#solder boy x reader
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Summary: Soldier Boy fools around with someone that's supposed to be insignificant. But he finds himself more drawn than he could ever be.
Genre: romance, angst
Characters: Soldier Boy x female reader
WARNING: cursing, violence, smoking, mentions of weed, depictions of sex, mentions of abuse, character death, minors dni -- It's Soldier Boy, he is the warning.
a/n: this man.. I can't.
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It didn't matter who he was.
You didn't care, as long as he showed up with the money or weed he promised.
"So, what time you get off today, darlin'?"
Ben sat in the booth, having his lunch where he always does -- the diner you worked at. It was small, grimy, but a local favorite.
"Soon, in about half an hour." You replied. "What do you want?"
He smirked. "You know what I want. Keep the change, I'll see you later tonight."
You first met Ben when he was saving your boss, the diner owner, from being robbed. That's mostly why he always eats at the diner, his payment for saving your boss was a free meal each day (though he leaves tips anyway).
After having you serve him, Ben didn't want anybody else. He would only ask for you, and that sparked your deal with him. In reality, it was just an opportunity for blackmail.
He caught you smoking in the back alley one time, and after threatening to spill the beans to your boss, he decided to keep your little secret. In exchange of your services -- after hours.
He'd come, fuck you over, and leave money. You took offense at first, but at this point you didn't care. It was money that you needed, and he fucked you good.
By the time you reached your apartment, Ben was already inside waiting for you.
"There's my sweet." He sighed in relief before spreading his legs and smirking, "Strip."
Rolling your eyes, you took off your clothes, showing him your naked body underneath the waitress uniform you had to wear.
"Mm, no underwear under that short skirt? Baby, you should've told me earlier." Ben stood up, circling around you, his breath right next to your ear. "Would've taken you right then and there."
You gulped, feeling his cold uniform touching your bare skin.
You know the rest.
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Sometimes you wonder if what you're doing with Soldier Boy is worth it. Yes, he's charming, he has that je ne sais quoi factor, and God was he handsome. The only problem was that he's ruthless, and calling him a 'bad guy' was an understatement.
"You're scared of me." He stated the obvious while lying naked on your bed. "Why?"
"Are you really asking why?" You snorted as you put on some clothes. "You could literally snap my head off at any moment you like. That fact isn't exactly comforting."
He smiled, "Aw, but I won't do that. I like you, you're fun to keep around."
"Very reassuring."
He had stuck the money on the fridge with a magnet, like he always does. It still makes you feel bad, makes you feel like a whore, but you needed the money -- at this point, you are a whore.
"What's on your mind?"
"Nothing."
He frowned, a smile of disbelief on his face. "Usually you'd already be smoking by now."
"I can't." You said, "My brother's coming to visit and he's staying. I need to look like I have my shit together."
"Brother? I didn't know you had a brother."
You raised a brow. "Cause I don't need to tell you. Anyway, you can't come over for the next week."
It was his turn to raise a brow. "What do you mean I can't?"
"I can't have my brother look at me like this -- with obvious sex bruises."
"Sounds like you're even more scared of your brother than me." He joked, but when he saw the look in your eyes he started to wonder.
"Oh, you are scared of him."
"He's my brother." You swallowed thickly, grabbing yourself a glass of water. "He's just strict."
Ben looked at you for a minute before deciding to let the topic go. "Well, whoever he is, I'm still coming over. He can't stop me from getting my daily dose of addiction."
He left a kiss on your neck before leaving your apartment. "I'll see you soon, baby doll."
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Yes, you're scared of your brother.
It sounds silly, but when you were kids he used to hit you -- playfully at first, but then it got more serious. He called you names that he would disguise as playful and harmless, and you believed all he said.
That's why as you're picking him up, you're nervous as hell.
"Took you long enough."
"Hi to you too." You sighed, "Come on, my apartment's just down the block."
He handed you his bag and walked ahead. "Keep up, dumbass."
"Why are you here, anyway?"
"What, I can't visit my little sister?" He said in a 'loving' tone. "My friends are gonna hang. I'll just be here for a few days."
Thank God. You thought to yourself.
Your brother, Kyle, immediately went to your fridge to find some food.
"Help yourself..." you muttered.
"What did you say?" He frowned.
"Nothing," You sighed, dropping his bag on the couch while you cleaned up some dishes.
Kyle leaned against the counter. "Damn straight. You're starting to disrespect me. I should check in on you more often."
"I'm an adult, Kyle." You protested, "You don't need to protect me."
Big air quotes on protect.
"You're still my little sister." He sighed, "I don't want anything to happen to you."
For a moment there you felt like Kyle's changed. Maybe he's different now. Maybe he's no longer the ass-
"What the fuck?" Kyle squinted at the bruise he could see under your shirt. "Is that a fucking hickey?"
You pulled your shirt. "No, um, it's-"
"It is!" He scoffed, "God, I'm out there working my ass off and you're here just whoring around town? Jesus Christ."
"I'm not-"
"Get a real job, Y/N. Oh wait, sorry, you already have one -- being the community slut."
It was rage that you were feeling. Your hands were sweating, your heart was beating too fast for its own good, and your hand was holding a glass.
You did what you always do, breathe in and out. Count to ten. Don't let him get to you--
"Who the fuck would want you now? Worthless. Since the moment you were born."
Until that last comment somehow triggered your arm to swing and hit his head. The glass in your hand shattered into pieces when it hit his head, and Kyle was now lying on the ground, unconscious.
You weren't sure what happened -- no, you know exactly what happened.
Your hands were shaking while you tried to balance yourself.
What did you do?
How- why- shit-
"Shit."
You heard a familiar voice at the entrance of your apartment.
"Ben.. I-"
"Don't move." He said, warning you about the glass that was everywhere. Ben moved closer to Kyle, checking his pulse, though he knew the chances were slim. There was a big piece of glass that went through his skull.
"Is.. Is he?"
Ben stood up and covered you away from Kyle. "Come on, let's get you cleaned up."
"Ben, is he- is my brother.. I didn't mean to, I.. I couldn't.." You struggled with your words, chest heaving in panic because you realize what you'd just done.
Ben checked your hands for any cuts, but luckily they were small. "Don't look at him. Look at me. You're okay, alright? You don't need to explain to me what happened."
"But I-"
"Shh, it's okay." Ben pulled you into a hug, making sure you face away from Kyle's body.
It wasn't like Ben to act like this, to put someone else before him. He had no intentions to protect you, but the moment he saw the fear in your eyes, it was like instinct.
"Listen to me, here's what's gonna happen."
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Things moved fast. One moment you were picking up your brother, and now his body is being carried away to the morgue. Ben did all the talking to the police.
His story?
You're his secret girlfriend who has an abusive brother. When he arrived at your apartment he saw your brother hitting you in ways unimaginable. He did the only thing he knew how to.
The story wasn't a lie, except for the last part.
Ben wanted to protect you, but you knew damn well you killed your own brother. The guilt, the shame -- it was eating you up. And Ben could see it.
Ben managed to convince the authorities that you're too much in shock to speak, and he brought you back with him to his place.
"Hey," He called out softly, rubbing your back. "How are you holding up?"
He couldn't believe he's actually being nice, for once.
You sat on his bed and looked at him. "You're being nice to me."
He chuckled. "You just went through something traumatic. It's gonna take a while for you to get through it."
You mouth went dry.
"I.. I killed my brother."
"You were defending yourself."
"Against what? His words?" You scoffed, "He was yelling at me.. he was being fucking condescending and I just.. I lost it."
Ben reached for a blunt he casually had nearby and passed it to you.
"He was abusing you. Maybe not physically, but it doesn't matter. He's been doing that to you your entire life." He said. "If you ask me, it's about time he learnt his lesson."
"He's dead, Ben. He didn't learn anything."
The blunt was gone fast.
Ben stayed with you for the entire day, even though sometimes you didn't know what to say. Ben didn't know what to say either, he just knew he couldn't leave you alone.
At one point, Ben carried you to his bathroom. He ran a bath, made sure it was warm, and sat behind you, washing your hair.
"Why are you being nice?"
"You just went through something, sweetheart. I'm trying to take care of you."
You looked down. "I know, but you didn't have to. You could've just left me, watch me get arrested.. but instead you lied for me. You took the blame. Wait, what's gonna happen to you? Aren't you going to get in trouble?"
He chuckled, "Sweetheart, I'm Soldier Boy. I can do anything I want."
You turned to face him. It was the first time you saw his expression so gentle, so kind.
Ben let you rest your head on his chest while he rubs your fingers, knowing well that you could still feel the glass breaking in your hands. He couldn't handle you looking at him like that, it made him feel things.
"You know, I was alone when I got here." He started. "Everything was dark, I couldn't find my way. And then I met you, and.. I don't know, things just started falling into place."
"I didn't do anything though."
"That's the crazy part." He smiled, "You were just there. Whether I needed you or not, you're always there. Even if you only did it for the money, or the drugs, I don't care."
Ben didn't want to add any more to your plate. You've had quite the day. So he just held you and massaged your sore shoulders.
"Just stay and let me be here, alright? We'll figure out everything else tomorrow."
"..Alright."
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Heyo it's me again....so I saw a previous request from an anon about the reader and Soldier Boy being like a celebrity couple or something like that and he was like eating her out at like a Vought Expo or premiere or something....could you maybe tell us about it?
BTW I don't know if I'm allowed to ask again or not
Guess Who's On The Menu
Warnings: The is p*rn, Pure, unadulterated p*rn. Language.
Pairing: Soldier Boy x Reader
Word Count: 309
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The roar of the crowd was so loud just outside of the limo doors that it rattled the glass. She knew there were only about four cars left ahead of the pair of them, and that didn't give him much time, but he was up for a challenge, and if that door opened and they saw him face first in her cunt, with her legs thrown over his shoulders and her healed feet hanging over the seat? Well, she really didn't give a fuck.
Unlike Homelander, Soldier Boy had more than proven he could do whatever the fuck he wanted, and right now, he wanted to eat her pussy until she was convulsing and screaming with her fingers laced into his hair holding him in place while that fucking pretty mouth of his worked its magic, and that's just what the fuck he was gonna do.
"Fuck Ben!" she squealed as the car moved forward again, and fuck if she lost count of where they were in line, all she could think about was that fucking tongue of his.
He growled, nipping at her swollen nub and sucking into his plump lips, sending her over the edge with a screech. The pair barely had time to sit up straight and straighten her skirt as the door opened throng of Cameras and screaming people. He leaned over, smiling as he kissed her deeply, leaving her own taste on her lips as he slid out of the car, helping her to shaky feet with a million-dollar smile.
"That was just the appetizer sweetheart, the main course will come when the show starts," he smiled at her with a wink, and fuck if she wasn't glad she was on the menu, because she wouldn't be opposed to returning the favor if he'd let her, nothing wrong with a little cream for dessert.
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When Reality is Worse than the Lies they told Me
Summary: You’re awoken by voices coming from the kitchen remember you’ve got company.
Well, that’s what you keep reminding yourself to politely call those dumb as a bag of rocks, Temp V using fucking idiots and the druggernaut Super Supe they’ve got in tow.
Part I Part II Part III
Pairing: Solder Boy x You
Word Count: 3716
*Do not read if you find anything offensive-triggering about/on/from The Boys series
*More warnings will be added in additional parts
Warnings: cursing, verbal arguments, racial/derogatory slurs, sexual situations, loads of marijuana/drugs, PTSD, sexist Supe, more cursing, physical altercations, firearms, knife wielding, still cursing, outdated slang, toxic male attitudes, lots of cursing, Soldier Boy thinking he’s the man and learns about online porn, medical experimentations, reliving long buried memories, possible death by chicken
Square Filled: @anyfandomdarkbingobingo -” Who did this to you?”
*divider by @firefly-graphics
A/N: I’m using season 3 as a template for this so it will contain spoilers from the series mixed with original ideas.
A/N II: this part got way longer than planned but the characters are running the show so blame them.
You’re awoken by voices coming from the kitchen remember you’ve got company.
Well, that’s what you keep reminding yourself to politely call those dumb as a bag of rocks, Temp V using fucking idiots and the druggernaut Super Supe they’ve got in tow.
Laying there you can hear Hughie asking Butcher if he knows..their voices become unintelligible as another pain hits you, finding yourself curling up into a ball waiting for it to pass.
There’s a tap on your door before opening, “sorry to disturb but Hughie’s wonder..” Butcher breaks off shutting the door then he’s sitting on the bed.
“What’s it love, those pains again?”
You grimace nodding.
“What you need is a nice cuppa. I’ll put the kettle on and see ‘bout nickin’ a benzos from beaver cleaver.”
He gently squeezed your shoulder before stepping out hollars, “Oi Hughie, would ya’ put that kettle on the Arthur?”
“Put the kettle on what?”
“..stove.”
“Jesus, speak English..”
“..I did ya’ fuckin’ git!”
It was good to know their banter hasn’t changed with all the shit happening.
Rummaging in the side table drawer fish around for a specific bottle dry swallow a couple capsules overhear Soldier Boy loudly cursing at Butcher before the Brits stomping down the stairwell and out the front door.
Round to the Supe.
A knock and the door slowly opening interrupts your thoughts, “I won’t cut off your balls today,” you half-jokingly reassure Hughie since he’s always acted like a nervous nellie around you.
“Whew, that’s a relief because I forgot to put on my codpiece this morning.”
Rolling your eyes at his craptastic humor shift to sit up against the headboard, taking the offered mug, “oh, this too,” he drops a white pill in your hand.
“Thanks,” you snapped the pill into thirds so Hughie thinks you’ve only swallowed a piece with a swig of tea, “pull up a chair and fill me in on why the others are dodging my calls and where you two dumbfucks dug up portaloo boy.”
Hughie’s eyes got bigger as he sat, “Ahh, how much has Butcher told you?”
“Fuck all, so start at the beginning.”
“Okay, well it started when we found out about this weapon the Russians supposedly killed Soldier Boy with, BCL-RED..”
“..then Legend came in freaking out because there’s two..older ladies on the bed while Soldier Boys..”
“..priming the pump?”
“That image is forever burned on my retinas. Anyway, words were exchanged and then we ended up at your door this morning.”
You feel the drugs mixing in your system find Hughie’s fidgeting annoying, “stop wriggling like a fucking worm on a hook and spit it out.”
“What’d you mean by recycling?”
“Back in the day, Legend kept a certain type of entertainment on retainer for his clients, referred to them as his Supe groupies.”
Hughie still wasn’t getting it, “Jesus you’re thick..16 will get you 20..catch my drift?”
“You mean those women..used to be..Soldier Boy said they were like fine wine..that’s why Legend couldn’t fire..”
“Don’t think he grew a conscience, it’s Jewish guilt.”
“And Phoebe Cates..Oh God..I just threw up in my mouth!”
“Bet you’re wishing you’d bought stock in barf bags right about now.”
Late morning
You're standing at the farm sink listening to Hughie trying to justify why he retrieved only three eggs from the laying hens.
“..scarier than that brain eating hamster..”
“..it’s a fuckin’ chicken.”
“Didn’t you see the sign about Countess?”
“You named that chicken after Soldier Boy's..”
Hughie’s mouth snapped shut as said Supe galumphed in a silk robe flopping on the chair directly across from you lit the joint hanging between his full lips inhales deeply and holds it an fucking impressive amount of time before exhaling like a dragon.
“What’s ball bag bitching about now?”
“Ya’ ex-camgirl namesake.” Butcher smirked.
“Camgirl? That another one of those words he makes up.”
You open a drawer removing one of the burner phones you kept around the house goggle SupePorn.com and turn it so the guys can watch the commemorative video created by SirCumsALot779.
The sounds of Crimson Countess’s fake AF pleasurable moans and squelching fluid fill the now quiet room makes you mentally vomit when you see Hughie backing towards the door and Butcher shift closer, warily watching Soldier Boy when the Supes hand shot out grabbing your wrist yanks you between his splayed legs.
Being in close proximity you can smell the musk he radiates makes you wetter then that dead whore could’ve possibly even gotten for him watch his drugga pupils eclipse the sliver of his verte absinthe irises leaving them dark like a shark.
“Countess wan’t just doing cheap tricks at Vought Land,” Butcher comments from where’s he’s now standing, “caught ‘er ‘bout’ta back door betty a’fuckin’ ginormous string of beads for that blighter there, been dropping coin on ‘er like it’s going outta style.”
“You watch porn on that thing?” He curiously asks you.
“Low budget VHS gone the way of eight tracks.”
Sticking the joint back between his plump lips he takes the phone inspecting it, “how do you use this thing?”
Your hand quivers over the touch screen accidentally brush your fingers against his, his grip tightens.
“You break my ameche, I break your face, capiche?”
“Ameche?” Hughie inquires in dumb-bambi mode, “oh, the cell..why do you keep a burner phone in the kitchen?”
You twist and he relinquishes his grip ease from between those thick, muscular thighs try to regain some semblance of composure reach in the drawer again to retrieve a Sig Sauer P220R.
“I’m a safety girl,” you reply shakily then clear your throat, “excuse me gentlemen,” handing the gun to Hughie, “in case Countess gives you any more grief over those eggs.”
Two and half weeks later
“Get off my jock!”
Hughie came in from the poach found annoying as fuck lounging in the recliner again, robe partially open sans underwear turned his attention to where the yelling came from, “who’s she talking to?”
“Your ex-snatch.”
“Don’t call her that, her name is Annie.”
“Annie musta got her rocks off pegging a..”
“Don’t you dare hang up..fucking Supe cunt!”
*Text>Serge, call me, it’s important!” not twenty seconds later you answer it.
“What the fuck, why y’all ignoring me Frenchie..are you using again..okay, okay I get it. Listen, I need all the stuff Mothers got..don’t play stupid, I know about your little vay-k to Ruskieland..no, I haven’t heard from either of them..don’t fucking care what Mother says..Alors parle-moi en français pour qu'il ne sache pas!”
**Then speak to me in French so he don’t know!
“What’s the deal with the frog and slant cunt..”
“Please don’t call them that.”
“Whatever Monistat Seven,” he begins blowing smoke rings while Hughie continues eavesdropping.
“Fuck Mère et son putain de putain de conneries mentales avec Soldier Boy! Je me fiche de la façon dont tu le fais, donne-moi ces fichiers.”
**Fuck Mother and his fucking mental bullshit drama with Soldier Boy! I don’t care how you fucking do it, get me those files.
“So what’s her deal?
“Huh?”
“How’d a fine ass bitch like her wind up with you fucking miscreants?”
“Y/N used to work for Vought, archives I think.”
”Think or know?”
Hughie tears his attention away from you, “what the fucks with the questions about Y/N? You’ve shown little interest in anything you can’t swallow, snort, kill, or fuck..oh no, you keep your dick away from her, she’s off limits!”
