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Blank Canvas Chapter 7

Read on AO3. Summary: Kaneki realizes something horrible. Word Count: 3741 Chapter 8 Chapter 6 Master Post

She wasn’t exactly subtle walking to the door. She wanted Shiono to know she was going out and that there was nothing he could do to stop her. They weren’t father and daughter, and they sure as hell weren’t friends. They were, at most, editor and author; that was all.

Despite that fact, Shiono called out to her as she grasped the doorknob.

“Where are you going?” he asked, full of fake concern for a child not his own.

“Out,” she answered curtly, hoping the conversation would end there.

It didn’t. “You’re going to see that Arima guy, aren’t you?”

She tried scoffing. “A-And what if I am?” Shit, not good.

“He’s twenty-two!” Shiono stood up and looked at her. “He’s twenty-two, and you’re sixteen!”

“Yes, and I’ll be fine.” She rolled her eyes. “Kishou’s good to me.”

What did Shiono know about dating, anyway? He’d been single his whole life, and the fact that she didn’t have any siblings running around their little apartment told her that he was a total virgin too.

And it wasn’t like she was stupid either. Kishou was obviously different from those guys. Maybe he always picked where they went, regardless of her tastes, and maybe he wasn’t really one for conversation— even when it came to books, their favorite subject— but she could tell he was a lot like her. Parental issues, no friends that truly understood him— completely isolated from his own life, where choices were an illusion to keep him pinned to the wall.

A lonely soul. A broken soul.

She was the same way: no mother, and a ‘father’ that hated her, to the point of letting someone else care for her not once, but twice. To make matters worse, this second hire just pretended to care. He was nothing like Papa, because Papa was dead and he wasn’t coming back and it was all her fault.

It was in her isolation that Kishou found her, and she found Kishou.

“He’s taking advantage of you!”

“I’m sure he is,” she quipped sarcastically.

“Wait—”

She pushed the door open. “Bye.”

“\#-, I’m just trying to—!”

Every time Shiono said that ridiculous name, the one penned by a liar, that meant another lecture. So before he could get going, she rushed out and slammed the door.

———

Kaneki and Takatsuki bid their farewells to Big Bin and crossed over to the edge of the fence. In his eagerness to leave, Kaneki made the first leap over the fence. The moment his feet touched the ground, he let out a sigh of relief. Oh, it felt so good to finally not have to turn around every two seconds to make sure a guard wasn’t—

“Look out below!”

He looked up just in time to see Takatsuki freefalling toward him from above. He yelped and stuck out his hands, catching her safely in his grasp. She was surprisingly light.

“Oof!” She giggled as if she wouldn’t have broken her back without him, as if they hadn’t been in a high-security prison literal seconds ago. “Why, thank you very—”

She looked up at him and suddenly stopped. Kaneki pursed his lips, a bit confused. Was there something on his face? Takatsuki never stopped mid-sentence; she barreled through to the bitter end. Or maybe—

(Oh, it was a crescent moon tonight; he could see it in her eyes.)

It might be boogers that’s disgusting why would you think that? Then again, his nose had been feeling a little stuffy today. Or yesterday, because it was technically a new day.

(She smelled like hibiscuses, known partly for a short vase life. Ironic, considering he’d remember her forever.)

Maybe it was just the nerves; she was always able to identify whenever he was nervous. It was nice, in a way, how he didn’t need to use his words to tell her how he felt. He could be vulnerable and not be uncomfortable. It wasn’t like Touka or Hide, who lovingly peeled open his pages and flipped through; Takatsuki already knew the story by heart.

(Hey, was it warm? He felt warm. It was summer.)

Takatsuki let herself down and brushed off her clothes. The darkness hid her expression. “Um, thanks.”

Kaneki managed to keep his tongue from falling out of his mouth. “Y-Yeah… No problem.”

She took the lead to leave the premises, keeping two paces ahead when usually they walked in stride together. It was sorely needed distance, in his opinion, because he couldn’t bear the thought of her next to a walking tomato like him at the moment. What if she saw his expression in total darkness?

To distract himself, he thought about his message to Chie requesting Donato’s case file. She was usually up at strange hours anyway, so maybe he’d even get it tomorrow if he was lucky. And hopefully the price wasn’t too high; he’d never really worked with Chie in-depth before, but Hide had some crazy stories about the things he’d done to get her (illegal) information, ranging from simple cash to stealing someone’s underwear.

Kaneki prayed for the former.

A few turns in multiple eerie alleyways shrouded in darkness later, he and Takatsuki were bathed in the streetlights of civilization once again. She darted back and forth on the local street, searching for something, before pointing out a bright white and red car.

“There’s our ride!”

Kaneki squinted at the driver’s seat, and the color drained from his face.

“Tatara! Over here!!” Takatsuki waved wildly, jumping up and down. “I don’t think he sees us— Wave, come on!”

Kaneki reluctantly waved one of his arms in a wide arc, the other glued to the strap of his satchel. He hadn’t seen Tatara since their first meeting, but he knew that Tatara wouldn’t be happy to see him.

As if to prove his point, when the car slowed to a stop in front of them, a pair of thin scarlet eyes looked past the glass and Takatsuki to definitely scowl at him.

“He’s so reliable, don’t you think?” Takatsuki grinned.

“Y-Yeah…” It wasn’t that Kaneki disagreed; he just would have preferred Shiono.

He would have entered the car from the street side (not that it was busy, but it was a courtesy), but she beat him to it, forcing him into the easily-accessible sidewalk side (he was not riding shotgun).

Once both were seated, Takatsuki undid her pigtails with a sigh of relief. Each strand freed from the hair ties jumped out in a different direction, as unpredictable as arcs of lightning. Kaneki felt the air get sucked out of his lungs at the sight, and turned away just to breathe. The city was super interesting at this time of night! It was dark, and there were… lights, and— and it was dark— Some artist he was. ‘ It was dark’?! Really?!

“Where do you live?” Tatara, for the first time, threw him a bone.

“O-Oh! The uh, the 12th ward.” Kaneki cleared his throat, trying to air himself out. It was so hot in here.

“Across the city!” Takatsuki exclaimed. “Lucky us, Tatara.”

“Sure.” Tatara started the car and got driving.

At least she was going to be with Kaneki the whole ride home; he didn’t think he could survive a car drive with Tatara. At least Yomo gave a thumbs up when he was thanked.

“By the way, the Japanese version of Chì Shé’s latest production is premiering next weekend,” Tatara suddenly said.

“Oh? Then congratulations are in order.” Takatsuki was also staring out the window. “What was it about again?”

Kaneki, despite himself, was a little curious too; were there any changes between versions, and why? Was it due to censorship laws? Language barriers? Cultural barriers? Despite being close to each other, it was always surprising knowing how different China and Japan were. He’d never been one for plays, but after months of Takatsuki dragging him to place after place after place, maybe stepping outside his boundaries every once in a while could be good for him.

“The last surviving member of an underground mafia pursues revenge overseas,” Tatara explained curtly.

Interesting… Maybe a story about the fruitless nature of revenge? Or maybe it would embrace revenge, telling the story of how some people need closure in order to finally live their ideal life?

“Anyway, Naki and Miza rented out a resort for the same weekend to celebrate. I’d like for you to come.”

Oh. Alright. Kaneki kind of wanted to hear more, but that was fine too. It wasn’t his place to pry.

“Hoho…” Takatsuki sounded interested enough. “Who else will be there?”

“The Bins.” Oh, Big Bin had a family? Well, of course he did— everyone did— but it was more—

“Yumitsu too?” Who was that?

Tatara nodded. “I’m inviting some of my crew, and Naki and Miza are bringing Shiori as well.” Shiori? Wait, was that—

“Shiori!” Takatsuki squealed and clapped her hands. “He must be so big now!”

Tatara’s voice also took on a lighter tone. “Yes. Actually—”

As Kaneki listened, he felt more and more out of place. It was like peeking into a world that he had no right to peek into, let alone context with which to enjoy it. Who exactly was Miza besides a co-owner of a restaurant? Naki and her had a child? Big Bin had… siblings? How long had Takatsuki known these people?

Such were the things running through his mind, and it just emphasized the fact that he didn’t really know her. These past few months had just been work, work, work; the casual nature of it didn’t change that fact. Sure, he enjoyed Takatsuki’s company, and she clearly kept him around for a reason, but that didn’t make them friends: just good colleagues.

They were nothing more, and with each unfamiliar term and phrase in a conversation he had no part in, he became more and more aware of that.

Vengeance.

Not only that, but Donato’s answer continued to plague him. Did anyone else know about her connection to the Priest? If so, that meant she didn’t trust him enough to tell him herself, and despite everything, that hurt. He wanted her trust. He wanted her to believe in him. Then again, who was to say she didn’t want him running his mouth and jeopardizing her career? It was better, not to mention easier, if he was in the dark, and she was already probably in hot water after the lawsuit from Hanged Man’s. She shouldn’t be risking her career like this, even if she was a well-known figure.

Then again, she’d left Kaneki alone with Donato, trusting that he would come out the other end still on her side. If she truly didn’t want him to find out, she would have pushed more to stay in the room. But then that begged the question: why him, and not someone else? Why not Tatara, who clearly knew her more than Kaneki ever would? It didn’t make sense; he’d barely known her for three months. So what if he saw inklings of himself— his rage, his sorrow, his longing— between her pages? So what if she might have followed Haise for similar reasons?

Kaneki didn’t matter.

Vengeance.

Kaneki shouldn’t matter.

(But he wanted to matter. He was terrible like that.)

He leaned his head against the window with a sigh, staring out at the city lights. The curvature of the glass made the landscape appear like watercolors. He hadn’t done a watercolor painting in a while, he realized; maybe this could be good inspiration. His paychecks had gone largely unspent too, so he could purchase replacements for his brushes, and paint too.

He closed his eyes and imagined the process. It would feature cool colors— blues and violets— to portray a rainy night. The figure of focus was alone on a street corner, the streetlight casting a shadow over their expression. Kaneki would pay attention to the eyes, however. Silver, like his own, which glowed against the night. He would dab paint beneath them— a harsh red, perhaps, to contrast the rest of the piece— and let gravity streak bleeding tears and rain down his cheeks, neck, and shoulders, and then—

“Can Haise come?”

He jolted from the window to stare at Takatsuki. She was staring intently at Tatara through the rear-view mirror.

“Why?” Tatara vocalized Kaneki’s thoughts perfectly.

She quirked her brow. “Because I want him to? Why else?”

Tatara squinted. “It’s my gathering.”

“It’s my invitation.”

There was a long stretch of silence, and Kaneki took the time to regret living across the city. Arguing over him, of all people, and for what? He wouldn’t belong there; he didn’t know half of the names they’d mentioned, and he knew even less of the ones he did know.

“I-I don’t have to go; I really don’t think—” he began, hoping to nip this in the bud. He’d just take up space, take up necessary oxygen—

“Fine.” Tatara relented.

Huh?

“Yay!” Takatsuki clapped her hands together. “You’ll love Middle Bin, Haise. Little Bin, not so much, but it’ll be fun!”

Fun? With a bunch of strangers? “I, um…”

He was about to gently refuse, maybe use Hide for an excuse, but when he saw her looking at him, the memory of the crescent moon lingering in her eyes, his brain fooled him into thinking she might actually, genuinely want him there.

“Okay. Yeah, I can come.” He smiled at her even as his voice strained.

Were he a bit more presumptuous, he would have said she was glowing.

—

Kaneki closed the car door and made his way around to get to his apartment, when he heard Takatsuki open her side and go after him.

“Haise, wait!” she called. “Come back!”

He turned back, confused. “What is it?”

