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twistedwonderlandshenanigans · 2 months

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Playing Lethal Company With TWST Cast

idk I was feeling silly ig Heartslaybul

Riddle: - Invested in the lore - Hates mods - Dies more often to quicksand and teammates baiting the blind dogs to attack him - Hates his teammates (Ace) baiting the blind dogs to attack him

Trey: - Also invested in the lore - Likes the loot bugs - Mostly stays at the ship to monitor everyone and open doors/disable turrets - Tries to be responsible with the loot/money - Will kill his teammates if they're short quota and sell their bodies Cater: - Screams at the bracken and the giant worm more than anything - Loves the emote mods, poster mods, and skin mods - Will stand on a landmine just to wait for his teammates to get close and blow both of them up - Will not go back to get your body besties sorry - Always brings a sign in, always drops it so someone else has to beat the shit out of the monsters Deuce: - Gets eaten by the mimic doors...A Lot - Also dies via Ace baiting the blind dogs - Was also the one the find out about the bridge having a weight limit - Does not trust the teleporters because he always ends up in a locked room - Boomba is his worst enemy, he runs into landmines all by himself just fine he doesn't need one to run into him - Always goes back to get teammates bodies - The ghost girl targets him a lot - Has gotten really good at avoiding the coilheads because Ace always ditches him, but he can't jump on rails to save his life Ace: - Menace to his teammates (see above) - 1000000000 mods - Push mod is his favourite - Immediately finds the most annoying noisy item he can - He's fast at running but is always too slow at putting his metal items down when it's stormy out - Buys a jetpack and immediately destroys it - Buys a rifle and uses it on his teammates - Loves baiting the monsters to use the teleporters - Second loudest in the dorm after Cater, though Riddle is close too

Savannaclaw

Leona: - Will only play if push mod is enabled - Literally does nothing but kill his teammates because he thinks it's funny - The spore lizard thing is his favourite and he could not tell you why - On the last day, he ends up pulling through for his team because he wants to make quota - He will convince his teammates to ring the bell more than they should just to watch them get mauled - Loves the mod where he gets to be the monsters Ruggie: - Menace 2.0 but not in the same way Ace is - He immediately fucks with the light as soon as he can - Lies to his teammates about which emergency exits are safe - Loves the teleporters - He also loves when he can juke the turrets and stand on top of them - Also the first to run if he hears a thumper or spider - Calls the bracken his friend - Will lock people in rooms whenever possible, especially if there's a turret Jack: - Likes to stay at the ship and be dependable, will monitor and lead teammates through the map - Because of this he normally stays at full health so his teammates nominate him to go get a beehive right before they leave a moon - Buys the teleporter to get everyone's bodies back without risking loosing the loot - Doesn't know the maps from the inside very well so he will end up tailing someone the whole time if he chooses to go inside - Hates that the mimics can use voice clips from the players but it's also really funny for any dead teammates spectating - Thinks it's sad that the dogs are blind, but really appreciates the fact that the dogs and giants work together to hunt prey

Octavinelle

Azul: - Coward /affectionate - Wants to stay in the ship, but Floyd/Jade both inverse teleport him a lot lmao - Hates the SCP mod?? Map?? idk at this point - The ghost girl targets him so much it's hilarious - Tries to stay in charge of the money, Floyd usually intervenes - Dies to giants a lot - Thought the slots mod might be fun, until Floyd spent all their money - Gets used as bait a lot - The spiders hate him Jade: - Inverse teleports EVERYONE he thinks the unpredictability is Funny - Likes to sneak up on his teammates - Pretends to be a mimic a lot (Floyd panics and ends up hitting him with the shovel) - Teammates compare him to the bracken a lot (they mysteriously die shortly after) - If someone kills him he votes to return to the ship early to be petty - Loves the monster mod that lets him torture his friends - Adores the loot bugs so much they're his Little Guys - Compares Floyd to the Thumper a lot - Brings your body back to. right in front of the ship so when you're spectating you can watch them abandon you Floyd: - Menace 3.0 (uses All tactics mentioned above) - hates the backroom mod - Screams at all the monsters, mostly out of joy - Loves the twerking emote - The Jack in the Box is his favourite - He loves the nutcracker too because when he kills it he gets the rifle - He will proceed to use the rifle irresponsibly - Finds all the ways to die on Gordion - Carries the boombox around everywhere

Scarabia

Kalim: - Can't play it's too scary for him. Even the minecraft world mod. It's just not for him. When he tried playing he got struck by lightning. Jamil: - Has to play with the arachnophobia filter - Still screams with the millipedes/face huggers - Always has a shovel, flashlight and walkie so he doesn't get much loot - Likes putting the mimic mask on to terrify everyone else even if it means he dies - Also enjoys the boombox and jamming out with the slime

Pomefiore

Vil: - Gets super competitive - Actually loves the push mod but would never admit it - Loves beating the shit out of thumpers - Will kill his own teammates if they honk horns and shit he will NOT tolerate it - Ends up dying to the bracken a lot - Comments on how little sense the value of each thing is (especially the hair dryers) - Also makes up a lot of theories about the game and lore while he's playing but if you call him out on it he'll deny that he's That invested in the game (he will never look up the actual lore) Rook: - Literally only plays to try and kill the monsters he doesn't give a fuck about quota - Push mod is Funny - Dies to the slime a ridiculous amount of times because he's too busy beating the shit out of something else - Was the first one to die to a giants fart - Somehow always manages to get beehives with minimal damage - Tricks and/or "blackmails" people into trying fire exits out for him (he wants to see more of the mimic, but will leave all their loot on the ground) Epel: - Loves the high risk high reward moons - Teammates try to use him as bait, but he always uno reverses them - Blind dogs are his favourite and he likes to crouch walk with them and lowkey pretend they are his Friends - Loooooves the jetpack, he's half decent at flying with it - Has died to the ladder more than once (he did it to himself) - Also tries to send himself to the backrooms by charging things that should Not be charged - Runs into the bees by accident a lot

Ignihyde

Idia: - Literally so many fucking mods - He looses interest in Lethal Company pretty quickly - Trans cat stuffy is his baby - the cat mod is the reason he stays, but then he also refuses to sell them to the company - He sometimes lets Ortho control everything (like monsters spawning, how fast time passes in game, how many inventory slots he has, etc. etc.) and it makes it more engaging for him and fun for Ortho Ortho: - When he plays alone he only plays on the minecraft map mod - He likes collecting Steve - Otherwise he invades public lobbies and is a little menace to everyone - At least once in game he'll abandon everyone because he thinks their panicking is funny - If he dies early, he doesn't quite grasp that it's frustrating when he calls the ship to leave, so it happens pretty much whenever he dies early - Speed runner when he's by himself because he has....all the mods at his disposal

Diasomnia

Malleus: - He can't fix a tamagotchi, you think this man is playing a video game? - Sorry, you can play with him one on one to teach him the controls but you're not getting in the building Lilia: - Menace 4.0 - Grandpa is a little shit - Loves the coil heads and luring them towards his teammates, just to ditch them - Teleporters are his best friend - Dies to the elements more often than monsters (quicksand/Lightning/fall damage? Gravity) - Has also died via standing underneath the pod when it's delivering stuff - Loves the push mod - Calls the loot bugs his children - Will find a jar of pickles and defend it with a rifle, nobody is allowed to sell it Silver: - Dies to a lot of the monsters because Lilia told him there's a mod that lets him befriend them when there's not one installed - Has never died to a mimic door somehow - Has an amazing sense of direction in game, always knows where he is and how to get to the exit - Buys a rifle but tries to never use it - Mostly tails other teammates to make sure they're safe - If he stays in the ship he ends up falling asleep Sebek: - Dies to the blind dogs a lot - Also sustains damage from Lilia trolling him while he's trying to cross the bridge - Would rather play with no mods - Gets so proud when he brings back a lot of loot - Always tries to go back for more loot and ends up taking too long to get back to the ship

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hyeque · 2 years

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you’re not you [kozume kenma]

@melianlmao said: Hi!! Can I get a number 2 on the Angst prompt list for Kenma please? Congratulations On 200! You deserve it for your amazing writing!! <3

synopsis: you and kenma have a fallout with your relationship

notes: hey, sorry this too so long but as usual i wrote a bunch! and tysm for supporting me. i hope you enjoy this!

warnings: just angst, like a lot, open ending, typos probably, this is LONG (2.6k to be exact)

kenma knew he fucked up.

he can't remember how it all went terribly downhill, but currently, the two of you were in the middle of a screaming match. and anyone knew it had to be astronomically bad for kenma to be screaming.

and now he's sitting in his gaming chair mauling over the last conversation the two of you had right before you broke up with him...

"-i don't get why this is such a big deal, you know how my job is, how my life is, why is everything suddenly a shock to you?!" he snapped, hands running through his long locks for the thirtieth time.

"you know i didn't sign up to be ignored or dismissed most of the time! you act like being my boyfriend is a chore or something!"

"if that's how you see it then that's not my fault." he laughed bitterly. "it's not my fault that you're so damn clingy."

you were taken aback by his words but continued your rant, "well not acting like my boyfriend is one thing, but going off and acting like some else's is something i can't tolerate."

"this again?" he questioned, "and i've told you a million times that mika and i are just friends. i can't help that we stream together a lot."

your head starts to throb from stress. as smart as kenma is, how could he be so clueless to your feelings? "well, you don't want to go public with our relationship and people keep thinking that she's your girlfriend! i mean how hard is it to deny that?!" you're shaking by this point. your heart racing a thousand miles per second.

"i've never said she was my girlfriend on stream, twitter, youtube, or anywhere, i've even denied it. but i can't control what my fans think either." he argued.

it's quiet for a moment, the tension hanging onto a meer thread.

"kenma, all i'm asking for is some change. we can't keep going like this." you voice is strained, exhausted. you wanted so badly to curl up in his arms and call it a night but it was far from comfort for the moment.

there's a blank look on kenma's face. the same one he gives when he's indifferent about something. "it's already hard. i can't just change everything to accommodate you."

a pang struck your heart. the next words that came out of your mouth didn't feel like they entirely belonged to you.

"then," you start, "we should break up."

his head snapped up and for the first time in twenty minutes he was looking at you. "what?"

"if there's no room for me in your life, in your schedule, as your girlfriend," your lip quivered as you spoke your next words, "then it's only best that we break up. i don't want to take up anymore of your 'free time'." you turned and grabbed your jacket and keys. you didn't want to give him time to speak.

"wait-"

"i'll be back to get my stuff later. see you around, or not." you said before opening and slamming the front door shut.

already, the place kenma was supposed to call home felt bigger, emptier, and colder without you in it. but as he swallowed his pride, he couldn't admit to himself that you were the answer to everything he needed.

"he's such an idiot." hinata huffs. "do you want me to knock some sense into him?"

currently you're on video call with hinata. it had been several months since you and kenma broke up. the topic of kenma came up once hinata mentioned that the blonde wants for him to join in a collaboration. apparently 'for your sake', hinata turned it down.

when hinata first learned of your break up, it devastated him. he could see the pain in your eyes as you talked about it to him. you had come to terms with telling him about it once hinata began to notice the trend that you and kenma were video chatting him separately and not together like usual.

to see you broken ruined hinata.

you roll your eyes at the ginger's antics. "for the last time sho, it's fine. i'm not worried about it." you sigh. "it was for the best."

hinata grunts out of displeasure. his brown eyes look at you sternly as he digests your lie. "you know you don't have to play off your feelings around me, right?"

you huff, feeling easily flustered. "i know it's just," you chew the inside of your cheek, "i want to know what i did wrong? like what i could've done better."

"nothing. because you didn't do anything wrong and you were doing everything just fine." he coaxes. "you're a great person and kenma was too stupidly blind to notice that."

you weakly smile. "thanks, sho."

"anytime," hinata suddenly jumps up, his eyes bright, "oh! actually, i have an idea!"

your stomach almost turns at hearing that. "well that can't be good."

"don't be mean," he pouts slightly, "it's actually a good idea for once." he admits.

"okay, spill." you nod.

hinata beams with excitement, practically vibrating. "what if we pretend to date? to make him jealous?"

the sound of the idea nearly hits you in the face and you lean back from shock. "what?"

"well it could be an interesting way to get him to talk. we both know pushing him to a certain point is the only way he will. he's get to admit that he's wrong and that's what you want, right?"

"i mean yeah, i doubt he still has feelings for me." you laugh bitterly. "it would go horribly."

the ginger vigorously shakes his head. "i can say with confidence that pudding head still has feelings for you. despite being angry with him, i've heard him talk about you. he always sounds so miserable." hinata says, "we just have to make him realize his mistake."

"fine, i'll do it." you sigh. "but if this backfires you owe me big time."

"if that means taking you out for dinner for a month, sure! we can discuss more on the plan when i arrive to sendai." he looks at his watch, pursing his lips, "i don't want to cut this short, but i have to go. i have packing i need to finish up."

you wave goodbye, excited to see your best friend, "i can't wait to see you! call me when you have officially landed!"

"i will. see ya!" he waves, flashing a bright smile.

the day of hinata's arrival, you, yachi, and yamaguchi are all present at the airport well beforehand. tsukishima should've been with you all, but complained that he didn't want to show up because it's too early. he mumbled something about 'having a safe flight'.

but to put a cherry on top of things, kenma is there too. he arrived later than you all and you could tell the air became tense when he greets you all. the convo is a bit awkward but you all manage to make conversation.

"you look nice." kenma says to you, looking you over. "it's nice seeing you."

you nod, your smile faint. "you too, kozume."

he flinches at the sound of his last name, but doesn't have time to comment on it when hinata appears through the gate. you your friends cheer and run over to him, engulfing him in a group hug.

kenma's eyes watch as hinata's refined buff and muscular form swallows you up in a hug, spinning you around. it's a hug that in his opinion lasted a bit too long.

"hi sho," you laugh, tightening your arms around him.

"how are you? good?" he asks, looking at you sternly. you nod solemnly. he only holds you tighter and yachi and yamaguchi exchange a look, peering at kenma.

"kenma, it's good to see you." hinata embraces the man in a halfhearted hug. you made him promise to not let his emotions get the better of him.

"you too, sho." the blonde smiles.

after collecting hinata's bags you all go out to eat dinner to celebrate his return. while there you and hinata keep your plan intact. your hands touch occasionally and you laugh, sharing inside jokes that the other three didn't get. kenma shifts uncomfortably multiple times.

yachi and yamaguchi ask kenma of his whereabouts, but only to be nice, and before you all know it dinner is over and you all part your separate ways.

later that evening, kuroo comes over to deliver some of kenma's packages. they're making general conversation until kuroo changes the topic.

"so...what's got your undies in a twist?"

"shoyō's back." he tells him, fingers tracing the tape on the package. "she seemed really excited to see him."

"glad that shrimpy's back," kuroo then cocks his head to the side, processing the latter part of kenma's sentence, "so are they dating?"

"dunno," the younger friend shrugs, "it's not any of my business anyways."

the raven haired man shifts his focus to his friend. if anyone else was pissed at kenma, it was kuroo. he didn't know you too well, but he knew you were a good fit for kenma. and for him to act like he didn't care about you, when he clearly did–still does–does not sit right with him.

kuroo pushes the conversation. "well aren't you happy that she's happy? you don't sound like it. you sound upset."

"you know that's not what i mean." kenma huffs, his brow creasing. "it's just...not something i like seeing. but what do i know?"

"if it bothers you that much, maybe do something about it before it's too late then?" kuroo says, before leaving.

irritation bubbles within kenma but as much as he hated hearing it, he knows that kuroo is right.

...and that's how he finds himself at your front door. it's 10pm but as much as kenma wanted edit or stream, he couldn't with you on his mind.

upon opening the front door, your eyes widen in surprise, then mild agitation. while you're slightly excited about the plan hinata made working, that didn't erase your bottled up feelings from what happened before.

"what are you doing here?" you press your lips into a thin line, not at all amused by the sight of the blond.

"hi," he greets, peering at you shyly, "can i come in?just want to chat."

begrudgingly, you open the door and he walks in. you both walk to your living room and sit down. it's silent for a moment, the tension in the air thick between the two of you.

kenma clears his throat. "so you and shoyo, huh?"

you scoff, rolling your eyes. "is that what this is about?"

"i just asked a question." he shrugs nonchalantly. "was just surprised at how close you two had gotten. i didn't think you'd move on so quickly-"

a quip. "did you not want me to?"

a sigh. "that's not what i meant."

a huff. "that's what it sounds like."

a glare. "are you looking for a fight?"

you sigh, pinching the bridge of your nose. besides the airport, you hadn't seen each other in months yet were able to argue like no other.

"i don't get it kenma. you act like you don't want to be with me, but the minute i try to move on, the minute i try to go to someone who does want to be with me, you have a problem? do you want me to remain miserable for the rest of my life or something?"

"no, of course not, i-it's just," he swallows hard and you can tell in his brain that he's trying to choose the right words. he doesn't want to say something wrong.

"seeing you with someone else really makes me sick to my stomach." he admits, shifting in his spot. you can tell he's uncomfortable with how vulnerable he's being, but at the same time his eyes hold sincerity in his phrase.

"call me selfish. call me stupid, or an idiot–whatever you want. i know it's bad to realize the things you've taken for granted once they're gone, but i promise you that if you give me another chance i'll do so much better."

he steps closer, surveying if you'd retract back from his touch. once he sees that you don't move, he grabs your hand. "i'm so sorry for how i treated you. you were just looking out for me and wanted the best for me. i should've been more appreciative." he shakes his head, "i can't promise you that i'll be like hinata, i'm...i'm not that kind of person-"

"and i can't promise you that i'll understand everything about every game you play." you cut in, and close your eyes, "but kenma, i don't know if i can give you a second chance. at least not right now. you really hurt me. for awhile i felt like my feelings were invalid and only three months later are we finally having a conversation that should've happened sooner."

the more you talk, the more you realize you don't actually know if getting back together with kenma is an ideal situation. while you hadn't been together you had taken time to figure yourself out, and while you're still processing the situation you really only want closure. that's enough for you.

and hinata, hinata had been there for you through it all. he'd made you feel better. he made you laugh and smile so much you almost forgot about how you felt before. your chest tightens as you're beginning to realize: are your feelings for hinata fake?

kenma bows his head apologetically. "i'm really sorry. i mean it. i never meant to hurt you so badly."

"i know you are." you say, a weak smile on your face, "but sorry isn't enough to heal the past. it takes time."

"i'm starting to get it now, and i understand. can we at least be friends? for now?" he says, looking at you again.

"yes, of course," you pull him into an embrace. he nuzzled his face in the crook of your neck, feeling slightly calmer once inhaling your scent. "i just...i need you to do better, okay?"

he nods quietly, his hold on you tightening. "m'not letting you go, you got that?"

it takes a lot for kenma to not only be vulnerable but emotionally vulnerable, and what more could you ask for?

when you pull back you finally feel the need to come clean."you know shoyō only did all of that to make you jealous, right?" you admit.

kenma is confused before a slight frown appears on his face. "i wasn't jealous..." he corrects, but the tint of red in his cheeks says otherwise. he tries to hide his face behind his ombré locks and you don't have the heart to tell him it's too late.

"okay, sure." you answer with a smirk. you aren't kuroo, you won't tease him to death-at least not right now.

"well i'm glad we had this chat. i won't hold you up any longer." you both hug again. he starts out the door and pauses, looking back, "so, i'll see you later?"

"yeah, i'll give you a call." you nod, waving as he leaves.

you shut the door and there's silence for awhile. for the first time in months the heavy feeling in your chest feels...easier.

there's the sound of a door opening and shuffling feet. you turn at the noise.

"is he gone?" hinata steps out from your bedroom, peering into the living room.

"yeah," you say, walking towards him and pulling him into an embrace, "i think we are finally on the same page."

"good."

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blackkatmagic · 3 years

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Hi! Firstly thank you so much for the joy you’ve brought us with your rarepairs and rare characters:D If you’re still taking prompts may I ask if you would consider expanding on the Feral/Cody storyline from the Jaster/Maul arranged marriage AU? I was fluctuating between cry laughing at Maul’s reaction to Jaster and actually crying over his genuine worry at how Cody must be treating Feral. Thank you!

“Queen Miraj is going to betray you,” Feral says, and Cody practically jumps out of his own skin.

Instantly, Feral winces, taking a step back as Cody spins, and dips his head, bends forward. “Sorry,” he says quickly. “I didn’t mean to startle you.”

Cody stares at him for a moment, then groans, dropping the pad he was clearly about to throw on his desk. “Don’t worry about it,” he says, and there's a thread of humor to it that Feral used to miss, the first few weeks of their marriage.

Carefully, Feral takes a few steps forward, and when Cody doesn’t object, he pulls himself up onto the edge of the desk, leaning forward. “Sorry,” he says again. “I thought you’d heard me coming.”

“I never hear you coming,” Cody says, dry. “Start with that assumption.” His gaze flickers from Feral to the door, and he asks, “Can you put the privacy lock on?”

Feral raises a hand, a touch of concentration making the light click over to red, and pretends that Cody's flicker of deep interest isn't half the reason why he used the Force in the first place. Cody's warm sort of intrigue is always soft around the edges, kind, and—it feels good.

“I could wear a bell,” he suggests, smiling a little, and Cody snorts, leaning back in his chair as he considers Feral.

“Collars already?” he asks, bland, and when Feral huffs in embarrassment, glancing away, he smiles. Reaches out, hand curled over Feral’s knee, and it makes Feral entirely too aware of a bruise inches above his hand, left there by his mouth last night. Cody had made it clear he didn’t expect anything, that Feral wasn’t obligated, but—Cody is handsome, and Feral was lonely, and it was good. It felt good, and he likes this, this awareness of Cody that’s doubled and tripled in the hours since.

“If you want,” he says, and Cody slides a hand up his thigh, reaches up. The brush of his fingers over the base of Feral’s horns makes Feral shiver, and Cody's eyes are dark when he looks up at him.

“You took off the paint,” he says, thumb rubbing hypnotically across the curve of one of Feral’s larger horns.

“Bad for sneaking around,” Feral manages to say, though words are a little hard right now.

That makes Cody pause, and he looks Feral over again, then asks, “The queen?”

Feral tips his head in agreement. “I got into her palace,” he says. “Something about her prime minister made me uneasy. They're planning to sell you out to the Republic.”

Cody's lip curls. It’s almost a snarl, almost a Zabrak's expression. It’s almost Maul's expression, transposed and layered with a deeper sort of anger, and—Feral understands that. The life of a Nightbrother is one thing, but Cody and the rest of the clones have been fighting since they moment they came into existence. They were never supposed to exist, were created with stolen DNA by a Sith Lord who thought to play warmonger, and when they killed him they were left with nothing.

Leaning forward, unable to help himself, Feral kisses the snarl off Cody's mouth. Feels the twitch, the breath, and then Cody's hands come up to frame his face, pull him in and deepen it. Cody moans, soft, and Feral’s breath catches. He pushes in, gets his hands on the arms of Cody's chair and almost wants to slide forward, into his lap—

“Oh, kriff,” a voice says loudly, and Cody groans, just as loud and deeply aggrieved. Laughing, Feral breaks the kiss, pulling away and sitting up, and he’s just in time to see Rex slap a hand over his eyes. “Cody.”

“That door was locked,” Cody retorts, and catches Feral’s knees. Pulls, like making a statement, and Feral obligingly lets himself be hauled down, gets a knee on one side of Cody's thighs and sits down in his lap, pulling him in. Cody gladly kisses his jaw, then his throat, then drops his head to kiss the bruise on his collarbone, and says pointedly, “You're lucky you didn’t walk in five minutes later.”

“You're lucky I didn’t walk in five minutes later,” Rex says. “Don’t you have a bedroom? Don’t you think you should save that for later?”

“I think I'm married and you should keep your nose out of it,” Cody counters, and loops an arm around Feral’s lower back. Feral ducks his head, careful of his horns as he hides his smile in Cody's hair, and shivers at the feeling of callused fingers stroking up and down his spine. “And besides, this was a strategy meeting. Feral was just telling me about all the ways Queen Miraj is about to betray us.”

“Droid armies,” Feral says obediently, trying not to grin. “Admiral Trench has one of Dooku's droid armies and he and the queen are trying to arrange a trap for you. Miraj is worried you're going to sell her out to the Republic and reveal what she’s been doing.”

Rex's groan is all frustration. “That was not a strategy meeting, or I've been missing out on a lot—”

“You have been,” Cody says mercilessly. “How’s that bounty hunter you keep failing to catch? Antilles give you any good strategy meetings recently—”

“Shut your mouth, Cody, if the queen’s going to sell us out to Trench I think we’ve got bigger things to worry about—”

Cody snorts. “One more person out to get us when we’re already enemy number one to the Republic and rogue, immoral science experiments made from their heir apparent’s DNA to the Mandalorians. It’s not the end of the galaxy, Rex.”

Feral swallows, reaches up. He cups Cody's cheek, leans in. Doesn’t quite rest their foreheads together, even if he wants to, because it means a lot more to the clones than it does to a Zabrak. Even so, he kisses his temple, then says softly, “Mother Talzin might help you.”

Cody's grip tightens over his ribs. “She sold you into marriage,” he says flatly, and meets Feral’s gaze. “I heard your comm to her. About your brothers.”

Feral swallows, but doesn’t let himself waver. “And you accepted,” he reminds Cody gently. Sees the way he’s about to protest and shakes his head. “It doesn’t matter why you did. But the alliance is there. The Nightsisters can help with the Zygerrians.”

“No,” Cody says flatly. “Talzin’s not getting anything from me. I already took the most valuable thing she created, and I'm not giving it back.”

Feral’s breath hitches, and he ducks his head, feels Cody's arms tighten to draw him in. The fact that Cody can just say that, so openly and obviously—

It’s why he keeps using what he was taught for the clones’ sake, even when Cody tells him he doesn’t need to. Cody might not realize it, but Feral’s been waiting his whole life to find someone outside of his brothers to fight for. Maul and Savage will be all right; Savage is with a Jedi who would never hurt him, and Jaster Mereel seems like an honorable man, even in the face of Maul's prickly edges. But Cody needs what Feral can offer, and it’s a new feeling, something like a revelation.