Instead of lashing out with his usual vulgarity and threats he says, “just curious. Seems like a flimsy reason for muff muncher to have recruited her. Gotta be more to it than she was just a librarian.”
Soldier Boy's expression, not the first time, became melancholy. “From what I’ve seen of you idiots, it takes some majorly fucked up shit to break the trust between you,” referencing his team he trusted before Nicaragua, “so why’re they icing her out?”
Hughie mentally kicked himself.
Despite an intense dislike of the Supes outdated attitudes; the overtly macho, arrogant, prone to violence against whoever disagreed with him or considered weak, no qualms in manipulating others, especially women, to garner what he wanted. But when he’d stop being Soldier Boy he’d open up..usually when coming down from the bennies and the booze loosening his tongue.
Conversations of the past, about his life over the decades in the realm of fame and a fair amount of nausea-inducing stories containing reprehensible deeds done with other famous persons, revealed he once dreamed of normal, becoming a father with the Countess and raising sons to be real men, whatever that concept meant in his head.
Then outta nowhere he’d get that expression, leaving unspoken the thing that haunts him but Hughie was smart enough not to press his luck and ask who did this to you?
“Something happened with Grace, no one knows what, and Y/N left shortly before the group's disbandment in 2015.”
The Supe went back to blowing smoke rings, feeling a nagging around the edges of his memories that’d started the moment you stood illuminated from behind in that nightshirt, doing little to disguise your sumptuous curves, eyes screaming recognition at not just knowing who he was but knowing him.
“If you insist on letting your freak flag fly, have Butcher pick up some bras ball wax ‘cause grass on the field went out with bearded clam,” you bark heading down the hall loudly shut your bedroom door.
He peered down at his exposed junk and..
“What’re you ogling nob gobbler?”
Six weeks later
The house was becoming a tinderbox.
Annie hadn’t let up with her IG posts after Herogasm and kept rejecting all of Hughie’s attempts to contact her, putting him into a funk.
Mindstorm, a paranoid fuck from the go, had dozens of aliases and as many properties to hide out on in a three-state radius slowing the search for him.
And there was Black Noir, who’d done runner after seeing the video of his back from the dead captain's revenge on the Countess and not one of Butchers or your contacts had a fucking clue where the ninja wannabe had vanished to led to a mutual decision to lockdown Soldier Boy on your thankfully extensive property.
Of course when informed it sent him into the foulest of verbal tirades the likes of you hadn’t heard in years finally ordering him out of the house to take his frustration out on the old barn you hadn’t demonstrated yet.
He wouldn’t lay off the blow and it didn't help when confronted about his PTSD told Butcher, "okay, first off, I don't have shell shock, fuck you."
Yeah right, and you had ocean front property in Arizona.
Butchers went from obtaining a pound of weed to bricks to blunt his edginess and all of you had a constant contact high from his various combos of blunts.
It sure a shit wasn’t helping the longer he was in your presence, the harder he was trying to get in your pants, pissing Butcher and Hughie off, all unaware it wasn’t because you had the only putang in a twenty mile radius.
Thanks to one of the side effects from the original Comp V, the Supes constantly pumping out androstenone and it’s messing with your endocrine system to the point the specific meds you need to keep it balanced were becoming ineffective, hence the pains, and the copulin your producing is overstimulating his already extreme sex drive.
Fuck, your vehement hatred for Vogelbaum is resurfacing in spades.
*Private conversation sometime later
“Hughie, you wouldn’t happen to know who Mothers provider is?”
“As a matter of fact, I hooked him up with his current one a year ago.”
“I can backdoor and download those video files, maybe figure out what is in the physical ones he won’t send.”
You waited until everyone had turned in before entering your office.
Checking the connection, you insert the Air Pods and click the first MP4 file, the time stamp shows it was five months after Soldier Boy was captured.
It’s a routine examination of the unconscious Supe restrained at wrists and ankles, clad in nothing but a mask feeding whatever the Russians created to keep him unconscious.
You watch the video files progress over the decades from fairly placid routine examinations escalating to the sadistic testing of his physical resilience to external/internal damage.
A person thrusts a scalpel in his left eye and breaking free violently kills them before being gassed back into unconsciousness, a PP-19 Vityaz is fired into his mouth, the handheld saw with diamond blade applied to various parts of his body, acetylene torches left burning on one spot for hours, various corrosive fluids poured through tubes inserted down his throat, into his urethra and rectum and being placed, while conscious, in a container watch as the attached geiger counter ticks upwards with the massive doses of radiation released.
The videos would be hard enough to watch muted but the sounds coming through the Air Pods; his cursing and threats, sometimes turning to pleas, followed by unending agonized screams till Soldier Boy either succumbs to unconsciousness or is gassed down dredged up long-buried memories.
Vogelbaum standing outside the labs glass viewing window with the others..pages flipping on clipboards..chatting about previous results and what moderations were made for this round of testing..a tech in biohazard gear..your chests constricting and breath coming out in labored gasps turning into..
Spots exploded behind your eyes and your left cheeks throbbing like you’ve been sucker punched by an eighteen-wheeler when a violent shake makes you snap-focus.
Soldier Boys kneeling in front of you, eyes saying that, without a doubt, as hard as he just hit you confirms his suspicion..you’re a Supe.
“Ouch you motherfucker, what was that for?”
“You were screaming the fucking house down ‘fraid you’d give mayonnaise eater a heart attack.”
“For someone who thinks streaming is a fad, you've picked up modern slang PDQ,” you smart off rubbing your sore cheek peer over his shoulder as a bug-eyed Hughie comes in ahead of Butcher, carrying a large black plastic bag and gashed cheek, “fuckin’ hell, wha’ goin’ on? I heard’ya from the bloody car!”
You move to get up but your legs have jelloize so the Supe grabs your arm lifting up like you weighed nothing, “she must've fallen asleep working and had a nightmare, right?”
Holy shit!! You can’t believe he didn’t rat out you.
“Yeah, crazy dream..Countess had de-evolved into a T-Rex..”
“What’s with you people an’that fuckin’ chicken? Bunch of blooming nutters!” He glances at Hughie, “get dressed, gotta lead on Mindstorm needing checked out.”
“Oi wanker,” tossing the bag, “that’ll have’ta hold ya’ over for a bit.” He points at you, “if you lay one finger on ‘er while we’re gone..”
“You’ll what?”
“Stow the Alpha crap!” You snapped at both fuckers, “I’m sick and tired of your pissing contest! He may be a manipulative bastard who’s done a shit tone of reprehensible stuff and so have you Butcher, but he’s never forcibly raped anyone!”
“Wadda ’bout Gunpowder's complaints of finger diddling?”
“I smacked the kid around a bit but never bad place touched him.”
Butcher opens his mouth but you cut him off, “for some unfathomable reason you believe I need protecting. I mean, why else would you’ve left bitch boy behind..”
“Hey, I’m standing right here!” You give Hughie the look, “and I’m gonna get dressed now.”
Rubbing your forehead, notice how clammy it is, “God, feel like I’m covered in flop sweat.”
“I can help you get clean, scrub your back or anywhere..” you interrupt before the Supe gets any further.
“William, he’s taken the piss.”
You come out of your private bath to find Soldier Boy seated on the picture windows bench seat between the built-ins using his eagle head knife to finely cut a substance on an antique side table before adding it to a roll paper mixture by his elbow then seals it.
“What’s with the,” he gestures to your t-shirt wrapped hair. “It doesn’t damage like towels do while drying.”
Sitting down you lean back against one built-in, “what’d you lace that Bob Hope with?”
Tapping the side of his nose, “guaranteed to kill a blue whale but mellow out a Supe like nothing else.”
“Seriously?”
“Mm-hmm, you need something to take the edge ‘cause wiggin’ out like that,” his jaw ticked, “you never stop remembering what created it.”
“Step one,” leaning over he snorted one of several lines, “Legend always has the best Star-Spangled Powder, not like that flake shit the limey bastard gets.”
“Step two,” gestures to you to do a line picks up the blunt flicked the old butane lighter he’s had since WWII lit up the blunt watches you blink rapidly at the burning sensation in your nasal passages and sucks in a lungful rasps out, “Step three,” catching you unawares he sprang forward nailing you with a shotgun kiss.
The dope's vapor hits your system like an aphrodisiac, all your resistance instantaneously dissolves and, once again, you turn the tables roughly knocking the Supe on his back straddle his hips and he smirks up at you.
“I do like the aggressive type.”
“Do you ever shut the fuck up?”
He responds by tugging the shirt off and tangling his thick fingers into your damp hair jerked you into a bruising kiss that was all teeth and tongue before he's breathily asking, “is this why you had a falling out with Mallory?”
“Fucking cock tease,” you grunt out grinding your core against his hard as his shield member, “yes, she kicked me to the curb over my hair dying technique.”
“Fucking smart ass,” his lush lips move over your necks delicate skin, “was it you're being familiar with weaponry? Those booby traps around your property; special ops would be envious.”
“You’ve met my associates, where the hell do you think I learned..”
"..so how’d she find out?”
You abruptly sit back, “what game are you playing at,” moving to get off him he tightened his grip in your hair, “these last week's you’ve been driving me crazy like no woman ever has. I know it's something to do with these,” reaching behind a pillow he took out the pill bottle from your nightstand, “don’t know what this shit is but I know Vought pharma when I see it!”
“You damn well know Vought's got their mitts in everything..”
“..why am I the only one being affected by your tang without actually being between your thighs?”
“Good night, Ben,” jamming your thumb into a pressure point he loosened his grip and you slid off him wobble to your bed not caring your hairs still damp crawl on top grabbing the body pillow curl up around it.
You laid there half lucid as the drugs dwindled your consciousness began humming that tune, the one who’s words you lost, that had brought you comfort after Vogelbaums tests on the car ride home.
The pissed off Supe snorts the other lines licks the pad of his index finger swiped up the bits left rubbing it over his gums sits back stares out the window puffin the blunt intending to ignore you when the tune travels across the quiet room triggering a long-forgotten memory from another time.
~~~
The bedcurtains open and the covers are flung off.
“Wake up Benjamin,” his governess snapped at him in her clip accent, “it's 7:00 and your father demands you present yourself promptly at 7:45. Stupid child, you’re as lazy as those wogs he employs in his mills!” Her heels echoed on the wooden floor as she left.
Benjamin slid out his barely warm bed, felt the bitterly cold floor under his small feet, penetrating his bones to the marrow, whimpers crossing to his clothes chest and pulling out his thick winter undergarments began dressing himself.
By the time he finished tying his boots the bedroom door reopened and he’s greeted by a smiling Mary, the cook's assistant who brought his meals every day.
“There’s my handsome young man, eat up before it’s cold.” She stayed till he’s done, chatting away about the latest household gossip.
While Mary tries to stay cheerful, they both know this is the last time they’ll get to share secrets now he’s turned six and leaving to attend boarding school as his father did.
When he’s done, Benjamin's eyes fill with tears.
“We canna have that, spoiling those bonnie green eyes with tears.”
Using a corner of her pinny dabs his face dry, “there, all better. Now, we're not gonna pretend you’re not gonna be sad, so when ya’ feel down, sing our special song to yourself, it’ll put the happy back inna.”
Holding out her hands he steps up on her booted feet and they dance, singing together one last time.
~~~
A bubble of anger rolled up from his depths.
Where did she learn that fucking song?
He got up intent on beating the truth outta her saw something in his peripheral and froze, there’s an old photo of himself in a shadow box.
Lifting it off the shelf finds the other half blocked by a child’s vintage wood block sits back down removes its back and takes both items out, instinctively knowing they were a key in the puzzle that was Y/N examines the old block first, its colors faded with time, sat it on the table.
Delicately lifting the equally aged picture between his extraordinarily strong fingers notices the ink stamp on its back.
March 1
Vought R&D Laboratory
The Supes heart rate increased and not from the drugs, hesitant to flip the photo over, “suck it up you pansy ass cry baby bitch..I'm not a fucking pussy!”
In the photograph he’s clad in his Supe-suit sitting cross-legged on a colorful, cartoon animal area rug mirthfully smiling at a thirteen-month-old girl in a sunny yellow dress holding the wood block out to him.
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"ABNORMAL ENTITY BEHAVIOR"(Prologue)
->Word Count: 9,011
->Warnings: Mild Injury? A Few Deaths. (Nothing Graphic, Promise)
->Eclipse × Reader (Space/Deep Sea AU)
->Part 1 Here
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He had never seen you up close. No, he'd never seen you since that first day. When the ship had found him by the surface and knocked his suit out of commission.
He'd seen you after he'd been hoisted into the space cruiser. Laying paralyzed in the cargo bay, you had been part of the team who'd approached him. Part of the team that quickly ran to find him a tank big enough to hold him so he wouldn't dehydrate.
At the time, he was too mad to realize it was you who'd insisted on the tank rather than a regular containment block. He didn't need the water to function, but it was kind of you to be cautious.
He hadn't been capable of fighting then, when your ship had worked against his wishes to place him in a large glass cylinder and seal him away. He was confined, barely enough room to stretch his arms. The crew of the ship didn't seem to care, and he was moved further into the complex.
He didn't regain control of his body for quite a while. Along with that, he had noticed that of all the people swarming his tank and running tests, he didn't see you again. Sure, you'd had your face haphazardly uncovered by your contamination suit, but at the same time, you also had an energy about you.
Eclipse wasn't a stranger to reading body language. Back home, when someone would change their shell, Eclipse could read instantly who they were based on the gait of their steps or a twitch of their hands.
He'd noticed the way you had never stopped moving, if even for a second. You'd been shifting from foot to foot, pacing, looking at him, away, and back to him. It wasn't possible that you'd returned to the room with your face covered, because none of these people moved nearly as much as you. One tapped their foot to the floor often, and Eclipse noticed that one really liked running their hand along the glass, despite the scolding from others. They weren't you though.
He wasn't quite sure why he cared. He had to return to the colony. His brothers, their people, they could've been in danger!
When Eclipse's shell was given a charge once again, he wasn't himself. He took every chance he had to swirl in the tank and try every section of it, seeing if it would fracture under the pressure of his large fists.
No communication was successful, and it seemed to the research cruiser that he was a misplaced species. Invasive, even. So, they set a course back to orbit, and a few weeks after that with no change, they set out for another destination.
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Sometime along the way, you ended up weaseling your way into the team in charge of the beast's care. You'd begun to research the scans others had done of its main body, and decided to try you shot at a bit of bioengineering.
You spent most of your days in a room just barely separated from the creature by a thin pane of glass and a door to the catwalks above its tank.
It was a workshop, one where you were constantly working to put the team's research to good use. Your focus happened to be on the unique form of the creature. It seemed, the way they'd explained it to you at least, that the creature wasn't actually made of that hard metal-adjacent material that made its shape humanoid. The jellyfish-esque shape that protruded like a tail was actually the true form of the creature. Its goop (as you were inclined to dub it) continued into the hollow portion of its false body and manipulated it from within.
Along with that, the team was more inclined to call it a carapace or exoskeleton than a body. You, on the other hand, thought of it like a suit. It protected the shapeless creature inside, and allowed it to face creatures more dangerous than itself without getting eaten up like jello. And you'd never admit it, but you had found yourself spacing off as you worked, wondering if the sunset-colored substance tasted anything like a jello shot. When you heard from the team that what they'd found in their tests was that it was poisonous, those thoughts slipped away a bit.
Besides the point. You had made yourself a home up in that observation room, often opting to sleep there to work on your project at odd hours without disturbing the curfew in the crew quarters.
You, and you were quite proud of this, had figured out a compound quite similar to that of the beast's suit, and started to construct one for yourself.
It was only a prototype, something meant to withstand deep pressures, and maybe make expeditions into ocean planets more achievable. The bulky suits they had for the job just wouldn't allow for samples to be taken, and barely any species they brought back would survive the pressure changes in-tact. You'd always been a bit fascinated with the ocean, and the head of the team said that, if you could make a proper suit, then you'd be signed on their trip to return to that planet where they'd found the beast. It was a dream offer.
You'd been happy to focus all of your effort into the project, custom fitting and testing it.
Along the way, You'd also found yourself watching out the little window a bit more. As you needed shaping, materials, and movement observations that the team just hadn't bothered to connect, you had stared through that glass for hours, trying to catch sight of what information you needed.
It just never seemed to arrive. The poor thing could barely shift in the tank. Granted, it was their largest one, but they justified it under the beast only being jelly, and not actually needing to move. Something about that seemed wrong, but you weren't about to tell them how to do their jobs. You just waited patiently, deciding to make temporary parts to replace later, just until you could get a closer look.
That closer look did arrive, but far closer than you'd expected. The moment you told the head of research that you'd completed a prototype, he'd seemed pleased. You'd then told him the drawbacks. You hadn't gotten any data from the beast's joints or the limbs, because unless it was banging on the glass, it barely moved.
He had seemed to think, before he offered you a solution. The tank was big enough, and they needed data too, so he offered to allow you to test your suit, and get your data, in the beast's tank.
You... hadn't thought it over. Not really. It only occurred to you when you were already suited up and equipped with cameras that your co-workers had complained about the big buy destroying probes they sent in for information. He'd squish them in his large palms. He never let them near his tail. You were way easier to smush than a probe. It was too late now, though. The big guy was watching you as you'd started pacing up on the catwalks, and now the small portion to let researchers in and out had been unsealed.
Moving forward felt like a feat all its own, but you needed this information. They'd pull you out via tether tied to your back if they really thought you were in danger, and it wouldn't be long. You just needed a few close-up scans that weren't muddled by the glass.
You sat on the edge and dipped the feet of your suit into the water carefully. No response. The moment of truth. You shoved off the edge of the port and felt yourself sink downwards very quickly. You just barely avoided stepping on the big guy's jellyfish tail as your feet clunked to the base of the tank. Your limbs felt heavy, something about the water in here was different. Unlike your test runs, you weren't floating.
That was the least of your worries, though. Upon taking two moments outside your thoughts, it occurred to you that the beast had propped itself away from you. Its tail was towards the top of the tank now, and its upper half was twisted upright towards you, like a contortionist. Two of his large hands were planted alarmingly on either side of you, palms flat to the glass, while his similar two limbs on his side were pressed towards the center. It looked like he was stabilizing himself.
You trailed your gaze from his arms to his big, round, face. This was actually the first hint that had alerted the team to this portion being non-organic. The neck, out of your view at the moment, was far too dense and thin to have contained enough organic material to swivel the head and move the eyes and mouth as it did.
Said eyes felt like they were burrowing into your soul, and the mouth was twisted into the visage of a snarl, despite the fact that it had never opened in the lab thus far. It was unknown if it would.
