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loupy-mongoose · 5 months

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This part is long, so I'm banishing it to the Read More zone. XD

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Crap...

Akoya roused at the sound of the word. Slowly the events of the previous day replayed in her mind.

It was real...

The blue Mew stretched beside Randy with a sigh. Telepathically she chided him. Careful, Love. Lav was in here when I went to sleep.

She saw his hands lower from his face as he turned his head, looking around. He groaned and sat up. She rolled onto her stomach, noticing the pile of blankets and pillows in the corner. It seemed too flat to be containing the little Mewtwo. Her psychic senses confirmed it.

They were alone.

Randy sat on the edge of the bed for a while. Akoya could sense waves shimmering from him as his mind woke up.

Finally he leaned on an arm, rubbing his face with a drawn out sigh.

His voice was exhausted.

I don't know what I'm going to do, Akoya.

Akoya floated up and leaned her arms on his shoulder.

He knew Mo. I owe it to him to tell him that M... That Mo is... ...gone... Right?

Do you want me to tell him?

He sighed again. ...No... No, I... I think I should... I'll... I'll get there...

Akoya nuzzled his cheek. She wished she could take this from him. So, so badly.

I never expected we'd meet someone who knew Mo... Let alone a human...

I know...

They sat quietly, neither feeling like talking really. Finally, Randy sighed once more and found his cane at the foot of the bed. He grabbed it and stood up.

Well... Guess I better find him and... see if I can start... something...

Akoya, now gripping his shoulder as to not fall, gave him a comforting lick. I'm with you, Love.

He paused for a moment, before lifting his hand and stroking her face gently. She responded with a purr, which brought a smile to her friend's face.

Together they left the room.

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It wasn't long before Randy could hear chatter between Lav and this stranger they'd met yesterday. He sighed again, sure it was far from the last time.

He felt as if his sleep had done him no good. As if he'd fallen out of a nightmare, only to wake back into it.

He followed the voices into the kitchen. There he found Fuji and Lavender preparing something to bake. Cookies, by the look of it. They were obviously having fun together, and he couldn't help smiling a bit at his daughter's joy.

Soon the little Mewtwo turned to him. Randy noticed he could feel her energy waver a bit, but she still had a gleam in her eyes.

Fuji, too, looked at him. Ah, good morning, Akoya, Randall!

Randy partially lifted a hand in a tired greeting. Morning...

The blue Mew hovered off of his shoulder. Good morning!

Fuji's eyes met Randy's, and he felt his blood chill again, remembering what he had to explain. Blinking, he looked away. R-Randy's fine, by the way...

The older man must have noticed his discomfort. He cleared his throat. Well then, Randy, Akoya. Can I make you something to eat? Lav here tells me you don't like cookies, but those aren't the only option! I could whip us up some omelets. I have some Chansey eggs that I can use!

Lav gasped. Chansey egg omelets?? Oooo, I wanna try that!

Randy looked at her, glad to see her that happy finally. You sure? You don't normally like omelets.

I like Chansey eggs~

Randy felt an unexpected wave of emotion sweep through him. The happy squeak in her voice, along with her little smile and the sparks of pure joy in her eyes... He had to fight back tears.

Was it fair to long for those days...?

Alright! You all get comfy. I'll get those ready in a jiffy!

Are you sure you don't mind us being in our Mew fo-- She glanced at Lav. Uh... and Mewtwo... forms, Mr. Fuji?

Fuji smiled at her. Not at all, my dear! Take whatever form you're most comfortable in! I'll clean the table later, if you need to walk on it for whatever reason.

The Lindens and Fuji sat at his table. Randy poked at the omelet in front of him, eyeing the nearby saltshaker.

MmmmmmMMMMM!! This is so GOOD!!

The little Mewtwo shoveled her food into her mouth. Randy chuckled a little at her. Despite the good memories associated, he wasn't much a fan of the flavor of Chansey eggs. Still, nothing a little salt couldn't fix.

Akoya gave him a look as he sprinkled copious amounts of the seasoning on his food. Have a little egg with your salt, Love...

He handed the shaker to her, ignoring her snide remark. You might want some. They're a little sweet.

Akoya thought for a moment, before taking it.

After a short while of them eating, Fuji cleared his throat again. He interlaced his fingers together and placed his hands on the table, a serious expression on his face.

I'm sure you're aware I have questions... And I'm guessing you do too.

Randy locked eyes with the man, suddenly feeling lost for words. Once more, he sighed. A nod of the head was the only response he could muster.

Akoya stepped toward their host on the tabletop. You'll have to forgive our hesitancy, Mr. Fuji. Our answers aren't fun ones. Especially for him. She nodded toward her husband.

Randy smiled to the blue Mew, his heart warmed by her support. He took a deep breath, let it out, and met Fuji's eyes steadily.

Mo...

Mo is gone...

Fuji was still for a moment, before nodding with a sigh of his own. ...Okay... I'm sorry to hear it... If I may ask... If you know... How... How did it happen?

Randy felt a chill go down his back. This was it.

Well... He... He gave up his memories...

Fuji's eyebrows rose before lowering questioningly. His memories?

Randy stood from his chair, feeling the strange heat of Transform envelope his body. In a flash, he was a Mew, floating over the table.

This... This is Mo's body... He took Randy's memories... my memories... To let me live. At least... I think that's what happened... I don't very well remember that moment...

They both went quiet, Mr. Fuji's eyes swimming with this new information.

What was it he saved you from?

...He and I went to destroy some computers... And they exploded... He shuddered, and Akoya floated over to touch his shoulder reassuringly. I... I remember being pinned down... and fire... ... And talking with Mo... I don't remember what was said... But the next thing I remember was waking up in a whole other region.

I spent the next four years believing that, somehow, I had... that Randy had escaped the fire... But he hadn't...

...Not his body, at least...

Fuji sat staring at his clasped hands, his eyes unreadable, before speaking. He voice was soft and full of sympathy. Four years... And obviously you figured out what happened... That must have been a shock.

The three feline Pokemon exchanged glances, reliving the torturous discovery in their minds.

Yeah... Randy nodded, feeling his energy reaching its limit. Yeah... A shock that refuses to dissipate...

The group went silent. Randy let himself come to a rest on the table, the comforting touch of his wife beside him never leaving his side. He struggled to keep his mind blank, afraid that any train of thought could lead him down the wrong path.

Finally, Mr. Fuji let out a sigh and straightened in his seat. His eyes met Randy's exhausted ones. It's clearly taken a toll on you, and I can't say I blame you for that. To be the mind of one being in the body of another... I can't imagine how that must feel... He smiled sadly. If I may... you seem to have done well with his gift.

Randy paused a moment before turning to Akoya, meeting her warm sapphire eyes, and catching Lav's amethyst ones as well.

Done well with his gift...?

He couldn't deny that was at least partially true.

The twins flashed briefly through his mind, warming his heart. He could tell by the smile in her eyes that Akoya was thinking the same.

Yeah...

There was a lot to love in his life...

If only he could feel like he deserved it...

So, it's... Fuji leaned his head on his interlaced fingers. It's safe to say then, that by all means... Mo has passed away.

Randy's mind flooded with a torrent of thoughts from the last five years. Thoughts of the wars waged against his doubt. Times he beat himself up for his stupid actions back then that led to this mess he was in. The battles lost where he ended his day feeling as if he didn't deserve to be alive.

Even now, he wondered... How much was he truly Randall...?

Frozen by the force of the thoughts, he didn't answer.

And as she had so many times, Akoya answered for him.

Yes...

The word was an unexpected stab to his heart.

Mo has passed.

Randy's tried to find his memories, but... He never could.

And he feels like Randy, energy speaking.

Mo isn't there anymore.

Randy looked down, suddenly unable to meet the gentle man's eyes. His head was hurting, and the sweet smell of the baking cookies didn't help.

He hovered off of the table and returned to his human form, startled to feel his legs jolt in protest when he steadied on the floor. He leaned on his cane, his head whirling and pounding.

M-May I go for a walk? I need some fresh air... I need to try to... to sort my thoughts...

Fuji nodded. Of course! I understand... It sound's like a very rough situation to figure out. I don't blame you at all for needing time. If you can wait a moment, I can get you some tea for your walk.

For a second, Randy considered skipping it. But some tea sounded lovely right now... Okay... I'm going to step out to wait, though... These cookies are getting to me.

Akoya floated toward him, coming close to his face. Do you want me to come with you?

Randy shook his head. No... I want to be alone... He gave her a small but genuine smile. I'll be alright. You keep Lav company, okay? He took her tiny hand in his fingers and gave it a gentle kiss.

In return she butted her head against his, purring. Okay. She licked his forehead. I love you, Randy.

I love you too, Akoya.

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somedaylazysomeday · 2 months

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Misbehaving - Part Four

Cody is finally back in town! Unfortunately, his timing coincides with Mother Nature.

Commander Cody x fem!reader

Rating: Explicit. Minors, do not interact.

Word Count: 5,100

Warnings: Discussions of menstrual cycles and accompanying discomfort, dom/sub undertones, period sex, blindfolds, minor dirty talk, fingering, unprotected sex.

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You liked to consider yourself an optimist.

Sure, sometimes things happened that didn’t quite match up with the way you thought they should. There were always bad days and missed opportunities, but for the most part, things worked out.

A grand and ironic exception, of course, was that you had gotten your period just days before your boyfriend would finally be back on the same planet. You were still struggling to put an optimistic spin on that particular situation.

I’ll be there in ten minutes.

The message was glaring up at you from the screen of your comlink. You hadn’t told Cody what was going on, and you weren’t exactly sure why. He was familiar enough with human biology to know that most females had a menstrual cycle and it wasn’t exactly something he could hold against you.

Still, some combination of irritation and denial had kept you from telling him outright. It was going to be a terrible surprise, you thought morosely, especially given that he liked to be welcomed home between your thighs.

Two sharp knocks on the door sounded and you glanced over at the chrono. Yep, ten minutes from the holomessage, almost to the second. You hauled yourself up from the couch, grimacing at the way gravity pulled on everything between your legs.

When you opened the door, Cody was standing there. He was proper as always, helmet under one arm and warmth filling his dark eyes. “Ma’am. May I come in?”

It was the typical playacting you did when he came over. Cody had insisted on it for ‘plausible deniability’ reasons. You had tried explaining to him that your neighbors weren’t the kind to watch arrivals through peepholes, but he wouldn’t listen. It was very Cody - when he decided on something, nothing short of a GAR command could make him change his mind. (Even then, he would probably want to debate.)

“Yeah,” you agreed, leaning against the wall. Not only did it move you slightly out of his way, but it also took some pressure off your aching spine.

It was a less elaborate welcome than you usually offered, and Cody’s brow twitched before he stepped inside. The door slid shut automatically behind him, leaving the two of you in sudden privacy.

“Good to see you, mesh’la,” Cody greeted, hands sliding around your waist. You still felt bloated, but the warmth of his hands was soothing. “You look beautiful.”

You snorted before you could help it. You hadn’t felt like putting on anything flattering, especially since you had bled on the last two pairs of pants you had worn. That meant you were dressed in clothes that were one wash away from being tossed into a garbage chute, and at least two sizes too big.

“I’m a mess right now.”

Cody smiled at you, shaking his head. “Doesn’t matter. I’ve never seen anything more perfect.”

You couldn’t bring yourself to reply. He was being nice, painfully nice, but you felt so terrible that being called perfect only made you think about how far from perfect you felt.

Cody’s eyes searched your face. Whatever he found there made his smile fade, which made you feel even worse. “What’s wrong, sweetheart? You look upset.”

“I’m-” You took a breath, trying not to let yourself cry. “I’m not having a good day.”

“Tell me what I can do to make it better.”

It came out like an order, and you bit your lip. You weren’t sure if you would have said something rude or burst out in tears, but neither option were how you wanted the evening to go.

“Change the laws of nature?” Your suggestion made Cody’s head tilt slightly. You scrubbed at your face. “I’m sorry. I’m on my period right now and it’s not fun. Not your fault and I don’t mean to take it out on you.”

“Hey, don’t worry about that,” Cody soothed. “Why don’t you sit back down. Where does it hurt?”

“It doesn’t hurt, not anymore,” you told him. “I had some cramps right before everything started, and the first two days are always awful, but now it’s just blood and bloat and misery.”

Cody urged you back over toward the couch, and you settled into the tangle of blankets you had surrounded yourself with before he got there. The apartment was a mess, now that you took a moment to look around. You were a mess, why would your home be any different? “I’m sorry, Cody.”

“You’ve already apologized once, and that was one time more than necessary,” he replied, settling onto the couch beside you. “What are you apologizing for, mesh’la?”

“I just-” Your eyes watered again as you tried to verbalize it. “I know this isn’t how you wanted to spend your leave.”

“Don’t worry about that.” Cody seemed utterly unbothered, but how could he be? He had been looking forward to this just as much as you were. “We’re on leave for the better part of a week. We have time. Besides, the galaxy isn’t going to fall to pieces just because we won’t have sex tonight.”

The finality of that made your chest ache. You were tired and your self-esteem was low, but the hormones were also whirling around inside of you. Most of them were going toward making you mildly irrational, but there were enough left over to make you lonely and long to be filled.

“I was really looking forward to being with you,” you whined, still trying not to cry. “I missed you so much. In more ways than one.”

Cody smiled, leaning in to kiss your forehead. “I know, sweetheart, and that means everything to me. But I want you happy and comfortable. If that means that we don’t sleep together tonight, I’m fine with that.”

“It’s not that I don’t want to…” You hiccuped. “It’s that I’m… You know…”

“Does it hurt?” he asked with a frown.

“No, but-” You cut off, frowning. Had you missed something? It certainly seemed like you had. “I’m still bleeding. And not just a little bit.”

Cody paused, eyes searching your expression. Whatever he found there, his brow smoothed. Carefully, he said, “You know, I don’t mind a bit of blood. If you want to be together, I’m happy to-”

“Ugh,” you interrupted, aghast. “You would want to fuck me on my period?”

“Not if you don’t want me to. But yes, I want you. Like I said, I’m not worried about a little blood.”

“What if it’s not just a little?” you asked, heart picking up. “My period isn’t light.”

Cody shrugged. “And? Point is, mesh’la, my plans don’t need to change if you don’t want them to.”

You thought about it for a long moment. You didn’t love the idea of having sex on your period, but not because of any real reason. It had always just seemed like a taboo. But if you wanted Cody and Cody wanted you… Well, it seemed silly to turn him away because of some outdated societal norms.

“And you’re sure it doesn’t bother you?”

Since he had already said as much in several different ways, you wouldn’t have blamed Cody if he’d gotten impatient or sarcastic with you, but he didn’t. Instead, he was patient and steady as ever as he reassured, “No, it doesn’t bother me. I want to be with you.”

You melted, leaning in with your face tipped up to his so he could kiss you more easily. And he did, pressing his smiling lips to yours until you were well and truly lost in it. All of your worried and inhibitions had disappeared from your mind… until Cody’s wandering hands crept between your thighs and pressed against the thick pad you were wearing.

Suddenly, horrified embarrassment filled you. Did he think it was weird that you were wearing a pad instead of a tampon? How long had it been since you’d changed it? What if you smelled bad? What if you had a blood clot when he was trying to fuck you?

You broke away from him, hiding your face against his shoulder. “I don’t know if I can do this.”

Apparently, Cody understood the muffled question immediately, since he didn’t ask you to repeat yourself. “Why?”

It was a fair question, and you searched yourself to get an honest answer. “The blood might not bother you, but I think it bothers me.”

Cody was quiet for a moment. “What if I blindfold you?”

“What?” The question was unexpected enough to jar you out of your self-consciousness, and you pulled back to stare at him.

Your lover looked calm and helpful, not at all the expression you would have expected from someone who just offered to blindfold you. Granted, you and Cody had done far more adventurous things in your time together…

“I can blindfold you,” he repeated. “If you want to fuck but don’t like the idea of seeing the blood, a blindfold can make sure we’re good. You can get the relief you want without worrying about the drawbacks. I won’t force you, I’m just saying it’s an option.”

Your pussy gave a throb at the idea of being stretched by him, and you did your best to ignore the trickle of blood that left you. “I think that would be perfect.”

Cody’s smile was beatific, and he squeezed your hand as he stood. “Give me a second to get everything set up and I’ll meet you in the bedroom.”

You watched him leave. You didn’t love that he was wearing shoes and full armor in your apartment, but you couldn’t help but admire the way his boots gave a hint of strut to his step. Besides, if he could make you forget about your general misery, you would gladly clean the floor and call it a fair trade.

While Cody was working in your bedroom, you occupied yourself in straightening up the living room. Food wrappers went in the waste can, your glass of water went in the sink, and you managed to fold two blankets before you decided it wasn’t worth the effort.

“Cody?” you asked, with a soft knock on the door to your bedroom. “Are you-? Wow.”

Cody turned to look at you over his own shoulder. He studied the towel he had laid out on the bed, frowning. “Is this not okay? I can choose a different one. I just thought the color-”

“It’s fine,” you assured him. The dark purple towel had seen better days, so even if you couldn’t remove any stains, it was no big loss. Besides, you would sacrifice every towel you owned if Cody would just let you take a holoimage of him like this.

