mostly the scions and his family

80. How would they fair in zombie apocalypse?

He'd do pretty well his weapon is long and he can warp plus has voidscent to help him

81. Do they have any tattoos? If so, are they significant?

Facial ones. Not really they just look like tiger stripes

Also currently red cherry blossom branch running up his arm to his neck (in a perfect world I could keep the tattoo on him forever T-T)

82. Are they good at mental math?

Nope rather hopeless

83. Do they get along with others?

He mostly does unless they're trying to hurt people or hinder him

84 Are they lazy?

85. Are they self motivated?

Yes

86. How do they cope with anger?

He tends to focus it in battle sometimes but mostly he's fairly good at coping with it

87. Have they ever been in a situation where they were helpless?

Yes at points he has been but managed to pull through

88. Are they organized or messy?

Both ish. His inventory can be a mess and chocobo saddles but his apartment is organised ish

89. Can they remember a lot of information at once?

He tries to

90. What is their occupation?

Reaper when he's doing hero stuff and fisherman when he's off duty

91. Do other characters respect your OC, if so, is it out of fear? Or do they respect your OC because they like them?

Others tend to respect him cause they like him

92. If they were given minutes to live, what would they do? Who would they want to see and say?

If he couldn't reach his family, he'd want to see the scions

He'd probably try to tell them how much he's enjoyed fighting alongside them and being their friend

Probably would cry too which yeah rarely does around others if many people

93. How do they deal with stress?

Focusses it into a hobby when he gets the chance to

94. Do they have a more submissive or dominate personality type?

You'd think the latter but he's more submissive just can act dominate at times

95. Do they have a pet?

Many pets 😅 so many

96. Do they have a stash of weapons?

He has a couple of scythes and some chakrams too

97. Where do they live? Who do they live with?

He lives in the housing area in Ul'dah called the The Goblet. In an apartment. At some point I like to imagine he gets a house with Ori but for now they're crammed in an apartment room

98. How do they calm themselves down?

Deep breathing exercises, going for rides

99. Are they co-dependent?

No he prefers his own company

100. Are they a day, or night person?

100% night owl

#darkrose17 stuff #this took a while holy shit T-T I'm free XD #but yeah this was interesting it helped me think about Sol more and expand him a little #this is very self indulgent I dunno if anyone else will be interested in this 😅

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wyvri · 1 year

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chronos real

i love him v much.

. . . Chronos / 5-star / Hydro / Polearm User / Snezhnayan

Kit: (Up for reform)

Notes:

High Base HP

Average Base ATK

Normal Attacks are fairly strong

Normal Attack: Alpine Style - Predictor

Chronos hits 4 graceful strikes with their polearm, each with practice and patience behind them. (ATK% Scaling)

Elemental Skill: Alpine Enchantment - Untold Gratitude

Chronos sends out a Chrone-Clone Version 3.4.5 that reduces Chronos' HP by 10% into the midst of the battle that generates a large field. The Chrone-Clone sends out a wave of hydro every 1 second, applying a Hydro Sigil, a Timeless Revenge, to all enemies within the field. The Timeless Revenge slows enemies movement speed by 15% and reduces the Elemental Resistance of the enemy by the element with the most party members (Hydro takes priority) by 10%. The wave of hydro also heals the user for a percentage of Chronos' max HP, and each active Timeless Revenge sigil adds to this by +100 healing. (Skill dmg ATK%, Sigil dmg HP%, Healing Max HP (% increases w/ level))

Elemental Burst: Alpine Charge - With Great Aspiration

Chronos sends out a Specter Chrone-Clone Version 5.2.0 that reduces Chronos' HP by 15% and appears behind the current player, granting the active character a second, Hydro phantom attack with each Normal Attack for the duration of the ability. When this ability activates, Untold Gratitude fades and cannot be recasted until the ability ends, all Timeless Revenge's on the field explode and are dispelled, damaging the marked enemies greatly. (Initial Skill dmg ATK%, Phantom dmg HP%)

All Timeless Revenges count as Elemental Skill damage

Phantom Attacks count as Normal Attack damage (for increased viability of Heart of Depth, mostly)

Passive I: Eternal Recall

Normal Attacks infused with With Great Aspiration have a 50% chance to apply a Timeless Revenge sigil.

Passive II: My Devotion To You

While With Great Aspiration is active, Chronos grants a Normal Attack DMG boost based off of their max HP.

Passive III: Practice Makes Perfect

When crafting Character Talent Material, Chronos has a 25% chance to return an extra material of equal rarity.

Backstory:

Chronos was a child born in a cult-like church in the snowy peaks of the Snezhnayan mountains during the age of the Archon War. Their family worshipped the God of Time and Keeping, a weakening god. When Chronos was around the age of 14, they sought assistance from the god. He had a younger sibling who had been very ill for most of their life with no cure to be found, one who was slowly dying. The God, who called themselves 'Lana', descended before him, pitying him.

"I did not ask to be worshipped. In fact, I feel ashamed for I am not worthy of the sacrifices your people make to me. I am but a good soon to fall, as I have known for many years," they spoke to him in a feminine, ethereal voice, "I have not responded to their prayers for I fear I cannot fulfill their wishes... I am a terrible god, why do you still worship me?" He had stared into their crystal eyes, unblinking for a pregnant moment, "I... I did not believe in your existence, to be frank. I assumed you were not real or that you had abandoned your loyal worshippers. It had pained me to see them worshipping a god who did not care for their idolization," they took a breath, "However, my sister is very ill. You are a very wise god, you must know many things. My prayer to you is that you will grant me my selfish wish of knowledge, of knowing so I can save my sister... please."