“Good,” Feral says, soft, and Cody's hand smooths up his back, then down. There's a kiss pressed to his temple, a hand against his lower back—

Rex groans, holding his hands up. “Kriff, if you're going to be mushy—”

Even with Feral on his lap, Cody manages to grab a stylus, chuck it across the room, and peg Rex between the eyes without even having a clear line of sight. “Get lost, Rex,” he says, and Feral can't help but laugh, tucked into the curve of Cody's neck, pressed to his skin like a secret.

[On AO3]

#my writing #codyferal #commander cody #feral opress #captain rex #star wars

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adorethedistance · 3 years

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All Day Affair - Charlie Gillespie x Reader (18+)

JATP Masterlist - Valentine’s Masterlist

Warnings: 18+ Smut, swearing, light embarrassment (minors DNI)

Words: 2757

Summary: A rough night before leads to a slow morning after, causing you and Charlie to be late to Valentine’s brunch plans. All is forgiven and all is forgotten when he makes it up to you in the best way he can.

A/n: This weekend has not at all gone the way I’d thought/hoped it would and so I apologize for the slow churning of fics lately but I promise I am working on some much requested fics. On a lighter note, here is my contribution to the Valentine’s Day

My eyes groggily flutter open when I hear my phone rapidly buzzing on the bedside table. Charlie’s arm is draped over my exposed midriff, no doubt a position of his own doing. As I go to move his arm off my bare skin, he holds onto me tighter groaning an incoherent string of words. I attempt to grab the maniacally buzzing device with my eyes still closed. I’m incapacitated via Charlie’s hold on my waist, and thus, all I feel under my flattened hand against the cool surface are the discarded condom wrappers from last night.

“Charlie,” I scold, still not fully awake. He knowingly loosens his grip, allowing me to sit up and it isn’t until I’m upright and Charlie’s arm drops into my lap that I realize I’m completely naked under his t-shirt. My phone has not stopped vibrating like crazy much to my dismay. Haphazardly grabbing it off the nightstand, I wait for my eyes to adjust before I read the time.

11:26.

“SHIT. Charlie! Charlie, we’re late!” I try and shake him awake. He whines miserably,

“Mmmmm, what?”

“It’s 11:26, we’re late!”

The messages are from Owen and Savannah, both of whom we were supposed to be meeting for brunch at 11. While Charlie and I wanted Valentine’s Day plans alone, we also wanted to spend time with our friends whom we love dearly. Since the original plan was for the two of us to have the evening all to ourselves, we agreed on having brunch to start the day off well. Look how that turned out for us. I scramble out of bed, and I nearly hit the floor as my legs give out from under me. Luckily, Charlie was right behind me and was able to catch me in time.

“You okay?”

“Yeah, just sore.”

“Yessss.” I fake slap his chest before we resume in the chaos, frantically throwing on decent outfits. I toss Charlie one of his band shirts turned muscle tees after hopping into a pair of jeans. Once dressed, I run to the bathroom and pass a brush through my hair in a frenzy before I begin brushing my teeth at lightning speed. Charlie appears beside me to brush his own teeth, and I’m practically sprinting out of the bathroom as he does.

“Don’t forget to fix your hair!” My legs nearly give out once more as I struggle to slip on my favorite pair of sneakers. Once I’m upright again, and stable, I grab both of our wallets and the keys to the house and car and shove them into my bag. Together we bolt out the door and clamber into Charlie’s orange Subaru.

In a nice contrast to all the rushing around we’ve done this morning, Charlie drives at a regular speed; thankfully, we make it to the restaurant in one piece. As soon as he puts the car in park the two of us run to the entrance to see our friends waiting at an outdoor table on the patio. Charlie and I finally made it, albeit a tad out of breath.

“Charlie, Y/n, nice of you to finally join us.”

“11:44 on the dot. Not your latest arrival, but an honorable mention,” Savannah jeers, waving me over to sit beside her.

“What happened this time?”

“Overslept. My usual alarm didn’t go off, I must’ve forgotten to turn it on last night.”

“Classic.” I’m distracted from Owen’s teasing when Savannah’s humorous smile drops. She’s looking at me with an emotion I can’t distinguish.

“You okay?” She simply nods and then pushes her chair back.

“I need to pee and you do too. Come on, Y/n.” And without allowing me to reply, she has me up out of the chair and briskly walking toward the bathroom. It isn’t until we’re outside the single stall that I noticed she grabbed my bag from the back of my chair. Once she’s locked us both in the room, she looks at me with wide eyes and a suppressed smile.

“What’s going on?”

“What’s this?” She answers my question with a question, before using her left index finger to poke the right side of my neck.

“Ow!” My face drops once I realize. Brushing past her, I move to stand in front of the bathroom mirror, inspecting the assemblage of love bites all over my neck area. Savannah merely giggles at the realization before opening my bag.

“You don’t have a sponge, so we’re gonna have to use our fingers.” I turn around to look at her, not through the mirror and find a bottle of full-coverage concealer in her hands.

“How did that get in there?”

“I put it in there last week after you had to spend the whole day adjusting your shirt around your collar bones to hide more of these.” She gives a vague gesture to the marks on my neck and begins applying the makeup.

“You’re a lifesaver.”

“And you are unbelievable. That was literally last week, and you’re already marked up again. Don’t you and Charlie ever just make love? Does it always have to be ‘ravage one another’s body’?”

“I mean, occasionally. I don’t know, sweet and tender isn’t really our thing.”

“Clearly.” Savannah steps back to survey her work, “Okay, you’re covered but be careful because I didn’t pack setting spray.”

“I am forever indebted to you.”

“You don’t need to worry about me. It’s Owen that you should pray doesn’t notice.”

“God, you’re right.”

“If I were solely judging by his hair, I’d have guessed you guys went at it this morning and not last night.”

“Shit, he’s probably marked up, too.”

“Well, I didn’t bring him concealer, and you two are not the same shade soooo… sorry.” I shake my head dismissively as I hold the bathroom door open for her behind me.

“Better him than me.”

“How was it though? You told me you’d text me updates.”

“Yeah, and then I didn’t set an alarm. But no, it was… so good. I’m like, sore.”

“Okay, we’re entering TMI territory so let’s find something to talk about before we’re back within earshot.”

“What are your Valentine’s plans for the rest of the day?”

“I might get frozen yogurt and watch a movie, haven’t really decided. I would ask what you and Charlie are doing, but based on this morning, I think I can guess.”

Just as Savannah and I did, the two boys fall silent once we approach the table; when the four of us are settled, I take a quick glance over the menu, as if I’m unsure of what I want.

“Okay, in the spirit of St. Valentine, let’s talk love. Tell us about your first kiss, Y/n.” Savannah eyes me, already knowing the horrendous story. I deadpan,

“No.”

“Wait, I’m actually curious. I don’t think I know this story.” Charlie leans forward in his seat, placing his forearms on the table in front of him.

“See what you’ve done?” Savannah merely shrugs and takes a smug sip from her water glass. “No, I’m not doing this. Why don’t you tell us about your first kiss, Sav?”

“I asked you first.”

“Fine, be that way. Charlie, tell us about your first kiss.”

“Well, I don’t know I-”

“Come on, what’s ‘love-master’ Charlie’s origin story?” Owen teasingly pats Charlie on the back, and the four of us all fall under a shocked silence at the sound of Charlie hissing in pain. My lips part in surprise but quickly press shut in a moment’s realization.

“You okay?” Don’t do it, Owen.

“Yeah, I’m fine just-”

“Oh my god.” Upon patting Charlie’s back, the fabric of his shirt moved out of the way to reveal a conglomerate of scratches across the surface of his sun-kissed skin. Owen laughs out in disbelief before poking one of the scratches again, causing Charlie to smack his hand away.

“Holy shit, did you get mauled by a bear?” Owen then gasps in a realization that I’d pray he wouldn’t have, and he begins to laugh even harder. “That good, huh Y/n?” My face heats up a million degrees and I cover my face with one hand as a desperate defense mechanism.

“It’s not a big deal, Owen.” Thank god, Savannah’s come to the rescue. “They just got a head start on Valentine’s Day is all.”

“Okay, can we please change the subject?” I plead as I’ve already had enough of their laughter. Charlie gives me a look that is both apologetic and embarrassed and I let out an exaggerated sigh as a response.

The rest of our brunch date is still a good time minus the occasional interjectory joke about my and Charlie’s romantic all-day-affair yesterday. Our foursome disassembles, already planning the next group outing post-Valentine’s intimacy.

“That was absolutely humiliating,” I state, buckling my seatbelt in the passenger's side as Charlie begins pulling out of the parking spot.

“You want me to be gentler next time?” Charlie asks sincerely and extends his right hand over the center console to rub a comforting circle on top of my thigh over the fabric of my jeans. The gesture pulls the warmth in my heart and the butterflies in my stomach a little lower.

“...No,” I admit shyly. The confession elicits a small, cocky chuckle from Charlie. He then gives me an affirming squeeze before tracing the seam along my inner thigh in a way that is too sensual to mistake his intentions.

The entire car ride home, the feeling of Charlie’s fingertips ghosting up my leg makes my heart beat a little faster and ignites a subtle heat where I wish he’d trail his hand up to. I’m sure my desire is apparent to Charlie but he doesn’t say anything about it. When we get back to our home, I stick the key in the lock and open the front door but freeze as I feel Charlie pressing into my entire backside. He leans down to playfully bite part of my earlobe as his hands come to rest on my hips.

“You said you didn’t want me to be gentle?” All of my senses are clouded by dense arousal so all I can do is nod. He airily laughs, a warm breath dusting the surface of my skin and I shudder involuntarily. “Go inside.”

After closing the door behind us, Charlie shoves me up against it, his hand behind my head to prevent me from actually getting hurt. He kisses my lips forcefully but doesn’t linger, and instead trails down the column of my throat. The kisses are rough in between small bites of affection, surely leaving more marks that I’ll have to wake up early to cover tomorrow. Or just not go anywhere. After this, it’s looking like the latter.

“You want me to rough you up a little bit? Huh?”

“Yes.” The love bites Charlie’s leaving behind become harsher on my skin, as he trails further down my neck, across my collarbones. “Charlie, can we…?”

“Can we what? Tell me what you want.”

“Please-“

“Please what? Use your words.”

“Please, fuck me.”

“Your wish is my command.” And with that Charlie pulls me into the bedroom, stealing kisses in between steps. Charlie moves to sit me on the bed but as he grabs me by the hips, I maneuver to switch places and push him down onto the bed. He looks at me with a mix of surprise and excitement, taking the hand that pushed him between his own. I smile delicately when Charlie presses a gentle kiss to my knuckles. That is the last trace of softness.

The two of us begin stripping out of our brunch clothes as fast as we can. It’s as if we’re running out of time. We’re both almost fully naked but before I can get my panties off Charlie’s lips are back on mine. His movements are swift, kiss after kiss is filled with an unrivaled lust that is glorious.

Crawling onto the bed, Charlie stays close behind, never allowing any loss of contact between us. I recover to a sitting position and Charlie wraps his arm under my stomach and presses a line of kisses across my shoulder blades.

“Can I take you like this?” He asks earnestly, running his hands over the vast expanse of my bare skin. I choke out a desperate plea and my breathing softens once I feel the absence of Charlie’s touch on my body. When I turn around I see him searching the room like a madman.

“What are you doing?”

“I can’t find any more condoms. I think we used them all last night.”

“What? We only used three.”

“I don’t know! Maybe I dropped some?”

“Fuck it. Charlie if I’m not getting absolutely rawed in the next ten seconds I will walk out that door.” He doesn’t need any more encouragement than that and is back on the bed. Charlie grabs both sides of my face to bring me in for a long passionate kiss before taking his place behind me. His warm hands fall from my face to my waist, gripping the skin slightly.

Charlie sits back on his heels and moves my body back to hover over his. He runs a sensual path with his fingers down the sides of my body and slips one down through the growing wetness between my legs. Tracing the arousal over my quivering clit. The anticipation of the moment has heightened my sensitivity and as a result, I let out a whine. My whimpering continues when I feel him run the tip of his erection through the wetness. As I open my mouth to nag him for moving so slow, Charlie slams his entire length inside of me at once, causing me to cry out in pleasure. I can tell it feels incredible for him too by the way he’s gripping my hips. If he didn’t leave bruises yesterday, he definitely will today.

It doesn’t take long for him to figure out a tempo that’s comfortable for the both of us and my labored panting fills the room. Charlie lets out a groan followed by a laugh because we could both feel the physical reaction I had to the noise he had let out. Wrapping his right arm across my stomach, Charlie reaches the left up to grab my tits, and roughly bite another hickey on my shoulder. He uses his right arm to pull my body into his own torso, and shifting his hips he makes a few adjustments. Charlie shifts one more time and when he thrusts back into me I cry out so loud surely our neighbors will put in a noise complaint.

“There we go,” he grunts to himself, but our proximity allows me to hear. Repeatedly thrusting into that spot, my eyes flutter closed in pleasure. Charlie resumes leaving harsh, lingering kisses, and love bites down the side of my neck, moaning into them in ecstasy. As I feel my heat begin to pulse, Charlie knows I’m close and tries to grab my attention.

“Hey, hey. Look at me.” I will my eyes open and turn to look. The pleasure of his movements is so overwhelming that in between moans and shallow breaths, I find myself leaning my head back to rest on his bare shoulder. “I want you to look at me as you come undone.”

“Okay.” I swallow hard from how dry my mouth is from panting so hard for so long. Each next thrust is measured and the sound of our labored breathing and pleasured moans fill the electrified air.

“Charlie.”

“I’m close. Where do you want-”

“Just stay inside.”

“You sure?” Before I can give a coherent response my orgasm tears through me like a wildfire. I’m doing my best not to scream and what comes out is a mix between a strangled cry and a deep, guttural groan. Adding to my ecstasy, Charlie reaches down to trace tiny circles over my clit and I feel tears of overstimulation prick the length of my lower lash line. While Charlie fucks me through my high, I feel his movements stutter and the familiar twitch before he relaxes his hold on my body. The two of us collapse back onto the bed in a symphony of gasps and bliss-fueled laughter.

“Happy Valentine's Day,” he says behind a smile.

“I love you. That was the first time I’ve forgone condoms…” I state to the ceiling in a moment’s realization, “How do I get this out of me?”

***

A/n: I really am so sorry about the slow churn of writing. I’ve gotten busy with classes and though I knew this was coming I’m still upset that I can’t spend more time writing. On top of that being in a block has been really rough but it’ll pass with time I hope :)

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stolen-pen-name23 · 3 years

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PROMPTS!!

Hi Katie!!! How about “You need to stop this. I can’t watch you burn yourself out anymore.” For ani and Obi? 💕

JUS MY BELOVED!! Thank you for the prompt! Prompts now closed.

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She was dead, so what else could Obi-Wan do but work?

It was easy enough to do. War efforts were always hurting for diligent workers, and as a High General, it was already somewhat expected of him.

If he was getting reckless, no one said anything. Not to him at least.

Obi-Wan could pretend he did not see Cody’s worried glances. He could ignore the way Mace crossed his arms over his chest when Obi-Wan volunteered for more and more missions — each more dangerous than the last. And as for Anakin, well, he had not spent too much time with him since the whole Rako Hardeen incident. Anakin could not call out what he could not see, so Obi-Wan carried on, uninhibited by any unnecessary nagging.

But every man had his breaking point and Obi-Wan found his in the form of a grenade.

It was his fault, really. He made a sloppy mistake — something he might have done as a Padawan, but not as a Master.

Maybe it was a mistake. He thinks it was a mistake. Or maybe some part of him knew that he was too close to the tank when he pulled the pin and yet he did it anyway.

He didn’t want to think about it too hard.

Not that he could think of anything else save the searing hot feeling of shrapnel embedded in his gut, his legs, his chest. How could he reflect on his foolhardy actions when his blood was staining the dirt beneath him a deep red and the blue sky above was becoming riddled with black spots.

Part of him thought he could hear the sound of one of his men calling for a medic, or maybe it was an illusion. He did not know. All Obi-Wan knew was the sound of blood rushing in his ears and a deep numbness settling in his bones.

The world faded away to black, and Obi-Wan was ready to fade with it.

***

Turns out, the world did not share Obi-Wan’s sentiments.

As he rose to consciousness, sharp reality crashed into him. The smell of saline and antiseptic. The deep ache set throughout his whole body. All of it a very real reminder that he was not dead yet.

When he opened his eyes, he was not surprised to see his former Padawan glowering at him. Obi-Wan closed his eyes again and pretended to be asleep.

“Nuh-uh, nope, that trick is not going to work on me. I invented that trick.”

Obi-Wan sighed and opened his eyes once more. He did not bother asking what trick Anakin was referring to — his Padawan was no fool.

“Good morning, Anakin,” Obi-Wan croaked out. His voice was dry from disuse. Anakin handed him a glass filled with cool water and he took a small sip from it.

“It’s not morning, Master,” Anakin said, bitterness putting a hard edge on his voice. “It’s evening. Three days after you got yourself blown up by your own grenade.”

Three days.

The heart rate monitor picked up its pace.

“Honestly, I can’t even believe you. How come I’m the one they call reckless? At least I succeed in my recklessness. You just have a death wish.”

Anakin’s face had turned red with anger, his brows furrowed forward in a look of contempt or possibly worry. At this point, Obi-Wan is not sure which one his former Padawan is experiencing.

Obi-Wan’s heart only beat faster as Anakin yelled at him.

“Anakin, please,” Obi-Wan said breathlessly. He squeezed his eyes shut in pain and it was only this that seemed to shut Anakin up.

“Master?” Anakin asked quietly, and in that moment, he sounded so much like he used to when he would come knocking on Obi-Wan’s door after a nightmare.

Obi-Wan took a few shallow breaths in an attempt to not aggravate the wounds in his chest.

“Obi-Wan?” Anakin asked a little more desperately.

“It’s all right, Anakin,” Obi-Wan said. “I’m fine.”

“Master.”

“What, Anakin?” Obi-Wan snapped. He did not want to hear what his former apprentice was about to say to him. He had a feeling he was going to hear it anyway.

“You aren’t fine. Ever since… Ever since Satine—”

“Don’t,” Obi-Wan warned.

“Ever since Satine passed away, you’ve been pushing yourself too hard.”

“She didn’t ‘pass away’ she was murdered,” Obi-Wan said bitterly. “She was murdered and I couldn’t stop it. And it was because of me.”

Anakin shook his head. “It wasn’t because of you. Maul is a Sith. Sith murder people, it’s what they do.”

“It doesn’t matter what they do.”

“But it matters what you do,” Anakin said. “And you can’t keep doing this.”

“Pray tell, what is it that I’m doing?”

Anakin’s eyes darkened with rage. “You know exactly what it is you’re doing.”

“Enlighten me,” Obi-Wan dared.

“Where do I start, Master? You’re volunteering for the most dangerous missions and you’re volunteering for more of them. You are putting yourself in harm’s way on purpose. You’re being reckless.”

“And what about it?”

Anakin snorted in disbelief. He stood up and stalked back and forth across the room like an exotic animal locked in a cage. “I can’t do this anymore!”

“Do what?” Obi-Wan snapped back. “Please tell me what this has to do with you.”

“Are you… Are you serious? After everything? Master, I— I can’t lose you after I just lost you. After I just got you back. You can’t do that to me. I won’t allow it.”

The pit in Obi-Wan’s stomach deepened.

“I can’t watch you burn yourself out anymore,” Anakin whispered in a voice so soft, Obi-Wan almost didn’t hear it. “I can’t take it.”

Anakin’s shoulders hunched in defeat. He gave one last disappointed look to Obi-Wan before he turned toward the door.

Obi-Wan should just let him go. Anakin would walk away and go back to his own ship and his own problems. Obi-Wan would go back to his missions and his men. It would be easier for both of them if he just let him go.

But as it was, he did not want to.

“Anakin, wait,” Obi-Wan said desperately.

Anakin paused and gripped the doorframe, but his back remained turned to Obi-Wan.

“Anakin, please… please don’t go,” Obi-Wan said. Heat pricked at his eyes. “I can’t… I don’t want to be alone right now.”

Anakin turned around and the hard lines of his jaw softened. Wordlessly, he crossed the room and sat on the side of Obi-Wan’s bed.

“I’ll stay. Of course, I’ll stay.”

Obi-Wan nodded his thanks and tilted his head back onto the pillows. Exhaustion threatened to overtake him.

“You have to promise me something,” Anakin said before Obi-Wan could fall asleep.

“What?”

“Promise me you’ll take better care of yourself? You’ll be more careful? Less reckless?”

Obi-Wan snorted. “Only if you make the same promise.”

Anakin grinned.

“It’s something we can work on together.”

Obi-Wan let Anakin settle in beside him. With Anakin at his side, he knew he’d do everything he could to keep his promise.

#prompts now closed #my writing #jus tag #anakin skywalker #obi wan kenobi

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naruto-scenarios-plus-akatsuki · 3 years

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Are you going to make a part 3 for the Neji one where he has a crush on the branch member and ten ten and Lee find out. You don’t have to but I really enjoy it!😁

Well it took me a lot longer than expected but I say that about all my work now, lol. Sorry everyone I’m a slow writer. But I hope you all enjoy the final piece to this fic.

Part I Part II

Welp! The secret is out, Neji: Part III

The look in Neji’s eyes of pure unfiltered irritation was a look that Tenten would never forget. The minute that you stepped out of the room, Neji had quickly fixed his glare on the two of them. His voice left a chill in the air as he told them to get out with the most even tone. Lee began to apologize, fumbling over his words in his stark surprise.

Tenten’s eyes had snapped way from the cup of tea Neji knocked over in Lee’s hands purposely while your back was turned. She couldn’t believe her eyes and her head was still trying to wrap around the events that transpired. She had to grab Lee to leave when she saw Neji’s fists tighten while he closed his eyes. She knew in that moment that Neji did not want any apologies. He was holding back his anger, so she made a quick getaway towing Lee with her, even while he was still apologizing.

Tenten could only hope that Neji would find it in his heart to forgive Lee for spilling the beans. She knew how private of an individual Neji was; especially, when it came to expressing feelings. She was afraid that this might be the last time he would trust them with his secrets. She sighed, knowing this was a delicate situation.

Lee was currently wailing about his woes while they waited in the training fields for Neji and their sensei.

“I can’t believe I spoke so carelessly.”

“It’s alright Lee,” Tenten tried to console, half-heartedly. “I’m sure Y/N didn’t catch on” at least Tenten hoped and she hoped Neji wouldn’t hold a grudge for too long about the incident either.

“How will Neji ever forgive me?” Lee continued to whine, but then jumped up at an idea. “I know! I’ll offer to do his laundry, or I could buy him some tea.”

“I don’t think Neji’s going to let you touch his laundry.” Tenten shot down, knowing Neji probably had a precise way of doing it and who’s to say if he would really let his whites be washed by Lee. “And… I don’t think tea would be a good gift after what just happened,” she mentioned thoughtfully.

Lee slapped his forehead and exclaimed, “Of course! Not tea! That would definitely remind him of my transgressions. But what can I give then? What can I do?”

“Well…” Tenten started but she was a little lost too.

Neji wasn’t much into sweets, nor was he really into gifts of any kind. Tenten had placed her hands on her hips and was continuing to think of what could appease Neji when he appeared on the training field. Both team members were surprised.

“Neji!” they both exclaimed but Tenten was the first to stutter out a response.

“You’re back so soon.” That had her worried. They barely rushed out thirty minutes ago.

“Yes.” Neji’s tone was flat.

“Is everything okay?” Lee asked, concerned.

“Perfectly,” He spoke shortly. His eyes sharp, but his expression was blank. “Lee shall we get started?”

Neji spoke so coolly that Tenten felt a chill run up the back of her neck. Lee easily agreed to start sparring with Neji; wanting to do anything to please him at that moment. However, Tenten could easily see that Neji was not at all at peace. His strikes were fierce against Lee. It was obvious that Neji wanted to pacify his anger and direct it at Lee. Training was the perfect guise for that.

Lee took everything that Neji had. He would block hits and strike with his own but there was a lack of effort on Lee’s part. He fell to the ground many times but kept getting back up to take what Neji had in store for him.

During their skirmish, Gai arrived and stood beside Tenten. He spectated his pupils with interest and noticed right away something was off.

“My intuition is telling me something is off between the two of them.”

“Your intuition is not wrong,” Tenten replied. Her brows were furrowed down in concentration. Her teammates were typically rough with each other, which is why she had little concern, but she was worried about Neji holding a grudge over them for a long time.

“Say you wouldn’t happen to know what this is about, do ya?” Gai questioned. “Neji’s attacks seems to be very targeted at Lee with blunt force and normally, Lee holds a better stance than that and seems to be putting in less effort as if he’s conflicted.” He reasoned, his voice calm.

Tenten sighed. “You’re not off point. Lee accidently confessed to Neji’s crush that he liked them. I don’t think Neji was ready to tell them yet.”

“Ah, yes. A young man’s love can often stir up the fire in his being,” Gai nodded to himself for a moment, stroking his chin. Then once he came to a decision, he patted Tenten on the shoulder and gave her a thumbs up. “I got this.”

She sweat dropped, not sure if her sensei would make things worse, but before she could say anything Gai was already breaking up Neji and Lee’s sparring session.

“Alright that’s enough. Lee why don’t you continue training with Tenten. Neji, come and walk with me,” Gai directed. He put a hand on Neji’s shoulder briefly to signal for him to follow, leaving Lee and Tenten to their own devices.

Neji followed out of respect. He was still feeling grim and annoyed on the inside. When the two of them were far enough away from his teammates, that’s when Gai addressed the issue.

“So, I hear Lee had spilled the beans to the one who has your affections”

“I think Tenten should not be repeating Lee’s mistake and learn to keep her mouth shut.” Neji’s eyes narrowed and his voice was cold once more. He knew exactly who had informed Gai about the situation and it annoyed him further.