Your lover had stripped off half of his body glove, leaving it to hang from his waist while his upper body was on full display. The lamp on the bedside table had been turned down low, and the dim light played beautifully against the swells and dips of his muscular arms and torso. He had pulled pillows and additional blankets to surround the towel, clearly intent on making you as comfortable as possible, and a silk scarf from your closet was neatly folded on the bedside table, ready to be used as a blindfold.

“Everything look okay, mesh’la?” Cody asked.

You suddenly realized you had been staring, and nodded to break the spell he had unknowingly cast over you. “Looks fine to me.”

Cody held out a hand, half-kneeling on the bed already. “Then the only thing missing is you. Ready?”

You had already taken his hand when you balked. “Actually, I should use the ‘fresher…”

“Do you need to use the refresher?” he asked.

“Well, no…” you hedged. “But I could probably do with a little cleanup before we get started.”

“If that’s what you need to feel comfortable.”

You retreated to the refresher attached to your room and did what you could to freshen yourself up, but your period was still heavy enough that you weren’t going to stay clean for more than a few minutes at best.

“Feeling better?” Cody asked when you joined him in the bedroom once more.

“Nervous.”

He frowned then. “Nervous? What are you nervous about?”

“That you’re going to be grossed out,” you answered hesitantly. “If you are, it’s fine. We can just stop. You know that, right?”

Cody nodded, his mouth pressed into a grim line. It was only when he started speaking that you realized it was held that way to fight back a smile. “Yes, sweet girl. I know that. I can also promise that I know what I’m getting into. This is hardly the first time I’ve been with someone who’s on their cycle.”

You blinked. That… was something you had never considered. And it did make you feel better. You didn’t love thinking of Cody with other people, but if he had done this before, he probably wasn’t going to run screaming at the first sight of blood.

Whether or not you would was still up for debate.

Your shoulders settled. “Okay, I’m ready.”

Cody nodded. His hand extended out again, and this time, you took it. He drew you gently toward the bed, helping you position yourself when you laid down. Your hips were centered on the towel while your shoulders were well-supported by the pillows Cody had arranged for you.

When he joined you, Cody was careful not to rest any of his weight on you. Instead, he lay stretched out beside you, supporting himself on one arm as he leaned in to kiss you. You relaxed into that kiss, the tension leaving your muscles even faster than it had before. One hand rose without your permission, cradling Cody’s jaw and toying with the near-invisible stubble you found there.

Cody gave a satisfied little sigh at the feeling of your fingers on his skin, kissing you deeper. Simultaneously, he let himself explore you with the hand he wasn’t using to support himself.

You were fine - eager, even - when his touch traced along your collarbone, but you tensed when he reached your sensitive breasts. However, Cody was as gentle as ever. He cradled the weight of each breast in his hand in turn, brushing your nipples with the edge of his thumb. When he continued working downward, however, you found it impossible to stay relaxed.

His fingers had just crept under the waistband of your pants when you tensed, breaking the kiss. “Cody?”

“I know, mesh’la,” Cody soothed you. He removed his hand, reaching for the bedside table. When he turned fully back toward you, he was holding your silk scarf. “Are you ready for me to blindfold you, sweet girl?”

“Yes.” You weren’t, but you trusted Cody with every part of you. Even your sight.

That was probably why you were so nervous about this, you reflected, watching the silken material grow closer until you had to close your eyes against it. For all of the ways you and Cody had experimented with limitations - restraints, certain forms of address, even some minor breath play - you had never given up a sense with him. No matter what had been happening between you, you had always been able to clearly see it coming.

You were smiling despite yourself when Cody finished tying the material behind your head. Perhaps it was only your imagination, but you swore you could feel him pause when he sat back. “What is it?”

“Just…” You paused, trying to articulate it. “It’s funny - all the things we’ve done together and being blindfolded is the first time I think I’ve been truly nervous.”

“Nervous?” Cody repeated. Out of the darkness, something brushed your cheek and you jumped violently. “Sorry, sweetheart. I didn’t mean to scare you. How do we make you feel more in control? Maybe you should tell me what I can do and when.”

It was a clever solution, but it also sounded like it would take a lot of effort, and you weren’t sure you had the mental capacity at the moment. “Maybe you could tell me what you’re going to do before or while you’re doing it?”

“I can do that, and you can tell me if you need me to stop or to touch you differently,” he assured, thumb brushing the top of your cheekbone. “I’m going to kiss you now.”

You were smiling when Cody’s lips pressed against yours. The kiss was clumsy at first, and you blamed your fumbling on the fact that you couldn’t see him drawing closer to you. But soon enough, the two of you fell into a steady, comfortable rhythm.

When you felt a touch against the top of your mound, you jumped and Cody pulled away to bite out a curse. “Sorry, mesh’la. I already got distracted. I won’t forget again.”

“It’s okay,” you reassured, but Cody wasn’t having it.

“No, these are the rules for this session. I won’t forget again.” The promise was delivered from much closer than he had been before, and you could feel the heat of Cody’s breath against your throat. “I’m going to touch you.”

That time, you expected the brush of Cody’s fingers. Even with the way he was mouthing down the side of your neck, you couldn’t keep a frown from your face. Everything was about to become very real.

He explored along the edge of the pad you were wearing, making you squirm at the warmth of his touch. When he had traced down and between your legs, Cody’s voice rumbled into the very bones of your shoulder. “You ready for me to take these off, princess?”

You nodded. Apparently, Cody wasn’t going to make you answer him verbally. All he said in response was, “Lay back for me.”

As you did as Cody asked, there was a slight tugging sensation at your waistline. Cody prompted, “Lift your hips for me and we can get started.”

After so much time obeying Cody’s orders in the bedroom, your body wasn’t exactly waiting for your input. Your hips raised automatically, helping him ease your underwear down your legs. It was gone, then, and you were jarred by the realization that you had no idea if he had placed them next to you or thrown them across the room.

“Did you put those somewhere they won’t be smearing blood on the floor?” you asked. Did it threaten the mood? Yes, but so would having to scrub dried blood out of your carpet later.

“Of course,” Cody assured you, pressing a kiss to your hip. “Relax. Let me take care of everything. Do you trust me?”

“Always.”

“Good girl.” Another kiss to your hip, then a third on the swell of your lower stomach.

“Cody?” you asked. A light hum answered you. You would have felt ridiculous, but you could feel his breath on the part of you where your belly turned into your mound. “If you use your mouth on me, I’m going to throw up.”

A pause. “At the feeling or the idea?”

“The idea, mostly.”

“Then I won’t,” Cody agreed. From the sound of his voice, he had moved further up your body. “I am going to use my fingers on you, though. Non-negotiable. I want to do some extra prep work with you on your cycle.”

You nodded again. You knew better than to argue with Cody when he was using that tone of voice. It wouldn’t get you anywhere and would just end with you both being frustrated. As a peace offering, you parted your thighs for him. The slight roughness of the towel until your bare hips was odd, but all you could focus on was that Cody was probably staring at your core.

“Are you ready for me to start touching your pussy?”

This isn’t dirty talk, you reminded yourself. Cody’s just trying to keep communication open and effective. Apparently, that didn’t matter to your brain, which insisted on classifying the question as being flirty and daring. You were already blooming for him when you nodded.

“Let me hear that pretty voice, sweetheart.”

Well, that certainly didn’t help anything. You had to swallow hard before you trusted yourself to say, “Yes, I’m ready.”

There was a pause, just long enough to make you wonder whether Cody was going to make you repeat him verbatim before he would move on. Thankfully, he took pity on you and brushed fingertips across your slit.

Your breath caught in your throat, hips canting upward as if you could find his fingers and force him into you. The sudden, savage surge of want surprised you. The neediness that came with your cycle was nothing new, but faced with the prospect of having those needs met - and met far better than your fingers or toys could manage - was driving your body to previously unknown levels of desperation.

“That feel good, princess?”

You wanted to laugh at the idea that he even had to ask, but all you could manage was a dry sounding, “Yes.”

“Then let me give you a little more.”

Cody’s stroke was firmer that time, working his way from the bottom of your sex to the hood of your clit. It managed to feel even more dazzling than the first touch had, and you gave a soft moan. That was unusually desperate for you, confirmed by the disbelief in Cody’s low chuckle.

“My poor little mesh’la needed this even more than I realized,” he mused. “Enough teasing, yeah?”

The tips of his fingers were at your entrance the next moment, though only one of them pushed inside of you. You were eager for more, but had to admit that one finger felt formidable. The sheer amount of lubrication coating your channel and lips helped ease the way, and you stubbornly refused to think about what else could be causing that wetness.

Cody worked you slowly with that single finger, patiently petting and stretching you until your inner muscles relaxed enough for him to slip in a second one. You huffed out a breath at the stretch.

What you hadn’t expected was that being blindfolded forced you to focus more on your other senses. You could feel Cody moving inside of you, of course, but you also felt the way his knuckles occasionally brushed up against your lips. You could hear how wet you were, but also that Cody occasionally held his breath as he watched you take him ever-deeper. His body lay warm against the length of your left leg, and you grabbed his forearm simply to feel the way the muscles and tendons worked as he stretched you.

Your introspection was cut off when Cody pushed a third finger into you. Your mouth dropped open, a keening noise escaping you as the stretch rapidly went from shocking to uncomfortable to intense to orgasmic. Before you could even begin to warn him, you were tightening around Cody’s fingers and blindly panting out your orgasm.

When the roaring in your ears faded, Cody was still stroking into you. His motions had slowed significantly, but the steady push-pull of his fingers was threatening to build you right back into another orgasm.

“Cody, please,” you begged, limbs too lax to pull him away.

“What do you need, sweetheart?” Cody asked. His hand slowed even further, but he didn’t entirely stop.

“You.” It came out in a gasp, but clear enough to be understood.

“Always so perfect for me.” Cody’s fingers pulled free of you, and you heard the unmistakable sound of him taking off the rest of his body glove. “Do you need anything else from me before I-?”

“No,” you interrupted hastily. “Please, Cody, I just need-”

“Shh… I know what you need, sweet girl.” Your thighs were pushed wider - wide enough to accommodate him between them. A blunted head prodded at your entrance and you canted your hips. Cody’s hands closed around your hips, holding you steady. “Be patient. I don’t want to push you into going faster than you should.”

You sobbed out a breath as he slowly speared into you. Cody was gracefully proportioned, but some magic of your period or the blindfold - or a combination of both - made you feel his length more intensely than you could remember feeling before. He was sinking into your channel at an achingly slow pace, but that just seemed to emphasize the way he stretched you, forcing you wide around him.

When he bottomed out in you, you froze at the intensity of the full feeling in your lower belly. If you could have removed your hands from his shoulders, you would have pressed them to your stomach. You wondered if you could have felt him lodged in your guts.

But instead, you clung to Cody. Your fingernails bit into his skin as you used him as both a source of solidity and a handle so that you could move more freely. Your feet were still resting on the mattress, giving you the leverage you needed to push your hips up, and you ground your pelvis against him.

Cody’s grip loosened enough to let you do it, then tightened again as he groaned. “You’re killing me, mesh’la.”

“I’m killing you?” you asked, disbelievingly. “Cody, please, I need you to start moving or I’m going to explode.”

“Fine,” he agreed. “But you’ll tell me if it’s too much?”

“I promise.”

Cody took you at your word. He pinned your hips to the bed and started to move. He couldn’t seem to decide whether he wanted to use long, pounding strokes or shorter, deeper ones. He ended up with a combination of both, which you found both hard to anticipate and intensely sexy.

You couldn’t stay quiet under the onslaught of pleasure. Admittedly, you weren’t trying very hard, but neither was Cody. He was making his opinions clear, a combination of curses, moans, and praises falling from him. The only time either of you were quiet was when one or the other had initiated a kiss.

Cody panted above you and you picked up on the particularly desperate rasp of it. He was close. That was perfect, since you were also close, but you wanted to see him.

“Cody,” you said. Cody groaned your name in response, and you realized you needed to be more specific. “Cody, wait.”

He froze halfway inside of you. “What is it? Do you need to stop?”

“No, I just need you to take off my blindfold.”

There was a beat of silence. “Are you sure? What about the blood?”

Something in your chest shrank at the reminder that you were on your period and that the scene between your legs probably looked a lot more graphically violent than you had been imagining. Even so, you nodded. “I won’t look. I want to see you. That matters more to me than making sure I don’t see the blood.”

“Give me a moment, sweetness,” Cody requested. The next thing you felt was the gentle brush of his fingers against the back of your head, then the scarf was lifting away from your face. You studied Cody’s face eagerly, taking in every expression and line.

You didn’t realize you had a lovesick smile on your face until Cody returned the expression. With a gentle brush of your fingers over his cheek, you said, “There you are.”

Cody nuzzled into your hand - an oddly sweet gesture considered he was balls deep inside of you. “Better?”

“Much,” you agreed, rolling your hips experimentally. The brief pause hadn’t killed the mood entirely, and the fire in your blood roared back to life. “Mmmm… I’m close.”

“Me, too.” Cody withdrew partially from you, pushing back in before pulling out a little further, then doing it again. Eventually, he was thrusting into you with luxurious, full-length strokes that almost seemed to be stroking your insides. Every move managed to brush against your g-spot both when he was pushing in and when he was pulling out, and it wasn’t long before you were panting once more.

“Cody!”

Cody pressed his forehead to yours, filling your entire field of vision as your body shattered for the second time that evening. It felt indescribably different to squeeze your internal muscles around his cock rather than his fingers, and the thought crossed your mind that you could happily come around him for eternity. Of course, the pleasure would probably kill you rather quickly, so ‘eternity’ wouldn’t be that long.

He continued to thrust into you, bucking harder and faster and deeper and stronger until your orgasm stretched long enough to have been your second, third, and maybe your fourth. Cody’s hips lost their rhythm, his brow furrowed, and at last he tore himself from you.

On the rare occasions when Cody didn’t fill you up, you liked to watch him come. There was something so powerful about it, so primal and compelling. But you were still dealing with the aftermath of your extended orgasm, the pleasurable aftershocks, and the inevitable weakness in your muscles that came after a really good time with Cody.

Dampness seeped down from your inner thigh, dripping onto the towel beneath you as Cody’s hand squeezed the large muscle that lined the top of your thigh. “...Fuck.”

You managed a laugh at the harshness of his curse. “You okay?”

“I think I saw the galaxy for a second there.” Cody let out a shuddering breath. “You’re always amazing, but that was entirely different.”

“It was a lot more intense than usual,” you agreed. “Maybe you were right about period sex.”

“Not exactly what I meant, mesh’la,” Cody told you. You glanced at him, surprised that he wasn’t indulging in even a bit of gloating. “You were so strong. I know you weren’t sure about trying it, but I’m glad you did. It was very brave of you. Thank you for trusting me.”

There were a dozen things you wanted to say: that you would always trust him, that there was no one else you could be as confident with, that it was you who should be thanking him. But you settled for a nod, deciding not to try speaking past the lump in your throat.

In lieu of words, you tugged Cody upward until you could kiss him. He would understand everything you wanted to say.

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Author's Note - At this moment, I don't have anything more planned for these two. But every now and again, I'll stumble into an idea that's too perfect not to use, so I won't say never!

Thanks for reading!

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zuffer-weird-girl · 1 year

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Hi! This is the previous anon here! I would like to ask for the angst to fluff with chi saki if youre up for it! Maybe Angel gets pregnant and shes scared the Kai will want to get rid of it when she really wants to have it so she leaves out of fear and kai has to go find her and find out why she left, and maybe possibly Pops already knows because why wouldnt Angel trust him like that😅 Thank you again! You're writings incredible! happy holidays and New Years!

Love this

"No..." You breathed out... your chest seemed like it was physically contracting each second it passed.

Picking the toilet paper with shaking hands, you started to roll up the test so you could throw it out right at the bottom of the trashcan of the house.

"That must be a wrong positive... it must be..." You whispered in panick as you started to almost ran our of the house to go to the nearest pharmacy possible.

"Hey what's the rush for?" You froze. Of course Pops had to spot you... Pops out of all people.

"Not feeling well. I will be back soon." You smiled politely.

You didn't bother to explain to the elder what you were feeling as he frowned at your clear desperation.

You muffled your screams of anguish on your hands... the tears falling down at a rapid speed down your face.

It wouldn't be possible for five tests of pregnancy to be a false positive. Just couldn't.

Now what the hell are you suppose to do now? Chisaki and you didn't even discussed about marriage, let alone kids even..

How could this happen? You two were always so carefull.. Kai was a germiphobic dear God...

You couldn't believe this...

You angrily picked all the test and ran out of the house once again to throw them on the trash as you still cried and cried all you could not even bothering if you were in the middle of the street.

You gripped on your temples until you flinched at a hand gripping on your shoulder.

"How about we go inside for a bit?" The elder spoke with a serious expression.

"Oh my god..." the man almost dropped his tea cup as you cried even more on your hands as you doubled over on your seat. "I thought you two were-"

"WE WERE!" You shouted before widening your eyes at seeing what you had just done "I-Im so so sorry b-but i-"

"Calm down kid, calm down kid." The elder put the cup down on the coffee table "Is ok. We will figurine this out-"

"No... we won't. Kai might end up demanding for me to have an ab-"

"No. No. No. He won't and even he dares to do that I won't allow it. Well, I mean, it's your choice so-"

"I don't want to! But he won't!" You cried "Kai always hated being around kids, we never even talked about that!"