The God stared at the human with wide, glowing eyes. They were apprehensive for many reasons. "I will grant your wish, child of the mountains, but know that it will come at a great price."

"I do not care," they stated quickly, "I'll do anything."

They sighed, "If that is what you want, then I will grant one last wish before I leave this world." Lana smiled, placing their head upon his head as his eyes widened, taking in their final words.

The world faded before them, and when they woke up the God was no longer there.

/ Afterwards: Chronos was given more than just wealths of knowledge, they were given the very powers of the God of Time. They could now view glimpses into the future, gaze upon the past with perfect clarity, and their body was stuck in slowed time. He'd discovered that he could tell when people were near their demise and vaguely how that would occur. And, despite it all, he'd never managed to cure their sister. Chronos did, however, manage to obtain a medicine that would lessen the effects and give her a longer life. She lived had to 34 and on her empty bed was none other than a hydro vision.

/ Current:

Chronos now lives in Liyue under the pretense of being a traveling fortune teller. He does favors for people around the Harbor to make extra money, spending it mostly on books and odd artifacts.

His powers, however, came at more of a price than just Lana's remaining time.

#genshin impact #wyvriocs #genshin oc #art #digital art #adobephotoshop

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paladinspink · 3 years

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friendly reminder that just because he’s small framed astolfo is still very strong!

#hc tag.#even if he was named weak in legend.... astolfo is a very noble fighter!!#he's also v loyal and head strong when he wants to be and...#U WILL LOVE THEM!!

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ptergwen · 3 years

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web of lies

take a leap. if you start to fall, the net will appear to catch you.

photographer!peter x journalist!reader || masterlist

w/c: 7.1k

warnings: swearing, one drinking mention, descriptions of anxiety, and angst if ya squint

summary: peter can’t stop holding your hands, betty and ned are the modern day bonnie and clyde, ned is a terrible guy in the chair, the osborn’s are up to something, and mj hates you all

a/n: y’all i’m super excited about this series like i haven’t had an idea i’ve really loved in months? so it’s good to be back !!! there are tons of things i have planned and i can’t wait to share them with all of you hehe i really hope you enjoy part one <3 happy reading

to be honest, which is what you do best, you’ve had a thing for peter parker your whole time at the daily bugle. you actually almost told him once.

a couple months ago, peter walked you home on a night you worked overtime. he’d came in last minute to leave some pictures on your boss’s desk. no one else but you was there, hunched at your computer in the dim office lighting. peter was pleasantly surprised to see you, yet concerned for your well-being. you had to put your finishing touches on a story.

he didn’t feel comfortable letting you travel alone at that hour. so, he went with you when you were ready. his company was more than welcomed. you told peter about your article while you two sat on the subway. he’d listened intently, your head resting on his shoulder and his arm around you. he made sure you got to your apartment building alright as well.

“hey, peter?” you’d asked, halfway up the steps. he was waiting until you were inside and safe to leave. “hm? you good?” he’d smiled sort of expectantly. “yeah. i... i wanted to say...”

your words got caught in your throat when he gave you the softest puppy eyes you’ve ever seen. you couldn’t do it. for some reason, you were too scared to confess how you felt. “thanks again for walking me home,” you’d settled on. he’d seemed disappointed that was what you wanted to tell him. nevertheless, he said not to worry about it before taking off.

that one moment perfectly captures it all; how yours and peter’s narrative plays itself out.

—

“we’ve got an update on hydra v. the people!”

“those freaky giraffes escaped the zoo... again.”

“shoot one more spitball and it’ll be your last.”

“does anyone have an aspirin?”

welcome to the daily bugle, where the chaos never ends and the calm never starts. you’ll find new york’s finest writers, publishers, and creatives of all kind right here. that would include you. you’re one of the top journalists in the whole building, according to mr. norman osborn. he’s the brilliant and slightly insane man who runs this place.

although it’s rare for someone in your field, you were hired straight out of college. norman read a few pieces you’d written and loved them so much that he offered you a job. full time, full benefits, no questions asked. there was something special about the way you wove your words together. your writing had its own voice. a strong voice, one the paper was severely lacking.

you’ve been with the bugle for just over a year now. it’s not the quiet, nine to five gig you were initially expecting it to be. you’re each very unique individuals in your office, and there’s never a dull moment because of it. your coworkers can be found hosting debates on the riskiest topics or tackling each other for blueberry muffins, and that’s just a regular tuesday. the place is stranger than strange. but, it’s become home.

thanks to mr. osborn being so accommodating, you actually settled in rather quickly. another big help has been the friends you’ve made. your first was michelle jones, who prefers to be called mj. she’s a fellow journalist with a wickedly dark humor that trickles into her writing. if you had to describe her in one word, it would be blunt. mj is as real as it gets, and also eternally loyal. she keeps her circle small, so you’re honored you get to be in it.