“Tell me about the one that ignites the fire inside your being,” Gai prompted, not at all bother by Neji’s display.

“I rather much not talk about it. Especially after today's events,” Neji mumbled, his cheeks tinting slightly red. This was something he did not want to talk about with his sensei of all people.

Gai nodded, understanding Neji’s hesitancy and ignoring it. He understood how Neji operated after three years of training him and he doubt his other students meant to cause such trouble for him. Their intentions probably meant well but a small slip of the tongue probably left Neji in a very unwanted situation. Gai knew that the Hyuga clan which Neji belonged to highly respected privacy and lacked open affection.

His face was serious and did not scold or reprimand him in tone when he continued.

“When I was a young man, I found one such as you did that ignited the fire within my loins. They were beautiful and caught my eye. Not only was my eye caught, but others as well stared at their beauty. I wanted so badly to catch their attention like they caught mine, but alias, my rival had won them over before I could. Yet! I knew to not give up the chase and at least make my affections known.”

“And?” Neji asked simply, not sure where his sensei was going with this. “Did they return your affections?”

“No,” Gai answered and Neji deadpanned.

“Then what is the point of your story?” Neji asked a bit impatient due to feeling uncomfortable.

“That you never know how someone feels unless you try. The one who caught my affections never carried the same affection for me, but their affections were also not returned by Kakashi either. My courage in telling them (despite how they had felt about me) gave them courage to make known their own affections. One just has to come forward in order for any two to be together. You see what I mean Neji?”

“Yes…” He admitted.

“If you like this person, there will never be nothing more if you never tell them how you feel. You’re young and with the life we live, you never know when your last day is coming. It’s better to say all that is on your heart now, than to have it on your mind during your last breath,” Gai mentioned somber.

He stepped forward towards Neji and patted him on the shoulder, giving him an encouraging smile.

“Now why don’t you skedaddle and take a moment to reflect. Come back when you have settled what is in your heart. And try to forgive Lee and Tenten.”

With that Gai took his leave and vanished into the trees.

Neji took a deep breath and exhaled slowly. He was still slightly annoyed but not so much anymore. He knew Lee didn’t mean to say what he had on purpose and he knew Tenten only wanted to help and make peace of the situation. His teammates were cavalier at times, but they were good and honest friends of his. What had really annoyed him was himself for not telling Y/N how he felt sooner and not knowing if you even felt the same.

He hated to admit it but Gai was right. He had no way of knowing how you felt unless he were to confess his own feelings first. He wouldn’t have been so bothered if he didn’t let the fear of the unknown keep him from revealing himself. He could never be with you, if he kept his feelings locked inside unless he had the courage, or you did.

With that, Neji took a slow walk back to the Hyuga compound. He was stalling as he was mauling over what to say to you. He wanted to make things right for earlier as well. He had upped and dashed. He caused a spill you had to clean up. He felt guilty and rude for doing so.

He passed by some wildflowers on his way and picked a few white and yellow daises. He twirled them in his hand, wondering if that was sufficient as his mind ran. When he got to the Hyuga compound, he headed towards his personal corridors and went to his kitchen, looking for something meaningful. He grabbed a tray and started preparing an array of snacks on said tray. He then took an extra step to start squeezing some lemons to make lemonade for you since he knew you did not care for tea. Lemonade was your favorite drink. He grabbed two cups to place on the tray next to the pitcher and the flowers he picked for you neatly placed along the snacks.

When he was ready, he took the tray and headed to your quarters. He knew exactly where you resided. He braced himself as he stood in front of your door. He knocked, trying to steel himself.

When you opened the door, you took his breath away. You weren’t dressed up, but your natural beauty and lovely lavender eyes made him lose himself slightly. You had appeared in your normal attire that you were wearing before he left, your curse seal left uncovered. Your hair was down and cascaded round you.

“Neji?” You questioned, surprised to see him at your door holding a tray out to you. “What is this?”

“An apology for earlier.”

“Oh, you didn’t have to.”

“I do, because I had created the mess earlier when my teammates were here,”

Your eyes grew wide and your mouth formed an o-shape.

“But that’s not all,” Neji continued. “I wanted to do this for you because I like you.”

“I…” You were stunned and felt your heart flutter at the confession. “I like you too, Neji.”

“Would you like to have refreshments with me?” Neji asked more confidently, but there were still butterflies flying around in his stomach.

You smiled in awe at his gesture and were overwhelmed with joy. “Yes.”

With that you followed Neji out into the courtyard, where you two sat and got to know one another better and enjoyed the fresh lemonade he made especially for you. You were finally happy to have gotten answers, that the one you always admired had you written in his heart. Both you and Neji being grateful to his teammates for letting the secret out.

#neji #neji hyuga #neji scenario #neji imagine #Neji Hyuuga #Neji Hyūga #neji x y/n #neji x reader #welp secrets out #rock lee #tenten #branch member #gai

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doorsclosingslowly · 3 years

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There’s someone waiting out there with a mouthful of surprises

The Jedi recovered the bisected Sith apprentice from Naboo and imprisoned him underneath the Jedi Temple. A young Anakin finds the way down to his cell.

Anakin is twelve when he declines one of Chancellor Palpatine’s invitations for the first time. The resulting devastation looks wrong on his kindly old face, and Anakin wants to take it back—besides, it’s just an opera and a glass of bubbly, where could be the harm?—but he remembers golden eyes pleading up at him and then a skull-patterned face scrunched up into a splotch with how hard it’s trying to hide utter desperation, and he repeats his invented excuse.

It doesn’t matter that this one-sided rivalry for Anakin’s attention that has developed between the mutilated imprisoned murderer Sith (slave) he has befriended and the Chancellor of the Republic is honestly deeply stupid, from Anakin’s point of view. It’s not like he couldn’t spent time with them both: his missions with Master Obi-Wan have increased in number recently, but still, he’s been talking to Palpatine once a month and he’s also managed to fit in the regular trips down below to the high security carcer. It’s ridiculous.

But Anakin understands loneliness—and fear and attachment and jealousy and all the other disturbances of the peace he shouldn’t feel—he didn’t have friends for years in the Temple, after all, and it makes sense, at least a little, that Maul is scared he’ll be forgotten down there when Anakin has any other option. Not a lot of sense, because really what he’s saying is that he thinks Anakin so disloyal he’ll just ditch the only real friend he made on Coruscant, and Anakin would get back at him for the insult if it wasn’t for an energy gate perpetually between them and the fact that it’s a just a little bit unfair to tussle with a guy crawling on the floor because he doesn’t have legs… The jealousy is still kriffing stupid, but if anyone knows stupid fears it’s Anakin.

So he declines, and he keeps declining, and two years later the invitations stop.

Anakin is eleven when he starts smuggling droid parts down into the top security oubliette underneath the oldest parts of the Jedi Temple. The first time is, in retrospect, a terrifying accident. He’s built a tiny moving starfighter that Master Obi-Wan just glanced at and said, “Well done,” nothing more, like Anakin didn’t need to use pincers to weld the tiniest engine parts together, like he didn’t cast the alloy all by himself. He sulks in his room, the ship buzzing at his head, and then remembers that there’s at least two more people who might like to see. Palpatine is probably busy, and that leaves…

The Sith prisoner is a far more appreciative audience than Anakin’s Master. His eyes glint and widen when he sees the presence next to Anakin’s head, and he even pulls himself off his berth: pulls himself off the edge and tumbles down head-first, and then panting and with his nails dug into the duracrete he drags his torso over to the energy trellis that separates him from Anakin.

He looks up at the droid in childlike wonder.

There’s a tenderness to his questions that he hasn’t shown Anakin up until now, and it’s not just the hoarse panting of exertion that takes away the last dregs of his usual intimidating mien. He wants to know everything, from the full-size model of the ship it was based on to the assembly process to details of every single one of Anakin’s new projects.

“I can—I could feel the movement of the droids I built, in the force,” the prisoner whispers reverently. “They were a constant presence when I was young.”

“Right? Right?” Anakin is excited. The Jedi have been trying to tell him that droids don’t have force presences, and he’s almost believed them by now, but if he’s not alone in feeling it then he was right. Master Obi-Wan was wrong. He knew it.

He brings down the next droid he builds—yes, two days after the first trip he did realize he brought something easily used as a weapon to the dangerous Sith prisoner, but all he did was talk mechanics with Anakin so clearly it’s harmless—and the next and next. He watches the prisoner drag himself across the floor. He sees the abrasions covering the prisoner head to abdomen—covering him on every inch of the body he still possesses—the injuries that he must be sustaining from his only mode of movement. He feels the shame radiate out from the prisoner down on the floor, painful, cloying. He watches him try to play it all down.

One day, Anakin brings down a ship that he designed himself to meet the exact dimensions and functionality of a short humanoid’s prosthetic thigh. He pushes it against the barrier. It moves through.

Anakin is almost ten years old, and he knows that down in the bowels of the Jedi Temple there lives a monster. The Sith is caged so deep below that no-one can hear his growls and mutters, his whimpers, his pleas, or so Master Obi-Wan promised Anakin yesterday when he’d worked up the courage to ask about the sounds he keeps hearing whenever he closes his eyes. He’s locked down so deep that the shivering of his despair and the gall of his hatred must be a hallucination. He’s been caged for months, first interrogated daily, then found useless and forgotten. But not by Anakin.

(He saw the monstrous enemy of the Jedi for the first time when he’d just turned nine. It pulled its black hood off its bright head and panicked Master Qui-Gon and Master Obi-Wan, and Anakin was sent away for safety that quickly turned into cosmic warfare. Before that moment, he knows, on Tatooine it tried to run Anakin over with its bike. After that moment, he’d seen the monster—or what remained of it—being carried out of the Naboo palace on Master Obi-Wan’s back, moaning and delirious with pain, but dangerous nonetheless. It had bitten Obi-Wan so hard he’d flung it reflexively to the ground.

Down there, it had begged. “Honor,” it had rasped. “Give me honor. Give me death.”

Master Obi-Wan had picked it up by its arm, and it had whimpered in protest, “I fought with honor!”

Obi-Wan had ignored it. Anakin would have, too; this thing had killed Master Qui-Gon, and whether it had done so with honor or not didn’t matter when Master Qui-Gon was dead. It had killed the Jedi who’d won him, who chose to train Anakin, who was the only guarantor of his future safety, and he didn’t know what would happen now, and he hated it.

It had grown more frantic then, terrified. “Kill me, Jedi, please, when my Master—”

And Anakin had swallowed a cry of shocked recognition.)

Anakin will be ten in two months, and today he’s gonna see the monster again. It’s not the force that calls him down staircase after staircase to the oubliette below the oldest parts of the Jedi Temple. He’d be able to explain if it was the force, if he got caught, he thinks, but that’s not what’s going on. It’s just homesickness, and loneliness, and it is that word.

The way he said it.

Anakin has met more Masters in the last year of his life than ever before, has uttered the word more often than on Tatooine, and he’s doing pretty well, he thinks. He doesn’t flinch with his body when he says it and not with his face either, and even the highest Masters—there it is again—they can’t feel the acid in his force presence anymore.

He greets Master Obi-Wan in the morning and he bows to Grandmaster Yoda whenever they meet.

He doesn’t talk about his childhood. He doesn’t talk much, nowadays, to anyone but Master Obi-Wan or his teachers. He knows he’s weird. He wasn’t on Tatooine, but here… He doesn’t know the things the other padawans do, and his reflexive associations, his interests, his memories shock them. There’s no point, Anakin has learned, in expecting people who can say Master without galling—who don’t need to pretend enjoy it—to listen to him. They’ll never wake up in cold sweat and feel for the bomb that was cut out of their neck, that was injected into it while they were awake and their mother cried, that had so often almost gone off. They don’t cry for their Mom. They’ll only shush him when he talks of his past.

When he talks of his fears.

Of himself.

They’ll never understand him. No-one will. No-one will let him be the Anakin he really is, without fussing over him and muttering and looking like he should know better by now. No-one wants anything beyond the parts of himself he can salvage that are untainted by his past. The parts that don’t remember his mother.

The only person who listens to all of him is Palpatine, and even he often doesn’t know what to say.

No-one will understand, possibly, but…

The monster that lives down below the Jedi Temple had forced out Master like the word tastes of fire and dread.

Like it heralds pain.

The monster is a fellow slave, Anakin is sure. He’s the only being on Coruscant who might understand; the only person who will let him be whole. He’s killed Master Qui-Gon, yes, but he didn’t have a choice, just like Anakin wasn’t allowed to disobey his Master and neither was Mom or Kitster or Beru or anybody else back home.

It was so obvious, the moment he said it.

The monster’s a slave.

Point: Anakin is so tired of having to pretend he never was a slave.

Point also: He just found a map of all the layers of the temple in a garbage chute, wedged in a decommissioned droid’s dataslit. A map that shows the oubliette for ancient evils.

Point also also: Master Obi-Wan’s fast asleep, and Anakin can’t get his thoughts to stop racing.

The monster’s a fellow slave.

Ergo: it’s time to sneak down and make a friend.

What must be hundreds of meters below the current Jedi Temple, at the bottom of the bottom-most staircase, smells faintly of sweat and boredom and despair. The only illumination Anakin can make out is a set of force trellises, and if the schematics he found were right then that’s exactly the spot that he’s looking for.

Pulling his hood down deeper just because it’s chilly and definitely not because he’s nervous and needs something to fidget, he sneaks closer.

Victory!

The Sith’s inside the cell. He looks just like the attacker Anakin remembers, with a red-and-black face and some horns and a scowl. He looks completely different, too: he’s naked, or at least his torso is. The lower half of his body is just missing. Did the Jedi—but no, Anakin can dimly remember Master Obi-Wan mention the way he beat him. That he’s still without prosthetics, even though his scars are well-healed… Anakin knew a woman who’d survived a bomb blowing off her leg, on Tatooine. She lived off of fellow slaves’ charity, for a few months. Her head wasn’t all there anymore from the pain, Mom told Anakin, and her Master had just let her leave. Why invest in a prosthetic when you’re not getting any use from its recipient?

The Sith is doing better than her, at least, even if he’s missing way more flesh. He’s doing pull-ups off the head piece of his callow berth. His yellow eyes gleam in the soft light of the force trellis when he looks over. When he notices Anakin. For a long moment, he looks stunned, and only then he remembers to snarl.

“Hi,” Anakin says.

The prisoner puffs up his defined arm muscles, as well as he can when he’s still hanging off the frame of his bed. He must have decided that dropping down onto his torso—and probably his face—would be even less dignified, though, because he stays put, sweaty and glowering out at Anakin from under his armpit, like he’s desperately trying to look threatening and tough in an unfamiliar situation where the other person has all the power.

It’s a scene Anakin has known intimately for most of his life.

“I’m not here to hurt you,” Anakin says.

A beat.

Right.

“The Jedi didn’t send me,” because in his situation that’s what Anakin would most like to know. The Jedi are not this guy’s slave masters, but they do have all the power over him right now.

“I was a slave too, before they took me here. You can trust me,” and at least that gets a reaction: the prisoner looks absolutely apoplectic and even opens his mouth. Finally! He’s angry, which isn’t ideal—Anakin should have remembered that some slaves don’t want to admit they are—but they’re talking!

But the Sith just closes his mouth again.

He keeps his sullen silence for what feels like hours while Anakin tries one conversational gambit after the other. He just can’t have blown his one chance at talking to someone whose mouth makes the right shape for Master. Anakin refuses to accept that.

But it grows later and later, and Master Obi-Wan will wake up at some point, and he doesn’t have to concede defeat for forever, after all, but maybe for today…

“Fine.” Anakin puffs out his chest. He should say something soothing that’ll buy him a foot in the door next time, but he’s been pleading and pleading, and it hurts. “I don’t even care if you don’t want to talk. I’ve got plenty of friends. Chancellor Palpatine asked me to come over for tea just yesterday!”

The voice is so threadbare that he almost misses it, but it’s there. The Sith clears his throat. He sounds more sure and velvety when he repeats his plea to Anakin. His golden eyes are so wide it looks painful.

“Wait! Repeat what you just said!”

Anakin is nineteen when he climbs down into the bowels of the Temple for the last time. He hasn’t slept for two days, barely even closed his eyes, because on the insides of his lids is his mother, writhing, pleading.

No-one up in the Temple can give him any help. All they have to offer is platitudes about Uncertain the future is and Let go of attachment you must, but it’s his Mom, and she’s being tortured! She’s dying! She can’t be dying! She’s Anakin’s Mom!

He’s pleaded to be sent to Tatooine on a mission, but Senator Amidala’s protection detail is more important Master Obi-Wan said, and he can’t just go against the will of his… He can’t go. His Mom’s dying every moment he closes his eyes and he can’t go.

Maul is his last hope.

No-one will even notice that Maul’s gone. He’s been locked up for a decade now, and only the meal droids and Anakin still climb down to his level. Anakin’s friends with the meal droids, too, and he can definitely talk them into keeping silent about the Sith prisoner’s disappearance.

Maul’s a fighter, and he was able to find them on Tatooine and follow them to Naboo so he must be able to find Anakin’s Mom, too, wherever she’s been dragged off to. He’ll be able to save her.

He’ll—

Anakin has already sliced the force trellis control panel and turned it off when the fear grabs him. He’s spilled all his nightmares of his mother’s death, has shared the only plan for her survival. He’s received the assent he was sure to get. Now, he’s helping Maul put on the smuggled prosthetics that have been hidden in the stuffing of Maul’s prison berth, kneeling down before him.

And suddenly, all he tastes in the air is raw hatred.

He flinches. The trellis must have functioned as a shield from Maul’s presence before, keeping Anakin from realizing the true depth of Maul’s anger, the extent of his strength.

He could kill Anakin right now. He could attack the temple, and it would all be Anakin’s fault.

The frailty and humiliations of the prisoner’s mutilated body have lulled Anakin into reacting with kindness. He’s seen a man who is weak, helpless, and of course he offered help.

The cadence of Maul’s voice has made him sound like a friend.

But he’s the Sith who slaughtered Master Qui-Gon.

He’s filled to the brim with hatred and jealousy and pain, the force around them screams, will never release them to meditation like Anakin has tried and tried to do; he’s everything the Jedi Council saw in Anakin that day a decade ago and that he’s tried so hard to bury. He’s a Sith.

He’s warm.

It’s not just the hand he rests on Anakin’s shoulder but the very air he expels. Anakin expected the dark side of the force to be frigid, the way his own loathing and terror have kept him shivering and cold, but this is a hearth: protection, purification, an almost magnetic pull. It wraps around them. He shudders again.

“Do not be afraid,” Maul says, and from the soft look in his eyes he has misunderstood completely. “I shall find your mother, apprentice. You will do admirably while I’m gone. Just remember everything I taught you.”

And then, the darkness curls around Anakin again, hot and possessive. “While I’m gone, don’t talk to Palpatine.”

Anakin is twenty-three when he decides to brutally murder the Supreme Chancellor of the Galactic Republic. His wife is laying in the delivery room, holding the boy twin—holding their baby boy!—while he strokes her hair reverently, and there is his Mom beside him, holding the girl twin—holding their baby girl!—and next to the door, scowling, stands Maul.

“Do you want to hold her?” Mom asks Maul gently. She knows him best now, and if she decides Maul’s standoffishness towards the twins—his twins!—is shyness rather than dislike, then Anakin will forgive him for not cooing over the babies—his kids! His and Padmé’s kids!—like any rational person would.

“Even His patience runs out one day,” Maul whispers.

Anakin’s hairs curl in shocked recognition, and he doesn’t even need to hear the word, but—

“I told you, Shmi, he started talking to Anakin as soon as he arrived. Somehow I managed to keep them apart, to interfere with the attempts at molding him, but the very fact He showed interest must warn us… As soon as he learns of this birth, and His spies are everywhere…” Maul turns back towards the door, palms laid across it as if he could keep the gate shut. The force burns with shielding hatred. “My Master will come for your children. Soon. Palpatine likes them young.”

#anakin skywalker #darth maul #dimtraces makes things

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andmaybegayer · 2 years

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Last Monday of the Week 2022-01-31

I have been feeling a vague malaise and I realize that thanks to the rains closing the national parks I didn't get my annual dose of charismatic megafauna. I think I need to drive out to one of the nearby nature reserves and get mauled by a rhinoceros or something.

Listening: There's this C demotune that I first encountered on the xkcd IRC quote DB that I quite like. If you have alsa and gcc installed, this will work

echo "main(i){for(i=0;;i++)putchar(((i*(i>>8|i>>9)&46&i>>8))^(i&i>>13|i>>6));}" | gcc -x c - && ./a.out | aplay

if you don't, fortunately for us a channel denizen recorded it, so we can listen to it here

It loops forever so I had this on for 25 minutes the other day.

Watching: New episodes of Snowpiercer are out now. Lots of promise! Room for some crunchy moral dilemmas! Hopefully they don't fuck it up but they did introduce a magic vision of a tree so who knows!

Reading: Finished The Left Hand of Darkness, my first Le Guin novel. It is slow but in a good way, it spends about two thirds of the book in the introduction and setup, with a short and tumultuous action and conclusion. You can really tell it was written in the 60's by someone who was way ahead of their time but still In The 60's.

I was going to dive back into Dune but I decided to detour through The Gunslinger, my first Stephen King novel. The advantage of telling a story backwards is that your reference preceded the event, so normal writing becomes foreshadowing. My only prior knowledge of The Dark Tower is from when I read Dr. McNinja.

that is a ninja in a baseball cap. You should read Dr. McNinja

Playing: I have done nothing but play The Outer Wilds for two days. I sat down to try and get through this thing and I am so close. Fantastic vibes in this game. I think I have found all the parts and I just have to figure out how they go together but there is a chance I have missed something crucial because I like. Walked past it and it got recorded even though I didn't see it so I'm gonna go look around later.

Making: Not much! I was hoping to go do some bug photography but it has been raining most afternoons. As previously mentioned I didn't get my dose of wildlife this last year so I have to do that sometime.

Computer Stuff: I locked myself out of my remote server this week because I abandoned it mid-update and the update restarted my SSH daemon, so here's a pitch for having more than one way to connect to your computers. In this case I unscrewed my shell by firing commands through my IRC client which. It's not the best. I guess I could have logged in to the server dashboard interface but where's the fun in that.

#SoundCloud #last monday of the week

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bubble-booty-cuties · 3 years

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Yesterday, the bindings on Naoto's ass came a bit loose, which seemed to distract Senpai when she subtly probed him for info (read: had a steamy makeout/petting session with him at school). Thinking she could get him to slip up and reveal something, Naoto not only ditched them entirely, she wore her tightest, ass-huggingest pants. Unfortunately, she didn't how much the attention she's getting turned her on, or how sensitive her ass really was, until Senpai had gotten his hands on them.

Once again, I took this ask and turned it into something bigger, sorry if you were hoping for something else!

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"Y-Yes Niijima-San.. Yes, I know.. I require a bit more time before I can show you anything concrete, but I promise you, I am very close to cracking this case wide open! I need only find my in, and I will have my suspect! Yes, I won't fail!" With a tap of her phone the call was ended, and Naoto looked straight ahead towards her destination.

Well, she tried to at least, currently she was doing her absolute best to turn invisible in the middle of a busy backstreet, and failing, unsurprisingly.

Even as she looked down low at the ground, hiding her face behind the rim of her hat, the echoes of her own high heels clacking against the stone ground reverberated loudly, and she could hear every one of her steps. Though she was having a bit of trouble, she'd quickly grown used to the shoes and her pace was quick, hoping to reach Leblanc with some ounce of dignity left, at least.

And why was she dressed in such eye catchingly blue, high heeled shoes? Well, it was to accentuate the rest of her outfit, something Ann had managed to drill into her when she'd made her purchase the shoes on one of their outings. For the shoes matched her dark blue button up shirt, blending wonderfully with her own hair. And they even matched her deep blue lipstick covered lips.

Of course, that was just about the most normal part of her outfit. Foregoing her chest binder once again, her plump, perky breasts bounced freely with each long stride of her long legs, straining against her shirt and revealing her deep, creamy pale valley of cleavage that not only stretched out her shirt, but pressed her erect nipples against the soft fabric, making each move a slight, shiver inducing feeling of fabric against sensitive nubs.

Naoto cursed silently as another man passing by tripped and stared like she was the first woman he'd ever seen, his head following her even as she passed by, no doubt looking at her massive, wobbly globes of meaty ass hang out of her extremely tiny, slutty jean booty shorts. Did she forget to mention the shorts? How silly of her, it wasn't as if she felt like she was walking around in nothing but a thong in public with the chill to match.

And speaking of thongs, hers hugged her hips high above where the shorts ended, putting together the perfect slutty image that she regretted she pulled off so well. Damn her naturally curvy figure. Damn her perky, ballooning tits that even Makoto looked jealous of when she saw how they naturally stayed perky. And damn her massive, round, bouncy butt that she could literally feel jiggling with every step!

Why couldn't things have been easy and she was just small? No, she had to be short AND stacked. Even her thighs were plump and meaty, something that made all kinds of men stare. She swore her face would catch fire if one more man whistled after her. But she was so close, so close to Leblanc and so close to making Senpai confess to his crimes!

That's what all of this was for! She had to keep reminding herself, even as her shorts rode up between her perfectly meaty, fat, giant cheeks like a second skin, like a thong, and even as she convinced herself that NO she wasn't wet. You have no proof otherwise! Senpai's weakness, that's what this was! He talked more when she'd dressed like this, talked more when he had her on the ropes doing lewd things to her, talked more into her ear while he was fingering her holes then he ever had before!

That was her chance, she had to make him talk through any means necessary! And if that meant dressing like a five dollar whore for him to toy with while he finally slipped up and spoke of his status as the head of the Phantom Thieves, then goddamnit that's what she was going to do! She was a Shirogane Detective, and she would do what it takes!

"But maybe I should have at least brought a coat.." She muttered to herself as she finally made it to Leblanc's front door, the sign reading closed, but the lights on inside. She'd texted him, told him she'd be coming over, so surely the door was unlocked? At least that meant she wouldn't have to be gawked at by men on the street, but perhaps the alternative of being toyed with and.. Licked was the wasn't the lesser of the two evils..