You and the beast seemed at a standstill like this for a while, until you finally got tired of how heavy your arms felt hanging motionless at your sides. It was a workout just to stand in place. "Hey, buddy. Don't mind me," You muttered, not daring to break eye-contact. You extended your arm, until the palm of your suit gently rested upon its large arm to your left. It didn't react, so you took a tentative step forward. Still no reaction, even as you trailed your hand uneasily up its arm, closer to where an elbow might sit. "I'm just trying to get a look at this suit of yours." You said aloud again, pausing as your hand slipped from the solid material of the forearm onto a softer material. The upper arm.
You waited. Still no reaction. You deemed it safe enough to look away and examine the arm. Nothing killed you in the five seconds you held your breath, so you began to actually take in notes.
The substance reminded you a bit of canvas, but fibers woven this tightly tended to be more stiff. Retracting your hand, you realized a thin coat of goop seemed to cover it. It was slick on the metal of your suit, only flaking off in a matter of moments as though it didn't want to be away from the material. You made a quick scan, and hummed at the results.
The arm retracted from you. With such a speed that you yelped and stumbled back in surprise. You half-expected your tether to catch you, but you ended up flat on your back, staring up at where the beast was now looking down at you. It had moved itself away from the floor of the tank entirely, and now its face hovered just above you, one set of palms pressed at the corners of the tank, while the other two hovered at the ready.
You wanted to get up, but god, your suit was just too heavy. Being trapped on your back gave you no leverage to move, and you nearly wanted to yell at it to back the fuck off. But you didn't. It wasn't getting any closer. It was like it was waiting to see what you would do first.
You took a deep breath, and calmed yourself first and foremost. Then, with a bit of a struggle, you did sit yourself upright.
The beast tilted his head so he was still upside down to your perspective, but he'd given you distance again in the enclosed space. You actually kind of wanted to laugh at how silly you felt. Your arms, despite working on this ship with no shortage of physical chores, felt like they might give out under the weight of the suit alone. Yet the beast before you propped himself up with ease, despite being made of literal jelly.
You grinned despite yourself. "Sorry, I must've spooked you." You started, before speaking up again. "I wish I knew how you're moving around so easily. My arms feel like led." You gave a weak, breathy laugh at that one.
The beast shifted, and you waited, entirely still, as he did something you hadn't expected. He lowered himself, his two free hands cupped at both of your sides, and with a bit of panic on your end, you were lifted from the floor of the tank. Instead, he flipped so his back was against the floor, and you were trapped in his two large palms.
The thing was, his snarl was gone. Instead he was watching you like a cat watches fish in a tank. His expression was curious.
You nearly yelled when he released you, and your balance sent you spinning head-over-heels, until you landed stomach-first on his chestplate. He stared at you, and you gazed back at him. That was, until a puff of bubbles escaped the Crack in his chest just beneath you, and you flinched in surprise.
It happened again, and this time, you didn't react as much. As you looked from the chest plate back to the beast's face, you almost would've sworn there was a hint of humor, the edges of his eyes creasing. Tauntingly.
You were lifted again, and this time he hovered you above his large, round face. You weren't nearly as scared as you may have been a few moments ago.
He let you fall again, and this time his face acted like a platform for you to sprawl on relatively easily. His eyes seemed to cross as he stared at where you sat. You took a moment to process that, while his face was certainly made of that hard material like the rest of his upper half, it felt soft and malleable. Again, it seemed to have a thin coating of that goop. What was in that stuff?
You actually, genuinely, laughed this time. He took that as a good sign, and started to tilt his head, you tumbling off, still laughing a bit, back into his palms.
That was when you realized, staring at him, sprawled out in his grasp. This wasn't a creature playing with its food. He was genuinely just playing. He wasn't a beast, he was intelligent.
Before this idea could permeate in your mind anymore, a warning blared across the internal audio in your suit. The beast hissed, and nearly fumbled you, while you covered your ears to no avail. It was the one audio cue you'd installed. A blaring horn to signify critically low oxygen. You shouted this through your com, and almost immediately the tether on your back dragged you up and towards the exit. To your dismay, the beast lunged after you, but you exited the tank just in time.
Back on the catwalk, still alone, the hatch sealed behind you, and you quickly popped off the helmet. The sound stopped as air flooded back inside.
You noticed your suit was back to normal in the open air, no longer heavy and restrictive. You were able to breathe easy for just a moment, before slamming could be heard on the other side of the hatch. Leaning over the catwalk a bit you could see that the beast, you'd have to find a better term for him, was ramming into the roof from which you'd just exited. He looked mad. You wanted to go and comfort him somehow, explain you needed to breathe, but to no avail. The research team's expedition men were already moving down the catwalk so you could hand over the evidence and findings you'd uncovered.
Decidedly, before they made it all the way to you, you let your hand slip from the railing, the 'weight' of your bulky limb swinging into the little filming module they'd placed on your side with a sharp crack. You jolted in surprise as pieces of the device went skittering off the catwalk to the floor below.
When they made it to you, and asked for it? Well, you said the man-handling in the tank must've broken it. You didn't get any meaningful samples either. Besides the information about his joints. You were no professional in the field, they knew that. It's why they sent you back without even checking to see if you'd lied. After all, they could get into deep trouble if anyone found out they'd let an engineer into the tank with a bio-species.
Back in your design room, you'd shucked off your suit. As you expected, you found quite a lot of that clear goop coating the space between your chest plate and wet-suit beneath. You only could assume it'd gotten in there in bubble form when you'd been on his chest.
It only confirmed your suspicion as to intelligence being involved. You'd asked a question, and he'd provided you with an answer to study. Now, why he'd helped you rather than professional researchers you weren't sure yet, but you figured he had reasons. When you splayed it all out on the work stations, you mused that, just maybe, your designs impressed him. Maybe he wanted to help you get it right! Yeah, you'd go with that.
A quick glance out your window secured you another glimpse of the big guy. It seemed he'd settled towards the ground, maybe accepting you'd gone for now. Maybe turning in for the night as the rest of the research team finalized their work. His lower half, the large jellyfish shaped mass, really did glow like a sunset. At there was something special about it that you just couldn't place yet. Something that let him lift his big bulky limbs with such precision and delicacy. He hadn't ever fumbled you, despite the fact you were almost as big as one of his palms. You needed to know how he managed that. You pointedly chose to ignore the fact that the memory of just a few minutes prior had you longing to interact with him again. You'd just have to finish this prototype even sooner, then.
You moved out of habit, quickly grabbing hold of vials and your audio-logs. The vials easily scooped up some of that clear, thin goop from inside your suit. You'd look at it yourself later. For now you dumped the entire thing into a sink at the far end of your lab station and set the water to run. You'd hand-wash it after a good soak, just to see if the goop was water-resistant like you expected. In the meantime, you spoke aloud into something vaguely resembling a human tape recorder. It held the same purpose, at least. It was one of the few personal items you'd brought from your home colony.
"Log Entry 001 of the, uh..." You paused, before resuming, "The personal reports on what I'll refer to as, the Entity." A few short steps placed you at your door as you sealed it off from outside entry. "The Entity seems to be a species of alien we recovered on Exo-Planet Karthos. Thought to be an invasive species, it was taken on by our research team on Vessel 817-B." You paced as your spoke, often finding yourself glancing between the water still filling the basin you'd discarded your suit into, and the window that showed a partial view of the resting entity. "I made first contact, I believe, with it less than an hour ago. It was a bit finicky, but non-hostile. I was forcefully removed from the environment due to lack of oxygen, but gathered valuable information during this time."
You paused, lifting your finger from the recording button as you noticed a lonely researcher wander out onto the lower deck from your window, but resumed a moment later when they passed. "It seems my attempts in replicating the suit encasing the entity for humanoid use was only partially complete." The water drew your attention again. "While the materials I used were synthesized perfectly to that of the entity, there was another component missing. It was too heavy to move while in the water." You shut the flowing water off, looking down now at the chunks of useless metal submerged. "I'm inclined to believe that the Entity wanted to help me, as I was continuously lifted from my position on the ground, into higher waters. Along with that, there is a clear, uhm..." A pause as you considered your words. "A clear gel, coating the inside of my suit, which might have come as a gift from the entity. A secret as to how easily it moves underwater? I'll study it further at a later date."
Your attention stayed, for just a moment. "I'm hoping to finish the next model in two weeks time, and schedule another up-close interaction with the entity. I..." A sigh escaped you. "I think it may find my curiosity amusing, and I'd like to learn more about it. End Log." You clicked the recording off, setting it with a clank to the workbench near the sink. It was off-putting in the quiet of your design room.
As much as you wanted to think you could eventually become friends with the entity somehow, you knew it would be childish to voice aloud the desire. Instead, you set to work, dragging the first piece of the suit out of the basin. Grabbing a regular wash cloth hanging nearby, you got to work.
It had taken you another hour to clean the remaining goop from your suit, and even longer to ensure you could get it off your wetsuit without detection. Something about the method it had been given to you made you hesitant to share it.
You'd even researched the goop on your own time over the next several days rather than sending it to the lab for testing. Usually, you never got those samples back. There was a feeling deep in your gut that told you to hold onto all of it that you could. So, it took longer to manually make changes and collect all the supplies.
Taking your time. It was a matter of will that controlled your pace, knowing that significant improvements would be needed to get back into the entity's presence.
Apparently, the big guy had attacked a researcher that they'd lowered in to take samples. He broke their leg, apparently. Crushed it against the rim of the port with his arm. This news, along with the fact that they'd found corrosive goop all over the wound, had initially really concerned you. Yet, the team assured you that they believed he favored you. That he wouldn't attack because you appeared similar to him with the suit. An ally.
You just went along with that. You only knew that you'd have to work smarter, and harder, and ensure you could move when you need to. Not be entirely under the entity's mercy.
It was quite the accomplishment that, in three short weeks, you'd managed to reconfigure nearly everything in your suit to match your new hypothesis. You were cleared for another visit, and suited up in the afternoon yet again.
The journey over the catwalk felt longer this time. Your tether was already hooked to the wench on the ceiling, and your limbs felt heavier than they had last time.
Unbeknownst to the research team, the changes weren't only cosmetic. You'd found that the clear goop could be placed like insulation throughout the suit's various locations. It was like a layer of buoy that would, in theory, make the user less of a stone in the water. It did make moving outside the water a bit more bothersome, though.
Your mood improved, only a hint of nerves peeking through, as you saw a glimpse of the Entity in the tank. It seemed stationary, and you were ready to reunite a second time.
When the port opened, the first thing you did was look down through the water. The entity was staring up at you from its position at the base of the tank. It still took up majority of the space, but there was still enough area to maneuver around him if allowed.
So, you gave a small wave, dipping your hand below the surface of the water. No reaction. It was good enough for you. You swung your legs over the edge of the port, and plopped in as gently as you possibly could. The water swallowed your sides, but you noticed you didn't sink nearly as fast. It felt like being in a swimming pool, and you could now tread in the clear waters. It was a big improvement from your last visit.
You grinned, redirecting your attention back towards the entity. Though, he'd already moved. You found his face much closer than you'd expected, seeing as he propped himself up. One hand hovered, palm-up, beneath your kicking feet as you hovered in the water. His gaze was entirely focused on you. "Hey, buddy," You said aloud, still only hoping he actually heard and/or understood you, "Thanks for your help, I think I'm getting the hang of this!" Your tone was a bit more chipper than it had been in a few weeks.
The entity seemed to scan your form, before he rotated himself around you, as though unwilling to try and make you turn yourself. When he'd made the rotation around to your back, you felt a nudge against your whole back, and you were shoved forward by what you assumed had been his flat face.
You yelped and flailed a bit, but ultimately remained upright, managing to turn towards him in the process. "What was that for, bud?" You questioned, a bit offended at the action. He tilted his head a few degrees, before one of his big palms moved to hover beneath you again.
This time, he lifted his palm upwards, and you decided to let your feet settle on the platform we provided. Again, you stared at each other. "Hey, big guy. What ideas are you getting over there?" You questioned him again, no response on the way.
In less than a moment, it felt like there was the thump of a deep bass sound. It vibrated through the water around you. In the same breath, the entity's head swiveled a full 180° to look at the space outside the glass tank. You hadn't thought to look outside before, but it seemed the glass was only 1-way. You could see the silhouettes of the research team outside, but nothing more. You assumed the entity could see more though, as he was fixated on something outside the chamber.
One of his free fists slammed into the glass just in front of one of those silhouettes, and both the person on the other side and you jumped from the force of the action. You lost balance and ended up floating to sit on his large palm. Meanwhile the person outside didn't have nearly as nice a cushion. The entity turned back towards you, his expression visibly morphing from that aggressive scowl you'd seen before, to something far more docile. It was like he was only showing this to you. What the hell got you on his good side?
Almost inclined to ask, you'd wanted to speak up. Yet, you nearly screamed when the palm you were sat on clenched around you a bit tightly, and you could hear, through the water, the snap of your tether. The entity had broken it clean off your suit, and pulled you down towards the bottom of the tank. You did grunt in pain when you collided harshly with the metal ground, and the pressure from his palm above you was heavy.
Back flat to the metal floor, you freed an arm from beneath his hand and stared up. It looked like he was covering the opened hatch with one of his palms, and the rest of his form was lowering towards you. For a split second, your heart caught in your throat. Was he gonna smush you? You had so many more projects to work on, you couldn't die yet!
You stared up at his round face, the one that looked over you, and you felt that bass-like rumble in the water pause. All at once, he released the pressure from your chest, and placed two of his arms behind you, leaning at an odd angle just before you. Another rumble traveled through the water, but this one wasn't threatening. "Hey now. It's... alright." The wobble of nerves in your voice was working against you. The thing was, you had a feeling about why he'd done that. "If... if you were worried about me leaving, I have more air this time. I can stay longer." This head tilted to the side again, before another rumble set out. That, you assumed, meant you'd been right.
His free hand moved forward, and you held your breath as it paused just before you. It retracted just as quickly, but you followed its movements. To your shock, you could see something you hadn't noticed before.
Without thinking, you shoved yourself upwards and hovered in the water. One less-than-graceful doggy paddle forward to the other end of the cylinder revealed the entity's jelly portion.
You'd been trying to avoid it. Apparently it was poisonous, and it wasn't your department. Besides, he seemed protective of it. Now, as you were just a few feet off from it, he was allowing you to look at a section of his jelly that looked like it'd been torn open. Some of the sunset-colored center was even trailing upwards from out of the clear outer coating. You grimaced, turning back to his face where he was watching you intently. "What happened?" The quiet question seemed to echo in the near complete silence.
He responded with that deep sound, that you had chosen to equate to a growl. A growl of danger, maybe. The research team?
You whispered the question, and he nudged you closer to his tail again. As though encouraging you to do... something. You had no idea what. You looked nervously between him and his tail, before he let bubbles escape his chestplate like a sigh, and he instead guided you back towards his upper half. Like, a gentle drag through the water. You were disappointed you hadn't been able to help him, but you were brought out of your thoughts when there was tapping on the glass outside.
The entity abandoned his hold on you, bubbles rippling through the air as he slammed a fist into the glass again, right where the noise had been directly behind you.
The air, you assumed, would still last about five minutes. However, without your tether, you realized you might have to convince the big guy to let you leave. So, you reached out tentatively and patted his nearest arm. He growled in response, still focused on the people behind you outside the glass. "Buddy, hey." You started, gently. "I'll have to leave again soon. I can't breathe underwater like you can, and my air is running low." The words seemed like they fell of deaf ears, only for the entity to turn back towards you a bit.
Bubbles escaped his chestplate in a blast, bubbles rising around his form towards the top of the tank. "Yeah, like that. I need a lot of it though..." You paused. You had a great, horrible idea. "How about this? I'll come back tonight after the crew finishes up." The words were said so quietly. You didn't think anyone would be listening, but you couldn't be sure.
In response, the Entity shoved his face towards you, until you were back to back was the glass, and his face was only a few inches from you. He made that furious sound again, staring right at you. It occurred to you that, maybe if he could see through the glass, then he'd also seen your face this entire time too. "Yeah, I can do that. Only if you let me go right now though, okay?" He stared at you, and you tried for a slight smile.
Slowly but surely, he backed away. He uncovered the latch last, and hovered in the center of the tank, waiting for you. Watching.
You nodded in thanks before slipping upwards. Just a few short kicks later, you were up at the top of the hatch. You hoisted your top half through, and arms immediately gripped either of your upper arms to drag you completely out. You nearly wanted to smack the guys, but instead you shrugged them off once you'd gotten your balance.
Releasing the mask on your helmet was the next step, letting the open air hit your skin.
It seemed like a party had formed up on the catwalk. The two guys who'd pulled you out, and at least three other researchers were all stood there, staring at you like you were the alien creature and not the literal alien.
After a minute of confused silence, you spoke up. "I uhh, definitely got more data for the project guys, thanks." You glanced away. "Gonna need better mobility. Maybe more oxygen storage." Your thoughts were interrupted when one of the women researchers stepped forward, and placed her hand on your shoulder. You both recoiled, you from the contact, her seemingly disgusted by the cold-wetness on your suit. Nonetheless she spoke. "How did you get out of there? We thought you were going to die." The concern in her voice was laced with something you didn't care to pick out at this time.
You shrugged, waving a hand out in front of you. "I'm not sure. Just gave it a stern talking to," your hand moved into a playful point as though scolding someone, "And it just let me go. I think it could tell I'm stronger than I look." You thought your humor was top notch, but when the silence persisted, your brow furrowed and you turned back to look at the team. They were all still staring, though some were centered on the woman who still stood before you. You had no idea what her name was. Was she a higher-up?
Well, either way, she looked pissed. "You're the reason we lost him." She then said. You wanted to ask who. Didn't get the chance. At the same time someone seemed to reach out to her worriedly, she stormed forward and shoved you back against the railing of the catwalk. Now she was stronger than she looked.
You wished you weren't gaping in shock like a fish, but the rage on her face stopped you in your tracks. "Because of your friendly little meet-and-greet with that thing, they decided to let more people in the tank." You tried to steady yourself against the rails, but the large hands of your suit could find no purchase. The woman kept ranting, "He was so sure he'd be okay, and that thing killed him. Yet, here you are, perfectly unscathed. Mocking it." Your eyes shot wide. You knew the big guy was dangerous, but he'd killed someone?
The protests you had died on your tongue. You knew he was dangerous, and there was something about you that humored him. He was still immensely hostile to anyone besides you. Instead, you muttered something. "I'm... sorry. No one told me." Yeah, it was pretty shitty that you'd just made jokes. Even if you hadn't known. These people aren't your friends. You were an outsider to their department. You didn't blame her for being so upset.
"You should be." She replied, and with absolutely no hesitation, the hands that had been planted on your chest shoved just a bit harder. Her entire weight went into the action, and you processed that people were lunging, and probably yelling in surprise. You were stumbling backwards. The railing gave way under the weight of your suit, and as the woman used her momentum to land safely against someone's chest on the walkway, your limbs were too heavy to move fast enough. There was nothing to grab.
