#and on one hand that was a survival mechanism that kept me on my feet during one of the worst times of my life. so props to myself there

[updownlately]

if you’re gonna waste my time (let’s waste it right)

| leah williamson x reader | hurt/comfort | 3.3k | disclaimer: mentions of anxiety, self loathing, negative thoughts, and depression -this delves into some slightly heavy topics so please read at your own discretion! | a/n: got this ask a while back and an idea struck to me while driving! first fic in a while that i've written in one sitting so let's see how this goes! honestly started off really strong but then idk where we went. anyways, not proofread as usual, but happy reading! take care amigos! and just know that each of you are loved, cared for, and cherished by those around you, even if you don't know it! 🫶

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Fight, flight, or freeze.

They say that every human has these three survival instincts built in.

Instincts meant to protect, to escape, but most importantly, to survive. 

Responses meant to make sure that one would make it out of harm’s way, preferably unscathed. 

Fight, the mechanism that evoked adrenaline. That helped you battle your way through the toughest of encounters. 

That did its best to make sure you were well equipped to tackle any scuffle, minor or major, to the best of your ability.

Flight, the mechanism that helped you run- escape before you couldn’t anymore. 

The one that ensured that you got out before you could be attacked- before you could be hurt.

And then of course, freeze. 

Rooted to your spot, immobile as harm directed itself towards you, one only praying that you could be so still that harm skipped right past you, practically avoiding you as you let it pass. 

Freeze, that left you with a pounding heart, blood rushing in your ears.

Freeze that meant you couldn’t move, body rigid, feet planted, mind stopped in time.

Freeze that kept you stuck. stuck in an endless loop of agony, of shaky breaths, of paralyzing fear.

Freeze, considered the weakest of the three. 

So as you stood there, eyes wide, muscles tense, body frozen, you cursed your mind and body with all that you could, wondering why of the three instincts, freeze was what you had done in order to try and survive.

~~~

There’s something terrifying about the voices that ring in your head.

How they so scarily sound similar to the people in your life, past and present.

Voices reminding you how you aren’t good enough. How you’ve let them down. How maybe if you weren’t there, the world would be okay. That it would move on without a hitch, without a second thought, because when it came to it, at the end of the day, maybe, just maybe, you didn’t really matter anyways.

Voices that sounded like your mother, reminding you of dark nights of you hidden in your room, the harsh words ringing in the four walls of your bedroom, what was supposed to be your safe haven, now tainted with feelings of regret, of disappointment, of outright disgust.

It’d be better if you didn’t exist.

Voices that sounded like your father, angry yells late into the night, enough smashed dishes that left your hands littered with scars that’d never cease to remind you, enough nights spent under your covers silently wiping tears as you prayed that you were quiet enough.

What a waste of air.

Voices that sounded like past coaches and management that knocked you back with each word spoken, each push forward sending you feet yards back, support that felt like hindrance more than anything.

You’d be lucky if you got to play past the little leagues. It’d be a miracle that’s for sure.

Voices that sounded like fans- people that were meant to support you- but you couldn’t force them to. Hundreds if not thousands of comments left, each asking for you to be traded. Hell, they’d take a sack of potatoes if nothing else. 

I can’t believe that we wasted our money on this. Can’t we just, I don’t know, get rid of her? She’s the reason we suck. Maybe if she was half a decent player we’d actually be somewhere in the league.

Comments that repeated your worth. Ingrained it into your mind. Over and over and over again. 

You weren’t good enough.

Sentences that etched themselves into the forefront of your thoughts, always ready to haunt you at the slightest notice. 

You weren’t good enough.

Not now, not ever. 

Not for your own mother or father, never mind your siblings. 

Not for your teammates, nor the fans.

It was a miracle you were even playing professionally in the first place.

God if they took one good look at you maybe they realized how poorly they fucked up by signing you. 

You weren’t a good footballer, barely even a decent one. How you managed to play for this long was a miracle.

They’d notice soon enough though. They had to. They always did.

They’d notice soon enough that you weren’t good enough.

And then?

Then you’d be left with nothing, as you always were.

~~~

You didn’t know when you were led inside to the locker rooms- when that absolutely terrifying moment of being in front of the opposing team’s stands had gone from you taking a corner to being absolutely pelted by random junk. 

From empty bottles (plastic thankfully), to empty food containers, balled-up programs, signs, merch, all being hurled your way, never mind the onslaught of assaults- the stands only repeating everything your mind ever told you, every, single, day. 

You didn’t hear when the ref blew their whistle, nor when the rest of the girls dressed in red crowded you, some chastising the fans along with the away team, others wrapping around you protectively, quickly leading you towards the benches. 

You weren’t there as you were subbed off, your mind still frozen, much like the rest of your body. 

All you knew right now was that you could smell the familiar scent of your girlfriend’s perfume as the heel of your palms pressed harshly into your eyes in an attempt to cease the uproar in your head. 

Breaths getting heavy, you tried your best to calm yourself down.

You weren’t a stranger to panic attacks, and even in your hazed state, you could very well recognize the oncoming situation.

Bringing your arms to wrap around your own stomach in a futile attempt to bring yourself some sort of comfort, you felt your breathing pick up as the sharp lights of the room seemed to get darker. 

Room spinning, the voices in your head louder, you could only bring your knees up to your head, body now practically in fetal position as you rode out the attack.

Even with the hundreds you’d had by now, you hadn’t been able to come up with an effective method to deal with them. 

So you sat there, huddled into a ball, body shaking, mind louder than ever as Leah stood above and watched helplessly.

The blonde had been there in the stands to watch you get abused, immediately making her way down to the pitch because ACL and league rules be damned, that was her girlfriend for fuck’s sake. 

She stood by the sidelines, ready to receive you as the obvious substitution occurred, an arm coming to wrap around you as she led your ghost of a body to the locker rooms.

She watched as you mindlessly sat in front of your locker, not a single word uttered from you, not a single response to the quiet comforting words the blonde had whispered to you gently in an attempt to rouse you from your clearly distressed state. 

She itched to reach out and touch you as she saw you slowly curl into a ball, you getting ever so smaller as she could only helplessly watch, you unknowingly  flinching the second she touched your shoulders in an attempt to comfort you.

It was only when your heavy breathing died down every so slightly, nearly fifteen minutes later if the blonde’s perception was right, that she tried again, slowly coming to sit beside you as she gauged your reaction. 

Seeing your shaking start to slow as well, she slowly wrapped an arm around your shoulder, her own body tense as she watched you stiffen up before you relaxed slightly, letting her pull you into her side as her other hand came to hold your left one.

And long after you had buried yourself into her side, body defeated with the rollercoaster of emotions you’d just experienced, too tired to think of any of the consequences of your actions, you let Leah led you- helping your pull on a hoodie and your jacket and change out of your cleats as she gathered the rest of your gear.

Helpless except able to nod in agreement as the blonde suggested you leave early from the game, you followed her quietly, not a word said from you, as she led you out of the ground and to her car, where you fell asleep within seconds.

It was only when the car pulled up to her house, a place you’d been to many times, your relationship long past new to the both of you, did you rouse, mind still not present and following the blonde.

Leah was good. You trusted Leah. Leah was safe.

The words repeating in your head, you believing they were true like all the other words that crossed your mind, you let yourself sleepily be led up the stairs and up to the ensuite. 

Standing there awkwardly as you slowly came to the situation, the lights in the washroom waking you up, your shoulders sunk as the embarrassment from earlier set in. 

God you were an embarrassment. First a panic attack in front of the English skipper, and now this- you stood helplessly in her bathroom like you were broken, waiting to be fixed.

You watched in dread as the blonde flitted around the joint closet, quickly gathering a change of clothes for you before she stacked them neatly on the countertop, handing you a towel and starting the shower, not meeting your eyes.

What you didn’t know was that she didn’t want to scare you off, intimidate you as her heart ached at the shameful look in your eyes.

“Take a warm shower, yeah? We’ll get you some food after, and then how about a nap?”