mj sits right next to you, which means you’re always talking through your days. that’s due in part to the way your office is set up. there aren’t any cubicles, tables and swirly chairs taking up their space instead. norman heard it was more progressive, probably from his son harry.

harry is about your age, only a couple of years older. he hangs around quite a lot, but doesn’t do much with his time besides that. according to norman, he’s still seeking out his passion. he’s banking on him finding a suitable career at the bugle. he’d like to pass this all on to harry some day, hopefully sooner than later. either way, you don’t mind having harry here. he’s super funny and friendly with everyone.

there’s also ned leeds, who’s an editor and reviews most of your pieces. he’s sweeter than candy, even when he’s ripping your grammar to shreds. on the rare occasions you’re not discussing breaking news, you two talk about movies. ned is a film buff and gives you the best recommendations. you’re convinced he was a critic in his past life.

last but so from least is peter parker. he only works for the bugle part time, since he’s still in school. you both graduated from your respective colleges the same year. peter wants to get his masters degree, though. he’s a photographer who’s aspiring to be a cinematographer. him and ned have their passion for the industry in common, and that’s what makes them such great friends.

you learned this and more from the times you and peter have partnered up on stories. he’s one of your best friends not only at the bugle, but in your entire life. the many long nights you’ve spent collaborating have brought you close to each other. they consist of drinking and deep talks, along with some actual work. he takes the pictures, you do the writing. you’ve been told you make a lovely pair.

peter says it himself, too. you’d like to believe he means it as more than coworkers. he’s so caring, and smart, and pure, and peter. yeah, you like him an awful lot. you can hardly stand the feeling of it sometimes.

the fact that you you haven’t come clean already is ridiculous.

“goddamn. not again,” you mutter out. “em, you better come look at this. it’s bad.” mj wheels over to you in her chair with a puzzled look. her eyes follow yours, landing on your computer. “leeds just sent this? to everyone?” she questions, your reply a short hum. you’re both staring daggers at the email your screen displays.

ned is responsible for assigning each journalist their own topics to cover. he’s been lacking a bit recently, having you write up think pieces on fluffy things. in other words, stuff that no one cares about. he asked you to compare oat milk and almond milk just last week. you’d hoped this week would be better, but here you are.

“this is ass. who does he think we are, buzzfeed?” mj scoffs at her own words. the daily bugle prides itself on being a reliable news source, on paper and tv. you’re starting to stoop down to the low level of your competitors. “he assigned me some tiktok dance trend. i’m not writing a single word about that app.” she sets her elbows down on the table, head in her hands.

“aw, why not? grandma mj isn’t down with the kids?” you tease and click out of the upsetting email. “i don’t write for kids,” mj deadpans. she pushes her glasses up on her nose. “what’d you get?” “the evolution of memes,” you gloomily reply. you’re surprised norman has been approving these topics. then again, ned is the head editor. he can do whatever he wants regardless of approval.

mj glares over at the kitchen, where betty brant currently resides. she’s making two hot chocolates instead of her usual one. “i blame her,” mj mumbles to you. your eyebrows furrow. “dude, what? betty is an angel. she doesn’t even work in editing.” betty is the bugle’s highest rated anchorwoman. her and her news team are on people’s televisions every night.

“no, but she has been spending a generous amount of time with leeds,” mj grumbles. she’s admittedly very nosy. the upside is that she tells you any juicy office drama there is. “my theory is betty’s making him give us crap stories so she can report the good ones.” she glances over at you to see what you think. “no way. that can’t be allowed... or legal,” you laugh back.

as if on cue, ned appears next to betty in the kitchen. he takes the extra hot coco that’s piled high with whipped cream. betty tucks a sheet of paper into his suit pocket and kisses his cheek, then he’s gone. you can only gasp as you watch this unfold. what has she done to poor, clueless ned?

“not such an angel anymore, huh?” mj smirks in satisfaction. “suddenly, she has red horns and a pitchfork,” you bitterly agree with your tongue in your cheek. betty waves to you two on her way back to broadcasting. mj gives her a fake nice finger wave, you ignoring her. “we can’t sit back and let this happen, em. we have to do something,” you decide. “let’s tell norman.”

uninterested, mj takes off her glasses and starts to clean them. “like he’ll believe us. yeah, golden girl betty brant is sabotaging the writer’s room,” she rewords her previous statement to put its stupidity in perspective. you throw your hands up. “she is, though! we literally watched it happen!” mj puts her freshly wiped glasses back on and sighs.

“i doubt norman would care, y/n. every newspaper to ever exist is corrupt somehow.” your pessimistic old pal has a point. however, you’re not so willing to accept it. “why can’t we be the first one that isn’t?” you offer a small smile. mj snickers, wheeling back to her own computer. “those are words of the innocent.” she’s already tapping her fingers across the keyboard.

“i thought you weren’t doing the tiktok piece,” you say under your breath. you’re slightly pissed mj turned you down, since she’s the reason you know about betty’s meddling. “i’m not,” mj answers sharply. “i’m gonna email quentin and ask if we can change our topics. happy?” quentin beck is another editor in the building. he’s not bad, but he is intimidating. no one typically goes to him as their first option.