You fell. Wind rushed in your ears as you gained momentum, and at least one person from above shouted your name, but you were convinced you were going to be a splatter on the hard tile below. For some reason, you worried about what the big guy would do if he saw that. Your suit probably wouldn't break, but-
The thoughts were cut short when your shoulder collided painfully with metal, and you definitely shouted in pain when the rest of your body followed suit. For a solid minute, you lay flat on your back with your eyes closed until the pain became somewhat bearable. Adrenaline must've kicked in, or something of the sort, because you managed to prop yourself against the railing beside you. Railing? It looked like you'd fallen from the set of catwalks that connected to the observatories to the ones a floor down that connected to the labs.
The railing felt dented under your side, and your ears were ringing. Still, you hoisted yourself to your feet. You were shaky, and didn't think you could walk. "Hey!" The voice shouted your name. You tried to look up at the catwalk above you, but your neck refused to move at that angle. "Are you alright?" It was that voice that had shouted your name when you were pushed. You grimaced. "Fucking great, thanks for asking!" Your shouted back, not bothering to hide your frustration. "Just leave me the hell alone!" You attempted to take a step forward. To get away from your audience on the upper catwalk. To get back to your room. Your legs faltered and you gripped the railing for dear life before you could slip again.
A door, just down the catwalk from you, slid open with a hiss. It was some workers from the bio-lab. You realized their observation window was right in view of where you'd just fallen. They probably all saw your epic fall. Something about that made you think of Icarus. No, you were just getting loopy. That had to have been at least a twenty foot fall into solid metal.
Normally you might've shooed them away, but the two that made the walk out to you seemed so concerned, and you couldn't bear to deny their offers when you knew damn well you couldn't walk.
You let them help you walk. To your mild dismay, they guided you to the infirmary rather than your room. They were bio scientists though, and a fall that far could be fatal. Apparently they wanted to make sure you didn't have any broken bones.
They helped you to take off your armor, seemingly neither of them acknowledged just how slime-covered your wetsuit was, and they sent one of the delivery druids back towards your room with the suit pieces while they kept you for scans.
You, miraculously, hadn't broken anything. They thought you might've had a fractured rib, and quite a lot of bruising, but all they recommended for that was to refrain from heavy lifting. The thing that was bothering you though, was that they claimed you might've had a concussion. You were still having trouble balancing at least an hour after, and more than once you'd spaced out. You refused to tell them that you didn't even remember trying to stand.
After at least an hour and a half, one of them helped you back to your design room, and personally stuck around to make sure you changed out of your wetsuit and laid down, to sleep and recover. It was sweet of them, but also very counter-productive.
Almost a full minute after the bio-scientist had left, you stood right back up and changed back into your suit. The Droid had done as you asked, placing your suit in the basin for a soak, and rinsing it. You just had to scrub each piece now.
After all, you had 5 hours until the shifts for the night were all finished and you had a meeting with the entity. Even if he had killed someone....who was it again? Eh, they must not have mentioned a name.
It was the simulated midnight when you returned to the tank. You had taken a 3 hour nap, and woke up sore as hell. However, that wouldn't stop you. You'd donned your suit and made your way to the hatch. Apparently, they'd repaired the catwalk already. You wondered if someone would get in trouble for that.
The hatch, unbeknownst to you, actually didn't have a lock code. Therefore, when you just hit the unlock button, it spun open to reveal the water below. It seemed pitch-black from above.
You sealed your mask, and eased yourself into the murky darkness before letting yourself sink.
You didn't kick your legs, rather sliding the edge of the glass until you collided gently with the floor. You wanted to hover, a lot, but the kicking motion jostled you too much. So instead you sat in the darkness for a few seconds, holding your breath worriedly.
Then the tank lit up with color. It seemed like the entity had been waiting up for you. His tail was glowing brightly like a lava lamp now, and he stared down at you from a higher vantage point. You gave him a soft wave in greeting, and one of his hands followed the motion. He chimed curiously, the ripple in the water making you shiver slightly. "It means to say hello, big guy." You told him, and he seemed to be waiting for you. As though he wanted you to swim to him.
You shifted and really did make an attempt, but two kicks in you ended up grunting in pain and sinking to the bottom again.
This time, he trilled in a higher pitch than you'd heard. It was like he was worried. He flipped his positioning, now with his tail above him, his four arms stabilizing him on the ground. Two of his hands hovered at your sides, like he was trying to hold you without doing so. You chuckled slightly. "Sorry, bud. I took a fall earlier and it took a lot out of me. Can't swim right now." His head tilted in question, and he was careful as his hands scooped beneath your back and lifted you from your feet. You only grimaced a bit, trying to ignore the pain shooting across your spine.
He tilted himself, and you almost found it silly that it looked like he was sitting like a person, his jelly tail acting as his legs or lap, and his back propped against the glass.
He tilted his palms, and your pain finally won out when he dumped you from one pair of hands to the other, the jolt of lightning up your back making your head throb. You gasped, sucking in as much breath as you could bear. "Okay, okay! Let's stop doing that for now!" You insisted quietly, and he let out the high-pitched trill. You were considering calling it a whine, honestly.
That was when he brought you a bit closer to him, and stared intently at you. This was weird. He'd been man-handling you since the first visit, but now he was acting significantly less feral. His pupils were bigger, and his expression was soft. More intelligent, even. "You've understood me, right? You're not just a creature." The words escaped before you could think, but to your surprise, he nodded. Then you were right. "Do you... do you want to be here?" Immediately he shook his head no. He was here against his will, just like you thought. No wonder he was so hostile. "I... you must've had a home back on that planet. And family." The look in his eyes, he seemed upset, but he just blinked it away and nodded.
This... he must've not wanted these people to know this. For some reason. Yet he told you.
Something was telling you he was important. You wished there was a way to petition for his re-release, but without another proven member of his species back on the planet, they'd keep him in captivity. Part of you wanted to stage an escape, but that wouldn't work....
Despite your doubts, you sighed. "You've been a big help to me. If I can find a way out of here for you, I'll get you back to your planet." He didn't react. No nod or shake of his head. He actually looked away from you. He didn't believe you.
You slumped a bit forward, but a moment later one of his digits pushed you back upright by the chest, supporting your weight. Confusion engulfed your expression. Then cold engulfed your back.
"What the- hey!" You yelped, grappling with the digit in front of you that was now preventing your escape from the cold substance that was somehow seeping into your airtight suit. "Dude, what are you-" "Shh." That, along with the stinging ache in your neck, put you into a full stop. Did he just say something, or were you going crazy? "Helping." Yep, that was definitely the entity.
His mouth didn't move, but the water rippled the same way it did when he growled. The voice itself was smooth and deep, the pronunciation of the words vaguely reminded you of when someone's nose was clogged. There was a low static too, as though it were a Droid voice box... actually, it might've been.
"O-oh. Alright." You muttered, deciding yet again to trust the entity. It honestly felt like the pressure at your back was a giant gel ice-pack, but it almost dragged itself down your back and across your shoulders like a slug. It was painfully slow, and their expression couldn't have been very pleasant. Still, by the time the cold substance cradled the base of your head as well, your upper back felt better. It reminded you of aloe for sunburns, but, internal pain rather than external.
When he shifted his digit that was holding you up, you propped yourself up with one of your hands, and took just a moment to soak in the cool relief before craning your neck slightly to meet his eyes. Now, for the first time you'd seen, he was smiling. It wasn't very wide, but it was enough to tell that he was pleased. With himself or you, you weren't sure. Still, you grinned back at him. "Geez, you're a walking, er, swimming box of surprises. What was that?" His head tilted, and he raised one of his palms. In it, a small orb of his goop floated, the jelly shape remaining a moment, before he shoved it against his tail. It was reabsorbed in just under a second.
You squinted at it, then back at him, before you paled slightly. "Isn't that, like... corrosive?" He only shrugged. "Not always. Help now." His reply was short.
You were still amazed that you were getting answers from him verbally, and it must've been obvious, because he smiled a bit wider. He was definitely proud of himself now. You thanked him, and he only traded you from hand to hand, lifting you closer to his large face. You knew there was something you meant to ask him... "Hey. Why did you-" a pause, "Why did you kill someone?" You wrung your hands as he looked at you, then back to his tail. You then remembered his tail had been injured earlier. "They... hurt you. I'll guess you didn't mean to." He nodded, and you sighed a slight breath of relief. He didn't mean it.
That... that was enough of that for now. You only had about another hour before the morning shift patrols would come through. Enough of the heavy topics, it was time to just relax. You'd hope you could befriend the entity, and here you are.
Log Entry 026: The Entity.
"It seems that my nightly visits are proving useful to both my recovery, and my project. The substance that he coats over my wounds has accelerated recovery time. The bruises are almost entirely healed, and I can now resume my normal duties."... "I'm avoiding going to the medical wing for another month, so they won't suspect anything." ... "On the other hand, I have installed a set of propulsion poets on the base of the feet, as well as in the palms and back. They use the same formula as the entity to create bubbles from unusable insulation slime." ... "The goal is to begin planning once I'm allowed another public test of the suit."
Log Entry 054: The Entity.
"After thorough research, it looks like the Entity is actually a species of alien that was entirely poached from their planet, almost 25 years ago. Little is known, besides the information about their jelly forms." ... "The jelly can either corrode, or repair damages. It seems that the Entity is a rare case in which the gel does both, depending on the intent of the user. It is uncommon for members of the species to have a shell like he does " ... "They are critically endangered. It says that unless the specimen is of higher ranking, there is nothing to be done, but I think I will approach the research team about it anyways. He's getting restless."
Log Entry 63: The Entity.
"I am beyond livid. I brought up my concerns with the team's head, and was told they planned to harvest the entity's jelly. All of it. I moved those claims up as far in the chain of command as I could, but they refused." ... "They said I was to finish my research on the suit, as they suspect the entity was only a guardian, and that there may be an entire colony of the species hidden in the depths." ... "No one I've spoken to agrees with me, and I've realized I'm planning alone." ... A loud buzzing starts up in the background, and there is a sudden screeching of metal being bent... "I am destroying all prototypes besides my own, along with my research when we leave. This place won't get anything else from me."
Log Entry 102: The Entity.
"I had to delay the escape date, solely because we were informed of a mission back to the planet. The entity and I have agreed that our plan is set for two days from now while we orbit the planet." ... " I have yet to inform anyone that the suits I have built are frauds. I have, however, volunteered to join the team going down in order to be sure the suits 'don't malfunction'. We'll be taking a research vessel down with a portable lab, and..." ...The tape switches off suddenly....
Log Entry 107: The Entity.
"Our escape worked a little too well. The entity escaped containment mere minutes after I'd set off the explosives I'd left in my work area. All of my documents should have been the first to go, and I'd planned to contain the burn to my room. However, the radio says the entity broke the glass, and the corrosive fire has spread, forcing the ship to make an emergency landing." ...There are voices in the background, they sound angry. You ignore them... "The recon team and I are in the research vessel, but the entity has just escaped. I need to get them out, but I just. I can're remember the plAN-"... The recording cuts off just after the start of a loud sound and screaming.
What is this thing? A tape recorder?
"I uh... I'm not sure what's going on." ... "I'm on a research vessel, it seems like a wide oceanic planet, and there seems to be debris from a crash nearby. Did our cruiser crash?" ... "I'm... not sure what's going on, but I'm going to try and figure it out. Maybe I can get the radio working and call for help."
Oh God. Oh no.
"I got through to someone on the radio two days ago. They said that they would be by to pick me up, but they attacked me. Said I was wanted for the destruction of my cruiser. For hundreds of deaths. That didn't sound right, but they still tried to take me." ...There's shaky breathing... "There's something I'm missing. I... I know what they do to interstellar criminals, there are no fair trials. I'm guilty until sentenced to death." ... "I'm forgetting something. A chunk of my life is gone, and I can't figure out what I did. So... I didn't have a choice." ...A choked sob echoes into the audio recorder... "I- I killed them. I sunk their ship. N-no one can know I'm here until I figure this out. Figure out how to avoid giving up whatever important stuff I forgot."
There was no more storage left on the recorder. It was discarded into a junk drawer, repurposed into various other gadgets later down the line. You stayed on the planet, rations on the ship lasted you just long enough to figure out how to fish. You remembered most of your life, your training. You certainly remembered the way you were doing research.
At some point, you managed to re-engineer your suit, write the components and plans out. The suit was something new that you didn't remember from before. You figured whatever it was you were hiding, the suit was part of it.
And, that was how you stayed. You uncovered more and more about yourself, dodged the law when you could, and when you couldn't, you took care of them. You began to research creatures on the planet, finding it to be something that kept you sane in your time alone. Right up until the day you were alerted of an entire cruiser coming to apprehend you.
By then you'd known you'd committed too many crimes, undeniably. You had to go out on your own terms, so you'd put your plan into action soon enough.
#Outside Upgrades#Outside Upgrades:AEB#eclipse × reader#fnaf x reader#fnaf sb#fnaf au#oh lordy this was a trip to write#i literally just set this up so I could doodle stuff later for Pre-story.#so I won't spoil actually story lmao#also the soldering iron#is what you use to kill the two guys#at the end#it's just ur weapon of choice lmao#all asks and sharing and whatnot about this au is welcome btw#I rlly need to flesh things out#also memory loss to cover plot holes!!#:D#oh boy....#sorry to anyone who has to see the entire thing btw#dunno how to hide it under a cut#on mobile#don't care enough to figure it out lmao
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Ryuunosuke Akutagawa (self aware)
Self-Aware! Akutagawa Ryunosuke x GN! Reader
Warning: Yandere. Hints of stalking. OOC. Spoilers for "Dazai Osamu and Dark Era", "Dazai Osamu's entrance exam", Port Mafia arc, The Guild arc, Akutagawa's past. Menthions of mutilation. English is my second language.
Becoming self-aware
🧥 Ryunosuke Akutagawa was a Black-Fanged Hellhound. He is ready to commit heinous crimes for Port Mafia sake.
🧥 Ryunosuke Akutagawa was Ability User of Destruction and Disaster. Rashomon will tear anything and anyone by his command.
🧥 Ryunosuke Akutagawa is an Apostle of Calamity and Despair. He will earn Dazai's approval, no matter what.
🧥 Ryunosuke Akutagawa isn't real. The moment, he realized it, felt like Rashomon sank its fangs in its Master's soul, shredding every emotion he ever had.
🧥 But, the worst thing was, that his reasons for living was shredded alongside his emotions.
🧥 Akutagawa is strong. He trained to be that stronger. But, was his strength a result of his training? Or, he was created to be that strong? And, no matter what, he won't be stronger or weaker than his current level?
🧥 Akutagawa is loyal to Port Mafia. But, has his actions ever benefit Port Mafia? Or, no matter what he did, Port Mafia will exist, and his missions will end in success, even if he stayed in one please, without weapons and Rashomon?
🧥 Akutagawa was seeking Dazai's approval. But... Was he even created to be someone, who Dazai will accept? Or it was his destiny, to be a failure in Dazai's eyes?
🧥 Was Dazai-san even real?;
🧥 Akutagawa was on edge. He wanted answers, he wanted stability. He wanted to tear someone apart.
🧥 But he won't disobey Boss's orders. Mori orders them to find any information they can find.
🧥 Mori was real. Akutagawa choose to follow that order. Akutagawa knew, that, if he refused, it will make a difference.
🧥 Higuichi and Akutagawa were patrolling Yokohama together. That's how they saw The Guild's liner. And Guild leader, talking about not being real with old man with white beard.
🧥 Others also brought news. About Rats, Government, Hunting Dogs. And ADA. They were real. They also could do anything. And it will make a difference.
🧥 The difference wasn't big. At least, it was something.
🧥 And then, one day, he feels an entity's gaze on him.
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Looking
Observing
It looked at them, like they were circus animals.
It was weak.
It was hiding far away from them.
Akutagawa spent hours, trying to tear through space. Trying to bring It to them. Trying to get to It.
For hours Rashomon's maw destroyed anything, that was on its way. For hours Rashomon's claws tear through walls and pavement.
And there was Gin.
His sister was acting strange.
Every morning, after waking up, she was writing pages and pages in notebook.
She doesn't show them to Akutagawa.
Only ones he saw one of the pages.
"How their day was"
One time, Akutagawa met Dazai during one of his countless tries to get to the Entity. To tear its throat!
Akutagawa's voice was firm.
"Should I make them suffer?"
Dazai's answer was emotionless.
"You had to get in line."
Was it a blessing? An order? Akutagawa will honor it nevertheless.
But one day, time reset.
And he, once again, was a sixteen-year-old boy, who killed Mimic's solder
And made Dazai-san angry.
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When they start feeling your presence
🧥 When Dazai-san pointed a gun on Akutagawa, he was ready. He was ready to use Rashomon as a shield. By his own free will.
🧥 But he couldn't.
🧥 He couldn't use it as he wants.
🧥 Only after the shot he finally managed to create a shield.
🧥 Did It mess with his ability? How dare it weak coward do something to him?
🧥 It will pay...
🧥 But why Dazai-san was so silent?
🧥 And then came the voice.
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"effective" "harsh" "other way"
"Strong" "deserved to [|||||||||||||||||]"
Akutagawa feels a wave of warmth. For one moment, he felt completely safe. Like nothing could ever hurt him again.
'Was it mocking him? Pitting him?'
Akutagawa looked around, trying to find the speaker. But, no one was here.
Was it the one, who was talking?
And Dazai-san looked like he was listening to it.
Akutagawa's voice sounded urgent.
"Where is it? Dazai-san, I can hear it. I am sure, this time, I will tear them apart..."
Dazai raises his hand.
His voice was uncharacteristically soft.
"No. You will wait. You won't seek them. Right now, you will only listen to their voice. Their words. And pay attention to their emotions."
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🧥 Dazai left without explaining anything. Akutagawa was left alone.
🧥 It... They left with Dazai.
🧥 Emotions? Words? Voice? The couple of words? Full of pity?
🧥 Or not?
🧥 Akutagawa closed his eyes. Remembering.
🧥 They didn't feel pity. It was... respect?
🧥 Akutagawa can't be sure. He needs to hear more.
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🧥 Next time he heard them was during clash with Mimic.
🧥 Still, no full sentences.
"Akutagawa" "strong" "hard-working"
🧥 But, now, Akutagawa can tell for sure, that it was respect.
🧥 Fight with Mimic was the same as previous time. Except one thing.
🧥 When Gide arrived, he didn't pay any attention to Akutagawa or anyone else. He was trying to shoot something invisible.
🧥 Sakunosuke Oda arrived again. He saved Akutagawa again.
🧥 And said something strange. But, Akutagawa didn't think too much about it.
"Hold tight, Blobby! We can't let Gide shoot you!"
🧥 Few days later, time resets again.
🧥 Akutagawa, once again, was trying to kill taxi driver. And again was defeated by Doppo Kunikida.
"Akutagawa [|||||||||||||] was awesome!"