"My dear... Chisaki can be difficult but trust me, my boy right there loves you. He wouldn't dare to just leave you because of that or make you do something you don't want to."

You pondered over his words and exhaled shakily...

"Promise me you won't tell a thing to him pops... please... let me at least tell him that."

The old man frowned and brought you to a hug as you cried your eyes out on his shoulder as you felt his hand rub up and down your back.

"My dear you have my word."

You wanted this kid... you had decided.

But did he..?

You peeked over your cellphone at your boyfriend on the other side if the room, speaking with Chrono as you two exchanged a glance.

"-Then the kid bumped and Rappa dropped with the good. I'm so sorry about that."

"Nasty brat." He muttered after exchanging glances with you... while you felt your heart drop to your stomach.

Yeah... he didn't.

You couldn't make him a father... he didn't wanted that... how about the kid? You would have rather die than bring a kid to this world with a father that treated him so horribly...

No... this wouldn't do.

Would be tough? Totally.

But you made up your mind.

"(Y/n)?" He opened the door of the room "I know our budget is not currently; for now; the best, but I thought maybe we-" he stopped himself in mid-sentence as he looked around the room.

Where were your things? That stupid plague plushie couple thing you bought him with your own money wasn't in the nightstand nor in the bed.

"What the-" he opened the wardrobe abruptly to find no possessions of you in there... it looked like you didn't even existed.

He left the room in a rush as he accidentally bumped onto Pops.

"Pops..." he bowed a bit as he looked around.

"Chisaki you are pale."

"Have you seen (Y/n)? I can't find her. And her clothes, possessions are no where to be seen..."

Pops for a second widened his Grey eyes to sigh with a hand scratching the back of his neck.

"You know don't you?" The young man almost growled and the elder sighed once again... he wasn't being paid enough for this. "Pops. Where. Is. My. Girlfriend?"

The man looked dead in the eye back at Chisaki before mentioning for him to sit down.

You looked up at the door of your room being knocked... weird. The nice old lady already came to change your sheets.

When you opened the door you weren't exactly prepared to catch your boyfriend, only on his casual clothes staring right back at your soul. You swore you felt your heart stopping when he entered without a word.

"K-Kai I..."

"Pops said you left because you had something to tell me... and that you were afraid of my reaction." He spoke nonchantly.

Oh God you knew that voice... he was hurt but so pissed off at the same time.

"Is not something... according to our plans... you said it yourself that a goal without a plan is called a delusion." You mumbled, hugging yourself as he stood in front of you with a unreadable expression.

".... go on." He muttered, crossing his arms over his chest.

"I... I..." You exhaled shakily "I'm... I'm pregnant."

His eyes widened. Chisaki's usually serious and nonchantly golden eyes opened wide at your words and that did not made you any less nervous.

"I swear I don't know how!" You cried "I really don't know Kai! B-But I can't! I can't get rid of them! I don't know how far am I to be honest but.... I just can't... I'm sorry.." You lowered your head down as the tears fell like a waterfall.

The silence was dreading and you just couldn't take it anymore... although, the moment you went to open the door to ask him to get out he finally reacted...

"You're right. I did say a goal without a plan is a delusion.... but you weren't on my goals before either." You widened your eyes at him grabbing your wrist gently even though he had no emotion clear on his face.

"I never planned on having a partner... but you came. And accepted who I am despite who am I connected with and my flaws... and I... truly have the deepest feelings I could ever have for you. You're literally the light of my life full of darkness.

"Where are you going with all of that?" You blinked the tears away as you watched his Adam apple bop up and down.

"I was... planning to do this on a more... sophisticated matter." He showed you a red velvet box as you widened your eyes "But it seems things had escaped through my knowledge once again."

"Kai... I..."

"I'm not going to demand you to abort this child. I'm not using a engagement ring as a bride for you to do it either. I may not be good with kids, but whatever they're going to be they are not just going to be a simple brat. Is gonna be yours and mine.... I thought a lot about this. If you aren't either to a commitment, I will understand." His gloved hands gently grabbed onto your fingers as he stared at you.

" I can't promise I will he the best parent out there... but what I can promise is that I truly and deeply care for you... and I care for them now. I will put my pride and arrogance asides for you my dear, so you can choose what will you do now. But I will be by your side still... after all, is not easy to get away from a yakuza."

You giggled and he finally felt he could breathe again.

"Look at you. Already cracking jokes.." You wiped your tears away as he lowered his mask down to peck your lips.

"... what joke?"

#overhaul x reader #chisaki kai x reader #overhaul #chisaki kai #bnha villains x reader #bnha villains #zuffer writings

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violet-stormbringer · 3 days

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4 for the song fic meme?

Song fics! // Acceptin'!

The Girl who stole The Stars- Chrono Cross OST

“Hey, Gil.” Aya, one of Gil’s lab partners, spoke up as the two of them worked on their latest project. “You got a twin, yeah?”

“Eh? Oh, y’mean Ras? Yeah, what about her?” Gil responded, not even looking up as he tinkered with said project.

“Can you tell me about her? I’m an only child myself, no idea what it’d be like to have a sister or a brother.”

Gil paused at that, finally looking up at Aya, meeting their gaze with his crimson stare. “...You uh, you sure? I could go on for days about her.”

“Yeah, go for it! It ain’t like we’ve got much to do, you’ve just been fiddling with the same bits of metal for an hour anyway!”

Gil blinked, and he stared down to confirm that Aya was, in fact, correct. He set them down, frowning. “Ah…alright, alright, sure. But let’s go get somethin’ ‘ta eat first, yeah? I’m starvin’.”

Aya chuckled in response, setting down their tools and removing their gloves to set them aside. “Sure thing.”

After the two of them cleaned up their work station and set their tools and safety gear aside, they walked out of the workshop together and made for a local cafe.

There they purchased some food and took a seat at a table, with Aya across from Gil, a grin on their face.

“Alright! Now, tell me about Ras!”

“Fine, fine!” Gil let out an exaggerated sigh, rolling his eyes in pretend annoyance. He did love to talk about his sister, in the end.

“Ras Thorne is a stubborn ox of a woman, who constantly has her head either in a book or in the clouds all while she climbs things she ain’t supposed to and sticks her business in where it don’t belong.” He paused, taking a breath.

After a while, he spoke again. “But she’s also my best friend, my beloved twin…and….” He sighed as he looked past Aya, staring out the window behind them.

“I look up to her, y’know.” His voice was softer now, filled with a fond admiration for the woman he spoke of.

“She’s so damned tough, I wouldn’t be surprised if she were capable of shouldering every burden of the people of Home, should they ask…” His gaze shifted, and he looked down at the table, and his untouched food.

“Dad always says he looks at Ras and sees our mother. But even after all that he’s told me when Ras left…I can’t see it.”

He looked up, meeting Aya’s gaze. “Even after havin’ not talked to or seen her for three years, I don’t see it. After our reunion, when I looked at Ras, I couldn’t see our mother. Hells, even as I think back on her now, I can’t see it.”

He finally took a bite of his food. It was cold and soggy, after being untouched for so long. When he swallowed, he continued. “Granted, it could be jus’ because I ain’t met our mother, but lookin’ at Ras, all I can see is…”

A pause, and another sigh.

“I see my beloved sister, the woman with whom I damn near share a soul. I see a girl who was forced ‘ta grow up after th’accident, who never got the chance to stay a kid like I did.” He leaned back in his chair.

“...I see a woman who, despite the things that happened to her back Home and during her adventure managed to remain herself. She’s kept going, she’s kept up the grin that she always wore to reassure me when we were children.”

Tears began to well in his eyes.

“...I see the strongest woman in the world. I see the woman who has done things I couldn’t imagine doing, who I will always look up to and support no matter what. Her dream is my dream, and if she says she wants to fly…I’ll see to it that she does.”

Gil took a moment to clear his eyes, taking a napkin and wiping the tears away with a deep breath as he composed himself.

“...That’s who Ras Thorne is, Aya. Who she’ll always be, to me at least.”

Aya chuckled at that. “Well, if that’s how y’see her, I can only take your word for it. It is high praise from you, at the very least, Mr. Perfect.”

Gil let out his own chuckle in response. They always knew how to make him feel better. “Trust me, if y’ever meet her, you’ll be askin’ me to pick your jaw up off th’floor.”

“Yeah well, until then, are you going to finish that, or did you just pay ‘cause the guy at the counter looked at you with stars in his eyes?”

“He did not!” Gil swatted at Aya’s hand as they reached for his food, the two of them sharing more laughter.

‘If Ras could see me now…’ he wondered as the two of them sat and continued to converse over their food. ‘...would she be just as proud of me for makin’ a friend, as I am of her for comin’ this far…?’

He liked to think that she would.

#closed! (ooc)#Ask: Answered!#Tales of the Divine (Writing)

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dumfanting · 1 year

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Nothing Left

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Rating: M

Warnings: grief, implied sex

Notes: g/n reader, second person pov, present tense

3604 words

This is part two of Remnants, an alternate ending to Same Heart.

I had the idea for this about a month or so after Remnants went up but only now got around to actually writing it out.

Kix/ Reader (referenced Echo/reader and Fives/ reader)

A year after he accidentally finds you, Kix tells you something shocking.

“You know, I think I’ve had more than enough time by myself; I don’t really want you to leave either,” you say, looking over at Kix. As your words process, the gloomy expression on his face suddenly clears.

“I mean, you’ll probably wind up sleeping in a cot on the floor for a while, but-“ you say, but he cuts you off.

“I’ll sleep in the mud outside, I don’t care,” he says.

You look over at him and squeeze his hand. “Go get or say whatever you need to, I’ll be right here.”

Without looking away from you, Kix comms into the ship, says “leave without me,” and tosses the comm device into a nearby puddle. You smile at him, the setting sun shining a golden light across your face.

“Come on then,” you say. “Let’s go home.”

—

That had been just over a year ago. Now, as the two of you press your foreheads together, panting as you come down from simultaneous highs, it feels like a lifetime has passed since then. Kix slips out of you and you both turn onto your sides, facing each other. You still haven’t been able to get a bigger bed, so it’s a bit cramped, but neither of you really care. You’re both just happy not to be alone anymore. He yawns and pulls you tightly to his chest.

This wasn’t supposed to happen, you think. Originally, the agreement was that Kix would stay with you (and not in the mud outside) until he was able to find or build his own place, but after a handful of weeks you noticed that he kept making excuses to stay, and when you called him out on it, he came clean. Looking back, you can’t help but remember that you and Fives weren’t supposed to happen either. You try not to think about him, or Echo, but fail. You let out a sad hum without realizing it.

Even after decades, they’re both still in your head. It’s almost as if the two are constantly talking; most days, especially since Kix found you, you can barely ‘hear’ them, but other times, unfortunately including right now, they’re so loud it makes your ears ring.

You’re pulled out of these thoughts when Kix says your name for what sounds like the second time. You shake yourself and return to the present.

“You okay?” he asks, his concerned voice a soft but warm whisper in the dark.

“Yeah, sorry, just thinking,” you say, absently wiping at your eyes with the back of your hand. There are no tears to wipe away, but the action has become reflexive over the years and you are completely unaware that you’re doing it at this point. Kix notices, but says nothing.

Thanks to the light coming in from the doubly moonlit sky on the other side of your window, you can see the way he seems to study your face. “Again?” he says knowingly. You sigh softly, and nod. “I’m sorry cyar’ika,” he whispers, and holds you just a little bit tighter.

Eventually, the noise in your head quiets enough for you to fall into a fitful sleep.

It’s late afternoon the following day, and you find yourself wondering what was up with Kix. He’d been acting strangely most of the morning; he seemed distracted and there was an unusually conflicted look about him. You glance at the chrono on your wrist and realize that his daily walks don’t usually take this long. That, coupled with his odd behavior, is enough to convince you to try and find him.

You leave the building that houses the clinic and your home, lock the door, and set off down the well worn trail through the scattering of trees that surrounds the property. As you eventually reach the center of the small village, you walk around and quickly glance into his usual haunts. Your concern deepens when you can’t find him.

You frown to yourself, debating on where to go next, when something blue catches your attention, moving in the corner of your eye. You turn to get a better look and find Ms Dothal, the elderly Duros woman, waving at you from halfway across the nearby square. You idly notice the large bundle of purple wildflowers tucked into her apron, and walk over to her, expecting her to ask you about her medicines like she typically does.

“He’s at The Heights dear,” she says in her thin, shaky voice.

“How did-?” you ask, taken aback.

“I’m too old and dusty to do much but watch everyone around me. You usually aren’t out alone around now,” she says with an empathetic look in her red eyes. She continues speaking. “I saw him a few hours ago, and I think he’s still there. I haven’t seen him in town since then. He looked troubled, did something happen?” she asks.

“No, not that I’m aware of,” you say as worry finally settles in. “Did you try to talk to him, did he say anything?” you ask.

Ms Dothal shakes her head. Your frown deepens, but you thank her for letting you know, then change course and head back towards your place. It’s about a ten minute walk from there to The Heights, and the sun is beginning to set as you pass the building. You move a little faster.

Following the meandering path through the thickening woods, you eventually come out into a clearing. A fairly sized area of tall grass and purple wildflowers, the same that Ms Dothal had collected, runs from the tree line outward for about a thousand feet before abruptly cutting off. This cutoff is the heart-stoppingly high, sheer cliffs that meet with the ocean, hence the area's name. A soft breeze blows across your face, and you breathe in the scent of saltwater and soft florals before walking out of the woods completely. You glance around, and quickly spot Kix; he’s sitting atop a pile of boulders and staring out over the water a dozen meters or so away from you.

You make your way over to him, softly calling his name in an attempt not to startle him. He looks down towards you and your worry deepens when you see that he doesn’t look conflicted, as he had earlier, but instead guilty about something. Without hesitating, you quickly make your way up the rocks. He glances over at you as you reach him and sit close by, though you leave a sizable gap between you. You don’t want to crowd him. Before you can say anything, he softly says your name.

“I’m sorry,” he says, staring out over the sea again. “I know I’ve been ‘off’ all day. Something’s been eating at me,” he says.

You don’t say anything, giving him room to talk at his own pace.

“I should have told you a long time ago,” he continues, and you can almost feel the uncertainty inside him. “But I kept stopping myself,” he says.

You slide a little closer. “What’s that?” you ask.

“Echo,” Kix says, glancing back at you for just a second, his expression distant. Before you can react, he speaks again. “He survived,” he says.

You feel like someone has punched you in the chest, and your jaw drops as your breath catches in your throat. Kix looks over at you again, grimacing as he shakes his head at himself.

“We found him a little while after you disappeared,” he says. He then takes a deep breath and tells you how they found him, and what he’d been put through.

“Once we got him back to base and took him into the med bay, he asked if you were there.” He pauses for a few seconds before continuing with a sigh. “I told him what we all believed at the time: you’d gone MIA and had likely died out in the field,” Kix says, his voice growing thick.

As you sit next to him, your entire body has gone numb, and you’re too shocked to even cry. The sun has dipped lower on the horizon, casting a pinkish-orange light over everything and giving you a sense of unreality.

“He… didn’t take it well. He was already weak, but then he crashed and we couldn’t pull him out of it for several days. Rex and I were afraid he was going to give up entirely,” Kix says. He then outlines how Admiral Trench had appeared, and how Echo was able to stop him.

“I was talking to him over afterward, and the mission seemed to have convinced him to keep going. He said you wouldn’t have wanted him to give up. I expected him to come back to the 501st, but he wound up joining the squad that extracted him from Skako,” he says, slipping into silence.

You let out a humorless, bark like laugh, startling yourself. “He wasn’t wrong,” you say, your voice barely audible over the tide and nearby birds. “Do you know-?” you ask, not having to say the rest of the question.

“I don’t, I’m sorry. I got caught up in my own mess not too long afterward,” Kix says, his tone flat and distant again.

The two of you are quiet long enough for the sun to dip completely below the horizon, blanketing the world around you in deep shades of blue. The stars start to wink into view in the night sky, and you manage to meet Kix’s eyes for the first time since he started talking. “And you knew this entire time,” you say. You don’t sound angry, or even annoyed. If anything, you seem to be devoid of any emotion.

“It looked like you had adjusted so well, I had no idea how you’d react. I didn’t want to reopen those wounds,” Kix says, unable to look at you.

You don’t respond, instead staring over the cliffs without really seeing them, your thoughts moving too quickly for you to keep up. Eventually, you wordlessly get to your feet and make your way back down the rocks, stumbling in the darkness. You’re nearly on the ground again when your foot slips and you fall onto your back. The wind is knocked out of you, and you lie there, unable to find the will to even sit back up.

Kix sees this and quickly climbs back down to your side. He asks if you’re hurt, but you shake your head. Unsure of what to do, Kix remains seated in the grass for a minute or some time, then slips onto his back and lies next to you.

The two moons have now risen, casting a silvery sheen over everything, their reflections sparkling in the ocean below.

His hand brushes yours, and he’s surprised when you cautiously lace your fingers into his.

When you speak, your voice comes out as a croak. “I never should have left,” you say. “I gave up too soon.”

Kix shifts onto his side and catches your attention. You look over at him, the light of the moons reflecting brightly in your eyes. He sits up, then gently pulls you into a sitting position directly across from him.