Bells rung out above her head as she pushed her way inside, making sure the door behind her shut and locked, just so she and him were left alone, and no one walked in while she was dressed this way.

"Senpai? I'm, um, I'm here!" The detective however got no response, the cafe lit up, but seemingly quiet.

"Senpai?" She called out again, hoping for a reply. With a cautious step, Naoto stepped deeper into the cafe and towards the stairs of the attic, where her suspect's room was.

"Hello? The door was unlocked so I let myself in!" She called out just as she made it to the top of the stairs, just to see.. Nothing. The young man was nowhere in sight. Not even his feline companion was in his room.

"What? But he knew I was coming over. Perhaps I should try his cell-Ah!!"

"Why don't we skip to the fun part?"

Naoto squealed yelled in fright as she felt the large, warm hand of her Senpai suddenly smack grip her bubble butt as hard as he could, his other arm snaking around her slim waist and hugging her back closely to his chest, and she didn't even hear his footsteps coming up the stairs! H-How did he sneak up on her?!

"S-Senpai! How did you-? N-No, it doesn't matter, I've come to talk with you!" Naoto tried her best to relax against the young man, but she usually found it difficult when he was groping and mauling her fat ass like a stress toy.

"You came to talk," He started, plainly, evenly, even as he felt p her curves. He simply talked gently into her ear. "You came to talk, dressed in this?"

"I-I.." Naoto froze, looking down at her own clothes, her own perky breasts, feeling her own heat racing. Was it excitement? Was it worry? Why were things never easy with him..? "I need to ask you a few questions, S-Senpai.."

"Sure." Was all she heard as he began kissing the side of her neck, one of his hands snaking down between her thighs in the way it always did when they were alone, in the way that made her spread her legs for him instinctively.. Pushing her pelvis against his hand as if to invite him inside of her..

N-No! Focus! The bluenette detective bit her lip, her face bright red once again, and she tried her best to focus on anything but the pleasure of his fingers.

"Senpai, where were you on-Aah~!" His fingers hooked against her inner walls, and she was gently lead to his bed in the corner of the room, pushed slowly, her high heels clacking loudly. "Wh-Where were you on the night o-of October 8th?"

The young man froze for a second, his fingers paused in her folds, before continuing the next, so quickly she almost didn't catch it, but she did, and she wasn't sure what emotion filled her in that moment.

"With my friends." Was all he said as they both got on their knees on the bed.

"Wh-Where, Senpai?"

"Here and there."

Naoto had to actively rip her mind away from the hope that he was going to bend her over and eat her out again, she had to stop herself from looking forward to the feeling of his face between her- Stop! She's so close! She can feel it!

"Plea-Mmh~! Please answer the question, S-Senpai!" She needed to know! She.. Fuck, why was it so hard to focus when he was so close?! She couldn't even think of what else to ask, her practiced questions, her traps she had thought up for days! Not when he was so close to bending her over once again, not when she wanted to feel his tongue slither passed her tight pucker once more!

That feeling of his tongue inside her ass, it was.. Damnit she'd resorted to fingering her own backdoor on nights he'd teased her just to leave her alone! Her face burned, her lower lips burned with need even more, and all she could remember was that she needed to know the answer to that one damn question!

And then he stopped, with them both on their knees on the bed, he'd stopped his fingers from toying with her, and he pulled away from her sensitive neck to talk into her ear.

"How about a wager?" Naoto's eyes shot open from their clenched shut state in surprise. "If you win, I'll answer any question you want with the truth-"

The detective's heart raced in her chest, the whole truth, there, right there within her grasp.

"And if I win, you have to answer any question I want, with the full truth."

"Wh-What's the wager..?" Whatever it was, she needed to try, she's so close, she could feel it.

"Simple. The first one to cum loses." Excited butterflies bubbled up in her tummy, but just so did trepidation. She'd never made him cum, he'd only ever toyed with her, made her scream, or made her.. Make a mess..

"B-But how am I supposed to.. I-I've never made you.." She trailed off, the words burning in her mouth, but she was far to embarrassed to tell him to his face she wanted to know how to make him cum.

"It wouldn't be fair if we weren't both having fun," He whispered even closer, making her shiver and squirm in place. "So you're going to bend over, and I'm going to fuck you."

"Wh-What?!" Naoto wasn't stupid, she was a Shirogane detective for christ's sake, she had questioned why he'd never tried to go the next step, why he'd never.. Bent her over and fucked her. And on those steamy nights alone, she'd fantasized about it, wondered what it was like..

"Your choice. You can leave if you want." His hands slid down her sides to grab her wide hips, pulling her plump, jiggly ass back against his covered cock, straight up showing her that he was ready to rail her, much to her burning hot embarrassment. "Or, you can get on all fours, and I'm going to rail your ass 'till you're squealing."

He was plain, as usual, and she doubted he was much for negotiating his terms right now. The choices were simple. Leave, or let him fuck her from behind. The choice was obvious.

Slowly, on shaky legs and arms, Naoto leaned forward onto all fours on the bed, laying her well endowed chest down low on the bed, and raising her extra meaty, plump ass high up into the air, those tiny booty shorts riding up deep between the valley of her ass, both hefty cheeks wobbling as she got comfortable in her new position.

Looking back over her shoulder, Naoto's pretty face looked more feminine then ever as she gently held the pillow for comfort, her hat hiding one eye as the other looked at him with excitement and worry. And her voice broke the tension in a way that reminded him who she was, so soft and girly.

"P-Please be gentle, S-Senpai..~"

Joker's cock nearly broke passed his belt as all the blood in his body raced to his appendage at once, his cool guy act all but gone and replaced with pure, red hot horny at the sight of that massive fucking ass wobbling like jello on one of the cutest girls he's ever met. How could she expect him to be gentle after that?!

"S-Senpai~!" Naoto squeaked out as she felt the man smack her ass as hard as he could, he heart beating out of her chest as that feeling of pleasure from a spank came back 10 fold. But she wasn't focused on that. No, she was focused on the fat, raging, throbbing, veiny slap of meat that just slapped down on her ass with a weighty thud, the first cock she'd ever seen in person and it looked hard enough to cut glass, and felt like a bat as it slapped down between her warm cheeks.

Th-That was going in her backdoor? It was throbbing and twitching with need, and it looked so huge, thick and long! And it was so hot! Naoto already felt heated and steamy in the young man's bed, her cheeks lightly peppered with beads of sweat, but the warmth between her cheeks now was like an oven with that fat cock squished between them.

And it was squished between them, sandwiched in between those meaty buns like it belonged, the first thing she'd felt him do was press his cock deeper in her newly slippery valley of heat, and now the head of his cock was almost the only thing visible as it poked out passed her cheeks and over her lower back.

Naoto bit her lip to fight back the adorable little noises she threatened to make as she felt her Senpai grab her asscheeks, squishing her globes together like balls of dough, with his veiny cock right in the middle. And finally, she felt her body lightly rock on the bed as he began thrusting his cock between her sweat slicked cheeks.

"Ahaaa~! Senpai~!" She could feel his thrusts grow faster between her cheeks, and she could only think about how her Senpai was using her pillowy butt like an onahole! B-But, she remembered the wager, if she could m-make him cum first, then she'd win!

With a peptalk and hope not a single soul could see her besides the obvious, Naoto braced herself against the bed and did what she'd seen Ann and even Futaba do a number of times before.. With a bounce of her extra wide birthing hips, Naoto started twerking her massive fat ass on her Senpai's c-cock! Each and every twerk of her hips made her ass jiggle and ripple like two massive water balloons, her cheeks clapping against his hips heftily as he let go of her and let her work.

Naoto had never felt this way before, the embarrassment was like a forest fire against her pretty face, and she'd wondered if she ever saw herself doing something so.. so.. Lewd! But, the moment she heard the deep, masculine, pleasured grown of the young man behind her, Naoto felt.. Sexy.. She felt good knowing her extra plump rear was good for something other then ripping open her favorite trousers.. That groan was from her twerking on her Senpai's dick, from her making him feel good, and she just couldn't stop herself from slipping her own hand down the front of her shorts, toying with herself at the feeling of his cock between her sweaty cheeks.

The plapping of her cheeks against his hips echoed in the room as the young man groaned in pleasure, and once more the harsh sound of him smacking her fat ass and her high pitched squeal filled the room instead.

"A-Aaah~! I-It's okay, S-Senpai~! You can c-.. Cum whenever you w-want~!" Naoto tried to sound sexy, anything she could to make him cum early, to win the wager, but one look back at that throbbing beast between her cheeks and the look in his eyes made her realize he wasn't anywhere close to being done.

Suddenly, Naoto felt the man pull his cock free from her her warmth and felt him grab her booty shorts, yanking the poor excuse for pants down around her thighs and down onto the bed below, leaving her extra fat ass bare of all but her tiny blue thong that couldn't hope to hide her jiggly cheeks, let alone the cute little twitching pucker between them.

"W-Wait, S-Senpai-!" Naoto squeaked in ways she didn't wanna think about tonight, her voice high and feminine, pretty and girly, and she sounded so needy it hurt to think about. But what else was she supposed to do when she felt the tip of her Senpai's cock slid up and down her cheeks, pressing lightly against the fabric between his cock and her pink ring, as if taunting her.

"Senpai, pl-please, just-" Naoto pushed her face in deeper to the pillow when she felt him grab her thong and pull it out from between her cheeks, not even taking them off, just pulling the small blue string to the side, catching on her plump cheek. And with two jiggly handfuls, the young man pulled her cheeks apart and once again was greeted with a front row seat of her needy, wet, twitching holes.

"P..Please don't stare Senpai.." Naoto's gasping breaths were quick and uneasy as the gravity of her position finally set in, and she knew her Senpai was looking at at her little backdoor, with his member hard and waiting for it's chance to enter inside of her.

"You're so pretty, Naoto."

It was those simple, quiet words that made Naoto push her face into her pillow in embarrassment, warmth spreading in her chest at the compliment.

"It's why you can't expect me to hold back."

"A-Aaah~!" It was a sudden, warm, wet pressure against her back door that made her clenched eyes shoot open in surprise, the feeling of his broad, throbbing hard tip against her tight little pucker was as pleasurable as it was shocking. There was a slight amount of pain, a feeling of something so big pushing into her that only his tongue and her own fingers had gotten into, but it wasn't unbearable.

Certainly, that didn't stop Naoto from gripping the pillow and sheets as tight as she could as the pressure against her asshole only got stronger, and she felt the warm precum drip out onto her ring of muscle.

He was slow but firm, and just like that, with a wet little plop, Naoto's anal cherry was popped, and her tiny asshole spread and clenched around the tip of her Senpai's cock, feeling bigger then it ever had before.

"S-Senpaiii~!" There was a dull pain that mixed in with radiating warmth and pleasure, and the tip of his cock throbbed and twitched inside of her, completely still as the man stopped his push to slide his hands up from holding her cheeks open, to holding her wide, sultry hips like handle bars. And it was all the break she got before he started right back up again.

"Ha-Haaaa~! S-Senpai~! You're so-!" Deep, that's all she could think of, as inch after inch of thick, throbbing, veiny cock slid passed her stretched little ring and into her warm little asshole, inch after inch filled her and reached places she'd never felt before. There was pain, but it was deeply overshadowed by an intense, blistering hot feeling of pleasure and fullness as he plundered her insides, making sure she couldn't pull away even if she tried by pulling her wide hips back to meet his narrow ones, watching her extra fat ass swallow up his dick hungrily while she made the most adorable noises ever.

And just as she felt like his cock was reaching her very core, making her head spin, it stopped, and she felt her wobbly cheeks meet his with a small clap of flesh on flesh, his balls nuzzled comfortably against her wet, dripping lower lips and reminding her that it wasn't just an endless ladder, and her Senpai was officially balls deep in her rear.

He groaned, and twitched, and throbbed, and she could feel her own hole clenching and squeezing from the new and strange feeling of being absolutely filled. Naoto's eyes were practically rolled up into her head as she pressed her teeth into the pillow in front of her, and that was before the sudden and breathtaking feeling of him slowly pulling his cock back out of her almost sore already asshole.

Every inch leaving made her feel more empty then ever before, not unpleasant, but she had just gotten used to having his cock inside of her, and now he was pulling it out until just the tip was left inside. And then, with her legs quaking under her fat ass, she felt him press his hips forward once again, but gone was his gentle care and slow pace, instead she felt like he was trying to force his dick back inside of her, quicker, harder. Not so fast, but certainly enough to make her, well, scream.

"Aaaaaah~!! S-Senpai~!!" Her high pitched scream was muffled by the pillow in front of her mouth as he once again bottomed out sinde of her ass with another meaty clap of her ass, much louder and harsher then before, not taking a second of hesitation before she was ince again pleasurably tortured by that feeling of him pulling out of her ass inch by inch, just for him to actually pull her wide hips back to meet his hard, firm thrust.

All things considered it was a moderate pace, thrusting his hips forward in long, hard strokes while pulling her fat ass back to meet him halfway, a nice rhythm of her ass clapping heavily back against his pelvis, weighty cheeks rippling and wobbling like two massive waterballoons as he fucked her ass.

For Naoto however, the virgin felt like her asshole was on fire, and she had no idea this was a slow pace. Instead, Naoto's body rocked back and forth on the bed, her much smaller and lighter frame bouncing forward and back to the strong thrusts while she almost lost her mind to feeling of getting fucked like a bitch, face down with her ass raised high for her Senpai.

"H-Hhnnng~!! Hng~!! Hngk~!! Hnnngggk~!!" The pillow between her clenched teeth muffled her squeaks and squeals, her own juices pouring down her thighs as tears formed in her pretty blue-grey eyes. Oh god, she.. She was getting fucked by her Senpai, she was bent over on all fours getting fucked by her Senpai and she could barely remember where she was!

The harsh smack of his hand meeting her meaty bubble butt echoed even louder then the clapping of her cheeks, her globe of pale flesh rippling on impact and wobbling for seconds after as she squealed loudly at the feeling of getting fucked and spanked at the same time.

"Fuck! Your ass is so tight!"

Naoto almost didn't register it, her Senpai's voice was deep and guttural, labored as he pounded her ass like a slow drum, and she could feel herself shiver at the idea.. The idea he was feeling so good from using her hole~

And that's when she felt the young man grab her wrist, yanking it away from sheets and using it like like a handle, yanking her face up and out of the pillow while the other stabilized her rocking body. Of course, that just meant she couldn't hide her bright red, beautiful face in the sheets, or her pretty voice~

"Aaaaaah~!!! Ah~!! Ah~!! Ah~!! S-Senpai~!! Y-You feel s-so-Aaah~!!" She looked back at him, tears of pleasure shining in her eye as her pretty voice chimed so loudly when not muffled, and it was all that the young man needed to snap.

Grabbing her other arm, the young man pulled her entire body back against his hips and her fat ass onto his cock, slamming forward far harder then he had before, catching her completely by surprise as she was suddenly not in control of her own body at all, her arms bound and pulled behind her, and her whole body now at the mercy of her Senpai. The feeling was exciting yet scary, but not nearly as exciting as the sudden strength in his hips, slamming against her bubbly cheeks harder then she thought he could. And she soon realized she knew very little about how rough sex could actually be.

Suddenly her Senpai yanked his cock out of her already abused whole like it was stuck, before jamming his cock into her asshole like it barely fit before, yanking her entire body back to meet his extremely hard thrust before doing it again even faster, and it was this sudden and brutal pace that made Naoto's eyes roll up completely as her tongue hung out of her mouth.

"Senpai~!!! S-Senpai~!!! Ghaaaa~!! Haaaa~!!!" The young man's blistering pace turned her detective brain into a slutty mush as he brutalized her previously virgin asshole, her meaty, wobbly, planetary globes of creamy smooth flesh clapping like a drum so hard and fast it was a wonder if anyone could hear it outside, along with the squeaking bed and her slutty squeals of pleasure.

In the back of her mind she wondered if this was what it was like to be a whore, to be used by a man who wanted nothing more then to watch her fat cheeks jiggle and ripple around his cock while he ripped the screams of pleasure from her throat, just to dump the contents of his balls inside of her. It was the last vestige of her inquisitive mind, but even that soon shattered along with the buttons of her blue shirt, the small bits of plastic popping off as her plump, perky tits sprang free, swinging and bouncing freely beneath her chest as her whole body bounced and rocked back and forth.

Sweat dripped down each and every curve of her body, the heat in her core as sweltering as the heat around her, and it was there that the young man suddenly let go of her arms to grab a fist full of her partly long hair instead, her hat skewing forward on her head to cover her vision partly, rocking, bouncing, and teetering on her head dangerously. It was a wonder it hadn't already fallen off, but she wasn't focused on that, not when the brutal, feral pounding of her asshole made her clench hard around her Senpai's cock, and the moment she felt the man smack her fat cheek harder then it'd ever been smacked before, something inside of her snapped, broke, and suddenly she felt a rushing pleasure overtake her entire body and she saw stars for a few seconds. Not to mention her squeal.

"AAAAAAaaaaaaaahhhhhhh~!!!!!" Seconds felt like minutes, and minutes felt like hours as her entire body shook and writhed in pure, white hot, mind melting pleasure, and the feeling of her Senpai's cock still slamming in balls deep into her tiny clenching asshole only made it last longer, hit harder, and she could feel something spray across her meaty thighs and make a mess of the bed below her. Drool dripped down her chin and she felt a tear fall down her face as well, and every single fiber of her being was on fire.

And suddenly, it all stopped, and she felt the young man behind her let go of her hair and hips, yank his cock free from her little gaping asshole, and let her fall face down onto the bed, her shock overtaking her for a second as her body screamed out for more! There had to be more! He wasn't done yet right?! He hasn't cum, he can keep going!

Naoto looked back at the man with almost desperate surprise, rising to her hands and knees shakily, looking almost pleadingly at his lubed, throbbing, shining cock before looking up at him.

"S-Senpai, wh-what-?"

"You lost the wager."

What?

"You lost, and now you have to tell the truth."

"I-I don't under-"

"Tell me what you want."

What did she want? What did he mean what did she want?! She wanted to know.. something. She- What did she-? N-No, she wanted-! She wanted-!

"I-I want.. I want.."

"I-I want you to f-fuck my a-ass~!! P-Please Senpai, f-fuck my ass m-more~!!" Naoto needed more~! She felt so empty, shame and embarrassment made her face light up and almost steam, but she couldn't hold back anymore, not when she felt so lightheaded, not when his cock was still so hard~!

The needy detective bit her lip in desperation as she reached back and took both of her creamy globes in her hands, spreading her fat cheeks apart while looking back at her Senpai, panting and gasping while revealing her own tiny, winking, slightly gaped, slippery little backdoor~!

"Please~!! I-I need Senpai's c-cock~!!" She didn't care anymore~! She needed to be fucked again~! She needed that feeling of being filled, she needed to feel him fuck her ass so hard she could barely think~! "Fuck my ass~!!"

All it took was a grab of her wide hips and a slam of his as hard as he could before Naoto felt his balls slap against her dripping cunt, slamming in nuts deep into her needy asshole while her cheeks rippled from the meaty clap~! And Naoto once again made that slutty face she tried to hide, but she kept herself held up, didn't put her face in the pillow~! Her Senpai wanted to hear her, it's why he did it before right~? And she squealed just as loud as she did before~!

"Y-YEESS~!!!" There was no build up, Naoto's entire body rocked as hard as before as her Senpai fucked her fat ass, brutally railing her tiny little pink pucker like a jackhammer, but this time he was met by the slutty sight of the little detective throwing her fat ass back on his cock, bouncing her cheeks back against his hips and making sure every single inch was as deep as could possibly be!

"F-Fuck me~!! Aaaah~!!! Fuck me Senpai~!!" Stars exploded across her vision with every single brutal slam of his hips, and Naoto had the sluttiest look she'd ever had on her face, her eyes rolled up while she squealed happily out for more.

Naoto suddenly felt the young man's weight push harder into his thrusts as he reached forward and began mauling her fat tits, groping and squeezing them so hard she almost winced, from pain and pleasure both at once, and she could only grit her teeth s=to stop herself from screaming so loud it broke the window near them as he pulled and twisted one of her sensitive little nubs~!

"Tell me what you are!!"

What she was~? Naoto could barely remember her name, but she knew what she was, she was a whore~!! She was a nasty, needy whore~! That's what women like her were right~? Women who loved getting fucked up the ass like this were-

"I-I'm a whore~!! I'm a n-nasty whore~!!" Naoto couldn't hold on, she fell forward onto chest and her Senpai followed her down, slamming his cock down hard into her little asshole one last time like a feral beast, ruining her tiny previously virgin tunnel in a prone bone that left the room spinning for the little detective. Leverage worked against her in the best way possible, and her fat ass rippled and wobbled like two massive water beds, both meaty cheeks shining with sweat as he hooked her legs open permanently with his own, making sure she couldn't curl up even if she wanted to. And all she could feel was her Senpai's weight and heat on her body while she was fucked into a squealing puddle.

"You're my whore!! My personal whore!!"

"YES~!! I'm your whore~!!! I'm Senpai's anal whore~!!!" She could do nothing but lay there and take his cock like a whore, it's what she was~!! A whore for cock~!! Cum squirted out of her untouched cunt over and over all over her thighs and the sheets as he slammed in like a jackhammer, she swore she heard something under the bed break as she almost blacked out, screaming so loud she felt her own throat hurt before he finally slammed into her slutty little love tunnel one last fucking time, and she was so suddenly filled with a boiling hot, bubbly sticky heat~!!

"AAAAAHHHHHH~!!!!!" Naoto's entire body tensed as she came harder then she ever had in her life~!! The feeling of being filled, of practically being bred felt so fucking good, she wanted every single last drop inside of her~!! She wanted to be Senpai's cock warmer~!! She wanted him to fill her asshole with his cum every single day~!!!

And suddenly, it stopped, all of it, the pounding, the squealing, the cumming.. And all that was left was her Senpai suddenly flopping down on top of her, his cock still twitching inside of her hole, spurting the last of his seed, and the only noises filling the room was their panting and gasping.

Naoto felt so small under her Senpai, more feminine then she'd ever felt in her life, so warm and full~ She felt.. She didn't know, but it felt right, almost as right as the butterflies that sprung up in her tummy as the young man wrapped his arms around her small waist and held her gently, laying them both to their sides on the bed and pulling her as close as he could against his chest, his face buried in her hair behind her.

She felt so light, and happy~ So.. Sleepy~ Darkness slowly covered her eyes, or were those her eyelids, and she felt her entire body relax against the young man behind her~ And she remembered she was supposed to tel the truth~? Or something~? Well she knew what the truth was~

Sleep finally came for the small detective as she mumbled what was in her mind~

"I love you Senpai~"

Soft snores was the only thing that filled the room now, and the young man wasn't far behind, putting his glasses to the side and shutting off the lights. He'd have to say it back to her tomorrow.

Though he was worried how she'd react when she found out she needed to walk to school the next day wearing what she came over in, with a limp.. And he wondered how Sojiro would react when he saw them both coming down the stairs..

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Be Mine (08)

Pairing: Niragi x Reader / Chishiya x Reader

Genre: Smut, Angst, Fluff, Omegaverse

Word Count: 2.8k

Summary: You were able to stay unbounded throughout your life. You didn’t want an Alpha; you didn’t need one. You would rather die than to give yourself to some random male. But the man that saved your life thinks differently.

Warnings: Alpha/Omega, Dubious Consent, Vaginal Sex, Vaginal Fingering, Finger fucking, Rough Sex, Rough Kissing, Unprotected Sex, Creampie, Breeding, Pregnancy Kink, Other Additional Tags to Be Added, Drama, Developing Relationship, Past Abuse, Scars, Death, Blood and Gore, Animal Death, Trauma, Bath Sex, Blood and Injury, Oral Sex, Dom/sub Undertones, Feelings

Notes: Here I am, back with chapter 8!! Be aware that there's a lot going on in this chapter involving abuse and trauma, so please proceed with caution. Hope you enjoy it! <3

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He can’t believe his eyes.

The moment the bag was taken off to show the man’s face, he wondered if he was having one of his nightmares again. He barely has those anymore, but what else can this be? He refuses to believe he is here. It can’t be real; it makes no sense.

But it is real. It’s him, without a shadow of a doubt. He’s visibly older, once black hair now with streaks of gray, and deep-set tired eyes. But he could never forget that face; the face that has been haunting his dreams for years. He almost feels sick at the realization. Why is he here? What does he want? How? When? So many questions.

Then fear.

Is he here to hurt him? To hurt you? No, he can’t let that happen; he won’t let that happen. Memories come flushing in, and it’s like he’s a young boy again, with no means of escaping or protecting himself. He feels powerless, and it’s terrifying. After so many years trying to gain control of his life, making others fear him...he comes and ruins everything.

Then anger.

How dare he even be alive? In his mind, he killed him long ago. He was supposed to be dead, locked away in some shithole, away from him. But he’s alive and he’s here. The man looks at him with fear in his eyes, but they’re also eyes that don’t recognize him. It makes a fire run in his chest. After everything he has done to him, after all the trauma and scars he left on him? How dare he not remember?

And then he feels you, on the back of his mind, surprised and wanting to approach him.

No. He has to get you out of that room.

“Y/N,” he says. He barely recognizes his own voice. His eyes are still locked on the man in front of him; he can’t let him out of his sight. His body shakes with the effort to keep himself under control, but he still lets his claws out. He needs to protect you. “Get out.”

“Ni–”

“All of you, out!” he shouts, a growl forming in his chest. The man on the chair is shaking, looking more terrified by the second. Still not recognizing him. That angers him more than he would like to admit.

He hears everyone leave the room; everyone except for you. He glances over his shoulder, opening his mouth to order you out.

“I am not leaving,” you say before he can talk. Your voice trembles, but he can feel your determination. You know how he’s feeling, after all. It makes him hate this connection even more; you’re not supposed to see him like this. You’re not supposed to know about this.

“Y/N, I’m not repeating myself,” he takes a deep breath, “Leave… now.”