“i’m thrilled,” you confirm and grin at mj to emphasize it. “thanks for stepping up. you’re forgiven.” “i didn’t realize i had to be sorry,” mj notes, this time in a playful manor. she shakes her head as she begins writing. “you and your morals.”

what you value most in your career is honesty, under any circumstances. of course, the other daily bugle writers are the same. norman strictly prohibits clickbait and crazy headlines because that isn’t real news. you leave that to companies like buzzfeed. you’re honest in the sense that you say whatever has to be said, what everyone else is too afraid to. you’ll speak your truth no matter who tries to stop you.

it didn’t used to be that way. there’s some childhood trauma that remains deep in the back of your mind. you’ve left that behind you now, having over a decade to cope with it. hey, they say the past is in the past. what’s important is your takeaway, that you would never let yourself or anyone else be silenced from there on out. never again.

quentin ends up giving you the okay to write different stories. he lets you and mj choose choose your own because he’s got “better things to do” and you’re “big girls.” what a peach he is. mj goes with how capitalism is continuing to provoke global warming. she has something to say about every major world issue, and you admire the hell out of her for it.

you’re a bit stuck when it’s time to write your article. it’s terribly ironic because you pushed for this. you aren’t too worried, though. the city is crawling with material, so you’ll find what you’re looking for eventually. lucky for you, some much needed inspiration comes skipping out of the elevator.

“morning, peter,” you hear liz greet him at the front desk. she’s your floor’s receptionist. her wisdom and patience keep this place going. “hi, liz. how’s it going?” he asks. “things have been quiet... mostly. can i do anything for you?” liz peers up at him. peter sports a shy smile. “uh, yeah. mr. osborn wanted to see me?” “right. hang on.” she nods, dialing his office phone number.

it’s endearing how peter calls him mr. osborn, seeing as the rest of you go with norman. he’s probably the politest guy you’ve ever met.

grinning, liz puts down the phone. “you can go in whenever you’re ready. good luck!” peter laughs nervously and turns to leave. “thanks, you too.” his face falls when he realizes his mistake. “wait, i- i didn’t mean to say that. that was stupid. you’re not-“ “it’s fine, peter,” liz reassures him. his anxiety makes him trip over his words sometimes. that, and he’s a bit dorky in general. you find it rather adorable.

you also wonder what exactly he needs good luck for. he’s not even supposed to be working today, so your curiosity as to what’s going on has been piqued.

“um, i’m gonna go now. bye!” peter rushes off, his face tinted pink from the embarrassing encounter. you’re hoping he’ll stop and talk with you for a little while, but he heads straight to norman’s office. your whole body deflates at that. mj notices from her peripherals.

“what’s the matter? missing your hubby?” she coos, her words dripping in sarcasm. “no,” you lie. “i’m... i don’t know what to write about.” ok, there’s some truth. mj gives you a couple pats on the shoulder. “ask parker for help. you two work... well together. don’t you?” this must be the zillionth time you’ve heard that.

“we do,” you murmur and glance at norman’s closed door. peter is hidden behind it. “i just don’t wanna bug him. he has finals soon, and whatever norman is putting him up to. it’s my job, anyway.” mj pokes your arm. “those sound like excuses to me,” she concludes, still jabbing at you childishly. “you really just don’t wanna tell him you like-“

“can you keep it down?” you hiss, yanking your arm back. “he’s literally right over there.” peter stands up and shakes norman’s hand. you catch it through the blinds on his window. “y/n, you were drooling over his mere presence only minutes ago,” mj prefaces, a smile pulling at her lips. “you can handle three little words. i like you, that’s it. spit it out already.”

you’ll never admit this to mj, but she’s right. you lost your momentum after your first failed attempt to say the three little words. you’re still not sure what stopped you. you’d shared the details of that faithful night with her, and she’s been pushing you to try again since.

the door to norman’s office opens, and out walks peter. he’s beaming after their conversation, which seems like a good sign. harry passes peter on his way in to pay his dad a visit. he claps him on the shoulder, peter happily accepting before continuing his stride back into the main office. it takes a moment to register that he’s coming towards you.

you quickly set your focus back on your computer so he doesn’t think you’ve been watching him. even though, you definitely have.

“y/n!” peter calls your name. he’s on the opposite side of your table, in front of you. “peter!” you match his tone. “i was just dropping by. i thought i’d say hey while i’m here.” he’s still grinning. “what’re you doing?” he looks cute as ever in an oversized and cream colored sweater. his curls are slicked back with a tad too much product, cheeks rosy. you gaze up at him when he rests his arms on the table.

“pretending to be productive,” mj answers for you, pressing her lips together. peter cocks his head to the side. “pretending?” “ignore her. she’s being a shit stirrer today,” you explain. “like every other day,” he jokes, earning a laugh from you. mj just tuts and keeps writing. “talk about me like i’m not here,” she mumbles to herself, then gets back into her article.

“anyways, i thought you didn’t work today?” you ask to take the attention off yourself. also, because you’re curious. “oh! get this.” peter perks up even more, if that’s possible. he has energy like no other. “you know alex in broadcasting? betty’s camera guy?” “what about him?” you wonder. “he called in sick earlier this morning, with the flu or something.” he’s oddly excited to announce this. that prompts you to make a funny face.

biting back another smile, peter elaborates. “mr. osborn needed someone to fill in for him, so he picked me. i’ll be here all week.” it makes sense, since peter knows how to work a camera and does so wonderfully. you give him a celebratory push at his chest. “peter, that’s amazing! this is the perfect way to transition from pictures to film, right?” he’s nearing his finals at school, which consist of more movie-like projects. the news will be great practice.

then, he’s off to hollywood. you’ll put that out of your mind for now.

