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amasterpieceofmadness · 4 months

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there for you – bucky b.

pairings Bucky Barnes x reader

summary You are feeling down lately and Bucky seems to catch up on that. He is worried about you and tries to comfort you. As you find out, all you needed was a big hug (and some kisses) from Bucky

wordcount 2.2k

warnings fluff, little bit of anxiety, crying, hugs and kisses, confessions

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You sigh, trying to shut the annoying high-pitched tone of your alarm clock out by burying your face into the pillow. It feels like you just fell asleep a couple of minutes ago, and in reality, it wasn’t much more, as you already need to get up again. A sigh leaves your mouth once again as you turn around and finally switch off the alarm clock. You are really considering if you should get up but you know Cap is going to hold you a lecture if you miss training one more time. So, finally you get up from your comfy bed and start to get ready with as less effort as needed.

As you walk towards the kitchen to get your cup of coffee before training you zone out. You’ve been distant lately, constantly thinking about stuff that’s worrying you and plaguing your mind. There’s no way to shut it off though, you tried a couple of times already.

So, you walk into the kitchen and greet everyone there with a simple “morning”, before pouring yourself a cup of hot coffee. You don’t bother to talk with someone, you don’t even have the energy to do that right now.

“Everything okay?” your friend Natasha walks up to you concerned.

You simply nod, taking a large sip of coffee. “Yeah, just didn’t sleep well”

Nat doesn’t ask further but she doesn’t believe you either. Neither does the rest of the Avengers, or Bucky. He sits at the table, drinking his own coffee and watching you silently, concern on his face. He noticed your change in behavior and his worry for you is growing stronger by day. He doesn’t want to talk to you in front of all the others so he just lets it be for now.

Steve enters the room “Good morning, ready for our training session?” His eyes land on you and he smiles softly. “Hey, good to see you here again. Let’s get it on!”

Everyone nods and together you walk off to the training room, preparing for an upcoming mission. You try your best to stay focused, and it works rather well. Bucky keeps a close look at you but also keeps his distance. You catch him staring a few times, but try to ignore it, even though your cheeks turn slightly red.

As soon as the training is finished the thoughts come back flooding to your mind. You walk back to your room to get a shower, trying to free your mind. Suddenly you hear a knock at your door. You walk over and open it, setting on a small fake smile.

“Hey” Bucky flashes you a soft smile, leaning against your door frame. He looks you up from top to bottom, noticing your comfy clothes and still wet hair. “Did I disturb you?”

“No, don’t worry. How can I help you?” You ask as casual as possible, crossing your arms in front of your body.

Bucky takes a deep breath, his hands in his pockets. “I just… Actually, I… I just wanted to check in on you. You alright?”

To say you are surprised is an understatement. You never expected him to ask such a question but somehow you feel a strange warmth inside of you at his care. “Uhm, yeah, yeah, I’m alright. Why do you ask?” You let out a soft chuckle.

The super soldier shrugs a little and scratches his head. “You just seem a bit distant lately. So I thought maybe… maybe something is off” He looks so cute like this, standing in front of your door. This is a side of Bucky not many get to see.

“Oh, don’t worry. I just… I didn’t sleep well for a couple of days. But everything’s fine” You smile softly at him to reassure him.

Bucky thinks about your answer for a couple of minutes, not sure whether he should believe you or not. Finally, he decides that there’s no need to push you so he lets it down and nods, looking down. “Alright” he sighs and looks back up at you. “Alright. Just… You know, I’m here if you need anything. Okay?”

As you look at him you can’t help but crack a small, sincere smile. This is definitely something you never expected from anyone, nor him. You can feel warmth spreading inside you and you are almost tempted to ask for a hug. But you quickly shake that thought off of your head. “Thanks, Bucky”

With another smile and wave of his hand Bucky leaves you to yourself again and you close the door of your room. But the smile quickly fades as the thoughts come back to you mind, drowning you. With a sigh you let yourself onto the bed.

A couple of days like this pass and Bucky gets more worried about you. One evening he catches you in the compound living room. He walks inside and notices you standing by the window all in the dark. Bucky doesn’t even bother to turn on the lights.

“Hey” he greets with a calm and soft voice.

You jump slightly, deep in thought, as you turn around surprised to see Bucky standing there, leaning against a counter. “Hey”

“It’s late” Bucky states simply, glancing at the clock and then back at you. It’s almost midnight.

“Yeah, true” my response is just as simple. “What are you doing up?”

Bucky shrugs and gives you a small smirk. “Always been a night owl”

You give him a slight smile in return and glance back out the window, taking a deep breath.

After a few minutes of silence Bucky is the first one to speak up again. “What’s on your mind?”

With raised eyebrows you look at him, but as soon as you see his concerned and serious expression you know there is no way to lie to him. You sigh before finally responding “A lot”

Bucky nods understandingly. If anyone can understand what it’s like to have a heavy mind it’s him after all. And he understands that you might not want to talk about it, or, that you probably don’t even know what you should talk about. So, he doesn’t put too much pressure on you there. “I meant what I said”

Once again you give him a confused look, not knowing what he means right now.

Bucky seems to notice your uncertainty and explains himself further. “What I told you a couple of days ago in your room. That I’m here for your” His look is serious, leaving no hint of joke. He really means it.

And as much as you appreciate this act and as much as you want to thank him and give him a smile, you can’t. All you are trying is to not break in front of him, to hold back the tears that are threatening to fall down your cheeks. You don’t answer him, instead you just look down onto the floor, crossing your arms in front of your chest. You don’t dare to look at him, knowing that it might be too much.

He just stands there, watching your reaction. Bucky decides on what to do and finally speaks up again, his voice ever so soft and caring. “Come here”

You look up to meet Bucky’s eyes, his arms wide open for you to fall into them and let him hug you. For a second you don’t know what you should do. But your feet are bringing you closer to him and finally you stand right in front of him. Slowly you let your arms sink and his loving look is just making it worse for you to contain yourself.

After a minute of just looking at each other you find yourself in his embrace. His arms are tightly wrapped around you, holding you close. Your head resting against his bulky chest, your own arms wrapped around his middle. Tears fall down your cheeks silently, wetting his shirt. But Bucky doesn’t care. All he cares for right now is you in his arms. He doesn’t care whether is shirt is getting damp or not, or if he feels slightly uncomfortable being so close to someone. He wants to be there for you, to give you comfort and reassurance. He wants you to feel better, to know that someone is there for you when you are feeling down. And that is exactly what he is doing right now.

Bucky’s hands are softly stroking your back up and down, his chin resting on your head. He can smell your sweet scent and one of his hands finds its way up to your hair, pressing you closer to him. A strange warmth fills him as he holds you like this.

You on the other hand feel yourself calming down after some time. You feel safe and secure and it seems that a hug is all you needed for the last couple of days. Your body starts to relax in his embrace and your tears have almost stopped. But is it really just the hug that makes you feel at ease again, or is it the person who gives you that hug? His strong arms wrapped tightly around you, holding and caressing you, his soft breathing calming and hearing his heartbeat giving you reassurance.

Bucky had closed his eyes by now, just feeling you in his arms, feeling your muscles starting to relax. And it makes him happy that he is the reason why you calmed down a little. He is proud of himself that he could help you and he is not planning on letting you go anytime soon. He wants to stay like this forever, starting to feel comfortable in this position. He should have done this a lot earlier, when he visited you in your room for example. It would have made you and him feel better.

You two stand there for a while, holding each other close. You pull away slightly, not sure when to let go or if Bucky is still comfortable holding you. Your arms are still around him as you look up at Bucky’s face. He looks down at you too and gives you a soft smile. One of his hands come up to your cheek and his thump wipes the last few tears away from your skin. “Feeling a bit better?”

Finally you give him a small smile back and nod. “A little… Thank you”

Bucky’s smile grows. He can’t help but think about how cute you look right now. “For you, always” How long can he deny the feelings he has for you? How long is he going to pretend that there is nothing between you two?

Your mind is spinning as well, your troubles forgotten for now. All you can think of right now is Bucky. The two of you stand there in the dark living room, holding each other, looking into each other’s eyes without saying a word. The moment is intimate and your heart starts to beat slightly faster.

Bucky is going to take the risk and leans slightly closer to you, his eyes never leaving yours to watch your reaction closely. As you don’t seem to mind him coming closer, he leans in even more, your faces only inches apart. You can feel his hot breath on your face and before you can think twice his lips meet yours. It’s surprisingly soft and sweet, something you would never think of a man like him. But His lips are tender and his movements gentle as if to not scare you away. He pulls away after a moment, his face still close to yours, as he looks at you intensely.

Your lips are slightly parted, your whole body frozen for a moment. Your heart is beating out of your chest and your breath caught in your throat. For a second Bucky is afraid he might have overstepped a line, but when he sees you smiling softly at him he returns it immediately. He leans closer again, wanting to kiss you again but not sure if he should. It’s your turn to close the gap between you and press your lips against his, kissing him with a bit more force than before.

Bucky’s hold on you tightens slightly as he leans into the kiss, trying to take in every second.

When you part again he leans his forehead against yours. The act is so small yet so sweet and you smile up at him. “Wow” is all he can say.

A soft chuckle leaves your lips before you respond “wow indeed”

He returns your chuckle. “I wanted to do that for a long time now”

At his words your heart is starting to beat faster once again, your hands wrapping tighter around him. “Me too” Your voice is barely a whisper but it’s loud enough for him to here.

“And I’ll always be there for you, okay? No matter what…” His words carry a seriousness you’ve never heard before. He means it and you can feel just how much he cares for you. But before you respond Bucky continues “I love you”

“I love you too”

And with that Bucky pecks your lips once again before wrapping you in a tight hug, not planning on letting you go ever again. Not that you mind, of course. You could stay forever in his arms, in this moment.

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shuttershocky · 2 months

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Chadley, or as fellow vinesauce vinny fans refer to him; Chudley

(Currently in Chapter 6 of Rebirth so no spoilers please)

As fun as it is to meme about him I actually really like Chadley's character. They've made him a proper extension of some of the themes of FF7.

Chadley was a creation of Hojo and meant to be a research tool for Shinra that they own. However, whatever he saw in there was so horrific he apparently broke free of his own programming and began sneaking into the Undercity looking to aid resistance groups by arming them with Materia and training them with a stolen Shinra combat simulator. It's very little wonder then that he's taken a liking to Cloud, (who claims to be) an ex-SOLDIER who's now bombing Mako reactors.

Rebirth pushes that forward, expanding on Chadley's role both to explore more about his character and the world itself. Rather than just collecting battle data for Avalanche, he's also collecting data about the nations that Shinra subjugated, attempting to preserve the history of the peoples that Midgar destroyed in war. Lifesprings are Mako springs that Shinra can't mine because they give too little energy, but they contain records about the history of the world and thus are important to study. The Summons, who are now the old gods of Kalm, Junon, Corel, etc, aren't just there to be cool optional bosses, you're encouraged to explore their hidden shrines to learn more about their mythologies and why they were worshiped by the people before Shinra came.

Yes, the reason why you go around looking for Shrines of the old gods is because it makes your Summons stronger which in turn makes you more powerful in combat and not the world history Chadley finds, but in strengthening you through these minigames Rebirth states that the preservation of histories, of the old beliefs of the locals, is in itself an act of resistance.

You see the windmills at Kalm that the people used for power before Shinra occupied Kalm to force them into using Midgar's Mako reactors for power, then later help an engineer relearn how to fix the windmills implying a future where Kalm will one day stand on their own again.

You see from both old NPCs teaching kids and the Lifesprings Chadley studies that Junon was once a republic of seafaring peoples that built a floating city before Shinra went to war with them for their land, sinking the original Junon and building a fortress on the coast with a massive gun pointed at Wutai, subjugating Junon both to expand their Mako reactors and to enable them to go to war with yet another country. Junon seems to be truly dead, however there's still pieces of the old Junon left in the Undercity, where a dolphin still patrols the Mako poisoned coastline to care for Junon's people. To further symbolize Junon's hope for the future, Junon's old god is the Phoenix, a literal symbol of death and rebirth, to show that even if their city is sunk and a second Midgar built on top of them, Junon will be back someday.

All of this, from a character originally conceived to be a summons materia shop in Remake. I really like what Rebirth's done with him.

It is also extremely funny that he installs a digital assistant into Cloud's devices without the latter knowing and it's just him in a twintails wig. That he then gets insanely jealous of.

#FF7R spoilers #FF7 Rebirth

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kormiato · 1 year

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hi can u do one where how they would react when reader takes off rheir shirt and it reveals like a hella fit body w abs also inazuma girls(fem please<3)

Hi! Ofc I can, I'd love to! Hope you'll be satisfied! (Btw I was a little confused because you didn't mention which specific characters you want to see, but that's okay, I think.) Also if you want me to do part 2 with other characters, you can just ask and, if that's not too much trouble, please, mention which ones characters you want to see. <3 (Sorry for long wait, I was sick and then was busy with school, haha... Also sorry for any mistakes in text.)

Inazuma girls reacting on you taking off your shirt revealing a fit body (F! Reader)

Characters: Ei, Yae Miko, Sangonomiya Kokomi.

You always liked how Ei is when she's fighting. So strong and powerful, so elegant and fast, so serious and determined. She was incredible, to be honest. You admired her everytime when you asked her to show some of her training. You always sit on the floor not too far away but to be in a safe zone and look. Your elegant and soft Ei was turning into a merciless soldier, focusing on her battle with a puppet because only Raiden Shogun is able to keep up with her destructive rhythmic pace.

They fight for hours before Ei hops back raising her sword and says "Enough for now." and Shogun nods before leave. Then Ei always approaches you and sits down near you with a light smile on her face when she notices your adored gaze. She listens to your excitement about how awesome she was back there and tells you stories from her past.

That day was exact the same. But today you wanted to do something. And the thought itself was making you squirm on the floor in anticipation of the end of the training.

When the training was over, Ei sat down near you and sligtly smiled as she saw your smile. "That was SO cool, Ei!" you said. "Can you teach me something of that?" that slightly startled Ei. You? Wish to train? You was so sweet, so fragile in her eyes, she wanted to protect you from all the evil. But yet, she wants you to be happy, so your wish is her command. "Okay, if you want so," she said, making you jump out of excitement. She stood up with you. "Let's see how skillful you are first, alright? I won't be too hard on you." Ei said with the sword in her hand as she waits for you to take one of the swords in the room.