🧥 The Voice didn't mock him. Still, only respect.
🧥 When he deals with the ability user, that controlled numbers, Akutagawa heard quiet
"Deserved."
from the voice.
🧥 And time resets again.
🧥 Akutagawa once again was trying to capture man-tiger.
🧥 And strange Light Blob was floating above man-tiger.
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Few days later, Mori Ougai and Fukuzawa Yukichi were discussing the creation of a Union. Union, to find a way to Their Guiding Light's world. To them.
Akutagawa feels conflicted.
Gin seems happy. She mentioned, that she can't wait to meet them.
Dazai-san seems happy. Often, he was talking to the air. Laughing. Joking.
And looking at something with so much warmth and... love?
Dazai-san was asking about the Voice. And his feelings towards them.
Akutagawa was honest.
"They are a simple person. I don't hate them anymore. But, I don't like them either."
Akutagawa just can't put his finger on it. He understands, why they want to get to the real world. But why so many people want to meet them? The Guiding Light?
He gets his answers one day.
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🧥 Akutagawa just follows Mori's orders. Gave a message to The Guild. Don't attack anyone.
🧥 Hawthorne and Mitchell were on their guard, but, nevertheless, promise to tell Fitzgerald about union proposition. This time, they were unhsrmed.
🧥 And on his way back to ADA/Port Mafia base, time reset again.
🧥 And he was a forteen-year-old boy from the slums.
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He was standing before Dazai-san like all this years ago.
But, he wasn't looking at him.
Right before Dazai-san was standing a figure, made of light. Same light, that Little Light was made of.
And they talked. Akutagawa heard sobs. And a wave of warmth
"poor" "friends" "strength"
"Akutagawa, I respect you. You are powerful. You had to become powerful. For yourself. For your friends. And you are powerful. You don't need anyone's acceptance. The words will never take away your power."
Akutagawa feels, how light figure hugged him.
[In reality, you run your fingers up and down manga page]
A flood of emotions...
Respect. Acceptance. Proud
Akutagawa feels, like he was in presence of the most important human in entire planet. Important for him. For everyone.
He finally got it. Why everyone love you.
Now, he was like them.
He wanted to protect them.
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🧥 Dazai-san start training him and Atsushi in working in pair.
🧥 So they can protect Dear Guiding Light.
🧥 Akutagawa was ready to train every minute of his life.
🧥 Making sure, that you are safe.
🧥 You and your happiness became his reason to live on.
And then, one day, the purple moon shined above Yokohama.
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When you installed BSD Mayoi Inu Kaikitan
🧥 Akutagawa was first one, who gave you an Awakening materials, so you can have his UR card.
"Akutagawa, I love Leader Skill of your card!"
"Wow! So much damage! Are real Rashomon that powerful?"
"Akutagawa's Detective card are so awesome!"
🧥 Akutagawa gather materials by himself. Now Armory in Port Mafia base are on Max Level.
🧥 Because of his interface, Armory now gave materials for UR card awakening.
🧥 Akutagawa loves 'watching' movies with you and Gin. He and Gin will secretly watch videos you watch.
🧥 Ready to order Rashomon to chew through space to get him on your doorstep.
🧥 Will do anything, to keep smile on your face. To keep you protected. To destroy your enemies.
🧥 Akutagawa is a Black-Fanged Hellhound, Ability User of Destruction and Disaster, Apostle of Calamity and Despair.
🧥And you are his reason to live.
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You got another note from BSD Mayoi Inu Kaikitan.
From Akutagawa. With Awakening materials for his Summer card.
And a note.
"[Y/N]. Be careful. I don't want anything happen to you. Please, don't worry about anything. You are under my protection, remember that. Akutagawa Ryunosuke"
You smiled and open one of the Akutagawa cards, petting his chibi.
"I will be careful, I promise, Akutagawa. Thanks for worrying about me."
You didn't notice, that Akutagawa's eyes closed in bliss.
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A marriage of peace & political (2)
Zuko x water tribe reader x male mai + others
Many years had gone by since you left your home and become a wife, it had been so long since you had seen your family and everyone else. No words or visit had taken place between them with you, at first it had broken your heart but you soon came to terms with everything. There was some distance between yourself and southern water tribe, that had grown over the years since the last time they saw you. Over the years you had changed into the person you had become now these days.
Y/n " ........" you are the on the dock of the fire nation ship moving on the ocean, you were looking out on the landscape surrounding you.
Fire nation solder " my lady y/n we are not that far from the South Pole"
Y/n " thank you for the report please make sure everything will be ready to be unloaded"
Fire nation soldier " yes my lady" it had been so long but you were finally going home, not for a home coming but for help. As some tension had risen and issue had risen for water and earth kingdom, Among themselves and some tension with the fire nation as well.
????? " mom" you soon had a smile show up on your face, as you looked to see your four sons standing there.
Y/n " hello my sons" you soon walked toward your children, all of your dressed for the cold climate.
Y/n " Muko, Izo, and Uze, Zoja I thought you boys will be inside with everyone else"
Muko " we were going to stay inside but we came to see how you were doing"
Y/n " I'm doing well it has been so long since I been here"
Izo " that good to hear mother"
Y/n " I'm guessing your fathers had asked you all to come on the trip with me to make sure I'm okay"
Uze " yes as it seems like they don't like your family and their friends that much, and one of them the avatar ... so sad on how he failed to keep his oath"
Zoja " even after this marriage it seems like chief hakoda has failed to keep his rule in line, as well so has his children the only one who has been successful if you mother"
Muko " mother we don't wish to be rude we have here for two reasons to keep our family safe and to see your home and all the culture you talked about"
Izo " yes it going to be a good trip"
Y/n " I'm happy to hear that boys" Muko and Izo are fire-benders like zuko and have his personality and inherit his looks as well. While Uze and zojia didn't have any bending abilities but picked up their father Mao talent for daggers and looked and act ike him.
Y/n " I know you kids will be able to find some fun in this place and one we are done here we can go see the rest of our family on ember inland"
The boys " yes mother" The children had become your pride and joy over the years, the boys and their fathers always found ways to make you happy.
Uze " mother" Uze was Ponting at something and you soon saw it the South Pole it has been so long since you been home, even due it had changed it was still your home a bright smile grows on your face.
Y/n " welcome to the South Pole my children" The fire nation ship soon stopped the ship at the dock the walk way had bene dropped, as you and had gotten off with your children. To see water nation soldiers waiting there as well it seems like they were apart of the escort to the palace and into the village.
Water nation solder " hello lady y/n we have been order by your father and brother to escort you to the palace and inside the village"
Y/n " thank you I will also be bring my guards as well under the commands of my husbands"
Water nation soldier " yes that can happen we all take you and your party right now if you wish"
Y/n " yes please" the Group soon left the docks the suppiles will follow later on as you soon walked inside the village, you had been greeted by cheers and music. It seems like everyone had come to see the arrival from you water and earth kingdom civilians and soldiers are here. The were people waving to you and you waved or smiled back, after a while you soon reached the palace.
Muko " well we are here it time to show them what you can do"
Y/n " thank you my child"
Water nation guard " up these steps everyone else is in there my lady and it good to have you home"
Y/n" thank you and it good to be home" you and eveyrone soon walked up the steps as the door opened and soon more cheering and music had been heard from behind you and in front of you.
Squire " I announced the arrival of lady y/n the princess of the fire nation and lady of the southern water tribe daughter of hakoda and kay, and sister to sokka and katara " you soon made you way towards the front where all the important people are standing you soon saw your father and siblings, along with everyone else.
Y/n " chief hakoda hello it good to see you again and everyone else it has been go long" hakoda had smiled and soon made his way towards you.
Hakoda " welcome home my daughter I have missed you it been to long but it good to have you home"
Y/n " yes it"
Sokka " welcome back sister"
Y/n " hello sokka"
Katara " y/n I'm happy to have my sister home"
Y/n " hello katara ... hello to you as well aang and top it good to see you all are doing well"
Toph " hello snow princess I have missed you"
Aang " hello y/n I have heard about the great things you have done I and nomads ow you thank for helping us restore the air temples"
Y/n " you are welcome"
Hakoda " I hope your remember all our old friends as well they have come here for the meeting"
Y/n " hello everyone"
Toph " are zuko and Mao coming along with iroh"
Y/n " they will be coming later on I and my company came first"
Bato " speaking of your company who are these four young man with you today they seem young warriors in the making"
Muko " we are the children of princess y/n of the fire nation and lady y/n of southern water tribe the sons of her husband and future heir of the fire nation" The room had fallen silent after muko had said that and bowed soon his three brother had followed suit.
Sokka " okay I must not be hearing right or the music got to me but did he say he your son"
Y/n " yes he my son all four of them are my sons"
Sokka " wow I can't believe I have nephews"
Katara " it so wonderful to meet you four"
Izo " it good to meet you as well"
Hakoda " I can't believe I'm a grandfather why haven't I been told ahead of time"
Y/n " I have sent word but it seems like letter were never received or read"
Hakoda " well we can find a solution later I'm happy you are home and my grandsons are here as well"
Sokka " family hug"
Uze " I don't do hugs"
Toph " hey I like this one"
Uze " your toph I heard great stuff about you from my mother and great uncle respect"
Toph " thank you"
Y/n " we can talk later and have time to get to know each other or caught up, we should get to the meeting I'm right to sokka time line"
Sokka " you still know me well sister" you had nodded your head as the meeting will be starting soon but you know during their time here it was going to challenges for you, as now you will be dealing with your family and the others. As life was not the same anymore, you were going to do you best while you were here and not let the last control that much.
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BEAUTIFUL
Recom!Miles Quaritch x Na’vi!Reader
Summary: Quaritch is amazed by the beauty of new life, and Spider is just happy his manifestations came true.
Warnings: Briefly mentions being a toxic father/kidnapping/death, Swearing, Childbirth
Word count: 2.2k
Quaritch couldn’t remember a time he was truly happy. Not with coming to Pandora, not with his son, not with his previous partner. And definitely not with his reincarnation. But right now, in this moment, he felt unexplainable love. His tail wagged and his ears couldn’t stop moving, his eyes wide and his expression almost bashful.
‘I’m a soldier for Pete’s sake when did I become so soft’ he should be ashamed of himself, his human would have punched it into his skull, but he couldn’t find himself to be. Not when he was standing in the most beautiful place known to man with the most beautiful woman in front of him.
“Ma Miles.. what are you thinking?” her accent slipped through and he couldn’t help but find how cute it was, but her eyes portrayed worry. Worry for what he was going to say back.
“Darlin. I’m the happiest man in the universe” he cupped her face and gave her a smooch, one of his hands leaving her cheek and pressing against her still flat tummy “I’m gonna take care of both of you, I swear”
Her fave lit up and her smile became wider, her four fingered hand came to rest against his on her stomach and her other against his on her cheek “I’m so happy, Eywa has blessed us” ___ purred, it was a cute rumble in her chest that made Quaritch swoon, he could only do the same in return.
“Have you told Spider” He questioned, his son, their son, was a man. The solder turned Na’vi warrior felt guilt for him, he wasn’t the best father, he never raised his only child and when he died he missed his whole life. He only just reunited with him two years ago, kidnapping him and forcing him on their journey to kill Jake Sully. But during that time he felt a bond like no other, this was his flesh (or..was his flesh) and blood, he wasn’t gonna let him go again.
“Kehe, I have not. I promise I will tonight” ___ suddenly interlocked their hands and pulled her mate back towards home. The sky people are no longer on Pandora, for now the Na’vi are at peace, the recoms have decided to integrate into the culture, it was only right since they have their body and they couldn’t go back to Earth in their state. It was strange, finding out about their back up bodies, all they had to do was transfer the DNA hard drive (Quaritch forgot technical names, who cares about that shit anyway?) to their new bodies. The recoms that did die like Zhang or Zdinarsk held no recollection of their death again, only of the events leading up, just like the first time.
Jake Sully was merciful, he was in the same situation as the now younger than him Quaritch (Jake is salty about it, he hates that he’s now the old man) and understands where he is coming from. Miles was willing to learn, so Jake was willing to teach. Neytiri and most of the clan, including the humans, where very against it. But with some encouraging words from Mo’at (who’s always sticking up for her son) the others relented and decided to see what Eywa wills these demons to do.
Now Quaritch and the old Deja Blu squad have gone full Na’vi. Some like Lyle got mates, some like Mansk became hunters and warriors. He was proud of his squad and felt alive here, unlike his life on Earth.
___ chirped out into the night, eclipse already long past and the forest flowing with life. As they walked up to their new hometree his mate chirped again, a complex sound that he cannot seem to master. A thud sounded behind them and Quaritch instantly held her back as he turned to see what it was that she attracted, only to come face to face with his human boy.
“Kaltxi ma sa’nok, ma sempul” he greeted them and did a quick ‘i see you’ motion from his forehead. They returned the gesture and ___ grinned, pulling the 18 year old into her and kissing his forehead.
“Son, we uh. Got some news to share” Miles stared at the smaller Miles, yellow eyes piercing through the dark and staring him down. If outsiders saw this they would have thought he would kill the boy, who was twice as small as him. But the people that knew him well could see the slight fear in his eyes, scared about his reaction, scared about the future, scared about making past mistakes.
Spider blinked up at his father and tilted his head “hey old man there’s no need to get so scared. I’m not a threat to you ya know” he cheekily grinned and his father could only roll his eyes, lifting his hand to his now braided head and rubbing it. Spider laughing and pulled himself away.
“Spider” his adoptive mother called out, equally as nervous. Now this caught his attention, why where they BOTH scared?? What’s going on?? “My son, I am with child, prrnen. I hope you will be happy for us”
Miles jr gasped, hand over his mouth and a smile creeping up on his face. He was to be an older brother. A TRUE older brother. He was like a sibling to the Sully kids yes, but this was different. This was his real family. “Mama, I am so happy for you” he wrapped his arms around her waist and rested his head on her hip, her arms coming around him. “I hope it’s a girl” he whispered, thinking about the ways he would protect his younger sibling.
“For the baby’s sake, I hope it is not” his mother giggled, Quaritch openly agreed but secretly he wanted the same. He wanted a little girl that looked like her mama, a little girl he could protect and love as his own. He was a girl dad, secretly.
“Cmon, let’s get to bed” Quaritch slowly dragged his family inside hometree and up the spiral steps, Spider leaping in front and going to his own hammock, jumping in and closing it. His parents where just next to him, sleeping in one that was much bigger, open, and meant for a family.
___ felt disappointment when she realised that Spider would be sleeping on his own now, since he is grown and an adult, he could not stay with his parents. But occasionally during the night he would creep down and sleep between them, head in his fathers elbow crease and arm wrapped around his mothers growing tummy. He’s done this throughout her pregnancy.
Quaritch was out with his squad and some other hunters, fetching food for the clans meal tonight, Spider decided to join him with the Sully kids, riding with Lo’ak on his ikran.
___ and some other woman decided to do some gathering, fetching fruits and water from the rivers. She was with Neytiri, a woman who she viewed as an older sister. Since Sylwanin died, the Tsahìk in training saw a new opportunity for a sister in ___, who too has lost her eldest sister. She found solace in her, and vowed to protect the much younger girl.
When ___ found out that Neytiri had to leave for the Metkayina she was distraught, a woman she grew up with for her whole life is being taken from her. Then when she came back to the Omaticaya, with one child less, she knew she had to be there for her sister. But she also mourned for Neytiri’s son, her nephew.
In mourning she found her own solace in the monster that started it all, but she believed in change. If Toruk Makto became one of the people, couldn’t he? Now she is with his child, who is just about ready to come out.
“You should rest, little sister” Neytiri walked up to her with a basket full of large colourful fruit, deciding to stay behind and not hunt today, she had a feeling about ___’s labours.
“‘tiri I am fine, see? This basket is not heavy” she picked up a basket full of smaller berry’s, showing off her strength, even if it was unmatched with a hunter. ___ walked to the river to wash them, she needed to get the dirt off of them, as she was about to bend down she was stopped by a gentle hand.
“Let me” Neytiri gently hissed as the younger woman went to object, slowly giving up and giving her the basket “you may be able to carry this, but your belly would make it hard to bend and stand back up”. The elder then squatted and washed them for her, getting any small bugs and little bits of dirt.
___ sighed and smiled, she missed her. Now they have been reunited these two years they have never been caught apart. “Well, is there anything I can-“ she stopped to breath, taking a breath in and holding it. She felt a little bit of a push and water trickle out slowly from her regions below. “Neytiri”
At the use of her pause, and full name, Neytiri turned around fast and saw the situation her sister was in. “___” dropping the basket and running towards her she placed a hand onto her back and another on her stomach, feeling the baby “It will take a while for you to start pushing, but we must get you back to kelutral” she gently pushed her towards home and shouted out to the other gatherers that were around, warning them of an upcoming birth. They all whooped and cheered in excitement, some rushing back with their baskets to prepare.
“When will the hunting party be back, I need my mate” the slightly smaller woman breathed deeply, remembering what she was told by her mother on what to expect. She limped her way to hometree and glanced at Neytiri who remained silent, a distant look on her face and tears in her eyes “‘tiri?”
The warrior snapped out of her trance and turned to face ___, the tears now slowly dripping down her face “I am so happy for you, my sister. I have dreamt of this day for a long time. But if that moron dares do something to hurt you i will gut him limb from limb” she was serious and ___ knew so, she only nodded in return with a grin, wiping Neytiri��s cheeks.
A small contraction hit and she winced as she was moved to a squat on the floor, Mo’at came with some healers and painted onto her skin, a new mother must have protective runes onto her body, and it was also a symbol, one to say she was a warrior. They chanted prayers to their great mother, Neytiri included. That’s when they heard the war party, someone must have alerted her husband to the birth.
Quaritch jumped off of his ikran from the top of the tree and sprinted down to one of the levels, coming round the corner and seeing his mate prepared to start pushing. He made his way over and squatted behind her, ears twitching and hearing her grunting. “Hey darlin, let’s get this show on the road eh?” a hand reached back and playfully slapped his arm.
“You know i do not understand your saying ma Miles” his mate panted, starting her pushing. She grunted and squirmed in discomfort, but there was no pain, the herbs and ailments helped with that. The Na’vi had some pretty strong stuff.
Soon enough her son joined them, jumping over tails and standing beside his parents. Sitting next to his father and looking at his mother is worry. Quaritch sometimes had trouble with the culture, and this moment was one of them. Birthing was a communal thing with the Na’vi, there was no shame with people being gathered around a pregnant woman, they had nothing to hide after all. It was a natural process. It did baffle him since with humans it definitely was not like this, privacy was important, but the process of human birth could be seen as depressing in some eyes. He liked it this way, it showed community and safety, he was glad to be accepted as Omaticaya.