“exactly! i think it’ll be a good place to start. the pay isn’t bad either.” peter wiggles his eyebrows at you, you giggling once again. you do a lot of that when he’s around. that’s going to be more often now. “plus, i get to see you. everyone wins.” he squeezes your hand that was just on him. your heart begins to thump. “except alex,” you challenge, playing with his fingers. “but, for real. i’m happy you get to do this and that we’ll be spending more time together.”

“thanks, y/n/n. me too.” peter grins and leans over, taking a peek at your computer screen. there’s a blank word document on it. “you never told me what you’re up to,” he chuckles. “guess mj was right... nothing.” “i’m always right,” she chimes in from next to you. you look between the two of them with a scowl. “i haven’t found my story yet. i don’t know, this never happens.” peter nods as you share your dilemma. “no good ideas are coming to me,” you murmur.

“they will. you have a way of attracting things.” he licks his lower lip, your heart completely stopping this time. “well, i gotta go set up for rise and shine with betty brant.” he waves his hand like he’s presenting his words. that’s what betty calls her morning news segment. “be careful with her. she’s being really sketchy these days,” you warn peter, mj grunting in agreement.

confused, peter purses his lips. “really? ned says she’s a sweetheart. they’ve been going out for a while.” mj pops her head up and adjusts her glasses. “did ned also tell you she’s bribing him to give her all of our scoops?” she’s asking rhetorically because she already knows the answer. of course he didn’t. “it’s one thing to not like her. you’re just making things up now,” peter huffs.

mj kicks your foot under the table. “i told you no one would believe us. not even peter gullible parker.” “it’s benjamin,” he corrects her. “whatever,” she brushes it off, resuming her work.

peter does tend to be sort of naive, to only see the good in things when there’s plenty of bad. you’re the same in that way, unless you hang around mj for too long.

“is that true? betty’s stealing your stories?” peter turns to you and asks. you gesture to your screen. “i don’t have one, so you do the math.” he hums sympathetically. he’ll listen to you, never mj. “i’m sorry. thanks for telling me, y/n. i’ll watch out for her.” he bends his fingers to look like goggles, putting them around his eyes. you sigh lightheartedly.

“are you twenty two years old or twelve?” mj remarks, but not without a comeback from peter. “you’re, like, eighty five. worry about that.” they’ve had this type of banter for as long as you’ve known them. it’s equal parts amusing and exhausting. “don’t be late on your first day.” you snap peter out of it with a knowing smile. he returns it.

“i hope something crazy happens so you can write about it.” he’s walking backwards now, towards the elevator. “see you later, pete,” is all you say back, yet another laugh threatening to escape you. “see you. bye, michelle,” peter says just to bug her. “it’s mj,” she groans without looking up. he shrugs. “not so fun, is it?”

after peter is gone, you try to get back into work. or rather, you try to start your work. what he said about you having a way of attracting things keeps ringing in your head. was he flirting? no, he couldn’t have been. peter parker doesn’t flirt. words aren’t his strong suit, and you have countless memories that prove this to be true. earlier with liz, for example.

you’re probably reading way into this. peter was simply doing what any good friend would do and gave you advice.

it’s late in the afternoon when anything worth mentioning happens again. peter is still with betty, as far as you know. they’re probably preparing for the nighttime news now. all you’ve done since seeing him is nibble on snacks and bug mj, who’s almost done with her story despite your distractions. this is really bad, considering your deadline to submit is at the end of today.

you’ve never missed a deadline.

mj emails her work to quentin while you repeatedly bang your head on the table. she hits send before deciding to entertain you. “whatcha doing over there?” she cautiously prompts, powering off her computer. “trying to get an idea. i’m desperate, if you couldn’t tell.” your voice is muffled. “i could.” mj grabs your shoulders and pulls you back so you’re sitting up. you childishly pout.

“y/n, the only thing that’s gonna give you is brain damage,” mj says sternly, then softens her tone. “why don’t you ask for an extension? norman gives me them all the time.” whining, you slump down in your chair again. “yeah, but you’re you! we do things differently, have different expectations put on us.” she’s back to cold mj after you say that. “alright. at least i did something today besides pine over that little-“

mj’s insult for peter is interrupted by harry. “ladies, what’s shaking?” he comes up to you two with a the hint of smirk on his face. you manage a nod to acknowledge him. “oh, hey... harry,” mj unenthusiastically replies. she’s the one person who isn’t really a fan of him. “not much. y/n was just having a tantrum.” “she was not,” you dismiss her. “it’s work stuff. you know your dad.”

harry clicks his tongue in a teasing way. “yep, the grind never stops in this joint. boss man is...” he does the sign for cuckoo with his finger. you laugh a little at that. “in a good way,” you add on. mj only watches you two, blinking blankly. harry gives you a definitive pat on the back. “before i forget, he wants to see you.” that gets mj talking. “norman?” she questions. “your dad?” you choke out at the same time.