But what she didn't expect is for you to take your shirt off. Her eyes got a little wider as she didn't know the purpose of it. Her eyes wandered along your torso, abs. White crop top looks good on your surprisingly fit body. Ei could feel the heat on her cheeks as you throwed your shirt on your seat spot and started limbering up. Wow. You looked pretty much stronger now and less fragile than she thought before. Your little smile was sweet as always, but now more determined, confident.

As you done preparing for the little sparring, you grabbed one of the swords and took a fighting stand in front of Ei. She, on the other hand, shook her head to stop staring at you because, Dear Archons, you really looked surprisingly beautiful and strong. And if there's something that Ei likes in human, it's strength and determination. And you looked pretty determined and excited.

Let's just say that the training went very calm and relaxed and after this Ei sat down and asked about where you learned to fight and get that fit body. No naughty intentions, she really is just curious.

Yae Miko

It was a pretty busy day for the shrine, everyone was busy with something: cleaning, helping people that was coming from time to time. You came to visit Yae and you really didn't know why you was with Yae Miko in one of the shrine's rooms, but one look at her was enough for you to know that she's up for no good. She just suddenly took your hand once she saw you and led you in the shrine without greeting or even explanation. And now she stood up in front of you with her usual playful and sly smirk. You looked like a bunny, cornered by a fox. Her hands were behind her back, she clearly holds something in them. "Um... Miko? What are you up to now?" you asked, making her playful smirk get wider as she let out a soft chuckle, looking right into your eyes.

And then she hands you folded clothes. And suddenly you realized what she wants. She wanted you to help her in the shrine, because they were running out of free hands. You let out soft "Oh..." that made her giggle. "Well? Are you up to it?" Miko asked, raising her eyebrow. You only laughed light heartedly and nodded. "Fine, I'll help." You took the clothes and turned your back to her to change your clothes.

As you took your shirt off, Miko hums with playful surprise and that makes you turn to face her with a raised eyebrow in a silent question. Yae smiled slyly with a soft chuckle as her eyes admired your form as you stood there in your bra. "Something's wrong?" you asked. Yae shook her head with a smile. "Nothing. I just didn't expect my little flower to look so strong and beautiful. You look pretty amazing," she says with a slight sparkle in her eyes, and her words made you blush slightly as you quickly turned around and continued changing your clothes. Your blush didn't go unnoticed by Yae Miko and that made her laugh in amusement. "Clearly precious little flower. Guess I'll need to watch closely so no one will try to take you away from me because of how adorable and stunning you are." She adds with a sly smirk.

All the time you walked on the territory of the shrine, you always could feel her looking at you. But at least no one bothered you or made you uncomfortable.

Sangonomiya Kokomi

Kokomi was coming home pretty tired last few days. You was understanding, she has a lot of work to do everyday, but you still hated to see your beloved in such state. So you took care of her every single day when she was like this: cooking her favorite meal, preparing a hot bath for her or giving her a massage as she falls asleep from your loving and gentle touch that never failed to make her worries and troubles melt away and just feel safe, relaxed and at home.

But today she managed to take a little day off to just relax and spend some more time with you. Finally, you had a pleasure of seeing her face instead of empty side of the bed when you woke up. She was sleeping peacefully, her lips slightly parted as her breathing slow and calm. You looked at her for a couple of minutes before standing up to cook her a breakfast. You already got whole day planned for both of you, you wanted it to be lazy day, but still fun and interesting.

After both of you ate your breakfast, you decided to watch some TV and after whole day filled with cuddles, movies and eating snacks, you asked Kokomi if she wants to go and swim a little, and you was ecstatic when she agreed. You both grabbed your swimsuits (you also grabbed your sword, because it can be unsafe and you will always make sure to protect your precious girl) and after some time you both was on the shore.

You was happy to see Kokomi smiling because the place was quiet and so beautiful.

While she was admiring the view, you decided to take your casual clothes off, because you both put on your swimsuits under your clothes before heading out to this place. (sorry, I really rarely go to swim even at the summertime, so this can be quite unlogical)

When Kokomi turned to face you, her jaw dropped. You was standing in your swim suit, and damn your body looked pretty fit and strong. You looked like her own bodyguard now, not like her girlfriend. She looked you up and down, her face getting pretty red.

"Wow, my lovely, you look beautiful." Kokomi muttered, looking to the side, feeling a little flustered now. You only giggled, standing a little closer to her and leaving soft kiss on her forehead. "Thanks, Kokomi. Now let's have fun and swim, shall we?" You said gently. Kokomi nodded and took off her own casual clothes, standing in her swim suit as well. You gently took her hand in yours and then started running towards the water, making her laugh and laughing along. It was pretty memorible day off for both you and Kokomi.

(Kokomi deserves the best of cuddles and comfort, she's so pretty, omg...)

#genshin impact #genshin impact x reader #kokomi #kokomi sangonomiya #sangonomiya kokomi #kokomi x reader #yae miko x you #yae miko x reader #yae x you #yae miko #yae x reader #ei x reader #ei x you #genshin x y/n #genshin x reader

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iblameashley · 6 months

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In The Dark: Two Soldiers First Deployment

Military | Male | Gay

2,470 words Content: Fluff mostly, Virginity, Flirting, Gay Stuff, Pinning, Bad Pick-up Lines, Happy Ending.

Captain John Price | Male Reader

!!!SFW!!!

In the heart of the 141 base, Captain Price and a younger soldier navigate a different kind of mission. Some failed attempts at flirting and some awkward conversation lead two men into uncharted territory, where new feelings emerge.

PINNING

You watched as Price strode through the corridors of the 141 base; confident and with purpose. Even from this distance, you could smell the cologne and cigars from him, and it made your heart skip a beat.

You couldn't help but feel an attraction to the man; the brown eyes, the beard that only he could pull off, and that stupid fucking hat. God you loved his stupid hat.

But despite Prices confidence and purpose and his intelligence, he was still very much unaware of how his charm had caught your attention.

It had been months already, and you first believed that it was simply admiration for the older man – well, he wasn't that much older, five years at most – but he quickly stirred something in your heart, among other places.

You blushed at the thought. You'd barely dated in your whole life, but now to have those thoughts about your commanding officer? Fuck, you'd never even been intimate with anyone else.

You let out a resigned sigh and went about your task; which just happened to be in the direction Price was going.

At least your got a nice view of his posterior while you walked.

And thankful that he hadn't noticed the quiet glances you gave him whenever he appeared for you.

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THE BRIEFING INCIDENT

The florescent lights of the briefing room hummed almost as loudly as the hushed conversations of the 141 team as they settled into their seats. You shifted uncomfortably in your seat, unaccustomed to being a involved in mission briefs.

Price stood at the front of the room, ready to get underway. His presence as commanding as ever.

As the room quieted down, Ghost leaned over to Gaz, his voice low and guttural. “Gaz, mate. Did you see last nights episode of 'Shadow Ops'?”

It was a new TV show that had most of the men on base buzzing. An over the top, not-at-all-realistic military show that jumped the shark by the third episode.

Partly ridiculed; partly guilty pleasure, it was a topic of discussion every Thursday.

Gaz turned to Ghost and raised a brow, a grin spreading across his face. “Yeah, mate. Watch every episode, its hilarious.” He chuckled.

Your ears burned and you perked up a bit, hoping you could join in and bond with Ghost and Gaz, and maybe find common ground with Price.

“Maybe we should start using the series as a training guide for future field ops!” You chimed in. “We'd be bloody unstoppable! What do you think, Captain?” You asked, flashing Price a smile.

Price had only been partially listening to the conversation and glanced down at you with a bemused expression. “Son, I'd prefer to trust my instincts.”

Whoosh. It went over his head.

Ghost let out one of his rare chuckles and shook his head. “Come on captain, its not all bad. The romantic subplots could give us stronger armour than my tactical vest.”

Price grunted in reply, not really interested in the topic.

“Too busy saving the world for some romance, Cap?” You teased.

Price sighed, realizing the conversation was spiralling. Where was Soap?

“Lets focus on real threats, real training and real results.” Price replied curtly. Price shot you a stern look that made you sink in your seat. “Personal matters are best left outside these walls.”

Shot down.

Fuck... he just flat out shot you.

COMBAT COMPLIMENTS CRASH AND BURN

The base was gearing up for a mission and soldiers were moving through the corridors quickly and meaningfully. You spotted Price once again and quickened your pace, determined to have a casual conversation with the man.

As you navigated and weaved between the soldiers in the busy corridor, you accidentally bumped Price, brushing shoulders and stumbling a bit.

“Apologies, Cap.” You muttered, your cheeks turning red.

A great start, tripping and nearly taking down your commanding officer.

Price kept his stride and simply nodded, rather unfazed. “Watch your step, soldier. We can't have you being clumsy out in the field.”

You swallowed the lump in your throat – and your embarrassment – and continued, undeterred.

“Understood, sir. Didn't mean to have two left feet...” You spluttered. “I just wanted to say I was impressed with your combat skills during the last mission. Its an honour to be a part of the 141, and serve under someone as skilled as you.”

Price nodded and acknowledgement again.

You missed the mark again.

“When you're out there, its like watching an artist work. Precision, strategy, its all there. I hope to be that skilled someday.”

Price grunted in response, more interested in the report he was reading than your compliments on his combat abilities. It was a common occurrence, though. Eager young men coming up to him all puppy-eyed and tails wagging.

You felt the frustration building. You sucked at flirting with men, and Price had a hard armour to crack.

“And Captain, if I may -” You began.

Price looked up from his documents and gave you a piercing gaze. “Son, we're all here to do a job and do it well. Keep focused on your training and you'll excel here. Flattery won't raise you through the ranks. Besides, we have a mission coming up and need focus.”

Ouch. The man had a way with just eviscerating you.

You body and mind felt deflated, but you decided to try one last time to inject a touch of humour. “Well, they do say, 'A well-executed mission is like a perfect date – flawless execution and minimal casualties.;” You laughed, hoping this would get through to him.

Price raised an eyebrow and genuinely looked confused. “I don't recall that being in any military manual.” He replied flatly.

You chuckled awkwardly and ran your hand over the back of your neck. Price couldn't see it, but your heart sank. You were a shitty conversationalist with shittier pick-up lines.

What you couldn't see, was Price's amusement as he picked up his pace and let you behind.

MESSY GIFTS

The mess hall was filled with soldiers, the clattering of food trays, and the hum of conversation. The core of the 141 team was seated at a table off to one side, and as luck would have it; there was a seat open.

You were more determined than ever to show Price you had interest in him, even though you would have an audience for it.

You walked over to the table with a tray in one hand and balancing on a gift box in the other. You paused at the table until Soap looked up and nodded.

“Have a seat, lad.” He said, inviting you to join them

You sat down and placed the box to one side, and then the try on the table. Looking over to Price, you cleared your throat.

“Cap... sir....” You smiled, “I got you something for your birthday.” You advised him as you slid the small, wrapped box over to him.

“What's this now, son?” Price questioned as he looked the box over. He picked it up and examined it. “I'll have you know that I stopped celebrating my birthdays years ago.” He informed you in a flat, almost bored tone.

“Oh, uh... I just thought it would be a nice thing to do. To show my appreciation for your leadership all these months.” You were begging yourself to salvage this situation.

Gaz was seated across the table and couldn't help but chime in. “Trying to buy favours with the captain?” He teased you.

“N-no, not at all! I-I would never!” You stammered. “It's just a birthday gift!”

Soap, never the one to back away from sticking his nose where it didn't belong, joined in. “C'mon Cap, what's in the box? The lad got you a gift and wrapped it all nice and pretty!”

Your face went flush and you gripped the fabric of your pants until your knuckles turned white. You were so embarrassed, even more so when you remembered what you had made him.

Price let out a gruff, grunting sound. He started to tear at the wrapping paper, tossing it aside and opening the box.

Inside the box was a personalized calendar. Three-hundred-and-sixty-five days of military themed jokes, puns and pick-up lines.

You winced. Fuck.

“I..uh...” You mumbled, cautiously picking your words. “I thought you might enjoy a bit of humour to lighten the mood each day.” You finally managed to explain. You couldn't look at Price – or anyone at the table – and you felt your heart swell in your chest. This was the worst time to have given him his gift.

And now everyone at the table at painted a target of ridicule on your head.

Price pick up the calendar and looked over a few pages, reading the puns and pick-up lines.

“Humour has its place,” Price remarked, rather detached from his own words. He thumbed at the pages a bit more, “But I think we need to consider professionalism in the workplace.” He added.

Price placed the gift back in the box and looked over at you.

“Thank you.” Is all he said before returning to the meal in front of him.

You could swear you saw a hint of a smile tugging at his lips, just behind his beard.

Still, the looks you were getting from Gaz and the shit-eating grin on Soaps face told you everything you needed to know right now.

They knew. And they were enjoying your clusterfuck attempts at flirting.

WEIGHTED WORDS

You were walking through the base one quiet night when you spotted Price in the dimly lit gym. He was working out alone; his body dripping and shining with sweat as he let out loud grunts with every rep.

Seizing the the opportunity, you walked over to Price.

“Mind if I spot you?” You asked, trying to make the request sound casual.

Price grunted and nodded from the bench. Without missing a beat – and maybe a bit too eagerly – you rounded the bench and positioned yourself above Price.

Your heart raced, and it took some effort to steady your hands as you ghosted the bar and followed Prices rhythm.

As the weights strained Prices muscles, your mind strained to strike up a conversation.

“You now, Cap.” You murmured, barely loud enough for Price to even hear you, “Life is short enough as it is without adding in the career of a soldier.”

Price looked up at you quizzically, but continued his set in silence.

“I mean, we should make the most of it, right?” The nervousness in your in your voice was palpable.

Price paused mid-lift and then moved to set the weights down.

He remained on the bench, staring up at you. “What are you getting at?” He finally questioned.

“Well sir, its just that I've never been in a relationship, never been with a man and I keep thinking about...”

Your eyes widened. You didn't. You did.

You gripped at the bar and squeezed, too afraid to move, and too afraid to look Price in the eyes.

“That so?” Price finally said, amusement dripping from his mouth.

Price finally sat up and hunched over for a moment, catching his breath and thinking. He swung his leg over the bench and turned so you were at his side.

“Son, you're not the first soldier to have feelings for a fellow officer. I'm grateful and honoured that you're looking to me for guidance in this matter, but I've been bound to duty for years. I haven't sought out a relationship due to the dangers and reality of this job.” Price explained, taking on a fatherly tone. He turned to look at you, putting on his best, supportive face.

You stood there, shocked into silence. Price couldn't possibly be this stupid.

“Its a complex situation...” Price continued with at a very slow pace, like the words were glue in his mouth.