She stopped just before him, her smile brushing against her eyes. Entrancing. “I wanted to say thank you for tonight. I’m glad you came with me.”

A set of clouds had passed over the moon, and there weren’t enough lights to illuminate her, yet he thought she shone anyway. Not like the sun, but a flash of lightning, for she came and went as she pleased because none could nor should stop her, drawing more toward her for it.

Oh. She asked him a question. He nodded dumbly. “N-No problem.” Yeah, breaking into Cochlea for Sen Takatsuki was ‘no problem’. Good job, brain.

“And I’m glad you’re coming to the resort after the show.” She glanced behind her before leaning closer to whisper. “Between you and me, I don’t think I could bear it alone.”

His brow furrowed. “Aren’t they your friends? I’d think—”

“Plays are fun, but my idea of a post-play vacation is being curled up on my bed with a good book,” she admitted. “Or maybe revisiting an old favorite and jotting down some new things I learned.”

“Oh! M-Me too!” Kaneki smiled, elated to have finally found a kindred soul. Not even Rize understood the appeal. “I’m not really one for outdoors stuff, even if we were going to spend most of it indoors. So honestly, a resort is a bit— much.”

Takatsuki giggled. “I knew you’d understand. You always do.” His heart swelled with pride at that. He understood her. “That’s why if you’re at the resort, then I think I could look forward to it.”

Another dumb nod. “I-I feel the same.”

If he were a bit more presumptuous, he’d say there was some pink dusting her cheeks. “See you at work, Haise.”

“S-See you at work…” he repeated like a total idiot.

He stood in his spot long after Tatara’s car left the lot. Later, he drifted into his apartment, trying not to disturb Hide in case he was asleep. Once Kaneki dressed in his pajamas, he retrieved the notebook full of Takatsuki sketches and went to the couch to add one more for the night.

It was a routine that he’d accepted at this point: come home, grab the book, and find a spot. He was already formulating the outline in his head; two jade orbs that reflected a crescent moon, freckles like stars in the sky, and a constellation of lips that he wanted to—

It was full.

The sketchbook was full.

Why was it full? When had it become full? He could’ve sworn there was more space. He flipped through it again, Takatsuki’s smiles, frowns, glares, and more filled his vision in an overwhelming amount. In just a few short months, he’d practically memorized every angle of her face like the disgusting creep he was.

And now there was no space left.

The sketchbook slipped out of his hands and landed gently at his feet, like a landmine. His mouth turned dry as he covered his face with both hands.

The answer had been staring at him ever since the park— maybe even before then— and only now did he dare look up to meet it.

Oh no.

———

Hide came home in the morning, presumably from a business trip or overnight shift. Kaneki, meanwhile, was curled up on the couch with his Takatsuki sketchbook held tight against his chest.

“Uh, I’m home…?”

Kaneki didn’t dare look up. “Welcome back…”

Hide dropped his bag by the couch and sat down next to him. “You, uh… You okay there, bud?”

“No…” It was pointless to hide anything from Hide. “I’ve just realized something horrible.”

His brow furrowed again. “Yeah? What?”

“I think I have a crush on Takatsuki.”

“You don’t say?” Hide’s body language betrayed the shock in his tone.

“What am I going to do?” Kaneki sat up. “If I come to work, how am I going to talk to her without it being weird?”

Hide scratched his head. “I mean, you’ve held out this long, haven’t you?”

“What?”

“C’mon, dude, seriously.” Hide gestured vaguely. “You’ve been crushing on her since you were like, ten. I think you can pull it off.”

“That was a celebrity crush, Hide! There’s a difference!” Kaneki protested. “I just— Ugh…”

Hide sighed. “Oh boy… Hey, you want a change of pace?”

Kaneki glanced down at the sketchbook full of Takatsuki, then at Hide, and nodded.

“Here, look what I got.” Hide took out a manila folder stuffed to the brim with papers and pictures and handed it over.

Kaneki took it into his hands, staring blankly. “What’s this?”

“The Priest’s case file, as ordered.” He gestured to it. “All his crimes, the victims’ autopsies, and the trial itself. Chie got you everything.”

Kaneki tilted his head. “She did? Why would— Wait, what’s her price? Don’t tell me I need to steal—”

Hide put up his hands. “No underwear for this one— I checked. But she does want a reason for why you wanted this.”

Vengeance.

Kaneki gulped, rubbing his chin. “I-It was for the book… We, uh, had an interest in the Priest’s history for inspiration…”

Hide raised a brow. “And…?”

“And…” He sighed in defeat. “Takatsuki… has a history with him.”

“With the Priest?” For some reason, Hide sounded less surprised and more interested. He even whistled. Then again, it was Hide; his interests were often at odds with regular expectations. “Quite the woman you fell in love with.”

Kaneki turned scarlet. “Stop…”

Hide chuckled. “Well, want me to go over it with you? These things are dense, and you might not get through everything by yourself.”

Kaneki didn’t like the implication that this wasn’t Hide’s first criminal case file, but it was simultaneously comforting, as he had no clue where to start. “Alright. Thanks, Hide.”

Hide grinned. “Anything for my best pal!”

“Thanks…”

This was a pretty apt distraction. Plus, he was honestly overreacting a bit, and this could get him back on track. It was just a crush; he’d had crushes before right? The only difference was that if he acted on it, his entire career could end in the blink of an eye. No big deal.

He opened the folder and got reading.

Donato Porpora, the Priest. Close to two hundred documented victims across twenty-five years since immigrating to Japan. As the man himself said, he preferred heavier victims, and they were abducted with only their clothing left behind with a cross. He resided in his church and orphanage, taking care of many children, but it was discovered that they were unwittingly being fed the remains of his victims.

Among these children was a young Koutarou Amon, Kurona’s fellow worker at Taiwa. He didn’t talk much, but Kaneki could tell he was a kind person. To think, such kindness was founded in blood.

Hide was skimming a separate case. “Hey, Kaneki, look at this,” he said, bringing it over. “Yuka Nagoyama, a new politician at the time of her death.”

Kaneki’s brow furrowed as he looked at her photograph. “She’s… thin. And her weight—”

“It doesn’t match,” Hide finished. “All of his typical victims were around or above ninety kilograms. Not her.”

“Everything you need is in my case file.”

Kaneki put his current paper aside and focused on the victims’ weights.

“What’s your opinion on people in your profession getting hired?”

Hide did the same, and they piled their results together.

“Politicians, financers, rising businessmen…” Hide muttered aloud, reading each victim’s occupation.

Meanwhile, Kaneki read their names. “Tsukiyama, Rosewald, Yasuhisa…”

All members of influential families or working toward influential positions. Not only that, but their clothes were always bloodier and the scene was always messier, so that it was easy to identify the victim at the scene of the crime.

“Okay, picture this—”

Hide and Kaneki arrived at the last crime Donato committed— the one that got him caught: a double murder in an alleyway in the 8th ward. Skimming the report, Kaneki immediately realized something was wrong: both bodies had been discovered at the site.

“A lobbyist organization with a lot of government influence…”

One victim was a worker at Kaiko Industries: a woman named Kasuka Mado. She was currently survived by her husband and daughter, both cops. Kaneki vaguely recognized the surname; Amon might have mentioned it once or twice. Kasuka had had her stomach sliced open and her back broken over a dumpster, left to bleed out, and was pronounced dead by the time authorities arrived.

“… has been using serial killers to get rid of inconvenient opponents.”

The other was a homeless man residing in the local shelter. He had died of a similar injury.

Vengeance.

His name was Noroi Takatsuki.

#blank canvas #no new cameo today unfortunately #naki namedrop though!#and arima too. i guess. LOL #writing #fanfic

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needs-to-stop-looking-at-valves · 2 years

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So Augustín and Félix became Bruno's brothers. You have any stories with them?

I do have one, actually. This is a story from way back when, back when these guys used to go to school. Enjoy!

"Does that hurt?"

"Ow! Yes! Julie, let's just say it ALL hurts, okay?!"

Julieta frowned as she tried to study his face. He hadn't looked in a mirror, but he could assume he wasn't easy on the eyes right now.

"You look like those weird ass pumpkins at fairs-ow!"

"Félix shut up!"

That and Félix did NOT hesitate to tell him. Julieta put the arepa in his hand, and after taking a delicious bite, sighed in relief. At least now the pain was gone. She wiped his face as Félix and Pepa stood there, quietly seething. Well, not so quiet on Pepa, given her thundercloud above her.

"Why won't you tell us what happened to you?"

"I did! I had a tumble when I was taking a walk, what's so hard to believe about that?"

It was probably because Agustín was a horrible liar. But he knew if he said anything, it'd make a big mess, so he settled for this lie. Julieta sighed, before kissing his forehead.

"I'll set up for a bed for you. I want to make sure you don't get hurt, at least until I go down town for some more arepa supplies. Can you try to rest till I get back?"

He nodded, warm arepa in his hands making him feel just a bit better about this situation.

"I WOULD like a nap, if you don't mind."

"Not at all, mi amor. Félix, come with me, Pepa can stay here for B-"

"Agustín IS here, so Bruno WON'T be alone. I'm coming with you."

Julieta opened her mouth, then closed it, before relenting.

"I mean...you ARE right. Fine, if we're quick. Come on."

Agustín watched them walk away, and was tempted to damn near lay on the floor, when he found himself jumping at Bruno's presence. Her little brother moved as quiet as...well. A mouse. You could never hear him coming.

"If I get the cookies from the cabinet, will you tell Julieta I had any?"

"I didn't see anything."

Bruno was an odd little guy. But once you get to know him, you eventually realize he didn't deserve half the rumors that were said about him. Bruno climbed on the counter and reached for the cookies, lining his pockets with them and stuffing a few in his mouth. Once he was finished, he put everything back as it was, and got down. He pulled a seat next to Agustín, and offered him a cookie.

"So. What REALLY happened?"

"It's not that big of a deal, really-"

"Agustín, Agustín. You can tell me. What am I gonna do?"

He had a point. And that's what he liked about Bruno. Bruno was easy to talk to, and he was so free of judgement or advice. Agustín sighed as he pocketed the cookie.

"You remember Sergio?"

"Hernandez? The guy with the shitty mustache?"

"Yeah. He uh...him and his buddies beat me up today."

"What? What for?"

Agustín shrugged. He offered Bruno the other half of the arepa as he spoke.

"Different reasons, I guess? I mean, I'm accident prone, I'm skinny, I speak french, my parents are crazy cat people- take your pick."

Bruno took the arepa from him, slowly, as if he was uncertain.

"And you didn't tell everyone, because?"

"I didn't want them to worry. I know Pepa would lose her mind especially, and then that just sends Julieta into a frenzy. If I told Félix, he'd get mad for me and get HIMSELF beat up. It's fine, it happens, you know it does."

Bruno was somehow even less popular than he was. In terms of social standing, Bruno was somewhere at the bottom, next to the pile of garbage outside of the school, and the kid who kept a collection of his own boogers. And he knew it too.

"I'm...sorry. You don't deserve that, Agustín. I think you're really cool."

Agustín chuckled, wrapping an arm around him and giving him a little noogie. Not nearly as hard as Félix would, but just as friendly.

"Well, gracias Bruno. I think my little brother is pretty cool too."

Bruno looked up at him in surprise.

"You...called me little brother."

"Well yeah. Even if me and Julieta don't work out, I'd still call you my little brother. I never had siblings, and you've only had sisters. Don't think that's too far of a reach. Unless of course you don't like it-"

"No! No, I do. I...like the idea of you being my brother. So...I can call you hermano?"

Agustín nodded, lightly patting his head.

"Only If I can do the same. Hermano."