“who else? he said you two have to talk.” harry flashes you a weary smile. “have fun in there, old sport.” you’re too busy biting the skin off your bottom lip to respond. “mhm... she will,” mj speaks on your behalf. even she sounds worried. saluting you both, harry leaves to go pester your other colleagues. you’re completely and totally fucked.

“that’s it for me!” you grin sarcastically, freaked out by harry. “i’m fired, aren’t i? i’m definitely about to get fired, and it’s all because-“ “relax!” mj cuts off your rambling. she reaches down and grasps at your wrists. “get it together, y/l/n. you’re the best we have, okay? you aren’t going anywhere.” your grin becomes a frown. “then why does norman wanna talk to me? and, why don’t i have a story?”

mj always has the answers, but this time is the execption. she lets out a breath. “i don’t know. you’ll go find out and tell me what happens.” there’s no use protesting. you’re going to have to face whatever you’re about to at some point. “ok,” you give in, defeated. “i’ll be back soon, i hope.”

the walk to norman’s office feels like a walk of shame. mj can do nothing but sit back and observe it. if this ends the way you think it will, you’ll be collecting your things and won’t ever return. norman is a kind man, and he’s usually pretty understanding. he doesn’t mind the workplace shenanigans as long as you get your job done. unfortunately, you haven’t today.

you hear your boss’s booming voice when you approach his door. inhaling deep, you knock on it, and the room goes silent. “come in,” norman responds after a few seconds. mustering up a smile, you open the door to be met with your doom. “hi, am i interrupting something?” you check. “not at all! you’re just the person i wanted to see. sit, sit,” he beckons you over. he’s not using his angry voice, so maybe you’re in the clear. you enter the room as told.

you’re shocked to see a terrified peter is already in one of the chairs. he visibly relaxes a bit now that you’re here. what the hell is happening? whatever you were expecting, this was the last thing.

taking the armchair next to peter, you sit facing norman’s desk. you nudge his arm to get his attention. his big brown eyes lock with yours. “what’s going on?” you whisper. “no idea,” peter whispers back. the two of you turn to norman again when he claps his hands. he’s plopped down into his cushy leather seat.

“so,” he begins, gaze flicking from peter to you. “you kids know why you’re here?” “is it because i missed my deadline?” you blurt out. you’re once again a nervous wreck. peter doesn’t speak, just winces. “not that. although, i did hear from ned that you turned down his assignment.” norman flicks at a post-it on his desk. “i asked quentin for one instead. me and mj,” you explain, peter’s eyes going wide.

“you talked to quentin? that guy’s bad news,” he murmurs to you. “how so?” norman questions, since it’s his employee. “he- he, um,” peter clears his throat before answering, “he’s super critical, you know? hates all my pictures.” “i love your pictures,” you assure him, the corners of his lips turning up. “your style is so cool. yeah, though. quentin’s pretty bitter.”

considering this, norman drums his fingers on the desk. “i’ll look into that. but, that isn’t why you’re here. i’m letting you off the hook this time.” your whole demeanor changes and a huge weight lifts off of you. “really? you are?” “i have a scoop of my own that i want you to cover,” he continues, peter bumping your knee happily. a toothy grin takes over your face.

“since peter will be sticking around for a while, i want him to join you.” norman waits a beat in case you have any questions. it’s been a minute since you last worked together. peter laughs in disbelief. “you want me to take over for alex and do this?” norman nods proudly. “y/n will need the extra hands, if you have them.” “yes, sir. i do,” peter immediately confirms. “my last class is next thursday, so i have the time.”

“wait, so you’re almost done? that’s awesome!” you bump peter’s knee this time. “yup, all that’s left is finals... and studying.” he mindlessly takes your hand, lacing your fingers together. you’re enjoying his gentle touches. “thank you so much, norman. seriously, i appreciate this a lot,” you tell him and mean it. “hey, no problem,” he chuckles at your eagerness. you grip peter’s hand tighter.

“what’s the story?” “ah, yes. the most important part,” norman starts, peter sharing an excited look with you. “how familiar are you two with spider-man?” his excitement fades at the question posed. it’s unbeknownst to you, caught up in the moment. “uh, same as everyone else, i guess,” you casually reply. “how come?” “he’s your subject.” norman points at you both. “you’re gonna study him over these next few months.”

peter’s hand goes limp in yours, and he gulps hard, throat feeling dry. “you mean, like, an exposé?” “no, no. there will be no exposing,” norman clarifies. “i’m sure he wears the mask for a reason.” that settles peter only slightly. you’re not sure why he’s so tense all of a sudden. “what’s our aim here, then?” you steer the conversation.

“see what new york’s favorite hero gets up to every day, how his life is beyond the crime fighting,” norman further describes your task. peter exhales a shaky breath, shifting away from you in his seat. the golden sun hits his face and reveals a bead of sweat dripping down it. you stare at his figure in worry. “you okay, peter?” “fine. i’m just... hot,” he murmurs back. his sweater does look pretty heavy, so you concede.

getting back to norman’s story, you grimace at the idea. “do you really think people will want to read that? for lack of a better term, it sounds kind of...” you pause. “basic.” “i thought the same thing at first,” he surprisingly agrees with you. “harry pitched the idea to me this morning. you won’t believe it! the other night, he caught spider-man hanging outside his window.”