“Oh.” he remarked. He looked like a deer in headlights.

He cleared his throat and shifted uncomfortably.

Where was your flight instinct when you needed it?

“Never?” Price prodded. “Like... ever?” He questioned you.

Oh, if a bolt of lightning could strike you down right now you'd be forever grateful.

“Never.” You managed to murmur as your face went bright red. There was a knot in your stomach that twisted hard. Or maybe it was a searing knife. Whatever it was, it was deep inside you and making you ill.

“Why me?” Price asked. His fingers nervously playing with his knees. “I mean... I did suspect. But I brushed it off as just another soldier admiring a superior.”

“Because you're... you, Price.” You confessed. “I do admire you, but its more than that. You're intelligent, hard working and handsome.”

Your legs finally made a choice for you and marched you around the weights and planted you firmly beside Price. You hated that you could smell him. The sweat and cigars and cologne. The feelings that stirred in you.

“I'm your superior officer.” Price reminded you. Or maybe he was reminding himself. “Its inappropriate.” He added, nodding in agreement with himself.

Prices hands gripped his knees.

“You're worth the risk.” Your words echoed through the empty gym, and deep into Prices mind.

He hadn't been in a serious relationship in years, and truth be told, he didn't know why it never worked out with women.

But now he looked at you, and something stirred in him.

It was a mistake. It was wrong, and it was likely going to cost two men their careers.

“Well, son... er, Soldier.” Price corrected with a smile. “I'm not a virgin... exactly. But I've never been with a man. If we decide to take the next step, this will be a learning curve for us both.”

“Well, you're an experienced man and an excellent leader, I'm sure you'll take good care of me.” Your words came out soft and sweet.

Prices heart had to be racing as out of control as yours, but he still reached out timidly with his pinkie finger, grazing your hand.

You reached back, shifting you hand closer to his.

“Two gay virgins, huh?” You jested. “This should be interesting. Where do we even start?”

“I think a good and proper date. I think... I should take you out for dinner and drinks.” Price smiled, his eyes crinkling at the corners. He looked at you softer now, a spark warming his chest. He was excited to be desired by you.

“That sounds lovely.”

Your hand moved under Prices, and he slowly entwined his fingers with yours.

“Yeah, it does, doesn't it?” He agreed.

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curvykittyyssmutfics · 6 months

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Since its loki we are talking here, can we have loki lusting for his half sister, reader who is the goddess of lust and love. He does magic on her so he could do on her

Courtyard Shenanigans

Damn what a gorgeous evening tonight turned out to be. Its just what the fuck I need after the most grueling day of coming second to Thor in everything. Plus there's nothing more peaceful then enjoying the beauty of Asgard as the day settles out. Dusk makes the orange stained sky unsually gorgeous, infused with dusty pink clouds that cast the prettiest of shadows over the Royal Palace of Valaskjalf. The crisp clear breeze seems fresher than any air I've experienced on any planet.

But trying to enjoy the phenomal view, as I step out into the courtyard, is short lived. Sus muffled grunts sound off from a few feet away, seemingly near the statue my worrysome mother insisted be created in my image. What or who the hell is that moaning in terrible pain?

Crouching low, I creep along the edge of the full shrubbery leading in that direction. I can't help my eyes transforming into saucers as I peek through the multi-colored rose bushes. Utter disbelief smacks me like a speeding freight train at the scene unfolding right before my eyes: my slutty half sister riding the fuck outta one of my guards face.

The lucky bastard is horizontal on the cemented circular bench that surrounds my stone doppelganger. His hand is flying at the speed of light on the pathetic member that sticks out through the guard uniform as you grind your clearly soakin wet pussy on his mouth; transparent rivelts drip from your oozing center down his chin to his neck. I'm not shocked that his lips are so damn red and raw from your treatment but from the way he moans into your core and fucks his fist is a clear indication of satisfaction. Piercing moans of approval get louder before you begin to speak out loud.

"Fuck, riiiiight there! Come on, cause you-ah!- finished allova yourselfself twice but haven't made me cum once. Haaaah, fuuuuu- mmm.. Shame on you soldier, maybe you need a little incentive."

I watch intently as you throw your head back on a moan with closed eyes and roll your neck counterclockwise. I rather soak you in your every move, purposely ignoring the wad of cum pooled around his balls. Your freshly done braids swing widly; cute, jet black nails grip his shoulder tight in your pleasure. The breeze gets stronger for a moment, swirling around the two of you in a glittery sheer sky blue mist before dissipating within seconds. When your lids reopen, eyes matchin the color of the sky, you stare upwards with an open mouth. The man beneath you seems to go insane, licking and sucking at your hungry little cunt like a starved man in the woods.

"Gods yes, so much better. Good boy, jus needed a little push huh? Thats it, aaaaah, lemmeuseyouuuuu!"

Fuck, your skin is radiate, glistens with perspiration from all your hard work. The humping of your hips makes your perfect soft flesh jiggle erratically. How I'd be perfectly happy to die right at this moment without making my way to Valhalla if it meant trading places with that insignificant bug. He has no idea how lucky he is to have the gift of YOU sliding what's gotta to be the the universe's most perfect pussy on his undeserving mouth.

The shocking incredulity surging through me at the scene seems very understandable, the raging boner however makes me pause. It's not the first one the little vixen has caused me but the guilt that comes with lustin after you is gut wrenchin.

Probably doesn't help that you appear to have strict orders to never come near asgardian clothing. Your fuckin itty bitty knitted baby blue top and salmon tinted scrap of cloth wrapped around your waist like a snug skirt damn nearhad me drooling. You are and always will be the most beautiful woman I have ever seen.

Shouldn't be hard to guess why I'm relentlessly having to secretly grip my dick at the base almost every time I'm in your fuckin presence. I live in a life of hopelessly attempting to not nut in my royal robes because of you.

Damn, it's impossible not to witness how this plays out since I've yearned to be in the place of this unworthy fucker for years.. How I desperately wish it was my mouth you dragged your quivering quim allover like that. I'm entranced at the way you grip his medium length blonde locks and drag across his face even faster as you degrade him.

"Gonnacuuuuum! Oh God, finally! No thanks to youuuu, had to u-use my gifts jus to get the pleasure I yearn. Yeeeeees, stay right there! Ohfuckohfuckohfuuuuuuk!"

My hands flies to grip my clothed dick firmly, this time to aid the nut trying to spray outta me instead of stifling it. It only takes a couple squeezes, along with the image of you leaning forward as the scum sucks your little clit vigorously; the flutter of your vacate gummy walls paralyzing me as my cream sprays 5 abundant globs into my mother's rose bushes. I thank the gods for your booming whine that helps to covers my perverted groan.

Your hips swivel a few more times before you drop her head back down and gracefully slip off his face. Taking a few steps back, you watch my soon to be fired guard gasp for breath; his hazel eyes are unseeing and dazed as fuck. So memorized by her orgasm, I'm estatic to notice I missed the small peckered fucker cum for a third time. It seems my little sister has also noticed, the way narrowed eyes trail to his dick and your cute little nose wrinkles in disgust.

"Leave us." She demands to him curtly before looking right into my soul through the thick bush.

As confused as he seems to be, head ducking left to right quizzically, the guard scrambles away as he hastily tucks his dick away. It would almost be funny if it werent for the sinking feeling in my gut. Nothing else to do except sheathe my still hard cock and reveal myself, I stand awkwardly and watch you fix your clothing to hide your drippy little slit.

"Come, brother." Y/n demands, finger crooked at me.

You step one leg over the bench and sit with it between your smooth chocolate thighs. Back straight with your nose in the air, you sit like a queen where that coward laid just a moment before. I walk over on stiff legs and do the same a few inches away, avoiding eye contact at all costs. The smell of your pussy lingering in the air entices my rock hard dick that taps impatiently underneath my clothing. Your stare on the side of my face almost burns but my guilt keeps me focused on the ground as you speak confidently.

"Why do you spy on me in my most private of moments, Loki? You must know it isn't proper of a brother to watch his sister do such things."

I swallowly visibly before answering.

"I'm- I'm sorry. It was not my intention. I came for air after a long day and heard noises of which I assumed were pain. Well, I thought.." I trail off uncomfortably.

"But you did not leave once you realized." You counter back.

My mouth open and closes as I fumble my response, cheeks feeling like they've been god damn torched.

"Well you- you knew of my presence and still concluded such distasteful acts, out in the open may I add." I shoot back, finally looking into your pretty, dark, almond shaped eyes.

"You didn't seem to mind as you stroked your fat cock to completion while starin in between my legs."

That stumps me as I sit gazing at your beautiful frame, mouth slightly agape. But you only giggle at me as you stand and prepare to exit the courtyard.

"Next time be more inconspicuous; my father wouldn't like to see you do such things. In fact I think mother would be amused even less." She teases me and turns to leave.

A snap of my fingers brings my statue to life. The stone scrapes loudly as it moves and grabs each of your wrists, locking them in place into the air. The way you stand there helpless and shocked does soothe my ego a bit, I can readily admit.

"You blame me as if you weren't gyrating allover that man's face like a common whore. Yes I lust after you, dear sister. But I know you do for me as well. Yet you charade around the castle flamboyantly, refusing to wear our royal attire. Instead insisting on donning tiny earthly garments and then bending in front of me every chance you get. You want me y/n and I'm sick of you pretending you fuckin don't." I say leaning in close, lips just half an inch from your own.

Already a bit agreeable, I sense how much our close proximity affects your state of mind. As tense as your flawless frame is, your gorgeous eyes shut and you lean in to try to kiss me. Before you can I raise my right hand, swiftly drawing a circle in the air with the tip of my finger, watching as glittery emerald green smoke forms a thin circle. I gently blow it into your face and you unknowingly inhale as I press my lips to yours lightly for a few seconds before pulling back. You try to follow, lips pouting as I deny your request.

"Lokiiiii. Kiss meeeeee." You whine, arms pulling at the stone hold on your wrists.

"Hmmm.." I pretend to think dramatically. "Beg me, sweetheart."

Your response is instantaneous.

"Please, big brother, pleeeeease! I want you, no NEED you so bad. Can I have your lips? No wait!Your cock? Pretty please? Promised to always take care of me right? Need you to take care of me now, Lokiiiii."

"Ok, Ok y/n. I'll give you what you want, but only if you answer a question. If you lie, you don't get my cock. Understand?"

"Yeeeees big brother." You slur back at me, lookin a bit dazed from my little homemade concoction.

"How many of my personal guard have you fucked?"

"Just the one you seen me with today. It was awful: he came with a quickness I couldn't have imagined. He's the only man I've ever been with." You answer honestly.

"Glad to hear I needn't murder my entire guard then. Alrighty, honey sit up a bit."

You do as I ask and I slide underneath your restrained body, taking out my leaking dick. I wiggle the shaft back and forth, smacking it against your plump soft brown ass cheeks. Fuck, your moans are like music to my ears and I curse myself inwardly as a feel a tautness in my groin from the way you frantically hump back at me.

"Please Loki, you promised me. One question and I answered. Gimme my dick. I've earned it, have I not big brother?"

That filthy fuckin mouth spurs me to lift you by your hips and rapidly poke my fat cock tip into your snug little hole. (Although he should fear my wrath, I am suddenly semi grateful for the foreplay my guard provided for how fuckin drenched you are now.) It feels so fuckin good.

The way you squeal and tremble has me mandhandling you with a tight grip, keepin you in place as I dig into the tightest pussy I've ever felt. It's so warm, so wet, just the most perfect little slit to ease into. I can't cease the breathless way I repeatedly grunt your name into the air of the courtyard loudly.

The tense sensation bubbling in my balls and pelvis quadruple and its my turn to whimper loudly. It's barbaric the way I fuck into you for the first time, carelessly crying my pleasure into the wind. Your wails are even more unhinged and it's a miracle that nobody has come by to see who's out here groaning like a wounded animal.

"Haaaaaah! OhmygodsLoki! Ohgodsohgods, so very good big brother! Just like my dreeeeams- aaaaahhhfuu-Loki!!!"

You've hit feral and I've only just got in all the way. Our chests heave simultaneously as I reach up to flick your little top out the way, watchin your breast flop out and shake uncontrollably at your attempts to fuck onto my cock. If not for my hold on your hips you'd most definitely would be successful in milking me within seconds. It shouldn't be this hard not to breed you but it's taking all my will power not to creampie my little sisters pussy.

"Y/n s-stop it, lemme-FUCK! Darling, please just lemme handle it. C-can't hold back if you don't keep still. Haaah, ohgods! Please sweetheart!"

The swiveling of your hips is gonna be my demise. All I can do is match your frenzied pace, pulling out only half way before slamming in each time. I know I'm giving my princess what she deserves as continuous praises for me spill over your plump lips.

"Thankyouthankyouthankyoubigbrother! Your cocks the best! I'm yours Loki, only your yours tohavetoholdtofuck! Ohgods! You'resofuckinamazing!"

The whiny dirty words, plus the way your soaking wet pussy puts my spasming dick inna chokehold makes me lose all concentration. The stone statue releases its grip on you and falls back into place as if it never moved and inch.

Your quick to lean forward on my chest, one hand slipping down to rub at your sticky little clit as your hips never miss a beat in their delicious torture. Its almost pathetic when you cum on the first stroke of that throbbing button, except im grateful because there was no way I could hold out for much longer.

"I'mcummingLoki! Yesyesyes, cumming on your cock big brother! Feelssogood! Ah ah ah! Mmm yeeeees Loooki!"

Warmth spreads throughout me as you put your pretty face in my neck and fuck the shit outta me. Fuck the tables have turned, high pitched moans flowing from me as I stare into the sky blankly as you force me to creampie your tiny little cunt. I'm gasping through my groans as I try to breath through this intense fucking orgasm.

"Y/n haaaah oh Gods, y/n! Suchabrat for thiiisss. Gonna make you pay little girl. Ohfuuuuck, big brothers gonna get you back.."

Gush after thick gush pours into you as my arms drop limply to the ground. My hips quiver and I can't control the small humps they give as I fuck my heavy load into you. I don't notice how the last of the sunlight slips behind the castle, dimming the courtyard. It's hard to observe anything other than my cock becoming overstimulated from cumming twice so powerfully within just a few minutes.

"Ah, ah, ah y/n! Waaaaait darling, gimmeasecondplease! 's too fuckin good, haaaah! Please pretty girl, need a moment." I beg unashamed, head thrashing from left to right.

Thankfully your hips circle to a slow halt, but you dont immediately release me as you did the guard. I can admit I am less than pleased at the way you sit up and look down at me sinisterly while I suck in air desperately.