“You didn’t know,” he says, his voice soft but his tone firm. “There was no way you could have known. And you didn’t give up. I saw how much you were struggling, but now that I know you’d simply left, I’m not surprised by it in the slightest. You did what you thought was best for yourself at that point in time. I can’t, don’t, and won’t blame you for that,” he says. You look down at the ground, shaking your head and unconsciously wiping at your eyes again. Kix sees this, then softly says “I know Echo wouldn’t either.”

At the mention of his name, your head whips up and your breath hitches. Kix cautiously grips your shoulder, and you lean forward into his chest, hiccuping. A thin breeze blows over the two of you, and the chill of the night makes you shiver. Kix pulls you in close to him, and you don’t stop him.

After a few minutes, the breeze kicks up into a fairly strong wind, and as you sit back up, you can see heavy storm clouds drifting into the direction of The Heights. Kix follows your line of sight, and when he also sees the incoming storm, he gets to his feet and pulls you upright. “We should get inside,” he says, and when you nod, he takes your hand and leads the way back home.

The two of you aren’t quite quick enough to beat the rain, so once you get inside, you’re both soaked through. After you’re both upstairs in your living quarters, Kix starts a fire in its place while you strip, then hang your clothes over the screen nearby. Kix does the same, then follows you into bed. Neither of you bother putting anything else on.

You both lie there for a good few minutes, listening to the squall outside. Kix doesn’t know what else to say, and you can’t think clearly enough to talk either. It takes a long time for sleep to come for you.

—

You’re standing alone out at The Heights. The wind blows through the grass, sounding like a whisper. You look around and find that it isn’t the wind that’s whispering. Just inside the tree line, you notice two familiar figures, talking in low voices, their backs to you. You recognize this as another version of the same dream you’ve been having since you left the GAR. You know that there’s no point in going after them, since you always wake up right before you reach them, but head in their direction anyway.

You’re surprised by how easy it is this time. Usually it feels like you’re moving through thick mud, but you’re practically gliding towards the trees with little effort. You’re close enough now to see that specific shade of blue on their armor, and brace yourself, knowing that you’ll wake up soon.

But you don’t. Instead, Echo and Fives both turn to face you, and you nearly sob with relief. After so many years, you’ve finally been able to catch up.

“Took ya long enough,” Fives says with a smirk, seeming to know what you were thinking. Echo elbows him in the ribs as you roll your eyes.

“Smartass as always,” you say, cautiously taking another step forward.

“So, Kix huh? I’m starting to think you have a type,” Echo says, then he and Fives laugh when you blush.

“He knows then?” you ask Fives awkwardly, glancing between the two.

“Rex told me,” Echo says.

You hesitate, wondering if you should say anything about it. Echo seems to know what you’re thinking and suddenly pulls you into a tight hug. “It’s alright,” he says softly. “He and Kix helped me understand. I’m glad you had each other,” he continues.

You feel Fives rest a hand on your upper back, and turn to face him.

“I can’t imagine what it’s been like for you. Cyare, you’ve been so strong,” he says. Echo nods, then shifts, turning you around and kind of pinning you between the two of them. Even if it isn’t real, the closeness and their warmth makes your heart race.

Echo surprises you when he wraps his arms about your waist, leaving a trail of kisses along your neck and up toward your jaw. Fives grips your shoulders, and the moment his lips touch yours-

—

You wake with a gasp, sitting straight up. Your heart is racing, and it takes you a few seconds to remember where you are. Once you realize you’d been dreaming, you flop onto your back with a frustrated groan and hide your face behind your hands.

Kix, who had been unable to sleep, obviously notices this, and after a moment of hesitation, he asks if you’d had another nightmare.

To his surprise, you laugh.

“Far from it,” you say.

“Oh?” he says, sitting up.

“I woke up too soon,” you say, laughing a little more.

You look up at him, and in the light from the moons outside, you can tell he’s confused. You roll your eyes, then also sit up. You grab his shoulders and pull him towards you, your lips crashing together. After a moment, you break apart for air.

“Oh,” Kix says, understanding, and you laugh a third time.

When your lips meet, you snake your arms under his and hold your hands against his upper back, pulling him with you as you lie back down. He pulls away, holding the back of your neck with one hand and your hip with the other. “You sure?” he asks.

You yank him back towards you and kiss him deeply. “Please,” you whisper into his ear, and he lets out a low growl that makes you shiver.

It’s late in the morning when you wake and sit up, stretching. You glance over at Kix who looks like he’s still asleep, and decide to let him rest a little longer.

When you turn to slip out of bed, he wraps an arm around your waist and pulls you onto your back next to him. You huff a little, but allow this, relaxing again as you turn yourself towards him. He nuzzles his face into your neck, the warmth of his breath breezing over your throat. You barely suppress a shiver at the feeling.

The two of you lie like this for a short while. Eventually, Kix pulls back enough to see your face and asks how far it is to the capital.

“No,” you say, and in response to the confused sound he makes, you explain yourself. “If you want to go into the archives there and find out what happened to him, I won’t stop you, but I’m not going to go with you,” you say.

Kix sits up, his confusion deepening. “How-?” he asks, not needing to complete the thought.

“I had the same idea, as we were leaving The Heights, but by the time we got home I realized that it wouldn’t do me any good,” you say, also sitting up, and your voice is firm. Before he can ask why, you speak again. “Whatever I find, good or bad, if there even is anything to find, all I would do with the information is wonder and ‘what if’ and ‘I should have’ until it breaks me. I’ve already been through that once with Fives, and I won’t do it again,” you say.

“Again?” Kix asks.

“After the war ended, the information about the inhibitor chips was eventually leaked. I was able to finally understand what he had tried to tell me, back at the bar,” you say, then pause and clear your throat. “For years, I blamed myself for his death, and being unable to do anything to help him; I hated myself for it,” you say.

“There’s nothing you could have done,” Kix says.

“I know,” you say, shifting your weight around and turning to look out of the window. “And it was a hard truth for me to finally accept. I’m not going to put myself through that again,” you say.

“Fair enough I suppose,” Kix said, after some thought.

“To be honest, I’m still not sure how to react to you telling me all of this in the first place,” you say.

Kix makes another confused sound, and you look back at him. “I’m angry you kept it from me, yes, but at the same time, I get why you didn’t say anything. Misguided or not, you were looking out for me. I know it couldn’t have been easy to carry that with you for so long,” you say.

“I should have told you sooner,” he says, looking away.

You sigh and gently grip his chin, turning his face back towards yours.

“I’ve had a lot of time to come to terms with everything that happened,” you say, pulling your hand back. When Kix maintains eye contact with you, you continue. “And the biggest thing I realized was that ‘should have’ is like a maelstrom you can’t escape. One ‘I should have’ leads to another, or ‘if I hadn’t’, then the ‘what if I’ comes in, and eventually you’ll drown in it. You have to forgive yourself and accept that you may have made a mistake,” you say, firmly but not unkindly.

“Sounds like you’ve got it all figured out,” he says, shaking his head a little.

“Spending a few decades alone with just thoughts and memories will do that,” you say, matter of factly.

Kix chuckles a little as he presses his chest to your back. He wraps his arms around your waist and rests his chin on your shoulder.

“It’s four hours one way by speeder, if you still wanted to know,” you quietly tell him.

Kix chuckles again. “I think he’d forgive me for skipping it then,” he says.

Before either of you can say anything else, you hear a soft but persistent knocking sound coming from outside downstairs. Begrudgingly, you and Kix untangle yourselves and stumble out of bed. He takes a quick look through the window and shakes his head.

“Ms Dothal again?” you ask, slipping into the day's clothes.

Kix checks the chrono on your dresser. “On the dot, as always,” he says, also getting dressed. “I’ll go first this time,” he says, pausing to softly kiss your cheek before heading downstairs.

—

It takes you almost a week to realize that you haven’t ‘heard’ Fives or Echo since you finally caught up with them in that dream.

#my fics #same heart #Kix

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osmorphosis · 3 months

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240126-27: house rave with chloe friday evening to support ralphie, who has an art booth there. supposed to be from 11pm-12pm the next day. i stay until 4am and decide to leave bc im supposed to be meeting up with lorenzo saturday noon. google maps AND chrono tell me the bus will be a few minutes late. i leave EARLY to get to the bus ON TIME in case its NOT late. i get to the bus stop one minute before the right bus time. there is no bus. i look at google maps. the bus departed EARLY FFS. i go back to the rave and decide to wait for the metro to restart bc there is no other optimal night bus routes. i take another pill of molly bc atp wtf am i supposed to do. however at some point, ralphie thinks they might’ve gotten roofied. we’re like ok we’ll stay with you. they start getting really sleepy, not sure if it’s just tiredness or actually roofing. chloe watches over ralphie’s booth while i go to the bed to watch over them while they sleep. i’m high af at that point and i’m sitting there shaking trying to make yzl’s departure necklace while surrounded by so much weed i can barely see lmfao. chloe comes to sleep too. i’m watching over both of them but they’re fucking SOUND asleep so i don’t dare wake them up to leave. moss comes around 8am to check on us. at this point people are clearing out, they’re making breakfast and the sun is up. i leave the bed but have to go watch over ralphie’s booth. a bit before 9am i’m like fuck i have to go + there’s barely anyone anymore so i go tell asleep ralphie and chloe that i’m leaving (moss is still there so).

i get home at around 9am. take care of cat. take a shower bc i’m probably covered in weed. try to listen to 4th wall while in bed and end up falling asleep probably like 30 min my supposed wake-up time.

i’m supposed to meet lorenzo at 12:30……. i wake up at 1:45pm. i want to kms. i srsly consider just never answering him and like ,,,, yeah. block him and let him believe im a catfish. but i’m shameless so. i apologize profusely. still want to kms. feels like the world is ending bc it’s so embarrassing and just SO terrible so so so bad and terrible. he’s the most understanding ever which makes me feel like even more shit. he tells me we can meet quickly at the metro to say hi. i consider not going bc that’s so embarrassing how can i even face him like he should be cutting me tf off. but i go bc i have to apologize in person. we say hi. i apologize profusely. i give him a pretty rock mel gave me (long story). he’s so sweet and forgiving and understanding it makes me feel even shittier. but somehow i lowkey almost feel more bonded?? if our friendship can survive this then !!

that’s it, the crazy ends here. i spend the evening with yzl for the last time before her exchange. she sheds a few tears at my letters (i cooked) which makes me feel so much love for her and so loved in return. friendship is beautiful! friendship is rewarding! there is nothing that has been quite as emotional gratifying as friendship! i am so so so emotionally fulfilled by my friendships <3

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risu5waffles · 4 months

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[LittleBite-sizedPlanet] 290 - Chapter Zero

We're back in the saddle baby! The saddle of love! Wait... no... that probably means something different.

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i'd wanted to start 2024 off wiv a bang, and here we are. chronos' Chapter Zero has had a special place in my heart in my heart for awhile now. i actually looked at it back in 2018 in The Before,

(gads... look how ugly the title cards used to be. we've come a long way)

Tho' i don't think that was the first time i played it. Even back then there was something that caught me about it; and while i hesitate to ascribe trans narratives to every piece of creative work i encounter... the story of someone half-formed who must go through trials and tribulations to make themselves into what they are in order to live life fully... i mean... i wonder why that would have resonated wiv wee eggy me?

Also, chronos being someone i respect as a creator and a friend, and i wanted to do justice to his work.

No pressure or nothing.

On the mechanical level, there are definitely things that can be critiqued here. The inclusion of swimming as an unlockable ability kinda/sorta works wiv the "acquiring basic life skills" conceit, but the difficulties of working that into gameplay means that it never really gets to feed back into the story in a meaningful way. Also, Departure really could use a re-working, thematically it's an uneasy fit, and mechanically... it's really not that much fun.

But, now, the presentation? Oh my stars and garter snakes it is so, so very good. The environments are beautiful, and solid fits for the themes, both wivin the levels themselves, and the overarching space the story exists in. Every music choice is spot on. Sound design is chef's kiss. The animations for things like reality tearing (those glitchy sticker panel bits) and the narrator are just excellent. The checkpoint spawns are deeply cool, and show how little details can really make a level. Everything just has this emotional tone that works, and i love it to pieces. Even the slightly kludgy animations in Revelations, tho' i know chronos has said he'd like to re-work them, feel right for what's going on.

If you haven't given Chapter Zero a play, drop what you're doing and give it a go. Budget about an hour, tho' it'll probably take less than that, just to be on the safe side.

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i am a tired squirrel for real, folx. i didn't really have a New Year's break from work, just the luck of the first falling on my day off, and we have been busy busy at the register. Gonna wrap this up and get a shower and dinner; still got stream tonight, and i want to be vaguely bright-eyed and bushy-tailed. At least we're set for videos up through to the 19th? Wiv a pretty good chunk of that LBsP recorded, even if i think i should probably record it again. It's a second look episode, so i don't have to worry about that at least.

#littlebigplanet #little big planet #lbp #lbp3 #littlebite-sizedplanet #lbsp #Youtube

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fresa-schnee · 2 years

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Day 16: Desperation

CW: Bribery

Eizo belongs to @chrono-vi

Shizuka was sitting in her shop. Her hair unkempt, and tossed about haphazardly. She was hiding her face in her palms as she grimaced.. Tears had ruined her makeup, and she had been stuck there trying to think for hours. Each hour that ticked by only making the weight of everything that much more unbearable.

A set of papers were laying on her desk.. They were delivered to her last night, and the warning they gave was severe. She was behind on rent for the shop.. Her home. The place her family owned for generations. And she had to take loans to afford the rent.. Those were also bleeding her dry. She groaned as she tried to think..

The shop wasn’t.. Doing great. Hardly anyone came by since her mother had passed, so she couldn’t make that much money… Her outfits sold well when someone DID come.. Thousands at a time, but it wasn’t enough. It was far too infrequent.. She needed to try something else..

She grunted and gripped at her hair and pulled.. Not even caring as her scalp screamed at her to stop. She wasn’t made to deal with business.. She only knew how to sew, and to create anything her mind could conjure. Yet anything to do with the actual selling of her products hurt her head.. She couldn’t wrap her head around any of it.

She was slowly starting to lose hope.. But she heard a ring at the front door. The ring of the bell. Shizuka quickly stood up, wiping away at her face. Makeup and tears being cleaned, and she quickly hurried out to the storefront.. Not having time to reapply anything. She gave a smile, and looked to the man who had walked in.

He was dressed in a hoodie, and had pitch black hair that covered his face slightly. Though despite that a scar was evident on his face as he gave a charming little smile as he spotted Shizuka.

“Ah-! I had thought no one was here!” He said, and raised his hand in greeting. “Greetings ma’am!”

“Hello sir, I’m glad to see a customer. Is there anything I can help you with?” She gestured out to the store.. It was a surprisingly large store. One her family had kept for generations, and remodeled time and time again.. Clothes Shizuka herself designed placed around the place elegantly. Staring at it she couldn’t help but feel slightly prideful.

“Ah- I’m not here to window shop ma’am, I come with an offer.”

At that Shizuka stared at the man.. Her eyes turning a bit worried as she started to assume. A debt collector? Here?

“Erm… I’m sorry sir, but I don’t-”

Before she could finish, the man spoke up. “I am Eizo Akinari, and I work with a group of individuals. Each of prestigious backgrounds. You have heard of Ultimates, correct?”

Shizuka felt relief.. Though confusion quickly replaced it. “Ultimates.. Are you here to recruit me..? I already told your group before I didn’t want to join the academy!” Shizuka protested, but stopped when she saw the smile on Eizo’s face hadn’t disappeared.

“No no- I am here because we EMPLOY Ultimates! You see, I wanted to bring you an offer.. I have come to understand you’re in great financial risk.” He spoke in a very calming voice, slowly undoing the tension in Shizuka. “So I have come to offer you a deal.. One of ours wants to test a new treatment, so we seeked out someone willing. In return, we’ll pay off any debts you currently own.. And help keep you living comfortably.”

Shizuka closed her eyes, her thoughts flooding again.. Full of questions she looked back at Eizo. “I.. have a few questions sir.. You’ll pay back all my debts.. And.. You’ll help me..? I don’t understand why, is this something dangerous..? I.. need to know what I’m getting into..”

“Ah, hesitant to accept I see- Well I don’t blame you. I will be as brief as possible!” Eizo smiled as he stepped towards Shizuka, and withdrew a bundle of papers from underneath his hoodie. He handed them towards her, and she started to read through them.

“The treatment is from one of our most promising workers.. He believes he’s found a means to give eternal youth for individuals. Although he has yet to test it on a human.. Tests beforehand have shown promise.”

“I see it’s just.. That’s a lot to ask when we’ve just met.. How can I know I can trust that..?” Shizuka responded, but Eizo caught the confliction in her voice.

“..Lady Shizuka.. I understand how much this store means to you. We read your document the academy prepared.. This means a lot to you yes?” He patiently waited, and continued when the Seamstress nodded. “Then please, let us help you. We just ask this favor because it’s only fair.. Your store will be taken care of, and you won’t need to worry about payments anymore. We’ll see to everything, and you can live quite comfortably. I assure you.”

Shizuka grimaced, her conflicted thoughts turning against her.. She needed this.. She couldn’t lose the shop, but something about this felt so wrong to her.