His wife’s pushing came to a close and a cry was heard, Neytiri immediately put the babe in her mothers arms and guided the bond. A Na’vi’s first bond is with their mother, to form a strong emotional connection, then Eywa is the second so the baby could be connected to Pandora, they would prepare the ceremony soon.
“I told you it would be a girl!” Spider cheered and jumped around, whooping and yipping with the other clan members and his friends.
Tears fell down ___ face and a grin graced her features, she was sweaty and tired, panting from exhaustion but Quaritch could not find her more beautiful.
#✰ — avatar works — ✰#avatar quaritch x reader#atwow#x reader#oneshot#fluff#baby#family#spider#miles socorro#colonel miles quaritch#recombinant#Jake sully#Sister#brother#deja blu#avatar the way of water x reader#miles quaritch x reader#Neytiri#lo’ak
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If your comfortable with it could you write 42!miles and black widow reader 'enemies to lover's ' type of thing but what if in another dimension they are older and have kids and those kids getting in dimension 42. They are twins and 15 but just them being confused couse "why were our parents so mean to each other when they were our age"
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ofc thanks for the ideas guys i love it please send me all your guys ideas and i will totally write them as soon as possible!💕
earth 42 miles morales x fem black/Latina reader enemies to lovers
Miles pov
I was walking up the stairs when I felt someone bump into my left solder as I looked up to see who the hell bumped into me I realized it was y/n I rolled my eyes and said “watch where your going you need glasses or sum damn” you see me and y/n NEVER got along it was because when we were younger she stole my juice box from me and drank it as I was CRYING so I pushed her and she pushed me and we got into a fight (yall they were both 5✋🏼😭) after our moms broke us up we both yelled at the same time “I HATE YU” and that how we hate each other.
y/ns pov
“me? watch where your going dickhead you the one whos in my way” Miles gets on my nerves and always starts something. while youbwere both arguing his mom mrs. rio yelled “BOTH OF YU ENOUGH. Miles, ¿qué te pasa? y tú/n, ¿qué te pasa?, solías estar tan cerca ahora, mirad todos, solo prepárate, estamos cenando en el apartamento y/ns, date prisa antes de que la comida se enfríe.” you both stared in shock as miles mom had went into my apartment door. We both looked at each other just then I lightly shoved him out of my way he glared at me as I walked passed but i didnt care i went into my apartment door miles following not far after me.
no ones pov
as the night when on miles and y/n were in her room doing what their moms had asked them to do get along but oh no they were arguing in her room as well until this big hole came out of no where and they hadn’t realized that two 15 yr old twin boys had came out from the portal looking right at them.
miles pov
me and y/n were arguing when all of a sudden we heard a voice called out from in her room, we kept arguing think that it was one of our moms talking or something when in reality it was theses two twin boys in the room
Carters pov (one of your twins)
“mom dad?” I said two the two people standing infront of us “nah thats not them they look our age and they are arguing.” cameron said also joining the conversation the two who were arguing snaped their heads towards us in confusion. In fear y/n went behind miles while miles just looked at them funny, the two twins who were in the room laughed at their parents faces.
y/ns pov
“w-who are yall?” I asked in confusion , they both looked at each other them back at us and said “we are your sons from a different universe” they both said at the same time “what the fuck” miles said.
no ones pov
after sitting down and telling miles and y/n everything miles and y/n soon turned red in embarrassment. they had both realized that they were married and had kids together and that they were in love. when the two twims went back to their universe it was different for y/n and miles they got closer when the days went by and miles finally asked y/n to be his gf. You both lived a happy with with one another and had two handsome baby twin boys named carter and Cameron.
THAT WAS IT IK IT WAS SHORT BUT ITS CUS I HAVE BEEN WORKING ON OTHER REQUESTS AND IVE BEEN GETTING TO TIRED TO WRITE FOR YALL BUT DW I AM BOUT GET ACTVIE THIS WEEKEND AND WRITE LIKE 3-4 POST FOR YALL TO READ ABT SRRY MY LUVS💕.
#earth 42 miles morales x reader#miles morales#across the spiderverse#ghost spider#into the spider verse#miles morales x reader#spider gwen#spider man: across the spider verse#prowler miles#earth 42
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When is it Enough?
This fic is a sequel (three-quel?) to To Be His Good Girl and The Breaking Point
Edit: I've removed my SPN kink Event bingo card, because I was reminded that Soldier Boy isn't part of SPN. 🤦♀️ The story hasn't changed at all.
Summary: Y/N wants to show Ben that she's sorry for her disobedience, but how far will her guilt take her?
Warnings/Explicit 18+: Smut. Pretty filthy smut. BDSM. Dom/sub. Dom Ben (Soldier Boy). Sub Reader. Crying Reader. Lots of talk of punishments and discipline. Caning (breasts). Slight Bondage. Intense pain as pleasure dynamics. Oral (m receiving.) Rough Face Fucking (choking, gagging, retching [no vomiting], and loss of oxygen mentioned) Bathtub sex. Unprotected PinV sex. Light Fingering mentioned. Praise!kink. Sir!kink. Aftercare.
Pairings: Soldier Boy (Ben) x Reader
Word Count: 3,925
A/N: Okay, so "To Be His Good Girl" was supposed to be a one and done fic. However, I've had a few requests to carry on the story, and then I found the above bingo card, and I thought it fit into Ben and Y/N's story pretty well. So, I wrote "The Breaking Point" as a sequel and now this last part of the trilogy. Hope you enjoy, and I know this story won't be for everyone, so PLEASE heed the warnings. ❤️
The dividers used here are created by @silkholland
Y/N got up from Ben’s lap and got to her knees on the floor. He came to stand over her and cupped her cheek in his hand. She gazed up at him adoringly and he ran his thumb over her mouth before pushing it past her lips. Y/N swirled her tongue over the tip and then began sucking on it. She sucked hard and it made Ben groan.
“Since you spoke when it was forbidden, kitten, I’m going to find a way to put your mouth to better use.” Ben explained. “If you do a good enough job blowing me then I’ll refrain from further physical punishment for speaking out of turn.”
“Thank you, sir.” Y/N said, eyes shining.
Ben nodded. “Take out my cock, show me what you can do.”
Y/N unzipped him and reached inside his pants. She moaned as she pulled out his length, already semi-hard. She pushed it flat against his stomach and licked all the way up the vein that bulged along the underside of his cock. She let her spit coat him as she took him into her mouth. What she couldn’t fit in her mouth she pumped in her fist.
Slowly though, she worked him further and further into her mouth until she could feel him slide down her throat half an inch. She choked and pulled off of him, but quickly went back. She braced herself on his thighs as she tightened her lips around him and began bobbing up and down on his hard length.
She reached up and played with his balls while she bobbed, sucking her cheeks in to create an incredible suction.
Ben pushed his hand into her hair. “Fuck baby, yes. Just like that. So perfect.”
Y/N grabbed onto the praise and worked harder. She moved up and down on him even faster, letting him hit the back of her throat every time. She moaned at the delicious taste of his precum dripping into her mouth. Finally, she took him further down her throat, trying desperately not to gag.
When she went to pull off of him though, Ben held her head in place. “No, push further, just gag, don’t pull away. Take me all the way.”
Y/N nodded, and though her throat spasmed and she gagged over and over, choking around his girth, she let him push her face into his pelvic bone. She didn’t fight him even as her eyes watered and spit dribbled down her chin.
Finally he pulled out of her mouth and she took in raspy breaths, coughing hard.
“You’ve done beautifully, kitten.” Ben told her, tracing her lips with the tip of his cock and spreading precum across her mouth. “Now, I’m gonna use your mouth. I’m gonna fuck your face, and I want you to just drop your jaw and let me use you as I need.”
Y/N nodded. “Yes, sir, use me.” She said, throat aching.
Ben gripped the sides of her head in his big hands, making it absolutely impossible for her to move. He slammed his hips forward over and over, pushing into her throat. Y/N was choking desperately, coughing harshly and gagging around him even while he persisted in fucking further and further down her throat, which then made her gag and choke some more.
But she took it all without complaint, without trying to pull away from him. Ben watched the tears streaming down her cheeks as he stuffed his cock into her esophagus, stretching it and making her throat bulge. He watched her sucking in oxygen through her nose and pressed her face harder against him, so she couldn’t.
He thought she might start panicking soon and push against him to let her go, but instead he felt her go slack. He pulled out quickly, worried for a moment that she’d passed out. But she was still very conscious, gazing up at him, even while she was coughing harshly and making retching noises.
She was simply doing exactly what he told her to do. She was letting him use her as he wanted, use her mouth and throat, fuck her face, even letting him make her pass out if he wanted. She was one hundred percent his, she trusted him completely to take care of her and she wouldn’t deny him anything.
Ben bent over to briefly kiss her lips. He rubbed his thumb over her mouth again, pushing the spit and come that clung to her lips back into her mouth.
“You are perfect, Y/N. You’re everything I’ve ever wanted. You’re my good girl. Even when you misbehave and I have to punish you, you’re still my good girl underneath. I won’t question that again.”
Tears gathered in Y/N’s eyes and Ben kissed her forehead. “Thank you, sir. I promise to always obey, and to take my punishments when I don’t.”
Ben chuckled at the oxymoron she’d just promised him. “Okay, baby. Then let’s finish this punishment so we can move on to me spoiling you.”
Y/N nodded as she bit her lip. “Yes, sir.”
Ben pulled her to her feet and then reached around to unclasp her bra, freeing her breasts. He tweaked her nipples and then tugged on them both, making Y/N gasp with pleasure.
He brought her to the end of the bed and tied her there, ankles and wrists tied to the bedposts. But for her wrists he used a decent length of rope, about two feet. After finishing, he explained why.
“Lean forward, let the rope hold you.” Y/N followed his directions and it left her body at a forward angle.
Ben reached forward and gave a small slap to the side of her dangling breast. “This way, I’ll only hit your tit with the cane, I won’t accidentally hit somewhere else on your torso.”
Y/N understood and tried to ignore the strain on her shoulders, and the way the rope dug into her wrists. Ben moved to the table again, putting away the belt and picking up a long, thin rod. He waved it back and forth a few times, and it made a wicked swishing sound as it cut through the air.
He came back to stand beside her and he smiled warmly at her. “Okay, kitten, this is it.” He tapped the cane lightly against the underside of her breast and even that stung slightly, like little sparks landing on her skin. “This is gonna be extremely painful. I just wanna remind you that you don’t have to take this part of the punishment. I won’t be mad if you want to stop here. You’ve been punished sufficiently for your brattiness this week, given what you were dealing with.”
Y/N shook her head. “No, I wanna take it all, everything you planned for me. I deserve it.” Her voice got small. “I threw hot coffee at you.”
Ben scoffed. “Not like you could hurt me with it.”
“That’s not the point.”
Ben sighed. “No, I suppose not.” He stepped back slightly so he had a better angle. “Okay, but this time, I don’t want you to stay quiet. You opened up and told me the truth, so now you’re free to make as much noise as you want. Scream if you want to.” He reached forward to tip her chin up. “Scream about ALL the pain you’re feeling.”
Y/N felt the knot in her stomach tighten. Yes, this was her chance to let it all out.
Ben lifted his arm high, but held back most of his strength as he whipped the cane forward. It hardly made a sound as it connected with the soft flesh of her breasts, but it left an angry red line across the tops of both tits and Y/N cried out loudly.
“One.”
Again the cane swished through the air, landing quietly and drawing another red welt. “Two.” Ben counted as Y/N cried out again. But as she sucked in a breath she caught his eye.
“Please, Sir. I know you’re holding back. Please don’t feel you have to, I can take it.”
Ben shot her a look and her eyes were pleading. “I can take it.” She repeated.
“I know you can, kitten.” He exhaled sharply. “Okay then.”
He raised his arm again and brought the cane down with much more strength and it made a louder snapping sound as it connected with her flesh. Y/N screamed this time and there was an immediate raised white welt across the other two red lines.
“Three.”
Y/N sucked in deep breaths as fire licked across her skin. She saw Ben raise his arm again and started crying before the blow landed. The pain was indescribable, like someone was slicing through her skin with a burning razor.
“Four.”
Every subsequent stroke increased the pain tenfold. By the time Ben delivered the seventh stroke, she was crying so hard she was choking on her sobs. Her skin was criss-crossed with long red, blue, and purple-ish welts and ridged with raised white weals.
“Seven.”
Ben called out and then tossed the cane back onto the table. Y/N was shaking and shivering as he began to untie her wrists. She spoke through shuddery breaths as she shook her head. “Wh-what are y-you doing? I h-h-ave three more.”
Ben didn’t answer until she was completely untied and he had her in his arms. He carried her towards the bathroom. “No, you’re finished, sweetness.” He said softly, when Y/N started to protest, he interrupted her. “Hey, who’s in charge here? Who decides?”
Y/N snuggled further into him, still shaking slightly and taking gulping breaths. “You, sir.” She answered quietly.
Ben took her into the bathroom and laid her down in the massive tub, immediately filling it with warm water, and lavender oil. He stripped off his suit quickly and climbed in behind her so he could pull her back against him. He cupped the warm water and ran it onto her breasts over and over, letting the soft oil and warm water take away the sting and begin to heal her ravaged skin.
Reaching forward, below the surface of the water, Ben began to massage the oily water into the delicate, abused skin of her cunt. After a few minutes he slid one finger into her folds and found her clit. He swirled his finger around the little nub, making Y/N gasp and moan. He brought her orgasm on so slowly, so gently, that when she fell over the edge, she was surprised, and gripped tightly to his hand where it pleasured her.
As she came down, Ben leaned forward and turned her chin so he could kiss her deeply. He made her come three more times as he bathed her, soothing her and filling her with bliss. Then he whispered in her ear.
“I’m so hard for you, baby. Can you take me? If you’re too sore, I’ll just finish myself off later.”
But Y/N shook her head. “No, I’d like to feel you moving inside me.”
Without waiting, Ben lifted her slightly and sank her down onto his cock. Y/N gasped, her cunt was still sore, but she also moaned as he filled her completely. He swirled his fingers against her clit once more, and she came again, just as he groaned out his release.
After their breathing returned to normal, Ben lifted her up and drained the tub before turning on the shower and rinsing them off. Holding her in one arm, he gently cleansed her pussy where his cum leaked out of her.
Finally, he carried her back to their bedroom. He put an extra pillow on her vanity bench and sat her down there so he could dry her briskly before covering her in a thick, plush robe and carrying her to the bed. He fed her fruit and chocolate and made her drink lots of water, as he usually did after a discipline session, but he also made her take two painkillers.
She looked puzzled when he gave them to her. “I don’t usually take pills after punishments.”
“Yeah, well, you took a lot more pain than usual tonight, baby. Just take them, they’ll help.” He told her. She swallowed them without further argument and he tucked her in under the covers. He crawled in behind her, giving her bruised bottom plenty of space.
“Ben?” Y/N asked in a small voice. “Why did you stop?”
He pulled her hair away from her face and kissed across her jaw and then down the side of her neck. “Because,” he spoke against her skin, “you didn’t deserve the cane to begin with. And letting pain cleanse you is one thing, but you’d gone past that. You wanted to hurt because your father made you think you SHOULD hurt. Trust me, I know what it looks like when someone is sabotaging themselves because of pain their fathers left behind.”
Y/N looked over her shoulder at him. “What did your father do?”
Ben laughed without humor. “Oh, that’s too long of a story for tonight, sweetness.” Y/N opened her mouth, but Ben just kissed her. “Another time.” He promised as he broke the kiss. “For now kitten, sleep. And sleep well.”
Y/N sighed, contentment washing over her as Ben held her tighter. “Yes, sir. I will.” Her voice was slightly shy. “Because of you. Thank you, Ben.”
Ben hummed and took her hand in his, smiling. “Anytime. My perfect, good girl.”
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Caring BF x Trans masc reader
Wanted some good book bf x trans masc reader but couldn't find any, so i'm writing my own.
small TW for talk about transphobia.
comfort
As i walk in from a long day of being misgendered and having bigoted words thrown my way, i drop my bags on the floor carelessly. i make my way straight to my bed and flop down on it, not having enough care to even change out of my day cloths. i just lay on my bed and lay there. eventually i hear the door open, assuming it must have been Greyson coming in. i had completely forgotten that he was coming over today. not that it was uncommon; he was comes over almost every day, he practically lives here at this point. I hear some shifting at the door for a moment before he makes his way into my room.
"Darling" he says with a question at the doorway.
i give a muffled hum in response.
"are you ok, darling?"
i groan in response again, still being muffled from the bed my face was currently berried in.
"Long day?"
i groan again, this time with some extra dramatic sobs with it.
i hear him as he walks over to the bed and sits next to me, putting his hand on my head and gently petting my short fluffy green hair.
he asks me if i needed anything, and i pause to think a moment before i respond.
"cuddles?"
"ofcorse love."
with that, i drag myself up off my bed and curl up to him. he raps his arms around me and pulls me onto his lap. As i sit, facing towards him on his lap, i nuzzle my head into the crook of his solder and let out a deep, tired sigh.
"talk to me, darling" he says softly as he pets my hair gently still.
i start to tell him about my whole day, about running late this morning, being called ma'am as i walked in, about being called "mis" at the gas station, about the white trash group of guys calling me every slur and unoriginal comment ever to exist. as i talk, i start to get of topic about how i hate being trans and just wish i could have been born a boy, about how i hate being misgendered and about how transphobia exists. as i get more and more of topic, i start to rush my words and fidget with my hoodie strings. tears start in my eyes.
" hey, hey, calm down darling" Grayson says as he wipes the tears from my eyes. he rests his hand on my cheek, rubbing his thumb back and forth on my left cheek comfortingly.
"i don't wanna feel like this anymore, Gray" i say through choked tears. i hadn't realized how much of a toll this one day has had on me till this point. Greyson's face was filled with empathy and worry, but also full of care. his narrow brown eyes show more care than any combination of words from anyone could ever show.
"darling.." he starts, thinking about his words carefully.
"I know it's hard baby, and it's not fare what you have to go through. but you're always so strong as you get through each and every day with your head held high like a proud stallion winning a race. it's tough what you go through, but you're tougher. and i'll always be proud of you." he always gives some long winded speech when ever he needs to comfort me, but i can't say it doesn't work.
"how about w go make you some tacos and we can watch a movie together, would that help?" he knows tacos will always help anything.
i nod eagerly and wipe away my remaining tears.
"ok darling." and with that, he picks me up and takes me to the kitchen.
we make tacos together, and went back to the bedroom and turn on the TV, turning on a funny movie we can both enjoy together. eventually we went back to grab some ice cream after we finished the tacos.
we fell asleep that night, comfortably and warmly in each others arms.