“But Niragi, you–”

“Niragi?... Niragi Suguru?” those words freeze him in place. That voice, saying his name, makes shivers of terror run down his spine. He looks down at the man, his wide eyes now filled with recognition.

That man knows who he is. He almost wishes he didn’t.

“Do you know who I am?” Niragi forces himself to ask, in a whisper so low you can barely hear it. He can feel you in the back of his mind, as tense and frightened as he is. But he can’t focus on you right now; not when the monster from his past just said his name.

The old man stays quiet for a beat, looking him up and down. Niragi knows what he must be thinking. When they last saw each other, he was nothing more than a shy and scrawny fourteen-year-old boy; now he’s over a decade older and taller, piercings all over his face.

And he’s an Alpha. That is the most important change. One that the old man definitely notices.

“It’s you, isn’t it?” the man gulps, “Keiko’s boy?”

Niragi has to control his basic instinct to flee as he crouches before the older man, close enough that he can smell the pungent odor of sweat and cigarette smoke. It’s so disgusting and so familiar that he almost gets sick. He swallows the lump in his throat before talking.

“What if I am?” he says, in the most leveled tone he can. He can’t let him know he’s scared. He can’t let him get inside his head. “Why does it matter?”

“I– I just never thought I would see you again after all these years, I–” the man stutters, clearly nervous, “Is nice to finally see my nephew, though. You’ve...changed.”

“Nephew?” you ask. He can feel your surprise, followed by something close to realization. You’re starting to connect the dots. Niragi hates it.

“I’m not your fucking nephew,” he spits in the man’s direction. He can feel his blood starting to boil, claws tingling to dig into the man’s throat. “And you...you should be rotting in some prison cell, not here.”

The man laughs, a low and raspy sound that makes a shiver run down Niragi’s spine. He used to hate that sound. He finds out he still does.

“I’ve been out for years, son,” he says with a strained smile. Niragi knows he’s faking this sudden streak of confidence, but it makes him extremely uncomfortable. He knows that the man is trying to manipulate him. “And now that you’re touching the subject, it’s okay, I forgive you for your betrayal.” Niragi’s eyes go wide at that, “You didn’t know any better–”

“You forgive me?” he can’t believe his ears. But he knows something for certain; the man that calls himself his uncle is dead. “You forgive me…”

“Well, of course, I–”

It’s an exhilarating sensation, having the blood of someone he hates on his hands, claws digging through flesh like butter. But he can’t focus on the physical sensations for long; he’s too mad to see or feel anything but rage and pain. He can hear you calling for him, trying to stop him, but he’s too far gone.

“You forgive me?!” he screams as he keeps punching the man, now on the ground. “You forgive me for what, you motherfucker?! Do you forgive me for telling everyone what you did to me?! Do you forgive me for letting you touch me?! For letting you beat the shit out of me?! For leaving me with these fucking scars?!” He can hear you calling his name, begging him to stop, but all he can focus on is the man underneath him, bleeding and begging him to stop.

He doesn’t give a fuck; he used to beg too. To him, to his mom, even to God. He was never heard. No one came to save him.

So why should he stop?

“Niragi, Niragi, please stop!” he can feel your arms around his neck, trying to pull him back, your mouth close to his ear. His wolf would stop in any other circumstances, but not in this one. “Please, please, you don't want to do this, you’re going to kill him!”

“Get off!” he tries to shake you off his back, never stopping his assault. He can’t stop; if he stops he wins. He can’t let that happen. You keep your arms around his neck, telling him to stop, how this isn’t the way, how they can solve this together. He doesn’t want to hear it. “Shut up!” he marks his words with another punch to the old man’s face, “You don’t know shit!”. He doesn’t notice when you get off him.

But then you cry out in pain.

That makes him freeze, fist in mid-air. He glances at you, cradling your cheek as you lay on the ground by his feet, so close to the man he hates. The scent of your blood hits him like a truck.

No. No, no, no.

He gets on his knees in a second, totally ignoring the half-dead man behind you. You’re all he can think about, now. “Y/N I– I– I’m sorry– I– Let me see…”. You move your hand, showing the claws that mark your cheek. His claws. He did this. He hurt you; how could he hurt you? “I– I– I didn’t mean to, I–”

“I–It’s okay,” you say with a small smile in his direction. But he notices your shaking body, sees the tears running down your face, mixing with your blood on the wound he opened. More than that; he can feel how you’re feeling. He never felt like he wanted to die more than now. He can’t breathe. “Niragi? Niragi, look at me.”

He can’t see. He can’t think. He can’t speak. He can’t hear.

His whole body is shaking, violent tremors going through him as he tries to make it stop. He can’t see you, he can’t see anything but pure black. But he can smell the blood, sweat, and cigarettes, and he’s back to the house where it all happened. Back to the beatings and the abuse and everything else he didn’t remember it happened until now; but in place of his fourteen-year-old self, there’s you. He tries to scream; for help, for you, but he can’t hear his voice. It’s only himself and the dark.

Then it’s like everything explodes.

You stayed in that room for almost ten hours.

Just you, a giant wolf, and a mauled body.

Ten hours.

You’re still in shock as you lay next to Niragi’s unconscious body. He has been like this for almost two days, and part of you fears he won’t wake up. You press your palm against his chest, wanting to feel his heartbeat. His body is covered in fresh wounds, skin so pale he almost looks dead. You can’t feel him in your mind anymore, but you know he has constant nightmares; so do you. What are you going to do if he doesn’t wake up?

What are you going to do if he does?

It had been terrifying. The screams, the blood, the emotions. Emotions you have never felt before; emotions you don’t want to experience ever again. That overpowering fear and anger and sadness almost made you want to tear your heart out. You know he is broken, but you never imagined it to be on such a scale.

And when he turned and you stopped feeling him... that was the most terrifying thing of all. Because that beast wasn’t Niragi; it was just an animal. A wrathful, terrified, damaged giant wolf. The human was locked inside, and you couldn’t reach him anymore.

The first time you truly feared Niragi was when he looked at you with those amber eyes; eyes that were not his own.

You thought that that was it, the animal in him was about to kill you. But he acted like you weren’t there as he finished killing his abuser, tearing his body apart like a ravishing beast. You couldn’t stop yourself from watching the gruesome scene; you had to look. It was like you owned him that.

So you stared, sitting on the floor, tears streaming down your face as you cradled your bleeding cheek. Not even when the blood from the body reached your knees did you look away; not even when the wolf ripped apart the man’s head did you look away; not even when the wolf turned to you, muzzle dripping blood, did you look away.

You couldn’t.

After that, you just stayed there on the floor, covered in blood and so terrified you couldn’t move. The wolf had approached you, sniffed you, and licked your wound before laying down in front of you, unmoving. His eyes never left yours.

Until someone had tried to enter the room, time when he had growled, jumping towards the door to undoubtedly kill whoever dared to cross the threshold.

No one died, but after that, you could hear a commotion outside as people tried to decide on what to do next. You had heard Ann call your name, but you couldn't force any words out. Discussions on whether to kill him had made you scream at them to go away. And then it was silent.

When you tried to get up an hour or so later, legs cramping and giving up on you, the wolf hadn't moved; not until you tried to get to the door. He had grabbed you by your clothes then, pulling you to a corner like you were nothing but a rag doll, before laying in front of you, blocking your way out.

Hours passed until you heard a knock on the door. By that time you were starving, throat dry as the desert and skin itching from the dry blood. The wolf immediately started growling, raised hackles as he stared at the door; he knew who it was as well as you did.

A knock on the door startles you, interrupting your thoughts. You check on Niragi before standing up to open the door, limping from the now infected wound on your ankle; you don’t heal as fast as Alphas do, after all. Just like before in that room of nightmares, you know who it is even before you open the door. His scent is even stronger than usual, and you know why.

“What are you doing here?” you ask with a sigh as Chishiya stands in front of you. You look him up and down. His injuries from his fight with Niragi are almost healed by now, pink skin replacing what was open wounds not even two days ago. His expression is the same as always, but you see him glance over your shoulder at Niragi, a look in his eyes that you can’t quite place.

“He’s still unconscious, uh?” he asks, ignoring your question, “Do you think he will wake up?”

“What are you doing here, Chishiya?” you ask again in a raised tone. His eyes flash, but his expression doesn’t change.

“Just checking up on you,” he says with a shrug, “How is your cheek?”

“Do you think that I’m some kind of an idiot?” you snap. “Do you think that I don’t know exactly why you’re here?” you can feel your anger rising, tears pricking at the corners of your eyes. “You selfish son of a bitch! Just say you’re here because you can smell that my heat is approaching!” you practically scream in his face. You don’t care who might be listening, you’re exhausted. “Don’t just use some fucking excuse like you care about me.” You move to close the door, but his hand snaps to grip your wrist.

“He’s dangerous,” he says, pulling you to him when you try to get him to release you. “He’s reckless, he’s uncontrollable. Just look at what he did to you.” you notice immediately when his eyes change colors, and you have to control yourself not to let his scent fog your mind.

“Let go of me,” you say in a faint tone.

“I would never do that to you,” he says.

And then he’s kissing you.

The sound of your slap echoes through the hallway, and your palm stings like it’s on fire.

“Do you have any idea of the state he was in, down there?” you don’t control your tears now, too mad and tired to care. “The pain and suffering he went through? His trauma almost made me insane!” Chishiya just stares, lips in a tight line as he cradles his red cheek. “I don’t blame him for what happened. I know how he felt when he hurt me. He didn’t mean any of it.” you take a deep breath, cleaning the tears from your face. “If you show up here again and try to take me against my will, I’ll kill you.”

“You know you’re just trying to prevent the inevitable, right?” he says, tone cold as ice. He’s smirking; it makes you want to slap him again. “I don’t like to lose, Y/N.”

“Fuck you.”

He doesn’t try to stop you from closing the door, this time.

You immediately go back to bed, nuzzling against Niragi’s unconscious body as you cry. You don’t know what to do, how to feel, what to think. Your head hurts, your body hurts, your soul hurts. You just want him to wake up.

“Please wake up,” you whisper in his ear as you sob, hoping for a miracle, something. “Please wake up. I– I don’t know if I’ll be able to resist him when he comes back for me. Please...I– I need you to wake up.”

Your body is like a ticking time bomb, and you can practically hear the clock as your heat approaches. It’s only a matter of hours.

If Niragi doesn’t regain his consciousness by the next morning, Chishiya will take you; and there’s nothing you can do about it.

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#alice in borderland #ima wa no kuni no alice #alice in borderland fanfic #Niragi Suguru #niragi imagines #niragi x reader #alice in borderland imagines #aib fanfic #aib niragi #also on ao3 #also on wattpad

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sonderwalker · 3 years

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Whumpay day 7- rage in which Maul decides to use someone else as bait

Obi-Wan groaned as he hit the ground harshly, his whole body aching with the bruises that he knew were forming across his body. But he didn’t have a choice, so despite the aching pain in his ribs, the way his head pounded, and the strand of hair that fell in front of his face, he ignited his blade, the blue glow illuminating the dark.

“You have no idea,” Maul’s voice echoed as he approached, the sound of metal hitting metal alerting Obi-Wan to his location.

“How much I stewed in my hatred. My hatred for you, Kenobi,” Maul continued, his voice full of malice as his face was then illuminated by a red glow from his blade.

“I like your new legs,” Obi-Wan remarked as Maul stepped closer and he could see his whole body.

“They make you look taller.”

Maul leapt forward with a snarl, and Obi-Wan brought his blade up into a defensive position bending his knees slightly to add to the stability of his position and lower his center of gravity.

But despite years of training, Maul was strong- stronger than Obi-Wan remembered, and he was full of rage, the dark side rolling off of him in waves. Making him feel cold despite how much his body was straining against Maul’s weight.

“When you stood by and watched as I gutted your master, Qui-Gon Jinn,” Maul whispered as he pressed even harder, causing Obi-Wan’s blade to be forced down.

“How did that make you feel, Obi-Wan?” He whispered.

And Obi-Wan’s eyes widened, rage coursing through his body as he pushed back and swung wildly, aggressively, pushing Maul back further and further. Unsure if the red he was seeing was from Maul’s blade or his own rage.

“Not even you are immune to the pull of the dark,” Maul noted with a laugh as he pushed back against Obi-Wan again, swinging his blade so that Obi-Wan had to step back to regroup.

“I should have aimed for your neck.” Obi-Wan hissed and Maul laughed.

“And I should have ran over Skywalker when I got the chance but instead,” Maul paused, advancing towards Obi-Wan, their blades locking together once again, blue against red.

“I am going to kill your padawan the same way I killed your master.” Maul whispered, his voice taunting as he grinned at Obi-Wan’s rage.

“And there will be nothing that you can do about it.”

“Where.” Obi-Wan began, pushing back against Maul with renewed strength, pressing him backwards against a wall, the years of training that he spent perfecting his moves coming into use now more than ever.

“Is Anakin?” He asked as he backed Maul up against a wall, their blades locked together once again.

The rage that coursed through his body was unlike anything else he had ever felt. He felt lighter, stronger, and he even grinned when he saw what he thought was fear in Maul’s eyes.

He might have even laughed a little. But no one would know.

Because he was going to kill Maul before he ever got the change to kill Anakin.

“Oh?” Maul began, tilting his head to the side, a frown on his face.

“You think you can still save him,” Maul noted with a laugh and then kicked Obi-Wan’s feet out from underneath him.

“He’s already mine, and I must say, that I do not make the best host,” Maul continued with a grin as he walked towards Obi-Wan again, his saber hanging at his side.

And then Obi-Wan reached his hand out, curling his fingers together as if he were gripping something in the air.

He watched with blank eyes as Maul was lifted off of the ground, tattooed arms and hands coming up to his throat to grasp at the phantom hands that were choking him to death.

His lightsaber clattered down to the ground, the only source of light in the room going out as in the dark, the sounds of one man gasping for air filled the room.

“You will tell me where Anakin is,” Obi-Wan commanded in the dark.

“And this time, I will make sure that you are dead.” He added on, his voice hardly any louder than a whisper, but there was no need as the sounds of Maul gasping for air had grown softer and softer in the dark.

There was a thump as a body hit the ground, followed by footsteps as one of them left the room, quickly heading towards their next destination, hoping that they made it in time.

#yes this will be continued for day 8 #whumpay2021 #obi-wan is #angry #darth maul #Obi-Wan Kenobi #sith obi-wan... maybe #he's not doing to well here #angst #my writing #drabble #ficlet

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crackinwise · 3 years

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This is a silly idea that wouldn't leave my head about Mondo being hesitant and Taka knowing exactly what he's about. Also I apologize to Leon.

The mixing of classes 77 & 78 in the rec room on a weekend should have been a chaotic party, but there was a certain Moral Compass in attendance who'd already vetoed many of the more rowdy ideas put forth.

The current spectacle was Nekomaru arm-wrestling Sakura. The intense screaming from the two made it sound more exciting than it was: they'd been locked in the same position for like five minutes now. At least Hina was happy cheering on Sakura's straining bicep.

Bored with it, Leon moved his eyes away from the stalemate to narrow them instead at Kiyotaka, who was being felt-up as he watched the match. Okay, not felt-up. That'd actually be fun. No, Mondo just had his hand on the hall monitor's upper back, thumb moving in slow circles.

Watching the couple in public was also a disappointment, in Leon's opinion. They'd been officially together a few months and their rules for "PDA" seemed arbitrary to anyone observing. They could look at each other in ways that'd make the most romantic person gag, but wouldn't even hold hands. It appeared Mondo was only allowed to touch Taka from the shoulder-blades up. Or that's all he had the guts to do, maybe.

Boring.

'Well,' Leon thought, 'I can at least work with this.' Messing with Mondo just enough to be entertained, but not enough to be killed, was a tightrope act. Say something the biker deemed a personal attack and he's a goner, but phrasing it as a challenge or dare could usually get Mondo to go along with anything. 'I just need the one carrying the braincell to leave.'

"Hey, Ishimaru!" Leon whispered to Kiyotaka. "I think I saw Souda spiking girls' drinks."

"WHAT!" Kiyotaka immediately left to find and possibly stomp the mechanic to death. Hopefully Ultimate Nurse Mikan was around.

"Ba--Taka?" Mondo called, confused at the sudden departure.

Leon swooped in and took his arm to pull him away from the main crowd a bit. "Mondo, buddy, want to have some fun?"

His buddy suspiciously glared down at him and answered, "Depends. What's yer idea of fun?"

Leon smiled, knowing the other's curiosity was a great sign for this plan working. "I noticed your wandering hands don't wander very far," he quickly waved his arms and continued when Mondo started puffing up to yell at him, "SO I wanna help you get them to second base tonight!"

Mondo deflated and stared.

"Y-Y'know, it's a baseball metaphor because I'm-"

"I KNOW WHAT THE FUCK SECOND BASE MEANS!" Several students turned to them, unimpressed, prompting Mondo to lower his voice again. "The hell are ya gettin at?"

"Well, either you got shy hands or Taka has you whipped. Which is it?"

"Is yer idea of fun gettin ripped in half, dude?"

"Er, let me start over," Leon back-pedaled quickly. He could do this. "What's stopping you from touching Taka more than a nervous twelve-year-old on the first date?" Shit. "Shit, wait, don't hit me! I'm just curious why you've been together so long and I've never seen your hands reach the promised land!"

The other boy paused with right arm still raised in mid-punch. "Wha?"

"By 'promised land' I mean his butt." Leon took a step backwards in case he had to dodge.

Something about that made Mondo briefly look more insecure, "One: I ain't lookin to get dumped. I still dunno how handsy he'll let me get."

Then his attack-dog mode returned and he brought his raised arm to his chest to crack his knuckles. "And two: if you've been lookin at Taka's ass, I'mma tie ya up in front of the fuckin ball machine an' leave ya there."

"What? No! Gross!" Leon had been, but it was like admiring a work of art, and also not the point. "I just want my pals happy! Trust me, every time you touch his back, go lower than before. You can watch his signals or whatever, but if you go slow it'll be fine!"

Leon was proud he sounded so supportive. It was a complete lie, of course. Leon was 99.9% sure the second Mondo passed the belt line, Kiyotaka would loudly explode at his boyfriend, making the guy explode right back, and ensuring Leon finally had his entertainment for tonight.

Leon just had to make sure he won his little Mondo game first, "You should at least try before he finds someone else man enough to grab dat a-"

"YA LITTLE SHIT!"

Whoops, Leon found himself suspended off the ground by his shirt. That's going to stretch. He shouldn't have gone the toxic masculinity route. But Mondo exhaled through his nose and set him back down when he saw Kiyotaka marching back over to them. 'Whipped.'

"Souda swore his innocence, but I've made all the ladies get new drinks to be safe! And Hiro is oddly asking everyone if they need ice but it's not for the drinks...?" Kiyotaka's expression changed from bemused to wary. "Uh, was there a problem here, Mondo?"

"Nah, y'know how Leon is," Mondo's voice was disgustingly soft all of a sudden. "C'mon, I think I see Chi playing a game."

As they walked away, Leon caught Mondo rest his hand on Taka's neck then slide down to mid-back without issue. Smirking, Leon adjusted his now loose shirt collar and followed at a distance.

An hour. A whole damn hour passed watching Mondo slowly achieve touching Kiyotaka's hip! Leon wanted to scream. He didn't mean go that slow! And Taka acted like he didn't notice or care either. Leon wished Souda really was spiking drinks so he could down three.

Sayaka appeared at Leon's side, startling the redhead. "You're disappointed in him," she stated.

"Of course I'm disappointed! Dude's a gang leader and he acts like the Ultimate Gentleman!" Wait. "Wait, what do you mean? How do you...?"

"Psychi~c," she sing-songed innocently before she pointed to the couple Leon had been stalking. When Leon looked over, Kiyotaka's hand reached back to purposefully guide Mondo's hand from his hip down the short distance to the swell of his behind, and kept it there.

What? The fuck? Happened? He'd been expecting jumping, yelling, possibly some face-slapping to get on video, but definitely wasn't expecting Taka to push Mondo to the goal line. Mondo himself looked dumbstruck.

'Sonuvabitch,' Leon thought. Good for them and all but what was he supposed to do, not tease them? He sauntered up behind the two and stage-whispered, "Oi! Ass-grabbing is not welcome in a school environment!"

They yelped and jumped apart, then just as quickly whirled on him. Mondo's red face especially said Leon was in danger, but it was Kiyotaka who spoke.

"We're outside of school hours, in the rec room among friends! If public displays of affection made you uncomfortable, you could have asked instead of disturbing your peers with vulgar mockery." His arms were crossed and his eyes appeared almost aflame. He was not happy being interrupted.

"Ha," Leon pointed at the proud model student, "It was just funny catching the school mascot initiate groping. You been wanting that a while?"

There was a low growl coming from the direction of Mondo now.

Sayaka grabbed Leon's shoulder and murmured a warning, "Kuwata, you should probably let it go."

He ignored her.

Kiyotaka's eyebrows furrowed as if ready to pounce and maul Leon's face. "It was not groping. Why is it surprising I'd want my partner to touch me?"

"Babe," Mondo had stopped growling at Leon to put all his attention on his boyfriend, "it was really ok? Ya knew what I was tryin t'do all night?"

"Of course," Taka said warmly. "You were only holding me, and I'm yours, so obviously you can-"

"M-MINE?!" Mondo honest-to-god squeaked.

Leon reacted just as loudly, "Did I just hear Taka imply his ass belongs to Mondo? Kiyotaka?? Ishimaru?!"

Whoops, he was being lifted again. Only this time Mondo brought him all the way to the door and literally threw him out.

"Owww. So much for my fun."

Sayaka sighed as she walked out to Leon and handed him something. "You can thank Hiro for the ice."

#please yell at me for this ooc i rewrote it so many times #i think if sayaka and hiro teamed up the world would explode #ishimondo #kiyotaka ishimaru #mondo oowada #danganronpa #idk why i hc leon with no filter

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subbing-for-clones · 3 years

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The New Apprentice Part 13

Maul x Apprentice Reader

Word Count: 2.8k

WARNINGS: Pretty sure I got the layout wrong for the Sundari palace but I don’t care. Canon typical violence. Divergence from Canon (obviously by now) mentions to smut

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Just over a month is all it had taken to gain the complete loyalty of the Mandalorian people. If you were being honest with yourself, you were almost surprised. Not in the fact that Maul had been able to accomplish this but at how quickly he had achieved it. The Death Watch members that had remained as your guard had always wanted the head of Satine but now half of the citizens called for it as well while the other half wanted her in prison for life. A month was all it took to remind the people of their rich history and culture that they had all but forgotten Satine had stolen from them. Farm lands were seeded, armor was being forged again, their religion and martial arts were being taught in the schools once again and everyone felt safer than they had in years. They hadn’t realized what they were missing until they had it again. Once they were on track to total planetary independence once again, they wanted nothing more than for the woman who stole it from them to pay.

Maul smiled to himself; his people wanted revenge. How could he not oblige even if it didn’t simultaneously serve to accomplish his ulterior motive? It was time. He had sent Kiara down to the prison with a long-distance communicator so she could falsely convince Satine that she was there to aid her. Before she could get her whole message to her old lover, Kiara destroyed the device. All Obi Wan knew was that the only woman he had ever loved was in danger. Although he thought the perpetrators were members of the Death Watch. He remained ignorant of what he was really going to be walking into.

With Savage out praising Kiara for a job well done, you and your lover were sparring in the court yard just the two of you. Sparring with your lover and Master had become your favorite activity to do together. Well, second favorite you thought as you felt one of the many lovely bruises on the inside of your thigh throb. If you had to describe Maul in a single word it would be passionate. He drew from the well of his hearts more than he probably knew himself. Whether he was making love to you, commanding a room or sparring; every action, every word was embodied by his very soul.

It wasn’t even about training anymore so much as it was a dance with him. The red of your sabers sparked as they clashed and hissed with his joking mock growls as they slashed through the air. The twinkle in his eye that matched yours was permanent during these moments as your bodies glided around one another. The bond you had nurtured during your time together made anticipating one another’s moves effortless. It made victory or defeat almost impossible. Without intervention the two of you would be locked in this dance for all eternity much like an asteroid floating through space. Yes, that’s what it felt like in this moment; drifting through the universe with him.

Days had passed since Savage had trained with his brother. Time between his teachings had grown as the responsibilities piled on both of their shoulders. Savage actually appreciated this, it allowed his relationship with his brother to be just that, a brotherly relationship. Not that of Master and apprentice but not quite equals either. That would come in time. Maul hadn’t grown up like Savage did so the idea was still a foreign one and as far as exploring bonds and relationships went, most of that energy was directed towards you.

It turns out, ruling an entire planet was taxing and time consuming to say the least when done properly. Big surprise. As an attempt to lift some of the weight off of his shoulders Maul had appointed his brother to take the brunt of running the crime syndicates in his name. Savage flourished in his leadership role. He was so intimidating at first glance that no one in the underworld dared question or go against him. Maul only had to be present for the occasional formality and big picture decisions.

The intervention necessary to end your deadly dance came in the form of an intrusive anticipation of Obi Wan’s arrival. When you stumbled your footing, Maul caught you in one of his strong arms and sheathed his saber with his free hand, breaking the trance the two of you had been in for gods know how long.

“My love, are you alright? I haven’t seen you fumble during that particular form since Dathomir,” he ran his free hand across your cheek and if you had a weaker resolve, you would have sobbed at the way he looked at you in this moment. Genuine adoration and worry gleamed in his golden eyes. He looked into you as if you had hung the stars themselves and commanded every ocean in the galaxy. You steadied yourself and cupped his cheek, mirroring his own actions and pressed a gentle kiss to his lips.

“Yes, Maul I’m alright. I’m just a little distracted I guess. When do you think the Jedi will fall into your trap?” Maul smiled at your lack of patience.

“I’m not sure, the message was only sent out to him during the early hours of this morning. Soon I would imagine. A few days at most, a few hours at the earliest.” You looked off to the side and sneered, “should I ever be captured you wouldn’t wait days to come and find me.”