"No fair big brother, you used your powers on me.." You say in-between heaving breaths as I look at you in shock. I had no idea you knew..

Your hypnotizing eyes swirl with that tantalizing sunset color as the shimmering blue mist appears again but this time surrounding the two of us thickly.

"Now I wanna use mine on you."

OH. FUCK.

#loki x reader #loki x black!reader #black reader #black fanfiction #all readers #smut #lick my pussy #pussylicker #pussy eater #public fun #watcher #spying #creamp!e #breeding k1nk #spells #spellcasting #magic

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buckyalpine · 2 years

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Dear, I love your writing so so so much!!! Like everytime I see you posted, you automated make me happy ! Thank you so much for doing what you're doing!

I'd also take this to my advantage and ask you for an imagine for my birthday *blush*. It would be something where the reader (fem) is staying in Wakanda when bucky is there to be freed from the words, and at the night he’s finally healed (like the poor gif where he cries) she is with him and holds him and he clings to her and just really fluffy (cause of course they have feelings for each other). Then at the attack of Wakanda they get separated but he finds her, just to see she got badly hurt. Then he stays with her till she’s better and they finally get together. I hope that’s okay 🥺

OH MY GOSH YES THIS BREAKS MY HEART. AND HAPPY BIRTHDAY LOVELY ❤️❤️❤️ This is sooo adroable.

“I-t, it worked”

Bucky stood at the door of the hut, his eyes puffy and red with tears that continued to stream down his face. He’s hardly able to hold himself up, taking two steps before collapsing onto the floor, sobs wracking his body. You rushed to his side, pulling him into your lap, your arms wrapping around him protectively while running your fingers though his hair. You blink back your own tears as he clings onto you, crying into your chest, he’d waited so long for this.

To have control over his own mind. For some sense of freedom. To have a fraction of himself back.

“You’re free” You whisper, as he clings onto you tighter, never wanting to let you go. You had been his lifeline the entire time he spent in Wakanda to be freed from the words that held him hostage. In the few months he’d spent with you, he fell for you more and more each day.

The more he tried to bury his feelings, the stronger they got. It was impossible. Everytime he’d try to pull back, he’d find himself even closer to you. Long walks. Nights under the stars. Holding hands. Long hugs. It was never enough.

He loved you.

*****

Bucky’s heart was thrashing out of his chest, he couldn’t see you anywhere. His body was moving on its own, all of his super soldier training helping him slash through bodies, but his mind was occupied with you. He ran through the motions while searching for you, his eyes catching a flash of your tac suit in the distance.

He sprints as fast as he can, only to find you slumped over on the floor, blood streaming from your forehead, gashes covering your body. He’s inconsolable seeing you like this, but he can’t lose focus now.

“Y/n? Wake up angel” He’s pleading with you while putting pressure to your wounds, cradling your body close to his. You don’t respond, your breathing reduced to shallow breaths. Bucky can’t take it, he just wants to see you open your eyes and hear your voice.

“Y/n? y/n, please, please baby wake up, don’t go”

He’s carrying you as fast as he can, trying to find Shuri. When he finally gets you to the lab, all he can do is wait while you’re rushed to the medical wing. Its been day’s and you still haven’t woken up but he’s by your side each day and night, talking to you in hopes that you can hear him.

“I miss you baby, please wake up y/n, I-I have so much I need to tell you”

“Want to cuddle you, I can’t sleep when you’re here” His hand are softly tracing over your features, his tears dropping onto your skin. He wants to so badly crawl into bed and hold you but he’ll be patient and wait as long as he has to.

It’s been a few more days and his heart is breaking further but he won’t leave.

“I’ll always be here angel” He hesitates before saying the next part, he wanted you to hear it, to see him say it but he can’t help himself. You need to know. He leans his head on the hospital bed as he always does when hes exhausted, holding your hand in his while his head is close to your lap.

“I love you”

“I love you too”

Bucky eyes shoot open as he looked up to see you awake, your tired eyes gazing down at him. You give him a weak smile, your hand going to rest on top of his, giving him a reassuring squeezing.

“I love you Bucky”

“Angel?” He can’t believe you’re actually awake, tears immediately streaming down his face. He carefully cups your face, your hands wrapping around him to pull him closer. You heard every single thing he’d said to you even though you were unconscious. “My angel” He’s kissing you all over your face as softly as he can, his forehead resting on yours.

You hesitate before pressing your lips against his; your heart racing when he deepens the kiss, his tongue moving with yours. You shift over so he can crawl into bed with you, holding you close to his side while he continues to kiss you, his hand slipping under your robe to stroke your waist.

“I love you baby, I-

“Let her rest white wolf”

Shuri snorted, watching Bucky cling onto you, refusing to let you go. You giggled into his chest, snuggling into his warmth. Bucky continued to rub his hands up and down your back, softly kissing your forehead. His hand lifted your chin, pressing a sweet kiss to your lips.

“I-I love you a lot and I you just make me complete, I understand if you feel differently but-

“I’m yours bubba, I love you”

Bucky felt his heart piece back together, all the pain he’d harboured in his chest slowly melting away, he knew there was still so much he’d have to work through but he’d get through it with you by his side.

“You really do?”

“Always”

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namisweatheria · 5 months

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I'm sure people have talked about this before BUT I AM thinking about an au where Rouge had a terrifying Devil Fruit power and ridiculously strong Haki (like Boa but... you know. not like that at all thank you.) and managed to have HER OWN ISLAND that The Navy refuses to touch. (Like Boa! Without the Warlord part.)

What if Ace got his good navigational instincts from her, and the island was somewhere basically impossible to get to. (Unless you're a navigational genius.) Which immediately connects it in my mind to a Bell-mere lives au.

Things I'm imagining happening:

-Rouge raising Ace herself on that island

-Garp finding her as he promised he would, and seeing a good opportunity, promptly dropping Luffy off forever

-Sabo sneaking on Garp's ship to get away from his parents, and managing to make it there as it happens to be where Garp is heading next for another quick visit to try to indoctrinate Luffy (and Ace) into The Marines

-ASL brothers again<3

-kid Ace being fucking crazy in an entirely DIFFERENT way. He didn't suffer from living under Roger's shadow (Rouge never even mentions that deadbeat) but he and his mom are very much alone on this island so he goes Insane

-Luffy and Sabo are still the best things to happen to him and slowly make him calm down a lot

-Rouge DOES want to bring more people to the island because obviously she does not want her son to be deranged but it's difficult to trust people when The World Government wants her son dead so badly. Also a nearly-impossible-to-reach incredibly dangerous jungle island is a hard sell. lol

-She is going insane in her own way but she throws herself into raising them well and training them and herself to be as strong as possible, so they can protect each other if the government comes for them

-She definitely knows about Dragon being Luffy's dad, tricking that out of Garp was Not Hard. lmao

-Sabo opens up about his backstory to her eventually too. Someone protect these kids from the damn government!!!!!!!

-In this au, Bell-mere is strong enough to get Nami, Nojiko, and herself out of Coco Village when Arlong takes over, but not strong enough to defeat them and free the village

-She tries to get Navy assistance but is met with bald-faced corruption. Extreme disillusionment follows

-They travel for a few years, Bell-mere always trying to get stronger so they can return and save the village one day.

-Nami studies hard and has plenty of opportunities on the sea to polish her skills as a navigator.

-Nojiko remains deeply hurt and outraged by The Navy's betrayal. Since she was older she had been told many more stories from her mom's time with them, and thus had a much stronger attachment to the idea of them. Being left by The Marines, with her whole community, to suffer and die, shook her entire world. She seeks out people who don't look kindly on The World Government everywhere they go, collecting stories. She has hopes of joining The Revolutionary Army one day

-This is also a Sora lives au. (@ Oda Stop killing all the moms! Let them unionize!) One day on their travels they come across a sickly woman and her two kids, Reiju and Sanji, who are on the run from a mysterious (in the East Blue) Mercenary Army.

-It goes like this: the two groups are in the same diner. Soldiers of Germa 66 bust in and try to grab Sora and her kids. They scream and cry for help. Nearby Marines intervene. This obviously doesn't look good for the Germa soldiers, attempting to kidnap a sickly woman and two young kids in broad daylight. They try to pay off the highest ranking Marine there to look the other way, with an absolutely outrageous sum. It works.

-Nojiko charges. Bell-mere didn't expect her usually cool-headed daughter to do something so reckless, and doesn't realize she'd gotten up until she heard the crash of Nojiko kicking the top Marine in the head. Nami had been paying more attention, and is already primed to hit the same Marine in the back with a diner chair before he can retaliate on Nojiko.

-Despite their training, they're kids, and these are Marines. If Bell-mere wasn't there, it would've been a world of hurt. But Bell-mere of course is right there, and takes down all three Marines before they know what hit them. In the chaos, Reiju takes down both Germa Soldiers with her superior strength.

-Now they're a group, standing in a public place, with a pile of Marines (and Mercenaries) at their feet. Yikes.

-They run together.

-Reiju and Nojiko, both being oldest girls about the same age, recognize each other and bond instantly. They convince their mothers' they'll be stronger together.

-Bell-mere was easy to convince, suffering from survivor's guilt from the occupation of Coco Village, she's very quick to take on other's burdens. Sora, despite feeling an instinctual trust for and deep attraction to this tough butch who saved her life, is much more hesitant. Putting her life and resources in the hands of one very powerful person was what got her into this mess.

-But it's not easy to make Reiju happy, a girl who takes responsibility for both her mother and younger brother, who orchestrated their escape, who defends them physically, who has a childhood of training to repress herself to unlearn. Sora saw Reiju actually laugh with someone other than herself and Sanji, and she can't take this new comrade away from her. Not to mention having another protector in Bell-mere could ease Reiju's burdens. She has to say yes.

-And it's a good thing she does, because the top Marine they knocked out kicks up an absolutely ginormous fuss. Suddenly Bell-mere, Sora, and the kids are wanted criminals with posters strewn everywhere. It takes all their wits and strength combined to survive.

-They're on the run together for years before they make it to Rouge's Island.

-Nami is younger than Sanji, but at this age she's bigger than him, and he's a huge crybaby while she keeps a very brave face. She's utterly delighted to treat him like a little brother, much to his annoyance. "I'm not the youngest anymore!" "Yes you are! Stop it!" "You can't be bigger than me when you're such a baby." "I'm a baby?! I saw you get scared too!" "No you didn't! Shut up!" They get very competitive.

-Reiju and Nojiko have the kind of weird little girl best friendship that has the intensity and power to destroy worlds. They are on levels of telepathic connection previously unheard of. And they are so serious about it and so fucking goofy. The SCHEMES they get up to.... And of course constantly being made to drag their little siblings along for the ride

-Picture this. They've been docked at the same island for a couple weeks. They're having an easy time, they've just gotten comfortable with a good doctor for Sora and a nice place to stay for a bit. The kids see a Marine Ship out sailing nearby while they're playing on the beach. If they tell their moms, they're sure to pack up and leave immediately. Of course the answer is to scare off the Navy ship themselves with a fake sea monster.

-Yes it's the end of the world if this mission fails. They'll have failed their families, and the concepts of bravery and justice, and they'll all die and get killed and never join the resistance or anything ever. Yes this fake sea monster needs to have extra whiskers.

-So serious. SO GOOFY.

-Meanwhile their moms are having the most repressed intense butch-femme erotic slow-burn romance of all time in the background.

-Bell-mere, in her head: How much of this is coming from my fucked-up desire to save people? Am I fetishizing her weakness? What's wrong with me? If I have to see the glow of her soft skin, shiny with the sweat of illness, peeking out from beneath her long dress one more time I am going to faint and die.

-Sora, in her head: How much of this is coming from my fucked-up desire to be saved? Am I fetishizing her strength? Do I just want to give up responsibility so badly? Am I appreciating her as a person or do I just want what she can give me? If I hear her loud laugh of victory after buying food for what barely counts as a bargain one more time I'm simply going to explode with love and desire.

None of the kids notice this at all even a little bit.

-Of course with Nojiko's story-gathering and Nami's navigational genius, and the Marines still hot on their tail, and Sora and Bell-mere's desire to find a place to finally stop for the sake of their kids, they do eventually make their way to Rouge's island.

-Rouge, at this point deeply deranged with isolation, fear for her sons, and suspicion, does not greet them well.

-Bell-mere does not take no for an answer.

-Their fight leaves a giant crater in the side of the island. It lasts for days, and only ends because while they were distracted all their kids did an enemies-to-best friends speedrun.

-Lead of course by Luffy, who despite loyalty to Rouge and natural suspicion of her apparent enemies, has little willpower against the smell of Sanji's cooking. His completely earnest undignified begging by the campfire endears him to the others, as well as his heartfelt thanks, and their kind and patient treatment of him endears them to his older brothers.

-Also they're all lonely as hell so it truly does not take much. They're running around the jungle, being given a tour of the best spots on the island by the ASL brothers FOR LITERALLY HOURS before at the same exact moment Reiju, Nojiko, and Sabo all go Oh Shit We Should Probably Stop Our Moms From Killing Each Other.

-Lol.

-I have other ideas involving Robin, and I want to save Banchina (Usopp's mom) as well. I think what this au needs is a doctor character. Someone Rouge trusts to help her give birth, who is also an enemy of the world government, who can stay on the island with them. Who can treat Sora when they arrive. (Treat not heal, her being chronically ill and disabled is important to me.) But I can't think of anyone who isn't needed elsewhere.... I guess I have to make them up....

#this was so much fun. i love women and girls they should all live and kill and do lesbianism and bestfriendship together forever and ever #at this point i'm just. the world has surpassed the need for male anime characters we no longer need male anime characters.#I'M SO BURNED OUT WITH THEM.#unless they are explicitly trans (that's freeing) or their non-binary energy is off the charts. (luffy. to me. he does not know gender.)#anyways i was never someone who came up with au's before. this was so much fun. also it is what one piece has done to me. lmao.#one piece aus #bell mere #nojiko #sora #nami #reiju #portgas d rouge #rouge lives au #sora lives au #bell-mere lives au #jesus. stop killing all the moms!#asl brothers #bell-mere x sora #my aus

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romantichomicide95 · 1 year

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omg omg request for my love ! one where levi comforts u after having a bad day pls >< thank u ! (could us one of these , it's been a pain today for me :,) )

I’m so sorry you had a bad day! I hope things start looking up for you, shirt says suck and are tiring and wreck havoc on your insides.

Levi x Reader - Comfort

Today couldn’t get any worse. You started off your morning by falling off your bed, add that to list of dumb bruises you have. Being in the Scout Regiment meant breaks and bruises of all sorts, but when it happened in such a ridiculous way you couldn’t help but start your morning off in a sour mood.