“harry... harry saw him?” peter squeaks out. he uses the wool material that feels like it’s swallowing him to dab at his forehead. “he stopped on his balcony. must have been pretty late, the kid’s a night owl,” norman says about his son. your face lights up as you listen to him. “he took some shots of spidey in action, when he swung off. i saw a few. they were pretty great.” he’s grinning at his son’s success.

“maybe he’ll get into photography with you, pete,” norman suggests. peter gives him a weak smile in return. “we’d be happy to have him.” he usually has a lot more to say about his career than that. his behavior is starting to genuinely concern you. “anyway,” norman gets back on topic, “it got me thinking. how much do we really know about this guy? we’re supposed to blindly put our trust in him?”

you’re beginning to see the appeal now. you’ve written your share of pieces on the avengers and their methods, tackling the same questions norman just asked you. spider-man shouldn’t be overlooked, especially when he operates so close to your home. this could be another revolutionary superhero story in the making. and, you get to bring peter along for the ride.

“you know what? this has a lot of potential,” you smile at norman, then peter. he has his phone in his lap, fingers flying across the screen. it must be something important. you’ll discuss with norman while he takes care of that. “we could make it a weekly thing, about spider-man’s adventures. find out what we can about the man behind the mask...” peter shoots up in his seat. “without taking it off,” you finish, putting his mind at ease.

“see, i knew you were gonna love it! it was a blessing in disguise, you missing that deadline.” norman bangs his fist on the table with a hearty laugh. “what do you say, peter? you still in?” peter slips his phone back in his pocket. his tongue pokes out to wet his lips. “oh, of course. i can’t wait to work with you, y/n/n,” he speaks in a monotone voice, adding on, “again.”

something is definitely bothering him, and it isn’t the weather.

“i gotta go. betty needs me upstairs, so,” peter moves to get up, his body stiff. you assume that’s who he was texting. “thank you again, mr. osborn.” he’s rushing out of the room just like that, until you call after him. “um, don’t you wanna set a time to meet up? so we can get started?” you reasonably ask. “i... i really gotta go. find me later,” peter tells you, giving you both a tight lipped smile and running off.

“the dynamic duo is back!” norman announces to you. you’re disappointed you can’t share that sentiment with peter.

he’s absolutely booking it down the stairs, not bothering to wait for the next elevator. this is bad. this is a nightmare.

peter went from having one of his best days in a while to the worst in not even a full round of work. today started off fine, and got better when norman promoted him. it got way better when you came along. he saw your smile that makes his insides tingle, heard your laugh that’s the prettiest sound to grace his ears, held your hand that he never wants let go.

things went a bit downhill after that. betty was pushy and yelled at him a lot, demanding he only film her good angles for the segment. you and mj weren’t wrong when you told him to be careful.

later on when he saw you again, everything was okay. he was physically shaking as brad told him mr. osborn requested to see him. brad is mr. osborn’s assistant. a try-hard for sure, but good at his job. why did mr. osborn call him in? did betty complain already?

they’d been sitting in mostly silence, save for small talk until you came knocking on the door. simply being next to you was enough to ground peter and his racing thoughts. it was enough, then it wasn’t.

the whole day had gone to shit after he found out you were going to be writing stories about his alter ego. not only that, but he was helping. during the pitch, he’d texted ned to meet him in the bathroom. he was really anxious and needed a friend who understood why.

ned accidentally found out peter is spider-man last year. it’s a long story that involves peter hiding from some bad guys in the building and ned shrieking so loud the lights flickered. they’re cool now that peter talked things through with him. his secret has been kept, from what he knows.

pushing open the men’s bathroom door, peter is a mixture of sweat and ragged breaths. he’s panting from his fast descent down the staircase. he takes in his disheveled appearance using one of the mirrors. his styled hair is now damp and undone, hands trembling and palms sweaty, chest heaving. here’s his daily reminder that anxiety is not cute. as if he didn’t know.

his stupid, gigantic freaking sweater is only making things worse. it’s suffocating him. no one else is in here, so peter pulls it over his head and tosses it to the ground. he’s got a t-shirt on underneath that happens to be black. what a convenient day for him to wear the hottest material there is.

peter splashes his face with some cold water next to try and cool himself down. that doesn’t do much for him. his face still feels like it’s on fire, but now it’s wet. he takes his hands through his mop of curls, backing away from the sink.

“fuck. fuck, fuck, fuck,” peter repeats to himself. he’s silent for a moment, then rage overcomes him. he kicks open a bathroom stall. “shit! i can’t do this. what am i supposed to-“

the door creeks open, so peter shuts up in case it isn’t ned. it thankfully is, and he wears a deep frown at the sight of his best friend. “dude, what happened? you look...” “terrible. i know,” peter finishes for him. he tugs at his locks in another attempt to tame them. ned approaches him carefully. “you’re not, like, dying... are you? because betty was telling me you have to-“ “of course you were with betty,” peter exhales in frustration. “no, ned. i’m not dying.”

in ned’s defense, the text he received was very alarming. all peter wrote was, ‘EMERGENCY. SOS.’

“i mean, yeah. it was my break.” ned sits on the ledge by the window, close to peter. “you do the same with y/n.” the mention of your name upsets peter all over again. he hides his face in his hands as ned watches. “if you’re not dying, then what’s the problem?” ned finally asks. “me and y/n...” peter removes his hands from his face, meeting ned’s worried eyes. “mr. osborn wants us to do a project together.”