Unable to do anything but nod in response, your fear of upsetting the blonde, of anyone really, making itself known, you followed her instructions, locking the door as she left and starting to remove your sweat covered kit. 

~~~

It’s nearly twenty minutes later when you emerge from the shower, your dirty clothes held precariously in your hands, your eyes wide as you see Leah sprawled across her bed, scrolling aimlessly on her phone. 

A small smile unknowingly escapes you as you watch her nearly throw her phone, very much caught off-guard at your appearance.

Smile tightening quickly as you realized it rested on your face, your eyes met the ground, ears sharp as you noted the footsteps headed towards you.

Before you knew it, the mess of dirty clothes was swiftly taken from your hands, your gaze snapping up as you watched Leah take your dirty kit and toss it into her own hamper before turning to you. 

“Alright. I’d rather you eat, but I’m not going to force you to, yeah? We can take a nap, maybe just reset, or if you wanna sit down and watch a movie or a show we can do that too…how’s that sound?”

Feeling your eyes water at the blonde’s gentle tone, feelings still overwhelming from earlier, your sights met the ground again as you meekly nodded. 

Blood rushing in your ears, you felt the vibrations as Leah stepped towards you again, her hands gently taking yours. 

“Nap?”

Taking her chances at guessing which you preferred, the tender tone in her voice had you easily nodding again, tears you’d been trying to hold back now escaping. 

And as the blonde led you to her bed, you winced as the voices in your head picked up once again, mind baffled at why someone was treating you with this much kindness, this much care.

Choosing to ignore them for now, you smiled shyly at the sight in front of you, Leah having rounded the bed to go on ‘her’ side, the skipper tucked into the sheets, arms wide open as she shot you a soft grin, eyes sparkling with glee as she waited for you to join her. 

Gingerly approaching the bed, you hesitantly pulled back the covers, eyes meeting Leah’s every few seconds to make sure you were okay, before entering, unsure of whether you were allowed to hug the blonde (even if a part of you so desperately wanted to do so). 

Your question was answered for you, however, Leah was unable to see you lying down in such a stiff manner, taking matters into her own hands and hooking an arms around your waist and pulling you into her.

And as you slowly got comfortable, moving millimetres every minute until you finally found yourself resting with your head on her chest, arm wrapped around her midsection as her hand came to wrap around your waist, one running through your hair, you let yourself sink into her hold, brain quietening every so slightly as the familiar presence and scent had you relaxing.

It was only when you were on the verge of sleep, minutes later, did you hear Leah’s voice whisper into the air between you two, her lips pressing a tender kiss to your forehead as an apology as she realized her mistake of rousing you from your sleepy state.

“There’s a lot that goes on up there,” with a small nod towards the top of your head, she continued, “but it doesn’t have to stay there y’know?”

Holding her breath as she felt you shift slightly, you turning your body to listen better, she spoke again.

“I’d be more than happy to stay here and listen to you when you need it. Really, any of us would. All of the girls love you and care for you, and despite whatever people might say, you add to the team, yeah?”

Feeling you nod hesitantly at the words, Leah waited as she sensed your jaw move, anticipation killing her as you sounded out the words silently before they left your mouth- and even then, you winced slightly.

“I don’t want to be a burden…don’t wanna waste your time…”

There was something in the way the words quietly rolled off your tongue, no doubt said many times before, the sincerity behind them proving you meant them wholeheartedly- that you believed you were an inconvenience, that broke Leah’s heart.

You weren’t a burden. You weren’t.

She wondered if you’d ever seen yourself the way other’s saw you. If that coloured glass that you saw yourself through was tainted any other colour than black. Whether it was ever yellow so you’d see just how much of a ray of sunshine you were on the stormiest of days, often cheering up your shared teammates with just a single smile as you’d skip into the change rooms.

Or if you ever looked at yourself through the rose coloured glass, the same hue that would coat your cheeks as you’d interact with fans post-game, giving each and every one your undivided attention, making them feel special, and loved, and cared for.

Or whether you ever saw yourself through green, breathing life to even the dullest moments, standing tall, unwavering, as players would try to take you down on the pitch over and over again, you getting back up each time, a force to be reckoned with, one that not even the rainiest of days nor Mother nature could defy.

You weren’t a burden, and the blonde needed you to believe it, because it was the truth and nothing but the wholehearted, honest-to-god truth.

It’s why her honest admission just tumbles out, the words spilling before the defender could stop them.

“If I could hold you all night and all day, I would, without a single doubt or any hesitation.”

Her grip tightening on you as the words are spoken clearly and strongly, her placing a gentle kiss to your temple before continuing.

“If you think you’re gonna waste my time by talking to me when you aren’t doing well, then just know, that listening to you as I try and comfort you and get the chance to hold you in my arms? It’s the best waste of time I’ll ever have in my life. It’s one I’ll cherish till the end of time, because it’s never, and I mean never, a waste.”

Taking a deep breath in, the blonde felt you nod at her words, your own grip tightening around the blonde as you pulled yourself closer into her, closing your eyes in an attempt to believe her the best you could.

Leah could sense your struggle though, not ignorant to the way a small, trembling breath escaped you, frustration clear.

“You don’t have to believe me now, or any time soon really, but just know, it’s the wholehearted truth- and I’ll spend as long as you need reminding you, because you’re good enough. You’re more than good enough, and worthy of love, and a good life, and good things. You deserve love, even though your brain tries to tell you otherwise, yeah?”

When you didn’t say anything, it clear to the blonde that you were silently taking in her words, contemplating them, doing your best to believe them, she let you be, revelling in the silence as took in the feel of you being in her arms, one of her favourite feelings in the world.

The blonde could almost feel you turning her words over in your head, examining them from top to bottom as you inspected them for any indication of a lie, surprised when there wasn’t one.

Content with the way you hadn’t spoken out yet in disagreement, Leah decided to take her chances and bite the bullet.

Proposing her next idea, the blonde held her breath in anticipation, heartbeat slowing dramatically as she hoped you’d agree to her words.

“I’ll always be here to hold you, but I think it might just help if we see a professional, yeah? You and me, both of us, we’ll go, and just give it a crack?”

Feeling your hesitancy this time, the blonde pulled you closer to her gently, turning onto her side as her eyes met yours. 

One hand now carefully resting on your cheek, she placed a loving kiss on your forehead, then your nose before continuing. 

“Three sessions is all I ask. If you don’t want to go after that, then I won’t ask again, ever. But, just give me three sessions, and I’ll be there for each one if you want, and if nothing changes, then you’re off the hook, deal?”

There was an audible sigh of relief that escaped Leah’s lips as you hesitantly nodded in agreement.

Deciding that that was good enough for the time being, Leah smiled softly to herself, more than happy with any baby steps of progress being made.

“Just want you to love yourself the way the rest of us love you. The way I love you…”

The words were punctuated with another gentle kiss on your head, this time her lips lingering as you both basked in the touch, the blonde well aware that physical touch was your love language. 

Nodding to yourself as your girlfriend’s arms wrapped around you at the end of her sentence, heart feeling just a tad bit lighter as her embrace sucked you in, you let out a sigh of relief at the quiet in your mind and warmth in your chest.

Snuggling further into Leah’s hold, you let out a shaky breath as the emotions of the day filtered out of you, you weren’t going to lie, you were terrified for the future- absolutely scared shitless for what it held. But, with Leah by your side, on your team, cheering you on, a spark of hope nestled quietly inside you, filling you with a refreshing breath, a new goal to work towards.

Not now, not soon, but slowly and surely, you’d work your way through this. You wanted to. for your sake and hers.

After all, with your girlfriend to remind you that you were human, someone that could live and not just survive, maybe you could finally teach yourself it too.

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[candycandy00]

Roses in the Sky - An Original Alien x Reader Story Part 3

In a future where humanity huddles in decaying domed cities controlled by alien invaders, you and your best friend Anna work as make-shift nurses in a tiny clinic run by the young doctor Terrian. The city is ruled by the aliens' violent, half-breed offspring who serve as brutal overseers. You and Anna have always tried to avoid these overseers at all cost, but your life is changed when one of those same terrifying offspring is brought into the clinic, injured and unconscious.

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6

This is an original Alien (well half alien) x Fem Reader story! I hope everyone who enjoys my fanfiction will give this a shot! Any feedback whatsoever would be loved! I’ve already written this story so it’s not going to delay my fanfics. Just thought I might post chapters of this between fanfics if anyone is interested.

Slow burn, as this is a novel-length story, but there will be smut in later chapters! Also: violence, blood, rape attempts, death of side characters, etc.

You stood outside Anna's door the next morning, holding the little girl's hand. When the door opened, Anna looked curiously at her. "Who's this?"

"This is Miranda," you told her. "Her parents were attacked by half-breeds last night and she ended up with me. I thought you two should meet."

Anna stared down at the little girl, who was looking at her feet as she squeezed your hand. "Oh," Anna said, then dropped to her knees beside the girl and wrapped her arms around her.

Miranda's hand slipped free of yours and her little arms went around Anna, struggling to return the hug. Her body began shaking with sobs and she cried loudly into Anna's shoulder.

"It's okay, honey," Anna murmured, tears forming in her own eyes. "I'll take care of you now."

You stood back silently until Miranda stopped crying and Anna led her inside, then you followed the girl into the apartment.

Anna's place was cute and quaint, reminding you of the pictures you once saw in old home improvement magazines Terrian used to keep lying around the clinic. You didn’t know how she kept it so clean. The walls and furniture were faded, but had clearly been very bright and cheery at one time. 

"So how did Miranda survive?" Anna asked, sitting down at the table beside you and handing you a cup of weak tea.

You took a sip. "Remember the half-breed Terrian brought in yesterday? He was the one who killed her parents."

"I told you he was dangerous!"

"Yeah, but he let Miranda go because he owed us for saving him."

Anna sat her cup of tea down. "You mean you interfered with a punishment? And a half-breed actually listened to you?"

"I was surprised myself," you answered, taking another sip. “I was so scared, I was crying like a baby. But I took a chance and it worked out.” 

“You better not try anything like that again,”

Anna warned you. Then she glanced at the clock on her wall. “We’d better get to the clinic.”

After Anna showed Miranda around the kitchen and told her to help herself to anything in the refrigerator, she locked the door and instructed the girl to keep it that way until she came home.

"Sorry to dump her off on you," you said as you and Anna walked together toward the clinic.

"No problem. It'll be nice to have someone around. The nights are pretty lonely, you know."

You nodded. "I know." You turned your eyes toward the giant mechanical tower that stood in the direct center of Gallica. It was visible from every single spot in the city, as it loomed over everything as a symbol of the Pagoda. You frowned at the menacing construct. "It's too bad we can't just blow it up."

Anna followed your gaze to the tower and immediately held a finger to your lips. "Shhh! You know better than to say something like that in public!" she whispered furiously. "Do you wanna get ripped up by the half-breeds?"

You pulled Anna's hand away. "I know, I know. But it's like they're mocking us with that stupid tower."

"That stupid tower keeps the dome up. If we blow it up, we all freeze to death."

You looked down an alley toward the wall of the dome, where you could faintly see snow blowing wildly around on the other side. You sighed and kept walking. There was nothing you could do, nothing anyone could do.

Walking by the various alleyways and streets brought back painful memories. You could almost see yourself as a teenager, huddled under a streetlamp with Anna, eating whatever you could steal.

But you could also still see Terrian reaching out his hand to you both. You pushed the negative thoughts to the back of your mind and walked the rest of the way to the clinic with Anna.

It was a couple of days later when the front door of the clinic swung open and the half-breed you and Terrian had fixed up returned. He was back in his uniform, topped off by a dark beret that pressed his black hair down over the lone green eye. You stared at him as he walked toward Terrian. He was no longer the wounded young man in polka-dot pajamas, but an unfeeling monster in black.

There was a knot in your stomach, and you looked over at Anna, who was frozen stiff. "Anna, come on, let's tend the other patients," you told her, taking her hand.

"That bastard killed Miranda's parents," Anna whispered.

You nodded. "I know, but there's nothing we can do now. Let's go."

Terrian stepped out from the bedside of a nearby patient when the half-breed neared him. "Ah, Mr. Vartan! You came back for your check-up!"

The half-breed, who had apparently signed his patient form as Vartan, nodded.

Terrian led him through the swinging doors and into the back room. Some of the patients who were conscious drew in sharp breaths as Vartan walked by them, looking at him with terror written across their faces. You felt bad for them.

Just when you thought things had calmed down, a few minutes after Terrian and Vartan had left the room, Terrian poked his head through the swinging doors and asked you to bring some more bandages. You frowned to him, but gathered up the bandages and walked through the swinging doors.

Vartan was sitting on a cot, his jacket and shirt discarded and his torso again exposed. At least this time he was wearing pants.

He looked young as he sat there, a little younger than the twenty-three years of age he had written on the patient form. Shirtless and wearing the beret made him look strangely like some sort of male stripper. Dare you even think it, he almost looked cute.

Terrian removed the bandages and examined the wound. It had already mostly closed up, healing rapidly with the amazing Pagoda blood. He carefully cleaned the area, examined it for infection, then dressed it with fresh bandages.

"Take these off in a couple of days. If the wound looks fine, you don't need to put anymore on. If there's any bleeding or discoloration, come here immediately."

Vartan nodded, pulling on his jacket. He paused, looking at you. "Is there a problem?"

You blinked. "What?"

"You have been staring at my chest the whole time you have been here. Is there a problem I should be aware of?"

You went red. You hadn't even realized you were staring. "Oh, no, I'm sorry!"

Terrian looked at you in surprise, then looked back to Vartan. "You'll have to forgive my nurse. She's not used to seeing such finely crafted male bodies. The lot we get in here are very different from you."

"Doctor!" Your face was now burning with embarrassment.

Terrian laughed, and Vartan seemed just a little confused. You were deeply upset. How could Terrian be so casual with a half-breed?

Vartan buttoned his jacket, thanked Terrian again, nodded to you, and left out the back door. Terrian grinned. "Wow, he's so polite!"

"Polite?! I saw him tear a woman's head off the other night!"

"Well, he's still a half-breed after all. At least we're safe. He seems to like us, you in particular."

You were placing the left over roll of bandages in a cabinet. "Me?"

"You haven't noticed?” Terrian asked. “He keeps looking at you. Maybe he thinks you're cute!"

You went pale. "That's not exactly a good thing, Doctor. You know what the half-breeds are like."

"But you obviously think he's cute," Terrian said, still grinning.

"I do not!"

"Couldn't keep your eyes off him."

"I was looking at his wound!"

Terrian laughed. "Why deny it? It would certainly be novel, a half-breed with a willing human."

"I don't like him!" you suddenly screamed. "He killed Miranda's parents! If we hadn't saved his life, he would've killed me too!"

"That's all true, but haven't you ever wondered? How much their human side affects them? I don't think they've ever had relationships like we have. I don't think they understand the concept of family. Maybe if they could experience that, it would awaken the humanity in them."

"But Doctor, how can you make excuses for them? They killed your father, didn't they?"

Terrian looked down, his glasses slipping down his nose. "You're right. Sorry, it was just wishful thinking."

The day wore on, just like the other days before it. You, Anna, and Terrian tended patients, joked with each other, and allowed yourselves to forget about the outside world. And when the working day was over, you parted ways and returned home.

Anna's apartment was on the other side of town, where Miranda was at home waiting for her. Terrian lived in a large house a few blocks away, but spent the night at the clinic whenever a critical patient was brought in. He had often asked you girls to move into his home, but you both had the desire for a little independence, at least for as long as you could maintain it.

You entered your apartment that evening, flipping on the light in the small living room and locking the door up tight behind you. The room was dirty, no matter how many times you cleaned it. It seemed like a thin layer of filth covered the whole city, and no one could get rid of it.

There was no television, not for the past twelve years. Your memories of it had become vague over time. Sometimes you and Anna went to Terrian's house to watch old films. As interesting as they were, you found them depressing. People were usually happy in those movies, enjoying a world you didn’t remember, and you couldn't relate to them at all.

There was an unused stove in the corner of your kitchen and a small refrigerator stocked with items like fruit, vegetables, butter, cheese, and rarely some form of meat. You counted yourself extremely fortunate to have what little you had, as produce was quickly becoming a scarcity. The Pagoda managed resources in an extremely strict manner, and even private gardens had been taken over. 

You unpacked your things from the duffel bag, then changed into pajamas. You fixed herself a glass of water, placed it on your bedside table, and went to bed. The sheets were cold without the warmth of another person, but you had gotten used to that.

Sleep came slowly to you, and then you were haunted by violent nightmares filled with screams and blood and the half-breed Vartan killing Miranda's father. And then suddenly Miranda morphed into Anna.

"Why didn't you save me too?" Anna demanded, looking up at you with blood all over her face, "Why didn't you save me like you did Miranda?!"

You backed away from her until your back hit a stone wall. "I'm sorry... I'm so sorry, Anna! I didn't know you then!"

Anna shook her head. "That doesn't matter. I needed you. I needed to be saved!"

She came closer, until she was inches from you. Finally, she reached out and wrapped her hands around your throat, choking you.

You awoke with a jolt, sitting up in bed and clutching the sheets in your fists. Sweat dripped down your back. Nightmares like that were surprisingly rare for you. Generally, you dreamed of your parents or of the clinic. 

You never got back to sleep that night, and so you were early to work the next morning, even before Terrian or Anna arrived. Terrian came first, unlocking the doors and letting you in, followed soon after by Anna. You and Anna changed into your uniforms while Terrian checked the patients. But just as you walked through the swinging doors, you heard the front door of the clinic bust open.

All of you looked up just as three half-breeds, two men and one woman, walked in. They scanned the main patient area with their two-color eyes, then looked at Terrian. 

One of the men spoke with the same mechanical voice Vartan had. "We've received reports that you are harboring those who escaped punishment. Everyone in this building is now officially interfering with punishment.”

Terrian pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose again. "Girls, I want you to run far away from here. Right now."

Anna started toward him. "But Doctor..."

"RUN!" he screamed, and you grabbed Anna's arm, dragging her toward the back entrance. As the two of you made it through the swinging doors, you began to hear screams and cries, glass breaking, and the sound of Terrian's voice as he yelled for the half-breeds to stop.

#alien x reader #alien x human #x reader #x reader stories #original x reader #original fiction #alien x you

[flower-of-zaun]

CAPTIVATED

CHAPTER 1 | CHAPTER 2

Silco x Fem!Reader A young woman named Xylia, rises from the depths of The Sump, ready to take down the source of shimmer and liberate Zaun. Her plans go awry and is captured by Silco. Her life is now in his hands, constantly controlled, living a life of servitude.

Will she escape the mighty Eye of Zaun?

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT TRIGGER WARNING: Death, violence, dark themes

This is a rewrite of a story I started last year. Enjoy. AO3 Link

Chapter 1: Bottom of The Pit

“Where the Sump Rats gather, trouble tends to stir.”

That is what my mother used to say before I would go outside into The Lanes to play. She forbade me to go into the lower levels. She tried so hard for me to make friends in the upper levels, even getting me into a pristine school in Piltover. Too bad top-sider’s can smell a rat dressed in cheap clothing. I could never fit in up there, but the people of the fissures, they never judged. Mother tried her best to keep me from the darkest parts of the under-city, but that was all in vain. Once the Lung Blight took her from me, I lost everything.

Just another young Sump Rat, left on her own within the darkest levels of the city and her psyche.

“Where the Sump Rats gather…” I huff as I pull up my mask and adjust my burlap tote on my shoulder.

The fumes coming from the pump station were especially strong tonight; they were in overdrive. The tinny scraping of the large mechanical arms echoed through the fissures. The constant hum of the machines usually kept me awake all night, but tonight it brought me comfort; it would drown out the voices of resentment and keep our plans of rebellion to ourselves.

In this area the only audible thing other than the grinding of the fissure gears was the light splatter of my boots on the damp cobblestone. The green haze that generally lingered was thick and low and just walking through the fog made my clothes damp from the mist. It kept people inside where they could stay warm and away from the worst of the exhaust.

A perfect night to execute our plan.

I made my way to my apartment, walking just faster than I normally would. I fought to keep my breath even, but my heart still beat rapidly in my chest and paranoia crept up the back of my neck the closer I got to my front door.

With a quick turn of my key I swiftly step past the threshold and slam the door closed. I rest my back against it and drop my chin to my chest, taking in one long deep breath. As I exhale, the ringing in my ears fades and the grinding of the fissure machines fill my small home once again.

The gathering is soon.

The last before we finally take action.

I pace from wall to wall, clearing personal items to free up chairs and crates for seats. There were about twenty in our team, each of them sick of Shimmer and how it was affecting everything in the under-city. The drug was flooding the streets like plague, ripping apart the delicate ecosystem of the fissures and its people. We had to survive down here. All of the people had looked out for one another, but now the fight for another glowing purple vial seemed to be more important than the fight for your neighbor.

I couldn’t take it anymore. Something had to be done.

A sudden knock made me jump. With a quick glance over the room, I approach the door to let in my first visitor. I looked through the peephole to see a familiar figure standing in the hallway. I rushed to let them in. 

“Ryot! You’re actually on time for once,” I giggle and pull the man in for a hug.

“Wouldn’t miss this for anythin’, Xylia,” he says as he pulls down his mask, “I wanted to get here early, just incase I needed to save ya from gettin’ cold feet,” he grins as he tilts his head forward slightly.

“No need for all that,” I sigh as I push his forehead causing him to smile and stand at full height, “I’m ready, dude,” I reassure him. “Let’s just review the game plan, make sure this is fool-proof.”

I knew I could count on Ryot; he has been there since the beginning. He grew up in The Sump and when it became my permanent home, he was the first one to take me under his wing. He taught me how to fight, to scavenge, to survive in the fissures. He was a long lost brother, gifted to me when I had nothing left, and I was grateful he had my back.

Ryot was also fed up with the Shimmer situation. The both of us had spoken about saving up and getting out of the fissures, climbing to The Lanes, but the drug was working its way up anyway. It was just as bad above us, and that's when we both decided; instead of running away, we would fight the problem at its source.

We would go after The Eye of Zaun. 

Walking into the lion’s den seemed like a deathwish, but we had carefully planned the attack. Months of following leads, sleepless nights of reconnaissance work, just to track down The Eye.

The man was an industrialist named Silco. He had been in power since I was a child. He fed the people of the under-city false hopes of being liberated from Piltover while simultaneously crippling them with a steady stream of Shimmer. If we take him out, the empire he built will topple. It seemed so simple, one person’s life to liberate a nation, but that was just talk. Liberating Zaun would take dedication and cunning.

Ryot had lost himself in the blue prints that were scattered across the table.

I could tell he was worried, his thick eyebrows furrowed as he nervously toyed with one of his long locs.

His golden eyes scan the documents, them flickering as he takes in every last detail, talking under his breath as he scribbles notes.

Sitting beside my brother, I put a hand on his shoulder before working to sort out the last of our plans before the others were to arrive.

It didn’t take long until each member of our team was present and there was a low humming of conversation. I step onto my table and suddenly the conversation goes silent and all eyes are on me.

“Tonight we gather to save our people.” I pause for a moment, trying to find the right words. I falter a moment before noticing Ryot close beside me, looking up at me with an encouraging smile before giving me a single nod. With a deep breath I continue, “Shimmer has become an epidemic, ravaging our city and I am tired of Piltover turning a blind eye. Refusing to help us. Instead, we shall be the ones to save our once great nation. Tonight we strike The Eye of Zaun down from his seat of power!”

As the entire room cheers Ryot helps me down from the table and a few people come and embrace me. 

“Why should we follow you on this fuckin’ suicide mission, aye?” The moment was cut short once another voice from the back of the room cut through the celebration.

“Excuse me?” Ryot turns toward the source of the voice.

“You heard me,” the voice comes again. It’s grovely, but familiar. The pale skinned half-elf pushes past the few at the back of the room and stops at the center. “I get what we are fightin’ for, but if we step foot in that place…” he says as his gaze moves from Ryot’s eyes to mine. “She’ll get us all killed.”

“Devexian,” Ryot says sternly, taking a single step toward him.

The room is silent as every face looks between the two men for their next move.

Devexian straightens his posture and looks down just slightly to Ryot who takes another step toward him.

“Do you remember when those carts of Shimmer would be hauled through our streets every day?” Ryot says calmly, taking another step toward Devexian. “Do you remember how people would crowd them everyday, waiting for one of His men to take pity on one of them and toss them a vial? Until somebody was fuckin’ dumb enough to try to take from them?” Ryot takes the final step to close the distance between the two men. His head is craned upward to make eye contact. 

“Do you remember how many people died that day, Devexian?”

Devexian’s adam’s apple bobs up and down with a loud gulp.

“Do you see those carts around anymore? Hm?” Ryot asks again, but before Devexian could answer Ryot chuckles. “Do you think they just left on their own?”

Devenxian’s silent as his glance shifts over Ryot’s shoulder to me.

“Ahhhh, yes,” Ryot sighs, “You got it,” he encourages before stepping to the side so he is no longer standing between me and Devexian.

“Xylia is why they are gone,” Ryot says in a flat tone, his playful smile gone. “She organized us. She rallied us together and made those Shimmer pushers too scared to use our streets,” he says as he returns to my side.

Devexian nods and looks down before taking a step back.

“My sister is not your enemy,” Ryot says toward him, but then looks around to address the room. “The slimey excuse of a human being that thinks himself big enough to call himself The fuckin’ Eye of Zaun. Is. Our. Enemy.”

The energy in the room spikes. Voices ring in agreement.

Ryot looks toward me with a smile.

“He’s right,” I say and step forward. “We have our target. And our plan. We will fight like we have every single day of our lives down here in the Sump,” I extend an encouraging look toward Devexian and he nods, “and we will win.”

***

The music could be heard outside of The Last Drop, the steady rumble of the bass thumped through the street. Standing beside the entrance, I basked in the glow of the green lights that illuminate the front of the building. I nervously tap my foot to the beat of the music, watching my people slowly enter the bar as I wait for Ryot to join me. He had stayed behind, claiming having to tie up some loose ends and make some last minute preparations, but he was taking longer than expected.

“Typical. He shows up early, but fuckin’ late when its time to get shit done.” I grumble, biting my lower lip as I flick the ashes from my cigarette before taking another long drag. As the minutes pass, my anxiety builds. We had a small window of time to attack and every single minute was indispensable.

During our reconnaissance missions we had noticed that over the past few weeks Silco had been on the move; never staying in one spot for too long. It seemed like he was planning something big, we just couldn’t figure out what it was. Shimmer shipments were moving steadily and our inside sources told us he had gotten the rights for a few more mines. That was normal, which made Silco’s off moves even more unsettling.

Looking down at my watch I let out a heavy sigh. Ryot needed to be here fifteen minutes ago. If we are any later, we have to pull our people out and who knows if they’ll even come back, or worse, Silco could be onto our plans and retaliate before we can regroup.

“Yo, Xy!” A familiar voice calls for me.

I could see the silhouette of Ryot in a nearby alleyway, his amber eyes almost glowing in the darkness. I drop my cigarette to the ground and step on it as I quickly walk up to him, already annoyed with his tardiness. “Where the fuck have you been Ry?!” I hissed.

“Like I said, last minute preps, dude.” He says with a grin, pulling a small device from his pocket.

“What’s that?” I ask while starting to reach for it, but he quickly pulls it away.

“Be careful!” He snaps, shaking his finger at me. “I spent the last few minutes rigging some explosives to the bar, just in case shit gets hairy. We’ll have an escape plan for our escape plan.”

My annoyance instantly melted away and I wrapped my arms around him, “You mean a plan B?”

“Yeah, plan B or whatever,” he giggles, playfully pushing me away. “Now c’mon, we don’t got much more time left.”

We both walk toward the entrance of the bar, “It’s now, or never,” I say brazenly.

“Now or never, sis.” Ryot chuckles, wrapping his arm around my shoulders, ushering me inside.

Walking into The Last Drop, we were immediately surrounded by colored smoke; a thick haze that seems to be consuming the whole building. It took a moment for my eyes to adjust. The green neon lights illuminated the haze, making the patrons into shadow-like ghosts dancing around the bar.

Ryot breaks away, giving my shoulder a comforting squeeze before he disappears into the fog.

I am still a moment, just watching his silhouette moving between the maze of tables before he finally lowers into a seat. Once I saw that he was in position I took a deep breath and made my way toward the bar. Taking a seat, I wave the bartender down. “Oi! Oi!” I try to yell over the music.

The bartender quickly glides toward me, throwing a hand towel over his shoulder as he says, “Wot can I get cha dearie?”

“Whiskey on the rocks, make it a double,” my voice strains as I try to talk over the music, “and open a tab!”

The man began making my drink. I watched him intently, trying to distract myself from the anxiety that was building in my stomach.

He placed the drink in front of me with a smile and began taking other drink orders from the people around me.

My heart pounds in my ears as I look down at the drink in my hand, the beat of my blood rushing through my veins nearly drowning out the music around me. I knew I had to act now or it would be too late. I took a deep breath as I leaned back against the bar, propping my elbows on the marble countertop. I needed to calm down. Anxiety meant impulsive choices and tonight we couldn’t afford any risks or mistakes. 

I was about to take a sip of my drink when something caught my eye; a slender man standing on the upper level of the bar. His eyes scan over the area below as he rests his forearms on the railing until his dual-colored gaze met my own. 

I froze.

Silco, the mighty Eye of Zaun, was looking at me. His fiery eye seemed to burn through my soul. 

Something told me to run; to call the whole thing off, gather everyone up, and bring them to safety. The tension in my body threatened to snap until that fear began to fade. The shaking in my bones calmed and a snarl creased harder on my face as a different feeling began to bubble to the surface.

Hate.

Hate for the man that caused me and my people so much pain. Even though we are already under the oppressive boot of Piltover, he still managed to profit off our suffering and make our lives even worse. I couldn’t back down now. The Eye of Zaun was here, everyone was in position, and we were ready to fight back. He cocked his head as he looked down at me with a curious grin. Anybody subject to his searing gaze would have turned away in fear by now, but I stood my ground.

I will not live in fear of him anymore.

Suddenly his glance shifts away and he straightens himself before stepping back into the shadows. With a smirk I quickly drink the glass of whiskey. I take a deep breath as its warmth runs down my arms and pools in the pit of my stomach before spreading throughout my body. I hold my drink for a moment, tapping my index finger against the glass, before suddenly slamming it on the ground. 

“FOR THE UNDERCITY!” I cry out across the bar. The glass explodes the instant it hits the floor. Conversation immediately stops as nearby patrons turn their attention toward the glass shards at my feet.

“Aye! The fuck ya think your doin’ ya brat?!” The bartender screams.

I reach for the dagger in my belt as I quickly turn on my heel toward the hot breath behind me. In an instant it lodges itself just between his eyes with a sickening crunch, sending the man crumbling to the ground like a rag doll.

Then suddenly, five more bodies drop, their necks cut from ear to ear by Ryot and a few others who had started their movement with the signal of the shattering glass. At that moment, time seemed to slow down. 

It was time to tear this place to the ground.

The room explodes into chaos and the two guards that were standing just inside the entrance come hurtling toward me at lightning speed, much faster than they should for how bulky they are. I raise my arms to brace for impact just before Ryot and Devexian collide with the two large men, bringing them to their knees before snapping their necks in one fluid motion.