Bruno looked absolutely giddy, he could tell. Only, something flashed in his eyes. He suddenly stood up, and took a bite of the arepa.

"Hermano. Yeah. You're my hermano."

Bruno walked out of the kitchen, and Agustín decided not to pry any further. Bruno was weird, he disappeared and reappeared and random. Certaintly it was nothing to worry about. Right?

-----------------------

It was lunch time. He sat down at the lunch bench, pulling his backpack out, and bringing out the box. He opened the lid, and was amazed the cake made it this far. Osma peered over his shoulder, brow raised. Usually SHE was the one who made him nervous, but not today.

"You got a whole cake for lunch? Really?"

"Well yeah. I'm celebrating today."

"It's not your birthday, I'd know because I know Pepa's birthday."

"I know."

That's because it might be his fucking death day. He looked at the cake, topped off with loads of frosting and sprinkles, just as he asked. He licked a bit off of his finger, before looking around the cafeteria. Pepa sat with Julieta, which was new, usually they had their own clicks. Félix and Agustín were still eating together. And then there was Sergio's table. Him and his buddies were as ugly as they were loud and rowdy, and he felt REALLY bad for his girlfriend, Rosario. Pretty girl. Bruno took a deep breath.

Hermano.

He knocked on the wooden table, before he got up from his table, and walked over, cake in hand. They didn't notice him at first, and he almost wish he just ran. But he couldn't. He cleared his throat, and spoke.

"Hey guys!"

They slowly silenced, giving Bruno a bunch of nasty looks. Thank god he went to the bathroom before this. Sergio's scowl was evident, right under his shitty facial hair (Bruno had some too, but he made his look cute, his mami said so).

"Bad luck Bruno. What are you doing at our table?"

"Well, you see, I kinda realized it'd be great to be friends. So, I brought you a cake! Bought it myself."

They all snorted, as if he just said the world's funniest joke. Bruno noticed Félix looking at him during this, alongside his sisters, and he was absolutely grateful that Agustín was facing away from this.

"That's fucking sad dude. Look, because your sister is fucking hot, I'll just let you leave, and tell you to shove it up your ass before-"

"I'm being nice, Sergio. It's not difficult, believe it or not."

Sergio did NOT like being cut off. He sat up straight, meeting Bruno's eyes witn his own.

"Why does it fuckin' matter to you?"

"Because having an hermano is important to me. Very, very important to me."

He took a deep breath, and let his body take over. The room was in slow motion, to the point that even blinking felt like eternity. He slammed the cake right into his face. It wasn't playful either, he filled it with all the anger, all the strife, that he had in his entire body. It was delivered with such force, it sent his body back, just a bit. And it was beautiful, getting to wipe such a sour, bitter mug with confectionery. His buddies were on him in a second, holding him back by his arms as screams flooded his ears. Many were on surprise, many were in concern, and a few were in support of the punches currently assaulting his frame.

They didn't hold back. Punching his face, his arms, his chest. It all hurt. And he thrashed as they did so, only making them angrier. He wanted them to like beating him up. He wanted to be fun to be pushed around. They stopped only when they heard a sharp whistle from the man himself. Bruno groaned, feeling aches and pains, and either blood, or tears smeared against his face. Sergio grabbed onto his throat forcing him to look at him. He was red as the devil's ass, bits of whipped cream still clinging to his stupid sideburns.

"You're gonna fucking PAY for that-why are you laughing?"

It was funny. All of it was. Bruno chuckled, talking despite the grip on his throat.

"Because. You and your friends can beat me up till I'm six feet under. But everyone saw it. Everyone saw how bad luck Bruno walked right up to you, and smashed that cake, right in your face. And how you just LET me do it. And now, whenever anyone sees you..."

He trailed off as he looked at his reflection through his eyes. He looked like shit. And yet, his grin was as wide as wide could get. It looked almost unnatural, and in a way, he knew it pissed him off more.

"They'll see me. And you can't get that back."

Bruno sniffed, as if he was crying, before spitting right in his face. It was a giant, phlegmy, bloody loogie, right over his freshly wiped face. He growled in both disgust, and anger. Sergio grabbed him by his ruana, and Bruno crossed his fingers, bracing for impact.

"Sergio! My office, NOW! You AND your friends!!"

Saved by the principal. Well, at least from certain death, he still received a pretty good punch to the gut. They dropped him as they left, leaving Bruno gasping for air on the floor. This wasn't going to be fun back at him. But damn, was it sweet.

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"Why would you DO that!? He's ten time your size!"

Bruno winced as Pepa continued to scold him. Her heart was in the right place, given the fact that her worry came with so much snow, Félix had to use his textbook to try to fan it away.

"Yeah! Dude, don't get me wrong, it was funny, but that was NUTS! I don't even mess with Sergio, and I'm a big hombre!"

Julieta was mad too, given how she shoved healing food in his mouth. She had her hands on her hips, holding a scowl just as bad as mamà's.

"I hope you're happy. SUSPENDED, Bruno! All for what? You still haven't explained yourself!"

Agustín threw his hands up in the air, clearly just as shocked as everyone else. At least now only his ear hurt from all the yelling.

"You just became Sergio's BIGGEST target! He's not even gonna look at anyone else now-"

"That was the idea, hermano."

Agustín knew what he meant right away, given how his face fell. His voice got soft, as if he personally threw Bruno into danger.

"Bruno, you didn't."

"I did."

Julieta's glare went to Agustín immediately, with her foot tapping against the tile.

"Explain, Agustín."

He sighed, rubbing the back of his neck.

"I...I got beat up by Sergio yesterday. And I GUESS Bruno thought if he did this, Sergio would pick on himself, instead of me."

"So YOU'RE why my son is suspended."

They all turned to mamá. She did NOT look happy. Not at all. She walked up to them, holding Bruno's face, and studying the bloody smear that remained.

"Are you okay?"

"I'm fine, really! I swear, I'm just a gusher, it wasn't even that bad!"

Alma looked towards Agustín, pointing at him, and holding the tone that held more of a threat than judgement day itself.

"You put my son in danger for fights you cannot handle?"

"Señora, I didn't tell Bruno to-"

"You put that thought in his head. YOU got Bruno hurt. Julieta never should have brought you home. Why she couldn't find a capable boy like Félix, I'll never understand. You are no longer allowed in this Ca-"

Bruno stood up quickly. He didn't know how. He just knew that despite the fear inside of him, he raised his voice at his mother.

"Don't you talk to my hermano like that!!"

They all looked surprised. Pepa raised her voice at her a few times, even Julieta stood her ground on occasion. But not once had baby Bruno EVER spoke to his mother like this. And Alma didn't like it.

"Bruno Leguizamo Madrigal, how dare you-"

"NO. You talk all the time, now you listen! Agustín is my hermano! He'd do it for me and then some! Why are we being punished? Dad makes a sacrifice and you make an Encanto out of it! I do it and you punish me AND Julieta!!"

He realized what he said too late after he said it. He just brought his father into this. Everyone was too stunned for words, the sound of Pepa's quickly stirring wind being the only sound in the room. Bruno felt scared. Scared of what she'd say, and scared of himself for suddenly being so angry. And when Bruno was scared, he ran away. He swiped a buñuelo off the counter, and threw his hoodie up.

"Thanks for nothing. I'm going to my room."

Bruno slipped past them, and mumbled a thank you to the Casita as it closed off the stairs, not letting them follow him to his room. He had no clue how long he laid in bed for. He just knew it was enough for the anger to leave. Enough for him to clean up his face and get himself into his night clothes.

"...come in."

Everyone who owned a room knew when someone wanted in, even if they didn't knock. It was the Madrigal sixth sense. Alma made it up the steps, a plate of food in her hands.

"I brought you a snack, mijo."

"Let Benji have it, I'm not hungry."

She winced as she set the plate down for the rats. She never really liked them. She sat by his bed, and for a moment, there was silence.

"...Bruno. Did Agustín ask you to do that?"

"No. He'd never."

"So...why did you do it?"

"Because he's my hermano."

Bruno continued to lightly scratch at his own headboard, wanting to look at anything but her.

"I thought you didn't like Agustín."

"I do now. And if you take him from me or Julieta,"

He hugged his pillow as he glared at her.

"I won't ever forgive you."

She looked like she thought on it, before softly sighing.

"Okay. I will not make Agustín leave. But please, don't do something so foolish, Bruno. When I heard you got hurt, I was worried. You're my only son."

"...I know, mamá."

She put her hand on his back, before softly sighing.

"I don't ever want this to happen again. But...I am proud of you, for sticking up for someone else. Your papi would be proud of you, Bruno."

Bruno didn't know what to say to that, really he didn't. She left it at that, pulling up his blanket, kissing his forehead, and leaving. Bruno knew he put a big target on his back from what he pulled. But he'd do it again.

For family.

#not transformers #encanto #funny enough this was a huge reason as to why Alma eventually let Agustín marry Julieta #because its so difficult for Bruno to like people #much less do something so bold for them #Bruno's only regret that day was not getting himself a piece before #asks

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calypso-finale · 11 months

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Hundred Two.

I have been so busy but now I am going to know peace, I am back in the UK after being in New York, but I also need to calm myself down, I need to bring it in because my son is going to need to go to school and I don’t want to be taking him everywhere and with Oakley not being in London, he can’t do it and I don’t want it to always be just Grace. So I am going to bring it in slowly for us, I am going to try and do most work in London. I am going to make the work come to me, I mean I am the main person, they need to come to me. They can’t just say no, but I am currently going to Ireland for Oakley, I am with Halle of course but we haven’t spoken on the Wyge thing, but she has been so sly about things, she is still lowkey dipping away. Something is off with her because she had a SOS and then she turned around and said actually I don’t now, so I am confused on a lot of things. It’s been three weeks since and she hasn’t said a word, I want to know but she said she rather hear about me, but I need to bring it up because it’s wrong, I see her openly speaking to Colin, but she is cheating. I just feel we should do it with Lillian “so we will make it for the end of performance?” Halle asked “yeah, I will be there for that. I text him saying I will literally be there for when you get off sorry and he said it’s fine, you’re coming and that is what means the most. I think it’s working out that we are making time, we text, we talk. But I know I can’t expect this every day of my life, but I am loving it. We are becoming close every day, I missed him so much though. Can’t wait to see him” I smiled wide, I love him so much “awww young love again, it’s nice to see. I miss my man too” letting out an oh “I mean the jet can take you back to London? I know you have both not seen each other for months, Lillian said she will see us in Birmingham? I think, I don’t know anything outside of London” I shrugged “oh no, I rather be here for me” now I feel used, if this comes out Colin will blame me, Oakley is right and this is why he told Wyge off, I need to air this out quick “what was the SOS? It is still on my mind you know” I asked “oh I mean I will tell when Lillian comes” nodding my head slowly, I am not happy about this at all.

This is weighing heavy on my mind, like it just hit me that really she is using me as an excuse, and I don’t want that either. I need to really push for this to be out “mommy, daddy here” he pointed at the window “yes baby he is, I am sorry we have come to the end of concert. But you can see him perform next time” I hate that my son is just grown, like where has my baby gone “you look tired baby” I said, he nodded his head and jumped off the seat “you shouldn’t be taking your belt off Aziel! The car is moving” he made his way over to me “I want hug” picking him up and placing him on my lap “awww I want hug, I swear he makes my ovaries hurt until he starts raging” I chuckled “he can be cute when he wants to be” pressing a kiss to the top of his head “mommy my nose” he pointed at his nose “what is in your nose” I asked, “oh it’s running, you got a tissue?” I asked Grace “of course” she looked into the bag to fine tissue “I actually miss London, I think I am going to have them come to me now though, this is all too much for him too. With his dad not in London I didn’t want him to be there just with Grace, thank you” taking the tissue “I do it” he offered, smiling at him as he wants to be the adult “blow hard, so you can get all the boogers out” poking my bottom lip out “ok he is making me want one now, least you got that one out of the way” I shrugged “I would wait in real life, this just happened” he held the tissue up at me “really?” nodding my head “I would have waited a while, I can’t even. I was too young” wrapping my arms around him “but I love him so much, so it doesn’t matter now” pressing kisses to his face.