“uh, peter? you’ve been saying how much you miss her forever, dude! you’re not excited?” ned snorts at him. he means well, but he has no clue what he’s talking about. “no. it’s supposed to be about spider-man,” peter answers angrily. this isn’t the support he was hoping for. realizing the severity of the situation, ned gets serious.

“oh... but, you’re still doing it?” he questions. “i didn’t have a choice,” peter scoffs out. “i can’t let either of them down.” “you’ll expose yourself!” ned escalates things further. “it’s not like that. we’re gonna follow spider-man around and post updates on him,” peter says, technically in the third person. he’s given an are you insane? look from ned.

“you are spider-man! and, no offense, but you’re not so good at hiding it,” ned refers to himself finding out. “how are you gonna be in two places at once?” damnit, peter hadn’t thought about that yet. he can’t be taking pictures of spider-man and swinging from building to building simultaneously. “i- i’ll figure it out,” peter stammers, unconvincingly.

ned looks him over in a disapproving way. “jeez. you’re really putting your life on the line for this girl-“ “woman,” peter interjects, not loving ned’s attitude towards you. “have some respect.” unfazed, ned gets up from the windowsill. “speaking of women, remember betty? you’re still on the clock,” he changes the subject. peter nearly forgot he has to go film her segment.

“i’ll head up to her now,” peter gives in. he scoops up his discarded sweater, not bothering to check his appearance again. ned follows behind him to the door. “we wrote her script together, you know,” he gladly informs peter, who already knows from you. “not really a flex,” peter mumbles his response. “peter, lighten up.” ned hits at his shoulder. the two of them exit the bathroom.

“you’ll figure this out later. i can always help.” he shoots him a sugary sweet smile. “thanks, ned. for talking with me and everything.” peter doesn’t smile back. they do a quick bro handshake, then they’re going their separate ways. “have a good show, dude!” ned yells back, to which he doesn’t get a response. peter doesn’t have it in him.

he allows himself to take the elevator back up to broadcasting. he’s so drained from the several anxiety attacks he endured. while peter waists for the elevator, he contemplates all the issues he’d better solve. it’s a relief to hear it ding because it brings him back to earth. that doesn’t last long because both you and betty are there when the door opens.

you’d each had the same idea, to find peter. unlike betty, your intentions were good. you asked liz if she saw peter leave. she told you he went downstairs, so you did also. betty was already in the elevator when it got to your stop. she was looking for him because, you guessed it, he had to record the news. the small space was filled with tension as you and betty occupied it.

“perfect. we’re going right back up,” betty beams, motioning for peter with her index finger. “hop in!” “coming,” peter does as told, going to stand between you and betty. she presses the button for your floor and theirs. the doors close. “pete?” you speak up, voice soft. “you kinda ran off earlier. i thought you were with betty.” “clearly, he wasn’t,” betty sneers.

you’re less concerned with her and more with peter. the sweater he looked so huggable in is now folded in his arms, his face splotchy and jaw clenched. he must have gotten triggered by something back in norman’s office.

“are you sure you’re okay? you... you can talk to me about it.” you take a step closer to peter, your doe eyes searching for his. he meets them with a tiny smile. at least, it’s real this time. “i’ll be fine, y/n/n. ‘s nice that you came to check on me, though.” “don’t mention it.” your arms loop around his neck and bring him into a hug. peter hugs you back by your middle, chin resting on your shoulder, breathing out in relief.

you keep your hands on his shoulders when you pull back. his stay on your sides, a lopsided grin now crossing his features. “spider-man...” you quirk an eyebrow. “how are you feeling about that?” “should be cool,” peter somehow maintains himself. “i’m mostly looking forward to doing it with you.”

listening in, betty joins the conversation. “what’s happening with spider-man? anything i should know?” her hand reaches into her bag and emerges with a notepad. does she ever think of her own content? “she’s nothing if not persistent,” you grumble to peter. chuckling, he pulls you into his chest. if he didn’t hold you back, you would’ve pounced on her.

“we’re gonna do a piece on him,” peter tells her. “you can’t copy or steal this one because it’s already been approved,” you contribute, smiling smugly as peter holds you tighter. betty is taken aback. “are you accusing me of stealing? who said i-“ “ned ratted on you... sorry,” peter says in a sing song voice. squealing, you jump away from him. “he did? we were right?”

“mj’s never wrong,” he reiterates. “mj knew about this? oh my god, i can’t believe her!” betty stomps her foot. “we got you on candid camera.” you make a clicking noise with your mouth. peter mimes taking a picture to back you up. “alright, alright. i won’t do it again,” betty mumbles, turning away from you two in annoyance.

“finally!” you hold up your hand for a high five, which peter gives you. “we really do make the best team,” he hums. your fingers intertwine with peter’s, and he lays his palm flat against yours. he prays extremely hard you don’t notice that it’s sweaty. you do, but you couldn’t care less.

“i was wondering when you’d wanna start our... research?” peter asks you, his lip between his teeth. “you were saying something earlier. maybe we could make a schedule.” “how elaborate of us that would be,” you tease. that earns a breathy laugh from peter. with a knowing smile, you put your free hand back on his shoulder.

“what are you doing tonight?”

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