He actually laughed out loud at this as he pulled you into a tight embrace and you seared the memory of his laughter as deeply into your mind as you could.

“My love I would never had let you out of my sight long enough for us to be parted in the first place,” he cooed into your ear as he pressed kisses into your hair.

The funny thing about irony is the fact that you can truly only understand the weight of it in hindsight. If he could go back to any minute between your sparing session and that he had a multitude of possible courses of actions that would have altered the current horror he was facing. He should have put you on a ship and sent you away, temporarily or permanently it didn’t matter as long as you were far away from Mandalore that night. You had even mentioned wanting to take a trip with him to a world covered in sand beaches. He should have left with you right then and there when you suggested it. Even if nothing could have been done to alter the course of what had occurred, he wished he had held you a little tighter, kissed you a little longer, told you he loved you one more time before night fell.

He hadn’t sensed his old master’s presence until it was almost too late. His eyes widened and he ordered you to hide your force signature like he had taught you and to run. Run as fast and as far away as you could. You had never been one to argue with him during emergency situations, you had trusted him to make the right calls when it mattered most. Perhaps he should’ve kept you by his side in that moment. He didn’t know. He wished you had never come back.

You had felt Maul’s immediate panic the moment you sensed another strong presence, when he told you to run you didn’t hesitate to follow his order. Leaving your lover and his brother, your best friend alone in the throne room to face an unknown foe broke you in a way you had never broken before. You slipped behind the throne and plunged yourself into the hole beneath it that led to an escape tunnel and ran as silently as you could through the hidden passage way that fanned out through the palace.

You exited the tunnels from behind a tapestry that hung from the stone wall near one of the many side entrances. A ship you didn’t recognize was landing, rather poorly, not far from your location. You did however recognize the Jedi that came running out of it. When his eyes locked with yours you felt his rage radiate from him but his voice remained calm when he spoke.

“So, Maul is behind the coup. Where is Satine and where is your Master?” he held the hilt of his saber in his hands but didn’t ignite it just yet, thumb hovering over the activation button.

“Otherwise occupied at the moment. Your timing is impeccable I must admit,” your hands hovered over your own dual hilts strapped to each leg. Both of you waiting for the other to make an aggressive move, you circled around one another. You couldn’t let Kenobi pass you, not now. Not while your master was dealing with this new threat. You had only heard Maul speak of his former master on two occasions. Both of which had a spark of the emotion you felt through him when he told you to run. If he really was battling the powerful Sith Lord he couldn’t risk Kenobi coming and adding an opponent to the list. The answer to the true question that glinted in your mind would decide the outcome of the night. Did the Jedi fear your Master or his more?

Both you and the Jedi snapped out of your unblinking stare when a flaring pain ripped through the force. He turned to you, “what in the name of the force was that?”

You gulped in worry of your lover’s condition. You couldn’t run you had to help him. His last order was one you could not follow, “his master is here.”

“Dooku is here?” You actually gave yourself a mere second to scoff at his ignorance, “Dooku was not his master. Dooku is the apprentice he took when you debilitated Maul.”

Obi Wan stood there in shock. The council had started to suspect that Dooku was in fact not the Master but the apprentice. If the true Master was here, the man who orchestrated the clone war, and Maul was fighting him in this moment; perhaps they could end everything right now. End the war, stop the never-ending meat grinder and save the lives of the clones he cared for; his commander. As if the both of you thought the same thing at once, you took off running back to the throne room together in a temporary alliance but when you arrived it was empty.

One of the massive windows was shattered and you could hear Maul’s cry pierce through the night. You hesitated, knowing your lover didn’t want you in this fight. To his credit, the Jedi did not hesitate along side you. He leapt through the opening and you watched through wide eyes as he landed between a cloaked figure and Savage, blocking a blow that would have undoubtedly killed the golden Zabrak. As Kenobi engaged with the mysterious figure you searched the courtyard for your lover, the same place the two of you were sparring in this morning. You found him laying crumpled, aftershocks from being electrocuted still caused tremors. You leapt down beside him, worry causing your mental wards to slip. You reached for your beloved Master while Savage and Kenobi battled Sidious. Maul’s eyes widened when they focused on your concerned face.

“You can’t be here. I told you to leave, you have to leave now. You have to be gone already,” he pulled himself to his feet with a groan and pushed you behind him in the same way he had shielded you from Savage in the past, “Go. Now.”

The cloaked figure force pushed his two attackers into the stone wall, knocking them unconscious from the impact. A light trail of blood followed their wake as they slowly slid to the ground in slouched positionings. The hooded old man turned his attention to Maul, no, to you.

“So this is what you have truly been hiding from me my former apprentice. Not this planet, not the little clubs you have taken over in the underworld; this creature.

“You will not harm her,” Maul ignited his saber once again and kept his body covering you. You crouched behind him, both weapons held in a reverse grip one behind you, at the ready to slash forward and the other shielding your Master’s abdomen. Not unlike the wolf that protects her mate’s throat during a stand-off.

Sidious cackled coldly, “I have no intention to do so,” he pointed his eyes back to you while you narrowed yours at him, “you have great power girl and it is being wasted by your current tutor. He is not a Sith. He is a poor excuse of an assassin who should’ve died long ago. Despite his survival he failed. Do you really think you can learn anything from a man who had to have a witch put him back together piece by fleshy piece?”

You did not answer. You allowed him to continue his monolog, stalling for time so you could meld with your Master, minds dancing with one another in a sort of battle meditation. If you were to succeed you had to work as one, both extensions of one another. You weren’t ignorant or arrogant enough to deny the utter weight of the power before you. This wasn’t a battle for you to win, this was a battle for you to survive.

Sidious realized what the two of you were doing and lunged, saber going straight to Maul’s chest. You flicked the wrist of the arm that guarded him and parried his strike allowing Maul to take a step forward to block his Master’s second blade. You spun around him with the weapon you had ready behind your back but were blocked before you could make contact with his throat. Thus began another dance. If you had allowed your mind to wander you would’ve wondered if the sight could have been considered beautiful. A total of five crimson lightsabers swung and clashed in violent sparks leading trails of light in their wake. Ground was given as equally as it was gained, despite the perfect mind meld you were performing with your master and the decades of training between the two of you it seemed like all you could accomplish was to keep up with Sidious.

Just as the Jedi and the other Night Brother were starting to stir Maul’s concentration was interrupted by concern for his brother the effect was immediate and brutal. You weren’t in position to be able to block Sidious’ swing that took Maul’s good leg at the knee nor the lightning that sprang from his finger-tips. You howled in rage, watching your Master crumple to a smoking pile, barely clinging to life. He wouldn’t survive another hit like that. Sidious turned to sneer at you as if he could read your thoughts. You sheathed your blades and flipped over the top of him just as lightning left his fingers again. You dropped your hilts and stretched both arms in front of you absorbing the energy directed to kill the man you loved. A new kind of rage boiled in your soul, clenching your teeth and flexing your legs to keep you grounded you did not halt or block his blast but rather, absorbed it. Allowing it to fuel you. Your hair billowed around you like you stood in the center of a hurricane; your eyes blown with the power that coursed through your veins. You barley noticed how Savage ran to his brother’s aid while Obi Wan sat frozen equally in awe and in horror.

“That’s it my newest young apprentice, let the hate, the fear and the rage fill you up. Harness it, use it.”

“I will never be yours old man,” you growled with the effort to stay awake, “you will never win this.”

“Why my dear, I’ve already won.”

Your power had depleted as soon as he spoke, allowing the shocks to reach you with no defense. You could accomplish a great many things with the force but your well wasn’t nearly as deep as Sidious’. Your vision darkened in the corners and slowly seeped until all you could see was the black and feel yourself falling into bony arms. It was seeing you fall that finally snapped Kenobi out of his trance and Maul awoke just in time to see his master absconding with his apprentice, his love, the woman he was to ask to marry him. His defeated cry rang through the air as did his anguish through the force. He tried to give chase behind the Jedi but you and your captor was long gone.

This was not a battle to win, this was the battle you had to survive and thanks to your sacrifice, for now you, your master, his brother and the Jedi did just that. Survived an encounter with power and death themselves.

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A/N: this is my first time writing lucifer!!! please give this some love and comments if i have done this character justice! i dont know how this will go but lets start this crazy roller coaster! Sorry for the word vomit, and sorry if the beginning statements don't match with where it's supposed to be...

Title: red riding hood a supernatural twisted fairytale

Pairing: Lucifer x reader

H&H: the colt

Kink: animal play

Tags: wolf form mating, being forced to battle with the love of your life without realizing its them, mating with said love in wolf form without realizing it is them, first transformation into werewolves, brothers learning your a werewolf in a family of hunters, i dont think there is anything else...

Rating: 18+ just to be safe

Summery: none to tell

Created for @heavenandhellbingo @spnkinkbingo @sweetness47

you marched right into the room, throwing the body of your dear father on the ground...

Yn: it is done... Now you have to release me...

Chuck: ya that's not gonna happen sweets, now give me the gun. Also you see your not the only wolf I've trained, you just happen to also be the victim as well as the killer...

You watched as a huge black wolf with eyes that seemed all too familiar to you starring at you, the wolf snarled and when it reverted back to human, you saw...

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Whoa whoa I'm getting ahead of myself here.. Perhaps I should explain a bit more first... Let's start at the beginning..

You lived in a small village deep in the mounted jungle of upper Europe, the name is not important. what is important is that you are one of 3 children in a family of hunters!

yes you heard that correctly, you and your older brothers were all being trained to kill anything evil for your entire lives. but one day a death happens in the village the leaders of the village gather the people to enforce some new rules!

chuck: as you all may or may not have heard by now one of our own was killed, mauled to death by a viscous animal. this is not a good thing, so as of tonight we are imposing a curfew the village gates will close at dusk every night and not reopen till dawn. anyone caught out of the gates at dusk when the gates are shut shall be left out of the village till dawn. further more anyone caught suspiciously behaving shall be locked in the cells till further information's can be obtained. now anyone with information on this attack let him speak now and share their knowing.

lucifer comes up beside you, your love your life, you and he had a nice thing going. you both had been betrothed to different people since you were six. But you both had basically grown up together and been best friends for eons.

but you both had been sneaking off to make out in the barn for many many nights, however you both were in agreement married or not that tonight would be the night you both would give yourselves over to each other completely. but you both had yet to say the L word.

lucifer (whispers in your ear): if its a beast lets just kill it and get it over with. you and i have better things to do in the barn.

yn (whispers back): indeed I think this is just a ruse to keep the village more secluded than we already are. both you and I are indeed ready for the next step. I don't care if we are married first or not, i want this with you...

lucifer (whispers to you): then we should meet like normal, we both have our families, we both have things we hold dear. you just happen to be my most dear thing to me. both you and i have our whole lives together. but tonight we become one in more than just our mental and emotional states but we will also now take control of our destinies.

yn (whispers back): not to worry i will meet you in the barn at the normal time, technically we wouldn't be breaking curfew of any kind but we would be missing the start of the celebrations for Lupercalia.

Lucifer smiles as his face burrows in the crook of your neck, as the leader chuck spoke once more.

Chuck: furthermore, those wishing to sign up for the hunting party can see the head of the Winchester house for more details. Thank you and enjoy the beginning of lupercalia! Let the celebrations begin!

Lucifer(whispers): save me a dance I have something to check on first...

He leaves your form, leaving you hot and bothered. Your brother's however were loud and obnoxious.

Sam: hey sis, what with the face

Yn: what face... You talking about the face that you have on yours after you have drank all those beers. Geez where's Dean anyway... Please tell me he isn't planning some elaborate attempt to get into my best friends skirt.

Sam: lord knows he is trying, mom and dad are fighting again. That's why I'm drinking and Dean is well not here. So I saw you and lucifer... Lookin pretty cozy there sis but isn't whoever mom and dad picked out gonna be jealous.

You scoffed, and turned your nose at your brother.

Yn: I've already told mom I'm not gonna marry that pompous jerk, I told her about Lucifer, she told me to follow my heart to always trust my heart to ignore dad... Basically that what dad says doesn't matter if my heart is trying to lead me elsewhere.

Sam was just about to speak when a voice spoke your name with such fierceness that it scared you.

John: yn....

You and Sam turn toward the voice seeing your dad marching toward you.

Yn: father

Sam: father

John: yn how dare you. How dare you break off an engagement that has been in place since you and that boy were born. All for what the love of a wood carver. Your mother may be okay with this insubordination but I'm not. Now girl either you get your head on straight or I'll force you to marry and mate your brother.

Your father drunklike slurred his words, both you and Sam felt his words sting you both. Though you were disgusted at that ideal, you both accepted that his word would be so if he had his way.

Sam: father come on let's get you home. We need to get you sober for the hunting party sign ups.

John reluctantly agrees but his eyes glimmer gold with the light of the fire, or at least that's what you thought.

You went to see your mom before meeting Lucifer, you knew she was sitting at the bar having a pint.

Yn: mother I want you to know that I am meeting Lucifer tonight, we plan to well ya know....

Mary: my little girl isn't a baby anymore, I am just happy that your happy. Did your father find you?

Yn: ya he did in his drunken slur he found me and Sam talking and Sam just took him home to sober him up for the hunting party sign ups. How's your night going?

Mary: well your father and I were arguing, he isn't happy about you breaking your betrothal, and he threatened to match you to your brother Sam... By the way Dean announced to us that he wants to pursue your best friend Jo as a love interest.... He told us that he would talk to you about it later cause your blessing on this is very important to him. Now what has Lucifer said to you about yours and his future together.

Your mother, always loving, always caring, never judging, never cross, you were her most precious child. Her love for you even topped the love she kinda felt for your father.

Yn: he says no matter what happens tonight, he would marry me tomorrow if it was allowed. But I think his plan is to... Mom, what are you...

You turn around to see a full moon rising, and then you both hear a loud growling angry howl in the distance.

Mary: you best be off then do what you must daughter, oh and think about going to see your grandmother tomorrow, she misses you so, and I do worry bout her what with this wolf running amuck. Promise me you will go see her, please... Just spend time there help her out. And whatever you do, keep an eye on her.

The way she said that was almost like she was warning you of something, some danger or such none sense coming your way.

But you turned your head again toward the dancefloor where your brother and your best friend were flirting.

You walked over but got swept off your feet in a backward hug from your boyfriend, new betrothed was more like it.

Dean: yn, Lucifer you both look mighty cozy ...

Yn: thank you brother, Jo is he bothering you cause I have no issue taking him to the barn and beating on him for you.

Jo kinda looks at Dean and smiles before turning back to you.

Jo: umm nah it's the start of lupercalia Its the start for new beginnings and happy times. The blood moon means rebirth and renewal. By the way Dean wasn't there something you wanted to talk to your sister about.

Dean ushers for you to dance with him... He was your big brother how could you say no... Of course you went to dance with your brother.

While dancing the following conversation took place between you and Dean

Dean: so you and lucifer... How's that going?

Yn: not too bad, we are just taking it one day at a time. We plan to loose ourselves fully to each other tonight.

Dean: wow, I'm happy for you sis, really I am. But I have to tell you something well rather ask you something. Your opinion is the only one that matters for what I would like to happen.

Yn: what's going on brother?

Dean: I would like your permission to pursue your best friend Jo as my love interest. I've been in love with her for well forever and I want your blessing to court/pursue your best friend.

Yn: of course brother, I would be honored to bless your union. Don't worry brother I always have your back, as I know you will have mine when I ask you for a favor...

Dean: of course sis what do you need.

Yn: I need a comfortable place for me and lucifer away from home tonight. Private and secluded where dad won't find us... And I promise I will make it worth your while.

Dean: I have a barn spot that I use for hiding from father sometimes. Now I will make sure there is comfort in there for you guys before you go there and I will cover for you at home. Just promise me you will be careful.

Yn: of course I will, I always am, I appreciate this bro, you are awesome! Just let us know when it's ready!

Dean: will do, I will give you back to your love now. But never forget how much me and Sam and mom love you... Dad on the other hand has only one goal that we 3 succeed him in the family hunting legacy.

Yn: family hunting legacy... Wait so we are what hunters, Dean I already know what dad's trade is but why does this concern me

Dean: cause he isn't a normal hunter, our family legacy is to be the greatest family of werewolf hunters known across the entire world.

Yn: wow so no pressure or anything

Dean: your taking this surprisingly well.

Yn: well of course I mean I kinda already suspected as much when every time mom mentions me visiting grandmother she has said how extremely worried about her with these wolves running amuck.

Dean: and are you going to see grandmother

Yn: I'll go see her tomorrow and be back hopefully in time for the evening feast.

Dean: well be careful and if you see a werewolf you need only scream, your voice is your weapon. It's your greatest power, use it only in times of trouble, it's also gonna alert me and Sam to your distress, our father won't know, mother will Sam and me will father won't. Just keep that in mind with everything you consider for your future.

Yn: Dean why would it matter if father...

Dean: he is insistent that you with marry Sam by the end of the year, he is insistent that you will not marry Lucifer, that you will not marry a wood carver, he is not gonna let this happen peacefully!

Yn: well then let him try, I will renounce the family name and the job it entails if I have to... I won't renounce you Sam or mom as my family, I will however deny that John is my father and he will cease to exist in my eyes.

That was overheard by your father who had sobered up as it were but you were not however aware that your family had another secret, one you soon would be exposed to.

You were not aware of this at all, you were not aware that your father was standing in ear shot of you and Dean. then you and Dean both heard a sharp howl ring through the air...

You both turned to see the wolf standing there he was snarling and growling, it lunged itself at you, Dean, Jo and lucifer.

You barely managed to get out of the way, it would not be till later you and lucifer both would realize you were bitten. It was then you fell toward Lucifer.

Lucifer: missed me love

Yn: thank you for catching me.but we should hide.

Lucifer and you ran with the crowd to the church it was holy ground the wolf would not be able to stand on it.

The wolf paces in front of the church and suddenly you and lucifer both heard the same voice in your heads.

Wolf: come to me tomorrow evening when it's dusk, come to the caverns used for mining in the old days, and you both will give a chance for me to see you both into your new found gifts, use them well. Plus if you snog tonight you will make things more intriguing going further. I'll be in touch.

Neither for you were gonna say anything for saying you hear strange things Is one thing, but saying your hearing the voice of a large werewolf in your heads would land you both in an asylum.

After the wolf left, you and lucifer went off to the barn, the celebrations continued. But that moment nothing matter but you and lucifer. Nothing else not the threats by your father, not the life you both lead, not the fact that this is was an act against the odds.

Lucifer: come on love, let's go...

Both of you move to leave but are stopped by a announcement, from chuck of all people who magically seemed to vanish during/if not before all the chaos with the wolf attack started.

Chuck: alright, people listen up... This attack has left us with 5 dead and 2 missing. One of those missing is the brother of lucifer, Gabriel! Don't worry our teams are gonna work hard to find those missing and we will ensure proper funeral rites for those dead. Let tonight serve as a warning of what we are truly dealing with. The celebrations will continue after the bodies of those dead are moved to a safer location.

You and lucifer were the first to leave the building. Heading to the barn, well where your brother's note said you would be safe and warm and comfortable and man was he not wrong.

Lucifer was against you tearing at your clothes as you were his, it was like this ravenous hunger was tearing you both apart. But it sure as hell felt amazing.

Soon Lucifer was on top of your form pressing you against the bed as he began to thrust his cock in and out of your throbbing wet pussy. The movements quickening as the 2 of you shared in the pleasures.

A few hours later a knock was at the door, you remembered your brother's note that he would bring you both clothes clean and food too.

You both covered up and you signaled for him to enter... Dean came in with clean stuff for both you and lucifer as well as food.

Dean: well congrats sis, you have mated, how do you feel.

Yn: honestly Dean I'm happy as can be. How's things at home.

Dean: still very very very tense. Father and his hunting party are setting out in a while to hunt down the beast while the tracks may still be there.

You were only sure of one thing that you had to tell your brother of your plan for that afternoon.

Yn: can you make sure the path to grandmother's is marked.... I just don't want to get lost. And plus it will make things easier if I am in danger Dean.

Dean: that's true. Wait your going to see grandmother?

Yn: yes this afternoon, mom asked me to. Why

Dean: I don't think that's a good idea.

Yn: and why not

Dean: cause the tracks were headed toward grandmother's. therefore there is a very good chance that grandmother might be in serious trouble and if that's the case, i don't think you going to see her is a good idea. okay things would be different if the tracks were not headed that way but hey are so i'm just telling you that ill mark a different way for you to go.. but if you see anything...

you turned fully to look at your brother.

YN: yes yes i know, use my voice and you will come save me. i know the rules dean... trust me dear brother to do the right thing. i appreciate you doing all this for us by the way. last night was incredible.

lucifer: yes it was and ill be honored to call you brother when this marriage happens.

dean: well i'll leave you both to it, and just so you both know, no one else is even aware of where you both are except for mom sam and myself. just be careful YN if you do decide to go to grandmother's the alternate path will be marked for you.

with that last word your brother graciously leaves. you turn back to look up at Lucifer.

Lucifer: when your brother showed up i was about to say good morning.

yn: well you could always say it now...

Lucifer cups your cheek and smiles as your eyes lock with his own.

Lucifer: good morning my love.

yn: good morning

Lucifer kisses you and another hour of passion goes by till you both realize that the day is slipping away and that you need to get going if you are to make it to your grandmother's before it's too late.

Lucifer walks out of the barn with you on his arm. this was a really tough thing for you both. having just spent the night curled up together in the hay, but you were now being escorted to the gate where you would leave down the path to your grandmothers.

Lucifer: i'll see you when you return.

yn: of course you will, i'll trust you to meet me right here... i'll let my brothers know when i return. trust me, i'll be fine.

you kissed him happily and upon pulling back smiled.

yn: not to worry love, both you and i soon as this wolf crisis is done and over with will be celebrating our engagement properly. i promise... now go work hard and see if you can figure out this entire wolf situation, offer some help with fortifying the fence...

Lucifer kisses you again before letting you go along the marked path. you held the basket of goodies for your grandmother, your mother had filled it up with things that she thought would benefit your grandmother.

you were not sure of what would happen and you kept hearing strange noises as you walked the marked alternate path... but you kept a steady pace.

you kept thinking about the wolf and what happened. you heard him speak to you mentally of course. but it was strange to say the least. definitely not normal. but you knew you had to go to him that night.

You arrived at grandmother's house and went inside. She greeted you as she usually would.

Deanna: Yn, my dear how you've grown here sit have some soup. And tell me what brings you by today.

You sat down and had some soup. You were into small bites of it when out of nowhere you felt this urging in your gut telling you to put it down and tell her all about what happened.

Yn: grandmother I mated last night. First of all, second of all there was an attack that left the village in a panic and the wolf that attacked the village well I could hear it talking in my mind. It wants me to meet it.

Deanna: ah well this is clearly connected to that mark on your arm. Or have you not noticed it.

You look down at your arm and see the bite.

Yn: omg omg what does this mean grandmother.

Deanna handed you a cloak a red one, it was soft and had a hood.

Yn: grandmother it's beautiful. But why are you giving it to me.

Deanna: cause I feel like you should have it after all, you seem to be targeted by this wolf. Maybe this cloak can protect you.

Yn: but my fiance what do I do there?

Deanna: well my dear what would you like to do?

Yn: I want to tell Lucifer the truth. About our family and what we do? I want to tell him what I am.

Deanna: then may the spirits be kind when you do. As for meeting this wolf I think you should for it may yield yet further answers for you child. Now enjoy your soup and sit with me while I knit this blanket for you to take home. But after you have meet with this wolf come back here so I can give you fresh clothes and such dear.

You nod and smile holding the blanket as your grandmother finished knitting it. Taking the red cloak you went to the meeting point.

It wasn't far from the cottage and you figured it would be alright. But the closer you got the stranger you began to feel.

You must have blacked out cause your body felt like it was going into cardiac arrest, you convulsed over in the entrance of the cave. You carried with you the cloak, you were unsure of what at the time was happening.

You put the cloak down, and sat down, not aware of your new form, not aware of how much you had changed. you were about to lay down when a deep snarl made you stand back up...

Yn: where am i?

Wolf: in my lair, don't worry you will learn what has happened to you soon enough. right now i need you to know that you and one other person from your village were selected to be my new recruits. by now they should be arriving as well. that's when you will mate with them and neither of you will remember a thing till its time. once that's done things will go back to normal and you will wake up at your grandmother's place. with your cloak. now stay right here while i usher in the other recruit. you and this other one wont be able to communicate just yet. but you wont care cause being alphas you both are gonna mate, and you will hopefully find yourself pregnant in a few weeks. by then you will know who gave you his seed, but you will also have a better understanding of what this all means

with that last snarled word the large wolf walked behind you toward where you entered from. you were so scared, though you were trying to make sense of his words.

but it wasn't long before you were basically for lack of a better word, mounted from behind. low snarls in your ear as you are pounded basically into the floor.

This overwhelming heat washed over you, your breathing became very ragged and your eyes swelled with tears. But yet still it continued.

you wanted to speak but knew no one would be able to understand you. after about half an hour the pounding stopped and you felt something or someone pick you up and carry you, your cloak around you.

They lay you in the soft snowy ground, then left, about an hour passed when you came too outside the cottage with nothing on but your cloak.

You wrapped in the cloak and walked inside the cottage. Your grandmother was standing there with a dress and some boots and a fresh clean hot blanket.

But instead of getting dressed right away you sat on the small bed and cried. Your grandmother comforting you the best she could.

Deanna: what happened to you my child?

Yn: grandmother do you believe that people can turn into wolves? Is it possible that when that wolf bit me...

Deanna: shh not another word my child. Just relax, your no good to travel till you have calmed down a bit and had some food.

You stayed a few more hours at your grandmother's before you knew you had to go.you gave her a big hug and turned to leave but stopped when she spoke again.

Deanna: yn, I shall tell you perhaps what you already know, but you shouldn't tell anyone else what happened to you. If they ask what took you so long to come back, say you and I were just talking and it got too late to come back. No one needs to know what happened here. And as for that boy you told me you mated with, well I am happy you are happy and I hope one day soon you will bring him to meet me.