Aziel running ahead of me and showing every person he walks by his pass they gave us “my dad” he shouted “JJ!” he shouted, “you came!” Juke picked him up “ew no!” he spat at his girlfriend, he has something against her “why so you hate me” she asked “JJ ew!” he pointed “Aziel, be nice now” I said patting his back “no mommy” he is squeezing Juke’ neck tightly “look, my dad” he is showing Juke his pass “where is he?” I asked, “he should be coming now, he just finished but I think they are like taking his mic and stuff from him “Rylee” Wadz smiled “Wadz, nice to see everyone here” it is nice to see they are getting a long though, I turned to Halle as soon as I saw Wyge come out, she put her head down “Rylee” I can see Oakley behind him “daddy! My dad, that my dad. Dad!” Aziel and his dramatics “what time you call this son, you said you would be on stage with me?” Oakley said as he picked him off Juke “awww man, I missed you so much. This big, big hug Aziel!” he really missed his dad “now we are united again son, don’t worry about it” I want my hug, Aziel is being in the way too “Rylee” it’s my turn now “I was remembered?” I said, Oakley chuckled and hugged me, placing my arm behind his back “no dad, no hug” I gasped “no, you not doing this thing with me Aziel. I am so serious” now it’s my turn “girls are ew aren’t they” Oakley said, I pulled a face “don’t you start” side eyeing him “are you taking the bus with me then?” he asked “erm, I could take the jet? Or you inviting me to the bus?” I grinned “I am inviting Aziel, but I know you would like to come along” I scoffed “don’t give me that” he is so annoying “nah, come. Be nice, Halle you want to go with your friend or the boys?” Halle was caught off guard there “my friend of course, what you mean by that” Oakley just laughed “I am going to get changed, be back” he walked off with Aziel “can I watch?” I asked, “you never seen a stick man get changed?” Wyge joked “stick man? Fuck you” Wyge having jokes, look at this brave man.

The walk of shame is not what I thought would happen, walking by the rows of bunk beds and into the seating area, they are all awake too “I knew you couldn’t help yourself” Halle just said, “not even the door could stop the sound” I am stood here awkward “he is asleep” I just said, Wadz sniggered “like we was eventually going to get to a hotel room you know” I sat down slowly “sore are we?” Halle asked “sorry ok, everyone. I apologise” rolling my eyes “Aziel was luckily asleep, he didn’t care that his mother was being dicked down, I swear to god. On the bus!? How rude” I will have to take this “you was pretty loud you know” Rimz said “like loud, like I think I heard my brother too. Had fun?” I cringed “guys, it just happened” putting my head down, I said no sex, and this happened. Halle sat next to me “was it good?” she said smiling at me “it was, like I think it was needed. He busted a nut and went into another universe; I mean I want to go back to that land. He is knocked out asleep and I was like, maybe another but he was done” Halle shook her head “I can’t believe you, like what happened?” I sighed out “we went into the room, and that was it. It was there, I know I was supposed to wait it out, I just. I don’t know” Halle shook her head “you have no self-control at all, it was sexual tension, so I get it” I giggled “you look happy though, so fuck it. and it’s with someone you trust, and you look happy so fuck it, it does not matter” she hugged me “I feel like I should have waited but it was right there with us” I am mad with me but also happy, it was there really “did you not feel like awkward or anything, I mean after everything?” shaking my head “it was just fine” I am most comfortable with him.

I am the happiest guy around, I didn’t think she would have sex with me, but I left that on her, I didn’t want to be that guy and the one to put it on her and make her do something she doesn’t want to do so I left her to it but as soon as we saw each other, then when we got to the bus. As soon as we got into the room, that was it. But it was building, in communication constantly and it just happened, we ended up having sex and then continued the sex at the hotel. I am too happy in life, it’s been so long for me and it’s just like nothing has changed, I am too happy with it all. Rubbing my chest with the biggest smile on my face “my god” I sighed out smiling and looked over at the side of me, she is out of bed and only god knows for how long. Reaching over and looking at my messages, Wyge has text me saying the girls for him in a meeting and I need to come ASAP, that was like half hour ago though. Maybe he’s dead now, I mean it is late and even Ybeez bad text what happened to me, that sex had got me bed ridden. It’s been too long; I am a happy man. I don’t want to be getting into it all so this sucks. Let me get out of bed, I like how Rylee hasn’t come to wake me, I like she kept me out of it, but I got to see what has happened with my boy and also with Rylee knowing everything, I don’t want her to get it in the neck about things. Getting out of bed and making my way to the bathroom, I am all sexed out now, so I feel like I need to sleep all day. Once I get something on I left the room, we got a suite but our room is right in the corner so we hear nothing but as I walk I can gradually hear them talking, voices are a little raised really. Looking at my phone and answering YB call “yo” I answered “I been asking around, you left and didn’t even think I may need a ride” oh he is right “my bad, you get back ok” he huffed out “bro, next time check. But I’m good, you get to the hotel and stuff?” Nodding my head “yeah” smiling at Rylee, the room became ever so silent, it’s just Wyge here and he’s being ganged up on clearly or maybe not. Dapping Wyge “speak later though, I just need to wake up” leaning down and pressing a kiss to Rylee lips before I sat down, disconnecting the call “you slept well” Rylee nudged me “yeah yeah” I chuckled, I am smiling but everyone else is pissed off which is funny to me “how are we all?” I asked, “you been pillow talking a little too much bro” Wyge said “me?” I questioned “you told Rylee everything” I shrugged as I put my phone in my pocket “so you just talking about me to Rylee but can’t talk to me Oakley” Halle asked, “using my place to fuck wasn’t cool from the both of you bozos so don’t talk to me, you ate?” I asked Rylee “no, not yet” smiling at her “let’s eat and leave these to it” I’m hungry and don’t care for their drama.

Women be always going on for nothing, I want to eat “you did this shit, you can’t be talking shit and not expect repercussions you know that right? I asked you not to say shit” I shrugged “you was telling me information about Rylee missing me to shut me up, bro that isn’t funny. Like you know how I felt, I told her because it’s wrong” I like how everyone is mad at me “shut the fuck up next time Oakley, shit wasn’t yours to tell” I was about to speak but Rylee did “you was fucking in his place and don’t be swearing at him either” she said before I could “whatever” Halle said waving her off “I have been there for you through everything and you’re here judging me? All the dumb shit you have done and you judging me, you don’t know shit about Colin, it’s always the Rylee show isn’t it!” She shouted at Rylee “don’t shout at her, you call it the Rylee show but you here taking the free rides aren’t you, relax your tone” talking to Rylee like that “you’re dickhead bro, you could have shut up really” I laughed “you’re in the same boat as her, you both dumb” I said “you’re dumb, forgiving a girl that took your son away from you. Was she there when you topped yourself” now he’s taken it too far “nah, you see now you taking it too far over some pussy, you don’t know her but she giving you pussy you jump, you don’t get to throw that shit in my face and think I’ll allow it over some pussy” he’s pissed me off “don’t talk about me like that, Wyge you letting speak on me like that. Rylee! You letting this lame motherfucker speak to me like that” before I even allow Wyge to come at me “take your girl and take yourself and go, we done” I said to him “get the fuck out, take your shit and go!” I got up “go!” Wyge swallowed hard “over pussy? Over some girl? You think I care about you, don’t touch” I snatched my arm away from Rylee “I told you to leave so go and take her with you, I don’t want this shit. You lucky I ain’t knocked you out because you my brother, but you choosing a woman that you don’t even fucking know. I’m too good for this world, fuck you. Bringing up that!” I spat “all I want to do is eat, fuck this” I walked off.

Passing the menu to the waiter “thank you bro” Rylee and Lillian slowly made their way over to me “can we join?” Rylee asked “you don’t need to ask, you can join” Rylee say next to me, and Lillian sat across from me “you didn’t say if I could come” she kissed my cheek “Halle is crying” I shrugged “yeah, good” Rylee held my hand “I’m sorry” looking at Rylee “for what? No need to be sorry, not like you said it. Just it was wrong to bring it up over some girl, Halle is done. Speaking to you like that over this shit, nah fuck that” I am angry “Halle is pregnant” Lillian said “good for them, nah. I need you to fuck off bro, just fucking leave me” why is Wyge even here “Wyge please leave us, don’t come here when it’s all like this” Rylee said “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to bring that up bro” he apologised “I swear down, I’ll jump you right now. Get the fuck out of my face” I said “I apologise, you literally just being disrespectful. I was there for you with Rylee through it all” he’s making me angry “don’t mention Rylee name in this, it’s about that bitch!” I spat “don’t call her that man, come on” I laughed “you got her pregnant, you’re dumb. Now leave me alone” I clenched my jaw “she did worse and you’re ok with that?” I just flung the glass at him “Oakley, no” Rylee grabbed my top as I stood up “you’re crazy” Lillian stood up “just stop, please” sitting back down “it’s not worth it, just leave it” he’s made me mad with how he bought that up “you know what, I am just fucking sick of mans, like this whole shit, I just need space” I’m done “Rylee” I said to her “I am just that guy really, they guy that has cancer, the guy that committed suicide, the guy that was roaming around with next man’s baby, always some shit. Fuck this shit” I got up from the seat, I am not having of that shit from a guy like him ”Wyge” I said, he turned around to look at me and I just straight sucker punched him, and he fell to the ground straight away, walking off not caring for him because I ain’t no fucking fool and I am certainly not having a motherfucker like him speak to me that way either.

Ybeez just stared at me “you really did that? Where did that form of power come from” I shrugged “too many guy talking, I am sick of the mandem thinking they can talk. He is supposed to be my friend not some bitch over some bitch” YB sighed out “I fear the police may be called you know, fucksake Cench, I wish you wouldn’t” Halle is still here “don’t call me a fucking bitch, I swear I will fucking slap you” she came over screaming at me, Lillian is stopping her “ma’am, please let’s not scream here. Please move back” YB said “you punched Wyge that way was brazy you know” Juke said “I don’t care, bro bought up something that he knows affected me, why would do that” I sniggered, I mean we know that police would be called “I don’t think Wyge would speak to police, we don’t do that over here. It’s the hotel” Wadz said in a whisper, Rylee is pissed with me “he harmed my man” Halle is barking “I really wish she would fuck off, Rylee! Get het gone!” I shouted, she is just hollering “we are here for Oakley” the officer said “big fan but we need to ask some questions, we have footage of the incident too” that footage has done it’s rounds so quick, it’s already on social media “we can walk out together or in handcuffs” I sighed out “whatever” getting up and taking my chains off “dad” passing my chains to YB “I come too” shaking my head “nah, I will be back. You stay here” touching the top of head “alright, let’s go” I rather just get this over with.

#Chrianna #Chrianna FF #Fanfic #Fanfiction #Chrianna Fanfic #Chrianna Fanfiction

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incarnateirony · 2 months

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HERE SHEA, SINCE YOUR LAZY ASS IS INCAPABLE OF READING MORE THAN A PAGE OF TEXT AT A TIME, I'VE SEPARATED YOU BEING IGNORANT ABOUT LOKI, TOO.