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Let me know if you think i should do more like these, or if you have any suggestions, thanks for reading!
word count; 673
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When Reality is Worse than the Lies they told Me
Summary: The Boys have come to hide out with you
Pairing: Solder Boy x Reader
Word Count: 1609
*Do not read if you find anything offensive-triggering about/on/from The Boys series
Warnings: cursing, verbal arguments, loads of marajuna, cursing, sexist Supe, more cursing, physical altercations, knife wielding, still cursing, outdated slang, toxic male attitudes, lots of cursing, reader has a secret, Soldier Boy thinking he’s the man
Part I Part II Part III
*additional tags to be added in next parts
Square Filled: @howbadcanitbebingo -OOC to the max
A/N: I’m using season 3 as a template for this so it will contain spoilers from the series mixed with original ideas
A/N II: this was originally a one shot but have so many notes/ideas jotted down it’ll now be multi-part, just not sure how many
*gif credit to creator
2:54 AM
There is a surreal picture happening in front of you.
Three duffel bags, a brass colored, eagle emblemed shield are sitting on the floor, Hughie and Butcher are arguing about something as Soldier Boy is casually leaning against a door-jam lighting up a ginormous joint.
“Butcher, please explain why a fucking dead man is standing in my living room smoking Sasquatch's doobie and does you being here have anything to do with that shitshow in Vermont?”
“Yeah, sorry about this love,” Butcher says, “our little trip turned into a cock up in a tin hat and was hoping you’re in a position to help us out..”
“This is bullshit!” The Supe interrupted, “there’s got to be better places than this,” pointedly waves the joint, “middle of bumfuck nowhere..” he continues ranting and you detect something new laced through his deep voice that wasn’t there before.
“Oi, tosser, show the lady some respect. If you'd kept your prick in your pants instead of the help, Legend wouldn't have given us the boot.”
“Wow..talk about recycling.”
Soldier Boy sneers at your comment.
“Look Granny Fucker, I still don’t give two shits about your tiff with Payback but you best remember..I gave your radioactive arse Crimsom Countess and TNT Twins on a fucking platter and how’d you repay it? By loosing your shit and blowing up fucking Herogasm! So if I say we’re laying low for a bit longer..”
Butcher continues running his mouth then does the universal dumbass maneuver men can’t stop themselves from doing..getting right up in the Supes grill. You knew this had to be stopped before the Supe lost his shit and destroyed your home too.
“Godfuckingdammit you dillholes knock the macho man bullshit off!”
Soldier Boy's eyes are suddenly locked on you, darkening into a fierce viridian color as a rage bubbles up that wasn’t there seconds ago, making Butcher step back holding up his hands when Hughie suddenly disappears.
You felt a continuous current skittering over your skin as if the oxygen is being drawn out of the room when it dawns on you; you’re perceiving his new abilities from the decades of torturous experimentations done by the Russians when something behind you snapped his concentration.
Unsheathing the blade you always kept on your person whip around when Butcher grabs your wrist..how the fuck did he just stop your death blow to..Hughie?
A very naked, guilty looking Hughie quickly covers his junk.
“Kitchen Now!!!”
Slamming the pocket doors dividing the rooms shut does nothing to muffle your yelling.
“Fucking hell Butcher, you dumbfucks are shooting Temp V! How is it possible you motherfucking cunts have gotten even more stupid and for what..to get Homelander? You’d risk permanently fucking yourself up with that untested shit and take Hughie down too? I don’t know where to..and Soldier Boy..you’ve gone off the rails with that one. Goddamn it..you better start thinking with that lump three feet above your ass ‘cause this path..it’s gonna get us all dead you arrogant sonuvabitch!”
“If you’re done running that fucking mouth I can explain..”
Hughie quickly redressed and pressed his ear against the door trying to hear the now subdued conversation while Soldier Boy made himself comfortable kicking back in the oversized recliner.
“Take a load off kid, they’re gonna be at it awhile. So, how do you know?” He gestures toward the doors.
“Y/N..she was one of the original members Mallory recruited.”
“Hmm, gotta hand it to Captain Lesbos, she sure knew how’ta pick’em.” He lights up another joint, “that one there, grade A choice piece of ass.”
Hughie gaped at him, “what? You can’t tell me you haven’t rubbed one out fantasizing about that sweet pussy.”
“My god, you really need to get up to speed on how women are treated today because that attitude..”
“Fuck, you guys nowadays, really have lost your balls,” the Supe took a long drag, “don’t sweat it kid, stick with me and you’ll grow them back. Look at Butcher, he’s old school so he’ll set her straight.”
“What the hell does that mean-set her straight?”
“In my day when a woman got her feathers ruffled, you had to pacify them.”
“Pacify them?”
“You know..soothe the waters by using a bit of flattery, sweet talk them if you need to, remind them they needn't to worry their pretty heads about anything but looking good for you. And if that didn’t work, get a bit rough, remind them what a man’s for.”
Hughie’s eyebrows shot up, “holy mother of god, you really are a chauvinistic dinosaur,” he’s remarking as the doors reopened, “better than being a pussyboy,” the Supe shot back.
Butcher enters with a cat that ate the cream expression, “told ya,” the Supe crowed.
You shot the Supe a dirty look, “While you’re staying here, there’s a few ground rules: do not enter any room that’s locked. Also, I’m not a maid so clean up after yourselves and at mealtimes, y'all help out or do without.”
As you continue Butcher grabs his duffel and tossed Hughie his, “you guys have the second floor, pick whatever room you want. Oh, and don’t touch any of the decor, just assume it’s lethal because most of it is.”
“And Hughie, next time you jump around me, you’d better have figured out how to keep your pants on or,” pointedly peering down at his crotch, “Annie’s gonna be referring to you as her ex-girlfriend.”
Hughie’s blanching made Butcher bark out a laugh, pushing him towards the stairs, “no worries love, he’ll mind his P’s, Q’s and knickers.”
Once they're out of earshot you turn to face the Supe who’s haunted your memories for decades and who’s now made himself quite comfortable in your favorite chair.
“You awaiting an engraved invitation, your hindass.”
“That’s quite a mouth you’ve got on you.”
“Been told I'm a talented..”
“Oralator?”
“Let’s get a few things straight jag off. I overheard what you said and those antiquated beliefs of yours don’t rattle me, I’m no shrinking violet.”
It’s taken a chance but you place your hands on the chair arms leaning towards him, “I won’t tolerate any of your bullshit. Man, the stuff I’ve heard about what you did to your teammates when you thought they were gonna upstage..”
You didn’t finish because your breath is momentarily interrupted from hitting the wall across the room felt him vibrating with anger and his knife against your jugular.
“SHUT UP YOU STUPID MOTHERFUCKING BITCH ASS CUNT!”
“BLOW IT OUT YOUR BARRACKS BAG!”
“Oi..do we have a problem?”
Butchers standing halfway down the stairs glowering over the rail at the knife wielding Supe so you plaster on your sweetest, fake ass smile, “no problem, just a misunderstanding we’re getting sorted..right?”
The Supe resheathed his knife, “yeah..we’re good.”
It’s easy to see Butcher doesn’t believe either of you but doesn’t push it goes back upstairs then the Supe slapped both his hands flat on the wall by your shoulders boxing you between them.
The fierceness in Soldier Boys eyes is dissipating, he’s now unabashedly checking out your body, biting on his bottom lip.
These switches in demeanor are given you whiplash.
“Nobody’s said that to me since WWII. Makes me curious,” his voice becoming gentler as he slowly lowered his head, “where’d a foxy thing like you pick up that slang?”
Popping the top buttons off your sleep shirt he slips the loosened material over a shoulder buries his face into the curve of your neck inhaling your scent. His breath shifts, coming out in warm puffs on your skin, “why do you smell so fucking good?”
His beard is softer than you would’ve imagined as it brushes over your skin as his full lips glide over your neck, “getting me all worked up here baby,” rolls his hardening length against your thigh.
The rush of arousal coursing through you is interrupted by a deep, almost cramp like sensation that snaps you out of your hormone laden stuper.
You place both hands against his Kevlar, “okay big boy, need to shift it back into neutral.”
He pulls back genuinely baffled, “just because you know how to flip a girl's switch doesn’t mean she’s ready to drop her knickers.”
The heat in his eyes blew out and his expression turned sour.
“Cocktease.”
You grip the Kevlar chest piece and spun him into the storage door under the stairs splintering it.
“While you’re a guest in my home, I expect to be treated with decency and respect.”
Taking a calculated risk, you release the still shocked Supe but don't put any distance between you.
“There’s a difference between being a man, I’m not talking about what’s being sold today, but a genuine one, who’s not only strong but earns and reciprocates the respect of others.”
Soldier Boy opens his mouth to shoot out one of his retorts when you can’t suppress the flinch of pain crossing your features stops him short and, once again, shifts gears, a concerned look crosses his perfect features as he sniffs the air confused, “are you alright?”
“Being woken up before the butt crack of dawn never agrees with me,” you smart off, hoping he’ll buy the ruse. “Well, this has been stimulating but I need my beauty sleep.”
You turn heading for your room at the back of the house feeling his eyes watching you, trying to suss out what just happened between you two.
Pausing at your bedroom door, turn to look back at him.
“You’re not the lost cause they think you are Ben.”
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Not Alone
Echo x Mechanic!Reader
A/N: Nervous laughter. Sobbing.
Warnings: 18+, making out, angst, sad, character death aftermath, secrets relationship, the boys being the best.
Prompts: 501st, Echo, Mechanic, Angst (unhappy ending), Secret relationship, Include the last text you sent. (If you can spot the text I’ll give you a gold star.)
Word Count: 2.7k+
Thanks to @techs-feral-wife for having a nosey for me and @wizardofrozz for rolling these.
“Osik!” You should have been wearing your gloves to protect from shocks and they would have prevented the slight burning you now felt at the tips of your fingers. “Have you tried restarting the network settings?” You asked the astromech. R2 let out a low whistle but he was interrupted by someone entering via the ramp at the back.
“Don’t let Rex hear you talk like that.” You smiled to yourself as you wound some wires together and then held them out for R2-D2 to solder together.
“Oh, yeah?” You challenged. “He wouldn’t approve?” The blue light finished sparking before your eyes and you pressed the wires carefully back into the body of the B1 droid you were reprogramming.
“No, he would not.” With a sigh you eased your helmet off and locked eyes with and RC Trooper. You took a moment to admire his physique, the way the pauldrons really accented the broadness of his shoulders, the flare the kama gave his hips and you felt your heart kick up at the intimidating sight. His gaze was as golden as pools of honey, streaked with brown and a faint dash of green that you enjoyed studying in the few moments of alone time you actually got.
“Do you approve?” You asked, your tone dropping slightly. The clone approached, his helmet resting easily under his arm, cocked against his side as he came to a stop right before you. You had no choice but to tilt your head right back, keeping your gaze magnetised to his, unable to move from your position straddling the back of the B1 droid you’d been working on. His free hand twitched and your gaze dropped to the blue hand print on his chest.
“R2, I think General Skywalker would like you to go over the plan one more time.” The droid beeped indignantly that you were suggesting he hadn’t memorised the plan for storming the Citadel but you didn’t have anything else in your verbal arsenal. “I know that,” you told the droid, keeping your tone breezy. “Maybe it was General Kenobi instead. You should probably find out then we can finish with these droids.” R2 made a rude noise as he wheeled away but you’d already forgotten about upsetting him.
Echo lifted his hand as soon the astromech was down the ramp, using his gloved thumb to trace your lips. Your breath hitched when his gaze went from affectionate to heated within seconds. His hand tentatively dipped to cup your chin, his fingers digging in and urging you to your feet. No sooner had you stood, he was pushing you backwards making you step over the droids and slamming you against the wall of the shuttle before his lips fell on you.
Your bodies pressed together, having no choice but to melt against his ARC armour as he crowded you against the wall. You heard the thud of his helmet, his hands coming up to grab your face as his lips ravished yours with a desperate message he was trying to silently convey.
He stole your breath. He created a dull roar in your ears as your heart thumped relentlessly behind your rips, beating with his as it raced under his armour. Echo kissed you like he was a drowning man and you were the only thing keeping him alive.
The pair of you had been in a secret relationship for a few months now, stealing kisses and whispers in the dark at every opportunity. You often wondered if Fives knew about what was going on, no doubt he wondered where Echo got to occasionally or why his Domino Twin was extra tired. You wondered, but you never asked and Echo never said.
Right now, you didn’t care. Your hands snaked up to run through the short, tough strands of his hair as his hand dropped, hooking under your thigh and hitching your leg as high as he could. You moaned into his mouth, licking as deeply as he did and feeding a moan into his mouth that he gifted back. He broke the kiss, resting his forehead heavily against you as he tried to relax his ragged breathing.
“I miss you,” he breathed, the words caressing your cheeks as you smiled at him. Studying the freckles on his face and stroking the faint stubble that was coming up on his cheeks.
“When you come back, maybe we can take some time?” You suggested hopefully. You felt his hesitation, seeing the frown that dipped between his brows and you made him look up and into your eyes. “I know you can’t promise anything, Echo. I know that, but it’s something we can try and hold onto.” Tears began to wet your lashes and he cupped your cheek, gently swiping his thumb under your eye to catch a stray tear that fell.
“I want to do that, with you,” he rumbled softly.
“I know,” you whispered, smiling sadly. You leaned towards him, brushing your nose against his, feeling the way he breathed against your skin. The ache inside your chest widened and you pressed a kiss to his waiting lips in the hope he could banish it from you. But no matter how much of each other you breathed in, nothing could stop the darkness that loomed.
You broke apart when his com went off and he dropped your leg with a sigh, finally stepping away to answer it.
Resting against the hull wall you huffed, rubbing your face and forcing yourself to carry this heaviness like it wasn’t crushing you. Usually you were fine before he left for a mission but this time, you just had a bad feeling that would not leave.
“We’ve all been summoned to the briefing room,” he informed you, the telltale pout pulling at his mouth and he looked at the floor like it had offended him.
“You have to go,” you whispered, using the heel of your hand to dab at your cheeks.
“Yes.” His gaze rose to meet with your watery one, all the emotions he was feeling clouding his features and it made your heart throb painfully.
The moment hung suspended between you. An awareness of how difficult this was for you both but neither of you could really talk about it. Without words you gravitated towards one another, colliding roughly in your urgency to feel each other again. Your hands now cupped his face, grabbing him and pulling him to your level for a desperate kiss as he wrapped his arms around your waist. His armour dug in through your overalls but you didn’t care. You wanted his touch imprinted over your body, you wanted his scent tattooed on your skin.
You couldn’t help the tears bleeding from your eyes, hating that your body was betraying you at this moment and it couldn’t have just waited. He took the time to wipe your cheeks, a soft smile on his face as he gazed lovingly at you. “I know we never said…” his voice fractured and you nearly broke on the spot.
“It’s ok,” you whispered. “I feel it too.” His honey rich gaze searched your own, sucking his bottom lip briefly between his teeth as he inhaled sharply.
“When I come back…I’ll say it.” You smiled, trying to ignore the more tears that filled your vision as your insides quivered with love and sadness.
“When you come back,” you repeated. “I’ll hold you to that.”
“I’m expecting you to, kair’ta.” You closed your eyes, feeling him slip silently away and suddenly your hands were empty. Your body was cold and he left you standing alone in the shuttle you had been tasked with maintaining for their mission. It took a moment before you could move again, hating the way the taste of him diminished and the scent of him faded. Lifting a shaky hand to your lips you stared at the empty hatch, wishing briefly he’d come back one more time.
A few angry beeps alerted you to R2’s return and you scoffed at his scolding. “I’m sorry R2, I must have got my wires crossed.” Picking up the panel you replaced it back on the droid and sealed it into place. “Shall we see if these boys work?”
Waiting was the worst part. Even walking the length of the flight deck and back wasn’t enough to stop the thoughts that crowded in your mind. Most of your team left you alone, they knew you cared for the clones and always worried about their safe return, they just didn’t know how far it went.
Forcing yourself to sit on a crate of spare parts you stared at the stars through the blue of the shield. You weren’t privy to any com chatter down here and honestly you weren’t sure if you wanted to listen anyway. It was probably radio silence from the Citadel or they risked detection anyway.
Oh gods…why was this so difficult? You felt the urge to pull on your hair, chew the skin on your side of fingers, every movement made your overalls rub and it aggravated you. They had been down there for hours, it felt like hours.
Oh Echo, Echo please come back to me. Folding into yourself, you covered your face and took a shaky breath.
The ship shuddered around you, the durasteel groaning and you looked up to see ships passing the dorsal doors. You instantly recognised them as Separatist. So they’d been discovered. Your mouth twisted grimly and you joined the group on the deck also watching, as it all unfolded before you.
There was nothing you could do. Nothing, except watch the sacrifices being made to try and extract the group from the hostile planet and leave with as much intact as they could.
No one spoke. Aside from the noises of the ship a silent sense of anticipation reigned on the flight deck, a tension where you readied yourselves before exploding into action when needed. Some medics had come down from the medbay and you clocked their bags of equipment at their feet. No gurneys though, that was a good sign.
Could you…could you dare to hope that this bad feeling you carried would be banished as soon as Echo got off that shuttle? You let yourself get swept up in the daydream of him coming towards you and hauling you into his embrace. Of course, it would never happen like that, but you could dream.
“Ships incoming!” You began to direct the team, requesting extinguishers and beckoning the med team closer but not too close. You looked around one last time to make sure there was room only to see a Larty guided by some Actis and an Aethersprite. No sign of your shuttle and you couldn’t ignore the jolt in your stomach. It meant something had gone wrong.
Upon seeing the ships were intact you let the medics in first, approaching the doors as they opened on the gunship. The first to disembark were the Jedi, you knew them by sight but that was all. And all your attention was on the clones anyway.
Fives was the first one you recognised, your heart jumping and you smiled, because if Fives was here Echo wouldn’t be far behind. You carried on looking. And looking. And looking.
Fives stood on the edge of the group, shaking off a medic and standing with his head bowed. Captain Rex approached him, his helmet tucked under his arm in much the same way Echo had held his earlier. You watched Rex put a hand on Fives pauldron, his expression marked with sorrow as he murmured to the ARC and you shook your head.
No. No…Echo had to be here. You must have just missed him in the crush. So you searched for the blue handprint, the wide shoulders, the flutter of his kama…you searched for it all and still you weren’t seeing him.
The Jedi moved away, ignoring the way General Skywalker’s gaze lingered on your frozen form as he walked past. You barely responded to questions from your team not able to think above the internal scream that was growing louder with each passing second.
Turning on your heel you disappeared into the darkness of the flight deck, hiding behind some crates as your hand clutched at your overalls. Pain radiated from the centre of your chest, leaching out into your body as you gasped desperately against the hurt. This wasn’t happening! He told you he was coming back! He said…he said.
You moaned softly, a noise of pure aching loss and you fell heavily to your knees. Tears spilled unchecked down your face and it hit you how alone you were. You couldn’t talk to anyone about this, you couldn’t show the depth of your grief because you shouldn’t be feeling it this keenly. You weren’t supposed to be in love with him.