In one fell swoop Ryot slips a dagger from his waist and tosses it in the air with a little flourish before catching it and extending his arm just as a woman steps close enough to be caught on his blade.

“Aahg!” the woman cries.

“Xylia! Find Silco!” Devexian commands as he raises an arm to block an incoming dagger. 

“We got it from here sis! Go!” Ryot barks and takes out his gun. He gives me a reassuring wink before shooting bullets into the other guards. 

I proudly smile at him before dashing into the crowd. Bodies and fists are crashing together as people flow through the exits, trying to escape the carnage. As I weave past fighters I duck into a corner near the bottom of a large stairway and turn back toward the destruction.

We are tearing through The Eye of Zaun’s army like paper. With each hit from the opponent, two of them drop. We came with blades and gunpowder and the amount of bodies on the floor proved how unprepared they were for our ambush. Everything is going according to plan. Now was the most crucial step of our plan, a piece that I trusted only with myself; the finishing blow to their leader to end this madness once and for all.

The guards that had been posted at the bottom of the stairs were now bleeding out in the middle of the bar. I take two steps upward, watching behind me to make sure I don’t catch the attention of anybody behind me. With stealth, I make it to the upper level of the bar where it was much darker, but luckily had less of the sickly green haze that made it difficult to see.

Still crouching, I take a moment to adjust to the dim lightning, allowing my irises to relax and further open to let in any and all bits of light. I felt like a predator on the hunt for its prey. With a slow breath in I dash to where I last saw the target, searching for any trace of him.

Searching the area I found a small hallway, barely shielded by thick curtains. Just as I step forward and cautiously bring my hand to the thick velvet…

BOOM

There is a loud blast that vibrates through my rib cage as I fight for balance while the building seems to sway.

“Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!” I hiss as I stand from my crouch to turn around, clutching the railing as I look down into the green cloud of dust and debris. How did things go south so quickly? But I had just gotten up here? We had every guard on their ass! We had done everything right!

Pulling my pupils tight again, I focus on the shadows that push and pull the smoke until I recognize Ryot’s glowing golden eyes near the exit.

He looks terrified. Something was wrong, so very wrong.

I fought the urge to run to him as more of Silco’s fighters blocked their retreat.

Only one bomb had been triggered out of the supply Ryot had rigged, so he must still have confidence in the plan? Right?

My grip on the railing tightened as I watched what was left of my team pull back from the exit as Ryot led them to the other end of the bar, but Silco’s followers were close behind.

“They knew we were coming!” An unknown voice shrieked and my heart dropped into my stomach.

No. We had been so careful not to let things slip. Everyone was a long time friend or trusted acquaintance. There was no possible way they could have known we were coming.

Watching everyone try to run away, sent me into a panic. I needed to act fast. If I didn’t get to The Eye of Zaun now, he wouldn’t just send his men after us. He would spend the rest of his days hunting us down like common vermin until the threat was terminated.

Each of us knew the risks. We all understood that whatever happened in the bar was second only to the ultimate goal. For me to make it to Silco and kill him.

Silco would not triumph. We needed to stay in this fight.

With one last look I turn away from the railing, slipping my hands into the slit of the heavy curtains before darting down the hall while doing my best to keep my footsteps quick and nimble. The Eye was within my reach, the blueprint of The Last Drop almost overlapping my vision as I flit to the last door on the left.

I could finally bring this war to an end. 

This fight couldn’t be for nothing.

I stand before a dark wooden door, and for a moment I hesitate. I know whatever lies behind this door could either free everyone from the Eye’s oppressive grip on the Under City or kill me. I twist the door handle and the clicks open, the pale green light of the neons shining through the crack. I take a deep breath in before I take out my dagger and-

CRACK!

The feeling of metal hitting the back of my head, caused me to lurch forward, falling to my knees. My vision now hazy, so I turn to look at my attacker.

CRACK!

I do not get the chance, I am plunged into total blackness.

***

A bolt of white hot pain flashes across my chest, my eyes shoot open and I try to scream for Ryot, but all I can manage to do is let out a panicked whimper of pain. I look down to see my top stained red. I try to bring my hand to the cloth to check on the wound underneath, only to struggle against the rusted metal clamps restraining my forearms and the rope that kept my calves tight to the legs of the chair.

“Fuck!” I grunt as I try to pull my arms out of their confines, but even my slim hands can’t be pulled through the steel cylinder.  My eyes flash upward. I’m in a small room with a burning torch hung beside the large wooden door. The walls are a mix of stone and metal, dusty and dank. I pull my head as far as I can to my right in an attempt to look over my shoulder and behind me, but just as my chin meets my shoulder my right collar bone cracks. The scream that left my body shook my bones and echoed in the small cellar of a room. I drop my head, panting and trying to stay as still as I can as the fire of my movement dulls to a throbbing ache.

Suddenly the large wooden door swings open and hits the hall behind it, the speed of the movement almost blowing out the torch.

“You’re finally awake,” a deep and grainy voice says as it’s figure ducks under the door frame and lifts the torch from it’s casing on the stone.

“Fuck off!” I spit as far as I can, my loogy making it just in front of the man’s feet. “Where am I!?”

The man closes the door before turning back toward me, his wide gate allowing him to approach me in only two steps. With him closer and holding the torch I can now see his face. His skin is a pale blue and he’s covered in black geometric tattoos. He leans in closer, “The vermin wants to know where she is,” he chuckles and a lighter voice joins behind him.

I gasp and strain against my bindings as another figure comes into view. 

They had short dirty blonde hair that went every which way like they went at it with a pair of sheers and no mirror. Their face is dusty and as they approach the larger figure’s side they grin and show they are missing three of their top teeth. “Hello, Dear,” they grin as their eyes flash purple.

“Where am I!?” I demand again, and try again to pull my arms free only to bruise my wrists even further.

“Yonn, the light,” the smaller figure gestures and the one called Yonn steps closer, holding the torch over my head. I try to look up, but my collar bone screams again. I pant as I continue to pull against the clamps as the blonde reaches into their coat.

“You will refer to me as Nastoen,” they say as they slowly pull out a crystal tagger, the length continuing and continuing almost impossibly long for where they kept it until they swiftly adjust their grip to direct it’s tip at my face.

“What the fuck is going on?” I snap.

“It seems there was an attempt on the Eye of Zaun’s life,” they say as they turn away to pace slightly. 

I remain quiet, hoping they would give me more information.

“I’ve been asked, due to my… skills,” Nastoen flicks the dagger easily in their fingers, “to acquire information from you-”

I spit again.

“Ah, ah, ah,” Nastoen smiles as they move their blade to deflect my projectile with no effort. Their crystal blade glows like a fiery opal where my saliva touched it. It sizzles slightly as the moisture burns away. Then in one smooth moment they were back in front of me, the tip of their dagger an inch from my neck. “You will tell me who was involved in this failed coup,” the blade moves closer.

“I’m not going to tell you anything.”

Nastoen grins and gently slides the edge of the crystal against my neck, the gem glowing as it meets my skin. I cry out, as I feel the strange blade heat up against my skin. Struggling against the chair to try to move away, but my head just hits against the back of the chair as it feels like my throat is being torn apart by molten glass. They pull their blade away and I gasp as I look down, expecting to see my blood pouring onto my lap, but there was none.

“Interesting thing, this crystal,” Nastoen says as they carefully examine the length of the dagger, careful to keep their hand on the stone grip. “Shimmer isn’t the only thing they cultivate in those mines,” they say as they point the top of their tagger at my hand. “There’s a natural crystal down there that when soaked in shimmer, has some interesting properties,” they bite their bottom lip as they rest the tip of the blade on my hand.

I cry out, cursing loudly as opalescent sparks fly from my skin and when they pull away, all that is left is a cauterized gash in my skin. For a moment, I feel like I am going to pass out again, but the blade is suddenly at my cheek and I can feel my skin starting to bubble. “The wounds tend to heal quickly, but I’ve been told the burn,” they say as they push the blade just slightly deeper into my cheek, “is the worst pain one can experience.”

I scream again as Nastoen pushes deeper into my face, making my teeth feel as if they are going to pop out of my skull, before he pulls back again. My head falls forward causing another crack to come from my collar bone, but even now that pain is dwarfed compared to what I had just experienced. “The blade…” I croak.

Nastoen adjusts their shoulders and smirks. “The Sump Rat has something to say?”

“The blade does all the work,” I sigh with a smug smile, I will not let him break me, “You have no skill.”

The last thing I remember is the way their face pulled into a grimace and then the indescribable burn of the blade before everything went black. Each time I came to there were more burns on my hands and arms. I was thrown more questions that I did not answer.

Then darkness, again.

I don’t know how long I was out between each interrogation, but each time my eyes fluttered open the dagger flew to a new portion of my exposed skin until Nastoen started cutting through my clothes to reach the untouched flesh underneath.

“Tell me! Who sent you!!” Nastoen shouts.

So much time had passed that even the torch Yonn still held above me less of a flame and more of a stake that burned like almost dead coal after a fire. I fought to lift my head. I lost count of how many times the crystal blade was held to my skin and how many time’s the world had gone black because of it.

“You know, you really suck at talking to women.” I say through nearly gritted teeth, the pain of talking is almost too much to bear.

“You smart mouthed brat! If you don’t want to talk I’ll just-” Nastoen’s nostrils flared as they lifted their dagger into the air.

I wince, preparing for the searing burn of the blade to cause me to fade away again.

“That’s enough.”

I opened my eyes to see Nastoen still standing with their arm held high, panting as they looked down at me with wild eyes. They slowly lower their arm, never losing their grip of their dagger, prepared to maim in an instant.

The dim light from the torch moved as Yonn left my side and moved away with Nastoen.

“You are quite the survivor,” the voice speaks again as he takes a step closer to me. “Amazing you still haven’t spilled any of your secrets.”

With Yonn’s torch now behind the figure, all I could see was the slim silhouette of a man approaching me. “There are no secrets to tell.” I groan, my throat burning from the deep wound across the middle of my neck.

“That is just fine, darling. Those friends of yours didn’t put up nearly as much of a fight.”

“Don’t you dare touch them!” I growl.

“There’s just a bit more information I am seeking, and I think you can help me.”

“Fuck you.” I seeth.

“Ah, I think you may change your mind. See, I have something that Nastoen here does not. Much more persuasive than a charming little dagger,” the shadow says playfully.

Suddenly a figure is thrown to the floor beside the man; the shadow coughs.

My blood instantly runs cold, it’s Ryot.

“Xy- don’t tell ‘em anyth-” Ryot starts until Yonn’s boot comes down on his back.

Tears well in my eyes as I look back toward the figure. “Who are you?” I demand.

There’s a low chuckle and a small movement before a light that is glowing purple, is pulled from the man’s coat. Suddenly his body is illuminated by the vial of shimmer and my breath catches in my throat as I see him lifting the vial,  a soft, purple glow revealing his scarred face and corrupted eye.

Silco.

I gasp, but before I can speak, the sound of another person being dragged into the small room catches my attention. “Please, please just let us go-” Devexian cries as his body hits the floor.

I fight to hold back the tears, but they suddenly fall down my cheeks. They are all alive, they somehow lived through whatever happened at the bar. I was relieved to see them unharmed, but I knew that would not last long if I didn’t act fast. “It was me!” I yell, a jolt of pain surging through me when I do, “All me!” I cough, trying to keep my voice strong.

Two more large men enter the room with lit torches and toss another body onto the ground, and another. They were piling my friends on top of each other and I blinked through my tears as I scanned over their bodies for any sign of movement. Some of their hands twitched and some of them groaned, but half of them didn’t move at all.

“Please! I talked them into it! I- I told them I’d pay them if they helped me fight,” I lied, trying to keep my voice as even as I can.

“Xylia-don’t do this.” Ryot mumbles from the floor.

I quickly cut him off, “Please let them go. Please,” I pull at my restraints again, but they still don’t budge.

Silco’s posture straightens before he tosses the vial of shimmer to Yonn, I could hear him chuckle, “Good riddance.” before leaving the room with Nastoen. 

I watch as Silco steps over a limp body toward Devexian. Tears stream down my cheeks as I flex against my bindings over and over with no success in breaking them. He grabs the hair at the back of his head and yanks backward, craning it back to expose his neck. “I can't have people who are so easily swayed toward violence with just a bit of coin, running in the streets,” Silco says as he reaches into his coat again, but this time pulling out a dagger.

“We can come to an agreement! Stop!” I cry, my eyes flashing between the dagger at Devexian’s neck and Ryot, nearly lifeless on the floor next to him.

Devexian weakly brings a hand to Silco’s.

“A band of assassins isn't safe for Zaun,” he says calmly as he effortlessly drags the blade through Devexian’s neck.

“No!” I scream, watching his blood pour into the stone floor.

Silco keeps his grip on Devexian’s hair for a moment, watching as his blood pumps onto the ground with the last few beats of his heart, before dropping him back into the pool of thick crimson. He steps over his body and kneels beside Ryot, doing the same; yanking his hair to crane his head back to expose his neck.

“It was me! It was me! It was all me!” I sob.

Ryot’s golden eyes meet mine.

“I paid them off! I talked them into it!”

“The city is safer this way,” Silco says, dragging his dagger through Ryot’s throat.

The glowing ember of Ryot’s eyes fades to a dull yellow.

“You fucking monster!” I scream as I watch the growing puddle of blood under Ryot’s body.

Silco stands, wipes his blade on a handkerchief, and pockets his dagger. “Kill the rest,” he demands, cold and emotionless.

He walks out of the room as his henchmen reveal their own daggers and knives, walking to each body, even those already dead, pulling their blades through flesh over and over again until the smell of iron fills the small room.

“Stop!” I beg, choking on my tears, “Please! Stop!”

With blood still dripping from their knife, one of the large men steps toward me, leaning in close enough that their musty breath fans over my face as they chuckle.

I throw my head toward his, the crack of his skull echoes, calling attention to the other henchmen as they kick the bodies of my crew to the walls and off of the main floor.

Just as their eyes meet mine I pull my arm once more and with a final crunch of my wrist, my arm is free.

In the instant they start stomping toward me I reach for the knife that had clattered to the floor and cut my legs free. I stand and spin, swinging the wooden chair into the closest body coming for me. They crumple to the ground as the chair breaks into pieces, leaving the metal cuff on my forearm, but overall, I am free.

I refuse to die without a fight.

Three of Silco’s men stand before me, readying themselves for me to strike. 

My body aches as I step before them, muscles weighed down by grief and fear. I look down at my boots leaving prints in the layer of blood that had flooded over the stone. Then, the blood fades away. The bodies fade away. I see red as I lift the knife in front of me. The first guard smirks and as they lunge toward me, I easily duck below the swipe of their massive arm, before lodging the knife into their thigh and pulling with all of my strength causing the blade to slice through their femoral artery. They are brought to their knees with a garbled scream, before they fall over, smacking into the wet floor.

The second and third charge at me at the same time. I dodge a punch on the right and deflect a blade with the cuff still on my forearm. Using that moment of their surprise, I thrust my arm upward, lodging the full length of my dagger under their chin. They instantly fall, and as I’m pulling back my arm, I spin and force my knife into the last guard’s gut with all the strength I can muster. Blood spattering into my face as he coughs, before falling to the ground.

Adrenaline is coursing through my veins as I look over my hands, bright red with fresh blood. Then I remember…my brother.

I run to Ryot, kneeling in the pool of blood that surrounds him. I push his shoulder and he rolls onto his back. I hope to see his comforting expression he always has, but his face is pale and cold to the touch.

“Ryot… Ryot please…” I say as I hold his cheeks, his dim eyes staring up at me. “Ryot wake up.” I cry, my tears falling onto him. “Ryot!” I shake his limp body, searching for any sign of life. Pressing my head to his blood soaked chest, I listen for a heartbeat, but I am met with nothing. I let out deep heavy sobs, clinging to his cold body.

I couldn’t hear the steps over my painful cries. Suddenly, I feel a sharp pinch between my shoulder blades before I collapse even further onto the floor.  My vision blurs as I look up to the figure of a large woman looming over me. Here

“Sevika?” I groan as I try to lift myself from the ground. “What the fuck did you do to me?”

“A little somethin’ to keep you in check.” She smirks, before picking me off the ground and tossing me onto her shoulder.

I try to struggle against her, but my limbs feel heavy again. She kicks Ryot’s corpse out of her way before carrying me out of the room, I fight to keep my eyes open as I sway with each of her steps. The woman stops for a moment, I come to for a moment, trying to stay hyper vigilant of my surroundings. 

“What do you want me to do with this one, Boss?” Sevika’s voice is low.

There isn’t a reply at first, all I can hear are footsteps that stop behind Sevika. I turn my head toward the sound and wince as my tired muscles scream at me. I am met with the sight of Silco standing before the both of us.

“Hmm,” Silco hums in thought.

He’s so close. If only I could just move my fucking arms, I could get him. 

I could feel the drug taking effect, making my already worn out body feel even more exhausted. My entire body feels like lead and as blood rushes to my fingertips, I can’t seem to move my arms anymore at all. With the strike of his lighter he looks at me with a humored grin. He lights his cigar and takes a long draw in before exhaling into my face. “She’s got some fight in her, maybe she can be of use to us.”

“You fucking monster.” I  manage to growl.

He lifts his hand and gently grabs my face.

“And she has a smart mouth, too,” he pauses, a slight smirk tugging at the corners of his lips. “She will come back with us. Maybe she’ll be of use…” his cold gaze meets mine again, “or not, we shall leave that up to her.”

I strain against the weight of my body while Sevika begins to walk out of the building. As she carries me down the street, the sun begins to peek over the edge of the cliffs, warming my skin. I fight to stay awake but the warmth of the rising sun and the rocking of Sevika’s steps lull me to sleep.

I do not know where Silco is taking me, but even as I drift into a fitful rest, fear of what will happen next overtakes me. Last night, this man had taken so much from me, now he threatens to take what little freedom I have left.

*** READ CHAPTER 2 ***

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#silco #silco fanfic #silco x oc #silco x reader #yandere!silco #tagged xreader bc it is in first person #tagged xreader bc there is little discription of MC #xylia arcane #silco x xylia #stockholm!oc #stockholm!reader #stockholm syndrome #stockholm fic #silco arcane #arcane fic #arcane fanfic #flower of zaun #flower-of-zaun

[omies-odd-writing-spot]

Nymphaea Thermarum 04

Teaching The Important Things:

“Okay, now tighten the knot.” Fredrick said as he was watching the miniscule hands and what they were doing intently.

Lily carefully tightened the line, thin cord but a line that can well support her weight and then some. She sat up and looked at the propped up phone set beside her that had the reference pictures, “I… think I got it. It makes more sense seeing the pictures dad.”

“Good,” the man smiled, proud as he shifted in his seat to reach for his coffee mug on the table. “Want to test your knots baby girl?” 

“Yes!” Lily brightened up as the small girl perked up. She found the line, and started to loop it up to be neat and once her adopted, giant father had settled again. She measured a good distance of six inches in the line starting where it was connected to herself. The girl lifted the spot once her dad's attention was back on her fully. “This should be a safe distance right?”

Fredrick checked the distance and picked up the line. Twisting some more on the other side through his fingers, “Looks good, ready?”

Lily wiggled exactly and nodded, “Yes!”

The man grinned as he planted his left elbow and lifted his bitty daughter up slowly until she was off her feet. Pausing so only two inches were under her and his right hand hovered near but not so much to interfere. “Don't forget to sit back, let the harness hold you Lily, don't hang from it to cinch it around your middle.”

The tiny girl concentrated, but got in the position she needed to be. All at once a lot of things they had talked about and watched on the phone made sense. She swayed for a few moments before shifting her lower legs and started to swing back and forth. Testing the feel and movement before making a face.

“Can you put me down dad?”

“What did you notice?” Fredrick asked, carefully lowering Lily back to the table top. Smiling a little as she leaned back onto the knuckles of his other hand as she adjusted the harness. 

“It feels looser and…slippery? Like my leg could slide out.” Lily said as she finished, getting up and testing movement before looking back and up at her giant father. “Okay, we can try again!”

Fredrick lifted the line again, and watched intently as Lily started her testing. She was notably a lot more confident as she swung again. Then unprompted started to climb the line up to his hand. Fredrick grinned, “hey, you remembered what we talked about. Good leg work baby girl.”

“Thanks!” Lily gasped once she was up on the back of the massive hand. Her dad had kept his hand steady and though he did not shift to accommodate, he did not hinder, letting her sort out her balance and mechanics herself for the most part.

It was one of the things Lily was learning she loved about her giant adopted dad. He was more than happy to help teach Lily survival skills, mechanics, electronics on top of everything else like reading, writing and math. Even if Lily was not nearly big enough to use some of this, but also just… whatever she wanted to learn there was no hesitation. 

Even repealing like in the video of her dad doing it in training. Or if she was not up to something at all. Lily grinned and held up her arms to the human, “dad!”

“What baby girl?” 

“I want a hug.”

Fredrick rolled his eyes playfully, not sure what thoughts his little daughter had in her head for those expression changes.  His other hand came up and pulled the girl up by the line, getting a startled yelp as he brought Lily over. It was just a moment of seemingly being unstable before he hunched. Holding Lily in his hand and press on his cheek to her small self. 

The man smiled at the laughing and small smack against his cheek before Lily pressed her head against him. Shamelessly in this random want for a cuddle. “You're such a brat.”

“No I'm not,” Lily said confidently, standing up with her hands on Frederick’s cheek and looking up at the big brown eye half lidded. Recognizing the happy expression. “But now I'm ready to learn about repelling!”

“Okay you're a dork not a brat,” Frederick said with a fod smile, but helped Lily down so they could make sure her line was untangled and wrapped back up, then picked her up with his own confidence of experience now.

“Where are we going?” Lily asked, as they left the table and then to the living room.

“Over by the couch, I made something for you last night.” Frederick said as he set Lily in the low coffee table before pulling something off the couch to set up near her. 

“Is that sand paper?” Lily gasped, making her her line was over a shoulder and out of the way as she looked at the odd things as they were set down before being assembled. She touched the poster board, recognizing that, as it worked pretty good for making models with her adopted mom. There were carefully pinned course sandpaper on the board in a line.

“Yep, I thought it would be good for you for traction as you first start.” The man nodded, taking that part once Lily was clear, and attached it at an angle that seemed about what starters should be on. Frederick just had to adjust it for Lily's size. 

As he did so Lily ran around the structure he made, the top end had to be a good two feet high! It was made with wood and seemed like it could adjust? It was at the highest settings? 

“You remember what we went over with anchor points?” Her dad's voice drew Lily's attention away from the excitement building.

“Yeah! I mean yes. Uuh we haven't made anything yet for me to use yet.” Lily started and then stood up, focusing on the reminder of safety.

“We will, I have an idea for now though,” Frederick reassured, “Part of the reason I want you to practice here with me instead of jumping off the kitchen counter.”

Lily grinned, through had the good sense to seem a bit sheepish. She still shamelessly tried that now and then, but not nearly as much as she used to do! And she waited for her parent's attention first now. She started to try and sort how to climb up as her dad pushed a thick scarf around the bottom of the practice ramp. Squeak g as she was carefully picked up and lifted to the top.

“Don't worry about climbing up for now, you're going to be tired enough with repealing today.” The man reassured before going over the checklist of safety points they had learned and gone over that morning. 

Lily was excited, yes, but very proud that she could answer everything. The first several times of actual practice were…awkward to say the least. She was very grateful that her dad had quick reflexes. She was determined to get the hang of this before her mom got off work. 

They only really stopped for a quick snack and used the facilities, then off to try again. Lily was tired when she was finally able to get down, back up and down again all by herself. Her arms her, her back hurt and it was a relief to sprawled in the massive, but warm hands after getting the harness off. Then some needed rest against her dad's chest.

Lily dosed without realizing it as she was listening to the deep heartbeat under her. Not really aware of when Frederick got up. The man still had a proud and fond look as he carried Lily to the kitchen, finding the spot she liked to be in where she could watch normally. It was a warmer area of the kitchen and… and…

Frederick sighed, having a fond smile as he gently rubbed his thumb against Lily's side. “Why do you have to be so small, baby girl? you're going to melt my heart.”

The tiny girl just curled up to be comfortable in her hammock-like spot. The motion had Lily pressing her forehead against the side of the pad of his thumb. Frederick fell in love all over again, and though he had to hold chest as his heart turned to mush, the man's legs thankfully stayed solid. For his tiny daughter, his wife, their home, just…

This was so worth the deployment times. Or coming back from them in reality.

#Nymphaea Thermarum story #NT story #Lily as a borrower #omie's writing #gt #G/T #Freddy wants his tiny daughter to be safe #must teach her #Frederick is best dad #borrowers #barrower au?

[stitchthesewords]

📓? 👀

OKAY THATS IT IM PUTTING MY PIRATE AU IDEA [partially] OUT THERE FINALLY BC THIS BAD BOY IS EVERYTHING TO ME

Mumscarian, dl mechanics - Soulmates can feel each other's pain but they don't actually take the damage [this is important.] Mumbo, Grian, and Scar are three pirate captains who make up their own armada. Each ship has its own speciality - Grian's is alchemy and potions, Mumbo is redstone mechanisms, and Scar is artillery. They've worked together for years, but they're always on their own ships, so they don't. know. That they're soulmates. They often come together to complain they havent met their people, that their people are so clumsy, but they never connect the dots. That is, of course, until one day they are attacked by the Navy. Grian and Scar's ships both sink and they are heavily injured. Mumbo's ship, being the sole survivor, has their entire armada on board of the people who survived and has Scar and Grian kept in his own personal quarters. Between their pain and their soulmate pain its sort of hard to tell what actually hurts and there are definitely a few jokes about "oh boy i hope my partner isnt in the navy'. So here's the thing about Mumbo's ship - it is FULL of half finished mechanics, and shit built into the very wood. And stuff like that. And Grian loves pressing buttons - and this time, when he does so, they're all in the same room and they all react at the same exact time to being shocked by the machine they can all see shocked Grian. Silence falls over the room.

I don't think they get together immediately. I think the three stubborn ass mules that they are think it would make the armada too complicated, so they decide to quietly ignore it and get their feet back under them and pretend it never happened. They're on a mission to find the Heart of the Sea at the Center of the World after all, they don't have time for this - but of course it's hard to ignore they KNOW who their soulmates are now, and every phantom bump and cut and shock makes so much more sense now. They can feel Scar's bad days, Mumbo burning himself with redstone, Grian's potions going wrong.

Grian's potions going wrong. So here's the other thing. Grian does potions and - well- imagine being Mumbo or Scar and you can FEEL your soulmate start suffocating. You aren't suffocating yourself, but my god that's a confusing feeling - and you know who he is, now. You aren't just going to stand by and let someone KILL him, surely, even if you're trying to ignore it. So they go to Grian's ship and find grian suffocating - on air. Air. He's not choking on anything, but he....sounds like a fish out of water. There's a half drank potion on his table. I dont know how they would figure this out yet but - essentially, one of them thinks "Fuck it I've got to try something" and they put Grian in some water and watch as he transforms into a mermaid. A creepy ass mermaid. Bead black eyes, scaly skin, sharp teeth and clawed webbed hands and gills up his ribs and all of that. Fin ears. you know. A tail twice as long as grian is tall, all crammed into the ship's bathtub. But Grian can breath, he's not suffocating - and he's an idiot.

And it's permanent.

And then the plot is basically like - they're trying to get to the heart of the sea bc its a fabled relic that supposed has the ability to strengthen their soulmate bond to help them defeat the navy. And they need to defeat the navy, bc they're pirates. And I don't have much else. BUT.

#Asks #Mutual Brax #Pirate AU #Mumscarian #Hermitshipping #Trafficshipping #this technically is both #so

[majestalecter]

Can't put this on AO3: knife fic because arcanes slight showing of Vanders knife from start to finish bro

Kill me because I have had this and editing is not my strong point gehhhh liggit it was going to be more but I really shouldn't because I have so much

The falling rain on the paved lanes was echoing over the sound of the stumbling of this wet rat of a man. Silco was dripping wet and running from the pain, running from Vander. 

His feet finally gave way and fell; he didn't feel it, only saw as the world turned on its side. 

On the ground, the ebbing waves of feeling came to him as the adrenaline subsided. Silco's heartbeat stopped being the only thing in his ears. Finally he choked out a wet cough, squeezing shut his good eye.

Silco saw a flash of under grimmy water, Vanders familiar shadow through the water, a violent cough shook his frame as he curled in on himself. Silco's whimper made no noise in the hum and mechanical rhythmic of the underground. His limbs ached from fighting surface tension of the water, the burning in his lungs in each breath; whether it be from the toxins or from the attempted drowning.

Blinking and gasping at the burning of nerves and the hot blood dripping down his face. Silco in lifting his arm as he rolled back to sit on his legs realized that the clenching of his hands were not just into fists  in his hand was the knife that he used to jab and slice through the water. 

He kept Vander's knife of all things that his oxygen deprived mind clung to as he swam to the docks. As the events had caught up to the adrenaline drained Silco...all he could do was sob as his one sided vision blurred in tears. He survived the drowning but the confusion and terror tore through him like paper.

While lifting himself up to his feet the weakness and chill frustrates him because,Why. Why did he have to die?...Did Vander see him as such a threat...? No they were brothers forced together by fate or just by the underground. Sliding against the wall to relieve the uncertainty of his location to get himself grounded and not lost in the panic. 

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Ahhh~(*the angst) when @sweatandwoe pointed out that the big boy Vander put a 'V' on the hilt of his knife I flew into a frenzy of tears and Zaun dad's content. The few slices to the 'V' had me absolute feral seeing that Silco at some point got mad and destructive but he didn't totally destroy it completely......kept it with him this whole time....DID VANDER RECOGNIZE HIS OWN KNIFE IN THE END....the shape of the blade as it was stabbed into him oof wait that's NSFW type drabble kukuku

#arcane #im a simp #silco #arcane vander #arcane drabble #arcane silco #zaundilfs #arcane fanfic #tumblr fic

[allycatexplainsthings]

Earth 9221 Spider-Man Interview

[Access Granted] [Log Number 1] [Date: July 22, 2023]

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"Okay, let's begin this overstuffed story again; you hear me?"

"My name is Harris Huntsman, and I am a scientist at Alchemax in quarter 92-21 with the research to learn and understand more about the people who became creatures dubbed Mutants."

"Sadly, most of our investigation is not for the public eye, yet some of our fellow researchers have fallen into this web and become these beasts. I am one of them."

"However, that does not mean they are not associated with who they became. Still, they are aware and often become into a panic frenzy, and that's where our team comes in to comprehend that transformation and find a treatment."

"But moving back to me, because of an experiment that went wrong, I was bitten by a radioactive spider named J-25 or Jeffery and began to have law-breaking effects, becoming more similar to a wolf spider or even a Huntsman Spider."

"The next day, I woke with the worse headache, experienced sudden loud noises that were precise in location and person, had a lighting reaction to things I didn't know, dubbed Spider-Sense, my hands and feet sticking to objects with great force, sharper teeth-like fangs and retractable claws."

"But the more sinister consequence had gone and still is an ongoing concern: I frequently shift in different sizes and heights, including my weight being affected too. Subject J-25 experienced this problem similarly, and due to the bite, that side effect affected me in everyday life. Regular clothing doesn't often fit me anymore and does not go with my new height, and I don't keep on expanding; I'm more to like a scale and slider and can become the size of a spider myself or a giant."

"I created my suit so it could shift to any size I require it to be."