(wrt: your post confessing you're the entire problem, clinging to your own cage, and about to get euthanized)

You... you realize not even Loki was The Entire Problem, right? If you separate him? There's an entire thing called the Lokasenna where he spends a wholeass story pointing out everyone blames him for everything when all the gods were as flawed as he was. And uses language that would Hurt Your Precious Feelings. Whether or not it was his fault, it was Make Loki Fix It.

He still brought the cure, even if he's among the more troublesome tricksters, as much as you woobify him. Even his part in the murder of Baldur fell into Odin knowing he would revive apotheosized as a stronger better god, and whispering in his ear despite being "dead." Hence the stick murdering matching sacrifices to Odin for safe travel. Wait this sounds familiar where have I heard this bef-

I point this out because I'm certain she thinks Loki told her to post it, or that it was funny, or that it would flatter Loki, or show what a great servant of his ethics she thinks she is, instead of insult him.

Loki. A christ figure, actually, now that we're on that. The confusion of him with Satan came much later, but the earliest known writings of Loki put him in a position where he by christendom felled the corrupt old pantheon to bring in a new one blahblah. Funny story, that. Oh, and a part of or reflex of Odin that otherwise didn't exist independently until then and only came into Norse mythology near the end, at least as a main figure. Oops. Wait, who did philosophers say Odin was in Greece? Some dude with the same rockin' hat-staff combo, I could have sworn... OOPS. Right. Hence Mercury presiding on WODENSDAY. Motherfuckin MC-OOPS, SHEA.

No seriously you motherfucking retard, it's The Same Picture. You're talking about multiple faces of the same dude as if they're motherfuckin different because he's speaking another language and performing a different social role perceived by a people that were about Actions more than Concepts and thus rendered differently.

BECAUSE YOU AREN'T TALKING TO ANYONE BUT YOUR OWN DISASSOCIATED VOICES.

well, and sometimes somewhat muffled echos of me now that I'm using your disassociation against you.

durhurhurhur today i talk to hermes durhurhur today it's odin durhurhurhur today it's loki [picks nose] oh and pan on some days [eats the boogers] LAST YEAR MY CAT WAS ATHENA BUT NOW SHE'S FREYJA ONCE I TRY TO RUN TO GERMANIC, WONDER WHY THAT IS.

It'd be like me saying, "Today, I insulted Crackbear, but yesterday, I insulted Walmart Lilith, and tomorrow, I'm gonna call Celestia a retard" and pretending they're different people. If I start posting in French and change my blog name, am I a different dude? Yeah sure sis the shapeshifting trickster god of language and travel stops in greece and greek. Except when they wander into America to speak English for you while filling your cat bowl with Anubis or whatever.

Loki is a reflex of Odin as Hermes is a reflex of the archaic root form of Pan. From Pan/Pushan [Vedic] and Peh2son in indoeuropean culture. Hence Akrida [secret royal garden, Vedic] and Arcadia [Of Greece, Pan-Hermes both connected to it.] Hence there also being the Young and Old hermes. And Hermes is Mercury, and Pan-Hermes, or Pan of the Piled Boundaries, is Odin, and-- like sis. It's The Same Guy but because you're a shadow worshipping schizophrenic by choice, you don't know this, because you're talking to yourself, not gods.

No seriously, Loki's name isn't even a fucking name. LOKI IS NOT A NAME, IT IS A TITLE. LOKI IS NOT A NAME IT IS A TITLE!! THAT'S WHY THERE'S LOKI OF THE OUTYARDS TOO. AND NO I PROMISE YOU'RE NOT TALKING TO THAT MOTHERFUCKER EITHER. THE PRIMARY LOKI OF NORDIC TRADITION IS A TITLE FOR A REFLEX OF ODIN, BUT A FEW OTHER PEOPLE HAVE BEEN LOKIS. YOU COULDN'T EVEN DEFINE WHICH FUCKIN ONE YOU TALK TO IF YOU TRIED. JUST. SOME DUDE. LOKIING AROUND. marvel got you motherfuckers ALL fucked up. this bitch half a step from worshipping the X-men and talking about the divine wisdom she channels from professor x. THE POWER OF DEADPOOL COMPELS YOU!

That last one done near assassinated Noiz while we were on VC while watching yugioh, he's been choking on his lungs.

Sorry the AI devices aren't working, Burn My Dread got hot in my hand. Decode Retarded-ass. Alert Mega-Thoth. Whoop a local Karen today!!! There is no horizon I cannot-

EXODO FLAME, motherfucker. Fuckin Mind Crush. Next on Yu-Gi-Oh, the Illusionist's Faceless Mage's Trap!

We gotta know. Have you figured it out yet??

Less Bien.

#Youtube

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mirandalevi · 10 months

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THE RULES

I WAS NINE years old when I died for the first time. I was nine years old when I learned how to relive my past. I was nine years old when I experienced my first glimpse into the future. Nine was a big year for me.

I’ve made a habit of living my life according to a handful of rules I’ve set over the years. So far, as long as I follow them, I stay alive, and my sanity prevails. Unfortunately, I also think this might be where I went wrong.

Rule Number 1: Never give away the future unless someone will die. Even then, maybe make a pros and cons list. It might come across as heartless, but everything is for your safety. Also, if it appears like it can’t possibly backfire, in my experience, it usually does.

Rule Number 2: Never acknowledge the ghosts. Don’t talk to them. They are endlessly annoying. While some of them may need help, most just want company and attention. All I’m saying is I warned you.

Rule Number 3: Never pry into someone’s head. It’s none of my business or yours what someone thinks of their husband’s new dildo fascination, that you like to pick your boogers and wipe them under your boss’s desk when he’s not looking, your incredibly creepy internet stalking habits, these are some of the things I just don’t want to know.

Please don’t beg me to read you. You need to understand, I have enough problems of my own, and I don’t need yours too. I’m not a party trick to show off to your friends. Maybe I helped you one day, against my better judgment. Or you learned something you shouldn’t know because I slipped up and told you. These are not open invitations for you to spill my secrets to the world.

Rule Number 4: Stay in your own body. If God forbid, it gets lost or misplaced; it can be a pain in the ass to track a body back. Not that I’ve ever done it. Okay, I haven’t done it recently, and that’s what counts.

Rule Number 5: Never get caught moving objects with your mind. It could mean certain death! Well, maybe not certain death. It hasn’t killed me yet, but people get scared. There is no way to tell what a fear-fueled human is capable of, this much, I’m sure. Plus, nobody likes a show-off.

My name is Faer. I’ve always thought my parents were laughing at my expense, naming me Faer, especially when all my siblings have relatively normal names. In grade school, children were ruthless. Someone thought it was oh-so-funny to point out I must be the “fairest of them all,” like I hadn’t heard that joke a hundred times in the boy’s locker-rooms. Eventually, it earned me the nickname Snow White. It was shortened to Whites by my buddies over time. As I grew older, I seemed to grow into Faer. Now, I even sort of like it most days.

Mom was pregnant for the first twelve years of my life, or so it seemed. Coming in at number four of eleven meant getting overlooked a lot. Battling for attention was a pointless cause. There wasn’t enough to go around. Besides, I found other ways to entertain myself, particularly after my ninth birthday.

IN THE WINTER of 1970, my family lived in Hood River, Oregon. Lumbering down at the streets below from atop a large hill was our uninviting blue Victorian. December was intensely nasty, and the snow-covered hillsides were a siren’s call to each of us. We didn’t often have enough money for a proper sled, but a garbage bag or a cardboard box always worked in a pinch.

One Friday after breakfast, my older siblings and I decided to journey the two blocks from our house to the local Tire and Rubber Company. The store manager and my father were drinking buddies, and I think he always had a soft spot for us kids. He wouldn’t mind us sledding behind his shop, as long as we didn’t leave our makeshift sleds behind.

There was a steep forty-foot hill behind the building. A wall of ivy lined the path down to the bottom, where a small construction site clustered. The rumor was they were building a new theater. Despite the construction site, we dubbed the area the perfect place for sledding.

All afternoon we slid down that hill. I would use the path my older brother laid in the snow to climb back up. I grabbed onto nearby ivy as a makeshift rope, only to slide back down as soon as I’d made it to the top. We were coming up with as many new and foolish ways to sled down the hill as we could: backward, in a sibling chain, on our bellies, and we even tried to stand up and surf the hill like a giant snow-crested wave.

When hours of fun passed, the sky lit with the vibrant pinks and purples of a cold northwest evening, and echoes of my father’s voice yelling from the house drifted in the air. It was dinnertime. This meant one thing to us Michelson children: get home pronto.

My dad was the kind of man every child feared. The Cherokee passed down through his grandmother showed prominently in his cheekbones, and, on the off chance, he graced you with it, his broad smile. He was gruff and frequently unshaven. His deep voice caused every adolescent to remember there were consequences for unruly children. No one crossed, Dad. He had a number of painful belts that reminded us how to behave, should we forget. In his mind, children were seen but never meant to be heard.

My oldest brother, Patrick Junior, was fourteen, five years my senior. He was always the one left in charge. While his big blue eyes got him out of trouble with teachers, he often took the brunt of punishments from Dad when things went wrong with my siblings.

Being Mr. Responsible, Patrick repeated the call of Dad. “If you dawdle, Dad will be pissed. You gonna pick your switch tonight, Faer? Cus Dad’s going to color your ass bruised.”

“Yea, I know,” I said.

As my three siblings started to head home, I turned back around to the hill. I wanted to go down one more time, and impulse got the best of me.

“Whites, you better get your butt back to the house. I’m not going to save you,” Patrick said. He gave me the bossy older brother look. You know the one.

“Just one more time,” I said.

“Your life, dude. If dad asks, I’m telling him you wouldn’t listen,” Patrick said. He turned and left without a second thought.

I curved back around with a renewed rush of excitement. I took out my plastic bag and sat down at the edge of the hill. I inhaled a deep breath of icy air and pushed myself over one last time—the wind in my face and the smell of crisp snow lingering on a plume of fog, my arms outstretched; it was exhilarating.

It was also short-lived.

When I got to the bottom, I started thinking about what Patrick said. I didn’t want to make dad mad. I’d had a minor lapse in judgment. One more turn down the hill seemed worth it at the time, but I started to rethink my choice. If I hurried, I might still be able to catch up with my brother and sisters.

I latched onto the vines and started up the hill—one foot at a time. I was sure to climb into the pre-existing path Patrick made. I neared the top when I heard a loud snap.

My head was down. I was too busy watching my feet and didn’t lookup. The ivy broke, and I fell backward down the slope, feet overhead. I lost control of my body, unable to grab anything to brace myself or slow down. I reached out, but my fingers slipped through the snow. I kept tumbling down the hill until I lost consciousness.

WHEN I CAME to, I wasn’t outside in the snow anymore, but I was somewhere else–vast, yet empty. Had I been moved? I stood in a large open area I’d never experienced before (because an experience was the only way to describe where I was).

It was too quiet, no noise at all—no rustling of trees, no chirping of birds, not even the sound of my heartbeat. My surroundings were opaque but still too bright. Although the natural temperature was a relief, somewhere in the logical part of my brain, I knew I should be scared. Except, I felt more at home than I ever had in my real home for a reason I couldn’t put words to.

I blinked and found a woman standing over me. Had she been there the whole time, or did she just arrive? As I moved to sit up and assess my surroundings, she stepped back, giving me the space to move. She watched me take in the view with a look of, dare I say, admiration?

I wish I could describe her in accurate detail. I don’t think even if a scale reached one million, I could tell you exactly how I felt when I was near her. The number I was living in hasn’t been discovered.

At every angle, the woman’s hair was a vivid new color. It held the complexity of a rainbow only a thousand times over. It was as if I saw what color was for the first time. Would my heart leave my chest if I touched her? I didn’t know who she was, but if there is a God, he’s got nothing on her.