Than training kicked your ass. Yesterdays rainfall left soft,sticky mud everywhere. You had trudged through the thick mud, each step feeling more exhausting than the last. The rain from yesterday had made the training exercise ten times worse than usual. All morning you found yourself slipping and sliding on the slick surface, barely able to keep your balance.

To make matters worse, you could feel the blisters on your feet starting to form. You grit your teeth and try to push through the pain. You know that this training is necessary to prepare you for the dangerous missions that lie ahead.

Now here you were, not being able to help feeling discouraged and defeated. You're tired, sore, and your pants are covered in mud. You go to your room to change, pulling on the comfiest pair of pants you can find. As you settle into your bed with a book and cup of tea you hear a soft knock on your door. You groan but get up anyway to see who it is. Standing before you, a look of…well you couldn’t read his face, was your boyfriend Levi bowl of soup and piece of bread in hand.

“You didn’t come to dinner.” He says, forcing his way past you taking a seat at your table. He motions you to sit down and shoves the bowl in your direction. “You need to eat.” he says flatly.

“I’m not hungry.” you say, voice low. Really all you wanted was sleep, and to shut off the world just for a little while.

“You alright.” he asks, eyebrows raised. Scanning your eyes for any hint of what’s got you so sour.

You groan. "Yeah, I'm fine. Just having a shit day."

Levi nods understandingly. "I’ve had my fair share of those. What’s up?”

“Well first off all I started my day off falling out of my bed, probably have a huge bruise on my ass to show for it. Than training was terrible in the mud, I got covered…which by the way where were you during training? I’m also just sore and tired and for some reason I just feel defeated.”

Levi nods and takes a sip of his own soup. "Training can be a bitch," he says. "But you're tougher than that. You'll get through it."

You know he's right, but you can't help feeling a little defeated. Levi notices your downcast expression. You see his hand move a little, starting to reach out to your own and you instinctively take his hand to intertwine your fingers together.

“Yeah, maybe.” you say softly, your eyes gazing up meeting his own.

"Listen,” he says firmly. "You're one of the best soldiers in our squad. We all know it. You've faced things that most people can't even imagine, and you've come out on top. I know you, you’re stronger than this. Don't let one tough day get you down."

"And besides," he adds with a small smirk. "You look cute covered in mud."

You can't help but laugh, despite yourself. Levi always knows just how to make you feel better.

"Thanks," you say, giving his hand a squeeze. "For everything. You always know what to say.”

Levi squeezes your hand back, his eyes shining. "Anytime," he says softly. "Next time, just come to me. Now finish your soup, you need to eat. I’ll stay here tonight with you…if you want.”

“Thanks, I would love that. Honestly I just wanna sleep. Being in your arms is the only thing that could make me feel better.”

“Tch. Whatever, if you say so. Now eat, or I’m gunna force that soup down your throat.”

You roll your eyes taking one big sip of soup. “There. Happy?”

“You could lose the attitude but yeah, I’m happy.”

#levi ackerman #attack on titan #captain levi #aot #levi aot #levi x reader #aot fandom #snk levi #levi attack on titan #levi headcanon #levi ackerman x reader #aot x reader #levi fluff #levi ackerman fluff

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tmnt-obsessed-ace · 11 months

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Whats an opinion of yours that will make the rise fandom mad

Anon I have MANY

Rise Shredder is not nearly as scary as the fandom depicts him as (I would actually put him just above 1987 Shredder in terms of scariness) honestly the only time he actually felt like a threat was the last three episodes of season 2 when he wasnt a mindless beast. I personally think that his first official appearance in Many Unhappy Returns REALLY fucked him over. Like I get it the tone of the show is comedy but like, you have been building up to the big reveal in season 1, making Shredder this dangerous monster that could bring the end of the world. SO WHY WOULD YOU IMMEDIATELY RUIN THAT BY MAKING HIM A MINDLESS STUPID JOKE?

I dont care that he's a demon the FIRST OFFICIAL EPISODE HE APPEARED IN HE WAS TREATED AS A LITERAL JOKE! So thats what I'm gonna see him as until he is ACTUALLY THREATENING! The fact that Shredder is only seen for five episodes out of the entire rise series definitely doesnt help. (And yes I know season 2 was cut short when Rise was canceled and we probably would've seen more of Shredder being a LEGIT threat if that werent the case but Rise got canceled and thats all we got)

"But Shredder's an all powerful demon that took the entire hamato clan to defeat!" Doesnt excuse the fact that he was literally seen as a JOKE by characters in his FIRST APPEARANCE! They kept him at bay by TICKLING HIM!

Time for another one

The Rise turtles are weapons of war therefore they would be the most powerful turtles and could easily defeat their counterparts!

Thats just a load of bullshit. Yes the rise turtles were basically super soldiers but you could make the same argument about any of the other turtles (especially the 2012 ones) like just because the rise turtles were made on purpose doesnt make them any stronger than their counterparts. ESPECIALLY COUNTERPARTS THAT HAVE AT LEAST A DECADE OF PROPER TRAINING! Like did the fandom collectively forget that the rise kids had NO formal training for most of their lives? Like they were trained on Lou Jitsu movies. (Because training someone on highly edited and choreographed movies is an absolutely genius idea) the weapons of war argument means NOTHING against opponents that are properly trained NINJAS.

"But they have Hamato Ninpo! So that would make them the strongest!" Ah yes lets include the mystic powers the turtles only had FOR THE LAST TWO EPISODES OF THE ENTIRE SHOW!

Which again means NOTHING if they're fighting fully trained opponents

Also like the 2003 turtles can turn into DRAGONS? So the rise kids aint special

("Rise Mikey threw a skyscrapper!" He threw the TOP of a skyscrapper, not the entire thing. Stop using that bullshit as justification for saying that Rise Mikey would automatically win a fight against his counterparts, especially Ronin Mikey. Rise Mikey would absolutely get folded like a damn pancake)

I'll come up with more later

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Can you explain more about the rest of the vanrouge kids minus shadow Livia and golden please? And maybe Thea too though you don't have to.

Thea is the top healer of Twisted Wonderland and she's five years younger than Lilia. She has a Healer Code that she stands by even all those years after the days of war against the humans. She's a protective and sweet mother who never hesitates to help her children or defend them from others and can become quite temperamental when it comes to her husband. She's not based off of anybody really and was a character who's been around since the beginning of everyone's development. Her name before it was chosen to be Thea was Eleanor.

Maria is the white rabbit of twst and she's a healer just like her mother and a pacifist. She actually has a pocketwatch Cobra fixed and gave her so she can always be on time for things due to being a little aloof and sometimes having her head in the clouds when it should be on the ground.

Ralph is a golden wolf and king to his hidden kingdom. He was actually nearly killed by his stepmother under the lie of it being a way to earn her affection and the Vanrouge's took him in after he bursted out of the water and scared some of the kids. Being protective is an UNDERSTATEMENT, this man would call his whole army for his family no matter how small it is, he'd come running with an army of wolves with him if there's a problem. The soldiers have gotten so used to it they don't even miss a beat when following him.

Lavender is based on the actual flower as she is very sweet and her hair gives off a nice fragrance. She is homeschooled and taking classes from Nilo under her mother's request and is actually the only child to not receive any battle or healer training.

Elikai and Barin are brothers that Lilia attacked when he temporarily wasn't in his right mind due to his fear of Owen screwing shit up for him and his family. Both boys attend Noble Bell Collage together and are pretty dangerous when they're fighting together thanks to combat training.

Kuro is Maleficents bird and he is a LOUDMOUTH literally, mans can't keep quiet for more than a few seconds, eight at least. He's Livia's "twin" brother, the one who replaces Ella after Thea gave her up to keep away from her but he has a morbid feeling that he and Livia are not related but he doesn't care family is family, a twins a twin, nobody can change his mind.

Gaspen is the coward of the family but he does become stronger thanks to training and can get easily obsessed with people and items but hie family hasn't seen his obsessed side nor can they sense the change in his aura.

Callisto is Silver's elder twin who was separated from him after both were put to sleep. He was found by an unnamed panther fae and taken care of until Darkbane possessed him. He is actually very sweet and caring but he still has the ruthless and cruel side that Darkbane forced upon him.

#disney twst #disney twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland #twst disney #twisted wonderland disney #twst #twst wonderland #twst asks

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Congratulations Gee!

May I request Rivetra canonverse, existing relationship? Where Petra achieved a personal best in titan killing but got herself injured. She is trying to hurry her recovery but Levi isn't having it.

thank you sparky :3 i used a prompt i saw while tumblr a long while ago so i can’t find the exact wording but:

The usually feminine ‘weaker’ character to the usually masculine stronger character: “I just want to protect you!”

//canonverse, hurt/comfort, misunderstanding, minor injury | 1.4k

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He knew this would happen eventually.

No. If he really knew, then he would’ve put a stop to Petra sooner. She was already pushing herself too hard, but he thought that she was far too capable, too level-headed not to push beyond her means.

But no.

He’s not there when she falls—but he hears it happen. The sharp whine of the wire as it drops completely slack, indicative of a landing missed, and a meaty thump, a skittering of leaves down on the forest floor that makes his blood run cold.

Before anyone even knows for sure what has happened, he reaches Petra first, who’s crumpled on her knees, panting wildly. She’s drenched in sweat from midday summer sun, and the sweat has caused leaves to stick. Shes trying to stand, and failing, something wrong with her arm.

Levi feels himself toeing a line between confronting her and helping her up. Acting the part of a leader or her partner.

“I’m fine,” she grits out.

His temper flares. “Hey, idiot. What the hell was that?”

Her head shoots up, causing her to sit back on her knees. She didn’t even know it was him!

“Captain—I just slipped. I’ve gotten a new personal best!—So—really, I’m fine. I just need to walk this off.”

“Do a handstand, and maybe I’d believe you. You’re injured, Petra,” he states tonelessly. “If we were really out killing Titans, you’d be in a stomach by now.”

She bristles. “I was—”

“You were reckless, one. Two, your excuses are pathetic. Now, walk it off.” He motioned with his head. “Get to the san.”

Reckless.

But she wasn’t the only one. He sensed it as soon as he finished talking. Petra is way too strong to show it, but she was hurt in more ways than her injuries by his words.

They spewed from him without a search of a better way to express his worry, not enough time to look through his anger and see that he was actually confused and upset that she’d make such a mistake. The look of her oddly-bent arm. Maybe he’s seen too many broken bodies. Maybe because it’s Petra.

Training went on for the remainder of the day. Soldiers get a few scrapes, or have slip-ups weekly at least, but that’s unheard-of for Levi’s squad.

It’s not an injury to his ego. It’s Petra. She pushed herself too damn hard. Why?

Frustration and imaginings of what he should’ve said boiled inside him, and so he wasn’t done training before the sun was sinking below the horizon. He barely noticed until Nanaba appeared in the yard to wave him back.

“By the way, Petra left the san a bit ago. She shouldn’t be out of commission for more than a few days.”

A debrief shouldn’t have made him bristle so much. Maybe it was foolish to imagine he could tire himself out too much to think. He’s always thinking, always too much in his head.

A bit of relief met him though. Her arm wasn’t broken, it’s just that her shoulder was dislocated on top of a bit of heatstroke and minor bumps and bruises. Nothing some generic pain medication couldn’t solve.

Except it’s not solved.

He has a shower about it, clinical in-and-out like usual, and though it’s good to be clean, it’s hard to look at himself in the mirror. He runs a towel through his dripping hair as he wonders, yet again, what to do. Nothing isn’t the right approach for this, not taking into account the way she looked at him, like he tore down her whole world. Even if they weren’t together, she looks up to him.

All that’s left on the official docket is dinner in the mess hall. Part of him wants to skip it, but, it wouldn’t be a bad idea to bring Petra dinner as a peace offering on top of scones he had been saving for his squad after the nearing expedition. It’s an investment more than anything. He would sooner make himself sick than waste food, making it another goal to make it back alive for.

He wraps two for her in thin cling-wrap, and heads downstairs.

The problem now presents itself, conveniently enough, next to the big double doors that feed into the mess hall. A few soldiers file in and out—most are probably eating by now.

But evidently not Petra and Miche stood outside, talking. She’s not in uniform. Miche is unmistakable by height alone compared to her, and Levi would spot her by her hair in any crowd. By the way he’s gesturing, he’s giving gentle suggestions that are going in one ear and out the other.

He’s not too near when she raises her head and sees him. What is worse, feeling confused, or feeling resigned? Well, she looks like both.

Miche follows her gaze, and gives a wave. Levi is looking at her when he returns it, though. With a motion of his head, he turns back. The steady scrape of dirt behind lets him know she’s following.

When he gets up the steps and to the doors, he holds one open as she steps inside, much like a kicked puppy.

“Levi,” she acknowledges quietly. Her arm is pinned across her chest in a sling, impossible to hide, but it seems she’s making efforts to.

He sighs silently. “Come on.”

He gives her hair a fleeting pat as they approach the stairway. The walk is crammed in with tense silence.

He lets her into his office, where she idles awkwardly before he goes to the adjoining door as well, to his personal quarters. This is one of those times where he reminds himself to find time to take Petra up on her suggestions to decorate a little. All he uses them for is baking and sleeping, and only one of those things is very relevant.

He stops in the kitchen, and awkwardly holds up the scones.

She blinks. “Why?”

He pulls out a chair. “You know why.”

She deserves more than that. Don’t be so useless.

Apparently that’s asking too much, because everything he should and wants to say gets crossed in his mind, stuck in his dry throat.

I want to protect you. Those words should be simple. They aren’t.

Petra takes them from his hands gratefully, a little slower than necessary, testing what he’ll do? His fingers brush hers, and then they’re gone.

“Th-Thank you.”

She sits, placing them down on the table. Just when he’s putting the right reassurances together, her expression contorts to grimace.

She’s about to cry. She’s sitting there with her arm in a sling, banged up, and he’s making her cry.

“I know I messed up today. But… I succeeded, and you just… I just want to protect you!” she squeaks out, fighting fiercely not to sob. “Why. Why can’t I be g-good enough to?”

“Is… that what earlier was about?” He thinks he understands even less than before. “I don’t need to be. You don’t need to wear yourself out—you’re perfectly capable as you are.”

“I don’t care,” she says, glaring sharply at the floor. “Aren’t we a team…? Don’t we take care of each other?”

She’s not referring only to their squad when she says that.