“My friend is very talented.. Not once has his test given unsatisfactory results. You’ll be in good hands. I promise you with my life. Just sign the papers, and we’ll schedule the appointment.”

Shizuka thought.. Thinking long and hard. Eizo standing there, simply letting her have time.. After what felt like an eternity, Shizuka closed her eyes and breathed in deep.. Then she reached into her kimono, and pulled out a small ivory fountain pen. A sakura blossom was painted on it delicately.

Eizo smiled as she signed the papers, and quickly ushered them back. She then bowed, trembling. “I.. thank you sir.. Please contact me at your earliest convenience.. I.. would like to hear more.”

“We will be in contact Lady Shizuka, don’t worry.” Eizo returned the bow, and silently exited the store.. Shizuka gripping at her chest. Though she had felt like she made the right decision.. It felt like something was eating away at her. Screaming at her..

What had she just agreed to..?

#Shizuka Nanami #Danganronpa #Danganronpa OC #Ultimate Seamstress #Writing #Writing 2022

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shorkbrian · 3 years

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So happy your requests are open and I don't mind the wait at all!

I just really want to see a sweet quirkless omega going into heat and sending her alpha Overhaul (Kai Chisaki) into a hard rut and he just pins her to a wall and fucks the life out of her before taking her to the bedroom to knot her.

but you do know that it would 100% be like "hate sex" on Chisaki's part (even though he kinda do like it lol)

(Kinda overhaul x reader x chrono btw but only for a little bit)

Just. Overhaul being able to tolerate you being kept at his compound because one, you're his mate, whether he likes it or not.

Two, you're quirkless.

And three? You don't bother him, you stay out of the way and you have passable hygiene when compared to Chisaki's standards.

But that has to be thrown out the window the second Chrono hauls you into Chisaki's office, the man in charge of watching you when Chisaki isn't around flustered and pink around his ears.

"B-boss, your omega, she's-"

"What the fuck is that smell." Chisaki growls, eyes immediately snapping to your trembling form. Taking in the way you're gasping, sweaty, barely able to stand even with Chrono's hand tight around your bicep and holding you up.

For some reason, the sight of Chrono touching you makes Chisaki itch. Odd, that usually wouldn't bother him.

The smell is cloying; too intense and too sweet, it makes his throat burn and his skin crawl.

"I think she's in-"

"Please, it hurts." You choke out, cutting off Chrono. "Need... I need-"

Chisaki recoiled as the scent got stronger, clouding his senses, making him feel... Chisaki didn't even know. Excited? Tingly?

Uncomfortable - he decided.

"Get her out. Give her a bath too, she smells disgusting." He commanded, but Chrono stepped forward instead of back out the door.

"Boss, she's in heat."

Heat?

Oh.

Overhaul cringed.

Logically, he knew it was going to happen eventually. But on the other hand, he had hoped his omega would be different. you was already quirkless, already pure... surely it wouldn't be too far of a stretch to assume that you wouldn't be affected by the mindless heat-addling that Omega's all seemed to undergo?

His irritation was rising.

"So?"

Chrono looked at his boss with questioning eyes, unsure what to do with the omega becoming increasingly more distressed at his side.

"You'll get her over it." Chisaki decides, ignoring the bitter taste that floods his mouth as he utters those words. His eyes slide over you again, lip curling into a disgusted sneer.

"Messy thing."

Chrono is frozen in disbelief. But this isn't a test of his loyalty, Chisaki truly doesn't want to deal with the germs and the mess and the cleanup associated with omega's during their heats. Slick everywhere, pheromones staining the room, needy hands touching everywhere-

"Sit her down on the couch." He instructs his second-in-command, rising from his office chair and stepping around his desk so he can close the door. "I want to make sure you don't damage her."

That's the only reason. Only reason he wants to be present and watching while Chrono fucks you through your heat.

"You're serious then?" The white-haired man asks, removing the plague mask he wears while inside the compound, thus beginning the process of disrobing.

Chisaki waved his hand idly, resuming his position in his office chair with a tired sigh. "It'd be such a chore for me to do it myself. Aren't you an alpha yourself Chrono? You should be jumping at the chance to bed a nice quirkless omega."

Chrono shrugs off his white coat, looking up from where you're panting on the couch while he stands in front of you, eyes finding his boss. "I wouldn't want to overstep my boundaries with your property."

The brunette smiles, not that anyone can see, but it's clear he's pleased by the crinkle near his eyes, the relaxed way he slumps in his chair. "And that's why you're my favorite Chrono."

You're wearing what you usually wear - long pants, a cozy sweater. Overhaul hasn't heard you complain about the chill in the compound, but it's clear to see it affects you by the way you dress and the way your nose darkens from the cold.

You don't fight the half-naked Chrono as he helps you out of your sweater, unbothered by the temperature of the room and looking entirely too hot and sweaty.

Chisaki supposes it's good that you aren't fighting. You had at first, when he first brought you here, crying and pleading for him to let you go and leave you alone. That pathetic show was quickly shut down with a simple demonstration of Overhaul's quirk, and what he'd do to you if you didn't comply.

Now you're seemingly accepting of the situation, casting nervous glances towards Chisaki, your attention constantly getting stolen by the pale man stripping in front of you.

It takes an embarrassingly short amount of time before Chrono has his cock in you.

And you look completely blissed out, mouth open and letting out choked little gasps on each thrust, one hand desperately trying to hold onto Chrono's shoulder, his arm, his chest - anything you can reach.

The other hand is on your stomach, and Chisaki doesn't understand why until he focuses on it, sees the distention whenever Chrono swings his hips into you.

Chisaki feels himself throb.

The sounds you're making sound like music. Awful music, all discordant and rushed and pornographic, stuttered breaths and pitiful cries, high-pitched and girlish moans in between Chrono's quiet huffs.

The sweet pheromones in the air become sweeter, thicker, and Chisaki can see the direct correlation between the smell and how much slick is dripping out of you, drenching Chrono's pretty cock, his stomach, even splattering his thighs on each thrust as his cock squelches deeper.

It's disgusting.

Digusting but curiously enamoring. Chrono's got you sitting on the couch, pushed up against the back while he fucks you. It's a tall piece of furniture, and Chrono merely hikes his leg up onto the cushions to gain a better angle to fuck you with. Your slick is everywhere; Chisaki knows that couch won't be salvageable after this. Somehow, he doesn't mind.

What he does mind, however, is the way Chrono is speeding up, rhythm stuttering and practically falling apart. He's going to knot you. Chisaki had given him full permission to - that's what taking care of an omega during their heat means, after all. But jealousy is boiling inside him, blood painfully engorging his cock, he feels tingly all over, very unlike himself.

He wants to touch you.

But you're a disgusting mess, smelling sweet and fertile and sweating and dripping everywhere. Chisaki can't believe he's feeling... attracted to you right now.

"O-ohh feels good, r-right there! Yes, thank you,t-than-" You mumble out, drunk on cock as you shudder through an orgasm, cream gushing out of your cunt and further dirtying Chisaki's office.

Chisaki sees red.

He's furious - not only at you, but at Chrono for touching you, and for himself for explicitly allowing it to happen. Chrono's about to knot you, claim you, and Chisaki is out of his chair before he knows what's happening.

"That's enough." And his gloved hands are ripping Chrono away from you, sending the other man reeling as his subordinate struggles to control his alpha instincts and stop himself from fighting his boss, tearing Chisaki to shreds for interrupting his mating.

Chisaki doesn't care, he's too focused on you.

"You're so pathetic." The man hisses at you, crowding into your space. When had he taken off his mask? He wanted to smell more of you.

His gloves are gone too, ripped away in a moment so he can feel your wet skin against his hands, feel the sweat beading your brow before those same fingers snap to undo his pants.

"I hate you, I hate you." He seethes, golden eyes staring at you so intently that you start to cry, overwhelmed with the situation, still craving a knot, craving intimacy and tenderness.

You've reduced him down to barely better than an animal, tearing at his clothes so he can sink into you, closing his eyes at the way you're wet and warm inside, perfect and velvety.

Chisaki doesn't know what's come over him. Normally he'd be disgusted, absolutely incensed at having such filth be in direct contact with his skin. But right now... all he feels is pleasure ripping through his veins, clouding his head, his mind, flushing rational thought down the toilet.

"Stupid, hate you-" his words rattle out on each rapid thrust, breath uneven and labored as his muscles stretch and work to fuck you harder and faster. He's building up to his peak.

One of his hands is fisted in your hair, close to your scalp and keeping you still, the other hand clamped firmly against your hip and making sure you don't wiggle away. Alpha instincts taking over as his brain convinces him to mate, breed, cum.

"You're so fucking dirty." He gasps, voice heated and gravelly as he struggles to fight through the heat taking over his body.

He's going into a rut.

Chisaki isn't supposed to do that. He takes supplements and suppressants to ensure he doesn't have too. Ruts are messy, nasty things to endure, and Chisaki would rather lick the floor of a dirty subway than experience one.

Yet here he is.

"You disgusting, wretched thing-" And you're crying, fat tears mixing with sweat and rolling down your chin. Chisaki feels disgusting himself, wanting to lick the liquid away.

He hasn't felt this good in his entire life, this burning fever pitch rising and rising and cresting, blazing along his nerves.

He can barely thrust his hips anymore, and only then does Chisaki realizes that he's popped his knot, jammed it in deep while you cried and moaned and struggled to hold onto him.

Theres a sick sense of satisfaction filling him up, his mind clears for half a second and Chisaki thinks to look over his shoulder, seeing Chrono still standing there with a soured look on his face, cock still swollen and drippy and bobbing purple against the man's stomach.

"Get out." Chisaki orders, and Chrono knows enough to merely pick up his coat and wrap it around himself before exiting the room. He's never seen his boss like this - so feral and unhinged and debauched like some regular dirty plebeian.

But Chisaki doesn't care. Odd.

He cares about grinding against you, feeling you milk every last drop of cum from his balls, shimmying his hips to hear you gasp and moan and clutch at his body, trembling like a little lamb.

Chisaki doesn't want to stop.

"As soon as my knot goes down-" He growls, lowering his face until it's mere inches from your own, breathing into your space. "I'm going to take you to my room and knot you until you break."

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phoenixyfriend · 3 years

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Anakin and the Jedi Babies: Knightmares

Context: original post, chrono, Shmi’s Introduction

The second night on Manda’yaim, Shmi wakes up to noises in the other room.

She’s a light sleeper, has been ever since she was separated from her mother. It’s something she might get to work on, in this implied safety, but everything is so new and unfamiliar that she’s even more sensitive than usual. The fussing from the nursery is more than enough to wake her.

Shmi slides out of bed, padding softly to the door. She can’t open it entirely silently, but it’s on hinges, not pneumatic. She can at least control the sound. She slips out quietly, and moves to the half-open entrance of the other room.

A hand lands on her shoulder, and she startles. She’s not proud of her reaction, squeaking and whirling and lashing out, but her hand impacts harmlessly against the meat of a strong palm. Anakin gives her a moment, and then speaks.

“Sorry about that,” he whispers. Shmi’s mostly just glad that he caught her swinging hand with his organic one, and not the metal. “Did the crying wake you up? It’s okay. You can go back to bed, I’ve got this.”

Shmi shakes her head. “I want to help.”

She won’t really be able to sleep anyway.

He purses his lips, searching her face for something she isn’t sure she can even guess at, but sighs and nods. He puts a hand between her shoulder blades as he guides her to the room, and it feels warm and heavy. She thinks she likes it. Maybe.

“Heya, Ben,” Anakin says lowly, separating from Shmi to go to the crib. She watches him lift the baby up and press him to his own chest. Ben burrows his face into the crook of Anakin’s neck and shoulder, whimpering. He bounces Ben gently, humming something she almost recognizes. “It’s okay, honey, it’s okay.”

“Is he hungry?” Shmi asks, coming closer and pausing to fidget as she realizes she can’t actually help like she’d wanted. “I can make a bottle.”

“Maybe in a bit,” Anakin assures her. He rubs his mech hand over Ben’s back as the baby hiccups and squirms. “He’s just upset from a nightmare right now.”

“Oh,” Shmi says. She’s not sure what babies have nightmares about. Feeling unsafe or hunted in the dark, maybe. “Do you think he wants the, um, sucking thing?”

She knows what it’s called, but only in Huttese.

“The pacifier? Yeah, that might help,” Anakin says. He stops bouncing Ben. By the time Shmi turns away from the table with a freshly-cleaned binky, Anakin is in the rocking chair, once again humming to Ben. The baby is still whining, with wet, red-splotched cheeks and upset little fists. “Thanks, Shmi.”

She stands by his shoulder as he adjusts to cradling Ben instead of holding him upright. With the pacifier in place, the upset noises lessen, though not by very much. Once the two are settled, she tentatively reaches out to slip a finger into the little curl of Ben’s hand. The baby squeezes lightly, eyes tracking to her, and then shakes her hand a little. She can’t help but smile, and Ben sucks on the pacifier in response. He might be smiling, too. She can’t tell. There are still tears in his eyes, and she wants to help fix that.

“He likes you,” Anakin says, and when she looks over, he’s smiling too. “That’s good.”

“I think most babies like most people,” Shmi says, because being liked by a baby isn’t much of an accomplishment, for all that it makes her happy. Ben squeezes her finger again. “At least, they like most people that they know for more than a few hours.”

“Trust me, it’s a bigger deal with Ben,” Anakin says, and there’s something wistful and tired in his voice. It’s reflected in his face, when she looks at him, but he doesn’t elaborate. He just smiles and shakes his head, so Shmi goes back to playing with Ben’s hand while he settles.

When a high, distressed trill comes from the other crib, Shmi acts. She can help with this part. She shares a look with Anakin, extricates her finger from Ben’s grip, and goes to Sokanth’s crib.

The little togruta is teary and already standing, reaching to be picked up. Her lip wobbles. She sniffles, even.

“You’re sure she’s not too heavy for you?” Anakin asks.

“I’m good,” Shmi says, just a tad distracted. She tucks her hands under Soka’s armpits and lifts. The girl is a little heavy, but Shmi’s been working with her hands since she could walk. Lifting a toddler isn’t very hard. She attempts to set the girl on her hip, and then gives up when the Soka squirms to get to the ground instead. “Alright, then.”

Soka stumbles over to the other crib and reaches through the bars, trying to grab at something inside.

“Honey, just tell us what you need,” Anakin says. He sounds very tired. “Snips--”

“Ba’fa!” the girl whines, and then shakes her head and tries again. “Ban-mmmm-ban-fa.”

“The bantha toy?” Shmi guesses. She reaches in and grabs the stuffed animal that is, rather worryingly, floating just a few inches above the crib’s mattress. She tries to ignore that in favor of passing the little plush to Soka instead.“I thought your favorites were eopies.”

“Banfa is Ben fave-o-wit,” Soka insists, and then immediately turns to run as well as she can to her brother. “Ben!”

“Okay,” Anakin sighs, though his smile is fond and indulgent as only a parent can be. He shifts Ben a little to free up one leg. “You’re gonna jump on three, okay? One, two, three!”

Shmi guesses there’s a bit of Force involved, with how the little girl hops up and lands plopped right on his free thigh. Anakin lets out an exaggerated groan of pain, and Sokanth giggles into the fur of the bantha. Shmi comes closer as Anakin puts a protective hand at Soka’s back so she doesn’t fall. The little girl pushes the toy into her brother’s chest. “Ben! Take toy!”

Ben sucks on his pacifier with a look of pure confusion for a moment, little fingers grasping at the fur of the bantha toy, open and closed, again and again. It takes a moment for him to grab it properly instead of just clutching at the fur while Soka holds it in place. His mouth falls open in what might be surprise, and he pulls the bantha closer and squeals. The pacifier drops out of his mouth and stops halfway to the floor, but Ben doesn’t seem to notice. He’s too busy stuffing the bantha’s felted horn into his mouth with a delighted coo.

“Yay!” Soka cheers, hands in the air. One of those hands narrowly misses Anakin’s nose. She doesn’t notice. Anakin doesn’t comment on it, just sighs and directs the pacifier to the drawer top with a jerk of his chin.

It’s going to take a while for these casual uses of the Force to be normal, Shmi thinks.

“You can pull over another chair,” Anakin says, catching her attention where it’d strayed. “Or go back to bed, if you’re tired.”

She is, but... she doesn’t want to leave. The air in this room is calming, and she’s not sure if that’s some subconscious thing that just happens around family, or if it’s three Jedi doing something with the Force, but she likes it in here. It’s nice.

Shmi pulls over an armchair and makes sure it’s set as close to Anakin’s as she can make it. She ignores his confused look as she climbs up into it and contorts herself until she can press herself to his arm. She reaches out and places a hand on Soka’s head, rubbing between the tiny nubs of her montrals.

Soka yawns, and it’s adorable.

“You okay?”

“Mm-hm,” Shmi manages. She stiffens when Anakin plants a soft kiss in her hair, and he pulls away.

“Sorry,” he says. “Too familiar?”

Maybe a little. “Not yet,” she says.

“Alright,” he allows.

Shme gives it a few seconds, where he’s just sitting with the drowsy babies and letting her have her time in silence.

“Can you hug me?” she asks. He jolts, clearly surprised, and she wonders if she should regret this.