“Sadly, I can not control this result well, and the first time it occurred, I woke up to the size of an average child and freaked out and required major assistance. I was in my apartment and shortly called my department (Pun not intended) about the situation, not desiring to lie because people could soon discover it. It worsened as I kept shrinking more miniature to a plaything until one of my co-workers could come in and see the outcome that transpired and carry my body into further examination.”

“Docter Otto was that co-worker and knew me well adequately to support my new condition. He is an intelligent fellow who is a mutant, being a part octopus and requiring mechanical components to regulate.” 

“We also had Peter Parker, a spider mutant, and we are usually paired together to see any anonymous details on Subject J-25 and to an actual natural mutant.”

"We all quickly discover that it goes both ways as suddenly my body increased in height, which was painful when I was tiny of a doll to the size of the whole room in under two minutes. If I weren't uncomfortable with that shift, I would have laughed about their reactions. The human body should not be able to survive that change, but because of becoming a Mutant, the spider bite altered my DNA and bone structure significantly."

“I’m not your ordinary Spider-Man. I solely desire things to be ordinary again…”

“Anyways, where was I? Oh, right, the synopsis. I could not save my Uncle; I lost him to a wild Lizard Mutant. My dad died from a falling building later on as the captain of the police force, and Mom… Well, I have no one left. It took me years to discover that this was all arranged by something called ‘Canon Events.’ 

“Spiderman 2099 or Miguel O’hara did hire me into the Spider Society after dealing with anomalies from a different earth, but I despise the concept of ‘Canon Events.’ Miguel doesn’t appreciate me because I’m not Peter Parker, but it was Canon, and he had to get used to me with the unfortunate circumstance I sustained. Plus, Peter Parker was already lucky to be alive… I don’t know why my universe chose me to be the fill-in Spiderman.”

“But it’s a position I must accomplish to resume.”

“And that’s how I got here since; end of story and interview.” 

#spider oc #across the spiderverse #oc story #oc stuff #oc writing #very little g/t themes #Spider-Size

[yaldev]

Meeting with His Judgment

Every animal instinct told Decadin to throw his body at the bars, to ram them with his shoulder, bend them with the force of his indignant rage and rip them from their slots. An ancient strength he’d never felt coursed through his body, a power bestowed by the desperate will to survive, a dormant force from the days when wild humans lifted boulders if that’s what it took to break free. Decadin reached forward with trembling hands. His fingers tried to grasp the cold metal, but his body was still curled against the opposite wall and his legs would not move.

The Oracle, she was here in the cell with him. But she couldn't be. Even in a world where Decadin’s own empire would imprison him, some trace of rationality remained, and it was too important to abandon.

“You won’t even try?” she asked.

She was a dream, a hallucination.

“You could scream. Maybe they'll realize who you are.”

She was an illusion, a magic trick from the captors.

“I know you remember the stories. The strength that blesses us in dire times.”

“No!” Decadin yelled. He felt the emptiness in his lungs, and he sobbed.

The Oracle bent over him. “After everything else, this is what stops you?”

“Everything else…” Decadin shook his head with eyes held shut. “Everything else was possible.” They opened. “But those bars are steel. Probably manganese steel, maybe enchanted. It’s too stiff to bend even with hysteria in play, and the tensile strength is definitely too—”

“Possibility never stopped you. Would you just be too embarrassed if you failed?”

“I’m saying there’s no ‘if’ about it. There’s doing the impossible, and then there’s ‘my body cannot exert the force to bend these bars under known physics.’”

The Oracle looked no different than the first day he witnessed her, even as he had grown, changed the world, flourished, wrinkled, regretted. Now this ghost-hallucination-trick was here to gloat.

“I think you’re scared.”

Decadin stared up through his brow. “How astute.”

“You've forgotten what panic is, child, how it feels and how to manage it." Her disdain was palpable. "And now you imagine you’re still in control because you’ve kept your composure, you’ve tried nothing desperate, and you know the mechanics of your cage.”

“The only thing I’m imagining is you.”

The Oracle grinned with ancient menace. “You’re a greater fool than you think.”

“And what about your part in my foolishness? You did this too.”

Her smile closed but persisted. Decadin pushed himself to his feet and took a closer look at that immortal face, at the eyes that stared past his flesh, than he had ever dared.

“Don’t act like you didn’t set my course. Yes, I did this, just as you said, but your predictions would have never come to pass if I never came to hear them.”

“Self-fulfilling prophecy?" She was wreathed in a halo of elemental smugness. "Your science has no data to prove it, so you must rely on your faith.”

“What?”

“You embraced reason since we first spoke, but you were always too smart to let go of your superstition.”

With the strength of dire circumstances, Decadin shoved the Oracle. His hands passed through like a ghost.

He growled. “Revenge for the Old Faiths? Your Deftists, your Eej-Landians?”

Her smile opened. Liquid chaos poured from between her teeth to the floor.

Decadin scrambled into a far corner, staring in horror. “What in Pelbee’s name?!”

“THAT IS STILL THE GOD YOU CHOOSE?” she hissed, closing in with gentle steps. The colorful gas carved runes into the floor, writing in tongues that died before the Ascended Nation was born. “YOU PRAY TO THE CITY THAT EATS YOU?”

“Guards! Come, please!”

“ONE MORE PROPHECY FOR THE HERO WHO SAVED US ALL. THIS IS REVENGE—”

“Sweet Aster, protect me!”

“—FOR NOTHING. ONLY TRUTH!”

The Oracle gasped, savored the stale prison air, and roared a whirlwind of mana into Decadin’s screaming face.

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Yaldev is a sci-fantasy worldbuilding project by Ulysses Maurer, with art by Beeple. By looking at narratives, stylized loredumps, bad poetry and little details, we'll witness the story of a planet filled with magical power, the nation which tried to conquer it, this empire’s dramatic collapse and the new world which emerged in its wake. Along the way we'll meet the characters who live here, and we'll explore questions about nationalism, rationalism, the natural world and the quest to master it. For all stories in chronological order, check out the pinned posts at r/Yaldev!

#beeple #fantasy #scifi #worldbuilding #writing #everyday #short story #surreal #dystopia #dystopian #dystopian fiction #science fiction #science fantasy #sci fantasy #sci-fantasy #scifantasy #sf #sff #worldbuild #worldbuilder #worldbuilders #magic #d&d #dnd #canadian writers #escapism #lore #amwriting

[zeirasworld]

Account Of A Man That Never Was

It was a cold hard day. All the eye could see was thick white slaps covering everything from roads to roofs. Harsh winds blow from every side taking whatever came in their way with them. It was a wonder how people survived here. It was like hell if hell was covered with snow.

We had naively accepted a delivery in this cold hell hole and it was not going great. The truck engines were frozen and the package was putting way to much load on the machine. We were somehow keeping wheels from becoming one with the ground. Most of our men were having trouble breathing through the thick icy air of Late winter's Danzia. But we're already paid in advance, we couldn't back off.

We were stranded here there was no way we could get reinforcements where not even birds wanna come. We definitely couldn't pay the ludicrous cost of mechanics in this side of Danzia and even if we could, finding one was like finding a pin in a hay sack.

Most of our crew had already given up but not Danny. He was the wild man of the crew, someone who would throw the most ridiculous and absurd ideas which no one could even imagine thinking of, let alone trying it. Yet funnily making them all work somehow. I can't count how many times he has saved our ass with his stupid ideas. We had accepted him as the guy who could pull off anything no matter how dumb it may sound. Now he had the crazy idea of delivering 50 packages with his own semi truck in this white weather where even our most dangerous monsters couldn't. He would never leave his little devil anywhere. It was a second hand semi truck gifted to him by his long gone father when he turned 16, ever since he has been convinced that his truck could do anything. Even going toe to toe with one of our big trucks on some occasions.

He was hard to convince otherwise so we let him do his thing. We were sure he would finally fail this time but somehow Danny being the insane guy he is managed to deliver all the 50 packages on time in his second hand semi truck which went out of production ten years ago. He and his white devil seemed to be truly unstoppable even in this Godless weather.

But we had way more than 50 packages to deliver. The client had asked for about 50,000 to be delivered by end of dawn and another 10,000 by the morning of the following day.

We were already short of time. Just then Danny came to me with a even stupider idea.

"Wha' if we tie the trucks wi' ma' truc'?"

It was not an idea anyone would expect from a sober man but we had no better idea. We were running out of time and with little to no hope, I allowed him do whatever.

One of my men tied a very durable high quality rope equivalent to steel to the hook in back of Danny's white devil. Then another tied it to the front of one of our big monster. She wasn't in a good mood today, I doubted she would even start. One of our best drivers sat in her as Danny started his engines.

The wheels on Danny's truck stuck in its place rotating in its place as our truck stood still, unscaved. Danny kept pressing his foot harder and harder on the accelerator but all his might seemed vain in comparison.

Then when it all seemed null, one of our men started pushing the truck with his bare fucking hands, barely able to stand on his two feet, his feet wiggling. Two more men joined him, coughing in the thick frozen air. Determined like their life was on line. Soon the entire crew joined, pushing the truck with all the might they could gather in this temperature. The wheels of the truck slowly started to actually move. I shouted to all of them, "Keep on!" as I too joined to help my fellow soldiers, knowing this was our last chance.

The engine started to make some noise, the good kind of noise, like a child finally able to play after a terrible fever. She started to move slowly slowly until finally she ran.

A gush of cheer followed as the engine made the sound we were all too familiar with. It was a moment of celebration and joy. After days of desperation finally we were out of this hell. The celebration didn't last very long though, as we had a package to deliver.

We still needed to be careful, not to turn off our little beast. It was not sure if it would turn back on in this Devilish weather again.

In no time we were able to complete the delivery. The client seemed very happy, he too had lost hope that we could deliver his package on time. As a reward he even paid us an extra bonus tip.

Our team proved that day with human spirt and a crazy guy anything is possible.

#short story #cold days #snow #trucks #truck driver #shitpost #idk how to tag this

[too-many-blorbos]

Part two of the Prisoner's Dilemma fiction

Pearl.

Father called me that in his most tender moments. I was an unexpected boon, a pearl in an oyster. The greatest treasure in his life. I took comfort in that often. People didn’t look kindly on a child without a mother, much less one who traveled with mercenaries. If I was never dear to anyone else, I was at least dear to him. 

I clung to that sentiment when we fled the mob. I was certain he’d catch up to us as promised–I was too precious for him to abandon. Even as days became weeks, I kept telling Gerrain that we’d rendezvous soon. I pestered him to visit our favorite towns and check with every courier we saw for a letter, certain that Father would send news any moment. Gerrain humored me grudgingly, always silent. He knew better, of course. He was too wise to believe my father had survived. Every confident assertion from my young, hopeful self was a dagger in the heart to him, a reminder that his brother-in-arms was gone forever. I wish I’d been wiser back then; we could have at least grieved together. Instead, Gerrain suffered by himself… and by the time my hope faded enough to see the truth, he was already beyond saving.

He lasted five years raising me alone. It wore him down, like a river beating stones into sand. Towards the end, he stayed in bed and did nothing but drink. He died in that bed. Heart failure, the undertaker said… that's one way to describe a broken heart. I wondered often if I could have prevented his fading. I doubt it; I couldn't even heal my own broken heart. And now I faced the world on my own for the first time in my short life. My guardians didn't leave me with nothing; I had no material riches, but I knew their trade and I knew their mastery of the wilderness. It was an inheritance that could sustain me my whole life if I used it well. 

But I was young. I was hurting. And that combination rarely breeds good decisions. 

Splinters dug into my feet as I climbed the shoddy stairs. My skin prickled and stung under the sun's relentless shine. It didn't matter. I wouldn't live long enough to burn. My unfortunate peers– other prisoners, their crimes ranging from manslaughter to poaching deer– were noisy as they waited their turn. Some cried. Some prayed. Some cursed. I should have been doing the same; any normal person would be emotional in the face of death. But I felt nothing. Even looking at the wagon piled with limp corpses, waiting for the rest of us to be loaded in for disposal, I couldn't muster any feeling. My own execution felt as bland to me as a bowl of gruel.

The noose pulled snug around my neck. It was damp with sweat, its fibers coarse and irritating. Funny how I was more annoyed with the mild discomfort than the prospect of death. 

"Any last words?" The recorder asked in a monotone.

"Screw off."

"Noted." He wrote the phrase down with a hint of disappointment. Perhaps he'd been hoping for something poetic. People sometimes expected eloquence from me when they heard my name, with its exotic syllables. They were usually disappointed.

The executioner crossed to the lever. Her weather-worn hand gripped the mechanism, but didn't pull yet. She met my eye, briefly. I stared back, unspeaking, unblinking. I don't know why she hesitated to end my life. She'd shown no such squeamishness with the other prisoners. I broke her gaze, choosing instead to stare at my feet and the platform beneath them. The wood displayed an impressive collection of stains from its years of use. It was almost like a painting. An abstract painting, made with pain for pigment and cruelty for a brush. A fitting place for my end, after a life shaped by cruelty and pain. 

I heard the lever creak as it was finally pulled forward. Then the sound was overshadowed by the sudden blast of a horn, and the thunder of approaching horses. 

"Stop! Stop the executions!!!"

My head snapped up of its own accord. I caught a glimpse of silver and violet, of a colonel's shining crest--a high-ranking entourage from the national army.

And then the wood gave way beneath me and I fell. Plunging to my death. 

#cw death #cw execution #blorbo's prisoner's dilemma #It's not over yet

[talenlee]

CoX: Swivel

New Post has been published on PRESS.exe: CoX: Swivel

Time to time, I write up an explication of characters I’ve played in RPGs or made for my own purpose.  This is an exercise in character building and creative writing.

In all technicality, the man known once as Vice Swithin doesn’t exist. He never attended public school, never was recruited into the military at a young age, and was never court-martialed. Officially, he didn’t spend over a year in prison being constantly the subject of assault attempts due to his lean frame and youthful looks, being constantly upgraded in security due to his self-defense capability leading to injured inmates.

Such high-risk prisons were certainly not combed for inmates experiencing minimal deviance from a genetic mean to find strong candidates capable of surviving a protracted full-body implant and neuroconnective surgery. Medical records don’t exist for a process that wired him from heart to head, that upped his reaction time, accelerated his thought process and kept the young man wired on a personal basis alongside the firewalls and flamewars of wireless internet.

One life, redacted.

Vice, known just as Swivel to his friends and fellow agents, is a reasonably quiet young man. Despite his time in prison and the military, he’s an active communicator and seems to bear no particularly ill will towards either establishment. Just as much, he’s very withdrawn on the topic of why he was courtmartialled and incarcerated. Even those first dealing with him find that Swivel is friendly. He’s good-natured, relatively easygoing and when not in the grip of combat, quite well-mannered. While he has the marks of his upbringing – a number of minor surgical scars from military field implants and prison tattoos – Swivel does not go out of his way to conceal them. Perhaps futilely, he tries to act and dress as if he’s a totally normal citizen, drawing minimal attention to the signs of his extreme training and technological augmentation. In fact, the first thing that really strikes people is just what a nerd Swivel is.

He stammers, he shuffles his feet, he adjusts his glasses and he clarifies points of science and history with pretty much no the poise and grace. Stealing glances at girls, keeping his head down, the whole manner completely belies his status as a former prisoner and military special operative. So why the geeky front? It’s not entirely clear. Swivel’s behaviour in prison and the military has all shown that when under pressure, he shifts into a much more lethal mode, dispenses with dialogue, and can often be heard broadcasting classical music as he fights. On the other hand, the nerdy behaviour? Much more likely to be the ‘default’ Swivel, with all of his self-esteem issues and inquisitive, exploratory nature unrestrained.

Somewhat obviously, as someone who’s connected to the internet through his head and uses a smartphone that is very obviously a complete plastic brick. This was once a pretty unique thing in his case but these days it’s reasonably common. His cyborg system is a lot more holistic than normal, and it’s the root of how he’s different to most.

mechanics

I don’t have mechanics for Swivel. Swivel was a character on City of Heroes live; pictures of him are reconstructed from an old set of costume files, made compatible with homecoming, pictures taken in a friend’s goof-around base. Swivel, back on live, was a claws/willpower scrapper, and when the time came to make things in the new game, I asked myself if I wanted to bring back Swivel, if Swivel’s story, his group, was something to revisit. And I didn’t, and that’s okay.

The bio above is from his Virtueverse page, an archive of my own writing from thirteen years ago. Some of it? Pretty cringe! But the dude is still imporant to me, and he has one particular detail that has endured…

history

Such as this, from his original character description:

P.R.E.S.S: The Programmed REflexive Synapse System has demonstrated that in order to accommodate the constant rate of human mental modes it requires a fundamental AI that can communicate on a functional level with a Human Operator with Special Training (referred henceforth as HOST). Due to the idea of a clean base-line system, a ‘clean boot’ as it were, we’ve attempted to find candidates for HOST applicants in fields that ensure minimal genetic deviation, prior biological enhancement or magical augmentation of the fundamental systems of the individual…

- Engineer's Summary

The PRESS is a second intelligence that cohabitates Swivel’s body. It oversees his actions, and while he’s not phased by its surveillance[5], it does choose to quip into conversations with observations. The PRESS has a distinct personality, and at times its bickering with Swivel is almost childish. On the other hand, PRESS’ operating parameters include keeping Swivel at his optimum performance. While Swivel’s mental mode is recognisable by PRESS, neither PRESS nor Swivel are completely aware of the others’ thought processes.

original description

I have no idea why I called the AI that lived in Swivel’s head ‘PRESS.’ I don’t know what it was that worked about that name for me, but it meant he had a bind in chat, for whenever I wanted to basically write a meanspirited shitty AI being an unhelpful contributor to a conversation, that prefaced his dialogue with PRESS.exe>.

When this blog was started, in 2013, Fox wanted me to engage with it. She wanted me to care about it. It needed to be a place for my voice, a thing that related to me, and therefore, had my ‘branding’ about it. I don’t know how long it’s been, but you might be surprised to realise that the idea that I have my own identity, my own way of being that is distinctive enough to matter, and that part of finding that has been Fox pointing out to me things that I made, things that stick in other people’s minds and things that express things the way I express them.

There’s a very serious turning point in my life about where she named my blog PRESS.exe and asked me ‘do you get it?’ and watched my reaction. When she did that, the game had been gone for a few months, and there was this… eerie ephemereality to them. All that work, all that creative energy, those ideas, those characters, and they just …. faded away.

I guess what I’m saying here, again, is that I love Fox so much.

Check it out on PRESS.exe to see it with images and links!

#CityOfHeroes

#City of Heroes

[desskywalker]

•Stockholm Syndrome•

Smut (18+)

Running.

You were running for your life; your heavy, rushed steps echoed along the walls of every corridor you passed through. You could hear your own heart racing, as well as feel every beat in your throat.

You were terrified that you were going to get caught, because you knew very well what the repercussions would be if that happened.

He would kill you, and although death is something you've been prepared for - you weren't prepared for his infamous tortures that took place before the devil grants you the sweet release of death.

You attempted to turn a sharp corner with the data tapes tightly in your grasp, but you were unsuccessful. You felt your body freeze in place, before you were lifted from the ground. Then, you cried in pain as you were flung against the metal wall, and fell to the floor with a groan as your head slammed into the floor.

"You thought you could escape?" The heavy mechanical voice spoke to you as you tried to get back to your feet; preparing to hopelessly run again, "And I thought you rebels were supposed to be smart."

You began rising from the floor once more, and flew forward into the grip of the most feared being in existence. He wrapped his gloved hand around your neck, and began squeezing the life out of you.

You could see yourself in the reflection of his black helmet, and you watched the light began to leave your own eyes as you fought for survival; digging and clawing at his arm in hopes he'd let go. Your body was being deprived of its oxygen, and you truly thought these were your last moments of life.

"On second thought," He loosened his grip so you could breathe, but still kept your feet dangling in the air, "Maybe you could actually be of some use to me." He pressed his other two gloved fingers to your forehead, and in less than a second; you felt your head fall to the side as you lost consciousness.

Your eyes slowly opened, and your blurry vision began to adjust to your surroundings. You tried to move, but when you looked up - you realized that you were hanging from chains that were wrapped around your wrists.

Your feet were barely touching the floor, with only your toes giving you some support on taking the weight away from the chains that were digging painfully into your skin.

"Ah, so you're finally awake," An unknown voice echoed along the walls of this dungeon like place. You stopped fidgeting with the chains to look around the room; searching for the source of the voice, "Straight ahead darling."

You looked in front of you; your eyes landing on a pair of yellow ones that can be seen glowing in the darkness. But you couldn't see anything else, no facial features or even a body; just that deathly yellow stare.

"Who are you?" You asked, your voice sharing with fright.

He chuckled and the eyes began to get closer, until they reached the single light that was shining above you. Suddenly, the owner of the intimidating eyes came into view, and your heart nearly stopped when your gaze landed on the most beautiful man you had ever seen, "Well that depends on who you talk to." The handsome stranger tilted his head to the side with a sly smirk, "Many people call me many different names."

You swallowed nervously as you felt his cold breath fan your face - smelling like fresh mint and strawberries.

The stranger reached into his pocket and pulled the data tapes you had downloaded previously when you infiltrated the Death Star, "You're a clever girl, not many make it as far as you did - I give you my praise for that." He dropped the tapes onto the floor, and stomped on them; the loud cracking making you flinch.

"What makes you think your praise means anything to me?" You spat boldly, already knowing and accepting your fate; you figured you might as well go down with a little fire.

He smiled as if your rude question was amusing, "Because I rarely hand it out," He shrugged, stepping closer until your noses brushed, "Now darling, let's get to the reason I decided to bring you here instead of killing you," He rubbed your cheek with his index knuckle and your eyes widened when you started to piece together who this was. You have never seen him without his mask on, and he was starting to appear even more frightening to you without it - it was the eyes, "I'm going to need you to tell me everything about the rebels operations." He whispered softly, "Everything."

"I don't know anything," You lied as a single tear slid down your cheek. Now you were praying for death, you'd rather have that than to endure the tortures you've heard horrific stories about.

He sighed as shot his hand up to grip your jaw, "That's a lie. Please don't lie to me," His yellow eyes blazed over with anger.

"Just kill me," You begged in a whisper; your fear-filled gaze remaining locked in an intense trance with his.

"Oh I will, darling," He gently began to stroke your jaw with his thumb, "Just not yet."

You wish you knew how long you had been here. It seemed like weeks to you, but then again, torture can make time move agonizingly slow.

Your heavy eyelids were nearly closed from exhaustion, but when you felt Vader tapping your cheek - you shot them back open, "Don't die on me yet, beautiful." He smirked and you did your best to keep your eyes open in fear of upsetting him. It gets worse when he's upset, "Now I'll ask again, where is the main base located?"

You swallowed nervously, knowing if you gave up this information - many of your friends would die by this devil's hand, "Go fuck yourself." You spat stubbornly.

Vader sighed with a light eye roll, "I gotta say, you're a feisty little thing." He got closer to you and gently brushed your hair behind your ear - he has a habit of doing small gestures such as this.

Although it's not something he will ever admit, but he's taken a bit of a liking to you - your loyalty and strength throughout these past few days has been something he's admired. But that doesn't change the fact that he plans to break you in order to get what he wants.

You wanted to recoil from his touch, but you couldn't - so you remained chained in place with your eyes following his movements with disgust, "Why do you keep touching my hair?" You asked after counting this to be the dozenth time he's doted upon you this way.

"It's pretty," He ran his gloved fingers through it, bringing it in front of you as he met your gaze once more, "Like you." He smirked flirtatiously.

"You're making me nauseous." You grimaced at his compliment.

He chuckled as he dropped his hand back down to his side, "I love a girl with some fire; I've had my fair share, but you are a bold one." He brought his face closer to yours as he grazed his lips against your bruised lips, your breath catching in your throat, "Now," You felt cold metal touching your delicate skin, and you already knew what it was; making your stomach churn, "Let's continue my darling. Where was that rebel base again?" He pressed the knife against your skin with more force, bringing you pain.

More time has passed, and you still had no idea how long you had been there. But you have been seeing Vader less and less - you figured he was finally getting bored of you.

And that bothered you.

As days went by, your heart started to pound as he walked through the door, and not out of fear - but with excitement. They say that torture is one of the roots to insanity - and that's exactly what was happening to you. Your sanity seeped away from your body along with every drop of blood you lost.

As you hung from the ceiling with your eyes closed, the door to the room opened for what felt like the first time in days, "Miss me?" His voice engulfed your ears and you opened your eyes to see the face you have been dying to look at.

You slowly nodded, causing his smirk to widen, "Yes." You whispered.

He knew exactly what was happening with you, he knew that you were growing a deep infatuation towards him, and that's exactly what he wanted and planned. A woman who loves him will give him everything he asks for.

"We'll I'm here now," He stroked your cheek with the back of his hand, making you smile as your heart raced in your chest, "And I've missed you too." He spoke sweetly to you; his words also not a complete lie.

"You did?" You asked with hope that his words were true.

He nodded slowly, continuing to caress your cheek that held healed scars, "Of course I did (y/n), you are what I always look forward to whenever I come back." He leaned forward and pressed his lips to your forehead; you closed your eyes and enjoyed the doting of your captor. Not a single person has ever made gestures to you such as this, and at first they disgusted you, but soon, you grew to crave them.

But it all started when he'd bathe you and wash your hair, change your clothe and feed you -- he took care of you. No one has ever taken care of you, only you have taken care of others. And you loved it.

Stockholm syndrome is what many would call what you're experiencing; but you, in your obsessive intoxicated state, would call this love.

"Are you ready to tell me everything?" He asked with a head tilt.

You pressed your lips together tightly. You've been holding back because you feared that once you gave him what he wanted - he wouldn't come to see you anymore.

"Oh (y/n)," He trailed his finger up your body, "If you're worried that this would be the end of our relationship, then you're not as smart as I thought you were." He began to lift your shirt up with only his finger, exposing your stomach to the cold air, "Because you see," His eyes flickered up to yours; holding a deep desire for you, "I have many uses for you."

Your lips parted and you let out a gasp as his cold fingers stroked your waist; he smiled at your reaction.

"So tell me where they are." He squeezed your waist, and pressed his lips to the top of your nose, "Please," He whispered, bring his lips near yours - teasing you, "I'll kiss you if you do darling, I know how much you want it. How much you want me." His eyes lifted from your lips, and locked with your gaze - his face closer than it has ever been; his nose was practically pressing into your cheek.

"Hoth, Dantooine, Alderaan, and Felucia," You finally gave in after weeks of holding back.

He smiled wider than you've ever seen and it brought you joy to please him, "Do you have exact coordinates in that pretty little head of yours?"

You nodded eagerly, "Of course I do."

Vader brought both of his hands up and cupped your cheeks before pressing his lips to yours. Your body and soul ignited in flames as you kissed the devil; your once pure soul is now turning into ash, and your heart of gold was tainted with black as you willingly handed yourself to the Darth Vader.

After he kissed you, he slowly backed away and gazed into your eyes, "Thank you my darling, you've been so good for me."

He slowly lowered his hands and gently dug his fingers into the waistband of your pants - making you gasp as his fingertips brushed your clit.

He immediately pressed his lips back to yours, and drew circles around your clit; prompting you to moan into his mouth.

After a few moments of intense bliss, you felt two of his gloved fingers entering your soaking pussy, "Are you enjoying your reward?" He asked lowly as his fingers began to fuck your hole fast, and he dropped his lips to your neck.

"Yes sir," You responded breathlessly.

He chuckled against your neck after biting at the sensitive skin, "Good girl; is there anything else you can think of to tell me?" He asked as he used his other hand to fully remove your pants, and he kicked them away with his boot.

You searched your mind, praying there was something else so he can reward you further, "Obi-Wan Kenobi, the commander of the rebels, has been hiding in Corellia." You informed him, and he paused momentarily at the mention of that name.

He backed away from you, "Are you positive that's where he is?" He asked more sternly.

You nodded, "That's the last place I saw him before coming here. So as long as he hasn't left between now and then, then yes."

He smiled again, "Thank you darling, you truly are a blessing," He praised you and went back to kissing your neck. You heard him removing his pants, and the butterflies in your stomach fluttered with excitement.

"I love you," You whispered in bliss; closing your eyes as he kissed down your chest.

Vader squeezed your hips and lifted you up to wrap your legs around his waist, "I know you do." He responded, pushing his hard cock into you.

You both moaned together, loud, as you tugged on the chains that still held you up. Vader thrusted into you relentlessly, just as he's been fantasizing about doing since he brought you here.

"You feel even better than I thought you would, fuck," He removed his lips from your chest and continued to slam your body down his cock. He watched your face twist into pleasure with every stroke; he adored the way your lips parted with every moan and the way your cheeks flushed, and how sweet your cries of pleasure were - he could listen to you all day, "Would you do anything for me (y/n)?"

You nodded without hesitation, "I'll do anything you ask sir, anything."

Vader smirked as he pulled himself out of you, and proceeded to stand behind you before entering you once more, "Obedience such as that should always be rewarded; now tell your new Master how good he's making you feel." He slapped your ass as he fucked you aggressively from behind.

The sound of your cunt soaking his cock could be heard bouncing from the walls - following your screams of pleasures that others might mistake for screams of pain.

"So good, you're gonna make me cum master," You squealed as you shot your head back, hitting him in the chest. He kept one hand on your hip as he quickly thrusted into you, while his other hand wrapped around your neck - his lips trailing love bites along the back of your neck.

"Good," He shoved his cock into you harder and faster, "You deserve to cum," He dug his nails into your waist, and began to moan softly into your ear, "So please cum for me darling, I want to feel you tremble around my cock."

You couldn't hold it in anymore - you cried in bliss, tears forming in your eyes as you came harder than you ever have. Your legs shook from under you, and you gave Vader what he wanted; you trembled from the intense orgasm that left you feeling like jello - pushing him closer to his own release.

He tightened his hold around your neck, but he was careful as to not seriously hurt you. It's no secret that he's grown an attachment towards you. He doesn't necessarily understand what he's feeling, but all he knows is that he doesn't want to hurt you anymore, and he doesn't want you to ever leave.

You weren't the only one who gained an obsession.

And now, now you were his.

"I'm about to cum in that your pussy, fuck you feel so perfect on my cock," He picked up his pace, and pulled your hair while continuing to leave territorial marks on your neck.

He stole you away from your life, and now you belong to him - for the rest of your life.

"Cum in me V, please," You begged as you continued to tremble from the sensitivity; this was, without a doubt, the best sexual experience you ever had.

Vader dropped both his hands to your waist, and pounded into your pussy that was dripping onto the floor from how wet he made you. Every stroke along your warm walls brought him closer to his release, and his cock began to throb inside of you.

"Fuck yes, oh my god-" Vader whimpered as he leaned his head back and closed his eyes; enjoying the euphoric sensation of his cock exploding his cum into you - not caring about repercussions.

He slowly went in and out of you while he milked himself of every drop, before pulling his cock out of you, making you shiver. You immediately began to miss it, craving his love and praise like a drug.