At first, he thought she was naive. Maybe she is just a bit, but that’s far from what matters. She wants to look after him, and he… He’s been selfish.

He kneels down in front of her, taking her hand, placed upon her knee, and matches her soft gaze, made glassy by tears.

“Don’t cry, because you’re right.”

“Maybe it is pointless, but…”

“It’s not pointless,” he argues. “How do you give a shit about someone and not want to protect them?”

She relaxes a little, which allows him to do the same.

“You’re…” He stares at their intertwined fingers as he finds the words. “You do a fine job at doing the same. I am… proud about back there. But you can’t protect someone without protecting yourself. I don’t want to see you take a fall like that again with me as the reason.”

She nods, and then seems to realize something. “Wait, you are? Proud?”

“And it wouldn’t be a bad thing if you surpassed me, either.”

She laughs at that. “Yeah, right. But still… thank you.”

She puts her arms—arm, around him. He returns it with enough strength for the both of them.

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You know what I want to see? An AU where the hemospectrum is flipped but the trolls are biologically the same as in canon. Like, rusts are still the most plentiful, most short lived caste, but they're at the top of the spectrum.

The idea being that the Coldbloods are stronger and tougher because they're bred and trained to do all the labor jobs that Warmbloods are "too important" for. The clown church still exists, but it mainly exists to encourage Purple bloods to toe the line and do as they're told. The Purples would then in turn keep the other low castes in line using the psychic powers. Fuschias have been hunted down to the point of near extermination, with only one left alive every generation in order to help quell Gl'bgolyb.

Unlike in canon, highbloods are a bunch of lazy hedonists who think they're above work, having more in common with human billionaires than canon highbloods. One thing that makes them more dangerous than in canon however, is that Goldbloods are now able to freely practice and express themselves with their powers. The Psiioniic is ten times more powerful than in canon, as he has taken it upon himself to push his powers as far as they'll go in order to ward off any rebellion. He's become so powerful that even slightly exerting himself risks blowing a hole in Alternia's atmosphere. Hell, he entertains himself by moving the stars to create constallations as a form of art. He intends to make the art form common practice among goldbloods, but faces resistance due to getting that strong requiring a lot of training and work, which most golds are too lazy for.

Upon discovering that Her Imperious Condescension (who would likely be called something different in this AU) has the power to extend people's lives, Psii approaches her as a suitor. Their relationship is less dysfunctional than in canon, but only because that's an incredibly low bar to limbo under. I'd liken their relationship to Nolan's and Debbie's from Invincible. He does genuinely care for her, but he's got a lot of bigotry to unlearn before their relationship comes anywhere close to functional. Nevermind the immense power gap between them.

Having said that, Signless is basically the same person as he was in canon. Due to jades being so close to the middle of the spectrum, their role hasn't changed much. They still cull mutants, but they also work to make sure only the strongest cold bloods survive, whilst sending the warm bloods off to their warm and cozy homes with their lusi. As such, the Dolorosa still saves the Signless from getting culled.

The difference is that now his clade consists of Dualscar, The Grand Highblood (title pending), and Executor Darkleer. While Signless and Rosa are more or less the same, these three are wildly different from canon. Gone is that sadistic and hedonistic murderer, this GHB began as a weary preacher disillusioned with the church for it's classism and callousness. Gone is Dualscar the dreaded pirate, replaced instead by a naval captain disheartened by seeing so many of his soldiers pointlessly die whilst oppressing others of their caste. Darkleer was actually the hardest to convince, as he was absolutely infatuated this reality's Disciple. She rejected his advances, citing him as being a boring stick in the mud who only ever followed orders. As such, he immediately overcorrected by swearing loyalty to the first "dangerous revolutionary" he could find. Well, more accurately, she saw how infatuated the Disciple was with Signless during one of his sermons and decided to learn what made the mutant so attractive to her. It took awhile for him to genuinely take the movement seriously.

The Summoner got his title by virtue of being the greatest Fiduspawn player Alternia has ever seen. His closest competitors are Mindfang and Redglare, both of whom he is now happily married too. Of course, Summoner is only better than they are because they have actual responsibilities to attend to while Summoner can sit around and play Fiduspawn all day. It's that Bronze Blood privilege. He at least has the self awareness to recognize this fact and tries to make it up to them by giving them the most extravagant gifts he can with mixed results. Both Mindfang and Redglare are very proud of their accomplishments and can view his attempted generosity as coddling. Summoner just genuinely has no other love language. Speaking of love, he is a total flirt. The only reason Summoner isn't dating more people is because Mindfang is the only one of the three with actual dating standards and constantly puts her foot down whenever be brings up potential partners. Redglare encourages his flirtations because she thinks Mindfang's reactions to whatever troll he's trying to woo this week are hilarious.

The funniest part is that he's actually good at it. Prior to meeting Mindfang and Redglare, Summoner has been in a relationship with nearly every other Ancestor at one point. Signless refuses to talk about the time Summoner was technically his step dad. Though he will admit the yacht was a nice gift at least, even if none of his clade now how to drive it. The great boating crash of 87 will be long remembered. While he does genuinely love his partners, his difficulty in understanding their emotional needs means they tend to not last long. That's the problem with a privileged upbringing. He has no idea how to properly respect other people's needs and extravagant gifts only get you so far. It's part of the reason he's as love starved as he is.

Redglare and Mindfang, meanwhile, are office rivals whenever they aren't Fiduspawn rivals. Redglare writes legislation, Mindfang enforces it, but it's clear they're not satisfied with those roles. Redglare would much rather be out there catching bad guys herself while Mindfang wants a life of adventure and only choose this job as a way of moving up in the world. Sadly, their attempts to vent their frustrations to Summoner only resulted in him giving them another yacht. That they can't even keep because they have no where to put it. They have to many yachts. Giving people yachts doesn't solve their problems, Rufioh.

Finally, Alternia is officially ruled over by a Council of Rusts, who elect an Empress as their head. The Handmaiden is their current Empress and she stands as the second most powerful troll on Alternia as far as raw physical power goes. Psii had gotten used to unofficially ruling Alternia when she came along and was annoyed when she wouldn't support his plans for military expansion across the galaxy. While his attempt to throw his weight around would've intimidated any other Empress, the Handmaiden still has her time powers. Whenever Psii raises a stink, she just stops time and drops him off outside. Repeatedly. Psii is very stubborn and has spent entire days getting dragged out to the Handmaiden's front door over and over again. He's begrudgingly decided to just outlive her. Luckily for everyone involved, the Handmaiden has no interest in ruling and only does the bare minimum to ensure rusts can carry on in their hedonistic life styles.

This is because this Handmaiden actually comes from the original Alternia. She escaped Doc Scratch, fled to this universe, killed her alternate counterpart and took her place. Now she's using this setting to simply live out the rest of her days in peace, knowing full well no one can really stop her here. She feels she's earned it after decades of abuse, even if the coldbloods of this world have to be enslaved for it.

#homestuck #hemoswap #the signless #the handmaiden #the summoner #the psiioniic #the disciple #the dolorosa #neophyte redglare #marquise spinneret mindfang #executor darkleer #the grand highblood #her imperious condescension

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Song of the Sea: Chapter 19: Dance Under Fire

Chapter Warning: mentions of attempted assault, child endangerment, major injury, blood Series Warnings: explicit smut, alien anatomy (it's a monsterfucker fic, guys), major character injury, grief, canon typical violence, autistic meltdowns, and my terrible attempts at Mando'a

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“Alright, hands up.” Hunter chuckled. “Echo, watch her form. Omega, watch mine.”

Shiani was barefoot on the Marauder, in sight of all the clones and squaring up to Hunter for his first lesson to her. Hand to hand combat. She’d made the comment about wanting to be more useful after her nap with Tech, and this was the sergeant’s suggestion.

Hunter was stripped to his blacks and unarmed, Echo giving Shiani guidance while he provided an example for Omega. She brought her hands up into the defensive stance he was in, watching his movements. “Okay.”

“You're pretty light, so the trick is not to be stronger or bigger than your opponent. It's to be faster and use their size against them.” Hunter explained.

“He's an expert on that.” Wrecker laughed. “Cause he's the shortest.”

Shiani just nodded, eyes locked on Hunter's middle. Under water, you could determine which way someone was going by their abdominal movements. Surface gravity was something new to contend with, and she'd never liked fighting when she was young. Juvenile scraps were unavoidable, but she'd rather investigate ancient wiring in the hopes of keeping the city lit rather than claw another siren at the crumbling outskirts.

He jabbed, demonstrating the punch in slow motion for Omega. Shiani put her arms up to block and Echo nodded. “Good. Okay, try at full speed and see if you can hit him back.”

Shiani nodded again, and Wrecker noticed Tech squirming in his seat. He hadn't been a fan of this idea to spar.

This time when Hunter swung, Shiani went low to avoid it. She popped up to swing at the sergeant, but he caught her fist in his hand. Then a tentacle swiped his legs out from underneath him and he landed on his back hard.

Echo laughed. “Nice.”

“Forgot about those.” Hunter propped himself up on his elbows. “You sure you need this training?”

She nodded. “The Empire fights with soldiers. I need to know how it works, and if I can work around it. Sirens fight differently.”

“How do sirens fight?” Omega kicked her feet from her seat on top of Gonky, looking adorably curious.

“Mostly in packs. Hunting parties, or city patrols that move in groups between five and twenty.” Shiani explained. “We hunt big prey or fight sea monsters together. Our weapons are harpoon launchers and spears, mostly. Nothing like blasters or slugthrowers.”

“Do sirens fight one on one?” Wrecker blinked.

“Fighting each other is frowned upon.” Shiani sighed. “Kids fight sometimes, but not adults. Historically… when sirens were slaves, many died fighting over food in the cells. Sirens make a rule, to cooperate and share instead of fighting and more of us would survive. That kind of cooperation helped the Chainbreakers get away, too. The only time we fight each other is the Venom Dance. It’s like a… duel. One siren challenges another, for honor or their position in the clan and city. The only way to refuse is to give in to the challengers demands, or run. Otherwise, you fight until one gives in or dies. No other sirens are allowed to interfere, only watch.”

“Have you ever done it?” Hunter looked as mesmerized as Omega at her words and the image of two sirens battling for their lives.

“No, but I was challenged once. And I’ve seen one actual Dance my entire life. When I was a teenager, an older siren wanted to marry me because my family is powerful. I refused and he got violent. He threw me against the wall and tried to hurt me, but my big brother came to rescue me., The other siren challenged my brother for me. Brother won.” Shiani sheepishly fiddled with her claws. “Killed him.”

“Your brother sounds formidable.” Tech said softly.

“My big brother is a strong warrior. Led his own hunting party before he was old enough for a mate.” Shiani smiled sadly. “I miss him a lot, sometimes.”

“What's his name?” Omega asked.

“Kashae Illumai.” Shiani ruffled her hair. “My last name used to be the same.”

Omega opened her mouth to ask another question when the ship comm went off. “This is an unknown frequency.” Tech frowned.

Shiani leaned over him. “It’s a distress signal. Play recording?”

He hit the button and the tinged holo of a young twi'lek appeared. “Omega, I need your help. The Empire has captured my parents and declared them traitors. They're hunting me too. Please, you're the only one I can trust.”

Hunter looked at Omega. “You gave her our comm frequency? “

“Only for emergencies. This seems urgent…” Omega shuffled her feet.

“The situation is likely not as dire as it seems. Children often exaggerate.” Tech offered.

“We do not!” Omega yelped. “Shiani! Tell them we do not.”

Shiani leaned in, closely examining the holo as she replayed it. “Baby Hera is very scared. I don't think she's exaggerating.”

“We need to go help, Hunter.” Omega pleaded.

“We can't rescue everyone in the galaxy who's got a problem.” Hunter sighed. “It could be dangerous for you.”

“Isn't that what soldiers do?” Omega tugged at his arm.

Hunter looked at Shiani. “... do you really think she's in danger?”

She nodded. “She’s not lying, as far as I can tell.”

“Tech… set a course for the coordinates she gave. We'll see what we can do.” Hunter sighed.

Omega hugged him around the waist. “Thank you.”

“Don't thank me yet. Go get your bow.” He sighed, but patted her back. He loved her. She drove him nuts, but he loved her.

Tech set the ship down inside a hidden bunker built into the rock cliffs of Ryloth, just outside of imperial patrol areas surrounding the capitol. They stepped out to meet a very frightened Hera and her droid, Chopper. Omega ran out past them to hug her friend, leaving four heavily armed men and a siren to follow behind.

“Thank you for coming.” Hera took a shaky breath. “I don't know what the Empire will do to my parents… but they could pay you, if you help them.” She squirmed, looking from one brother to another. They were mercenaries, she was putting all her faith into hoping they needed money bad enough to get involved.

“No promises.” Hunter said softly. “But we'll take a look and see what we're up against.”

She nodded, shaking a little. Shiani felt sorry for the poor, scared girl left to her own devices, so she stepped up and knelt. A careful claw swiped the tears from Hera's face. “Don’t cry.” She crooned. “You’re brave to survive, and smart to call for help. Don’t worry, Baby Hera. We’re here now.”

Hera sniffled for a moment before throwing her arms around Shiani's shoulders and sobbing into the siren's neck. She'd been in desperate need of a kind word and adult's reassurance. Shiani rubbed her back and rocked her back and forth until the sobbing stopped. “S-sorry miss… I got you wet.”

“I have gills. Can't drown me.” The siren wiped her face again. “Show us what you can. We’ll make a plan.”

Hera nodded and got herself together, leading them out to a rocky outcrop that served as a lookout point. Everyone was looking through binocs, taking stock.

“This is no peaceful transition of power. This is a military operation. The Imperial presence is much like Raxus.” Tech mused aloud.

“But this isn't a Separatist planet.” Echo frowned.

“Doesn't seem to matter.” Hunter sighed. “They're taking over everything.”

Shaini made an unhappy sound. “... I see Crosshair. His hair is gone, he looks like an angry egg.”

Wrecker bit back a snicker, but Hunter just scowled. “He was able to predict our moves on Bracca. If he's here-” He froze. “Heads down. Stay here.”

Everyone huddled together as he slipped back the way they'd come, eyes peeled and the two girls in the middle of a protective circle. The pregnant silence was broken by the sound of clanging metal when Hunter came flying into view on top of a round little flying droid. He stabbed his knife into its head and jumped off, landing back with them as it went falling and exploded. “Probe droid.”

“It saw us.” Shiani said wearily. “The Empire will know we’re here.”

“And so will Crosshair.” Wrecker looked sad at the mention of the missing brother, so Shiani patted his back too.