And now Echo was…slamming your fists into the flight deck you pounded until the sides of your hands were numb. A scream threatening to rip from your chest like a living beast, pressure built behind your eyes and you could feel the grief clawing it’s way up your throat.
“Hey! Hey!” Echo! He sounded so much like Echo and right now, you were desperate for it. But it wasn’t Echo, you knew that. “You’ll break your hand.” Fives grabbed your wrists, kneeling before you, his own skin wet with tears as he pulled you up.
“Fives…” you breathed between sobs.
“I know. I know and I’m sorry.” He pulled you against him, holding you upright as you went limp in his embrace. Feeling his body shake with the pain that he felt as keenly as you. Your face contorted, still trying to hold it all in and failing. “I tried to stop him, I tried.” If Echo thought he was doing something right, not even the stars themselves could have stopped him.
“D-do you…” clearing your throat you tried to speak but the emotion that clogged your throat made it difficult. “Do you have a piece of his armour?” Fives pulled away, sitting back on his heels and putting his hands on your shoulders. Wiping your face you watched his face, already knowing the answer from the way he briefly closed his eyes as he contemplated on how to tell you. “There was nothing left?” You whispered. “Oh god.”
You shattered.
Not caring if you were heard as you mourned in the dark. Fives held you together as best he could while he fractured with his own pain. He had only learned about you in the last few hours. Echo made him promise to look after you if anything happened to him on their private com channel. And he had, he’d promised Echo without hesitation, thinking he was going to tease his brother so badly when they got back for having a secret relationship.
But now he had someone to hold together, to try and pick up the shattered pieces of your heart because Echo wasn’t here and he couldn’t help but blame himself. Tucking his face into your neck he closed his eyes and gave into his shuddering sobs.
Rex stood a little way away, making sure no one came near those crates. He refused to give details, turning everyone away until he saw Anakin approaching.
“Shouldn’t you be in the medbay, General?”
“Have you been checked?” Anakin bit back and Rex straightened his posture. He couldn’t deny the General if he ordered him away even if he wanted to with every fibre in his being. Rex’s eyes widened with surprise when Skywalker came to a stop beside him, standing to attention at his Captain’s side without a word and Rex relaxed.
Anakin gazed out at the lights of hyperspace and how they flickered through the flight deck. “Nice view,” he commented softly.
“Yes, sir. Good place to stand,” Rex agreed. His thoughts wandered back to Echo and he felt the stab of sorrow lance in his chest. He’d only just found about you, from the moment Fives followed you he knew. He had clocked Echo’s behaviour recently but kept it to himself incase he was mistaken. Now he was desolate that Echo had left you behind, but at least you weren’t alone.
You’d never be alone.
For Echo.
#echo x reader#echo x you#arc echo#arc trooper#clone wars echo#arc fives#captain rex#anakin skywalker#501st#prompts
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Viktor taking you to meet his parents in the undercity headcanons?
Viktor x Reader (SFW)
-It takes a while for Viktor to bring up the idea of meeting his parents.
-The two of you are busy people, and Viktor isn’t the most patient when it comes to social interactions - it had taken a long time to simply become friends with him, and a good year after that to move to officially dating.
-On top of that, you’re both comfortable taking things slow and going at your own pace. You don’t see the need to rush into milestones just because someone else thinks you should - you both know that you’ll get there eventually.
-But once he meets your parents -completely by accident, mind you- you start getting curious about his life prior to the Academy.
-So you ask questions; what was it like where he grew up? Did he have people who looked out for him? Was he loved? Were his parents even still alive?
-He diligently answers all of your inquiries, even though he’s curious as to why you’re suddenly so interested in his past.
- “I just realized I know so little about your life before we met,” you tell him, honestly. “I know who you are now, but I dunno. I also want to know about who you were as a little boy. I bet you were adorable.”
-The tips of his ears turn pink at your statement, and you gently drown him in compliments until his entire face is a lovely shade of rose.
-But the thought has been planted in his mind, now, and he mulls over it for a couple of weeks. You’ve been together for nearly two years by then, and he’s undoubtedly told his family about you in the letters he sends them.
-He’s serious about you, and he’s comfortable bringing the people he loves together - he doesn’t know why he’s so nervous.
-You know that he’s from the Undercity, and you know what it’s like there; more than that, he knows that you’ve never judged him for where he comes from, and that you’ve never thought less of him. So why is he nervous?
-His parents have expressed an interest in meeting you, and vice versa. So why is he nervous?
-He puzzles over it for so long, thoughts coiling around in his head until you’re certain you can see smoke coming out of his ears.
-You finally ask him about it when he’s so distracted from his work that he burns his finger with a soldering pen. It takes a couple of tries, and a lot of prodding, but eventually he lets you know what’s on his mind - the unknown source of his anxiety that’s been plaguing his mind for weeks.
-You pull a chair up beside him so you can comfortably lean against his shoulder, and press little kisses to his cheek and jaw.
- “I think I get it,” you say softly, taking his hand in yours. “When we ran into my parents that one time, I almost threw up - they’d been hounding me about bringing you to dinner for so long, and I knew they’d love you, but I was still terrified. I think it’s pretty normal.”
-He relaxes a little bit after that, and though he still doesn’t know where his worry is stemming from, it helps to know that you’ve felt the same way in the past. And logically, he knows that you’re going to get along well with his parents - you’re all creative people, driven by the desire to make things, and learn, and help people.
-Eventually, he’s able to pull together some dinner plans with the help of his mother, with dates that work for everyone. Just a simple meal with a couple of people, on a quiet evening…
-Viktor remains a ball of nerves until you’re arriving at his parents’ doorstep. You coo over some of the little details of the run-down home, asking him about the little trinkets on the windowsill, wondering if he made them as a child.
-And then the door swings open, and a woman you assume to be his mother bustles out to meet you. She’s slender, and she looks as tired as Viktor does, but the most notable thing about her is the way her eyes shine amber - the same colour as your most beloved’s.
-And most unexpected of all, as soon as she finishes smothering Viktor in affection, she turns to you and does the same; kissing both your cheeks and drawing you into a warm hug.
-And then she ushers you into the small home, talking animatedly in your boyfriends’ native language. You’re only able to catch a few words, with how fast she’s speaking, but Viktor is smiling, and bites back a laugh every now and again.
-You meet his father further into the house, in a small kitchen that smells absolutely divine. The first thing you notice about him is that he’s a little taller than Viktor, and perhaps a little wider too. His hair might have also once been the same handsome chestnut as his son’s, but is now peppered significantly with grey.
-Viktor speaks softly in his own language, and the man freezes where he stands at the stove. He turns slowly, so slowly, and his expression is so unreadable it seems almost harsh - an expression you’ve seen countless times on your boyfriend.
-But then, all at once, he relaxes and his face warms into a lopsided smile. He opens his arms wide and beckons Viktor in, squishing him in a tight hug while pressing a kiss to the top of his head.
-Unsurprisingly, he then does the same to you.
-The dinner goes well after that; Viktor’s mother does her best to speak a language you can understand, and you’re unbothered when Viktor or his father end up having to translate. You only know the basics of his native tongue, so you’re well aware how difficult it is to learn an entire language.
-The stew is wonderful, quite possibly the best thing you’ve ever tasted, and you’re not shy about letting anyone know. Eventually you start bonding over your interests in building, and then over the many cute and slightly embarrassing things Viktor has done over the years.
-You even get to see a couple of baby pictures, which makes you coo and Viktor turn red.
-And when you leave later that evening, it’s with plans to return in a couple of weeks for another dinner.
#viktor x reader#viktor arcane x reader#arcane x reader#he just needs to be loved a whole lot#i know his canon family probably isnt so great but#just let us give him some love okay#he deserves love#viktor headcanons
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Signed P2
Media The Maze Runner
Character Newt
Couple Newt X Reader
Rating DARk + CUte
Warning SA + ABUSE / VIOLENCE
I shifted a little and began to stir in my hammock a little. I already knew I was wide awake but I wanted to cling to this sweetness for as long as I could. I opened my eyes and saw the gentle grey of the day, that strange grey colour from where morning had come as light flooded the glade grass but the sun had not yet peaked over the walls. The fires all burning out soldering and smoking, the sound of twigs and crickets over the boys snoring. I looked down to the most beautiful of sights, I laid on my back on my hammock in my vest and my shorts, and my shoes kicked off before bed, around me were Y/n's sweet arms as they enveloped my torso protectively, she wore my hoodie that hits her thighs and her panties her shoes kicked off too. Her Y/H/C hair was up in a messy bun strands falling in her face, her eyes closed and her lips parted as every so often she let out adorable sleepy little wheezes. My arms had been around her all night keeping her safe and close.
I did my best to keep still and just enjoy the moment but she stirred a little on me her head nuzzling into my cheat before she shifted sitting her chin on my sternum and her sweet Y/e/C eyes fluttered open.
I smiled at his beautiful she is, I blew her a kiss and she blew me one back.
She giggled a little and signed to me
“Good morning newt”
“Good morning Y/n”
“How did you sleep?”
“Perfect, I got to cuddle with you all night”
She smiled, “is it that cosy?”
“Always” I sighed with a smile “How did you sleep?”
“Very well, shall we get up for breakfast?”
“Five minutes?”
She nodded and closed the gap between our lips, I happily kissed her back stroking my hands up and down her back as our slow gentle kisses became more passioY/ne and it wasn't long before we were just laid in the cradle of the hammock making out.
“Get a room!” Minho complained ashe jogged past,
“Slim it min!” I yelled back
He laughed at us as he ran and Y/n sighed at him “Hey! I know what that means girlyglader!”
She squealed and hid herself in my arms so I wrapped them around her tight to protect her and kissed her little head as he ran off leaving us alone again,
"Love you," she signed,
"Love you too," I signed back
After a while, we did get up and we headed to the kitchens hand in hand as usual even if she was refusing to give up my hoodie.
“Morning” I smiled to fry,
“Morning,” he nodded, “hold up. I wanna see if my practice has been paying off” he smiled before he faced Y/n fully and slowly signed to her as she had been practising still speaking out loud so she could lipread and I could hear him make sure he wasn't messing up, “morning Y/n how did you snooze?” He sighed
“Sleep, not snooze” I corrected showing him the sign,
“Ah- sleep sorry” he sighed
She smiled so widely so happy she could actually talk with people now “Very well, thank you fry. Newt is a good pillow”
"ughh what did she say?" Fry looked at me,
"she said thanks," I smiled, "And that I'm a good pillow," I chuckled kissing her,
"what's for breakfast fry?" She signed,
He struggled a little but did his best for her, "Hashbrown and bacon,"
She looked confused and looked at me so I signed it for her,
"Hashbrowns and bacon, your fave Y/n."
She smiled and clapped her hands with an excited giggle,
We got our breakfast and went and sat under our usual tree signing as we ate,
"Should be nice weather today,"
"I think so, very warm,"
"Not too hot though like last night,"
"Last night was far too hot,"
"I didn't mind, so long as it's still cool enough for you to want to cuddle with me, Y/n,"
"I always want to cuddle with you,"
"I know you do, but aren't you too hot in my hoodie?"
"Cosy is worth the hot,"
I chuckled, "If you say so, Y/n," I signed, "I just don't want you to get too hot love,"
"I'll be fine, I'll just have to have extra strawberries to make up for it,"
I rolled my eyes, "That's not an excuse for extra strawberries Y/n,"
she didn't answer just ate her bacon avoiding my eyes,
"Hey!" I signed more aggressively, "Do not ignore me just cause you don't agree with me," I laughed,
"Can't hear you," she signed,
I laughed and kissed her lips, "Don't be cheeky,"
"You love when I'm cheeky,"
"No, I just love you all the time. Come on finish up and we'll get on with some gardening,"
"And strawberries?" she gave me her sweet pleading Y/e/C eyes,
"yes, strawberries,"
I finished up my gardening work for the day so I returned my tools to the shed with Zart and grabbed my pad to make the list up for the box, of course, went by Y/n and kissed her on the lips which she happily returned,
"bye-bye,"
"bye-bye,"
I headed off and got on with my list, everyone was busy in preparation for the box to come up today as everything was dangerously low. I made up some notes counting supplies in the slicers when I spotted something out of the corner of my eye, My hoodie.
I smiled and turned towards the deadheads, aww she must have come to see me on her break, she is so sweet. But the moment my eyes met her I knew something was wrong.
She was limping, her legs bruised, her shorts gone, her hands clamped on the hem of my hoodie to cover her, the hoodie all she had, her Y/H/C hair dirty and pulled out her bun, her sweet face... her pale skin stained with tears, her Y/e/C eyes flooded by them, she cried silently as she hobbled over.
"Y/n!" I yelled dropping everything to rush over and take her in my arms, she was trembling, and frightened, I didn't ask what happened at first I just held her, checked her over for all her little scrapes and bruises, giving her a million kisses to soothe her and make her feel safe and protected in my arms, as I checked her over I got more and more worried, I thought she had just taken a tumble in the gardens but her injuries where worse than that. I gently took her jaw in my hand and pulled her up to see my eyes, I was shaking now too as I signed and mouthed to ensure she understood me, "Y/n... did someone hurt you?"
She nodded but her hands could only sign the same thing over and over as if it was all her mind could make, "Please no, Help me,"
I took her hands in mine protectively and kissed them all over tears welling up in my eyes, I checked we were alone and slowly I moved my hand up her thigh which made her cry more intensely but I whispered against her skin, "It's me. It's me. It's just me." I muttered, making her feel my lips forming the words against her skin, I lifted the hoodie and saw her panties had been ripped off her too. Rage boiled inside me and I signed as fast as I could, "Who did this?"
She didn't answer she just whined and cried as she held my chest, I wrapped my arms around her one on her back to soothe her and the other in her hair giving the top of her head little kisses making sure she felt safe and protected.
"Who. Did. This. To. You." I signed,
She didn't answer, instead, she pointed. She pointed her arm and fingers trembling as she pointed towards the deadheads where a boy emerged, he was new only came up last month and named Tyler.
I nodded and kissed her once more,
I gave her a good squeeze and took her back to the hammock to get her some fresh clothes once she was there I tucked her into the hammock with another kiss letting her get some much needed rest,
"I love you so so much," I signed to her,
She still trembled but she just about managed "I love you too,"
"Bye-bye," I signed,
"Bye-bye," she signed back,
"I'll be back soon, and I'll bring you lots of strawberries," I told her kissing her again before I turned and marched into the glade in pure rage,
Minho saw me and seemed confused as he was running back from the maze,
"Ughhh what's happening?" He asked,
"I'm gonna kill him," I muttered,
"wha-" he tried to come after me but I found Tyler having his lunch so I slapped the ever-loving shit out of him knocking him off the table and onto his ass,
"Ahhhh! shuck! what the hell newt!" He complained,
I didn't say a word I was too full of boiling anger, I kicked him forcing him on his back, and my vision became a tunnel to see him and only him, to think of all he had done to her, I was a silent violent menace as I sat top of him and punched him over and over and over and over,
"NEWT!" Minho forced me off him,
And I saw what I had done, Tyler lay on the grass bloody, likely with a broken nose and maybe worse, coughing up blood, a crowd had formed around us other gladers who were called over by his screams, and blood covered my hands, vest, hair and face. I had been relentless... a ... a monster... I lost all track of everything and just lost it on him. I felt awful for a second, but only a second as I knew he deserved it for what he did to her and I lunged at him to attack again but Minho held me back.
"What the shuck is going on you shanks!" Alby yelled as he arrived he was shocked to see me, "Newt? Your second in command you're better than this what's going on?"
"Y/n..." I said her name coming out my lips like a growl,
"What about her..." He asked,
"it was just harmless fun," Tyler spoke up and it took Minho and Ben to hold me back from losing it on him again,
"Never harm another glader we all know these rules," Alby said,
"He's harmed alright." I nodded,
"And you just harmed him back-"
"No... No I didn't." I answered, "There is so much I could do to this piece of klunk!"
"What. Happened." Alby demanded,
"Tell him." I demanded, "Tell him what you did to her you SHANK!"
"It was nothing..." Tyler answered drying some blood,
"What did you do?" Alby asked,
"Me and Y/n just had a little fun, he got jealous," He smirked at me,
"FUN! YOU ARE A BASTARD!" I screamed breaking free and punching him across the face but Alby forced me away, "You raped her! You are cruel! Selfish! and an abuser!"
"Is this true?" Alby demanded,
"It was fun-"
"You LIAR!"
"Where is Y/n?"
"In our hammock. Resting. Crying her eyes out becuase of you!"
"She never said No,"
"And she didn't say yes either! she's mute! She doesn't speak you bastard!"
"I came up and flirted with her,"
"She's deaf!"
"so you admit you did this?" Alby glared,
"Yeah! I did it! She didn't say no. She just kept signing over and over Yes. Yes. Yes." He growled, "she loved it," he smirked as he signed the motion she must have been doing,
"That's not yes." Alby glared as even he knew enough to know Tyler was wrong,
"What?" he asked the colour drained from his face,"
"That's No. Stop." I told him, "You fucking Rapist!" I screamed but Minho held me back again,
"Pit Now." Alby demanded so Gally and fry grabbed Tyler to force him to the pit no matter his protests, "He'll be banished at sundown tomorrow."
"Thank you Alby," I nodded,
"You're not off the hook for this." he said, "Never harm another glader. I know what he did was bad... and I don't blame you for defending her. But this can't work with a second command on a hair trigger." he said,
"I understand," I nodded,
"You're demoted, to third in command, Gally will replace you as second. Take care of Y/n and once she is better you have a week in the pit."
"...Okay," I nodded, agreeing to such terms, Minho let me go so I straightened up and got clean, everyone returned to their business and I fetched as many strawberries as I could and took them to her where Y/n sat in the hammock still awake but her tears drying up, "Hey Y/n,"
"Hey newt," she signed back slowly,
"How you feeling?"
"... bad,"
"I understand, he's in the pit. Banishment tomorrow. and I broke his nose."
A small smile cracked across her lips, "Thank you newt,"
"You're welcome, I love you too much to let someone hurt you. In anyway but like that esspecially."
"I love you too, I'm sorry I should-"
I stopped her taking her hands and kissing them, "You have nothing to be sorry for, all I want is for you to feel better."
"Okay..."
"Good, I brought you strawberries, you can have as many as you like," I smiled,
"Thank you Newt, could I have a cuddle too?" she signed
"You May," I kissed her head and left the strawberries by the hammock before I climbed in spooning her and giving her a good squeeze, I moved and whispered against her skin letting her feel the words my lips made, "I love you so much, I promise you I will keep you safe. No matter what." I kissed her neck and she nodded before she turned to face me and wrote back on my hand,
"I love you too, thank you my love,"
My heart melted and I gave her lips a soft little kiss holding her as tight was I could to make sure she was safe.
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