He walked in front of you again with a drunken smile. His breathing uneven as he recovered from the unholy act of stealing away the final pieces of your soul.

"How was your reward my love?" He asked cockily, knowing full well that he put you under a lifelong spell, and deepened your love for him.

You smiled your eyes holding nothing but an obsessive love as you gazed upon him, an Angel, "I want more."

"I have some rebels to kill first," He chuckled, "May I have those coordinates now?" He asked with a light kiss to your nose.

You nodded and told him everything you knew.

"Thank you darling," He brushed your hair behind your ear with an appreciative smile, "I'll be back for you soon, I promise." He kissed your lips once more, and that was the last thing you remembered before exhaustion hit you and your world fell into darkness.

#anakin x y/n #anakin skywalker #anakin x reader #smut #anakin smut #star wars #heavy smut #stockhom syndrome #torture #darth vader #dark side #love #vader

[httpjeon]

heajix ― jungkook (m.)

jungkook/reader | alien!au | angst, fluff, smut

wordcount: 13.1k

contents: violence, blood, stabbing, minor character death, murder, mentions of mass genocide, knotting, breeding kink/impreg kink, light size kink, dirty talk, blowjob, fingering, cunnilingus, begging, multiple orgasms, light cumflation, cum eating, cum sharing

― synopsis: you find yourself on palacios, home to the sehebon. unfortunately, it’s not by choice and you quickly realize how deadly the planet is.

note: heajix is pronounced hay-jicks

© httpjeon 2019. do not repost or modify.

blog masterlist ― made of stardust masterlist

You'd been traveling, backpacking to be precise, through Fanet IV System — the newest system to be open for interplanetary travel. While you were traveling and exploring the newly available system and planets you began experiencing extreme technical difficulties. You wound up having to make an emergency landing on the planet of perpetual night called Palacios, home of the Heajix — an obscure, secretive race small in population.

Unfortunately, the least developed planet hadn't taken too kindly to their status of open-for-visits and had seemingly gone into a global lockdown of some sort since it began.

The second you stepped off your craft, you began to cough. The pollution in the air and smog that you could see had you scrambling for the mask you'd been given ahead of your visit.

You were in the heart of the capital city, Yathe, and it was nothing like you'd expected. Instead of a bustling metropolis like on all the other planets — it was nothing but abandoned buildings and graffiti covered walls. There seemed to be limited electricity supplied as street lamps flickered on and off, though most didn't work. The ones that were flickering helped you navigate your way around regardless.

The place was basically lawless, from what you knew, and the citizens did what they wanted to for the most part.

Pulling your backpack over your shoulders, you began to make your way through a nearby residential area. The houses, if you could call them that, were dilapidated and run-down; some had broken windows and others were completely destroyed. The Heajix's native tongue was plastered all over the ruined buildings and, while you weren't fluent, were talking shit about the other planets.

Using the flashlight on your phone, and aided by the illumination of the moon, you managed to find yourself in front of a house. It was small and wooden, no doubt old. When you walked inside, you realized it was just a simple one-room house with an attached bathroom as the only other room.

It was a gamble to assume it was unoccupied but, you really didn't have any other choices since you really couldn't spend the night out on the street. Your communications were down and there was no cell service.

You sighed and stepped inside, wincing at the visible dust floating around the room — thankful for your mask. When you turned to lock the door, you were dismayed to find there was only a broken locking mechanism. Groaning, you banged your head against the door.

"Why does my life suck? This planet might actually kill me!" You grumbled to yourself.

You dropped your backpack on the floor, unraveling the sleeping bag that was attached at the bottom and dropping it in a suitable sleeping place. There was a window right beside the front door, large enough for you to clearly see outside and allowing the moonlight to drift in.

You placed your bag in the corner near your sleeping bag and sat down. It was soft and cushioned, helping you to not feel the hard, rough floor beneath. There was a pillow sewn into the sleeping bag which you laid your head on.

The trip had been long and grueling, taking a week to complete so sleep quickly caught up to you. As your eyes fluttered closed, just before darkness completely overtook you, you swear you saw someone moving in the window.

Waking up to no sunlight was definitely jarring and you quickly realized that your circadian rhythm was going to flip out. Regardless, you looked at the time and it was just past 9 in the morning so you stood up and stretched, intending to take a shower. Grabbing your backpack, you dragged it over to the bathroom. Toting the thing made you realize how heavy it was — you'd packed so much into it for the trip. It hit the floor with a clunk and you were briefly concerned it would break the wood floor beneath.

There was a shower — a rusted spigot and a broken hot water nozzle. You groaned, realizing how shitty your morning was about to be. You reached in, turning the nozzle. The pipes clanged loudly and made a high pitched wailing noise before spurting out water. Your jaw dropped open and you let out a cry of despair at the yellowed water.

After finishing your horrifying shower, 20 minutes of holding in shrieks from the cold polluted water, you sat on the floor in the main area by the window. You did notice that the moon was a lot brighter than it had been and provided more visibility. Pulling out your file from your backpack, you hunched over the floor to take note of the crummy conditions the planet lived in along with their lack of fresh, clean water.

It was a hobby of sorts, traveling through newly opened solar systems and journaling your stay on the planets.

Checking your phone, you noticed it was nearing noon and your stomach began to growl. You slipped your shoes on and put the mask back on your face before stepping out; hiding your belongings in the bathroom to make it seem like the house was empty should anyone come by.

When you stepped outside, you felt a shiver travel up your spine at the ominous atmosphere. It was completely silent, not a single soul in sight and it set you on edge. Pulling the hood of your hoodie up, you kept your head down as you began to walk towards the area where your ship had been parked. 

Truth be told, it was quite common on planets of weaker economies for the Capital Planet to provide the citizen with rations. 

There were other planets you'd seen them on, and as you walked through the smoggy city you were pleased to find a run-down building marked with a giant red symbol of Vulia — capital of Fanet IV. 

The glass doors were smashed open and you easily stepped inside. It was dark and dusty with minimal light helping to guide you. Finally giving in, you turned your cell phone's flashlight on and began to look around.

The place was massive and you were shocked to see that the shelves were still lined with food. It wasn't abundant but it was clear not many people had been picking from the rations.

You grabbed some things from the shelf, realizing you should have brought your backpack. Most of the food was marked in foreign text but you didn’t care. You just needed food or else you wouldn’t survive long enough, on the planet, to even figure out how to get home. 

You put some in your pockets and carried others in your hands as you swiftly left the building. Looking around, you felt like someone was watching you but the streets were pedestrian-free. In fact it was eerily empty — it was reminiscent of a ghost town. Strange considering it was the capital city of the planet. 

Not wanting to risk getting into trouble, you hurried on your way the your ‘home’. Regretfully, as you shut the door, you remembered the door didn’t properly lock. You weren’t particularly handy enough to really fix it by yourself, unfortunately.

You saved as much food as you could in order to avoid having to go back out and quickly found yourself bored. Looking at the clock, you realized it was only about 2pm. There was no way you could go outside to find something to do. Aside from the fact you knew close to nothing about the planet, you also didn't feel safe out and about.

So you sat there, watching the hours tick by. Your phone battery was depleting and there was no way to charge it — the planet wasn’t quite equipped with outlets and electricity. Once it was dead you were going to be so fucked — no flashlight and no way to tell the time.

It was still early when you decided to roll out your sleeping bag and lay down. You spent a while simply staring at the walls and ceiling daydreaming. 

As you lay there in your own world, out of the corner of your eye, something shifted in the darkness of your window.

You sat up quickly, turning your head to look but found nothing to see.

"Now I'm starting to hallucinate," You grumbled, laying back down and turning your back to the window.

You sighed when you woke back up, glancing at your phone indicated it'd only been a couple hours. Blinking the sleep out of your eyes, your gaze shifted to the window once again.

Your breath caught in your chest when you could make out the shape of a person standing there — silhouetted against the moon's light.

You couldn't see their face but you knew they could see you, you could feel their gaze burning into you, as they brought their hand to the glass and tapped three times. You didn't breathe, eyes wide with fear you watched as their head tilted to the side. They lifted their hand up again, no doubt intending to knock again when they froze.

You swear you could hear muffled voices but it was so faint it was nearly impossible to be sure that's what you heard. The person's head snapped to the side, body going stiff.

Much to your horror, a second figure made an appearance from a few feet behind them.

All was still for a second before the first figure bolted and took off running. The second person stood there for a second and you were scared they were going to harass you as well. However, the person turned and walked in the opposite direction the other one ran.

With your sleeping bag pulled up to your eyes, you knew you weren't going to be falling asleep again.

When the morning came, you began trying to fix the lock — the night before having made you terrified for your safety. It was a simple type of latch and it took you hours to figure out a way to get it to work — with the help of a bobby pin and a spare pen you had in your bag.

It wasn't the best but it gave you a sense of peace of mind. 

You hoped you'd be able to sleep.

Staring at the window, you sighed — maybe you could find something to cover it up when you grew the courage to go out again. You really needed to, having run out of rations and on your last bottle of water that you had collected.

Your phone was almost completely dead after you had been using it to light your work on the lock. The bar was red indicating a sad 18% power left.

The time was a bit past 5PM and you decided to go while it was still technically daytime. Once outside, you wanted to cry with how much you hated it.

Curse you and you terrible luck. 

You could only hope that the signals for help you'd sent out would miraculously find their way to someone who could help you. There was also the possibility of you finding someone in Yathe who could help you — whenever you gained the courage to venture around and find help for yourself.

Until then, you'd just suffer by yourself.

You did the rounds again, this time you stuffed much more into your backpack — which you’d remembered to take. Every little creak and gust of wind caused you to jump, the image of that person standing at your window was still haunting you. 

You were going to be severely out of luck soon; with no phone, no way to contact Earth or a nearby planet to get to for safety, along with the apparent stalkers hiding in the dark. With worries weighing heavily on your mind, you found yourself drifting into your thoughts. Anxiety riddled your being and you cursed yourself for not having been prepared for an event like the one you were in.

The only thing that pulled you from your thoughts were the heavy footsteps not far behind you. The hair on the back of your neck stood on end and your hands began to tremble. Taking a glance over your shoulder, you saw a broad-shouldered individual meandering around behind you. With their hood pulled over their head, you couldn't see their face but you were sure it was a man.

When he noticed you looking, he picked up his pace intending to catch up to you. You held a whimper of fear in, speeding up your own pace.

His footsteps sped up again and you felt tears of fear pricking at your eyes — your house was right up ahead. You could get inside and lock him out.

Just before you reached your house, the footsteps stopped altogether. When you glanced over your shoulder, you saw the man talking to another person.

He had a friend.

You were in such deep shit.

Practically bolting to your house, you locked the door shut and placed your backpack in front of it — it was heavy and it wouldn't do much. Nonetheless, it helped you feel safe. You slid to the floor underneath the window, out of view.

Despite your fear, your stomach began to grumble with hunger. You chanced a peek out of the window and found there was not another soul in sight.

Your hands were shaking so bad it made it difficult to bring your drink safely to your lips. It took you an hour, according to your phone, to eat some of your food as you had kept drifting off into space.

A loud bang made your eyes shoot open, having fallen asleep against the wall with your knees to your chest. Drowsy, you looked around for the source of what woke you up.

Another bang and you saw your poorly locked door move with the weight of someone slamming against it. You scrambled backwards away from the door, eyes wide as tears pricked at them in fear.

There was nothing you could do as the lock gave and the door flew open. A man stood there, shoulders heaving as he glared at you. You could see only his eyes as his face was masked with scarf.

"Please..." You whispered, backing yourself into a corner.

"I knew you were a human," He growled, voice gruff and raw. "You know you're not welcome here."

"I-I..." Your mind blanked with any defense you could have made.

Just as he took another step forward, a second larger figured barreled through the open doorway. He was covered by an oversized black hoodie and black face mask. The heavy black boots on his feet added more to his height. You saw your life flash before your eyes and you just knew you were doomed.

"You—" The new man moved forward in the blink of an eye and had the other man jacked up against the wall by the front of his shirt.

"What did I tell you?" The second man asked, voice muffled by the full-face white mask he wore.

"Look—" The first man began but stopped when the second tightened his grip. "Fuck fine, I'll go."

The second man said nothing, simply letting the other go for him to run out the door. He sighed, shoulders relaxing as he turned to you.

You were frozen where you sat, his dark eyes, through the dark shadow his long bangs casted, doing nothing to quell your fear.

"What's your name?" He suddenly asked.

"_-_____," You muttered, not taking your eyes off him as he began to walk around your house. His boots thunked against the wood floors as he investigated whatever he saw.

"Well ______," He turned to you and sighed. "My name's Jungkook."

He crouched in front of you, the chain hanging on his jeans jingling when it met the floor, pulling the bands around his ears off and removed his mask.

It felt like the air was promptly knocked out of you. Even in the dark you could make out beautiful features on his face; wide, sparkling doe eyes with long curly bangs that hung in them. He had pretty, delicate lips with a small freckle beneath and a sharp jawline.

He was young and really good looking.

"N-Nice to meet you, Jungkook..." You stuttered.

He cocked his head to the side, fully sitting on the floor in front of you with his legs spread and arms resting on his knees. His dark eyes analyzed you, scanning over your features and body.

"What are you doing here?" He asked, his voice portraying no identifiable emotion.

"I-I just found this e-empty house and—"

"No, I mean why are you here...on Palacios," He nibbled on his bottom lip as he stared at you.

"I um...I was traveling and had to make an emergency landing on the nearest planet," You explained.

"Why are you still here?" Jungkook's eyebrows were furrowed.

"My...my communications are down and Palacios doesn't have cell reception," You explained. "I attempted to send out an emergency beacon when I landed but there's no telling if it went through. And I've been too scared to try and make the trek back to see."

"It's probably been looted and dismantled by now for spare parts," He said, making you groan in despair.

"Are there any like...Embassy officials I can talk to? Government officials that can help me?" With every question, you felt your heart beginning to race with anxiety once more.

Jungkook's shoulders shrugged as he shook his head. "Do you not know anything about this place?"

"Only what's been released through the media," You replied honestly. "That you guys went into a lockdown or something."

"We don't...like outsiders here," He whispered before looking away. "There's no one who can help you. We're governless and we have no officials."

"Well how do you have laws a-and—"

"Does it look like we have laws, _____?" He snapped, making you flinch. "Look around. This isn't Earth. We don't have the luxury of being law-abiding citizens. We do what we have to to survive."

"I-I'm sorry I didn't mean—"

"Let's go," He cut you off again, standing up.

"Where?" You whispered, staring up at him.

"I said let's go," He growled, reaching down and grabbing your elbow. You whined when he aggressively jerked you to your feet, ignoring the painful grip he had on you.

"Wait! My things!" You complained, trying to break out of his harsh grip.

Jungkook growled, snatching up your backpack and tossing it over his shoulder.

"My sleeping bag..."

"You don't need it," He grumbled, yanking you out of the broken doorway.

As you walked, you noticed he tugged his mask back on — hiding his face. To your surprise, he pulled you only a few houses down from the one you had been in. He pulled out a key ring from the belt loops on his jeans and slid a key in the lock.

The house was still fairy dilapidated but it had clearly been renovated and fixed up to suit his needs. He hastily slammed the door behind him and locked the three locks that were there — a knob lock, deadbolt, and a simple latch lock like the one in the place you’d been hiding in.

The house was a bit bigger than the one you'd been in — it had an actual bedroom. All except a single window towards the back of the house and a window you could see in the bedroom were boarded up. Jungkook dropped your belongings on the floor with a thud and dropped to sit on the tattered couch in the living area.

"Um..." You stood awkwardly in the middle of the room, watching as he removed his mask again and tossed it away. His eyes cut to you and he raised a brow in question. "Why am I here?"

"What do you mean?" He asked, closing his eyes as he laid his head on the back of the couch.

"I mean...at your house, why...am I in your house?"

He chuckled at your question and you bit your lip at the sight of his crooked smirk. "Well, you were nearly killed over there. Did you want to spend your night there?"

"Well, no, but..."

"Look," He sat up and sighed. "There was no way you could survive on your own in this place. Actual Heajix can barely survive. So, I'm doing you a favor and helping you out, okay? The least you could say is thank you."

"I...thank you." It came out more as a question and Jungkook scoffed.

"You can sleep here," He mumbled, getting to his feet and stalking past you to his room. As he passed you, a sweet smell, delicate scent wafted off of him and you couldn’t help but inhale. It was nice.

You felt around your pockets and realized you had left your phone behind. You whined as you sat down on the couch, not willing to ask Jungkook to go and retrieve it for you. Jungkook's door clicked shut and you were left alone and in silence. It was dark, the moonlight from the back window barely reaching where you were sitting.

You curled up, shivering at the cool draft and your lack of a blanket. Closing your eyes, you hoped for sleep to overtake you.

Soft footsteps moved around you and your eyes fluttered open. Jungkook stood in the kitchenette, shuffling with something on a plate. Sitting up, you winced at how sore your muscles were from curled up on the small space all night. Your neck felt stiff and hurt when you moved it a certain way. 

"Um what time is it?" You asked, voice groggy from sleep.

"I don't know," He replied, not looking at you.

"What do you mean you don't know?" You asked.

He turned around, carrying a plate over to the coffee table and placing it down. He was wearing a loose white sweater and sweatpants, long curly hair messy and hanging in his eyes. "I mean...we don't exactly have a concept of time anymore. There aren't really functioning clocks so we all just...run on our own schedules."

"I see..." You watched him pick at some food on the plate and pop it in his mouth. It looked like some kind of diced meat. "What is this?"

"Food," He replied shortly, not offering any other information even as you glared at him. "Eat before you die of starvation."

You sighed but couldn't deny the hunger pains in your stomach. Albeit suspiciously, you took a piece of meat and popped it in your mouth. You hummed, finding nothing strange tasting about it — it tasted similar to ham.

The two of you finished it together and he leaned back on the couch with a groan, patting his stomach. You sat in silence, listening to the wind blowing outside.

"It's probably going to storm soon," He muttered suddenly, eyes drifting towards the window.

You hummed in response, picking at a thread around a hole in your jeans. You weren’t sure how to reply to him, truthfully his tough attitude and mannerisms intimidated you. The last thing you wanted to do was make him mad enough to kick you out and it seemed like he had a bit of a short fuse. 

"Do you want a shower?" He suddenly asked, making you jump.

"Um...yeah I guess," You dreaded taking another shower in the filthy water but it’d give you a chance to be away from him and relax a bit.

Jungkook led you to the bathroom and you were surprised by how well maintained it was. He grabbed a towel from a shelf on the wall and tossed it to you. Then without uttering another word, he shut the door and left you alone.

You were pleased to see a hot water handle and eagerly turned it. Then, much to your surprise, the water came out perfectly clean and clear. Without wasting a second, you eagerly stripped and stepped under the warm shower.

It felt like you were in there for ages, having to use some soap Jungkook had to clean yourself. You hoped he didn't mind, though it smelled very good.

When you stepped out, you felt fresher and you were surprised to see new clothes on the countertop.

He had come in while you were shower.

Your face burned hot, hoping he hadn't looked. Throwing on the clothes, you hummed at how clean and nice you felt for the first time since being on the planet. When you walked out of the bathroom, Jungkook was sitting on the couch with his eyes closed and arms over his chest like he was napping.

"H-How did you have clean water?" You asked, taking a seat beside him.

You heard him inhale and felt his body tense. For a second you thought he was going to yell at you, but instead he opened his eyes to look at you. "I hooked all my piping to a private water reservoir that continuously purifies the water."

"That's...impressive," You whispered. "How'd you learn to do that?"

He shrugged. "Took a lot of testing, trial and error with the purification. But my parents were mechanical engineers in Zlathe."

"Zlathe?" You asked.

"It was another city a long time ago," He replied, running a hand through his hair revealing his forehead.

"...Was? What do you mean?" You sat up straighter and he sighed.

"Before everything fell, Zlathe was a neighboring city even bigger than Yathe," He explained.

"I don't understand," You muttered. "What do you mean everything fell?"

"You really are ignorant," He chuckled, though it held no mirth. You couldn’t find it in you to be offended because it was true; but no one outside knew anything about the planet.

"Well it's not my fault your planet is a secret," You mumbled, crossing your arms over your chest.

"We were less developed than everyone...the other planets," His voice held nothing but spite as he spat out the words. "Palacios is the smallest and collectively they all decided, even as we rejected the idea, to create landfills here to dispose of their waste so their own planets didn't become a mess."

"So...that's what caused the pollution?" You asked.

He nodded. "The more toxic the air became, the more sick people became. Those who were able to leave did and those who couldn't were trapped. All of our government leaders left us without a word. Everything went to complete chaos."

"That's horrible! They just abandoned their citizens?" You gasped, eyes wide with shock.

"One by one the cities became desolate. Yathe is, from what we know, the only standing safe city. When the population became crammed into this last safezone those fucking Vorderans swept in and raided every nook and cranny they could. We went from 500,000 people to a mere maybe...20,000?"

"Vorderans?" You hummed. "The people of Vulia? Capital Planet for Fanet IV? Why did they do that?"

Jungkook scoffed. "Why would I tell you? So you can report it back to the Humans and they can take what's left of an already dying people? We're a doomed species — pushed to the brink of extinction over greed and classicism. Why do you think we kill any outside official that comes here, huh?"

"W-We just...everyone just said Heajix were very...private," You muttered, a little startled by his aggressive attitude.

"Yeah they would," He spat. "They don't want to have to explain the complete genocide and decimation of a planet they spearheaded."

"Did you say kill?" You suddenly whispered, brain catching up to what he’d previous confessed.

"Of course, any foreign person who comes to us...after we warned the Embassy to leave us alone...they sign their own death warrant," He said, absolutely no remorse in his voice.

"Is that why that guy broke in?" You asked, which he nodded at.

"Yeah, you were targeted by him even though it wasn't even discussed," When he heard you hum in confusion. "We may not have people in high positions telling us what to do but we do maintain some order. Any foreign person who comes here is watched and if they're deemed a threat we take them out. So far...every person has proved themselves to be so. But you...we hadn't caught you doing anything other than trying to survive and hide so we voted to leave you alone."

"So why did that guy—"

"He went off the deep end I guess, didn't trust you and wanted to take you out on his own terms to be safe. He'll be punished and dealt with appropriately," He said, pulling his sleeves of his sweatshirt up to show a wide expanse of tattoos written in a foreign text. "All criminals after punishment are made to have a tattoo on their skin detailing the nature and severity of the crime. It's kind of like a way to shame us for behaving that way. It’s a little piece of our culture we’ve maintained even after the fall."

You leaned closer, looking over the intricate text that was displayed. He had a handful from what you could tell.

"I take it you're not going to tell me what your crimes are?" You asked, unsurprised when he yanked his sleeve down harshly.

"What the hell happened to your arm?" He suddenly asked, changing the subject, eyes pinned to your arm.

When you looked down to follow his gaze, you were shocked to see a nasty purpling bruise around your elbow.

"I have no idea," You muttered. However, he grabbed your wrist and you gasped, attempting to yank yourself away. "That hurts, you know! Jeez, why are you so rough?"

"Rough?" He scoffed. "I'm barely even touching you!"

"Well, you've got a twisted concept of gentle," You muttered, rubbing your now sore wrist. "Oh."

"What?" He grumbled, pouting at having been chewed out by you.

"It's where you grabbed me yesterday," You muttered. "Jeez I knew you were rough but..."

"I wasn't that rough..." At the tone of his voice, you looked up and saw him frowning. He lightly ran his fingers over the bruise. "I didn't meant to hurt you."

"I..." You were shocked by how upset he seemed over it, showing actual concern. "It's okay...it'll heal. J-Just be more careful next time, okay?"

"I didn't realize how easy you are to hurt," He muttered, still staring at your bruise. "You're a delicate race, huh? I'll be more careful, I promise."

You smiled at him and nodded. His lips twitched upward in his own smile and the two of you fell into a comfortable silence.

The following day, Jungkook stood before you with a backpack on his shoulders. His mask was in place and he looked at you where you sat on his couch.

"When I leave, lock the door behind me," He ordered you, watching as you quickly nodded your head. "And don't open up until you're sure it's me, got it?"

"Got it," You replied, feeling anxious over the situation.

His boots stomped against the floor as he walked to the door, casting one strong glance at you over his shoulder before walking out and slamming it shut. You quickly raced over and slid the latch lock in place and twisted the deadbolt while he locked the knob. Left alone in the silence, you felt extremely uncomfortable.

You looked around, eyes falling on the door to Jungkook's bedroom. Debating for a moment, you decided he'd probably be gone long enough for you to have a peek.

Pushing the door open, you were pleased at how nice it smelled — Jungkook's clean scent permeating from every inch.

As you stepped inside, you noticed a pile of old, worn books in one corner. He had a table beside his bed with a picture frame on it. Taking a seat on his mattress, you grabbed the frame and examined it. There was a picture of Jungkook, albeit a bit younger, standing with a man and woman on either side of him and behind him a taller man who looked similar to Jungkook.

You opened the drawer of his table, having to pull hard as it seemed to be off the track. It was empty inside aside from a paper you couldn't read and a bottle of lotion. Humming, you simply pushed the drawer back closed and looked around the room some more.

Deciding there was nothing else worth looking at, you stepped out of his room and shut the door. Boredom struck immediately and you dropped down onto the couch and curled up.

The least you could do is take a nap.

Your rest didn't last long because you were startled awake by violent knocks on the door. From outside, you could hear Jungkook calling your name. Jumping to your feet, you scrambled to unlock the door and let him in. He sounded so panicked that your hands were shaking by the time you slid the latch lock open.

Jungkook burst in the second the door was open and promptly fell to the ground with a groan. You shut the door and shakily locked it again before turning to him.

"J-Jungkook? What happened?" You crouched down and helped him pull his backpack off.

He winced, making a hissing noise the second he was made to move. You gasped, noticing the way that he was holding his side — red seeping through his fingers.

"Oh my god, what happened?!" You cried, hands hovering above him not knowing what to do.

"J-Just a stupid accident," He groaned, the back of his head hitting the floor harshly when he tossed it back. The impact didn’t seem to bother him. "Was chasin' some animal and I fell. Caught myself on some scrap metal on the way down."

"Holy crap, how bad is it?" You urged him to move his hand so you could see his wound.

The metal had torn a hole in his shirt and you could see a deep gash across his ribs. There was blood gushing from it and you were worried about the possibility of infection.

"It needs to be cleaned and probably stitched, Jungkook," You muttered, watching him put his hand back over it to slow the bleeding.

"I don't have t-to clean it or stitch it," His eyebrows were drawn together and his jaw was clenched in pain.

"I have a first aid kit in my backpack," You stood up quickly, ignoring his protests, dashing over to where your backpack was leaning against the wall.

Zipping it open, you began to fish through your belongings searching for the little white box. You pulled out a towel, deciding it might be good to help clean him up some. You made a soft sound when you finally spotted the kit, pulling it out and holding it up in triumph.

Sitting beside Jungkook again, you helped him remove his shirt. There were a few tattoos and scars scattered along his chest and abdomen but you didn't have time to ogle at his naked body. You pressed the spare towel against his wound and apologized as he hissed in pain. His hand was covered red in blood — some of it having dripped down his wrist to his elbow. You noticed that his mask was gone as well.

"Okay, I'm going to put some antiseptic on it alright?" You asked, pulling the towel off slightly. "It's going to burn like...really bad but—"

"Just do it," He groaned. "Nothing can top this pain right now."

You sighed and ripped open an alcohol wipe. The second it touched the wound, Jungkook's entire body jerked and he let out a sharp word in his mother tongue that you assumed was a cuss. In another situation, you would have laughed at the reaction. Next, you cleaned it with some hydrogen peroxide, making sure to flush the wound as best you could.

"Wh-Where did you learn to do this?" He asked, voice tight with pain.

"Well...I have just basic knowledge from things I've seen on like TV and..stuff like that. So I don't actually know if I'm doing it right or not," You whispered. "But the point is it's getting cleaned, right?"

"Shit, I guess you're right," He mumbled, eyes focused on the ceiling above him.

"I-It's still bleeding, it really will need stitches...it's so deep," You whispered, watching as blood continued to seep through.

"Can you do it?" He asked.

"I don't know...the only thing we can do is try, right?" You were lucky you had a full first aid kit, complete with a sterile needle and thread.

It was quite dark and you had to lean close to see the edges of the wound. You took it slow, apologizing to Jungkook whenever the needle pierced the torn skin. Little by little, the wound was closed until you managed to tie a tight knot to ensure the stitches wouldn't open back up.

Sitting back, you let out a sigh of relief. "I have some pain medicine," You said, taking out a few tablets of Ibuprofen from the first aid kit.

"Thanks," He popped them in his mouth, wincing as he had to swallow them dry.

Then was a big sigh, his body finally relaxed against the floor. He blinked slowly, as if he was struggling to stay awake. You assumed his adrenaline rush crashed and he was growing tired — no doubt exhausted from the adrenaline crash.

"This is insane," He mumbled suddenly, voice sounding slurred.

"What is?" You questioned.

"Before I would just think of getting myself home safe and that'd be the end of it," His lashes fluttered as he fought the sleep that threatened to overtake him. "But this time...all I could think was that I had to get back to you so you would be safe. Unbelievable."

You couldn't help but smile, though he missed it as his eyes finally closed. In a matter of moments, his breathing evened out and you knew he fell asleep.

Right on the floor.

Chuckling, you shook your head and wandered to his bedroom to pull the blanket off his bed — just a thin throw blanket and one of his pillows. You returned to him and carefully, doing your best not to wake him, placed the pillow beneath his head and the blanket over his body.

Your own exhaustion seemed to catch up to you and you curled up on the couch, your own eyes shutting as you stared at Jungkook's sleeping form.

When you woke up, it was on your own. You saw Jungkook was still asleep and sighed. Quickly pulling yourself up, you wandered over to him. Sitting down, you peeled the blanket off of him. You moved his arm off his chest so you could look at his wound but you let out a harsh gasp at what you saw. Jungkook's eyes immediately popped open and sharply turned to look at you.

"What is it?" He asked, body relaxing when he realized it was just you.

"Y-Your wound..." You leaned down to get a closer look, looking at your uneven stitching over the red skin.

"What about it?" He hummed, looking down to take a look at himself.

"It's healed up..." Beneath the stitches, the skin was still reddened but there was no sign of the open wound that was once there. Just a puffy looking scar was left in its wake.

"Oh good," He sat up and stretched his arms — his joints popping at the action, making him groan. "Hand me my backpack, yeah?"

"What do you mean good?! Yesterday you were bleeding out on the floor a-and now you're acting like it's just okay?!" You cried, throwing your hands up in frustration.

He stared at you for a moment, looking confused before sighing. He rolled over and grabbed his backpack, pulling it into his lap and digging through.

"Eat something and then we'll talk, okay?" He pulled out a bar of something and when you opened it, it resembled a granola bar but was much softer.