“We’ll take the babies back inside to think.” The siren waved the girls to follow her back to the bunker, where she comforted both of them and waited for the verdict.

Tech shook his head, looking at his datapad. “We were spotted. Our image is all over the Imperial channels already.”

Hunter sighed. “We've lost the element of surprise. I'm sorry, Miss Syndulla. We can't help you, but we can take you somewhere safe-”

“I cannot leave without my parents!” Hera looked panicked, clinging to Shiani desperately for some kind of hope. “Please. I can… I can double the price.”

“There's no amount of credits worth it if we're dead. I'm sorry.” Hunter shook his head.

Hera burst into tears and ran back the opposite direction, pursued by a beeping Chopper. Omega puffed up defiantly. “You shouldn't have said that! She's trying to save her family. I'd do the same for any of you!”

Hunter's instincts around Omega were all paternal, and he softened. “Omega, listen-”

“No. We can't give up.”

Omega was lifted off the ground by a purple tentacle. “Baby Mega, you have kind hearts but we need a plan. Go check on Baby Hera. Let us think?” Shiani soothed her tiny righteous fury and set her back on her feet. She trotted off to Hera obediently.

Hunter sighed. “You got a plan? Because I'm not rushing to get us all killed.”

Shiani nodded. “You’re a good leader, and you’re protecting us. But if you don't find a way, Baby Mega will never forget it.”

“Crosshair is here, Shiani. He predicted us on Bracca. He'll do it again and this time he's got a whole garrison as backup instead of three ships.”

She twiddled her claws a minute. “... so Batch doesn't make the plan, only approve it. Crosshair doesn't know me, Baby Mega, or Baby Hera very well. Can't predict us.”

“You want me to let you and two kids plan an infiltration into an Imperial stronghold?” He stared at her.

“I would be interested to see what that plan is.” Tech said sheepishly.

“Me too.” Echo nodded.

Wrecker grinned. “Let's see what you've learned so far, huh Shiani?”

She smiled and hit her comm. “Baby Mega, bring Baby Hera to the ship. We need her help.” When the two girls arrived, Shiani took them inside. Shiani set up one holo table and gestured to Hera. “You know Ryloth better than us. Tell us what we can use against the Empire.”

Hera dried her tears and nodded. “... the refinery? Troops would be mobilized away from the capitol if anything happened there.”

“Diversion gives a second team time to infiltrate and rescue your parents.” Shiani nodded. “Security at refinery?”

“Four auto-cannons.” Hera smiled sheepishly. “I've been watching them.”

Tech looked smug. “Those are vulnerable.”

“The access panel is inside the main gate. Chopper could go in and disable them, if he hid among the other droids.” Hera sounded more confident now.

Shiani looked at Hunter. “Split forces. Chopper goes in. Tech flies the Marauder and Wrecker sets off explosives at the refinery. You and Echo rescue her parents.”

“Someone needs to escort the droid.” Echo pointed out.

“We can do it.” Omega grinned.

“Only from a distance, and with Shiani.” Hunter said firmly. “I trust her to keep you safe.”

Shiani smiled brightly. “I won't let you down.”

Shiani had a job to do; keep the girls safe. They were crouched together just out of sight of the refinery gate, watching Chopper join a line of authorized droids to get inside. “Tech says droids are not capable of recognizing good or evil. Only able to follow their programming… but I think Chopper knows the difference and chooses to do sins.”

Omega tried not to giggle. “He's a feisty droid, isn't he?”

“Loyal to Baby Hera. That's good enough for me.” The siren watched the orange head of the droid disappear into the refinery “Move down. We need to see him disable the cannons.”

She was trusting a homicide-happy droid with taking out the only threat to Tech right now. She'd been confident about this plan an hour ago, but now…

“He's at the console.” Hera breathed, looking through her binocs.

“He fried that other droid to get in, too.” Omega peeped.

Shiani sighed, looking through her own binocs, and touched her comm. “Almost ready, Tech. Chopper’s in position.”

“You and the girls are safe?” He questioned immediately, tone as level as ever. It still gave her the warm and fuzzy feeling.

“Yes, we're safe.”

“Good. Standing by for your signal.”

Shiani looked back at the girls, smiling. She'd kept them safe, this was nearly done and she'd be back home on the ship soon. Hera would have her parents back, Ryloth would dissolve into an uproar that might disrupt the Empire here, and they'd be far away from it before Crosshair ever figured out they were-

“Chopper's been spotted.” Hera gasped, and Shiani yanked her binocs back up. Sure enough, the droid was being arrested by two clone troopers.

“Shit.” The siren bared her teeth, then covered her mouth when her hand when Hera gave her a concerned look. “New plan. Gotta disable those cannons or Tech and Wrecker will get hurt.”

Omega and Hera both looked at her, innocent eyed and waiting for the grownup in the situation to solve it. Shiani almost wanted to look over her shoulder for someone to answer, before realizing… she was the adult. Shit.

Think. I’ve een in danger before and escaped… didn't have babies to think of then, though.

“... Baby Hera, you’re a pilot, right?” She asked hopefully.

“I want to be, but I've never done takeoff or landing.” The girl muttered sheepishly.

“I’ve only done takeoff, but we’ll have to figure out landing as we go. We’ll steal a shuttle, okay? Baby Mega runs straight back to the gun and shoots console once we get in the air. Then Baby Hera flies, I’ll open the hatch and rescue Chopper. Can we do that?”

The girls nodded. “Got it.”

Shiani sighed. “Hunter is gonna kill me…” They dropped from their lookout position and crept to the hangar bay outside the refinery walls.

Hera pointed to a shuttle she was reasonably comfortable she could fly, and Shiani plugged her datapad into the security panel and typed a minute before the hatch opened. Omega got straight into the gunner's seat and Shiani went with Hera to the cockpit. It was only slightly different than the Marauder's controls, so Shiani started flipping dials. “Start engine, disengage landing gear, raise nose-” She muttered to herself. She’d only taken off once, months ago, and she knew she needed more practice but there was no time. They zoomed forward a little too fast, triggering every alert possible.

Hera took the controls. “I think I got it. Help Chopper.”

“Got it. Baby Mega, start shooting!” The siren rocketed backwards and to the hatch as Hera got them in position and Omega started blasting. “Aim better! Doonium is flammable.”

“Sorry, Shiani!” Omega chirped.

They managed to blast the console into scrap as Shiani opened the hatch. Chopper electrocuted the two clones who'd arrested him and came barreling toward her. She wrapped a tentacle around him and hauled the droid to safety. “Help Baby Hera.” She ordered, turning around to spot a couple troopers who'd engaged their shuttle. A round knocked her off her feet and into the opposite wall of the ship, and she hit the hatch door panel with a groan. “Tech. Cannons offline.” She coughed.

“I'm picking up explosions coming from the refinery. Is everything alright?”

“Everything’s fine. Explosion was us.” She pushed herself up onto her hands and knees. “Don't shoot the Imperial shuttle when you get here.”

“Why not?”

“The babies and I are on it.” The ship's gun went off again and she heard Omega and Hera both whoop, while she slid across the floor at a sharp turn. “Oh. We’re fighting now.”

“Fighting? You were supposed to observe the droid from a distance!”

“Chopper got caught. Had to improvise.” She oomph-ed when she fell over again, curling up in a ball. “You almost here?”

“We're here. I see you now… who is piloting?”

“Baby Hera.” Shiani frowned, touching her mouth, which tasted of metal. There was blue blood between her teeth.

“That explains it. Fortunately, her unpredictable and uncontrolled flying is just as confusing for the Empire as it is for us.”

“Funny.” She mumbled. Shit, she was light headed as the adrenaline wore off, patting herself down to find why she was bleeding.

“I think this destruction should be sufficient. They are mobilizing towards us.” Tech chuckled. “Can your little pilot make it back?”

“I trust Hera.” Shiani found the blaster wound in her side, a lucky shot that had disappeared inside the bottom gill slit. She sat with her back against the wall, hand full of blood as she applied pressure. She could make it back to the Marauder. She didn't need the girls to panic. She was short of breath, but managed to raise her voice enough they could hear it. “Back to the hidey-hole. We did our job.”

“Yes ma'am!” Cheered Hera.

Shiani could hear her and Omega talking excitedly, proud to have pulled this off together. It was heartwarming, and she'd have to tell Omega how proud she was later. Now she was just trying to stay conscious.

They landed about the same time a private shuttle did, the Marauder not far behind. Hera dove out of the upper hatch to get to her parents, tearing up immediately. Hunter walked over and caught Omega when she dropped out. “What the hell are you doing in a stolen shuttle?”

“We had to get creative.” Omega beamed. “It was Shiani's plan, I think it went well.”

He sighed and set her down, crouching to look at her. “... I'm proud of you.” He finally said. “You stood up for what you believed in, even against me, and followed through.”

She smiled, looking up as the bottom hatch opened and Chopper came barreling out beeping uproariously. Behind him, Shiani walked out slowly with one arm wrapped around her side and her tentacles dragging.

Hunter frowned. Something smelled odd, almost but not quite like blood… “Go say your goodbyes to Hera, Omega.”

Omega darted off, and Hunter looked at Shiani. Her all black clothes looked damp, around her mouth oddly blue. “Hey. You good?”

She nodded, eyes on the Marauder. He didn't quite trust it; so he went to talk to Cham Syndulla and kept her in the corner of his peripheral.

She dragged herself up the ramp to home. “Tech?” She mumbled.

“Just a moment, cyar’ika. We are about to take off. We need to go swiftly.” He called back from the cockpit.

“Okay. I’ll be in the medbay.” She replied.

The genius froze at that. “Echo come take over the cockpit.”

The cyborg quickly swapped spots with him as Hunter ushered Omega and Wrecker inside. Crosshair had shot at them leaving Lessu, so they needed to move as quickly as possible to avoid him coming after them somehow.

As Echo got them into the air, Tech got to the medbay. Shiani was on her feet at least, leaning over the gurney. “Cyar'ika? What is wrong?”

“Blaster.” She mumbled, relaxing her gill slits. At least a pint of blue blood splattered out onto her boots and the floor. “Sorry… Exit wound in ny back.”

Tech felt his blood pressure spike. “Lay down. Let me see.” He quickly helped her into the gurney. He'd panicked when the Zygyrrians hurt her before, because he was immobilized and unable to help her. This time he could do something. “Why did you not say anything over comm?”

“Babies would’ve panicked.” She said quietly as he carefully lifted the edge of her gill to look inside her chest. “My job is to protect them. Can't get back safely if they’re upset and make mistakes.”

“You did very well not to panic.” He rolled her to her other side to examine the exit wound below her shoulder blade. “The shot missed anything vital, fortunately. I am going to pull your shirt off, and I will need to use a syringe to get bacta into the wound.”

She nodded, wrapping her tentacles around the gurney rails to keep herself still. Tech peeled her top over her head and winced at the wet plop it made hitting the ground, saturated with blood. He worked quickly, getting a long needle and getting bacta in both ends of the wound. It was cold and stung, making her already discoloring skin go whiter. Tech then bandaged her securely and started cleaning her up. Her pants, socks, and boots were also full of blood so he stripped her entirely and wiped her down with a clean rag and water.

“How do you feel?” He asked once she was clean.

“Naked. Cold.” She mumbled back.

He grabbed a clean shock blanket and carefully wrapped it around her, carefully scooping her up. “I will be better able to monitor you in our bed.” He said softly.

Shiani rested her head on his shoulder and nodded. “Sorry… deviated from the plan you approved of.”

“This squad is best known for their deviant nature. You are simply proving yourself as one of us.” He walked them to the bunkroom, passing Hunter on the way.

“What happened?” He frowned.

“She was shot. I will launder her clothing and clean the medbay later, but she needs to rest.” Tech murmured. Hunter saw the barely constrained stress in his brother’s eyes.

“I'll take care of that. Look after her.” He patted Tech's arm. “You gonna be okay, Shiani?”

She nodded. “Sorry for changing plans.”

“Omega told me what happened. You did good.” He probably would have been a little harder on her if she wasn't hurt, but she had gotten the job done and protected Omega at her own expense. He couldn't be too angry.

Tech cut any further conversation short and took her to the bunkroom. He set her down only long enough to get her a pair of underwear and one of his rarely used rec shirts, slipping them on her over the bandaging before tucking her up into their bunk. He dumped his kit hastily and climbed up to join her. “You have lost a significant amount of blood. You must rest.”

Shiani cuddled to his chest, nodding. “You’re so warm.” She slurred as he pulled the blankets more firmly around her. It didn't take her long to fall asleep with all six limbs entwined over him to leech every little bit of body heat from him.

He gently stroked her head tentacles, mind racing. She needed protection. This injury could have been avoided if she'd only had armor. Even just a chest plate would be beneficial, seeing as too much weight would slow down the reflexes and maneuverability she relied on so much. He could design her armor, he should have done it sooner. His cyar'ika had to be kept safe. It was the only logical course of action.

#explict #original character #clone force 99 #star wars #the bad batch #fanfic #tbb tech #song of the sea

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The Spectacular N O W

Summary: You and Bucky have feelings for one another, that everyone can plainly see but the two of you. A mission goes horribly wrong and Bucky is faced with the reality that he may have waited too late. But when lovers are destined to be together something spectacular happens.

Pairing: Bucky X Reader

Word Count: 2335

Warnings: Steve Rogers says I should warn about bad language.

Sweat dripped from your hairline into your eyes as you and Nat stared each other down in the boxing ring. You were both currently tied and fighting to see who would come out on top this week, it was a weekly tradition that you had started shortly after joining the team.

"I'm stronger than you now red" You claimed triumphantly while holding your fist in the air, as you had Nat pinned to the mat beneath you. Your head snapped up to look at the doors as they opened, the sound of a familiar laugh catching your attention. The moment you saw Bucky walk through the door, his head thrown back as he laughed at something Sam said you felt your heart race for a completely different reason than training.

Nat took the opportunity of your weakened grip to flip you. You winced at the dull ache in your spine as Nat smiled at you. "Nope. I'm still stronger. I don't get distracted by a certain tall Super Soldier that goes by Sergeant Barnes" Her smile only grew as your face turned red.

"Nat he'll hear you" you whispered, glancing over to make sure he was still talking to Sam.

"Oh my God he's looking over here" you groaned, if possible your face turning an even deeper shade of red. Nat rolled her eyes as she got off of you and held her hand out to help you up.

"Honestly the two of you are impossible. He likes you just as much as you like him, if not more. But neither of you will ever admit it to one another. You and Bucky deserve to be happy, after everything you’ve been through. Why not allow yourselves to be happy? You spend every minute together that you're not on missions with the team. All the signs are there for the both of you to see but you tip-toe around one another" She said after a sigh.