“Let me just--” he cuts himself off, adjusting Sokanth in his lap so she’s resting against his chest instead of his arm. He snakes the arm out from between them, and moves it to curl around Shmi’s shoulders. It’s the metal one, and it’s rigid against her back. As she leans in closer and tucks herself into his side, at least as well as is possible with the armrests in the way, he lets out a shaky breath and squeezes at her shoulder. “This is okay?”

“It’s okay,” she says, closing her eyes.

“I’ll look into getting a couch in here or something,” he mutters. He sounds almost scared, or at least worried. She doesn’t want to think about that too hard. “Might take a bit.”

“I don’t mind,” she whispers.

“You’re going to hurt your neck if you fall asleep like that, though.”

She can deal with that in the morning. “That’s fine.”

He huffs a sigh, metal fingers rubbing up and down her shoulder. “Alright, then. I’m still going to look into getting a couch, though. I’ll be needed eventually, I’m sure.”

“Okay, ori’vod.”

His breath hitches. Shmi knows she got the pronunciation right; Jango Fett had insisted on helping after she’d mentioned that it seemed important. The hand on her shoulder tightens, and Anakin just breathes all shaky again. “Okay. Okay, yeah.”

He’s a very strange older brother, she thinks, but she’s keeping him.

#Anakin Skywalker #Shmi Skywalker #Obi Wan Kenobi #Ben Kenobi #Ahsoka Tano #de aging #time travel #outsider POV #Phoenix Posts #Anakin and the Jedi Babies

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astaroth1357 · 3 years

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More undateables with a demigod hades mc???

By request, have yourself a part two!!

Demigod MC Series: Hades Pt. 2 (Un)Dateables Edition!

I will ask that y’all please don't ask for continuations of other gods unless I say it’s okay to do again. This series already fills my inbox something fierce and this is a one-off that I allowed for during the request window. If I have to make ideas for new gods while continuing a bunch of old MCs, it'll burn me out fast...

Demigod MC Series: Intro, Aphrodite, Hermes, Hades, Dionysus, Demeter, Athena, Hades Pt. 2

Diavolo

Oh, he has no problem at all hosting a child of the Underworld, hell he even throws them a welcome banquet when he finds out! Hades is a dear friend - and practically a parental figure to him growing up - so he's more than happy to take in one of his children for a year.

Diavolo is actually one of the few people that the MC can talk to about their home with any kind of fondness. Usually when they bring up things like the comforting wailing of the River Coctyus, the brothers will give them weird looks... but Diavolo knows where they're coming from!

He spent numerous summers in the Underworld growing up doing things like pestering Charon on the River Styx or playing games with Cerberus (the other one) in the Asphodel Meadows... His beach house is actually modeled after his childhood summer home in the Isles of Paradise! Really, it can be a lovely place if the gloom doesn't bother you!

So in the spirit of his fond memories, Diavolo really tried to make their time in the Devildom a fun one!... in his maybe trying a little too hard way…

Poor MC found themselves offered pretty much everything under the moon… Tickets or exclusive passes to different cultural events/festivals, invitations to gala events, and tours of nearly every inch of Hell by the Prince himself - it was… it was a lot for the poor introverted thing…

It didn’t help that Diavolo would have a hard time gauging if they were having any fun due to their naturally melancholic nature, which only pushed him to try harder… He means well, he does. He’s just not the most in touch with what would make an anti-social doom child happy...

It took Barbatos and Lucifer stepping in for the mortal to actually start getting some much needed space and that improved their experience significantly. Sometimes less is more, Dia… Less is more. But they appreciate his efforts anyway.

Barbatos

Also has a pretty amicable relationship with the Ruler of the Underworld, though his is much more professional compared to Diavolo’s. He actually has a good deal of appreciation for the man for taking good care of the Prince during his visits, so he sees this as an opportunity to return the favor.

Like Diavolo, he’s rather focused on making sure the MC is having a good stay in the Devildom, but he’s much more subtle about it. He’ll come by the House often to check up on them and make sure everything is to their liking...

Even the brothers notice that he treats them like anothering visiting Lord/Lady in that way, which he would argue they very much are and should be respected as one. It’s the least the Devildom can offer their father at this point.

His visits may also be an excuse for keeping an eye on the brothers to make sure they don’t do anything to inconvenience their “young guest…” To be honest, the entire House is a little paranoid about that… Nobody wants to know the punishment for hurting MC if Barbs is the one dishing it out...

Apart from watching out for them, Barbatos tries to encourage the MC to accept the Young Lord’s gifts (while also actively advising Diavolo to go easier on them at the same time). It would be so disheartening to him if his Prince feels like he hasn’t offered them the best experience that he could… He’s sure they understand.

Any time that he invites the MC to tea, they usually end up talking about their father in some way. Barbs knows a surprising amount about the god… He’s been around about as long as Chronos - preceding the birth of Aether and Chaos themselves - so he has some stories to tell.

The MC did once ask him why he doesn’t just run everything if he’s really been around for so long... his answer was: “Kings and their kingdoms will rise and fall… Worlds upon worlds are born, then cease to be. But time is what brings about all changes… So, I think I’m perfectly content with the power I possess. Wouldn’t you be?”

Annnd they never asked Barbs another question like that again… and people think death is scary…

Simeon

He was honestly a little worried for their new companion for quite a while… It’s not like there’s never any sadness in the Celestial Realm or anything, but they seem to have something else entirely…

He’s heard stories about the Underworld. He’s never been himself, that’s usually a job for the Seraphim due to the… dreary nature of the place - but he’s heard it would make the Devildom look downright festive…

If he were being honest, he had half expected the MC to be obsessed with skeletons, ghosts, and other elements of darkness but that wasn’t the case. They certainly knew a lot about those things, but they appeared to have a healthy interest in the afterlife in general, so they asked him a lot of questions about the Celestial Realm, angels, and how the souls of the blessed are treated up there… It was surprising to say the least.

Of course he did the same and, frankly, Simeon found it incredibly wasteful that so many Greek followers find themselves just wasting away in a field of nothing for so long… but that’s neither here nor there.

He was also surprised by how gentle of an influence the MC ended up being on Luke as well. He had always suspected that the little angel just needed a bridge between him and Devildom to start finding appreciation for it, and the MC fit that bill perfectly - nothing he was used to, but still approachable enough to make everything less frightening. He thanks them a great deal for that… but...

It’s just that… Well they’re just so… depressing sometimes…! He doesn’t want to blame them because it hardly seems like their fault! They’re a very kind person, it’s just an atmosphere around them… It brings him to tears if he isn’t careful…

He’s invited the MC to Purgatory Hall on multiple occasions to chat and try to make them smile… When they do, the gloom is dispelled - even just a little - and they’re a truly beautiful creature regardless. It’s just so unfortunate that their life brings so much sadness...

Even so, he actually likes the MC enough to consider basing a character on them if he ever wrote another book. Something about a gloomy but sweet protagonist at home in a world of darkness sounds appealing… doesn’t it?

Luke

He didn’t know how to feel about the MC when they met. At first, he actually thought they were just as unhappy as he was to be there due to how depressed they looked but when they told him that wasn't true, he was really confused...

The Devildom is a dark, brutish, and dangerous place. Why would anyone feel at home down here??

But… well… He would spend time with them at RAD between breaks (partially to help scare off their many, many demonic suitors) and it might be weird to say, but they really made the Devildom look beautiful… literally.

The world just looks better when they’re around! It’s really hard to describe because it’s not something you notice much until they leave, but when the MC is around everything looks more vibrant and inviting! The grass gets greener, flowers grow bigger, and butterflies/birds hover around wherever they are like they have their own gravity - the realm loves them!

It started getting hard for Luke to hang onto his disdain for the place when they made it look so appealing… And then they started talking to him about the Underworld and the creatures they’d befriended there… creatures a lot worse than any demons he’d seen there...

Like. If the MC can be good friends with a bunch of rude walking corpses, then he could probably make friends with a demon right? There’s nice ones… kind of…

Beel. He can make friends with Beel.

Like Simeon, he does feel bad that they seem so sad all the time… but unlike the older angel, he’s a bit more understanding that this is just how they are and enjoys his time with them regardless. (It helps a lot that just being around this little bean of a boy can lift their spirits anyway).

And you know what’s even better for him? When Lord Diavolo gives the MC tickets to things that they don’t want to go to, sometimes they’ll invite him along or give them to him instead!

He’s gone to the Devil’s Coast with MC and Simeon sooo many times by now and he loves it!! Maybe the Devildom isn’t so bad after all, I mean, it can be a lot of fun when you go to the right places, anyway.

Solomon

Oh, he finds them both deeply fascinating and utterly terrifying - so just his sort of test sub-er, person!

He kids (somewhat), Solomon isn’t that dumb/lacking in self-preservation instinct. Experimenting on a child of death in a land of the dead (even if it’s not their “home turf”) would be asking for trouble. They’d have more than enough ammunition to fight him off and if their father found out? Immortality wouldn’t even begin to save him...

That being said, questions aren’t necessarily experiments… and oh boy, does he have a lot of them.

If the MC isn’t being pestered by Diavolo or the brothers, then they’re probably having to put up with Solomon nipping at their heels trying to get them to use their powers or answer all sorts of “innocent” scientific questions…

“MC, reanimation of Greek dead requires a blood offering, correct? Do you have to sacrifice animals for that process or do you allow them to feast on your own?”

“MC, when you’re controlling a skeleton do you move the body as a whole or do you have to animate each individual bone due to their lack of ligaments?”

“Think fast!! Oh look, you just caught the skull of my good friend, Richard! Could you bring him back from that, or should I fetch the rest of him?” 🙂

They put up with it because, believe it or not, he’s not nearly the weirdest person they’ve ever met (a lot of crazy people drift in and out of the land of the dead…) and well… they’re a pretty lonely person too so it’s not like they have a lot of standards when it comes to friendships anyway.

But the second they breathe a word of this to Barbs or Diavolo, this boy is on his way to a royal restraining order… Where does he even get those skulls…?

#obey me #obey me shall we date #shall-we-date-obey-me #obey me undateables #obey me datables #obey me diavolo #obey me barbatos #obey me simeon #obey me luke #obey me solomon #obey me demigods #obey me requests

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kunikuzxshi · 3 years

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S/O catching Setsuno, Chronostasis, Overhaul, Shigaraki, Denki, and/or Dabi cheating on them with their friend

Gotcha darling <3

My heart broke with shiggy’s with me being the simp I am, so I had to modify his a little bit.

I can’t think with overhaul right now, so you’re only getting 5 of them until I can clear my head. They also seem to get shorter as you go down the list, so sorry!

Angst | GN! reader | SFW

Shigaraki, Setsuno, Denki, Chrono (Hari), and Dabi getting caught cheating

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Dabi

He was gone for days at a time, and he never told you where he was going. His phone was always faced down when he set it down, and he changed his password. You just thought it was private information for the league. Slowly, he started to get cocky, leaving his notifications open for you to see. On the screen flashed your friend’s name and phone number.

Waiting until night, you silently followed him out the door, waiting an extra few minutes to make sure he wasn’t coming back.

Standing only a few feet away, was your boyfriend who you loved so dearly, holding your friend like she’d disappear if he let go.

“Do you think they’ll find out?” she asked, her eyes locking with his.

“Don’t worry, I made sure they wouldn’t know. Besides, even if they did, I’d rather have you. I’m only with them for ranks.” he said. Your heart shattered like glass. Was that really why?

“I’m right here, assholes.” you said, making sure they could hear you loud and clear. Their heads instantly snapped back in your direction. “I thought I could trust both of you... I guess I thought wrong” you said quietly, trying to hold back your tears.

“Baby wait-” Dabi tried to speak, but unfortunately for him, all he got from it was a hard punch to his stomach.

You ran away, immediately getting rid of any evidence that either of them had been in your life. The only thing you could do now was watch, leaving you to question what else in your life was fake...

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Shigaraki

Eyes focused only on his figure as he held someone else in his arms. He promised to change the world for you, he promised you he’d do anything to make you happy. Was that all a lie?

“Shig- please tell me its a prank...” you said quietly.

He knew what he was doing, he knew it’d break your heart if you found out. He tried his best to hide it, but his “new lover” had found your number in his phone and messaged you to meet them somewhere. He didn’t care about them, he just needed the information they had.

They spoke up. “Sorry sweetheart, guess your luck ran out! Oh well, you could always try again with someone else. Better luck next time!” they mocked, holding his hand tighter as he lowered his head in defeat.

Your tears spilled from your eyes, soaking into the fabric of your clothes and the concrete below you. “I thought... I thought you loved me...” you said in defeat, your voice cracking as you lowered your head, refusing to met their glare.

He let go of them and approached you, holding you like his life depended on it. “I didn’t mean it, let me explain... please! I’ll do anything! I did it for us, Y/N, I swear! Please... don’t leave me, I don’t want to be alone again.” he whispered in your ear as the person behind him glared daggers at you. His tears soaked into your shirt as his grip only tightened.

He picked you up and carried you back to your shared apartment, setting you down on the counter as he kissed your cheek, trying to fix his mistake. He shouldn’t have taken the offer, not if it meant there’d be a chance you’d leave him. His tears mixed with your own as you stayed silent, an occasional sob falling from your lips as he tried to show you that he didn’t mean it.

“It was for you, I’ll explain later if you wish. Just please don’t go, I can’t handle that...” he said softly, “I promise I’ll fix it, I promise I’ll be a better boyfriend, I swear on my life I’ll make it alright, I’ll do anything you want, just don’t leave. I need you, Y/N. I want to spend the rest of my life with you, just don’t go... please. We’ll go wherever you want, you can keep me locked up in a room for all I care, I just want you, no one else! I’ll make it up to you, I swear.”

He went back to kissing you, stopping to wipe yours tears and his as he pulled you against him. For the rest of the night, you stood there with him, trying to process what had happened, and what he promised you.

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Denki

You knew Denki was a flirt, you knew what you had gotten yourself into when you agreed to go on a date with him. You never thought he’d take it this far though.

He promised you that he never meant anything he said to them, he promised you that you were the only one for him, and that everyone else was just entertaining, nothing else.

Yet here he was, kissing your childhood friend, the two people you would trust with your life, had torn you apart atom by atom.

“Why... What’d I do wrong! If you weren’t happy, you could’ve just been honest...” you said, tears already forming in your eyes as only your “friend” turned to look at you.

“I’m sorry, Y/N. I didn’t think we were serious.” he said, his tone casual and energetic, like he didn’t even care.

You ran down the block, only your friend went after you.

“Y/N! I’m so sorry! He told me he was single, I didn’t know anything, I promise! If I had known, I would’ve declined his offer...” she said, tears going down her face as well. She seemed more apologetic than Denki ever was.

“I-... I can’t just forgive you, y’know? I’m sorry, you can have him, I don’t care anymore. Just don’t talk to me again, I just need time to think...”

All she did in response was nod her head.

You slid down the wall of a bookstore, watching people across the street, specifically couples, trying to imagine that was you and Denki instead of two unfamiliar faces.

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Chronostasis

Hari Kurono, a respected thug, in a relationship with Y/N L/N. You knew it was too good to be true. He was pretty, he had some power, and he was a respected yakuza member, second only to Overhaul.

You were taking care of Eri for the day, you were going to take her to an amusement park, but you came back to grab your bag. In your shared room, was Hari with another woman. His mask was off, and the girl was swooning over him. She even kissed him, and he didn’t do anything, You stood there in silence, slowly backing out, but a floorboard creaked.

“Y/N?! It’s not what it looks like!” He frantically shouted, pushing the girl off of him and running to you.

“Really? Then tell me, why are there lipstick marks on you? I don’t even use makeup, jerk!” You yelled back, trying not to curse since Eri was in the next room over.

You ran out before a big scene could form. You’d deal with it later, but you didn’t want to cry in front of Eri. You picked her up and ran out, not even bothering to look back as he called out for you.

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Setsuno

He left his mask on your bed. You thought it was a mistake, since Overhaul always made him wear his mask. After about an hour of searching for him, you decided to track his phone. Overhaul would kill him if he found out he didn’t take his mask.

As you approached the spot he was supposed to be at, it led you straight to a restaurant, one that he would always take you to for date nights. You saw the familiar green shirt and yellow hair, but there was someone else. He noticed you right away as you dropped his mask, taking the knife that was in it.

He chased you out of the restaurant, frantically calling out your name. “Y/N! Wait! Slow down, I can explain! Please just listen to me!” he yelled, but you continued to sprint down the street, his knife still in your hand.

He caught up with you and grabbed your wrist. You turned back to face him as he took the knife from you, throwing it across the road.

“Y/N, please listen to me! I-” he started, only to be cut off by a hard slap to his face.

“Toya! I trusted you! You always said how much you hated cheaters, and here you are, cheating on me with some slut! I’m fucking done with this! Tell Overhaul I quit, I don’t ever want to see you again!’“ You yelled back. His heart broke as he realized what you said, that you were right.

The thing that had broke him had broke you, and it was all his fault. He watched as you walked away, your tears dropping onto the sidewalk. When he got back, your things were already gone, and you had already blocked him on every platform you could think of. He sank to the floor as he cried, his hair covering his face.

You had forgotten something.