When you took a bite, you were surprised that it tasted like meat. But it wasn't bad. Jungkook pulled out his own and quietly began eating. It was silent between the two of you, as you simply ate. Before long, you were finished and Jungkook simply threw the wrappers into his backpack.

"Now will you tell me?" You muttered, raising a brow when he sighed.

He stood up and moved over to the couch, leaving you kneeling beside his makeshift bed. He sat down and looked at you expectantly, making you rise to your feet and stumble over to sit beside him.

"I guess there's no reason to hide it," You scanned over him as he spoke, taking the opportunity to look over his body again. He was fit, no doubt, with faint abs and lovely, veiny forearms.

"So you have super healing abilities?" You asked quietly.

"We...our species produces a chemical naturally that can heal virtually anything," He explained. "It's in any fluid we excrete; even sweat. And it's in our blood, obviously."

"That's amazing..." You whispered, eyes drifting back to his wound. "Why did you let me take care of it if you knew it was going to heal up?"

"I...Because the other planets use us for it," He muttered, fists clenching. "Do you remember what I told you? About the Vorderans?" You nodded and he continued, "They...collected us for the chemical. They produce the highest quality super medicine in the solar system. And it's because they slaughtered thousands of us to get it."

"So...you didn't trust me to tell me?" You asked, though there was no tone to indicate you were trying to guilt him.

"No," He sighed. "But since you did take care of me...I figured I could at least give it a try, right?"

"Thank you, Jungkook," You smiled. "I'm really happy you're okay, you know. I was really worried. Without you, I'd be doomed here."

"That's very true," He smirked, relaxing into the couch. "You're absolutely helpless!"

"Hey!" You pouted. "You could teach me, you know?"

"Teach you how to survive out there?" He asked, nodding his head towards the door. You nodded and he shook his head. "You're too much of a target. I wouldn't be able to handle looking after you and trying to scavenge."

"I guess that's true," You muttered. "I just don't want to be a burden. You went out of your way to help me and I've done nothing in return for the fact you keep helping me."

He wore a frown as he looked at you. "You're not a burden. In fact, I actually appreciate having you around."

"You do?" You asked, your heart stuttering in your chest as he looked at you with sparkling eyes.

"Yeah," He smiled. "I hadn't realized how lonely I was. But with you here now, I feel a lot...happier. Lighter. It feels nice to not be alone."

"I...I'm happy I can make you feel that way, Jungkook," You whispered, meeting his eyes.

The two of you sat like that in silence. You felt a soft brush of Jungkook's fingers on your hand and he easily laced his fingers through yours.

You felt content; happy even.

You were curled up on the couch, unable to sleep through the howling sound of the wind outside. Rain was pouring down and the thunder was so loud your ears were ringing. Clouds blocked out the moon, blanketing you in complete and total darkness.

It was cold, Jungkook still hadn't given you a blanket and you were beginning to think he forgot. The storm had brought the temperature down drastically, leaving your teeth chattering in effect.

The storm was unlike anything you'd experienced on Earth. It was actually a bit scary.

You sat up, finally unable to take it anymore. There was no reason for you to suffer like you were.

You tiptoed over to Jungkook's bedroom and suddenly hesitated. You didn't want to wake him up for a silly blanket, you'd feel bad. Your shoulders sagged and you turned back to sit back down on the couch.

Somehow, you managed to doze off, curled up in a ball in an attempt to keep warm.

You were awoken very soon after by the weight of something warm being laid upon you. Eyes fluttering open, you met Jungkook's eyes. His brows were furrowed and when he saw you were awake, knelt down beside the couch.

"You're freezing, why didn't you ask me for a blanket?" He whispered, mindlessly tucking the blanket around you.

"I-I didn't want to wake you," You mumbled, voice wobbly from shivering.

"Don't worry about that," He grumbled. "I'd rather you wake me up than fucking freeze to death during a storm."

"I'm sorry," You whispered, eyes fluttering again as you finally warmed up. It felt so cozy beneath the blanket and it smelled just like Jungkook. "Thank you, Jungkook."

"Don't worry about it," He whispered, brushing some stray hair off your face as your eyes closed once again.

"It's my duty to take care of you now," He uttered once he was sure you were asleep.

The first time you noticed something was wrong was when you began to get dizzy randomly — usually accompanying a roaring headache. You ignored it, however, choosing to nap off the headache and continue your days on like usual.

Jungkook began going out for scavenging more and more — bringing home killed rodents and other animals. Sometimes he would come home with some rations or a snack from when the world was a functioning metropolis.

"Are you feeling okay?" He asked one morning while the two of you ate some breakfast you prepared.

"Huh?" You looked up from your plate at him.

He was gazing at you, brows furrowed as usual but his head was cocked to the side. "You just look really dazed. And you're barely touching your food."

"Ah, I just..." You cleared your throat. "I lost my appetite, I guess."

"Well, I'm going to go out again today," He said, eating the last of what was on his plate. "I'll be back tonight as usual, alright?"

"Yeah, be careful okay?" You whispered, watching as he hesitated staring at you.

He lifted his hand and placed it softly on your head, smiling.

"I'll see you soon."

Left alone, you ate as much of the food as you could before you had to toss it. You found yourself laying on the couch once again, feeling sluggish and lazy. Deciding a nice nap was in order, you let your eyes flutter shut.

When you woke back up, it felt like you were hit by a bus. You groaned, your head pounding making you whine. Sitting up proved to be a bad move as you felt your stomach turn. Immediately you let yourself flop back down.

Of course you'd get sick on a dystopian planet with no access to medicine.

The hours ticked by and there was no sign of Jungkook. You'd gotten accustomed to his schedule and the general time frame you both ran in so you knew he was well overdue for his return.

You became antsy, pacing around and taking naps when you could. The cold you'd acquired seemed to only get worse as you were plagued with an unfortunate fever. Hiding under your blanket didn't help and being out from the blanket didn't help either. You whined, knowing you didn't have any medicine to help break your fever.

Feeling crappy and concerned about Jungkook made tears sting your eyes; you were always a cry baby when sick.

The door opening finally is what woke you up. Jungkook grumbled, slamming the door.

"Why the hell wasn't the door properly locked?" He snapped, dropping his bag on the floor with a bang.

"Hey...that's loud," You whined, flinching at the way your head began to pound.

"Answer me—hey...what's the matter?" He asked, losing his anger for concern.

"I'm sick," You complained, watching as he kneeled down.

"Sick?" He mumbled, looking over your face — noticing your glassy eyes.

"I have a fever," You explained with a sigh.

He hummed, bringing his hand up to press his palm against your forehead. He hissed, pulling back and sighing.

"I was so scared you weren't coming back, you were gone so long," You whispered, shakily sitting up.

Jungkook's hands hovered in the air, ready to help or catch you if you fell. "I'm sorry, I went a little further than I usually do. But I was only gone overnight. It wasn't that long."

"It felt like days," You whined, tears stinging your eyes.

"I'm sorry," He whispered, cupping your cheek and brushing some hair away from your eye. "I didn't mean to upset you so much."

"It's okay, I'm just...a crybaby," You muttered, cheeks flushing at the fond smile that crossed Jungkook's face — a cute bunny-like smile.

"I...can help you feel better, if you'd let me," He asked, moving to sit beside you on the couch. "My species can cure illnesses, remember?"

"How will you do that?" You asked, voice a little slurred.

"Well..." In the moon's illumination, you could see his ears burning red. "I...I can kiss you?"

Your mind blanked at those words, blinking several times to take in what he said. You recalled what he said about his saliva, or any fluid, possessing the chemical to cure illnesses. Still, despite the fact it was for medicinal purposes, your stomach fluttered with butterflies and your heart stuttered in your chest the idea of kissing him.

"I-I don't mind..." You uttered, subconsciously licking your lips.

He cupped your cheek, leaning down and ever so softly brushed his lips against yours. When you sighed happily at the contact, he surged forward and pulled you into a much deeper kiss. Your lips moved in unison and you couldn't help but reach up to wrap your arms around his neck.

Shuddering, you held in a whimper when his tongue met your lips. You eagerly opened your mouth, shuddering as the taste of him lingered upon your tongue. Your fingers clutched at his hair as you continued to deepen the kiss.

After several long, lovely seconds of the kiss — he finally pulled away. There was a small strand of saliva still connecting the two of you. He brushed his thumb across your lips, breaking the strand.

The two of you sighed, falling silent but he kept his hand on your cheek.

"You should rest now, you'll feel better soon," He whispered, standing up and stepping away.

You missed his touch immediately, and watched him until he disappeared behind his bedroom door.

You curled up under the blanket, fingers pressed to your lips as the feeling of him kissing you lingered. The way your heart began to race made you sigh heavily; what an effect he had on you.

The next day, you were feeling much better and were back to eating properly. You could tell Jungkook was happy; he was positively beaming and smiling at you every chance he got.

It was cute.

The two of you were playing a card game; using some cards you'd had in your bag for when you were bored on the trip through Fanet IV. You were teaching him Earth games and how to play.

You were just about to beat him for the 5th time at Go Fish when there was a heavy knock on the door. Both of you jumped and Jungkook was on his feet in a second.

His whole body was tense and his fists were clenched so tightly that his knuckles were white. He carefully moved in front of you, shielding your body from the door subconsciously.

"Wh-What is it?" You asked, keeping your voice low.

"No one should come here," He whispered back. "Go hide in the bedroom, alright?"

"But Jungkook—"

"Just do it!" He snapped, giving a gentle push to your back to urge you into the open doorway.

You spared him a longing glance before he pulled the door shut with a soft click.

You took a seat on his bed, listening through the thin walls as Jungkook's heavy footsteps moved towards the door. There was a loud click as he unlocked the deadbolt.

There was a quick beat of silence before a slam so loud that you had to cover your mouth to keep from shrieking.

"Fuck! What the fuck are you doing here?!" You heard Jungkook shout.

"Followed you home," Came a gruff, almost bored-sounding reply. "You weren't very smart. Didn't even notice you were being tailed."

"Fuck," You heard Jungkook swear.

"Now, I hope you make this easy for me and just come along nicely," The stranger asked. “Maybe if you tell me where more are hiding, I'll go easy on you.”

Jungkook didn't offer a reply but you could hear heavy boots approaching the bedroom door. You kept your hands over your mouth to keep from making a peep as you slid off the bed and huddled yourself into a dark corner.

The stranger suddenly shrieked and there was a heavy thud of someone falling to the floor. Jungkook let out a string of curses before there was a crash, grunting and scuffling filling your ears.

What was going on?

From where you hid, you could see a little box beneath Jungkook's bed. As quietly as you could, you pulled it out and opened it up.

It was an array of several different knives. Eyes flicking over to the door, you hatched an idea to hopefully help.

If Jungkook didn't win, the man was going to take him away. The mere thought of that happening sent a spark of terror through you.

Picking up the biggest knife that was in the box, you tiptoed over to the door. You could still hear the two of them fighting, the sound covering up the soft click of the door opening. Peeking through the crack, you were shocked to see the table smashed completely. The man was pinning Jungkook down by his throat. Jungkook was struggling, obviously unable to get air. The stranger laughed mockingly down at him.

Your hands and knees were trembling as you quickly crept out.

"You barely even put up a fight," The stranger spat at Jungkook. "You Heajix never were able to take us on though, isn't that right? That's why we were able to kill so many of you! Such incredible strength yet still unable to protect yourselves. Pathetic.” 

You couldn't even register his words as you finally stood behind him. Jungkook's eyes were fluttering and he was dangerously close to passing out.

Steeling yourself, you raised the knife overhead and brought it down as hard as you could. The man shrieked so loud that your ears were ringing. The knife was stuck in his back, buried more than halfway through. Part of you felt proud for putting the power behind the attack.

Jungkook let out a desperate gasp, finally getting the oxygen he desperately needed. While you were distracted looking at Jungkook, the strange man spun around and grabbed you by your throat.

"I knew there was someone else here," The man snarled, squeezing your neck as hard as he could.

You couldn't even make a sound of pain as your feet were lifted off the ground. Your vision was swimming but you could make you Jungkook getting to his feet. The man, you noticed, had strange glowing eyes — as if a light were coming from behind them and illuminating the whites.

In the blink of an eye, Jungkook ripped the knife from your assailants back — making him drop you in shock. You hit the ground hard, knocking what little air you had left in you right out.

Jungkook was on the man before he could even blink, stabbing him several times until he was on his knees. Jungkook paused, chest and shoulders heaving as he glared down at the man.

Then, you watched with wide eyes as Jungkook lifted his leg and kicked the man so hard his body physically flew back. The man was limp, blood dripping from his mouth and nose — eyes open and unseeing.

"Holy shit..." You whispered from where you were still laying on the floor.

"Are you alright?" Jungkook asked, helping you sit up with a gentleness that had seemingly appeared out of nowhere. His hands were coated in the intruders blood but you didn't mind.

Throwing your arms around his shoulders, you knocked him down on his butt. You hugged him tight, sighing when you felt him wrap his own arms around you.

"I-I didn't know what to do," You whispered. "He was saying he was going to take you away. I saw you were about to pass out and I knew he would take you. I'm sorry I got involved."

"Hey, it's okay," Jungkook pulled back and smiled. "You saved me! Maybe you aren't as helpless as I thought."

You smiled, shaking your head. Then, without thinking, you leaned forward and pressed your lips against his. He froze for a fraction of a second but quickly cupped the back of your head and returned the kiss.

When you parted, you asked, "So what do we do with him?"

"The Vorderans are going to come looking for him when they notice he's not reported back to them," Jungkook mumbled, looking over his shoulder at the body. "I'll take him out somewhere and dump him off where they won't be able to link it to me."

"You're going to leave right after that?" You asked, your shoulders slumping.

"I shouldn't be gone long, _____," He smiled, brushing his thumb over your pouted lips.

"But what if there are more of them? What if they take you away and I don't even know!"

As if sensing the panic in your voice, he cupped your cheeks and brought your gaze to him.

"That won't happen," He whispered, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead — sending your heart into painful palpitations. "It'll be easier to hide out there and easier to lose them if they do find me. I promise, I'll come back and everything will be okay."

"I'm just...scared, Jungkook," You admitted, feeling your eyes burn.

"I know," He sighed, pressing another kiss to your forehead. Your cheeks immediately felt like they were on fire. "But I would never leave you like that."

You clung onto him as long as he allowed you before he decided it was best to get going. He told you to hide in his room until he got back and to just rest.

"Don't open the door," He warned, though he already knew he didn't have to worry about that.

Left alone, you didn't know what to do with yourself. You'd watched Jungkook lift the body like it was nothing — which only reminded you of what the Vorderan has said; Heajix just had incredible physical strength.

You had a much better concept of time since you weren't sick and you were sure 2 days had passed since you'd last seen Jungkook. You could barely sleep, anxiety plaguing every second that he was gone.

You'd taken to sleeping in his bed, taking comfort in his scent surrounding you. Thankfully, Jungkook had managed to stock up on food so you were able to properly eat in his absence. Though it was more a mechanical task to pass the time than it was for actually sustaining you.

It hadn't occurred to you how much he had changed until you were laying in his bed one night. You thought back to the rough, cold exterior he had when you first met him. And now you were blessed with his smile and comforting caresses.

He made your heart ache in the best way and you wanted to hold him and have him kiss you over and over again. He was so sweet and did his best to take care of you.

You'd really been lucky that he was around when he was that night.

The fact he hadn't returned didn't help quell the fears of more Vorderans being around just waiting for someone to come around. For a Heajix to take away.

You didn't think you would hate an alien planet over the sake of another alien race but you knew the Heajix had been treated unfairly. It was cruel and the fact it was just allowed to happen and no one cared really made you angry.

If you ever got back to Earth you were going to do something to help.

You were lost thinking about the things you could do to help when the front door clicked open.

A spark of fear went down your spine as you sat straight up in the bed. Through the door and walls, you could hear heavy footsteps moving around.

They moved to the door and paused. You held your breath, pulling the covers up to your chin as you watched the door creak open.

A black head of fluffy hair popped in and smiled when he saw you sitting there.

"I was wondering where you—!" He was cut off by you flying off the bed and throwing yourself into his arms.

"You're home!" You gasped, burying your face in his neck. You didn't bother fighting the tears that tumbled down your cheeks.

"Yeah..." You could hear the smile in his voice as he wrapped his arms around you, fisting the back of your shirt tightly as if you would slip away. "I'm home."

"I was so worried and..." Your cheeks burned before you muttered, "I missed you."

Reaching up, he cupped both your cheeks in his hands, making you look up at him. You leaned into the feeling of his touch on your skin as he wiped your tears away ever so carefully. He leaned down, pressing his lips against yours.

"I missed you too," He smiled, pecking your lips again. "But I'm back just like I promised I would be. I told you I'd never leave you, right?"

"You're right," You whispered, moving forward to kiss him again. He eagerly reciprocated and you whined into his lips.

He gripped your hips, rough and harsh. You winced, pulling your lips away slightly only for him to chase them — muttering a soft apology before relaxing his grip.

Neither of you wasted time moving to the bed. With your back pressed against the mattress and his wide shoulders above you, you couldn’t help the shiver running down your spine.

Wrapping your arms around his neck, you pulled him down for another kiss.

“I’ve wanted you for so long,” He breathed against your lips.

“Please,” You whispered, reaching down to tug at the hem of his dirty shirt.

“So pretty when you beg,” He growled, sitting up on his knees to pull the shirt off.

Immediately, your hands were roaming across his chest — grazing over scars and tattoos.

He groaned when your fingers brushed over his pebbled nipples. Leaning down, he nipped against the sensitive skin of your neck. As you sighed in pleasure, he began to push your own shirt up until he was able to toss it away.

Sitting up, he let out a curse at the sight of your bare breasts. One large hand cupped one, thumb rolling the nipple harshly until you whimpered. His lips moved down your neck to take the other nipple into his hot mouth, tongue flicking the bud. Your hands wound into his hand, back arching to get more of the delicious feeling.

“Jungkook, please…” You whined, arching your hips upwards. “I-I want you so much.”

“Yeah?” He groaned against your breast, moving to take your other perked nipple into his mouth. “Who would have figured I’d already have you begging?”

“I missed you so much, Jungkook,” You whined, sniffling softly as the emotions came rushing back. “I need you to touch me, please.”

“I’m sorry, baby,” He whispered, leaning back up to peck your lips.

In one swift move, your pants were tugged down your legs until you were left in just your panties. He hummed cupping your heat through the fabric, easily finding your clit and pressing against it. You sighed, head rolling back as you ground your hips down into his touch. Unable to take it, you reached down and tugged your panties off. He allowed you, watching as you kicked them away and spread your legs for him.

“Fuck,” He groaned, dropping onto his stomach between your legs. “So pretty and wet.”

Your legs trembled as he slid two fingers between your folds, spreading them to expose your leaking entrance. He groaned, low in his chest before quickly diving in to catch some of your arousal on his tongue. You sighed, eyes fluttering close as he swirled his tongue over your clit.

“Ah, Jungkook!” You cried, gripping his hair.

“Fuck,” He growled, pulling back slightly. “Does that feel good, baby?”

“G-Gentle,” You whined, gripping his hair tighter. “It’s sensitive.”

He didn’t respond, simply chuckled before diving back in. He took your clit into his mouth and sucked until your back arched. Soon, he introduced his fingers — easily sliding two in. There was a slight burn but it lasted only a second.

“You can take 3, right?” He chuckled, rolling his tongue over your clit. “You’re gonna need that many to even think of trying to take my knot.”

“Kn-Knot?” You gasped, unable to wrap your head fully around his words as he pumped the two digits in and out.

Your hips bucked when he hit your g-spot. Your eyes rolled as he continued to abuse the spot while playing with your clit in any way he could.

“I’m gonna cum soon, Kook,” You whined, unaware the pet name had slipped through your lips.

He growled, viciously pounding his fingers upwards and suckling your clit into his mouth. Your mouth opened in a silent scream, a tight coil of pleasure winding in your stomach. Opening your eyes, you looked down to see his bangs matted to his forehead with sweat. His eyes were closed and his brows were furrowed in concentration. He looked like he was in utopia himself.

What broke the cord, however, was when he eased the third finger into you. You gasped, back arching as you cried out his name — cumming around the digits. He didn’t stop, fucking your spasming hole and sucking on your twitching clit throughout your entire high until you were whining and pushing him away.

He separated his mouth from you with a lewd pop and slid his fingers out. You felt empty, clenching around nothing as he popped his cum soaked fingers in his mouth. His eyes rolled back at your taste and he chased what was left on his lips until there was nothing left of your cum.

He stood at the foot of the bed, unbuttoning his jeans and letting them slide to the floor until he could step out of them. He wasn’t wearing any underwear and you nearly drooled at the sight of his hard cock— weeping at the flushed, red tip with a soft swell at the base of his cock.

You scooted forward on your knees, wrapping your hand around his shaft and leaning forward to slide your tongue of the slit. He sighed, head falling back on his shoulders as you took the thick head on your mouth and sucked. The taste of his precum was delectable — salty-sweet with a bitter tang.

“You’ll make me cum too fast with your pretty lips on me like that, baby,” He whispered, gripping your hair to pull you away.

You whined at the loss but let him urge you onto your back. Your feet hanging off the end of the bed and Jungkook standing at the end with a fist wrapped around his cock made you lick your lips. He looked so powerful standing over you like he was.

“Scoot back,” He ordered, crawling onto the bed after you.

With your head in the pillows, you spread your legs for him. Knees on either side of his waist, you both looked down to watch as he slid the head of his cock between your wet folds — coating himself in your juices. A split second of hesitation as he positioned his tip at your entrance felt like an eternity.

“Are you sure you want to…?” He asked softly, mindlessly slapped your clit with the head of himself. 

“Please,” You gasped, wrapping your hand in his hair to tug him down.

Your mouths simultaneously fell open as he pressed inside, the fat head spreading your walls open. The sound was wet as he sunk inside, dirty and obscene. Your eyes rolled back as he finally bottomed out — the base of him almost as thick as his head.

He dropped down onto his elbows beside your head, pulling you in for another kiss as he began to thrust in and out of your clenching walls.

Every time he sunk inside, he grazed your g-spot making you moan.

“So fucking tight,” He growled. “I don’t know if you’ll be able to take my knot, babygirl.”

“K-Kook—”

“Fuck!” He snarled, cock twitching at the sound of the nickname, slamming his cock into you harshly, making you whined. “Keep calling me that.”

“Kook!” You cried, scrambling to claw at his muscled back.

“I’m gonna knock you up, beautiful,” He breathed, chuckling when he felt you clench around him. “Oh? You like the sound of that? Tell me.”

“Pl-Please kn-knock me up, Kook,” You begged, voice breathy as you fought back sobs of pleasure.

“Yeah, sound so pretty begging for my cum,” He chuckled, reached down to find your swollen clit. “How about you cum for me first?”

Your mouth fell open as everything became even more intense. He didn’t stop the rapid circles on your clit until you were crying out his name and arching. You gushed around him, walls spasming uncontrollably as he fucked you through the high.

As you came down, everything became more intense and sensitive. Every time he sunk inside, the base of his cock would catch at your entrance and stretch you just a tad more. You clung to him, eyes closed as he fucked his knot into your sensitive walls.

“I’m gonna cum,” He warned, suddenly pausing balls deep — his knot popped into your walls, swollen big enough that he couldn't pull back out.

You could feel his cock as it pulsed inside of you — a hot rush of cum immediately following. His head fell into the crook of your neck as he moaned and trembled above you. The knot at the base of his cock throbbed — urging more and more cum out of his cock.

He chuckled darkly, looking down at your swelling tummy — having been stuffed full of his cum that couldn’t escape around his knot.

Your cunt clenched around him and you whined. You felt so full but it felt so good.

Jungkook's nimble fingers found your clit and began to circle the hardened bud in brutal circles. With a dark smirk on his lips, he met your gaze where your eyes were wide and your mouth was open in a silent moan.

"That's it...give it to me, baby," He ordered, grinding his hips against you — his knot and cock stirring your sensitive walls up. “Cum on my knot for me, like a good girl.” 

Your head fell back against the pillow as your back arched. The both of you moaned in unison at your orgasm, the tight squeeze and gush from your orgasm set him off again. Tightening his grip on your hips made you whine but the pain blended into the pleasure as Jungkook's knot throbbed as more cum poured into your already well-filled cunt. Slowly, his body relaxed and he heaved a sigh before beginning to change your positions.

His knot tugged at your walls, making you both hiss. You laid side by side, your head resting on his arm.

As you both caught your breath, you felt his knot slowly shrink until he was able to pull out completely. You whimpered at the gush of cum that followed — oozing out of your stretched entrance and staining the bed beneath you.

He groaned, dropping back onto his stomach between your legs. Feeling embarrassed, you moved to close your legs but his strong hands caught you and forced them back open. You covered your face with your hands and whined as he suddenly slid his tongue across your cum-soaked folds.

Absolutely obscene sounds of him moaning and licking you clean filled the space. Your hips jerked in oversensitivity whenever he brushed over your clit.

Sliding his tongue into your entrance, he caught and swallowed down everything he could reach. Him eating his own cum out of you had your walls clenching again and he chuckled before pulling away.

Pulling your hands away from your heated cheeks, he leaned down and pressed his lips against yours. You whined, circling your arms around his neck as he fed his cum into your mouth for you to swallow.

You moaned at the taste of him, swallowing everything he gave you — continuing to kiss long after you swallowed it. The remnants of his cum lingered on your tongue and on his lips.

Pulling back, he leaned his forehead against yours and moved to lay on his side beside you once again. Wrapping his arms around your waist, he pulled your body close to his.

The two of you dissolved into a comfortable silence; his fingers tracing random shapes along your skin and you taking in his sweet scent and enjoying the warmth of his arms around you.

You were sitting with Jungkook on the floor in front of the couch. Since the table was broken, the two of you were using the couch as a makeshift table. He had an array of papers and old book across the surface and had been spending the last two days teaching you to read the Heajix written alphabet. It was difficult and you frequently confused letters but Jungkook was patient — and gave you kisses whenever you got something right which was great incentive.

Unfortunately, the relaxing atmosphere was broken by a series of knocks on the front door. Jungkook was on his feet immediately, knife drawn and at the ready.

You stayed back, watching as he approached the door and slowly unlocked it. You watched as he took a deep breath and threw the door open.

"What—" Jungkook was at a loss. There was a man standing at the door with his hands up to show he was unarmed.

"My name is Hakyeon," He said, motioning to his badge. "I work for the Interplanetary Embassy on Earth. We received an Emergency beacon and we've been told the human was here."

"Holy shit! It actually got through?!" You cried, jumping to your feet and running over to the open door. "Why did it take you so damn long?"

Hakyeon looked confused, shaking his head. "We received it only 2 days ago...I was the nearest representative and was tasked with finding you."

"Weird..." You mumbled, shrugging your shoulders. "I guess I can go home now, right?"

"If that's what you wish still, yes," He replied, eyeing Jungkook by your side.

"Um," You cleared your throat. "Your ship will be nearby right?"

"Yes, I'll...wait for you there," Hakyeon said, taking the hint.

The door shut and Jungkook was silent.

"Jungkook—"

"I guess you're leaving, right?" He asked, keeping his eyes down. "There's no logical reason for me to ask you to stay here...it's dangerous and you should be somewhere safe."

"But Jungkook..." You reached forward to touch him but he backed away.

"If I'm honest, ______," He wandered away, leaving you to watch him. His voice was shaky, wobbling with the onslaught of tears. "I really don't want you to go and I know that's selfish! But I really don't think I can be alone again. Especially after finding someone I can actually love."

"Jungkook!" You snapped, making him look at you. You sighed speedily walking up to him and pressing your lips to his before he could back away. "I love you too."

"But—"

"Come with me," You whispered, clutching the front of his shirt in your hands. "Come back to Earth with me. We'll find someone there who will help. The Embassy would be more than willing to assist in the cleanup and protection of Palacios and Heajix. You can speak for everyone here who is struggling to survive and those you haven't."

"You want me to come with you?" He breathed, covering your hands with his. Tears still fell from his eyes but in a matter of seconds, he was smiling and pulling you against him in a hug so tight it knocked the air out of you.

"Of course I do, stupid!" You laughed, hugging him back as tight as you could. "Why would I leave you when you refused to leave me, huh?"

"...I love you," He whispered, giving you another kiss.

"Let's get our things together," You said before the two of you separated.

Jungkook packed his bag with anything important, sentimental or not. You noticed he packed his picture away with a sad smile.

Once the two of you were ready, you took his hand and walked out the door. He paused and looked behind him, at the house he'd been living in for the longest time. The boarded up windows and the water reservoir he'd spent ages perfecting.

You squeezed his hand, drawing his attention back to you. He smiled, taking the first step away.

You felt yourself relax against the seat once the two of you were on the craft. Jungkook was gripping your hand tight — it was hurting a bit but you didn't say anything. His gaze was locked on the window, watching as his home planet disappeared from view.

The surface was covered in a green, gaseous layer of pollution and smog that he seemed almost surprised to see. The pollution of the planet was most evident one outside of the planet's atmosphere.

"I'm happy you're here, Jungkook," You whispered, leaning your head on his shoulder.

"I am too," He replied, resting his head against yours as he watched the stars and planets pass by until Palacios was out of view.

#btssmutclub #bts smut #jungkook smut #bts scenarios #jungkook scenarios #bts imagines #jungkook imagines #jeongguk smut #jeongguk scenarios #jeongguk imagines #jungkook x reader #jeongguk x reader #bts x reader #bangtan x reader #bts fanfic #jungkook fanfic #jeongguk fanfic #bangtan fanfic

[whimsicallyreading]

“I just realized I’m desperately in love with you-“

Prompt Day One for Rowaelin Month

~

"Rowan, take a picture of that one. It's so cute." Aelin fawns quietly.

Rowan gives a long-suffering sigh. "There are a thousand of them here. Do you have to pester me into taking a picture of every seal pup we come across?"

"Her name is Fleetfoot, and yes. Isn't that the whole reason we are here?" Aelin looks at him equally annoyed, a strand of gold spun hair freeing itself from beneath her parka.

"I'm here to study the behavioral patterns of tiger seals and orcas in a rapidly shifting environment. You are here to keep our equipment functioning. If you keep talking, neither of us will finish our jobs and escape from this wasteland." Rowan switches the lens of his camera to focus on two male seals who were squaring up with each other in the distance.

Rowan nearly threw his camera over the boat and jumped off into the coastal waters of Argentina when he realized who had been assigned to assist him on this expedition.

He'd insisted that only he and one other make the trek across the Antarctic. Insisting a large group could impede the quality of his research. When they agreed, Rowan thought they would send him with Lorcan or Brullo. Both were accomplished survivalists and scholars—valuable additions to any team.

Instead, it was Aelin Ashryvver who waited for him at the dock. The most annoying newbie on his floor. Dorian insisted that her knowledge of mechanical engineering would make her invaluable.

So far, she was just a verifiable pain in his ass.

She sat around bored as Rowan spent the day writing notes and snapping photos. Occasionally she helped him set up microphones. On one instance, she fixed their ATV. It was the first and only time he'd found her truly useful.

Rowan couldn't wait to go home.

"Alright, we have the cameras positioned. We should head back to the base. The temps are dropping. We need to warm up and eat."

Aelin nods quietly, she would never admit it, but the severe temperatures are taking a toll on her. It was amazing how important something like fat is in a frigid environment. Rowan is naturally covered in layers of dense muscle. While Aelin is fit herself, she's still small and the first to feel the effects of persistent cold.

Watching the seals, she occasionally found herself jealous of their thick layers of blubber that kept them comfortable. She should have carb-loaded before they set sail.

They hop on the snow ski and traverse quickly over the powderlike substance.