Yn: of course grandmother and thank you again for everything.

Meanwhile, Lucifer was just coming out of the barn where he had just woken up a few hours before as well. In a similar predicament with some clothes from the previous day enough at least to go speak with your brother.

Dean: Lucifer, I trust you had a pleasant evening.

Lucifer: ya I would have if your sister had returned last night.

Dean sighed and shook his head.

Dean: she must have stayed the night at grandmother's. It must have been one hell of a conversation they had.

Lucifer: ya well it matters not what is important though is I need your help brother.

Dean looks at Lucifer who brings Dean toward the corner away from prying ears and eyes.

Lucifer: the night of the attack I was bitten, or scratched something like that, I didn't realize it till last night. I don't know if your sister was either. But I tell you this in confidence that you will not get us in trouble.

Dean starts pacing as he ponders what he has just heard.

Dean: it's all good brother, you have my sworn honor I will not tell anyone. But have you spoken to my sister about this yet. If not you should think about it, she love you for all you are, she has loved you forever. If you are honest with her she will open up more to you.

Lucifer nods as he picks up a cup of water and sips at it. Then turns slightly at the sound of people panicking.

Sam comes running over upon his eyes landing on Lucifer and Dean.

Sam: come quick you both are gonna want to see this.

Dean Lucifer and Sam all ran to get in front of the crowd. Only to see your form passed out at the gate.

Lucifer was the one to pick you up and carry you out away from the crowd. But it was your brother's quick thinking that made them not take you back home.

But instead send Sam to get your mother while Lucifer and Dean made a fire and tried to keep your body temperature from freezing anymore.

Your mother and Sam returned with more blankets, a change of clothes for you and some food. You were so cold but they were just giving you a once over.

That's when your mother noticed the bite mark on your forearm.

Mary: boys did you all know?

Dean: know what mom?

Mary: that yn was bit... It must have happened when that wolf attacked her and lucifer at the feast.

Dean looks at Lucifer who rolls up his sleeve and puts it next to your bite mark. Mary backs away and shakes her head slightly.

Mary: do you boys realize what John will do if he finds out. He is gonna test her and if she is a werewolf she will be disowned and hunted down. Now I'm not gonna say nothing but you boys best get your stories straight and make sure she keeps that covered up. Whether with bandages or long sleeves till it's healed. But know this, your father is gonna want to question her about where she was.

You started to stir, your mother instantly calmed down and went to sit on the other side of you. Your eyes fluttered open and your vision became clearer.

Yn: mom... Sam, Dean, Lucifer my love. What's going on why are you all hovering.

Dean: kiddo look at your arm. Tell us about that.

You sit up slightly to look at your forearm as the faces in the room train their expressions to your own.

Yn: you guys might want to sit down for this one... Cause this will explain why I didn't come home last night. And I beg of you all not to tell dad about this. Cause he would kill me dead if he found out.

Both your brother's sat down, your mom and lucifer already sitting down. Lucifer kept you steady as you spoke your tale.

Yn: The attack, the wolf was lunging at me and Lucifer, I didn't realize it till yesterday when grandmother pointed it out but I had been bitten. But at the church when the wolf stopped to stare at me and Lucifer I could hear him speak in my mind. He said for me to meet him in a cave near grandmother's house last night that all my answers would become clear. I arrived at the cave only to black out. I didn't come too till grandmother brought me back inside the cottage. By then it was much to late to make the journey back. So I stayed the night. I have no idea if I transformed or what have you. There is something else when I came too I wasn't wearing anything, so I was a little freaked out and very cold. After talking a bit with grandmother I passed out and woke up, got dressed had something to eat and left with fond farewells to grandmother. She is very excited to meet you Lucifer, of course that is once all this wolf business is taken care of. As well as she sent home a knitted blanket for you mother as she hopes to see everyone very very soon.

Your brother's still kinda on the defensive. You knew that things would be alot worse if John had been there, but it's been just crazy. Little did you know it was about to get alot worse.

Chuck was calling your brother's names both of whom stayed silent.

Yn(whispering): go both of you go, I'll be fine. Just go. Now, out the back go. I'll find you both later.

Both your brother's straightened out and went out the back door and came out standing talking together.

Chuck: Sam, Dean glad you both are well.

Dean: yes sir we are very well thank you.

Chuck: how is your sister, rumor has it she left early yesterday and hasn't returned yet.

Dean: did she do something wrong sir.

Chuck: not that I'm aware of but I would like to speak with her pending her engagement to Lucifer she needs to know the truth.

Sam was the one to speak for he could feel his brothers anger rising.

Sam: what truth?

Chuck: oh that her father already put through her wedding papers for her to wed you young Samuel. He said something about the power staying in the family or something like that.

There wasn't more to be said it was done, chuck set his trap and put the disfunction further in the family line.

Dean and Sam had already stormed off to find their father to get him to drop the papers in the fire or they would all leave the family business for ever or something to that extent.

Find John they did, but what happened next would define the entire state of their family line!

John: boys what the hell are you both doing here.

sam was the first one to reach john as he pushed john against the nearest tree. the anger in sam's eyes made dean step in nice and close for he was just as pissed at john if not more.

john could only smirk as he watched the anger growing more and more on his sons faces. he knew exactly why they were here and he knew exactly what was about to happen.

sam: why did you do it dad?

john: cause i dont approve of your sisters choice in mate and if she were to marry that has been wood carver... i would rather see her marry her own brother than a low on the food chain no good wood carver.

dean was at this point so mad that he placed a hand on his brothers shoulder.

Dean: so you plotted to marry my brother to my sister in what should be an illegal marriage. and for what reason. so you could keep the family line going, all the powers and abilities... that is just sick and wrong. undo it or so help us, we will take yn and lucifer far away from here, far far away from you thus denying everything you have taught us and raised us to be...

john now locking eyes with dean, the anger taking over his facials as he pushed sam off of him and spoke with a fierceness that he had never ever ever shown to his family like ever.

john: now you boys listen and listen good, i have trained you both and your sister to be the greatest hunters in all of history but when your sister announced that she would rather marry a wood carver than someone successful, well that set me over the edge and then you boys had to go getting involved. yes i found out that yn mated with lucifer thats why i put through the wedding papers for you and yn sammy. so that way she would have no claim to who she marries. that way lucifer would have no claim on her. your mama has no idea what she is talking bout putting all sort of crazy ideas in your sisters head. about true love and following her heart and and and.... ugh i should have killed her when i found out she was planning to turn my children against me and their birthrights. if any of you or your sister denies your hunters rite you will become the hunted the prey the thing i will hunt till the end of the earth if i have too. doesnt matter where when or how i would not rest till you were dead. do you boys understand me?

sam and dean breathing heavily from the adrenaline coursing through their veins, neither of them said anything instead just turned away and walked back toward the village.

they stopped by their family forge and finished constructing a special revolver, they would soon call it the colt. it would be able to kill anything and anyone. they had planned on giving it to you and lucifer as a wedding present. but they knew if you stood a chance at all against john the gift would have to be early given.

sam: how many bullets should we make for her?

dean: as many as we can forge, brother she will need all the protection she can get against father. now lets hurry.

a few hours later they would finish and by then the following conversation would have taken place between you and lucifer after you would have woken up from your rest, gotten dressed and eaten something.

lucifer: there is something i need to tell you, the night of the attack, the night you were bitten, i was as well. when i lept in to save you. i thought we were both fine, but i guess we were both wrong. Anyway when you mentioned the wolf speaking to you that rang a few bells for me as well, he said something similar to me that night as well. I'm so sorry I didn't tell you sooner my love.

You moved to place your hand on his cheek smiling gently as you motion to speak but a soft knock at the door makes you look up.

Your mom went over to the door and looked opening it slightly to let your best friend Jo inside.

Yn: Jo, what...

Jo sat down and looked very very worried.

Jo: I over heard a conversation between chuck and your brother's apparently your father has gone and turned in your wedding papers for you to wed Sam... Your brother's went to tell at your father, must not have gone well cause now they are in the forge. I came straight here just in case.

yn: that son of a bitch, i hope my brothers return soon so we can hear what they have to say about what john said. as far as i'm concerned he will no longer be referred to as my father... i can no longer live as his daughter i don't deny my hunting talents and gifts i deny the man who taught them to me. mother i do not deny you i deny the man who you married.

Your mother could only smile for she already knew it was not her you were mad at, twas your father who had wronged you.

It would be 2 hours of you sitting with your love, your best friend and your mother that your brother's walked in with 2 boxes each engraved with symbols and Latin inscriptions on the lids.

You sit up and everyone else gathers round. Your brother's place the boxes on the bed in front of you.

Sam: I'm so sorry sis, I know by now you have heard from Jo about what chuck said to us. We did talk to dad and he is just doing this to keep your skills and power in the family. He doesn't want the power you have to be bred with the likes of a wood carver in other words he wants us to marry or he will hunt us to the ends of the earth and kill us all.

Dean: we told him that we would never let him harm you nor would we let him force this wedding between you and Sam. We said we would run with you and lucifer. yn we would run and live lives away from the village, away from father.

Sam: I personally don't want to marry you squirt... It's too much fun when we spar... I hope you and lucifer have long and happy lives together and one day produce a beautiful set of kids. Now let's figure out a plan, dad knows you and lucifer mated and he knows something else is up.

dean: ya he figured there was more to the story when you didn't come home last night. when you went to grandmothers. i wouldn't expect a warm welcome when you go home... if you go home at all do so when you know he won't be there. also we need to keep the fact that you both are bitten from the entire village other wise this will turn into a bigger blood bath than expected. if we have too we will run tonight after dark before the gates close, we can be through the hills and away from here before light...

you got up and went to hug both your brothers, you were happier than ever... although in that moment you all had no idea that things were about to get worse... for in that moment when you were about to speak again, the wolf sighting alarm sounded.

you, your Mom, Sam, Dean, jo and Lucifer all ran out the back door one at a time, all running to the church, Sam with Mary, Dean and Jo, you and Lucifer. meeting once again together in the church. where you and Lucifer once more heard the voice of the wolf in your mind.

wolf: okay you 2 time for you both to remember what happened last night... time for you both to remember what you are, and what you will become again tonight. beware the blood moon for it doth not know no bounds. ill reveal myself in a couple days time. soon as its safe ill be in touch again.

the wolf howls once more and vacates the area dragging one of the dead bodies back into the woods. again no one saw chuck enter the church no one saw him on the grounds when the wolf warning sounded.

but anyway you and lucifer sat down in one of the pues and opened the boxes your brothers had given to you. they revealed a gun and a set of bullets...

yn: you guys did you finish the....

dean: we sure did kiddo... this is the same gun you had designed, on that piece of bark with the end of my carving knife. bullets and all. it's all yours kiddo. it can kill anything supernatural or not supernatural. it's better protection than just your fists in some battles.

well the conversation was cut short when chuck approached the group... this made you and Lucifer close the boxes and your brothers surrounded you bth.

Chuck: yn, how are you feeling?

Yn: much better now thank you...

Chuck: i'm very sorry to hear that you won't be marrying Lucifer ... you 2 are so compatible.

Yn: i am marrying Lucifer, i have renounced my fathers hold on my life. he is no longer my father and i would happily kill him for this insubordination. which is why i would like to formally turn in these wedding papers for me and Lucifer. and to formally ask that you burn the papers that my father so wrongfully turned in against our knowledge.

Chuck: done, seeing as you have denied him who helped create you let me give you some advise. kill him... however you wish to do it, kill him...

you heard a change in his vocal tones, the words kill him rang solely in your ear. it was all you heard even after Chuck left. but you shook it off as you leaned into the embrace of the love of your life.

Chuck: attention everyone due to this recent attack we are issuing a questioning period, a kill order for the wolf... whoever sees it and can do so kill it, you shall be handsomely rewarded for bringing its head. pertaining to this attack though it has left no one dead just some injured, those injured will be checked and if bitten they will be put down. anyone who had injuries from the previous attack, will too be put down if they hid being bit or hurt in the attack. we are taking this matter very seriously and i just want what's best for the village if that means sacrificing a few members then so be it. we will wait here a few more hours till sunrise and then we will be allowed to leave the church.

you now had to figure this out but when you were in the church just nestled in the arms of the love of your life, you had a dream...

of your time that you spent in the cave, your transformation, getting spoken too, getting mounted by another wolf and pounded into the ground. waking up in the snow with only your cloak on.

so that's what the wolf meant by you will remember what happened to you and what you became. and what you would become again.

tonight when you would transform would be when you would kill your father... maybe before hand. either way this would all end tonight.

once the time limit passed and light was passing through the panes of the church windows you and Lucifer went to get cleaned up and so did everyone else.

promising to meet up again after taking care of a few things he would see you for lunch. but you both would not be making it to lunch.

as it would turn out you both were whispered different sayings by chuck. sure it wouldn't be such a big deal if this was normal circumstances but this time it would turn into a big deal.

you took the cloak and went to the forest, to test if you could shift just your claws and teeth. well it worked a few moments later you were scratching a tree with your claws, finally something you were happy was happening.

you heard someone screaming your name as the night sky was coming in and the blood moon rising high in the sky.

yn: good i don't even have to go looking for him. he will come to me...

you turned around after the footsteps were coming closer. you changed your claws and teeth back to normal, and turned around after pulling your hood over your head.

yn: john

john: you shall address me properly you insolent little girl...

yn: i would if i was still your daughter. i have told everyone close to me that i deny being your daughter. i don't deny my brothers or mother cause they didn't betray me, they didn't go behind my back and try to force me to marry my brother. first of all yuck, and second of all yuck and third of all your a sick man who doesn't have a clue about what i've been through. okay yes i mated and yes i have taken a responsibility of ensuring my future by turning my wedding papers to wed Lucifer and chuck burned the ones you gave him when i told hi that i disowned you. oh but don't worry cause your day of reckoning is here, for you see, i have been given a gift and this gift requires your death.

you changed your teeth first, then your claws, you knew that it would be easier to do it this way. no emotional attachment and no empathy. just his death, if you bit him you could say he was bitten and you did the liberty of putting him down.

yes of course the town would believe that, what else would they do... never mind the fact that you were the only one around at this point, the gate was getting ready to close and this would be the last stop on the tour well for him anyway.

you lunged and pinned him to the ground, holding him down so he couldn't access his weapons, you bit him, now through the screaming and stuff your vision kinda blurred so you couldn't exactly tell where you did bite him but you could taste the blood and skin in your mouth.

getting round to pulling back. you felt strange, like you were being drawn to the cavern from the other night. you grabbed your father's body and stabbed it with a knife before dragging it to the cavern. once there you turned back to normal

you then carried your fathers body inside and threw it down before the large wolf that stood in front of you.

yn: okay enough games who are you and what the hell did you make me do that for.

the wolf turned into chuck and your anger went through the roof...

yn: why why did you... i mean...

chuck laughed and could only snarl at you as he proceeded to stalk toward you.

chuck: ahh good girl you follow instructions really well. why you ask cause i was tired of the lack of fear in the village. so i decided that instead of killing the wildlife, i would take the life owed me during the blood moon in human form. plus human tastes so much better than deer or bear or even our own kind. but turning you and the one other person well that was a happy accident. i also knew that this would bring so much joy to my cause. and you just completed your initiation now you much fight for your ranking. you and the one other person i turned must now battle for the right of being omega and beta. whatever the case... you nee

you shifted to a wolf and snarled your go... a wolf with eyes familiar came charging at you in that moment.

lunging at each other landing several good hits, you both were too tired to continue this charade. you both bowed out, you went and crawled under your cloak, so you could transform back.

you transformed back and buttoned up the rest of your cloak placing your arms through the holes. chuck tssed a pair of pants at the other wolf who transformed back.

going into a form you knew all too well. the form of the love of your life. lucifer.

yn: lucifer...

lucifer: yn... wait so that wolf i pounded that was you?

yn: well i guess if we end up pregnant i will be sure of who the father is... but chuck on the other hand needs to be taught a lesson love.

lucifer: yes i agree... but first i want to know why... and wen can we go...

chuck laughed and then let a low growl emit from his throat.

chuck: well you too are not done yet, you both called draw on a fight for dominance. that's not how this is done. either you 2 finish the fight properly or you both can perish at the hands of these other wolves. its your choice.

lucifer and you both stood ready to fight... but it was lucifer who spoke..

lucifer: never not in a million years but i have a secret, see i planted something near by and if i am correct itws right where i left it... so here it is, either you let us go and we will go leave and never come back, our families with us or we will kill you and your pack, this town and its people will be free to live in peace... it your choice...

lucifer noded for you to pull your fathers personal effects off his person, and in his belt, in his holster, there was the gun... the one weapon that you were sure would work...

you pulled it out holding it behind you as you stood behind lucifer. you nudged your love to face off with chuck but to keep him human. or well whatever would happen.

lucifer and chuck began to battle, lucifer had chuck at one point them chuck broke free and transformed, you pulled the colt and shot point blank at chuck before he dodge the bullet.

chuck: silver little girl that's only gonna work if your a decent shot.

you scoffed and smiled as a thud sounded in the cave. chuck looked behind him at the lieutenant of his on the ground.

chuck: you vile little ingrate... i otta turn you into a throw rug and your love into a pin cushion. now hand me that gun or so help me...

you made a move to toss it at chuck but instead handed it to lucifer who caught it just in time to shoot chuck as he was mid transformation back to human... his body flew against the wall of the cave, you both stood over him so you both would be the last faces he ever saw.

lucifer grabbed one of the coats from the floor and put it on himself as he then picked up the body of chuck, and you picked up your fathers body, you both walked back toward the village, passed the crowds, through the rows of people to the center stage...

placing your fathers body on the stage and standing above it, lucifer placing chucks body on the higher platform...

lucifer: Chuck murdered the father of my beautiful bride.. she has been through a great ordeal. she was knocked out in the snow when i found her like this.. together we defeated Chuck and brought his body back as proof that he is the wolf that was haunting this village. well he can do no more harm. also i am very happy to announce that my beautiful bride is pregnant. we will be announcing details of our wedding soon as possible. one mass funeral shall be held for the dead to be honored, lupricellia will continue as the blood moon is risen still for 2 days we will not let this dim our time to be joyful and happy. thank you all for your attention and cooperation.

you and lucifer go to sit on a near by pile of hay. he locks eyes with you for a moment before he senses your realization.

yn: how do you...

lucifer: i can hear an extra heart beat from you. it is a faint one but its there... we re gonna be parents.

you hugged lucifer and could only smile as his form now held onto you as the people began to re build the village. the funeral and the wedding were within months of each other but overall that is it.

this has been the tale of the girl, the wolf the love, the grandmother and the best told story in the entire world. though have you heard the one of the man who got cursed...

~that's all folks for now~

#heaven and hell bingo #spnkinkbingo #twistedtale #fairytale twist

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no service (gbd)

the boys do their first no tech challenge since you and grayson get together, and though they make it, something goes terribly wrong at home

word count: 5k

warnings/tags: angst, worried!grayson, hurt!y/n

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Your POV:

“I dunno, I just have a weird feeling about this one.” Grayson’s fingers were twisting and untwisting the hem of your shirt, his nerves evident as you laid next to him in bed.

“Gray you’re gonna be fine, it’s just like before. You’ve got the van, and you’ve done survival stuff. Everything is gonna work out. I am gonna miss you though,” you gave him a sad smile.

Since you’d started dating, you’d been attached at the hip. You still had an apartment of your own, but if you were honest you needed to just bite the bullet and sell it - you practically lived with the twins, and you wouldn’t have it any other way. But that also meant that this was going to be the first long-ish stretch that you weren’t with each other.

“It’s just 7 days baby, it’ll go by so fast.” Now he was comforting you, of course.

“You’re gonna have the best time, I can’t wait to see the video when you get home.”

“I’d send you pictures, but you know we won’t have our phones,” he sighed, running a finger along your jawline. “Not being able to see this face all week is gonna suck.”

You blushed deep red, warming his fingertips before you pulled away and crawled across the bed.

“Hey, where ya goin’?” Grayson pouted, but you ignored him for a second, going over to the dresser where you kept some of your clothes full time. You reached down, pulling out the little album that you’d been making as a gift for Grayson down the road. You pulled out one of your favorite pictures; from one of the first weeks that you’d been dating, it was the two of you with the LA skyline in the background, with you looking up at him as he smiled.

“Here, take this with you.” You handed him the photo. “I know E will probably give you shit, but just hide it somewhere. Make sure you bring it back though, that one’s my favorite.”

“I love you,” he responded, but you barely heard it, because at that exact moment Ethan was banging on the door and yelling “GRAY! C’mon it’s time to go!”

“And i’m going to kill my brother,” he groaned, reaching out and pulling you to him tightly, falling back on the bed. You landed on top of him, and his lips were on yours before you could say anything. He kissed you roughly for a minute, a bit of urgency there as he knew you weren’t going to be able to do this again for a while. Ethan knocked on the door again, and you felt Graysons arms tighten as he rolled over, putting you underneath him

“Go Gray, before he beats the door down,” you teased, pushing gently on his chest.

“I could just stay here with you,” he countered, raising an eyebrow.

“Go,” You giggled, pushing harder.

“Fine, fine,” he grumbled, kissing you again before getting up. “Alright E, I’m coming!”

You followed him to the door where Ethan was standing in the doorway.

“Finally get him to stop crying and leave?” E asked.

“Oh shut up,” you teased, pushing on his chest so you could get by. He followed you, slinging an arm around your shoulders as you headed out to the van, which you knew was already packed.

You stayed out of the shot as they filmed a little intro explaining what they were doing. Grayson was so much more excited these days in all the videos, but even more so in the ones that had to do with adventures. You watched as the locked their phones in the box they’d used before, storing it under the benches in the van.

Once the cameras cut, Gray made his way back over to you, wrapping you up in a tight hug.

“I love you. I’m gonna miss you so much,” he murmured into your hair.

“I love you too Gray. Be safe.”

“You too. Call Ricky if you need anything okay? He’ll still have his phone for emergencies.”

“I’ll see you soon.”

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Grayson’s POV

His mind was already wandering as he continued driving down the road, already in Arizona. They were headed to Big Bend National Park, with the new challenge of not using their phones for navigation. Ethan was actually a good navigator, so once he got on the right highway it was just a matter of driving through Arizona and Texas, then down to the Mexico border to get to the park.

“I think all this footage is gonna be sick, and I’m excited to get some star shots once we get to the park,” Ethan said. Gray just nodded along, watching the road.

“You good bro? You’re off, I can feel it.”

“Yeah, I’m fine. I just have a pit in my stomach about this whole thing. It’s makin’ me anxious,” Grayson explained, fists tightening on the wheel of the van. Ricky was in the back, sound asleep.

“What about it though? Is it something specific?” Ethan asked.

“I can’t put my finger on it. I just have a weird feeling. I’m sure it’s nothing, I’m just in my head.”

“Is it Y/N?”

Sometimes, Grayson really hated sharing a mind. And this was one of those times. He stayed silent, which was enough of an answer for Ethan.

“She’s a fully capable person Gray. She’s gonna be fine without you for a few days.”

“Thanks asshole, I know. Just drop it.”

“Whatever,” Ethan shrugged, settling down into his chair a bit more, crossing his arms and getting comfy for the long trip ahead.

And a long trip it was. They made it to the park around 1am, and were amazed at what they saw. Above them was the whole milky way, clear as day.

They shot a quick clip explaining the main reason they’d come all the way to Big Bend.

“It’s a certified dark zone, which means no one is allowed to have building with lights out here. So theres no light pollution at all, it’s one of the best places in the world to see the stars,” Ethan explained. Grayson wasn’t paying too much attention; instead he was gazing up, and suddenly missing who he wanted beside him more than anything.

It was going to be a long few days.

Your POV:

The first four days were alright. You spent your time wandering around the house, enjoying all the space. You sat in Ethan’s comfy chair in the living room while you watched netflix, cuddled up in one of Grayson’s blankets from his bed that you’d dragged with you. It smelled like him, and it was comforting.

When that got boring you’d change into a swim suit, heading out to the pool - you’d given it a good cleaning, which you knew the boys would be thankful for when they got back. You were determined to get more of a tan than Gray by the end of the summer, and if you had any chance at all you needed to get a head start.

By day five, the boredom was starting to get to you. You wanted to talk to Grayson, see his face, see his smile, hear his laugh. You even resorted to going back and watching a few of your favorite videos of theirs, just to hear his voice. You felt pathetic while you did it, but you also couldn’t really bring yourself to care too much if you were honest. All throughout the day you caught yourself pulling out your phone to text him, but you knew he wouldn’t see them.

Still, you’d send a message just for fun, knowing he would see them once he got back and was allowed to have his phone. You could just imagine his face when he got back and saw all the little messages you’d left.

miss youuuuu

hey u should come home now, k thanks

I stole your favorite hoodie and you’re never getting it back oops

im gonna hide all your building stuff, that’s the level of boredom i’m at

this shit sucks

i love you

I wanna go on the next adventure :(

But as you sent the last one, it sparked an idea.

You could make your own adventure. Nothing was stopping you, and you had nothing better to do. The weather was nice, and there was supposed to be some good surf coming in.

And so, that was that. You packed up a towel, your wetsuit and some sunscreen, heading out to the car. You decided to take the Bronco, just because it had the surf rack on top. Grayson still wasn’t too keen on anyone driving his car, but he trusted you with it more than Ethan, and you knew he wouldn’t really care.

So you packed up your surfboard, struggling a bit to get it on top of the roof and strapped down - Grayson always made it look so damn easy. But you managed, finally getting in and heading to the beach. The drive was beautiful, as always, but you missed being in the passenger seat with Grayson’s hand on your thigh.

Damn. These last few days were gonna suck.

Grayson’s POV:

“I think we’re really getting the hang of this bro. I’m excited. We could do this full time, for real,” Grayson grinned, packing up a few things in the van while Ethan filled up the packs with water. Ricky was filming, so he took the opportunity to explain what was happening.