We talked.

At the time, I took it all in, gobbling up her every word. Now though, I don’t recall everything that transpired. It felt as though we talked for hours or days, although it could have been weeks. When I was with her, time had no meaning. Everything she said captivated me, and I had so many questions. I remember she answered each of my inquiries with exceptional care. There was no hunger. I never got tired or cold. I was only nine, but I’d never felt healthier or filled with more energy. Finally, after what could have been a century, she looked at me directly. Her eyes filled with the intensity of sky, stars, and the vastness of the cosmos above.

“What’s wrong?” I asked.

“It’s time,” she said.

“Time for what?” I asked.

“Time to go home, Faer.”

Concern and nerves made adrenalin pulse in my veins. “I don’t want to go. Why can’t I stay here with you?”

This time she looked at me, love and understanding reflected, “You will remember some of this visit, Faer,” she said. “The important things will come back to you when you need the information. When everything has come to pass, then you can and will come back to me.” Her smile was soft, and my heartfelt at ease, “For now, you have to go home. Your family will become worried about you.”

The word family barely escaped her mouth before she was gone.

WHEN I OPENED my eyes again, it was dark. The sun had set, and I was alone. I seemed to be back, although from where I couldn’t say.

I was lying on the hard ground, covered in more than two inches of snow. I sat up too quickly, and my head started to swim. I was at the bottom of the hill once more, but I was covered in blood this time.

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Harmless Flirting (Shinmura)

Rating: General Audiences Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: M/M, Multi Fandom: Kyou Kara Maou! Relationships: Murata Ken/Shinou, Murata Ken/Shibuya Yuuri, past daikenja/shinou Characters: Shinou (Kyou Kara Maou!), Murata Ken

Summary: Shinou's side of the flirtation scene from chapter 24 of From Today On, I Start Anew. Because this flirting disaster deserved to exist outside of just inside my head.

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If I was physical right now and could cross my arms, I would. I am beginning to wonder if I made the right decision choosing Yuuri as the next Maoh. Yuuri should be more beneficial than expected since he knows about the boxes and their importance, but no, he’s choosing to be stupid and weakened by his heart. This is no time to leave anything unaccounted for. Even if he can come up with a plan, Conrart should be sent to Big Shimaron as a safety measure.

“Tell Yuuri he’s being naive,” I tell Ken.

The brat yells at me. At me! Does he even realize the liberties I’ve given him? I’ve allowed him to bounce back and forth between worlds at his leisure. I brought him and his supposed love of his life together. I’ve even allowed him to lead Ken further away from me. He should be grateful! But instead, he calls out my plan. He doesn’t want the boxes? So, what? This isn’t about him. This is about Shin Makoku.

“Tell him that he will give me the respect I deserve,” I spat.

“He’s not happy,” is Ken’s adaption. I shouldn’t be surprised.

I sigh, irritatedly listening as they talk through a new plan. What they come up with actually isn’t bad. Fallible, but not bad.

“Now just to get Shinou to agree,” Ken says.

“Can’t you just use your dad voice on him?” Yuuri asks.

As if I require a dad voice. I’m not a child that needs minding.

Of course, Ken disagrees, though. He laughs. Laughs! “That usually works, but this is a serious matter.”

Yuuri yells at me for no reason. Hello, neither of you even asked me. Why do you just assume that I still need convincing?

“What the hell, Shinou! This is a good plan! Better than you just sending Conrad off to “win Belar’s trust.” Real good that does anyone. People just end up getting hurt!”

Fine, they want to convince me further, they will convince me further. There’s no reason I can’t get a bit of fun out of this. Especially since Ken’s been ignoring me so much lately.

“Ken, love–” “Don’t call me that!” he yells at me telepathically, cutting me off.

I just smile at the outburst. “You’ve made me feel so lonely lately. I might consider this plan over mine if you reassure me that you care.”

“What exactly are you asking for? A party?”

“Of course not,” I say lowly. “I want you to flirt with me. I’ve missed your sweet nothings.”

Ken blanches in response. Such an unagreeable response. He could at least pretend to still care.

Yuuri gives him a concerned look. “What? What did he say?”

“He said he’ll tell Conrart the plan’s changed. But…only if I flirt with him.”

To both of our surprises, Yuuri goes along with it. "Flirt with him, then."

"Seriously?" he asks sounding annoyed. "He's kind of my ex, you know."

"It's just a bit of harmless flirting, though."

“Yes, Ken love,” I do my best to imitate whispering in his ear, “it’s just a bit of harmless flirting.”

Ignoring me, he grumbles to Yuuri, "Nothing's harmless with Shinou."

Rude!

Ken closes his eyes so that he can better talk to me. “Sometimes you just meet someone, and you instantly realize you wanna spend your whole life without them. You are one of those people.”

I really wish I could give him an unimpressed look. “Did you think I’d miss the word without in that sentence? That’s just an insult.”

He sighs. “If people were boogers, I’d pick you first. That way I can flick you away from me.”

“Come now, Ken, this is supposed to be flirting. Your skills have really gone downhill.”

“Or I just hate you a lot more now.”

“Aw, don’t say that. You know you love me.”

“Do I?”

“Remember when you told me I was the answer to all of your prayers? Or when you said that we were brought together by fate? You said, life without you would be like a broken arrow: pointless. Or when you told me my–”

“Okay! Stop! I’ve heard enough!”

I chuckle. “Sensitive, aren’t you? Give me a real flirt, then, and I’ll stop.”

“What time do you have to be back in heaven?” It is a real flirtation, but the irony of his choice does not escape me. The effect is also ruined by the monotony of his tone.

“Very funny. Give me another. One that isn’t a jibe at me. Otherwise, I can start flirting with you instead. Did you know that you gave new meaning to the definition of edible?”

“Ew! Oh my god! Okay, fine! I’ve had a crush on you since I got here.”

The delivery could use some work, but I’ll take it. Especially since we both know it actually holds genuinity.

“See, that wasn’t so hard, was it?”

“You were about to make my ears bleed.”

“You used to love it. Although, I can make your ears bleed if you want me to.”

“Nope, I’m out!”

With that, Ken cuts off our connection. I can still hear him if I want to obviously, but it’s like he threw a blanket up around him to muffle the sound.

I would be grinning if I could. Was it something I said?

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Harry soon realizes that actions have consequences and he’s got a lot of cleaning up to do…

AU: star-being!harry x astronomy-student!aurora

AURORA'S POV

It had been three days since I last saw Harry; his face bruised into purples and blues like a peach. These last few days I had done nothing but worry about him. Things had been getting a little worse as time went by. It was like riding a rollercoaster where you had that nervous feeling of the climb, and when they held you at the top before you dropped, you could feel your heart pick up with the uneasiness of the unknown. When was the rollercoaster going to drop?

That was where we stood. At the top of a rollercoaster with our hands clutching the bar tightly, while our rapid breaths prayed for an easy fall. You take chances when you're on a rollercoaster. Either the ride goes the way you want it to, or there is a loose screw in the trail that sets everything sideways.

The worst part about being on a rollercoaster is that once you're on it and it starts moving, there's no way for you to get off. Once you're on, you can't get off until the end.

It was anxiety inducing. I feared the unknown, and right now, I didn't know if Harry had even made it home safely. Although, I truly wouldn't blame him if he decided to stay home and run from the shit show. But, I didn't think he would do that, because although he was fragile like said peach, he was also strong minded. He was possibly the smartest–thing? Human? I had ever come across. Whatever he was.

He constantly fed my mind, telling me stories of his homeland, or the Greeks that he grew up with. Things that other people wouldn't lay with their back to the grass and talk about for hours. Harry had stories, and if asked, he would proudly tell it with a grin on his face.

Because that was just who he was

He was Harry.

"...And your dad said 'well I think that Aurora would like to visit the cave sometime,' and I kept telling him that you aren't into crystals like you used to be, but he refuses to listen to anything–"

"That's not true, I was listening, it's just that I didn't believe you." My dad said through the phone. His voice sounded farther in the distance, but that never stopped him from eavesdropping.

I shook myself out of my thoughts, coming back to the realization that I was on FaceTime with my parents. I hadn't talked to them in so long; it had been a month since I had actually had time to video chat with them. Typically it was once a week, but with school just starting again, it was hard to keep up with it.

So, we just texted a lot.

"Oh, yeah." I chuckled, shaking my head at them both. "I mean, mom is right, dad. I'm not into crystals like I used to be. If I were, I would be going to school for geology and not science and astronomy."

"Told you!" Mom laughed out, pointing her finger over towards my dad. Sometimes I hated FaceTiming her because she always held the phone no more than six inches away from her face. I could basically see the boogers up her nose with the angle she kept the phone at, and her breathing always blew through the speakers.

"Alright, whatever. Sorry if I got it wrong, it's not like our little girl just moved thousands of miles away from Alaska to go to a school in fucking Canada." My dad chuckled out.

"Don't remind me." My mom pouted, looking down into the camera as she sighed. "I miss you so much. I really wish you were here right now. How long has it been since we've seen you? I mean, I can't keep living apart from you like this."

"Mom, you're being so dramatic. I literally just came home for your birthday earlier this year. Plus, I'll be coming up for the holidays in a couple months. Thanksgiving is inching closer and closer too, you know?" I was scurrying around the kitchen, the phone propped up against the wall of the counter as I prepared my dinner for the night. This time I hopefully wasn't going to burn it to pieces.

"Speaking of the holidays." My mom purred as she stared timidly into the camera. "Is there anybody you are bringing with you this year?"

"Uhhh." I paused, pursing my lips as I pondered. "No, I think Nina is going to spend it with Ryan's family this year. So, Nina won't be coming this time."

"I'm not talking about Nina!" My mom whined out, shaking the phone in her hand as she sighed. "I'm asking if you've met anybody yet. You know, one day I would like to have grand-babies. I can't wait forever."

"Jesus Christ, mom!" I almost choked, placing my hand onto my throat as I looked down into the phone. I stared at her in confusion with a hint of annoyance. "I haven't met anybody. No, it's just going to be me coming up there. Jesus–"

"You have been in Yellowstone for almost two years now and you're telling me that you haven't met one guy that you like? I find that hard to believe–" She stopped herself, tapping her fingers onto her chin before parting her lips to speak. "A girl? A person? Anybody of that sorts?"

"I'm not dating." I huffed, crossing my arms over my chest. "If I was dating I would tell you, but I'm not. I'm solely making new friends. That's it."

"And the names of such new friends would be...?" Mom pressed into the camera, blinking her eyes at me.

"His name is–"

"So it is a boy!" My dad boomed through the speakers of my phone. Less than a second later, he was taking the phone from my mom. Only the corner of one eye was showing as he stared down at my face on the phone.

"Dad!" I laughed out, placing my hand against my mouth. The way that older people used phones had always cracked me up. It was just the fact he couldn't pull the phone further away from his face so I could see him. I was stuck staring at his singular eyeball.

"You let him know that your dad was a war veteran."

"Honey, you were not a war veteran!"

"He doesn't have to know that!"

"Oh. My. God." I ran a heavy hand over my face, a laugh escaping my throat. "You both are absolutely ridiculous. Seriously? Harry's just a friend. We haven't even done anything either. Plus, I don't–like him like that." My voice faded as I pinched my brows together in thought. I had never said it out loud like that before. It left a sour taste in my mouth when I said it.

Was it a lie? Was that why it felt that hard to say aloud? I wouldn't think I would lie about something so trivial, so I wasn't all that sure.

"You know, I had a friend from high school named Harry, and he ended up getting three girls pregnant." My dad said through the phone. His voice was stern, yet full of concern as he tried to somewhat preach to me.