~~~

When they reach the Terresen South Pole station and ditch their coats, they fall to the floor in a cascade of flurries. Rowan's spine straightens for the first time that day. Their coats were dense. With the additional weight of all of the equipment he carried, there was a perpetual bend in his spine.

It was a huge relief to be inside a climate-controlled building—light layers, freedom movement, and feeling in all of his extremities. Tossing that coat off was the pinnacle of his daily routine on this mission.

That is until he realized it was freezing.

Walking over to a light switch with urgency, he flicks it a few times. Nothing happens. Anxiety wells in his gut, and he hits the wall a couple of times before flipping the switch again.

"Shit," Rowan hisses.

"The power is out," Aelin's eyes widen with the realization. "That's not good."

"I thought I was the scientist, but look at you stating the obvious," Rowan growls as he shrugs his jacket back on. It wasn't nearly as frigid inside the insulated building as it was outside, but it was still bitterly cold. Keeping warm would be their first step in survival. Without heat, shit could hit the fan for them very quickly. Thankfully their satellite phones should still be functioning; he'd charged the battery the day before. There should be enough juice in the phones to send out a mayday call even without power.

Aelin doesn't put on her jacket. Instead, she heads in the direction of the lockers with a look of determination plastered on her face. It was a look he'd slowly begun to grow familiar with, mainly when Rowan was holding a ration packet she wanted. It made him uneasy.

"Where are you going?" Rowan calls after her, picking up her jacket. He wouldn't be held responsible for his younger, female partner freezing to death. HR at the University would have his head on a stick if she died on his watch.

He follows Aelin to her locker, where she's already sliding a grey jumpsuit over her clothes.

"I can fix the engines," Aelin pulls her zipper up. The jumpsuit covered head-to-toe, but they weren't nearly as warm as their snow gear. He could already see a slight blue-ish tint to her lips. "They probably just stalled. All I need to do is go down, diagnose the problem, and fix it. Easy as pie."

Ignoring the massive oversimplification of their situation, knowing it was a lost cause, he focuses on the immediate problem. "You need to keep your jacket on," Rowan thrusts the article of clothing at her. Her color was concerning him, and the longer she went without the thermal garment, the higher his stress became.

Aelin gives him a long-suffering look, all too similar to the one he gives her. "And get my hood or a sleeve caught in one of those beasts? Those machines are massive. Getting snagged could rip my arm off or kill me. It's like you don't even have a master's in engineering and a spotless safety record," she smiles at Rowan's scowling face. "Oh wait, that's me. Let me do my job, Dr. Whitethorn."

Before Rowan could argue, Aelin was gone down the stairwell towards the engines.