“So guys, today we’re going on the longest, and most difficult hike in Big Bend. It’s called South Rim, it’s about 14 miles total, but we’re gonna split it up and actually camp about halfway so we can get even cooler views tonight. Now, Ethan and I like to say we’re hikers, but honestly, we kinda suck.”

“Yeah, we uh, we’re not great,” Ethan chimed in.

“So this should be fun!”

“Oh yeah, great time.”

“And obviously we don’t have our phones, so we’re gonna have no idea what time it is, we won’t be able to call for help if we get, ya know, mauled by a mountain lion or something.”

“Bro, why would you say that!?” Ethan groaned.

“It’s the truth! Well, I guess Ricky has his phone though, so we’d be alright.”

“My phone hasn’t had service since we got here,” Ricky countered from behind the camera.

“Oh we are so fucked dude,” Ethan grumbled.

And in all honesty, it put a bit of a pit in Gray’s stomach, knowing he wouldn’t be able to contact anybody if something happened. But he pushed the thought from his mind, moving to help his brother pack up the tent and begin their trek.

Your POV:

The beach wasn’t too crowded, which was a blessing. When you said you liked to surf, it usually meant that you liked to catch 1 wave out of the 50 you tried for. You were a beginner, that was for sure. There were only about 20 people on the entire beach, and a few surfers out on the break, with the lifeguard keeping a close eye on them.

Even if you didn’t feel it, you looked the part in your wetsuit, board tucked under your arm. You snapped a quick picture, sending it to Grayson’s non-existent phone just for kicks.

wish you were here! you’d be laughing at how much I’m gonna suck. love you!

After it sent, you put it away in the waterproof box you’d brought. You made your way over to the lifeguard station, waving up at the man sitting atop the chair.

“Hey, I’m here by myself, do you care if I leave this box here with you?” You asked politely.

“Yeah that’s fine. Be careful out there,” he responded, not taking his eyes off the water. You put it down by the legs of the chair, jogging towards the water. The ocean was cold when it hit your skin but you adjusted quickly, diving in and heading out to the break.

And as you predicted, you missed practically every single one you tried to get up on. You hit the water over and over again, your arms sore from pushing up to standing, even if it was to no avail.

You began paddling in after about an hour, accepting defeat, when suddenly you noticed everyone beside you paddling out instead of in.

The lifeguard’s whistle came too late. By the time you turned around, the wave was already there, towering feet above any that had come prior.

And you were right in the break.

You’d read about these before. Rouge waves, you remembered. Random waves that come from nowhere, with no apparent cause. You had just enough time to suck in your breath before it crashed directly over your head.

It felt like the inside of a washing machine looked - that was the only way you could describe it. And then you felt something warm on your head, and everything went black.

Grayson’s POV:

It was the morning of day six, and Grayson had never been more ready to get home. The pit in his stomach was a rock now, and he had no explanation for it at all.

“Bro we’re actually disgusting. Like we need a real shower somewhere, or we’re never gonna get the smell out of this van,” Ethan said. And he was right. After all the hiking and sleeping in the tent, the three of them reeked.

“We could do a gas station shower, we just gotta map our way there without our phones. I don’t think that breaks the rules, we just aren’t supposed to use technology,” Ricky shrugged.

“Alright sick, we might as well start driving. Gray, you okay?” E asked.

“Yeah. Just don’t feel good,” he mumbled. He kept himself curled up in the back of the van, head resting on the table as Ethan found his way out of the park and towards the nearest town.

Grayson couldn’t figure out what was bothering him so much. He wasn’t dehydrated, he hadn’t eaten anything bad. He should be having the time of his life, but he couldn’t shake the feeling that something was terribly wrong. It was like the time that Ethan had cut his leg open when they were kids; Grayson wasn’t near him, but he just knew. It was exactly that feeling, except Ethan was right there in front of him, perfectly fine. So he just kept his head down, hoping whatever it was would pass.

They found the gas station about 45 minutes later, and the three of them headed in eagerly. Maybe a good warm shower would clear his mind.

And once he was done, he did feel better. But only slightly. It was getting harder to breathe. He headed out, noticing that Ricky was already in the van and Ethan was waiting outside.

“Gray, dude you don’t look good. What’s wrong?”

“I think I’m getting sick man. I’ve been sick to my stomach since yesterday, and I feel like I can’t breathe now. Maybe I’ve got a really bad allergy to something out here. I’m sorry man, I’m trying to shake it so I can be up for the video, but I don’t know where it’s coming from.”

“Guys.” Ricky’s voice was serious, much more serious than normal.

“What’s up?” E asked.

“I just got service again, and I’ve got 12 missed calls, all from the same number. I don’t recognize it though. LA area code.”

“Call it. Call it now.” Grayson’s answer came before he could even think about it. He felt like he was going to hurl.

Ricky dialed it back quickly, holding the phone up to his ear. The twins climbed in the back, sitting down across from him at the table.

“This is he.” Ricky said. “Um, yeah, yeah he’s right here.”

Grayson’s blood went ice cold when Ricky held the phone out for him.

“It’s for you.”

He felt robotic and he reached out, taking the phone and putting it up to his ear.

“Hello?”

“Hi, is this Mr. Grayson Dolan?”

“Yes.”

“Hi Grayson. We’re just calling on behalf of Ms. Y/N Y/L/N from King Hospital, you’re listed as her primary emergency contact.”

“Is she alright? What happened?”

“She’s stable right now. We don’t have all of the details, she’s been in and out of consciousness. She was in an accident -”

“Accident?” Grayson’s voice cracked, and Ethan stiffened up beside him. As if it was instinct, he felt his brothers hand on his shoulder, anchoring him just enough that he could listen.

“She was out surfing at Manhattan Beach, the lifeguards said there was a rouge wave. They got her out quickly, but they think she hit her head on some rocks when she went under. She wasn’t breathing when they got to her, but she was stabilized in the ambulance. She told us to call Ricky off her phone when she was conscious because you wouldn’t have your phone. We’ve had her sedated so her brain could rest, but it looks like we’re going to need to take her in for surgery, because we found some deep lacerations on her head and want to check for anymore significant damage.”

“Surgery?” Grayson expected himself to go numb, but he almost had the opposite. He was so overwhelmed that it was crippling. “How soon?”

“As soon as we’re able. She isn’t able to give consent, so we needed to get in contact with you if possible. Are you able to get here quickly?”

“I’m - I’m not in the state, I’m in Texas.”

“Well, a telephone consent will do,” the nurse said.

“Oh. Okay, yeah. Yeah, I consent. Do what you need to, please just be careful.” It was dumb thing to say, he knew that, but he couldn’t help himself.

“Thank you Mr. Dolan, we will. And we’ll keep you updated. Should we call at this number, or the one you have listed?”

“The one I have listed is fine, I have it now.”

Ethan knew exactly what that meant and was immediately scrambling to find the box with their phones while Ricky got the key ready off his keychain.

“Alright, speak soon Mr. Dolan.”

And with that she hung up the phone.

“I’m gonna be sick,” were the only words that Grayson could manage as he crawled to the back of the van and hurled over the bumper. Ethan followed him, holding onto his shoulders and trying to stabilize him so he didn’t fall out.

“What do we need to do Gray?”

“Drive. We need to get home, now.”

Without further questions, Ricky climbed into the drivers seat as they closed up the back of the van, immediately heading in the direction of California.

When Gray finally managed to get enough air in his lungs, he was able to look up at Ethan, who was sitting opposite of him.

“Y/N’s hurt. I think it’s pretty bad.”

“Tell me what happened.”

And so he did, to the best of his ability. He didn’t have very much information, which was the hard part. But he told his brother everything that the nurse did.

“Well, if she was with it enough to give them Ricky’s number instead of yours, that’s good. That means she was alright when they got her in the ambulance.”

“Right. I wonder if she tried to call me.” The thought made his stomach tighten.

“Your phone was dead, it’s charging up front right now. Either way, we’re headed back as quick as we can.”

Grayson noted that the van was moving quite quickly - Ricky was definitely speeding, but he didn’t care.

“E.”

“I know Gray. I’m scared too. But she’s gonna be alright. She has to be.”

She’s gonna be alright

He repeated the words over and over again in his head, sometimes mumbling them aloud. A few minutes later, his phone was charged. Ethan climbed to the front to get it. Without having to ask, Ethan knew that Grayson wanted him to screen his texts, just to see. And he could tell there were texts from her just by his face.

“E. If she text me about all this and I didn’t answer, I’m gonna lose my fucking mind.”

“She wouldn’t have been able to, she didn’t take her phone in the water. These are all from before.”

He held out his hand.

Looking at the texts was his undoing. He could hear her voice, clear as day in his head as he read them, making it all the much harder. He began to sob, uncontrollable ragged sounds. Ethan put an arm around his shoulder in silent support, as he often did. And Ricky continued down the road.

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It was the longest 15 hours of his life. They’d checked to make sure it wasn’t quicker to stop in Phoenix and put Grayson on a flight - driving straight through was faster. But god it felt like it was taking years. He held the picture he had of him and Y/N in his hand, but he couldn’t look at it for too long without losing it.

Ethan was driving now, with Grayson in the passenger seat - he hadn’t been forced to take a turn, everyone knew he was in no shape to drive.

Everyone in the car was on edge, which meant they all jumped practically to the ceiling when Grayson’s phone rang. He answered on the first ring.

“Hello?”

“Mr. Dolan?” It was a different voice this time.

“Yes.”

“Hi, this is Y/N’s surgeon, just calling with an update. Y/N is out of surgery, and she did great! No complications, and the damage seems pretty minimal, though we’ll have to see once she wakes up.”

He took his first real breath in the last 15 hours.

“That’s great news. Thank you.”

“So she’s in recovery right now, but she’s gonna be unconscious for the next 30 minutes or so. Should we be expecting you?”

“Yeah, yeah I’m headed there right now, I should be there in about 25 minutes according to my GPS.”

“Alright perfect. Well, she’s in room 828 on the post op wing when you get here, just sign in at the desk and we’ll bring you up. We’ll take good care of her.”

“Thank you so much doctor.”

“She’s alright. Out of surgery, should be waking up soon,” he explained as soon as he hung up. The relief was obvious, especially for Ethan. Gray had been so caught up in his own worry that he’d forgotten how worried Ethan must be - Y/N was practically his sister. Grayson watched as his brother pressed just a tiny bit more on the gas, racing towards the hospital.

When they arrived, Grayson couldn’t get out of the van fast enough. He bolted for the entrance, with Ethan in tow. Ricky stayed in the car out of privacy, offering to get them anything they needed.

They went through the motions of check in - something they were all too familiar with - and Grayson followed the nurse up to the post op floor, where he was transferred over to the nurse that had initially called him.

“She’s starting to stir just a bit. Just to prepare you, we aren’t sure how confused she’s going to be when she wakes up. With the mixture of anesthesia and her concussion, she may be very out of it. Just be patient with her, she should come around to her normal self within the next few hours. She’s right through here.” The nurse stopped outside the door, opening the door with a gentle push.

“You wanna go alone, or do you want me with you?” Ethan asked, hesitating.

“With me.” He didn’t have to think about it.

Grayson went in first, and if Ethan hadn’t been behind him, he probably would have fallen to his knees. Y/N was in the hospital bed, gown over her still form, her head partially wrapped in gauze. She had oxygen tubes in her nose and was breathing deeply, laying flat on her back, eyes closed. Just the image of her in the whole hospital garb was enough to bring tears to his eyes. He hated it more than he could have imagined.

Once he was stable enough on his feet, Grayson headed to her bedside. As he got closer, she started to stir a bit, fingers twitching as he sat down as gently as he could on the side of her bed. It was as if she knew he was there already, even though he hadn’t said a word or touched her at all.

“Mmmmmm.” She started to make a noise, her dry lips parting.

“Baby?” Grayson leaned forward, taking her hand in his, careful not to move her IV.

“Mmm- mad.” She mumbled, eyes still closed.

“Mad?” He looked back at Ethan for clarification, but he just nodded. Grayson raised a hand up to cup her cheek, and she smiled, resting her head in his palm. He revealed in the feeling, taking it in.

“Bronco.” This time, her word was clear, though it didn’t make anymore sense.

“Baby. Y/N, can you open your eyes sweetheart?” Grayson coaxed, rubbing his thumb along her cheekbone.

“Tryin’. It’s heavy,” she said, scrunching her eyebrows. He could tell she was really doing her best, which made his heart squeeze a bit tighter. When she finally managed to lift her eyelids, he could tell she was exhausted.

“You’s gonna be mad at me,” was the first sentence she managed to string together, though all her words were drawn out and slightly garbled.

“Why would I be mad at you baby?”

“I drove the bronco, left it at the beach. Probs some homeless guy living in it,” she said, resting all the weight of her head onto his hand.

“It’s okay. I really couldn’t care less about the car right now.”

“Don’t say that, Ethan will be big sad.” She gasped then, sitting upright a little more. “Ethan! Hi buddy!” She had just noticed him at the end of the bed. She blinked hard, like she was trying to bring him into focus.

“Hey girly, how yah feelin?”

“Got a cracked skull, but i’ms okay. But guess what?”

“What?” He asked.

“Still smarter than youuuuu,” she shrugged, and Grayson couldn’t help but let out a laugh.

She really was back to normal.

“You want me to go get the car?” Ethan asked, sitting on the opposite side of her bed and for once, choosing not to throw a comeback. He really had been worried.

“I don’t have keys. Or my phone. I left em with the lifeguard,” she pouted, her lip curling down. If it wasn’t so pitiful, he would have found it adorable.

“It’s okay, we’ll figure it out. Don’t worry about it,” Grayson reassured her, leaning forward to press a kiss to her forehead.

The nurse came in then to check on her. Ethan moved out of her way, and Grayson was about to move away, but Y/N grabbed his hand, using all her strength to hold him there.

“Don’t go,” she whimpered, and he swore he could feel a piece of his heart crack.

“I’m right here, just getting out of the nurses way,” he promised, kissing her hand and standing next to the bed.

“You guys are fine, I’ll let you know if you’re somewhere I need to be,” the nurse smiled. “How’re you feeling Y/N?”

“Sore, but okay.”

“Well, you’re a trooper. I’ve never seen anyone come out of anesthesia so clear headed before. Now, you might get confused in a little while, but that’s just the concussion, and it’ll pass, okay? Just gotta give it time. You just rest and give your body some time to heal. You should be ready to rock and roll out of here in the next few days, okay?”

“M’kay. Is my phone lost forever?” She asked.

“Actually the lifeguard that pulled you out dropped off your box with your things earlier. It’s over there with your other belongings.”

Grayson made a mental note to find that guy and thank him profusely in the future. Ethan went over to the personal items bag, bringing it over to the bed. Y/N started to rummage through it, pulling things out one by one.

When she got her wetsuit out - which took some effort - she frowned, running her finger over the new cut that Grayson assumed was made by the paramedics. He tried as hard as he could to not picture what the ambulance looked like when that cut was made.

“They cut it,” she pouted. “That was my favorite one.”

“I’ll buy you a new one,” Grayson reassured her.

“M’kay,” she mumbled, satisfied. She cuddled down a little bit into her pillow, obviously exhausted. Grayson continued going through the bag, getting the keys and her phone out of the box.

“I’m gonna get the car before it gets towed. Give you all a minute,” Ethan said quietly, having a hand out for the keys.

“Thanks bro. I’ll keep you updated.”

He was extremely grateful, but he couldn’t find the words. He hoped Ethan knew.

“Gray,” Y/N said quietly.

“Hey baby, I’m right here.”

“M’tired,” she murmured, holding a hand out. “Can we sleep?”

“You can sleep sweetheart,” Grayson reassured her.

“C’mere. Come up here,” she said, patting the bed next to her.

Grayson obliged, sliding his arms under her knees and behind her back, scooting her over just enough so that he could slide into the bed beside her.

“Much better. I missed you. Maybe don’t go for so long next time,” she said, curling up against him and getting as close as she could.

“Don’t worry. I’m not leaving you for a long, long time.”

“Sounds good to me,” she mumbled, but she was already falling asleep before the end of the sentence. So Grayson held her close to him, relishing in the feeling and lulling off to sleep.

#I really love this #I watched too many of their survival videos haha #lynds writes #grayson imagine #grayson imagines #grayson dolan #dolan twins #grayson dolan imagine #grayson dolan x reader #dolan twin imagines #ethan dolan

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Safe

(GN reader x Maul)

anxiety tw

grief/loss tw

brief self harm tw

slight blood tw

ptsd tw

pls read at your own risk, you’re responsible for what media you consume

In honour of my anxiety getting sososo much worse, I present to you: an angsty/fluffy imagine where the reader suffers from anxiety in the months after whilst trying to grapple with a close friends death and Maul comforts them to the best of his abilities, enjoy x

prompts: “you’re not alone. i’m here”, “take a deep breath”, “you don’t have to go through this alone”, “you’re safe”

“Everyone’s dismissed.” With a wave of his tattooed scarlet and black hand there’s the sound of chairs scraping against the tiled floor and mumbling voices lost on my ringing ears as a mixture of the Shadow Collective and Death Watch members begin to filter out of the meeting room after another long mission debrief. The last of them are rising from the table and as they grow out of earshot I see Maul slump over, façade beginning to slip. He exhales listlessly from his seat at the head of the slab of stone, head tilted in my direction. To his right, my usual seat is empty, and to his left, Savage leans down slightly to talk to him, whispered words not quite reaching my ears from my place at the opposite end of the table. Maul hums in recognition as his brother speaks, but he doesn’t seem to be paying much attention as I feel a pair eyes burning into the side of my face again, piercing me desperately.

I came in late to the meeting, ignoring the pitying looks from those around the table and the unflinching gold of my fiancé’s stare that had, on multiple occasions, broken away from the presentation and crossed the room to me and then to the empty seat on his right with a barely contained anxiety as he spoke throughout the conference, eyes unwavering in their attempt to gain my attention. My mind had been elsewhere though, stare pinned to the table before me as I worked myself through my racing thoughts. Physically, I was in Mandalore, mentally, I was back there.

I flinch at the awful memory, eyelids fluttering shut as scenes of my close friends death just a few months prior begin to play over in my head once more like a film stuck on replay. I should’ve been there, they’re dead because of me.

Inhaling sharply, I desperately try to push back the mental images of them lifeless, desperate to picture them any other way: smiling with their arm slung over my shoulder, sitting opposite me on the bed of their childhood home while we do our homework, laughing till they cried at a silly inside joke of ours, small pudgy fingers clinging to mine on our first day of school: determined to be together forever. So much for ’forever’ I think. It's no use, any memories I have of them are now brutalised. All I can picture is their face in my hands, slick with sweat, a dribble of ruby blood trickling from the corner of their mouth as they use the last of their strength to sputter out half-words I’m still unable to make sense of even now, almost a whole two months after the ordeal. I can still hear them though, crystal clear like they’re here with me now, voice raspy and broken and quickly beginning to blur out the sound of a chair harshly scraping against the marble floor and metal feet clambering against tile. I clench my now clammy hands into fists over the table, fingernails forming half-moon indents into the smooth skin of my palms as I screw my eyes shut and try to mask the memory of my hands covered in their blood - pressing against the gaping wounds in their torso - with the pain of my nails now breaking skin. It’s what I deserve, I think, I couldn’t even save them, couldn’t even hear their last words. My fault, my fault, my fault.

I’m acutely aware of the sound of my heartbeat stuck in my throat, thrumming at too fast a pace against my throbbing chest. I lift my bleeding hands to either side of my face, a gasp leaving my parted lips as I hunch over – curling into myself protectively, ”Not this again,” I whimper aloud. This is my third panic attack since this week, three out of the countless others I’ve endured these past few months. You’d think that would mean that by now I’d be used to it, that I’d be able to control them, but if anything, they’ve just gotten worse and worse.

“My fault, my fault, my fault.”

“Y/N!”

My eyes spring open at the sound my name being shouted, y/e/c orbs blinking to find the same stone expanse of the table staring back at me, and then a red hand slips into my field of vision, dipping to press against my sternum as it pushes me upright again. Maul.

I’m vaguely aware of my back softly hitting the splat of the chair behind me, eyelids blinking open and closed, and with each flutter releases a trickle a salty tears I hadn’t realised I’d been holding in until now. The conference room is empty, Savage nowhere to be seen, and my chair has been turned to face Maul as his lean figure hunches over in front of me protectively. I begin to relax into my seat once again at his presence, breathing in shaky bursts as I feel his hands slide from my front to my grasp at my still-clenched fists. Warm and steady fingers then begin to work apart my vice-like grip, unravelling my shaking appendages from my battered palms as his patiently flattens each hand and then interlaces them with his own. As he does this, I find myself angling into him, his familiar touch grounding me momentarily. Amongst the havoc of my mind he offers me a temporary calm, a safe haven. I never want him to stop touching me. Lately he’s the only thing keeping my steady when all I want to do is fall apart.

“‘M sorry,” I eventually mumble out, still breathless.

He audibly gulps and then crouches until our faces are level, resting the expanse of his forehead against the clammy skin of my own, humming at me as I shudder and our foreheads clatter together a moment. “Y/N, darling,” his voice is like honey, pleading as his lips press a gentle kiss to the tip my nose. “Take a deep breath,” he continues, his own fanning across my flushed face as he coos at me.

I nod, eyes sliding shut again as I attempt to zero in on his voice, squeezing his hands while I try to replace the feeling of blood and flesh and cavernous wounds I know I can’t mend with the familiar security of my lovers palms. Despite this, more tears begin to helplessly leak from the corners of my eyes, heavy and trailing down my cheeks now like streams of water as a broken sob finds its way up my throat and escapes my parted lips, “I-I can’t stop! I can’t stop seeing them, hearing them. I-” my next words lost as my breath hitches in my throat, aching as I begin to gasp for air that simply evades me once more. Panic sets in again, adrenaline pumping through my veins as the sound of my dead friends last whimpers fills my ears.

I’m brought back only by the sound of Maul’s voice breaking through once again, “I know, I know,” he murmurs down at me, tone pained as he lifts his lips to my forehead and presses an urgent kiss into my heated skin. “I am sorry, my starlight. You do not deserve this pain.”

I choke again, furiously shaking my head. He’s wrong. I do deserve this pain. My closest friend, the person I’ve known all my life, who knows me better than me, is dead. Gone. Forced out of existence. I could’ve stopped it, helped them. I should have. We were supposed to be there for each other. “It hurts.” I gasp, my body trembling as another broken wail leave my lips. I’m there again, my throat tightening as I begin to blur the lines between the sweat from my hands and the blood I spent hours scrubbing off after that mission on that ride back to Mandalore without them.

I barely register his fingers squeezing mine, still clinging to me as he pulls away slightly to look at me again, “Breathe, darling,” he urges, a note of panic in his voice. But it’s like I’ve forgotten how, the air robbed from my lungs for what feels like a eternity, for a moment I’m sure I’ll suffocate and die. Just like them. Dead. Gone. My fault, my fault, my fault-

“Y/N.” My eyes snap open again, chest still heaving as my fiancé’s saffron eyes abruptly replace the images of blood and death. He hadn’t yelled, barely even spoke loud enough to create an echo across the room, its his tone of voice that drags me back to reality again, agonised at the sight of me and full of distress. “I’m here,” he murmurs, “I am here. Let me help you, my love.”

I gulp, eyelids once again falling closed a moment as I work on steadying my rapid breathing, swallowing away the lump in my throat. My heart still thrums persistently in my chest but the pain of suffocation eases as I realise: I’m not dying. All the while, Maul peppers my face with lingering kisses, whispering loving, calming words into my feverish skin.

A long moment passes before I finally open my eyes again, lifting my gaze to see that he’s already watching me, intense stare scanning my face for anymore signs of hysteria and panic. “I’m OK,” I eventually speak, squeezing his fingers reassuringly as I then untangle my hands from his, wiping the sweat from my palms onto the legs of my pants. “I-I’m sorry,” I begin, only to be cut off as he brings his hands to cup either side of my face, calloused skin tenderly stroking away tears and angling my face so we’re eye to eye once more. We lock gazes, his laced with an ever-present concern, a juxtaposition to his calm and grounding expression. “You have nothing to apologise for, you did nothing wrong. It’s not your fault.”

In spite of his confident reassurance I sigh dejectedly, my stare beginning to trail away from him. They should still be here, would still be here, if I had only gotten to them sooner.

“It is not your fault,” he repeats as if reading my mind, this time with more force, calloused thumbs rubbing against my cheeks to regain my attention. “Not your fault. You did everything you could. And it’s hard, I know it’s hard, but you do not have to do this alone. I won’t let you.”

“They should still be here,” I utter at last, voice coarse and raspy with emotion. But they’re not. I exhale shakily, opening my mouth and closing again as words begin fail me. They’ve always been here, it’s always been me and them, and now it’s just me... and Maul. I flicker my gaze back up to him and sigh, melting to putty in his embrace. I’d be a mess without him.

Mumbling another apology that he brushes off, I lift my hands find the back of his neck and pull him into me. Our foreheads gently bump together, eyes slotting closed as my lips find his, my mouth pressing against his own with a feverish want. His kiss is a welcome distraction from the now faint ringing in my ears and my still racing thoughts. I sigh into it, putting all the words that I can’t bring myself to utter and all the feelings I can’t even begin to find the words for into our locked embrace, quickly going dizzy from the lack of oxygen.

He pulls away after a moment longer, both of us pausing to catch our breaths. As I shakily inhale, I lift my eyes to see his are still closed, forehead glued to mine as a temporary calm begins to set in, “I’m here,” he mumbles into the small gap between our lips. “I love you, and I’m here,” he continues his mantra, pulling me into him again. I’m carefully lifted from my spot, cradled into the security of his arms as he takes a seat on the chair I’d just occupied. “You’re safe,” the words flitter from his lips again like a promise, and as I bury my head into the crook of his neck, I think I believe him. For the first time in weeks I know: I don’t need to carry the burden of my loss on my own anymore, I’m safe.

please note that not everyone’s experiences with anxiety and ptsd are the same! the way that i’ve written this imagine is loosely based off of how i’ve experienced some of my panic attacks and ptsd so please refrain from making any shitty comments xxx

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