"We do not spend every minute together" was the only thing you chose to respond to. You ignored the way your stomach fluttered at the thought that Bucky may possibly return your feelings. It sounded too good to be true even coming from Nat, who you trusted with your life and knew would never lie to you,

"Oh yeah? where were you last night"? she asked, a perfectly arched brow raising.

You sputtered and tried to think of an answer.

"Steve saw you go into Bucky's room" she whispered in your ear, a smirk lifting the corner of her lips. The hair on the back of your neck stood up, a shiver running down your spine and your eyes widened in horror at the thought that Steve would confront Bucky about it.

Bucky and Sam had just made their way over to you and Nat. Bucky's smile was gone when he saw the look on your face. He looked at you concerned, "Everything okay"? The question was short but you could hear the underlying uneasiness behind it.

"I'm good" was all you said and instantly felt bad as a look of hurt passed over Bucky's face.

"Well ladies if you don't mind we need to have a REAL workout. We don't go easy on each other like you do" Sam said, getting into the ring.

"Watch it Wilson, I can take you down in under a minute" Nat playfully glared at him.

"I go easy on you all the time" Bucky spoke up, making You and Nat laugh.

"You do not"

"Yeah I do, I don't use all the power in my arm" Bucky flexed his vibranium arm, black and gold shining brightly from the fluorescent lighting overhead.

"As much as we would love to stand here and watch you two bicker like an old married couple, we actually have something important to do," Nat said, grabbing your forearm and pulling you away.

You looked back in time to see Bucky give you a small smile and a wave.

It was around one am when you heard a soft knock on your door.

Bucky stood there, running his flesh hand down the back of his neck, it was something you noticed he did when he was nervous.

"Buck"? You questioned when he had not looked up when you opened

the door.

"Yeah. Oh.... Uh I'm sorry Doll." Bucky stammered out, a light blush on his cheeks.

You hoped he didn’t notice how you always got lost looking in his eyes, they always reminded you of the sky on a cloudless day, clear and blue.

"It's fine, Bucky. Come in" You moved out the way to let him in, he immediately went to sit on a plush chair that you had.

"Is something wrong"? He had been acting strange for the past few weeks. He always looked like he wanted to ask you something and he always looked slightly nervous around you. He had never acted like this before and you couldn't help but worry about your best friend.

"I uh....... I....... I wanted to ask you something" Bucky looked down at his feet, his blush darkening as he struggled to get out what he had so desperately been wanting to say to you.

He wished he was the same man back in the 1940's. The one that had no problems talking to a pretty girl. The one that didn't stammer over every word like a school boy talking to his first crush.

But

He couldn't help it.

You were you.

There would never be enough words in the dictionary to help him explain how much you meant to him and how much he lov-...... he was so scared to admit it. To admit that he whole heartily loved you. He was scared of rejection, of the way you may balk at the idea of being with him. Nothing scared him more than the thought that you would stop talking to him - that whatever was going on between the two of you would stop, that he would lose his best friend.

God he could feel his cheeks start to redden even more.

You probably thought he was an idiot.

"Bucky please. What's wrong?" He finally looked up, your eyes held nothing but concern in them. You didn't look annoyed or frustrated. He felt stupid for even thinking that you would look at him in disgust. You were the kindest person he knew.

"I-" He began, ready to confess but was cut off by your phone ringing.

"Bucky, I'm so sorry. Just give me one minute" You said, only answering after he nodded his head.

Bucky glanced around your room as you talked, taking in the soft periwinkle blue. All around your room were pictures of you and the rest of the team.

One with Steve at the New York City Parade, you pointing to a balloon that was supposed to be Captain America, a smile on your face as Steve blushed.

One with Sam at the local VA, your face painted as a butterfly, his as a tiger, and a huge grin on both of your faces.

One with Tony at one of his infamous gala's. You were wearing a low-cut black dress that clung to you in all the right places, Tony in a three piece black suit and your arms around one another as you laughed at something.

One with Nat at a local Children's hospital, the both of you taking turns reading a story.

But most of your pictures were of you and Bucky. He had been hesitant at first to take pictures but you assured him you would give him a copy.

One taken after you finally talked him into having something called a Caramel Frappa- something Bucky couldn't really remember the name of but you had laughed after he had taken the first sip and spit it out. Your laugh, a sweet melody that he never got tired of hearing.

One taken during a picnic together. You said he had to go because he couldn't stay in all day when it was so nice outside. The blades of grass had been itchy, the sun beaming down had made him sweat but it had all been worth it seeing you pull out his favorite foods with a blush on your face.

One taken at a butterfly festival - at least that's what he thinks you called it, a dozen butterflies had landed on his arm at once. It was back when he was scared to have it visible in public but you had convinced him to. The picture captured the moment you had told him "See Buck even they think your arm is beautiful". It was then - It was at that moment he had fallen hopelessly in love with you. You had been so carefree, where he had been sure people would stare at him like he was a freak or a monster.

"Bucky I'm so sorry but Fury just assigned me to a mission. I leave in an hour" you huffed out a breath, he couldn't help but notice you looked tired.

This would be the third mission in less than two weeks. SHIELD had been getting intel on new Hydra bases so the team was busy.

"I guess we need to get ready then" He said, already heading for the door to pack his bag.

"No, Fury is sending me and some new SHIELD agents. He said it will be easy and a good experience for them" You said throwing clothes in a bag.

Bucky frowned, he never liked when anyone went into a Hydra base alone.

You technically wouldn't be alone but new SHIELD agents weren't as prepared to handle things that may unexpectedly happen in the field.

"Bucky I'll be fine, I'll be back before you know it and we can finish our conversation" You said giving his stubbly cheek a kiss.

"Just promise me you'll be my eyes out there. You know how Sam is, he's always flirting with Nat instead of paying attention".

Bucky's smile didn't reach his eyes but he promised you he would, he always would.

When you made it back to the compound the first thing you were going to do was hug Bucky, the second thing was call Fury and yell at him for having the sheer audacity to make John Walker second in command.

He was undermining you about everything! It was driving you crazy.

It took a lot of planning to take down a Hydra base, Steve said the intel was good, that the informant had given good information on the past three raids.

John insisted he knew better, not to go in through the back but through the front because according to the informant there weren't that many Hydra agents. He insisted on using weapons that the new agents had not even got briefed on yet because according to him hands on learning is the best way to learn.

Well according to you John Walker was a piece of shit.

According to Bucky, who was talking to you through your ear piece, John was a dead man when your team made it back to the compound.

You held in your chuckle, but couldn't stop the smile forming on your face from hearing his voice through your earpiece.

"We see that smile Y/n, you aren't slick" Sam said, cutting off Bucky who was still ranting about you being on a mission with John.

Sam's words made you blush, and you were seriously considering moving hitting Sam up on your to-do list.

"Get Red Wing out of my face Sam or it's coming back in a box" You said, glaring at the machine.

You shivered, the Hydra base was located in the icy tundras of Siberia, it was carefully hidden away between the slopes of mountains making access to it incredibly difficult.

John was grumbling behind you about how you should have gone with his plan but you didn’t want to take any risk.

Red Wing flew overhead scanning the structure to see how many agents were inside.

“Guys we’ve got a problem” Sam said and you could hear the seriousness in his voice.

“Talk to me, what did you see?” You asked, already getting ready to think of a new plan of action.

“Well there’s a hell of a lot more Hydra agents than what we were initially told by that informant” after Sam spoke the line went quiet, you knew the team was looking at whatever Red Wing was able to capture and trying to think of what to do.

“I don’t like it. Come back” Bucky said, no playfulness in his tone.

“Buck we’re already here” You said with a sigh, you didn’t want to go back without completing the mission.

“I don’t care. This isn’t good. It’s dangerous and we shouldn’t risk it” Bucky had so badly wanted to say that he wasn’t willing to risk you, that you were too important but he couldn’t. Not when the whole team was listening in and he hadn’t told you his feelings yet, It needed to be a private conversation.

He could feel a knot forming in his stomach.

It just didn’t feel right and he could feel Steve watching him. He knew that look all too well.

He trusted Bucky’s judgment but on the other hand he didn’t want to lose this chance just because of Bucky being overprotective.

Steve trusted you, trusted that you could ultimately get the job done so he made the call, the captain’s call to move forward with the plan even when Bucky looked at him like he betrayed him.

He would have left right then but he couldn’t, not with your life on the line and so far away from where he could protect you from the same group that had kept him captive for over seventy years and brainwashed him into an assassin.

You looked at Red Wing’s camera knowing Bucky would be looking at the screen, you hoped you helped calm him down a little.

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Chapter 2 of a Dedf1sh fanfic I wrote

So I sort of disappeared for a little bit. I thought I would come back by posting the second chapter of that Dedf1sh fic I posted a while ago (which I still don't have a name for, so if you have any suggestions, I'd love to hear them!) Also I tried my best to write Iso Padre in this chapter, but I'm not sure if I captured his manner of speaking properly, so if something seems incorrect I am entirely open to constructive criticism.

Read it on ao3

Chapter 2 below!

(TW: Mention of blood)

(Side note: If there's ever a TW or CW that I miss, please let me know! I will not hesitate to add anything that needs to be added!)

Ahato woke up with a pain along their entire right side. They’d fallen off the seat and landed on the train floor. They picked themselves up and slung the large duffel bag over their shoulder. They’d probably gotten enough sleep. Looking around the train car, they noticed someone new was sitting in the room with them. A large grey scaly iso pod sat at near the door next to a suitcase full of… plushies? He seemed to be preoccupied by his thoughts.

“Excuse me?” Ahato asked, hoping to get his attention.

“Oh, hello young squire. I had noticed you were asleep on the floor and thought I would keep you company. Might I ask if you’re alright? I heard you fall but you didn’t wake up.”

“Yeah, I’m fine. Just really tired I guess. Thanks for asking. Who are you?”

“I have no memory of my name. I have spent so long here that I have forgotten.”

“Oh…” Ahato felt a sudden sting in their chest. What would they have to go through to forget their own name? A name is so special and important. “I’m so sorry.”

“It is quite alright. I may have forgotten much of my life, but I can still enjoy the little memory I have left.” Ahato stood there in silence for a moment. This man seemed to kind. They couldn’t tell exactly why, but they knew instantly that they could trust him. He’d been through so much. They were similar in that way. Two souls searching for what they lost so long ago.

“My name is Ahato,” they said, “I want to help you. What can I do?”

“Well, it’s not much, but I greatly enjoy when the test subjects here share their mem cakes with me. They’re the slices of memory that you earn from completing tests. They are my only link left to what it feels like to have my own memories.”

“I haven’t completed any tests yet… but I will share all my mem cakes with you once I do!”

“Thank you, Ahato. Good luck. And please, don’t push yourself too hard for me.”

***

Ahato stood at the entrance of the station. Everything was eerily quiet. C.Q. Cumber walked them through how to select their weapon and how CQ points worked before they entered the test.

At first it looked like a forest, but none of the trees seemed quite real. It was so quiet. The silence was so distracting, Ahato felt like every slight sound was amplified. If only there were some music or something to fill in the space. An octoling spawned on top of a large pillar and started to attack Ahato. Why were they attacking? And was their skin… green? Something was definitely off. Not to mention how much stronger this octoling seemed compared to most octoling soldiers they’d- Splat! Ahato respawned at the start of the forest. They were never a part of the fighting division in the octarian army, their specialty was in the medical unit. How were they supposed to fight when normally they did the exact opposite!? Ahato wanted to give up right there. They knew something was wrong with this place and these weird green octolings were definitely a part of it. How were they supposed to fight them? Then they remembered the kind isopod back on the train. They wanted to help him, and the only way to do that was to pass this test. They took a deep breath and trudged into the forest.

***

Ahato boarded the train, mem cake in hand, bleeding. After a while they gave up trying to fight and just tried to disarm the octolings. Turns out they were good fighters even without their weapons. But Ahato managed to do it.

“Oh Ahato! You’re hurt!” The isopod stood up, worried for the octoling’s wellbeing.

“I’m okay, really. I’ve had way worse,” Ahato sighed from exhaustion as they brandished the thin spongey mem cake they had earned. They didn’t look at it. Why, out of all of their memories, did it have to be that one? The isopod took the mem cake, seeing how obvious it was Ahato did not want to hold it anymore. The moment he took it he understood.

For my f1ngers, your blood a sheet.

1 stress to keep your heart a-beat.

But soon 1 must adm1t defeat.

“Ahato… are you alright?” The isopod asked.

“Yeah, I already told you. I’m totally fine, I just need to bandage up these cuts,” Ahato had already pulled a roll of gauze out of their bag and was wrapping it around their wounds.

“I don’t mean physically.”

They paused. That mem cake had revealed more than they wanted it to. “Don’t worry, really I’m okay.”

“If you need to talk, I'd love to listen.”

Ahato thought for a moment. When was the last time they talked to someone about anything past their work for that day? “That was when I learned that just because being a medic didn’t require me to be on the battlefield, doesn’t mean I would see any less death.”

“Was this your first time losing a patient?”

“Yes. They’d been shot by a charger from close range. Typically that would just splat you and then you’d respawn, but this one had been rigged so that it shot out projectiles rather than ink. It was designed after some ancient invention used for hunting I guess? It tore directly through one of their hearts, causing them to lose immense amounts of blood. I’d never dealt with damage from a weapon like that before, so I didn’t know what I could do. I watched them die. I still have nightmares about it.”

“I am so sorry that you had to go through that, Ahato. Saving people is never an easy job. I can tell you cared about it deeply.”

“I was never good enough to fight-” they paused to take an ibuprofen pill- “I couldn’t build machines or train new soldiers. Heck, I couldn’t even manage the weapons supply. Everyone in the army thought I was useless. I thought I would end up being a grave digger. But then the medical unit announced that they were understaffed and I got stuck there. I ended up loving it. I could help people.”

“You are a good person, Ahato.” The two went silent. It wasn’t the awkward silence that Ahato was expecting when they opened up about their past. It was more like a silence of understanding. Like there was nothing more that needed to be said because they both knew what the other was going to say already. It was nice. Ahato started to cry. The isopod hugged her. They sat like that for a long time.

***

“Do you mind if I come up with a name for you?” Ahato asked the isopod. “I know it won’t be like your real one, but I want to have something that I can call you.”

“I would be very grateful if you did. What would you like to call me?”

“Iso Padre. Because you kinda remind me of my dad.”

“Thank you.”

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