Dragging a frustrated hand through his hair, he tosses her jacket on the floor. His time is probably better spent getting through to their mission handlers on the satellite phones anyway.

~~~

Two hours later, Rowan has long finished his call with Dorian.

Their expedition leader had asked if they wanted a recovery team sent out to them, but Rowan hesitated. He was on the mission of a lifetime. He'd spent years waiting for approval to research at the southernmost tip of the world. It would be a devastating blow to his career and his pride for it to be cut short. The selfish part of him wanted to stay. The rationale, reasonable part of him was aching to stay the full duration of the expedition.

"You know, Dr. Whitethorn," Dorian spoke carefully. "There is a reason we chose Aelin to accompany you. She may be green and lacking a doctorate, but she's a miracle worker at what she does."

"Are you asking me to put my life in the newbie's hands?" Rowan asked without his standard vitriol. The situation and the cold had left him with no energy to be spiteful. He'd heard talk of her capabilities amongst the guys, and he'd seen a fraction of it when their snowmobile broke down. Rowan thinks back to the look on her face when she'd gone down the stairs. The steely determination of a warrior marching off to do battle.

Dorian laughs as if there was something funny about two of his most stubborn colleagues getting stranded in the south pole by themselves. "I'm not asking you to do anything. It's your call."

Rowan closes his eyes and contemplates their options. His head told him they should call the extraction team before they were nothing but frozen corpses. Yet, his heart didn't want to leave so soon. There was still so much work left to do.

Could he rely on Aelin?

"We will stay for now. Expect a call in twenty-four hours with a progress update." Rowan disconnected the transmission without any of the standard formalities.

After the fruitless call, he checks their food supply. Rowan scans the shelves, comfortable they wouldn't go hungry any time soon. Their only concern would be keeping all their shit from freezing, including their water. Rowan triple checks that everything is insulated, sealed, and stored away before moving on to other essentials, like batteries.

Another hour passes as he takes inventory, and Rowan is starting to feel the cold more than before. His nailbeds slowly shift from blue to white beneath his thick gloves, and he can't control the slight quaking spreading up his limbs.

When Rowan hears the doorway to the stairwell creak, he goes to check in with Aelin on her progress.

What he finds when he opens the locker room door sends his heart to his throat.

Aelin's hands loosely grip the zipper of her jumpsuit as she weakly attempts to free herself. Her face is a ghostly white, and her movements sluggish.

If she weren't moving, he'd have thought she was already frozen.

"Aelin, are you good? Talk to me." Rowan rushes to her and helps Aelin step out from the jumpsuit.

"I fixed the engine," Aelin coughs into the crook of her arm, her voice scratchy from the cool air. "It will be a couple of hours before they can catch up and heat the building."

Rowan rips off a glove and holds a bare hand to her cheek. Aelin's skin is freezing to the touch, even to his own icy hands. He notes that she isn't trembling the same way he is. It's not a good sign, the biologist in him notes. He knows it's her body growing too weak to keep itself warm.

"Sit down. You're freezing," Rowan helps her slide to the floor and looks at the discarded jacket that's still lying there. It won't warm her quick enough.

"Rowan?" Aelin speaks from her slightly slumped position.

Rowan is pacing, trying to think. They don't have a means of warming water for a bath. Laying next to the generators is too risky.

"Rowan," Aelin murmurs, her eyes drooping. "I can't feel my feet."

Rowan looks at her, and for a moment, she looks like an ice princess. Her blond hair is slipping from its braid and coiling across her colorless face. The cerulean blue of her eyes was the brightest color he now saw regularly beside the southern lights. They stood out even more starkly now.

It was all wrong.

"It's going to be alright, Aelin. You said the power is back on?" Rowan lifts her into his arms, her freezing nose burrowing into the crook of his neck.

"Yeah," she rasps against his shoulder. "But it will take a while for the building to heat."

"We don't need the whole building to heat. Do you trust me?" Rowan trots down the hall, careful not to bump her against the narrow doorframes.

She mumbles something incoherent into his shirt. "I trust you."

Rowan is thankful that the cold keeps the flush from his face. He reaches the desired room and fiddles with the control panel on the wall. A wave of relief hits him as the room behind the heavy door audibly hums to life.

"Okay, here we go." He says more to himself than Aelin. Rowan ditches the jacket and pulls his long-sleeved tee over his head. The buttons of his pants are next, leaving him in only his boxers.

Turning around, Aelin looks weary but not surprised. "Nice abs."

"Thanks," He says and kneels next to her, eyes searching her face for permission.

Aelin dips her head, "I'm not shy, Whitethorn. Don't fret."

Rowan helps Aelin maneuver her stiff limbs out of her garments until she is left in nothing but her bra and panties. Her face is pained as even more of her is exposed to the cold.

"Hurts," Aelin grits through her teeth, and Rowan gathers her up again. The icy room is like barbs against his exposed skin, but he's not in a position to complain.

The minute he carries her into the balmy air of the sauna, Aelin flinches. "Oh, that smarts."

"I know. It's going to suck for a bit while your blood recirculates." Rowan consoles softly, knowing he would also feel the cramping as they got their blood moving.

Drastic temperatures changes weren't the ideal way to warm up, but they'd spent far too long in the cold. He needed to get Aelin shivering again. It was the body's natural defense against the cold, and when a person could no longer shiver, it meant they were dipping into the realm of hypothermia.

The sauna was an added addition for the comfort of the researchers who visited the Southern base. It was a great tool to warm people after spending hours in the harsh climate. He'd heard tales of it from colleagues who'd visited the base before but hadn't yet saught to use it himself. Rowan was too focused on the mission. It hadn't carried any appeal for him until this moment, and now he was beyond grateful for its existence.

Rowan sits on the floor instead of the bench so that Aelin can curl up comfortably in his lap. Skin-to-skin contact was one of the best ways to help a person regulate their body temperature. He soothes a calloused hand over the length of her arm, trying to spread what remained of his warmth to her skin.

Aelin's cheek rests against his chest, and Rowan uses one hand to free her hair from its braid. The curtain of gold fans across her back, and he has to resist the urge to run his fingers through its waves.

He'd noticed how beautiful she was the day they first met at the university. Out of respect, he'd immediately repressed those thoughts. They were professionals, and Rowan wasn't about to ruin his reputation fawning over the new, young blonde on their floor.

But with her laying half-naked in his lap, it was hard to disregard how pretty she was. It wasn't even just her appearance. The girl was magnetic in every way. People paid attention when she walked in, and she claimed the lion's share of air in the room.

Fenrys and Conall flirted with her remorselessly. It secretly irked him. Rowan had long since memorized the way she laughed and how she'd smile as she shoed them away. It was all good-natured fun for them, but it always made Rowan irrationally angry. The time she'd showed up at the annual Christmas party in a green velvet dress with an open back nearly left his brain on the floor. His eyes had raked the smooth plains of skin, only turning away when she'd tried to catch his eye.

If he'd been paying attention, he would have seen her look of disappointment.

Rowan had written it off as an infatuation—a natural response to seeing an attractive woman. The scientist in him wanted to boil it down to chemistry and hormones. Cold facts that could diagnose the way he felt every time he laid eyes on her. Yet, as Rowan laid there with a hurting Aelin in his arms, he began to wonder if there was something more.

Her pain was making his chest physically ache.

A pair of arms snaked around his waist, and his body jerked. Aelin looks up at him sheepishly. "Sorry, I'm just really comfortable."

Rowan relaxes, "It's fine."

The steam in the room is slowly building. Rowan can feel the cramping beginning in his legs. Aelin's weight on his thighs was not helping the slightest, but there was no way in hell he'd move her.  

"My body is aching," Aelin says lightly, but he can hear the strain in her voice and feel a slight tremble running through her.

"That's good. Can you feel your feet?" Rowan can no longer resist, and her hair parts between his fingers like strands of gold silk.

Aelin tightens her arms around him, "Yeah. A bit. I didn't realize how numb they got until I took off my boots."

There's a slight tickle at his back, Aelin's finger tracing a pattern against his skin. A flush of warmth rushes through him, not from the sauna.

He's in unending deep shit.

"Aelin," his voice wavers uncharacteristically. "Do you have a boyfriend?"

The fingers on his back continue making their delicate patterns. "No."

"Aelin?" He asks again, but she cuts him off with a groan.

"Stop asking me questions and just kiss me," Aelin grips the back of his head and pulls his lips down to her's.

An inferno blooms inside his soul.

Aelin could never be a winter queen. She was the raging embodiment of summer. A burning ember he'd carried from the north into this land of ice. As his lips move against hers, he swears his body is lit ablaze, and when Rowan opens his eyes, he's delighted at the flush he finds unfurling across her cheeks.

"It's suddenly a lot warmer." Aelin laughs, looking more lively even as her body starts to quake from the warmth finally reaching her.

He kisses her cheek and tilts her ear towards his lips, "Aelin?"

"Another question?" Aelin's smile curls into something feline. "Is this that scientific curiosity the university is always going on about?"

"I just realized I'm desperately in love with you,"

Rowan lets the truth fall from his lips. It was just the two of them. They were the only human souls in this far corner of the earth. There was no one to stop him as he finally lets the emotions he'd been repressing until the moment Aelin was in danger wash over him.

"That's not a question," Aelin responds after a moment, her tone light and jovial.

Rowan smiles. "It's not."

Aelin curls back up against Rowan, enjoying the feel of his skin against hers. An embarrassing sound of contentment escapes her, which worsens her blush.

Not forgetting their original purpose in the sauna, Rowan grips her hands and massages them between his. "You have no response?"

"Not one that HR is going to like." Aelin winces as her hand spasms, and Rowan methodically works to ease the ache.

"Say it anyway," Rowan implores. Screw the university. He was tired of living for his work alone. Nothing outshined this moment, holding this woman in his arms. He could find a new job, but if Aelin reciprocated his feelings, he couldn't find another one of her.

"Well, I thought it was pretty obvious when I wore that dress to the Christmas party and then found a reason to walk past your office every day." Aelin huffs and looks up at him, "Don't tell me you didn't know?"

Rowan was speechless.

Aelin's eyes twinkle with amusement. "Rowan, Dorian, and I are friends. Did you know that?"

"What?" Rowan blinks confusedly. That was common knowledge, but he didn't understand why she was bringing that up now.

"Dorian and I go way back. He knew I had a thing for you, and I told him sending me on this trip was unethical when I'm such a new hire-" Aelin trails off, waiting for him to grasp her point.

"Wait," Rowan looks down at her, bemused. "Dorian was trying to set us up?"

"Human recourses won't like that very much either," Aelin grins. "But Dorian would keep our secret. He owes me a lot of favors."

The sauna's temperature had slowly been rising, and Rowan could see that his skin was returning to its usual color. Aelin still looked a bit pale, but it was probably residuals from being so close to freezing.

She'd risked herself to save the expedition and successfully fixed the engines. Rowan didn't believe for one second that Dorian only sent her in an elaborate attempt to set her up. She was bright and cunning. He was lucky to have her along with him.

"You got here on your merit," Rowan presses a soft peck to her lips as he soothes her unvoiced concern. He refused to let her doubt her level of skill. "But if the feelings are mutual, I would love to take you on a date when we get back home?"

"I would love that," Aelin crawls off his lap and holds a hand out. "Come on, now. We need to eat and sleep. We have seals to observe."

Rowan accepted her hand. Forget the seals. He would have a difficult time keeping his attention on them. His eyes were glued to her bare legs as they moved and the way her hair swung free of its constraints.

She smirked over his shoulder. Aelin knew precisely what she was doing to him.

Rowan had traversed to the end of the world to understand the natural universe a little better. While he hadn't unlocked any great mysteries, he couldn't help but think what he did find was better.

#rowaelin month #rowaelin #rowaelinscourt #rowan whitethorn #aelin galathynius #fanfic #prompts #cute #fluffy #southpole #throneofglass #tog #day one

[barnes-dameron]

hi, do you think you could write a mandalorian x reader where the reader gets hypothermia? maybe din goes off on a bounty hunt for a few days and a couple days into him being gone the heating completely stops working and reader can’t fix it and she gives almost all the blankets to grogu to stay warm? cue din freaking out when he comes back to a barely conscious and freezing reader and he warms her up and it’s just cute

Frigid 

*gif not mine

Mandalorian x reader

Word Count: 1.7k

A/N: This seems very fitting for me right now since there’s a foot of snow outside of my house! The reader is gender neutral  

***

You looked out the wind shield of the Crest to watch the frantic swirls of snow that encompassed the ship. Though you couldn’t feel the cold at that moment, the sheer thought of it was enough to send a shiver down your spine, causing goosebumps to rise, and the tiny hairs on your arms to stiffen. The howling wind outside was so strong that it gave the Razor Crest a gentle shake. You hated the idea of coming to Hoth, but the Mandalorian insisted; a bounty worth a ton of credits was hiding out in a cave somewhere nearby.

Shaking your head, you descended down the ladder to be greeted with the beskar clad bounty hunter who was packing for his hunt.

“I shouldn’t be gone for long,” he said, his deep voice doing nothing to comfort you. “Keep the heater on, and you and the Child should keep warm.”

You nodded at his words, pulling your jacket closer to you at the mere thought of being cold.

“How long will you be gone?” you asked, trying to conceal your anxiety.

“A few days at most,” he replied, shoving a blaster into his holster before slinging his prepared bag over his shoulder. “But I’ll be back in no time.”

That was the last thing he said to you before departing into the white abyss, leaving you and the Child in solitude.

It was quiet in Crest, except for the hum of the heater and coos from the Child every now and then. There was little to keep you occupied, much less to distract you from worrying about the Mandalorian. There was nothing on board that interested you, and the Child couldn’t do a lot, much less talk. The only thing that kept you company was your anxieties. However, you put all those thoughts aside when it was time to eat. You heated up some pre-made soup, serving both the Child and yourself. But as soon as the hot broth reached your lips, the humming stopped.

Your heart began to quicken its pace as fear began to spawn within you. At of all the times for this to happen, why did it have to happen now? You stood up from your seat on the floor, grabbed the toolbox, and made your way to the control panel for the heater. Removing the metal paneling that was concealing the controls, you stared at the wiring and tried to make sense of the thing. You didn’t know much about this sort of thing, only how to hot wire a speeder, but you hoped that this wouldn’t be too different. You rearranged the wires, and nothing. You reprogrammed the system, and nothing. You stepped back, putting the panel back, then began your frantic search for anything that will keep you warm.

Days. That was what the Mandalorian said. He would be gone for a few days. A few days for you and the Child to survive without heat. You gathered all the blankets that you could find, all your clothing, the Mandalorian’s capes and shawls, and an old animal pelt you found in the back. The Child watched in curiosity as you began to make a nest of blankets and clothing in the small bunk. You grabbed the little guy, placing him on the make shift bed, and continued to wrap him in the Mandalorian’s capes.

“Go to sleep, little one,” you murmured. “Hopefully you’ll keep warm, and by the time you wake up Mando will be back, and we’ll be far away from here.”

You closed the door to the bunk, praying that the Child will stay warm and that the Mandalorian will come back soon. If anyone knew their way around this ship, it was him. You sighed to yourself as you pulled on more of your clothes, the layers hopefully keeping in your body heat. You made your way to the cockpit, and settled in the pilot’s seat, looking out the wind shield in hopes that a beskar clad figure would appear in the winter desert. You didn’t care how long it took, you will stay there to make sure he comes back.

Hours have passed by. The never changing scenery doing nothing to keep your interest, much less to keep you awake. You lost all feeling in your toes and fingers. You were now able to see your breath every time you breathed. You continued to shiver in place, trying to stay awake to see the Mandalorian. But the swirls from wind and snow caused your eyes to grow heavy, lulling you to sleep despite the cold that was beginning to bite your cheeks.

***

The Mandalorian dragged the body of the his dead bounty behind him as he approached the Razor Crest, but a certain dread overcame him when he entered the hull only to find the interior was just as cold as it was outside. His heart dropped as the idea of the situation washed over him. He released his hold of the corpse’s feet, the thud echoing. Din closed the hatch to the hull, and began to look for you and the Child.

He opened the door to his bunk to find a little bundle of blankets on top of his cot. Din pulled aside some of the blankets to find the little womp rat, curled in a ball with his eyes closed as he napped. Turning on the heat signature on his visor, he was relieved to see the Child warm. He nodded to himself, placing the blankets back on top of him before going to find you.

Din climbed up the ladder to the cock pit, and his heart began to sink when he laid eyes on you. You were nearly blue through the heat signature vision, and panic started to arise within the Mandalorian. He turned off the heat signature, and began to examine you.Your features lost color; your lips were pale and chapped, and eyes shut. Your body was shivering, and your teeth were chattering softly. Din shook your shoulders, and began to repeat your name, trying to will you to wake up.

Relief flooded him as he watched your eyes flutter open, though they seemed lifeless, it held the light of someone who had hope.

“What happened?” Din asked, trying to keep your attention before you go back into your sleep.

“H-h-heater,” you stammered out, your teeth chattering as you did so. “B-b-broke.”

Din nodded, before hastily ripping off the cape that rested on his shoulders. He wrapped the garment tightly around you, making sure it covered a good portion of your head so that some warmth could return to your face. It was then that he set forth towards the control panel, pulling out the tools that Kuiil gave him from what felt like ages ago. Din recounted the words and advice from the wiser being as he fixed the wiring and checked the internal structures of the heater so that it would last. When he gets back to Nevaro, he will pay a mechanic to install a new one so that this will never happen again.

Din sighed in contentment when he began to feel the haul warm up, the soft humming filling the air once more. Turning back, he returned to the cockpit to find you once again sleeping. Taking off a glove, he pressed the back his bare hand to your cheek but then instantly pulling back when feeling how cold you were. It would take some time for the whole ship to warm up, and he would have difficulty carrying you down the ladder. You were still unconscious, practically dead weight. He would have no problem with anybody else, but this was you. He didn’t want to even risk hurting you.

Weighing his limited options, Din decided to do what he thought best. One by one, the Mandalorian removed pieces of his beskar armor, setting it aside on the floor, but not removing his helmet. Once it was all laid side by side, Din dragged you off the pilot’s seat, moving you towards the door so that the heat could get to you sooner. He pressed his back to the wall, holding you close to his chest as he circled his arms around you; pressing as much of his weight on you so that you could receive some his heat as well.

Din didn’t know how long it took for you to begin to warm up or even regain consciousness. To be completely honest, he enjoyed this intimate moment with you, despite the circumstances of the whole situation. He took this time to remind himself that you were safe, alive, even though he was gone. Even though you were helpless in this situation, you remained alive.

He was pulled from his thoughts when he felt you shift under him. He turned his head to look at you; the color has returned to your face and your eyes fluttered open to reveal the light of life within them. Din brought his hand to your face once again, relieved that it was warm instead of frigid cold.

“Mando?” you whispered, your voice hoarse.

“I’m here, cyar’ika,” Din said, grabbing your hand and holding it in his glove less one. “Are you okay?”

“Better,” you replied, snuggling closer into his chest. “The Child?”

“He’s okay,” Din assured. “Sleeping soundly in the bunk.” Din stroked your hand, relishing in the soft texture that he so rarely felt. “Can you move?”

“I think I can,” you said. “I can wiggle my toes.”

“That’s good,” Din affirmed. “Do you want to get up?”

“Not yet,” you answered. “Can we stay like this for a bit longer?”

“Whatever you want,” Din replied.

He leaned his head back to rest on the wall behind him, allowing you to get closer to him; resting your head on his collarbone, right underneath his chin. If he were to lean forward, he was sure to feel the top of your head beneath his helmet. But this wasn’t about him, it was about you. He wound his arms tighter around you, but still held your hand, tracing patterns on the back of it.

“Hmmmm,” you hummed, causing Din to draw his attention to you.

“What?” he questioned, curiosity getting the better of him.

“Nothing,” you replied. “I just never really realized how warm you are.”

Din felt you squeeze his hand tighter, but he pulled away for just a moment. He positioned it so that your fingers would interlock with his, palm to palm. It was this moment that Din would cherish forever: holding your hand with you so close to him in the solitude of the ship with the heater humming in the back and the harsh cold outside.

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[hellcaster901]

What Now?

The Mandalorian x Reader

Summary: After going through the market, things change between you and the Bounty Hunter. 

Word Count: 8,197

Warning(s): SMUT! (wrap it before you tap it, this is a fanfiction), language, slight choking kink, creampie, you know, the usual. I kinda did some edits, but whatever mistakes you find, it is what it is. 

A/N: After my first one shot of this lovely man, it’s hard not to think about him even more. Hope you guy’s enjoy!!!

Masterlist

Never Been Better (Pt 2) Say Something (Pt 3)

“Look, I want to go.” You explained, a hand on your hip staring up at Mando. He stood by the ramp, staring back at you, the sunlight from the planet shining on his beskar helmet, making it almost too bright to stare at. “I want to help more.” 

“I’m just grabbing supplies, there’s no need for you to come with.” Mando remarked. You rolled your eyes, crossing your arms over your chest.

“Even more of a reason why I want to go.” You huffed, keeping your stance. You were prepared to stomp your foot like a child if it came down to that. “I’ve been cooped up in here, let me come.” You returned, your voice softer now, hoping that it’d show the Mandalorian how much this would mean to you. 

Ever since you first saw Mando it was on Tatooine when the Mechanic was fixing his ship, you fixated on the fact that he was going to be the one to take you away from the planet. Living there all your life, scavenging to survive wasn’t what you wanted for the rest of your years. And seeing the small child that he cared for, was enough of a reason to convince him to come with. If there was something you could do right, it was taking care of a youngling. Of course, being experienced at flying, shooting a blaster, or fixing a ship wasn’t on the list of things you could do, but you knew that that Child was going to be a handful sooner or later. Overall, offering your help was more of a ‘I need a ride to another planet, drop me off and never think of me again’ sort of thing. When you caught up to him before he was ready to leave, offering what little help you could give, he rejected the offer, leaving you on the planet. 

It wasn’t until weeks later that seeing the same ship, and seeing the same Mandalorian that it felt like fate. He still had the child, and was willing to accept your help with caring for it. He didn’t care to fill you in on how he came to possess the small green creature, all that he told you was that the Child was now in his care until they found his kind. And that was a good enough answer the Mandalorian was going to give you.

It’s been months since you joined the two of them, what turned into only a need for a ride to another home, turned into the ship that was now your home. Mando taking bounties here and there from the Guild and as he turned in the bounties, collecting the credits for it, he gave you a portion each time. No matter how many times you told him that being given a second chance was enough payment, he still always left credits on your sleeping cot, telling you to save them in case something were to happen. It was small things like that that made the small crush you harbored for him form. A crush on the Mandalorian seemed like a silly thing, of course it was, being that you never saw his face. But it didn’t stop the feelings. 

He wasn’t the stone cold Mandalorian you were sure people thought he was. Honestly, that’s what you thought he was the first time talking to him, but soon you came to find out he was actually human. Not just blood and bone, but he showed emotion, but in his own way. The first time you saw that was when he was caring for the Child. You knew he cared for that child like it was his own, protecting the child with everything in him. Soon, without you knowing, you became a part of that. 

He cared about you, in a way he wasn’t sure how to explain or show. He knew that he’d do anything to protect the two of you, even if it took his life. Within these short months, it surprised him with how easily you fell into place here. Making yourself comfortable and making the ship your home the second you stepped foot. It was hard not to like you. You kept your distance at first, nervous about the bounty hunter but soon you came out of your shell. You didn’t ask questions about his helmet, asking if you could see his face, but you did ask about his creed. You respected him enough to not ask him to take the helmet off, knowing that this creed was all he had. You didn’t know a lot about the Mandalorians, but you were willing to learn if Mando was willing to tell you.

“Do you even know how to shoot a blaster?” You shifted on your feet, shaking your head at the hunter. A sigh left his lips, before he tilted his head towards the door. You quickly followed, stepping down the ramp and after the Mandalorian. Glancing back at the ship, the ramp shut, leaving the sleeping Child. Mando was silent as you followed him, leading the way off the dirt trail and into the trees. When we got a certain distance Mando stopped short, turning around to face you. You tripped slightly, not wanting to bump into him at such short notice, staring wide eyed up at him.

“Here.” He spoke, the filtered voice making goosebumps rise on your arms. He lifts the blaster to you, your hand wrapping around the heavy weapon, weighting it before slipping it comfortable in your hand. You noticed Mando move out of the way, stepping close to your side. “You see that tree with the broken branch?” He pointed out, you followed the gloved finger, your eyes landing on the tree he was talking about. It was a ways away, but close enough where you both could see it. With a slight nod to Mando, you glanced back at him. It was like the air was ripped from your lungs as he stood a bit closer, close enough the sounds of his filtered breathing filled your ears. “Shoot it.” He spoke. You took a deep breath, turning back to the tree, trying to ignore the man that stood so close. With a deep breath, you lifted the blaster, pointing it towards the tree. On the exhale, you pulled the trigger, hitting the tree behind the target, a large burn spot on the bark. 

A wave of embarrassment and disappointment flows through you, cheeks growing hot as you glanced back at Mando with a disappointed frown. “Here” He mumbled, stepping directly behind you. Mando lightly kicked at your feet, moving your legs in a better stance. Mando noticed the way you tensed, not sure if it was from not shooting the target, or with him being so close. “Make sure to plant your feet.” He whispered, his hands moving to your hips. It became painfully aware for the both of you how close you were. The way Mando’s hands flexed against your hips, the thin shirt you wore catching on the groves of the gloves and lifting slightly as he moved his hands. “Keep yourself steady.” Mando saw the way you shuddered at his voice, trying to hide the way he was making you feel. He couldn’t help it either. You could lean back and you’d be leaning on his chest. He looked over your features as you looked back at him, the way your eyes widened at his touch, the way your lips parted as his fingers digging lightly into your hips. His eyes trailed over each and every feature, memorizing them. “Try again, keep yourself tight.” He managed out, trying to keep focus on the task, but the way she was reacting to a simple touch made his mind wonder. If you reacted this way with a single touch, what else would your body react to? 

You try to stay calm as he moves his hands up, the shirt catching on the gloves and lifting, revealing flush skin to his eyes. His hands trailed lightly on your back, the reaction you gave him only fueling him even more to find out what else you reacted to. You try to contain the shudder than trailed down your back as you felt his fingers wrap around your shoulders, his fingers brushing against the crook of your neck as he pulled your shoulders back, your chest pushing out. This didn’t go unnoticed, the small hitch in his breath was enough to let you know this was affecting him the way it was affecting you. From his height he only had to glance down, getting a small glance at the swell of your breasts, the way the shirt hid your cleavage from his greedy eyes. 

You lifted the blaster once again, aiming at the tree with the broken branch. Tightening yourself, and keeping your posture. With a deep breath, you pulled the trigger as you exhaled, watching as the broken branch was shot, the branch smoking from the heat. A disbelief chuckled left your lips, lowering the blaster as you stared at the smoking target with astonishment. You looked back at Mando, a grin on your face, ready to thank him for the help, but it soon felt like the world disappeared as your mind registered how close the two of you were. 

Eyes scanned over his helmet, wondering what he looked like underneath the beskar. If he was staring down at you with the same sort of dazed look, or if he was trying to mesmerize the grin you had on your face. He had to admit, the look on your face, the happiness that you shot the branch rather than the tree was enough to make his heart tug, a feeling he hasn’t felt in a long time. A small part of you wanted to do something, or say something, but another bigger part thought that doing anything would ruin what was going on. “Thank you.” You whispered, staring up at the visor of his helmet. With a swift nod, he pulled his hands away from your hips, breaking the spell the both of you were in.

He couldn’t let himself get caught up in you, he couldn’t let himself give in like that. No matter how many times he did think about how soft you’d be, or how sweet the sounds you’d make when he’d touch you, he had to keep his distance. “It’s different when it’s actually living.” He advised, walking past you. 

“At least I know.” You shrugged, hearing a small chuckle from the hunter. With a heavy heart, you followed Mando, shoving the blaster into the waistband of your pants and keeping a steady distance from him as he showed the way. There were a few moments of silence, both of you going over the small moment that just happened. You weren’t sure if it was anything to fret over, but of course that didn’t stop you from playing over each moment again and again in your mind. The way he grabbed you, man handling you, it was enough to make anyone’s knees weak. “Where are we again?” You called up to Mando, realizing that he never told you where the three of you landed at. 

The walk was short, hitting the small town in a matter of minutes. You soon realized that coming was probably the best decision you made. It was unlike anything you’ve seen. “Where are we again?” You repeated to Mando, jogging light to catch up with him. He tilted his head towards you, noticing the way you stared at the sight before you.

“Dantooine.” He quipped, watching as he saw that smile spread on your face. The small town was filled with colors, booths lined side by side of merchants selling goods of all kinds. The people of the small town mingling with one another, shopping along the booths of goods. 

“This was the headquarters to the rebellion during the Galactic Empire.” You smiled, watching the people shop. You noticed the curious tilt of his helmet as he stared down at you. “My mother told me stories about the rebellion.” You explained with a shrug of a shoulder. He only stared down at you, a wave of nervousness rising in you. “What do you need from here?” You asked, hoping to change the subject. 

“Need to see if there’s parts for the ship.” He explained, looking at the vast crowd of people, “Maybe anything else we need.” You nodded, waving a hand to the crowd.

“Lead the way.” You smiled. You weren’t sure, but it almost felt like he rolled his eyes before he took a step. With a smirk, you followed Mando as the two of you weaved through the people, your eyes looking at every booth you passed. Seeing all these exotic foods you’ve never seen, or the colorful beads the people had on display for jewelry, the fish people caught and the small trinkets people made. It was unlike anything you’ve seen before. 

Although your eyes were on the products, you soon began noticing the stares the two of you received. It was more what Mando was receiving. People moved out of the way, staring at the Mandalorian as he walked through the people, their gaze landing upon you as you walked through the crowds. Mando didn’t seem bothered by it, something he’s grown used to. For you, you stepped closer to Mando, ducking your head down, avoiding eye contact and only staring at what the booths were offering.

You watched as Mando made his way to one of the booths, talking to the older man that stood there. You stayed close, hearing the two men barter on what the price should really be for the parts Mando wanted. Your eyes wandered over the neighboring booths. Small trinkets people had to offer, things they wielded themselves and turned into small creatures and small toys for children, other booths with bright fabrics and gorgeous patterns. You soon saw a booth across the way with jewelry you haven’t seen before, the colors catching your attention. Weaving through the people you soon noticed the crystals on the table, different sizes and colors wrapped in wiring and hanging from a line of fabric. The older woman who sat there noticed you, cracking an eye open, a small smile spreading on her weathered face. You returned the smile, looking back down at the jewelry she displayed.

It wasn’t like the others you saw, the jewelry they made were from gold or silver, or even wielded metal into those large exquisite necklaces made for royalty, but these were gorgeous. The old woman watched as you looked over her artwork, lightly touching the items, the smooth silk of some of the cloth necklaces rubbing against your fingertips.

“They’re beautiful.” You smiled up at her, watching as she stood from her chair, waddling over to the necklaces. Her eyes raked over you, her eyes squinting as she took in your features before she looked down at the necklaces, grabbing one that she deemed the one. She held the necklace up by the two strings, the small crystal dangling, the sun making it look like it was glowing. It was a gorgeous piece, a pale white crystal wrapped with a bronze wiring, hanging from a thin cord of brown leather. She motioned to the necklace, still smiling up at you.

“Turn around.” The filtered voice made you jump, your head whipping around as Mando stared at the necklace.

“What?” Your face scrunched up at his request. But he simply reached across you, a small nod towards the old woman as she handed him the necklace. He held it up towards you, motioning for you to turn. With a nervous nod, you turn, grabbing the hair that hung loosely on your shoulders into one hand. His hands came into view, your eyes watching the necklace lower until you felt the cold crystal hit your chest, the chilled leather sending chills down your back as it laid on the crook of your neck. It felt like time had stopped when you felt his fingertips brush the back of your neck, tying the leather cords tightly together, his gloved fingers brushing against  your skin and lightly pulling the short strands of hair that got caught in the knot. You reached up to grab the crystal, the rough edges scrapping lightly against the pads of your fingertips. 

Mando tried his best to keep himself from touching you anymore. The way your skin looked in the sun only made him want to feel how smooth your skin looked, let his hands wander. He watched as you turned, bright wide eyes staring up at him, a small smile playing on your plump lips. “Thank you.” You whispered to him, his eyes glancing down to see your fingers twist and turn the crystal. He only nodded, looking back at the older woman.

“How much?” He asked. 

“15 credits.” The woman smiled. You glanced down, grabbing what credits you had in your pocket. “Thank you, sir.” Your head shot up, watching as Mando placed the credits in the woman’s hand.

“Mando, I-”

“We still need to get food.” He started, turning away from the booth. With a slight wave to the woman you followed Mando, grabbing his elbow. He turned quickly, staring down at you. You couldn’t help but be nervous whenever he looked at you, no matter how long you’ve been with him, his stare always made you feel like you were the only one there. 

“Thank you.” You whispered to him, reaching up for the necklace. Again, Mando wasn’t one for talking, wasn’t sure what to say when you grabbed him. The only thing he could do was nod, turning back around and going back on his mission to find the food he was talking about.

You followed silently, holding what food the two of you bought, keeping quiet as the two of you gathered the things you needed. Both of you knew there was a silent tension in the air, the events of him teaching you how to shoot a blaster and what happened with the necklace were in reply in your mind, going over each touch, each movement and each word or sound that came out of his mouth.

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You took a deep breath as you sat on your sleeping cot, twisting and turning the necklace that laid on your chest. It’s been a week since the events of what happened at the market, neither of you bringing it up once you got back to the ship. You weren’t sure if it was awkward for him, but it was for you. Stepping around him within the ship, staying out of his way. There was a difference in the air, and you weren’t sure what to do about it.

You grabbed the thin blanket from the cot, wrapping it around you and leaving your small area, tiptoeing through the ship to the ramp. Keying into the pad, the ramp lowered, the night breeze washing over you. You weren’t really sure what you were doing, but you knew whatever it was, you had to be off the ship. Walking down the ramp, feeling your feet hit the soil from the planet, you sat down, the cold metal sending chills up your back. A week ago you left Dantooine, and since then it was just going from planet to planet, stopping wherever Mando thought was best. This planet, D’Qar, seemed safe, nothing seemed out of the ordinary from what Mando saw. 

You sat there silently, letting the night breeze wash over you, looking over the vast majority of the green land. 

Everything was confusing, the actions Mando showed you were confusing. You weren’t sure what was going on, if the way he was acting was he acted with all his female friends or if this was something different. It had to be different, the way he reacted with Cara was of a friend, you don’t think you’ve ever seen him act so… shy with her? You groaned softly, dropping your head. What am I doing? Freaking out about him like this? Just enjoy the fact you got off that damn planet and you have something good now. There’s no need to make things more awkward just because I have a silly crush. 

“What are you doing?” You turned in your seat, seeing the man of the hour standing there. Words couldn’t explain how different he looked. The beskar armor he wore was now gone, leaving him in his black shirt and pants, the helmet still on. 

“I needed some air.” You spoke quietly, watching as he stepped down the ramp. The nerves were back as you watched him step down, stopping next to you and sitting as well. “What are you doing?”

“I needed some air.” He repeated, you could hear the smile in his voice. You shook your head, staring at the green land. You sat there in silence, both of you enjoying the company of the other, something you were sure Mando would never admit but it was nice while you sat there. 

“Have you ever thought about changing your life?” you asked, still staring off at the land and the sky, not really sure where the question came from.

“What do you mean?” He knew what you meant, the question was something that was on his mind ever since he found the child, and even more now since you came into his life.

“You know what I mean.” You chuckled, looking down at your bare feet in the grass, wiggling your toes. “Leaving the Guild and the Mandalorian lifestyle behind.” You explained, looking up at him. “Settling down and raising the Child.” He noticed the way you didn’t mention yourself in this scenario. “I’m sure the Child would love that.” You chuckled.

“Once I take this helmet off in front of someone, I can never put it back on.” He explained, looking out in the distance. “This is the way.” 

“What if it isn't?” You questioned, noticing the way he sighed lightly. You imagined he thought about this a lot. Any one who was raised in this sort of condition probably does think about leaving, wonder what else is out there besides the Creed. “Leaving Tatooine was something I knew I had to do.” you explain, “And seeing you the first time felt like a gift from the Gods.” you smiled, watching as Mando turned to you, listening to your story. “It was like fate the second time you came and accepted my help. I knew that Tatooine wasn’t it for me.” 

“Did you think staying was your fate?” You watched the way the moon shined off the helmet, making you wonder if he ever came out by himself, taking the helmet off and enjoying the breeze on his face.

“For a while I did.” You admitted, thinking back to life on that planet. “There wasn’t a lot for me there, it always felt off.” Mando watched the way you shivered from the breeze, wrapping the blanket tighter around yourself.

“We should get back in.” He muttered, ready to stand. Before he could, your hand grabbed his wrist, stopping him. 

“I like it here.” You smiled, watching the way he tensed for a quick moment, before settling back on the ramp with you. He could feel your eyes searching over his helmet, and he could tell you were thinking about what he looked liked. Everyone did, but with you, you never asked him to take the helmet off or asked him for hints on what he looked like. You respected him to keep those questions to yourself. “Thank you again.” You softly spoke, smiling up.

“For Tatooine?” 

“For everything.” You realized you still had a hand on his wrist, noticing he didn’t have any gloves on. You decided to bite the bullet and let your hand travel down, your fingers touching the skin on his wrist. From the moonlight you can see his tan skin, his long fingers twitching lightly as you touched his wrist, your fingertips brushing lightly over the back of his palm, lightly tracing the veins that were prominent. “For taking me in,” You whispered, watching the way his fingers flex as you touched them, your fingertips lightly brushing over the coarse skin. “For giving me a home,” you started on his thumb, tracing the skin to the nail and back down before moving onto the next one, both Mando and you mesmerized at the actions. “For the necklace.” You smiled, lightly, feeling as though the crystal got heavier on your chest. 

You barely registered the blanket that slipped from your shoulders, exposing more of your skin to Mando than he’s seen. The short sleeve shirt you wore to bed hanging loosely on your shoulder, his eyes looking up and seeing the way your skin basically shines in the moonlight, your hair loose from whatever ponytail you had it, pieces of hair curling on the back of your neck and tops of your shoulders. He especially couldn’t forget the necklace, the brown leather cord complimenting your skin tone. He couldn’t stop himself from pulling his hand from your tracing, his fingers brushing against the skin of your shoulder. 

You gasped lightly at the touch, the action making you shudder, still staring down at your hand as you let him touch you. He dragged his fingers up your shoulder to your neck, his fingers lightly hooking onto the necklace, pulling it and letting it drop. You tried to keep your breathing under control, but he could hear the way your breath hitched when he played with some of the loose hair, tucking it behind your ear. You finally got the confidence and looked up at him, looking over the visor wondering what he looked like as he studied you. 

He definitely studied you, looking over your skin, your eyes, the way your lips parted as he stared over you. He was taking in everything he was seeing, like it was the last time. He wanted this look on your face burned into his mind, thinking of it whenever he could. And that scared him. 

You opened your mouth to say something, before a small gurgle was heard from the ship. You both glanced back at the opening, seeing the Child stand there, eyes droopy from sleep. “Oh sweet thing.” You whispered, standing from the ramp. Mando’s hand fell from you, a twinge of sadness running through him as he was robbed from this moment. He watched as you walked over to the Child, picking him up and wrapping him in the blanket with you.

You gave him a shrug and a sad smile, turning on your heels and bringing the kid back into the ship, rocking him lightly as he smiled up at you. Those giant eyes fluttering as he became more and more tired. “Tired thing.” You hummed, watching as his eyes fell shut, his small body becoming heavier. You chuckled lightly, glancing over at the Mandalorian as he stepped up the ramp, turning his back and pressing the keypad, the ramp lifting and shutting us in the ship.You gently set the Child in his small pod, his hands tightly grasping the blanket, not letting it go in his sleep. With a defeat sigh, you slipped the blanket from your shoulders, nestling it around the Child.

Mando watched as the blanket slipped from your shoulders, exposing that you weren’t exactly wearing any pants. The shirt hanging loosely around your form, hitting mid thigh. He couldn’t help the way the front of his pants tightened, wondering if there was anything else under the oversize shirt you wore.

You took a step back, pressing the pad and the door shutting on the child as he slept, hopefully through the night. You wrapped your arms around yourself turning and giving the Mandalorian a sheepish smile. You quickly became aware of the lack of close you were wearing, a slight breeze making goosebumps rise on your legs. 

“I should get to bed.” You shrugged, one hand reaching down and grabbing the hem of your shirt, tugging it further down your legs. Mando didn’t say anything, only a swift nod. You sheepishly walked past him, your gut turning as you felt a hand wrap around your wrist. You looked up at him, wide eyes as he stared forward. “Is everything okay?” You whispered, feeling the way his hand tightened around your small wrist.

It felt like time stopped as the two of you stood there, reminding you of when he was teaching you how to shoot the blaster. It all felt really… surreal to you. You waited for him to do something, but you could only focus on the fact the way your arm felt with his hand on it, almost like it was on fire. And it wasn’t something that you didn’t mind.

Everything in him told him to touch you, bring you closer till you were against his chest, his hands running up the back of your thighs, grabbing at every single piece of you as he could. But he couldn’t. “Take my blanket.” He finally said. You furrowed your eyebrows, tilting your head. You knew he wanted to say more, say something else, or do something else. But something was stopping him, you could basically see the internal war he was having within himself. 

It was now or never.

You slipped your arm from his hand, lifting it with hesitance to his helmet. With a shuddered breath you turned him towards you, the cold beskar cooling your hot hands. There was no resistance as he let you turn his head towards him, looking down at you with confusion and lust. You tried to convince yourself that if he were to reject you, tell you that this was something he never wanted, you’d be okay with being dropped off at the next planet, or even have them leave you at this planet. 

I took everything in you to let yourself be confident. Slowly, you turned, facing your body with his, your hands brushing along his arms as you reached for his hands. You could tell how tense he was, hearing how jagged his breath was as you touched his arms, your fingertips brushing against the material of his shirt as they moved down towards his hands. 

He could feel how shaky your hands were as they brushed against his. He watched as you pulled them up, guiding them to your waist. Mando’s breath hitched, the sound filling your ears and making your thighs clench. “I trust you.” Was all you said, looking up at him. “You can touch me.” Your voice was lower now, barely a whisper, something only the two of you could hear. 

“Are you sure?” Mando whispered back, his hands grabbing at the shirt. “Once I start, I might not be able to stop.” You could’ve died right there, those being the last words you ever heard, and you’d be happy. You wanted those words branded in your mind. You could barely speak, only clench your thighs even more, giving him a nod. “I need to hear you say it.” He spoke a little louder this time, his hands already lifting the shirt up slowly, seeing more and more skin revealed to him. 

“Yes.” In a split second he grabbed you, turning the both of you and pushing you against the wall of the ship. You gasped as the cold metal digging into your skin, cooling you down slightly. He held you there, hearing his jagged breathing through his helmet as he looked down at you, his hands slowly trailing down your hips. You said nothing, letting him control the pace, waiting on him to cross the line. You tried to keep the whimper in when you felt his hands on your thighs, his fingers digging into the flesh lightly, dragging a low moan from your throat.

The sound was enough to spur him on even more. All those nights imagining what you sounded like, and actually hearing it, was music to his ears. He had to hear more from you. He slipped his hands under the shirt, his calloused fingers brushing against your panties, up your stomach and resting right against your rib cage, the back of his hand brushing against the underside of your breasts. “Please.” You whimpered, the sound shooting straight to his cock. He couldn’t resist anymore, you were here, in his hands, willing to give yourself to him. 

You heard a low moan, almost a growl as he cupped your breast, his palms against your hard nipples, his fingers digging into the flesh. He couldn’t wait any longer. He grabbed the hem of the shirt, pulling it over your head and tossing it to the side, his greedy eyes taking it each and every piece that was displayed to him. You tried your best to not cover yourself, knowing that you trusted this man with your life. You felt confident as he stared down at you. 

“Gorgeous.” He mumbled, reaching for you again. Pulling you tight to him, his hands traveling frantically over your body, trying to touch each piece of you. You dropped your head to his shoulder, enjoying his hands, moans and whimpers leaving you as he grabbed your ass, kneading the soft flesh before his hands dragged across your back, up to your shoulders. You gasped as he spun you around, your back against his chest, his hands on your arms, keeping you tight to him. “I told you I wouldn't be able to stop.” it sounded almost like a warning, but it didn’t scare you away.

“I know.” you replied breathlessly, grinding against him, his bulge rubbing against your ass as you circled your hips. “I don’t want you to.” You felt his head drop to your shoulder, moaning as you continued to push back on him. All he wanted was to taste your skin, bite down on the flesh and leave marks he’d be able to see later, letting him know that you were marked as his. He snaked one of his hands down your stomach, digging his fingers lightly as he got to your panties, stopping at the hem. He was teasing you, letting a finger dip under the band, hearing the way you whimpered at him, moaning loudly when you moved your hips, trying to get him closer to where you needed him. “Please.” You begged, resting your forehead on the cold beskar. This man was going to be the death of you.

“What do you want.” His modulated voice filled your ears, one of his arms keeping you close to him while the other played at your panties.

“You.” You gasped, bucking your hips one again. “I want you everywhere.” All that was on your mind was him touching you, you didn’t care if you seemed desperate, cause you were. You were desperate for this man in every way possible. “Please Mando.”

Mando groaned, the sweets words you spoke made him want to bend you over and take you right there, give you what you wanted. The way you whimpered his name made rut against you, his cock twitching in his pants. He had to have you, feel you, taste you. “Close your eyes.” He whispered, his hand leaving your panties. You whimpered softly, shutting your eyes without a question, feeling Mando raise his head from your shoulder. There was subtle movement behind you before a loud thud that made you jump. “Keep them shut.” Your thighs clenched together, hearing his voice, his actual voice, against your ear. You were sure you were going to die when you felt his lips brush against your right shoulder, facial hair poking the skin as he peppered soft kisses. 

“Mando, you didn’t-”

“I wanted to.” He whispered against your shoulder, making his way towards your neck. You tried to suppress the giggle, the coarse facial hair tickling the sensitive skin, feeling his lips turn up in a smile. Of course you’ve imagined what he looked like. Imagining what facial expressions he made, the way he looked when he smiled, honestly anything. And to feel his lips on your shoulder at this very moment, was enough to make your knees weak. “I wanted to taste you.” He mumbled against your skin, chills running down your back. “Just don’t open your eyes.”

You reached behind you, your hand weaving into his thick hair, short nails digging into his scalp as you grabbed the short strands. The moan that left his lips was sinful, his teeth biting down on your neck. It was like a switch was flipped as he frantically grabbed you, keeping you close to him almost like he was hoping you’d just morph into him. He hooked a finger into your panties, pushing them down your hips, the fabric brushing your thighs as it fell around your ankles. You were quick to step out of them, kicking them to the side, knowing you were going to be looking for them later. 

Mando hummed against your shoulder, his hand reaching down and cupping your sex, one of his fingers dragging slowly between your folds. You gasped at the sensation, keeping your eyes shut as he continued to touch you, gathering the juices that leaked from you on his fingers. “You’re so wet.” Mando whispered against your ear, hearing your breath hitched at his words. “Barely even touched you.” It was almost like he was talking to himself, but you could hear the amusement in his voice, the way he was fascinated with the way your body was reacting to him. Of course he’s been with previous lovers, but the way you were reacting, letting him do what he wanted, it was something intoxicating and he wanted more. 

“Please, Mando.” you trembled, tilting your head to the side, your lips resting against his cheek. You hummed softly, feeling the hair prickel against your lips, his thick hair brushing against your forehead. “I need you.” With those simple words, he realized that he would do anything in the galaxy to hear you beg for him. 

You reached down, a small hand wrapping around his wrist, his fingers finding your clit and rubbing quick circles around the bundle of nerves. “Stars.” You groaned against his cheek. You reached your other hand behind you, grabbing his thick thigh, trailing up to feel the tent in his pants. A gasp left fell from your lips, feeling his thick bulge, his cock twitching as you rubbed the palm of your hand over it. Mando moaned against your neck, his hips thrusting up to meet your hand as you continued to rub against him, both of you moaning, needy messes as you pleasure each other. “Fuck.” Mando grunted, his other hand reaching around you grabbing one of your breasts, pinching and twisting at one of the hardened nipple. 

“I need you. Please Mando.” You begged into his cheek, whimpering as he pulled away from you. Your chest rose and fell, your mind trying to gather and process everything that was going on from the way his hands felt, to the way he kissed up your shoulder. You wanted to live in this moment for the rest of your life. Mando quickly worked at his pants, looking over your heaving form, the way your skin was flushed, thighs clenched together as you heard him work at his pants. He shoved them quickly, kicking them and stepping back to you, pulling you hard against him, the air ripped from your lungs as you felt his cock rub against the small of your back, trapped between your bodies. You’d give anything to find out what he tasted like. “Let me taste you.” You gasped, feeling him rut against you at the request.

Mando was sure he was going to bust from what you said, the image of looking down and seeing your plump lips wrapped around his cock, taking all of him in your mouth only made his cock twitch at what could be, and you noticed, your mouth watering. But he knew that’s not where he was going to finish tonight. “Another time, sweet girl.” He rasped, another pet name making you shudder. Another time. This wasn’t a one time thing for either of you. Mando leaned back, staring down at your exposed back, running his hands over the smooth skin, hearing the small whimpers and gasps you gave him, egging him on to keep touching you. He wrapped a large hand around your shoulder, pushing softly as you bent at the waist, hands coming up and steadying yourself on the walls of the ship. A chill of excitement ran through your body, a smile creeping on your face as he pawed at the curve of your ass, grabbing at the flesh. 

You arched your back, standing on your toes, giving Mando a better view. He groaned loudly, swallowing as you presented yourself to him. “Are you sure?” He whispered softly, leaning down and pressing soft kisses in between your shoulder blades. You only giggled, eyes still shut and turning your head to him.

“I’m literally bent over for you.” You giggled again, hearing a soft chuckle leaving his lips. The sound was foreign, but something you could get used to. “I’m sure Mando.” You confirmed, wiggling your ass against the curve of his cock. “I only want you.” He nipped at your skin playfully, reaching in between your bodies and grabbing a hold of his pulsing cock. He stroked himself a few times, staring down at the position he has you in, gathering the precum that leaked from the tip, using it as lubricant. You reached back, fingers wrapping around his length, your breath hitching. You knew he was huge, but this… this was something else. “You’re huge.” You mumbled, stroking his cock, feeling the way it twitched when your thumb brushed the tip. He was thick and long. Could he even fit? He bent at the knees, letting you guide him to your pussy, the head of his cock pushing past your soaked folds, teasing the entrance. Mando grabbed at your hips, watching as he pushed into you, his cock sinking in slowly, no resistance as he stretched you open. He felt you pull away, his hands tightening on your hips, keeping you against him. 

“Stars.” You gasped, his cock stretching you open like never before, the slight burn being cancelled out by the pure pleasure from him making you take him. He stilled for a moment, letting you adjust, watching the way your breathing picked up, your head falling forward back still arched for him. 

“You’re taking me so well.” He grunted, grabbing your hips and bringing you back to him. Low groans echoed through the ship as the back of your thighs met his, his cock filling you to the brim. It was unlike anything you’ve ever felt, eyes rolling back in your head as he waited, giving you a moment. “So tight.” He growled, his hips bucking, grinding into your ass, his cock pushing into you deeper. You gasped at the thrust, your mind telling you he was going to destroy you, but your pussy was loving each second of it. You clenched around him, gasping again as he grind against your ass. “Shit.” he greeted through his teeth.

“Move. Please.” You begged, wiggling your ass against him.

It was a storm of moving bodies, Mando grabbing at your waist, thrusting into you in a slow rhythm, watching his cock disappear and then glisten with your juices as he pulled out. He was speechless as your walls gripped him, squeezing around his cock tightly as he moved within you. 

You were a blubbering mess, moans and whimpers bouncing off the walls as he fucked you into oblivion, eyes rolling to the back of your head as his cock filled you like never before. The tip of his cock brushes against your g-spot, your legs shaky as they tried to keep you up. You were sure that if he didn’t have his hands on your waist you would’ve been on the floor in a matter of seconds. “Maker, you're huge.” You whined, feeling him pick up his pace, his thighs slapping onto yours loudly.  You felt as if he was splitting you in two, a bruising grip on your waist making sure you weren’t going anywhere. 

Mando growled as you clenched around him, your juices covering your inner thighs and his pelvis. The sight alone made him something snap in him. He reached up for your shoulder, pulling you upright, your back against his chest, his hand trailing to your neck. “Tell me to stop.” He grunted in your ear, not faltering his thrusts as you gasped against him, the hand around your neck only wrapped around, but the thought of his squeezing your throat made you whimper, your pussy fluttering around his cock. “Tell me to stop, and I won’t ruin you.” His voice, the way he smelt like sweat and sex made you dizzy. Everything about him and the position he had you in made you dizzy. He slowed his hips, painfully pulling out until the tip was all that was left, waiting on your response. “Tell me Y/N.” He growled into your ear, his other arm coming around and wrapping around your stomach, keeping you tight to him. 

“Ruin me.” You whined, reaching up and grabbing his wrist, “Don’t stop, please Mando.” He slammed back in, forcing a small yell from your lips as he fucked you with a brutal pace, his hand squeezing lightly around your neck, the leather cord against his palm, the crystal bouncing against your chest. “I trust you.” You moaned, resting your head on his shoulder. 

“Maker,” He marveled, seeing the way you gave yourself up to him, “How are you even real?” He remarked, squeezing his hand around your throat. “How are you so fucking perfect, sweet thing?” You noticed he talked more as he was balls deep in you, something that made you smile, before whining as he walked you forward, pushing you against the wall. Your breasts squished against the cold metal, hands planted on the wall as Mando kept his hand around your neck, the other gripping your hip. “You’re taking me so fucking well.” He panted, resting his head on your shoulder, staring down as he fucked into you. The coil that was building in your lower stomach was threatening to snap, threatening to push you over as he continued to fuck you, and Mando felt it. The way you tightened around him, your breathless whimpers fucking you harder. “Cum all over me.” He whispered in your ear, pinning you against him and the wall, his words tightening the coil in you, ready to snap. 

“Mando, I can’t-” You stopped, your thighs shaking as he drilled into you. You never felt more weightless than you did in this moment, feeling almost as if you died and went to heaven. It was all so much, his cock, his words, his hands over you. The coil was tightening and tightening until it finally… snapped. You twisted your head around, catching Mando’s lips with yours, moaning like a whore as you clamped around his cock, squeezing him as you came all over him, thighs basically becoming like liquid as the waves of pleasure washed over your body. 

You grind against him, the kiss was all teeth and tongue as you came around him, his hand tightening on your throat. “Fuck.” Mando growled, panting against your lips, feeling your cum drip over him. You were basically boneless against him, using his body to keep yourself up. 

“I want you to cum in me.” You whined, feeling his fingers dig into your hip. “I want it, give it to me.” He held you to him, his hips snapping against your ass as they began faltering. 

“Sweet thing.” He muttered into your ear, his breath picking up before he stilled against you, giving you harder slowed thrusts. Your body was basically made of chills as he growled in your ear, his cock twitching in you, filling your pussy up to the brim in his seed. Painting your walls white. 

Mando pulled away from your lips, his breath fanning against your lips as the two of you caught your breaths. The smell of sex filled the air, his chest tight against your back, slick with sweat as your bodies calmed down. Neither of you wanted to move from one another, but as his cock softened it was hard to stay still and not make a mess. 

“Are you okay?” Mando mumbled, loosening his hold on your neck. You hummed, giving him a small nod, resting your forehead against his. 

You weren’t sure what was going to happen after this, you weren’t sure if what he said before about this happening was true. But at this moment, you felt like the only two people in the world. You reached up, planting a soft kiss against his lips.

What now?

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