Under the bed, was a box he had given you. It was filled with pictures of you two, gifts he had given you, jewelry, plushies, knives with your names engraved in them, everything. He started picking out object from the box, until he had found a small black box. Inside was ring.

The same ring he has proposed to you with, the very thing he had sworn to love you forever with, was in his hand. He had covered the box with small hearts and even put a picture of you two inside of it. It was the exact same ring, and it was still in perfect condition. He picked it out for you, and you had taken great pride in it, showing it off to the other precepts as you dragged him around with you. His heart broke into a million pieces. The only difference now, was that you were gone.

There were so many things he wanted to do with you, so many things he wanted to experience with you. He would’ve loved to start a family with you, and don’t get him started on marrying you. He could’ve died peacefully knowing you were his partner for life. Now, he would never get to do that.

All he had left of you was a small box, flashing memories that he wished he could have back. A constant reminder of you, the perfect lover in his eyes, were now out of his reach, all because of him.

#angst #mha imagines #shigaraki tomura #shigaraki tomura x reader #setsuno toya x reader #setsuno toya #dabi x reader #dabi #toya todoroki #shimura tenko #chronostasis #hari kurono #shie hissaikai #league of villains #shigaraki angst #dabi angst

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elysiadjarin · 3 years

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Sword and Shield 7

Tags: Bad Batch x reader (you), fem!coded, poly!relationship, multi-part series, nonhuman!reader, Echo later on

Part 6: https://elysiadjarin.tumblr.com/post/655814128564355072/sword-and-shield-6

Warnings: not really much, some mentions of fights etc.

Notes: Well, after this chapter y’all... I think. You know. Where this about to go...

7: Tumbling

Tipoca greeted you the way it always did: a bustle of commotion as soon as you stepped foot off of the ship. You’d dressed in the standard gear that the Kaminoans had given you: a modified pair of blacks that essentially fit you like a jumpsuit.

Following Hunter, you and the rest of the team let him lead the way down the halls. Clones moved through the hallways as well, some of them giving you looks but the majority just ignoring you. By the time Hunter had opened the door to the Bad Batch’s usual barracks, you’d begun to brace yourself for the usual checkups and procedures you knew would follow.

“Hey Shiv, looks like they’ve moved your stuff in already,” Wrecker said, bounding into the room and over to his bunk.

You went over to the singular trunk that had been set in the middle of the floor, labeled with your designation number Unit 526934. Opening the trunk, you found your extra few changes of clothes and the random odds and ends that you’d left behind. Most of your favored possessions you’d either left with the 501st or taken with you onto the ship already, so the little you’d left in your quarters on Tipoca held little to no value.

Digging through the trunk, you grabbed the one item you’d hoped they hadn’t forgot, relieved it was still there. You let out a breath as you closed the trunk and turned to the table. Turning over the small holoprojector, you placed it down on the table and flicked it on, watching the images flicker into view. You smiled as you flipped through the couple of pictures of you with the 501st when you’d first been taken to Tipoca.

Pictures of you, soaking wet from the rain, laughing with the 501st. Fives, splashing you as Kix chased after you both with a towel. Your smile faded a little as you came across a picture of Echo, his grinning face fixed on you and Fives as he watched you both slip on puddles and slick durasteel.

Flicking it off, you stuck it into your bag and looked around. Apparently you were required to stay with the Bad Batch now, not that you’d protest.

“Uh, Shiv— looks like they didn’t bother to put another bunk in here.” Hunter turned to you.

You shrugged. “That’s okay. I can go on the floor or something.”

“You could share with me.” Tech adjusted his goggles. “Mine can extend a little further.”

You turned to glance at his bunk. “Oh... are you sure?”

“Awww, no fair Tech! I wanna sleep with Shiv!” Wrecker leaped up from his bunk, promptly cracking his skull against the top of it and letting out a yelp.

You could have sworn your entire face flushed at the double entendre of the words, but you tried to swallow and push it away. “Um- if you’re alright with it....”

Tech’s face looked a little colored. “If you want.”

You gave him a grateful smile. “Thank you, Tech. You sure I won’t make you uncomfortable? I tend to gravitate toward heat... I’ve been told I’m a little cold-blooded.”

He opened his mouth to reply when Crosshair snorted. “Really Shiv, do you think any of us would complain about that?” he asked, sending you a dark smirk from the other side of the room.

You swallowed thickly as Wrecker laughed and Tech sheepishly rubbed the back of his neck. Hunter chuckled.

“Well, it’s not as if you haven’t all fondled me already,” you said smartly, turning on your heel to go back to your trunk.

A dead silence filled the room for a moment as you bent over the trunk and started rummaging again, trying to search for the pair of night clothes you’d left behind last time. They’d been comfortable, and you didn’t want to give them up.

Then Wrecker burst into hearty laughter again. He walked up to you, grabbing you and hoisting you up as you squeaked a startled protest. “That’s the way, Shiv! Give it to him!” He swung you around as you squealed, grabbing onto his shoulders.

“Wrecker— Maker, wait—“ you tried to say through laughs, the world spinning.

He playfully tossed you down onto his own bunk as you shrieked, hair falling into your face. Grinning, he bent over you and handed you something.

“I want you to meet Lula,” he presented with a flourish. “Made ‘er myself!”

You brushed hair out of your eyes and took the little stuffed bunny, smiling at the stitched-on smile. Leaning forward, you had to bury your face into the plush tummy and breathe in Wrecker’s unmistakable scent. It smelled like the sizzle after a rain of blaster fire, the plume of smoke from an explosion barely wafting through the air, all underscored by a hint of sweat and a warm, thick scent that you just knew was wholly him.

“Lula is really warm, and soft,” you said softly, fingers squeezing the arms as you smiled up at Wrecker.

He hovered over you, face lighting up as you approved. “You like it? It’s coming apart a little, though. I gotta get ‘er fixed.”

You looked back down at it curiously, then turned it over. A seam had started to unravel at the back. “Oh— I can fix that, if you have the materials,” you offered, tugging carefully at the thread to see how loose it had gotten. Frowning, you tied a knot in the thread to keep it from further unraveling.

“You can?” Wrecker leaped up, managing to avoid hitting his head that time, and went to go rummage in all the miscellaneous parts.

“Here, Wrecker,” Hunter said, tossing him something from the other side of the room.

Wrecker caught it, squinting down at it. “Oh goody, it’s the thread.” Then he resumed looking for what you hoped would be a needle.

“Do you need anything, Shiv?” Hunter asked, turning to you briefly from his bunk.

You shook your head, scooting to the edge of Wrecker’s bunk and carefully holding Lula. “No, thank you. My trunk is here, and I guess I’m sharing with Tech, so... I should be good. Besides,” you sighed, rolling your eyes, “the Kaminoans will give me whatever they see fit anyway.”

“Oh, right.” Hunter walked over to you, handing you a datapad. “You’re being called into the medbay at 1800 Standard. I assume for a checkup.”

You glanced at it, then nodded and scrunched your nose. “Yeah, it’s going to be a long one,” you sighed, shoulders slumping. “Especially since that stupid stunt I pulled on that first mission.” You absently reached up and rubbed your arm, feeling the phantom pain of melting flesh tearing away.

Hunter glanced at your arm with a frown. “I thought it healed?”

“It did,” you said, “but now they’re going to poke and prod at it for a while to figure out the cellular regeneration most likely. Plus, they never have figured out why bacta patches tend to do more harm than good on me.”

He nodded. “Fair enough.” He walked back to his bunk just as Wrecker returned triumphantly.

“Found ‘em, Shiv!” He presented them, sitting back down next to you.

You set Lula down in your lap in order to take the materials, threading the needle with the thick, dark thread. Trying the knot, you turned Lula to the nearest light source and carefully inserted the needle.

“How’d you learn to sew, Shiv?” Wrecker asked, watching you start to mend the split seam.

You tucked in a bit of the stuffing. “Slave days.” You shrugged slightly, focused on getting the seam pushed together properly so it wouldn’t unravel as easily. “Gotta sit still and look like a useful and pretty ornament, y’know. Whims of the rich and whatever.”

“I still don’t understand,” Hunter spoke up, a growl in his voice. “Why would a Separatist choose to make you an ornamental slave instead of a weapon partner?”

You took a moment to tie the knots and snap the thread, then started re-threading the needle to do another tight layer. You finally answered with a sigh. “Bragging rights. Besides, I wasn’t a person to them. I was just a biological weapon, nothing more. What’s the point in treating me like an independent being? It’s one of the biggest reasons I found family in the Clones.”

The thoughtful silence told you that your point had hit home, and you started the second layer carefully. “I’m going to do another layer just so that it won’t tear as easily next time, Wrecker,” you explained, watching the needle push through the fabric and the stitches crisscross over each other.

“Oh, yeah! Thanks, Shiv.” Wrecker nodded, still apparently finding the process interesting.

You hummed, double-knotting the last stitch and snapping the thread again. Turning, you handed him the newly-mended Lula.

He cheered, taking her back excitedly and beginning to babble about it.

You had to watch him with a smile even as you pushed the needle through the spool of thread. Wrecker’s innocent joy in the simple things had always drawn you, the way he let himself be unapologetically enthusiastic about what he cared about. You had to fondly smile as you watched him toss Lula about and razz Crosshair.

Standing after a moment, you went and put the needle and thread back on the table and resumed your interrupted search in your trunk. Thankfully, you’d found the sleepwear and set it on top. Standing, you ran a hand through your hair and glanced at the wall chrono. It read 1730, so you grimaced and grabbed your ankle monitor.

“I have to go to the medbay,” you called over your shoulder, hopping as you slapped the monitor on your ankle. “I should be back around 2100, hopefully before.”

“Good luck, Shiv,” Hunter said with a nod.

You threw them a wave as you rushed out the door, headed for the medbay. They usually wanted you to be early so you could take a quick sonic shower and change into the proper clothes. As you’d expected, you found a droid waiting for you as soon as you entered.

“Greetings, Unit 526934,” the droid bleeped. “Please make your way to the showers. You’ll find clothes waiting for you when you’re done.”

You nodded, biting back a sigh as you made your way over to the shower cubicles. Getting clean, you clambered out of the shower and changed into the loose-fitting robes that they’d provided. Picking at the hem of the shirt, you walked out into the attached room.

The droid waited by an examination table. “Please lie here.”

Without a word, you climbed onto the table and laid down, staring up at the ceiling. The monochrome color swirled in front of you, making you grimace and close your eyes against the brightness. A few minutes later, the doors opened just as the wall chrono chimed. You didn’t even bother opening your eyes.

“Hello, Unit 526934. Welcome back.” The smooth tones of the female Kaminoan washed over your ears. She started to move through the room, her silent footsteps only marked by the rattling of tools. “I trust your missions have been successful.”

“Depends on your definition, but sure,” you said flatly.

“You seem distressed,” she noted.

“Tired,” you corrected. It wasn’t a lie. You were definitely tired of these checkups, the way they always insisted on poking and prodding at you, picking you apart, shoving things into your bones and veins. Taking things from you. You hated it. But this, as you knew, was the price you’d chosen to pay.

To stay with the Bad Batch? You’d be the most cooperative patient they’d ever seen.

“I’m sorry to hear that. Would you like a tranquilizer while we do this checkup?” She offered.

“No thanks.” You kept your eyes closed, not protesting when her long fingers rested against your wrist.

The rest of the preparations took place silently as you forced every other thought out of your mind. You’d have to make sure you weren’t projecting too much so you didn’t bother the others. Sometimes, the way the Kaminoans experimented left you with an aching jaw as you grit your teeth against the pain.

Hooked up to an IV for a blood sampling and a medley of other liquids that they regularly drained into you, you felt the table jolt as you were pushed to the other side of the room. You opened your eyes, staring blankly above at the top of the machine that now hovered over you. It hummed to life, a soft light glowing at the edges of the smooth metal.

“According to your most recent report, you received a substantial injury on a mission,” the Kaminoan remarked smoothly. “Did you sustain any damage?”

“No,” you answered blankly, voice expressionless. “It healed over in two days. I had to cover it.”

The machine beeped, the droid puttering around the room coming over to check your IV. The blood sample had been taken, so it unhooked that line and instead gave you a small injection. Your arm numbed almost immediately, and you closed your eyes in resigned exhaustion.

“It looks like your scans show that you’ve completely regenerated sixty percent of the tissue in your arm recently,” the Kaminoan reported. “I will have to take samples to test. Did the injury reach your bone?”

“No.”

“Did you sustain any broken bones?”

“No.”

The Kaminoan tapped at the screen controlling the machine, readjusting the table so your head was mostly covered by it. You closed your eyes again, ignoring the other metallic clinks of instruments being prepared.

The Kaminoan returned. “It seems as though the removal of the inhibitor chips has continued to prove successful. Your brain functions have seemed to recover well,” she remarked clinically. “In time, you may have regained enough stability to consider a new one.”

You sourly hoped not.

The Kaminoan pulled the table back out, then settled you against the wall. The droid kept the fluids steadily dripping into your veins, and you felt the cold start to creep its way into your bones. Despairingly, you hoped that Tech wouldn’t mind if you ended up clinging to him like a leech by the time morning rolled around. It always came as a side-effect of the fluids. Though you knew that they boosted a lot of your internal functions, it still demanded a price.

“I will start taking samples.”

You grit your teeth, jaw ticking as you felt the cold needle press against your arm. It pushed, entering your skin without a sting thanks to the numbing agent, but you knew it wouldn’t last the deeper it went. And it continued to push. The pain started welling, and while you were used to pain, there was something about the cold metal point burrowing further down that always took you off guard.

The needle hit bone.

It took every ounce of willpower you had to shove back the scream that tore through your chest, welling in your throat. Ruthlessly, you shoved the pain away from the Bonds and down deep into yourself, willing yourself to stay quiet.

Your eyes nearly rolled back up into your skull with sheer relief when the needle pulled back out. The deep-tissue sample was usually the worst part. You could feel the light sheen of sweat that had broken out on your body start to cool even further, adding to the way your temperature dropped.

The ankle monitor beeped, warning about your plummeting temperature, and the droid instantly began to dial the fluid drip back. The Kaminoan nurse swiftly pulled a heat lamp down over the table, letting the artificial heat wash over you. Your muscles had started to tense with the cold, your eyes still stubbornly screwed shut against the pain.

“Your temperature should start rising soon,” the Kaminoan tried to soothe, adjusting the heat lamp.

Darkness plucked at the edges of your consciousness, and you blacked out.

Exhausted and still cold, you limped back into the Bad Batch’s quarters with the ankle monitor still on and a medbay blanket wrapped around your shoulders.

“Shiv?” Hunter sounded incredulous.

You looked up and waved them off. “This is normal, don’t worry about it,” you sighed, going to your trunk.

“What do you mean, normal? None of us have every come back from medbay looking worse than when we went in,” he demanded.

“Lemme get changed and I’ll explain,” you promised, grabbing your night clothes and heading for the bathroom. Changing into the comfortable pair of shorts and tank top, you wrapped the blanket around your shoulders again and shuffled back out into the room.

Tech was already sitting on his bed, so you went to go sit next to him, pulling the blanket to cover your feet. With a groan, you reached up to rub at your eye.

“Are you alright, Shiv?” Tech turned to you with concern, eyebrows furrowing.

“No, I’m freezing cold,” you said miserably.

“What did they do to you?” Hunter asked again with a frown.

You sighed, leaning into Tech’s shoulder. “Normal procedure for me is going in and getting a blood check, physical, and brain scan. I also have to get a bag of fluids that’s made to boost some of my biological functions, kind of like how you’re modified to be enhanced. It helps with my physical upkeep, but the side-effect is brutal. I’m going to freeze like an icicle for the rest of the night,” you grumbled. “And since I had to regenerate sixty percent of the tissue in my arm, they took a deep tissue sample.”

“A what?” Wrecker asked, tilting his head from his bunk. He held Lula up, craning his neck toward you quizzically.

“A deep tissue sample is when an injection has to be made in order to obtain cells from a section of a patient’s body,” Tech answered for you. “Oftentimes I’ve heard it can be very painful when it reaches bone.”

“They’ve got that right,” you said, eyes drooping closed with a heavy sigh. “They even had to turn on the heat lamp this time to get my temp back up. Oh, Tech,” you added as an afterthought, “I hope my ankle monitor won’t bother you. I have to keep it on tonight to monitor my vital functions. Like I said, the fluids tend to drain me of any and all heat.”

“It’s not a problem, Shiv,” Tech reassured. “If it goes off, what should I be prepared to do?”

“The only reason it’ll probably go off is if my body temp drops too low,” you sighed. “If I can’t, tap the monitor for me and it’ll manually send a burst of heat to regulate me.”

“Are you sure you’re going to be alright? You said the process was painful.” Hunter checked.

You shrugged. “Nothing I’m not used to,” you said. “If anything, I hope I don’t bother Tech. I’m going to become an ice-cold leech.”

“I suppose it’s a good thing I volunteered, then,” Tech said dryly, wrapping an arm around your shoulders. “I’ll have to take advantage of whatever chances I get.”

You let out a laugh despite yourself. “Be careful what you wish for. You might regret it in the morning.”

“Nah, if Tech doesn’t want ya I’ll take ya, Shiv!” Wrecker grinned. “Lula and I can make room.”