"So does that mean I'll get grandkids then?" My mom said excitedly through the phone. I heard her clapping her hands with joy, which only pressed me to become a little annoyed with where this conversation was going.

"Okay, we are done with this conver–" A sudden noise came from the back door, making me jump a little when I heard Astro's paws click against the hardwood floors. I gulped, standing still for a moment as I tried to hear it, but it was hard over my parents fighting about who I was seeing and if I was willing to ever give them grandkids.

Which, I was not.

I took a step towards the living room, immediately hearing Astro starting to growl. Her feet were tapping against the floors, meaning she was anxious. I knew that. She never stayed still when she was nervous.

I turned back to grab my phone from the counter, swallowing nervously as I looked down into the camera. "Hey, let me call you guys back." I said softly with a reassuring smile, as to not alert them. I didn't want them to ever think something was wrong. It was hard enough having a daughter in another country than them.

"Okay, baby, love you! Call us later! Tell Nina and her parents I said hey too." My mom called through the phone. She crooked the phone away more so I could see both of them.

"Okay, I will–love you too. Bye." I rushed out, ending the call with a slight tap of my finger.

I kept my phone wrapped tightly in my palm as I patted my leg for Astro to meet beside me. She gave me a side glance, but then quickly looked back at the door. I furrowed my brows deep when she continued to stand firmly in her chosen place. Another bang on the door jolted my body and an uncomfortable feeling in my chest began to settle.

The only person I would have thought to be at my door unexpectedly would have been Nina or Harry, and neither of them were that aggressive with their door knocks. Usually I would have gotten a text or some kind of warning of their arrival anyway.

I peered down at my phone, checking any notifications I may have missed from either of them, but there was nothing. I chewed my lip, feeling the dry skin under my teeth as I gnawed at it nervously.

I figured I should text Harry, just to be sure. He was always a little weird about normal human interactions, maybe he didn't know he was being so aggressive.

I clicked my phone open, my fingers tapping away before sending the text.

"Hey, are you at my door?" I ran my eyes along the text, waiting for a text back that never came.

I shooed Astro further away from the door as I walked closer. The sternness in my demand must have resonated slightly with her because she finally budged. She still lingered close behind, but it made me feel better with her presence somewhere nearby.

Another bang, but louder, sounded. I couldn't tell if I was hearing things, but I could've sworn I heard the wood crack harder behind each hit.

I stood frozen, knowing it was probably in my best interest to not open that door. I had no idea what else to do.

Should I hide?

No, I needed a weapon.

I quickly scanned my eyes to the kitchen that was just to my right. Astro continued to growl as I darted past, quickly opening one of the drawers. I had never protected myself with a kitchen knife before, but there was a first for everything.

Without a chance to think of anything else, all of a sudden, the front door swung open. Bits of wood exploded past me, causing Astro to bark. With one swift motion, I tucked the knife in my waistband and inched into the entrance's walkway.

"Well would you look at who it is. The Aurora, hm?" A deep voice bellowed from the frame, exposing an unfamiliar figure in front of me. I heard snarls come from where Astro stood and she quickly leapt forward, only for this man to raise a finger and cease her movements entirely. She dropped mid-jump onto the floor and it made my heart sink immediately.

"And apparently Aurora's creature." The man said arrogantly with a snicker.

I gasped in horror, moving quickly to her side. Her chest still rose and fell, sending a small wave of relief through my body. I brushed along her fur, looking up at him in disgust.

"Who are you? What did you do to her!" I bit at him.

He didn't respond, only stepped forward with his arms crossed to his chest.

"Fuck you! I'm calling the police!" I exclaimed, averting my attention now towards the cellphone in my hand. Just as I was typing the last digit I needed, it shattered into a million pieces. My head shot up immediately to his, baffled by what just happened. A small stream of yellow smoke drifted from his fingers that had caused Astro's fall.

"I would strongly advise you to stop acting foolish. I can make your creature's heart shatter just like the device in your hand." He stepped closer with each word, an invisible cloud of darkness wrapped around him. It was as if I could feel the energy that he brought into my home, completely consuming me whole.

"What do you want? Who are you?" I quickly rushed out, backing away as he grew closer towards me. I felt the hardness of the counter island hit against my back, no longer allowing me any more distance as he bridged the gap between us. My heart hammered dramatically against my chest as my hand subtly felt against my back as to make sure the knife was still tucked where it originally was. My fingers traced along the material until I found the handle, gripping it tightly.

"Who am I? Who are you?" He bellowed angrily. "Because whoever you are, you have created quite the mess, haven't you?"

My eyebrows twisted in confusion and I tightened my grip on the knife, ready to swing it out at a moment's notice. I couldn't be too quick though, I had to make sure it was the perfect moment. My life depended on it.

"What are you talking about? I haven't done anything!" I yelled out, tears brimming along the bottoms of my eyes. My body was trembling and I couldn't help but keep glancing back at my beloved dog to make sure she was still breathing. Everything this mysterious man said seemed like a threat, but a threat he was absolutely willing to stand by.

His laugh sounded so evil as it reviberated against the walls, hitting me across the face as it echoed back.

"My brother! The light guardian commander!" He bellowed so loudly that the ground beneath me shook. It felt like an earthquake, ready to swallow me down into the Earth's floor with his anger.

"He killed my brother to try and protect you! And now that he's killed who I was in charge of protecting, I'm going to pay back the effort." His lips curled in such an evil twist, causing me to cower at the sight.

His hand fell stiffly to his side, a similar cloud of smoke swirling around his fingertips. He peered up at me through his eyebrows, inching closer and closer to me. It felt like all the air was being forcefully sucked out of my lungs, and I couldn't breathe.

I panicked.

"Stay back!" I yelled out, swinging the knife in front of me. I swayed it back and forth with a slight tremble to it as I nervously stood my ground.

Little flashes of light sparked in his hand's cloud of smoke as another wicked laugh came from the back of his throat.

"Nice try." He said lowly, swinging his free hand in one motion. The knife flew out of my hands as if being directed by his movement and I stood there, completely bare of any form of protection. I was cornered. I was stuck. I was helpless.

I didn't know it was possible, but his expression contorted in an even angrier look as he made quick strides to me. I had never been so close to someone so threatening and it made my knees weak. I could smell him, but it wasn't like any other scent I had ever smelled before. It smelled Earthy, but the fear in my body overshadowed all of my other senses.

I gulped hard as I glared up at him, the counter digging deeper and deeper into my back as I desperately tried to create distance between us. My eyes squeezed shut as I turned my face away from him as he leaned in more. I could feel his breaths against my cheeks as he huffed a breathy laugh.

His hand raised up, the ball of energy growing so bright that it became hard to look at so close to my face. "Any last words, dear Aurora?" He snarled.

I hated the arrogance in his tone. I hated the situation he had me in. And I hated the way he enjoyed how powerless I felt. If I was going to lose, I was going to lose with grace.

I turned my head back towards him, and against all odds, I did have something to say to him.

"Fuck you." I spat back at him, eyes harshly glaring into his.

His dark irises flashed and he looked stunned for the briefest of moments, not expecting me to argue against him. It only lasted enough time to blink before he pulled me up by his free hand, spinning me to the wall on the other side. My back cracked into the drywall, leaving an indention. I couldn't help but cough as small dust particles flew through the room upon impact. He held tightly against my throat, and I felt the oxygen dwindle from my body after each tight breath.

Through blurry vision, I watched his face contort in amusement as he watched me writhe around. Each second felt like hours as he continued to tighten his grip against my throat, and I hit against his hands to free me. No matter the amount of force I was able to put into it, it was nothing compared to the strength this man had.

My hearing started to fade out, as if I was stuck in a tunnel. The blurriness of my vision didn't help to add to this effect as I gasped for air, any air at all. Was this really how I was going to die? At the hands of whoever–or whatever– this guy was?

It was hard to think of anything that made sense. I couldn't say anything else, everything was constricted. It felt like sinking to the bottom of the ocean, clouding everything of me in the process. There was so much pressure welling up inside that I felt like I would combust right then and there. Nothing felt real anymore. I felt like a toy that was being manhandled. In a sense, that was exactly what was happening.

Then, all of a sudden, it stopped. The vastness of black consumed me, but I still heard the clouded noises in the background. I couldn't distinguish what exactly was happening, or what was even happening in the first place. All I knew, or what I gathered I knew, was that I wasn't dead. My body continued to feel weak, but I was beginning to regain feeling in my fingers as I felt along the tiled ground beneath me. Coughs broke out through my throat as the pain radiated from where his hand once laid. I rubbed my hand along my neck, wincing at the touch.

I glanced over to the side as my vision started to steadily go back normal enough to make out figures. Things were happening quickly in front of me near the entryway, but there were two of them. I rubbed at my eyes as I tried to focus more on what was going on.

"You think you can get away with killing my brother!" I heard through my slightly muffled ears. A crash afterwards made me wince as if I felt it against my own body that time. I wasn't sure who was the victim of that blow, but I unfortunately had a good guess who.

Harry.

The same fluffy haired boy that I knew all this time looked like a completely different person as he stood in the distance. He had been knocked down briefly, but shot back up as he flew his body towards the light guardian. Their bodies disappeared behind the wall, and I continued to hear more punches thrown. I desperately hoped that Harry was okay. I had to make sure for myself, though.

Although my legs felt like Jell-O still, I held on to the wall as leverage to get up. I gulped hard as the walls shook against the impact of someone being thrown into it. My hand rubbed against my throat, causing me to wince as I continued to grab on to different objects throughout the room to keep me steady.

The familiar silver object that had just previously flown from my hand caught my eye off to the side. As quickly as my body could manage in the state I was in, I ran to pick it up. I didn't have as much faith in it as I originally had, but it had to be better than nothing. I knew I wasn't going to be much help using my bare hands.

Bam. Crash.

My head shot up instantly, causing my heart to flutter with anxiety. It sounded like something broke. I wasn't worried about the material destruction of what was going on, though. I was only worried about who received the crash of the object that had now scattered the floor. I never pegged Harry for the type to be able to fight, so I would have been lying if I said I wasn't slightly worried.

My chest tightened as I neared closer, gripping the kitchenware so tight in my palm that it almost hurt. I had never killed anything, let alone a person, but I was willing to do whatever I needed to protect myself, Harry, and Astro all at once.

The living room was nearing, which was where the source of the noise was coming from. I heard various shouts bellow out, mixing in with each other. It was hard to distinguish what was being said anymore. The ringing in my ears had greatly subsided, but it hadn't gone completely normal yet. The rush of adrenaline couldn't have been helping either.

A body flew across the room, stopping me in my tracks. It happened so fast that I didn't even have a chance to look at who it was. It was a dark figure in dark clothes, which was what the intruder was wearing, but I wasn't sure what Harry had on.

But, the noises stopped. It was so silent, as if the world itself had stilled in its tracks. I was in the hallway, not allowing me anywhere to go to hide without making some type of noise. I gulped hard, bringing both of my hands in front of me to grip the knife.

I leaned my body against the opposite side of the wall, my armored hand leading the way as I slowly walked. I carefully continued, making sure not to step on any debris that was sprinkled along the floors from the fighting.

"You think you can get me that easily, Harry?" The man sputtered. I stopped edging forward as I attempted to squeeze myself closer into the wall. If I could have let the wall swallow me whole to hide, I would have.

"Killing me or anyone else isn't going to bring him back, Ulysses!" Harry shouted.

I twisted my head in the direction I heard Harry's voice. My heart fell to the ground the second I realized that he was the one that had been thrown. Anger bubbled up inside of me upon realization, like no anger that I had ever experienced before.