“Thanks, Wrecker.” You smiled, feeling the sleepiness descend. Yawning, you leaned your head against Tech’s shoulder.

The cold dragged you into sleep.

“Shiv. Shiv, it’s time to get up.”

You let out a groan, pulled out of blessed sleep. You didn’t want to move. You felt perfectly, comfortably warm, and something heavy was draped across your waist. Instead, you whined petulantly and buried your head into the source of warmth you were so tightly pressed against.

A sharp inhale of breath hissed against your ear, but you were already falling back asleep-

“Shiv.” Someone’s mouth had pressed against your ear. “We have to get ready for the conditioning in an hour.”

Slowly, the words bled into your sluggish mind. Conditioning... an hour. Tipoca. Kaminoa. Right. Training exercises. An hour-?

With a yelp, you jolted awake and found yourself flailing. Your entire body went off the edge of the bed, slamming against the unforgiving floor. Grimacing, you reached up to rub the spot where your hip had landed.

“Ow, ow— don’t scare me like that, Maker—“ You opened your eyes to see Tech peering over the edge of the bunk at you.

“You alright, Shiv? Sorry I didn’t catch you, you startled me,” he said.

You stared up at him for a minute, your brain starting to put pieces together. You’d... probably been pressed against him. And that weight: his arm on your waist. The soft murmur and his kiss to your ear. You flushed.

“Oh, Tech— I’m sorry, I told you I’d probably end up being a leech,” you groaned.

“I wasn’t complaining, Shiv,” Tech said, swinging himself to a sitting up position.

You sat up, still rubbing at your sore hip. “Well there’s another bruise,” you muttered. “Thank you, Tech. I feel back to normal, I think.” You stood gingerly, patting at yourself. Your body temperature felt pretty normal, a bit chilly from waking up but nothing unusual.

“As much as I’d like to continue seeing you walk around in that, I think you might want to get ready for the conditioning,” Hunter remarked, walking past.

You blinked, then flushed as you remembered the shorts and tank top. Shaking your head, you grabbed your outfit from your trunk and went to go change.

By the time everyone was geared up and ready to go, you were starting to feel a little less sore from the needles. While the numbing agent had worked, it sill left a bit of an ache deep in your arm where it had hit bone. You walked down the hall following Hunter and absently rubbed your arm.

“Is your arm still hurting?” Crosshair asked sharply.

You started a bit. “Oh... I mean, it’s more of an ache. The needle hit my bone, so it feels weird,” you said, shaking your head. “It’ll go away.”

You arrived at the training deck on time. Taking in a deep breath, you tried to mentally prepare yourself. You didn’t know exactly what they’d throw at you this time around. You had to be prepared.

The Kaminoans watched from the observation deck above as you walked in, the doors sliding shut with a hiss behind you. The Prime Minister was there as well, to no one’s surprise.

Force 99, please prepare yourselves for a standard simulation. Unit 526934, please prepare to engage yourself as a non-lethal training weapon only.

You simply turned to Hunter, waiting for directions. He nodded to everyone as they started pulling their helmets on. “You guys know the drill. We’re used to Shiv by now. Just act like you would any other mission. Shiv.” He turned to you, holding out his hand. “Permission to Transfer.”

You sucked in a breath and grasped his hand. “Transfer Granted.” As soon as you’d Shifted, you didn’t even bother projecting an astral form as the simulation began. You’d already defaulted to Hunter’s preferred modifications, though you carefully made sure that your fire was stun-only.

The combat droids started to swarm, causing Hunter to duck and weave through the barriers and start firing. A pattern soon presented itself, and you picked up on it as soon as Hunter did.

“Tech!” Hunter yelled, tossing you.

You guided the weapon into Tech’s outstretched hand, instantly splitting into two. You whispered across the Bond. Pattern of four, flanking both sides and driving a wedge down the middle.

Tech nodded as he continued to fire and make his way closer to Hunter. “So it’s trying to funnel us toward the center and get us trapped,” he deduced.

“Wrecker, clear a path down the middle, Tech and I will cover you!” Hunter shouted.

“Wrecker, catch!” Tech called.

Wrecker whooped and caught you easily, charging straight into the middle of the arena. You formed yourself into a stun grenade launcher, and he eagerly fired a few into the swarm. Manually charging in as Hunter and Tech picked off the ones that got too close, Wrecker used you to both shoot as well as physically bat away some of the droids.

From a vantage point, Crosshair had already started sniping down the towers and picking off droids that threatened any of his other teammates.

Droids started swarming you and Wrecker even more, and you were pressed to focus on both keeping a second eye out for him as well as making sure your shots were still stun-only instead of live fire. They swarmed towards the center, and you quietly murmured across the Bonds.

Wrecker laughed heartily, elated by the action and the promise Hunter’s conveyed plan presented. “Let’s do it!” He roared, swinging you in a circle and firing gleefully. “Come and get it!”

It only took another moment before Hunter yelled “Now!”

Wrecker barely hesitated, pushing himself off the ground in a mighty leap to the side. He fired unerringly toward the mass of droids, a stun-grenade arcing through the air. A bolt from Crosshair hit the grenade dead-center, and it went off in a mighty pulse as you dragged Wrecker down to the ground to avoid the shockwave of the blast.

All the droids hovering in the air instantly dropped, sparking.

Slowly, Wrecker looked up. A moment of silence, then a bell chimed from above.

Simulation complete. Prepare for phase 2.

Wrecker scrambled to his feet. “What? Phase 2? What’s that?”

Hunter, Crosshair, and Tech quickly came up.

You materialized over Wrecker’s shoulder. “Phase 2 is my fault,” you said quickly. “It’s meant to be a test of how well I can switch between all of you as need be. There’s going to be most likely a set of obstacles of some sort that will lean on your individual strengths and see how well and quickly I can adapt.”

Hunter nodded. “Everyone keep as close as possible and support Shiv. Keep sharp and listen to the Bonds and each other.”

Everyone nodded and scattered to nearby barriers. For the time being, you stayed with Wrecker.

As soon as you caught sight of a droid staring to rise from a panel in the floor, you sent a pulse over the Bond. Wrecker barely paused before turning and chucking you clear across three barriers.

Hunter caught you as you Shifted into his modified blaster. “Any ideas, Shiv?” he asked tightly.

It’s a heavy fire unit, You guessed by its build. I don’t know what mods it might have, but I think treating it like an armored assassin droid would be best.

He nodded, then leapt over the barrier and started to run towards the droid. He weaved and dodged the bolts, and you Shifted into an energy shield to help block any stray blasts. Hunter dropped and skidded across the floor as you Shifted back into a blaster. Leaping up, he shoved the blaster into the crack between the two chinks of chest armor and fired.

Dodging out of the way, Hunter instantly turned and kicked at the droid’s legs. You Shifted into a vibro-shiv, and he slashed instantly at the droid’s back plate. The droid fell to its knees, and Hunter sank the shiv into its head plate, carving it open. You Shifted into a blaster again, and he fired instantly into the now-open head.

The droid crumpled, and Hunter whirled around to look for the source of the faint buzzing he’d heard. As soon as he caught sight of the tiny, round droid speeding around the edges of the room, he whipped his arm back.

“Cross!” He shouted in warning.

You Shifted midair, guiding yourself into Crosshair’s hands, already complete as his preferred modified sniper rifle. He smirked, then sprinted over to one of the towers in the room. You positioned your astral form in the usual place to his left. He climbed the tower, taking up a spot and propping you up on the railing.

Peering through your sight, Crosshair let out a quiet breath. You took the moment of complete silence in his head to gather yourself, preparing for his next order. His warning came a split second before the shot itself, but you were prepared. His shot hit the tiny droid almost dead-on, and a moment later you’d deflected a last ditch-effort shot made by the now-useless droid.

Crosshair turned his head to catch sight of the tower’s control panel flickering on. “Tech,” he hollered down, dropping you.

Tech looked up, catching both blasters you’d Shifted into flawlessly. Crawling around his barrier, he started into a dead-sprint toward the nearest tower. He lifted you as you Shifted into another shield, holding you above his head just in case. You took a single shot thanks to his weaving and dodging, so you were ready when he reached the tower.

He instantly propped you up and began slicing into the tower’s controls. It took him all of a minute while you braced yourself. You kept Shifting sizes of the shield depending on the shots aimed toward you. If you concentrated on a shot, it was much easier to conserve energy, maybe even absorb it and use it to refuel yourself. But the larger the shield, the more the shots would take out of you.

It didn’t take long for Tech to finish slicing and recoding the tower. Its turret rotated and started firing at the others until they were all down.

Tech grabbed you, letting you Shift back into his twin blasters. He sent you the schematics for a set of weapons, then shouted “Wrecker!” You automatically became an IWS as Wrecker caught you, but you studied the schematics Tech had given you with interest. A pair of armored gloves?

You started to copy the weapon, figuring why not? Wrecker looked down in surprise as you covered his hands, forming into the heavy gloves.

“Whoa, what are these?” Wrecker’s eyes lit up with interest as he turned his hands over.

Why don’t we find out? You asked with a smile. So far, this had been the most successful Phase 2 you’d ever experienced, and while you could feel the stress, it didn’t debilitate you like it had before.

Wrecker looked up just in time to see the center floor panel open up to reveal a giant droid ambling forwards. He grinned, then slammed his fists together in front of himself. The gloves started sparking, and you quickly made them stun instead of live energy.

With a whoop, Wrecker leapt forwards toward the heavy-duty droid. His first punch with the gloves made the droid shudder, sparking; but after a moment, it recovered itself and pressed forward again. You kept half a mind on Wrecker and continued studying the schematics of the gloves, refining the gloves and streamlining it as you familiarized yourself with it.

“Hey Shiv,” Wrecker grunted, still punching away at the droid, “what else do these do?”

You absently flicked on a button, and faintly heard Wrecker whoop as energy coils started threading between the gloves. Wrecker knocked the droid’s legs out from under it and started to wrap the energy coils around its head and neck joints. Still, you only half paid attention as you continued to study the schematics. They had aspects that made you wonder if Tech had been modifying it himself. There were mods that clearly hadn’t been made for a standardized weapon.

“Gimme a last good punch, Shiv!” Wrecker hollered.

You looked up from the schematics, shifting your attention, and powered up the gloves to as high of a safe extent as you could. Wrecker let out a shout and slammed his full weight into the chest of the droid. The entire chest plate caved in, and you winced as the stun energy rippled though the entire rest of the droid, reducing it to a heap of smoking parts.

Wrecker stood, nodding in satisfaction and smacking the gloves together. “These are awesome!” He cheered, shaking his fists in the air. “Hey Shiv, can we use these more often?”

You materialized over his shoulder, staring at them yourself. “I haven’t figured out all of it yet, so it might take me some time to make it better. But yes, if you’d like,” you agreed.

He turned his head to you in surprise. “You haven’t?” he asked as the rest of the team approached, the finish bell ringing.

You shook your head. “Tech gave me the schematics before he passed me to you.”

“You mean you made it functional on the fly?” Hunter asked, surprised.

You nodded. “Yes. I’ve studied weapons for most of my life, so it’s not as difficult anymore. But this schematic has modifications that weren’t meant for this weapon originally, so I’ll have to further study it to make it as practical as possible without compromising the rest of the weapon’s functions and overall integrity.”

Tech adjusted his goggles. “I didn’t expect you to try it right away. It was a weapon I’d found base schematics for on a mission. I thought I’d try to make some mods to accommodate Wrecker’s particular preferences. I figured I’d share what I had with you for the time being, since you’re now our partner and weapon.”

You disengaged, staggering a little as you dropped to the ground. Catching yourself, you shook your head from the giddiness that bled over from Wrecker.

“I like it,” Wrecker said with an adamant nod.

You smiled dizzily. “G-good.”

Hunter caught your arm. “You good?” His eyebrows furrowed for a moment.

“I’m fine, just-“ you squinted, balancing yourself. Taking a breath, you re-centered and shook your head. “I’m a little... that was the best I think I’ve ever done for a Phase 2,” you admitted breathlessly.

“You did great.” Hunter gave you an encouraging nod.

“I believe that was also one of the quickest battle sims we’ve managed to complete,” Tech noted, scrolling on his wrist unit. “We took a total of eight minutes and fifteen seconds for the first one. During Phase 2, Shiv Shifted weapons a total of 12 times in the span of twelve minutes and twenty seconds.”

Battle Simulations Complete. Performance Satisfactory. Prepare for mission assignment within forty-eight chrons.

You flushed as your stomach let out a loud growl. You hadn’t really eaten since lunch the day before, and you were now feeling it.

Wrecker laughed. “Let’s go get food!” He clapped your shoulder and started toward the doors.

Tech fell into step beside you as you all walked towards the now-open doors. “You did very well,” he offered. “I saved the footage in case you wanted to review it.”

You gave him an appreciative smile. “I’d love that, thanks, Tech. I’m glad I did well.” You let out a sigh of pure relief. “It was really stressful.”

As soon as the Bad Batch walked into the canteen, you mentally braced yourself for snide comments. It was always the same no matter who you were with, and worse if you were alone. Still, you hoped that the others wouldn’t be too effected by it.

Grabbing a tray, you felt your shoulders hunch a little. You just... wished others would simply ignore you. Their comments didn’t even matter, but it always felt so awkward. And sometimes, you’d found, ignoring them only earned you more trouble. Putting the bland food on your tray, you wished for a moment that you could just cook something yourself on the ship.

You followed behind Wrecker’s bulk as he confidently made his way to an empty table. Feeling a presence behind you, you glanced back with wide eyes to see Crosshair following behind you.

“Sit on my side of the table, Shiv,” Cross said coolly. “Wrecker always starts something in the canteen when others make comments.”

Though you didn’t really mind either way, you nodded and slid into the spot next to Crosshair on the bench. Hunter slid in on your other side, while Tech and Wrecker sat across from the three of you.

You just silently tucked into your food, grateful for the nutrition at the very least. Wrinkling your nose at the dubious soup, you decided to dunk your bread into it instead to avoid the taste as much as possible.

“The soup never is good,” Hunter said with a roll of his eyes as he copied you.

You nodded with a soft hum, spooning the other food into your mouth.

A group of troopers passed by your table, chuckling and nudging each other. “Well if the outcasts don’t find each other,” one of them sneered in your direction.

Another snorted. “Yeah, looks like the Sad Batch found the flimsi-opener.”

You were fully prepared to ignore it all when Wrecker leapt up from his seat.

“Leave Shiv alone,” Wrecker fairly growled, glaring at the group of troopers.

Choking on a spoonful, you pounded at your chest at the unexpected rush of heat that traveled down your body at the sound of Wrecker’s voice dropping that low and raking down your spine. It was the sound of his voice as much as the abrupt defense that took you off guard, and the way your body reacted to it completely unbalanced you. You could feel color burst in your cheeks as you stared wide-eyed up at Wrecker still glaring balefully at the troopers.

“Sit down, Wrecker,” Hunter said, waving his hand. “They don’t know what they’re talking about anyway.”

Wrecker huffed. “They don’t deserve to talk to Shiv like that,” he complained.

You shook your head wordlessly, trying desperately to shove the memory of Wrecker’s face contorted in a feral snarl, his growl rolling through your mind. You weren’t even sure why it had effected you so heavily, but... You shifted a little in your seat, realizing with despair that Hunter would probably be able to smell your reaction at this rate.

“You okay, Shiv?” Wrecker turned to you, back to his normal husk as he frowned.

You coughed, shaking your head and then nodding. Swallowing thickly, you pressed your thighs together and desperately tried to refocus on your food.

Beside you, Crosshair let out a low, knowing chuckle. His hand under the table briefly brushed up your leg, and you let out a squeak, instantly clapping your hand over your mouth.

“You look flushed, Shiv, are you alright?” Tech frowned, observing your face.

“No- ye- no-“ you choked out, pointedly trying to look down at your tray. Biting your lip hard, you picked up your spoon again. Why was everything suddenly so... sensitive?

“If they say anything again, I’m throwing this table,” Wrecker said darkly, glaring around the canteen.

You couldn’t take anymore. You needed out. Standing abruptly, you grabbed your tray. “Excuse me, I’ll- I’ll be in the room-“ You fled, choking on your own words. Fairly throwing the tray at the return, you started running down the hallway and out of the canteen.

You barely made it to the barracks before your knees gave out. Leaning against the table, you sucked in a burning breath and closed your eyes, shivering. You didn’t even know why, but something about the way Wrecker had instantly stood to his full 6 foot 6 inches and growled at the person who had insulted you just... did something. It was like someone had flipped a dusty switch in your mind and broken a dam in the process.

Sucking in a breath, you grabbed your sleep clothes and went to go change in the fresher. You needed out of your blacks as soon as possible. The heat that spread through your whole body was the polar opposite of what you’d felt the night before.

Still, even after you’d changed into the tank top and shorts, your body still felt like it was on fire. The heat puddled in your lower belly, making you press your hand against it. Your skin felt so hypersensitive, the comfortable clothes rasping against you in a way that made you squeeze your eyes shut.

Grabbing a datapad, you shakily tried to scroll to the report of your last medbay visit hooked to the ankle monitor you’d shed that morning. Scrolling through it, you pulled up the list of the fluids you’d been injected with. A particular side effect listed on one of them made you let out a broken groan and sink down onto the nearest bunk.

The door flew open. “Shiv?”

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