I felt like I had to do something, but I had no idea what. He sounded like he needed my help, but how?

Just as I was about to take another step forward to get a better look, I heard someone else's movements begin again.

Maybe if the guardian—Ulysses—would walk in just the right spot where I could get him...

For all he knew, I was still passed out in the kitchen. Maybe he even thought I was dead.

It surprised me when it was Harry who I saw walking past. He had a slight limp to his walk, and he was almost unrecognizable from the blood that had dropped down from his forehead. A black eye had even begun to form. It hurt my heart to see him in that condition.

It only made my anger fester, too. I just hoped the other guy was at least in worse shape.

"You kill me and there's going to be another war. My father will kill all of your men without a second thought. Is that what you want?" Harry yelled with irritation. He continued to inch closer in the other direction. I remained clueless where Ulysses was positioned as he was hidden from my view. I knew he had to be closer to where his voice was coming from.

"If that's what I have to do, then I'll kill you and your precious Aurora a million times over. You must learn not to meddle with things that do not pertain to you!" Ulysses shouted with vigor.

I couldn't help but feel guilty. This seemed to mostly stem from my doing, even though I had no control over it. I still was confused on why I was the subject for all of this. What did I have to do with any of it? What war were they talking about? And who was his dad to make that happen?

There were so many questions—way more than I initially had. So much did I prefer a day or two ago when I was blissfully unaware of everything.

Running.

I heard running, but not from Harry—to Harry. With a loud, bellowing yell, a flash of light began to form in Harry's direction. Almost instinctively, Harry formed a barrier of brightness in front of his body. All within a second, the shield became a ball of energy, shooting out with the intense, forward movement of his hands.

Multiple loud clashes sounded out, busting the entirety of the lightbulbs. They shattered simultaneously, causing fragments of glass to sprinkle down like rain. Harry disappeared from my view, sauntering in the other direction. I caught the briefest of glimpses of him reaching behind his back, but I didn't have to wander what it was for long, because I then heard a series of shots firing.

I dropped my knife from the trembles of my hand no longer able to maintain its earlier grip. Without another thought, I rushed through the hallway and into the living room. My eyes darted to the side as I gaped in horror at the destruction. Everything was unrecognizable.

My eyes were wide as I watched Harry stand over the body. His breathing was harsh, he was switching between heaving through his nose and his mouth. His hand ran over his bloodied mouth slowly as he looked down at the liquid on his shaky hands. I swallowed thickly, using one of my legs to kick myself towards the wall until I hit it with a loud thud. I watched as little specks of yellow dust started to rise from the body. My stomach started to turn as the body slowly dusted away like he wasn't just a solid form before this.

He was dead. I was sure of it.

Harry's dark eyes went from the body to me. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw me with my knees pressed against my chest tightly, and he did a double take. I suppose he had forgotten that I was even on the sidelines of this all.

"Aurora..." My name left his lips before they pressed together tightly, swiftly rushing towards me before dropping to his knees beside me. I felt his hand place onto my shoulder as he slowly pulled me towards him, but he suddenly stopped. He softly looked me over, his expression full of worry as he gazed at my damaged skin.

"Are you okay?" He rushed out, his voice hoarse. "I'm so sorry, Aurora. I'm so so sorry, are you okay?" Harry said as he hands hovered over my body carefully, his eyes scanning all around my skin to find any bruises or cuts.

I nodded, not saying a word. I was in shock. My head was in a dazed state, and my neck was throbbing from being choked to near death. I had almost died, so excuse me if I felt like I didn't know what to say.

Who would?

Harry parted his lips to say something, but quickly pressed them tightly together as he let out a huff.

"Yeah?" He croaked out, taking my hand into his as he scanned over me once more.

I sat there still with my legs pressed tightly to my chest. I watched the blood trickle down the side of his face. That Ulysses guy really got Harry really good. It even looked like it needed stitches.

"I'm so sorry." He repeated again.

Suddenly his arms wrapped tightly around my arms to hug me. I flinched, my eyes pinched shut for a moment, but when I had opened them I saw him pull from me at my hesitation. I blinked hard, batting away the tears that threatened to spill. I let my legs go flat to the ground as I let out a soft cry, shaking my head while I reached out to him.

He let out a gasp when I flung myself into his arms, but he immediately pulled me into his lap. My legs wrapped on either side of his legs as I squeezed around his neck. The heavy feeling in my chest had overflowed to the point where I couldn't hold back the sobs that had been spilling inside of me. Harry held me tightly to him, his nose buried deep into my neck as he took in my scent, and I took in his. Instead, I was inhaling my own tears. His neck was soaked with them as I cried into him. He rubbed my back with his fingertips slowly, humming to me as he rocked me back and forth.

"I–I'm so sorry, Aurora." He sniffled as he held onto me tightly. "I'm so sorry. I will never let them hurt you ever again. I'm here now." He reassured me, but even he was emotional. I heard him letting out small uneasy breaths and even a small choked cry.

We were both in a state of emotional distress.

I held onto him for some time, my sobs slowly dying down until there were no tears left to cry. When he noticed I had calmed down, I felt his hands slither under my thighs and grope them tightly before he steadied himself to his feet and stood up with a loud grunt. His fingers pressed into my arms and legs tightly as he walked us over to the couch and slowly sat us down.

"Wait what about all the noise? Won't the neighbors have heard? Do you think cops are on their way?" I rasped out nervously. I scanned my eyes over to the open doorframe where the door once stood. There was no way no one heard any of this going on.

Harry just smiled shyly. "No, I protected the walls as a sound barrier. Here—" He stopped for a moment as he stood taller, his fingers placed together in front of him. "I'll make them forget." And just like that, his fingers snapped.

I looked around the room, expecting to feel something shift in the atmosphere. But, there was nothing.

"I can make you forget if that would ease your worries, too, Aurora." His eyes gazed softly at where I sat, still on the floor.

I shook my head. "No, it's okay. I don't want to forget."

He smiled tenderly at me, relaxing his hands back to his sides.

The truth was, I did wish I could forget at the same time. Life would have probably been much easier that way. But, if this was going to be my new reality, then I needed to get used to it. I was sure this wouldn't be the first time something like this would happen. Hopefully it would have just as good as an outcome again though—maybe minus all the destruction done to my apartment.

There was a long silence. We hadn't talked in some time, and I now laid on the opposite of the couch while he sat nervously on the other side. His foot was tapping away on the floor while he picked at his nails. I felt bad for him, more than I had even felt bad for myself. We both almost died, yet here I was worrying about him more than I was myself.

I was glad he was okay, though.

My eyes scanned over to Astro that laid still on the ground. My heart started to clench as I let out a soft sniffle. I pushed myself up with my elbow as I looked over at Harry with bloodshot eyes.

"When is Astro going to wake up?" I croaked out. I was drained. Not only that, but I really didn't feel safe sleeping here if Astro wasn't going to be awake.

"What–oh." He immediately looked towards me, then glanced towards Astro. "Those spells only last some hours. She should be awake by tomorrow." He said softly, but confidently.

"Oh." I strained out. I pulled my knees to my chest once again as I stared down at Astro's sleeping body, and it hurt so badly that they did that to her. I knew she was just a dog, but she was my dog—like a kid to me. She was my child. What kind of monster could do that to her?

"He–he said you killed someone–his brother." I whispered out shakily, looking at him out of the corner of my eye before fixing my gaze back on Astro. "W-what happened?"

Harry flinched at the thought. He looked down into his lap as he continued to pick at his nails. He stayed silent for a few moments, before averting his eyes towards me.

"At the planetarium." He began, recalling the murder. "They are light guardians. What you saw, who that was... It was a light guardian. I–I had went to the planetarium and one was there. He tried to kill me, I–" He stopped himself, shaking his head carefully before letting out a shallow breath. "That was his brother, I suppose, but I didn't know. I didn't know he had a brother. All I knew was that it was either me or him–and I refused to die."

I felt uncomfortable with this whole situation, but what was I supposed to do? I didn't want to say Harry was a murderer because he wasn't. It was self-defense, right? Obviously Harry wouldn't be the first one to start a fight. I had to understand, though. I wanted to.

"So, it was self-defense?" I questioned without looking over at him.

"It was." He said shortly.

"What do they want with me?" I asked, blinking the tears away from my bottom lids. "He called me the Aurora. What is so special about me? What do I have to do with your life force? I don't understand anything, I–"

"Oh, Aurora." He frowned as he pulled himself closer to me. I looked at him out of the corner of my eye, brushing a hand over my arm before turning my body towards him. "I've made a grave miscalculation. I–my father, he didn't really tell me much about the mission. I thought–I thought you had something to do with our life force, but no. I was terribly wrong."

"What?" I half scowled, peering closely at him. "Then what the fuck just happened? Why did they come after me?"

"Please don't be mad at me, Aurora." He breathed out, placing a hand onto his heart as he frowned. "It's the aurora lights. It's not you. Our life force is the aurora lights. Although, now that they know that you're important to me–I mean, that...you're my friend, they will never leave you alone. Now I must protect you, alongside the aurora lights."

I blushed at the comment, but ultimately I had rolled my eyes at him for the cheesy comment.

"Why are you not healing? Shouldn't you be healing?" I replied, swiftly changing the subject. I placed a hand onto his cut, the blood transferring onto my fingertips before I looked down at it with a frown. He should be healing. He was supernatural in a way, right? Why wasn't he able to heal himself?

"I fear that they have already started the attack on the lights." He said softly, slightly flinching at the touch. "Because of that, I can not heal like I used to. If I don't stop the light guardians soon, I will be too weak to fight. If I am too weak, then my people will die and so will you. Everyone–"

"What?" I hissed harshly. "What are you talking about? I thought they were just after your people?"

"I seem to be discovering more about this mission than I thought I would be." He said soft with a shake of his head. "We are but a small part of their plan. You see, not only are we protectors of the moon, but also the Earth. Without the moon, tides would fall, nights would be darker, and the lengths of days could alter within the blink of an eye. The light guardians hate that the Earth relies on us." He fiddled with his hands nervously, chewing on his lip as he got lost into his own thoughts.

"My mother—" He continued lightly. "When I was home, she told me about the light guardians and how for centuries they've had this vision for a perfect world. Where instead of people worshipping the moon, they worshipped the sun. Many people worship one or the other, not often both."

I blinked hard, trying to wrap my mind around all the information. It was a lot to take in all at once.

"But because of the war, we signed a treaty stating we were equals. That no longer we shall fight, instead we would work together. Father says they never expected it to last long, they were always the ones to start the wars. We want peace—as that is what we symbolize, but Helios didn't want peace. He wanted power. That is what he is after."

"So...?" I tilted my head. "What does that have to do with us?"

"It has everything to do with human kind. Helios watches over the Earth, watching the wars your kind create. The hurt. The betrayal. The lies—he has no faith in human kind, but I do—we do. We believe that there will be peace on Earth one day." Harry frowned, furrowing his brows. "He wants to destroy the world, to start over. Create a perfect world where people are so enamored by the sun that it creates peace on a new world."

"I didn't realize how deep this war between the sun and the moon runs..." I pinched my brows together, trying to wrap my head around everything. "My brain hurts."

"How do you think I feel?" He chuckled lightly. "Humanity is hanging on by a thread, and it's all on me now. This–this is my first mission. I had never been on a mission until now, and my father–" He inhaled sharply, fists clenched by his side as a pained look washed over his face. "My father has failed me. He sent me down here with barely any information and now he expects me to just–save the world?"

"You're not as hopeless as you think you are, Harry." I reassured him with a frown embedded in my cheeks. "Surely your father would understand if you told him, right? Like, with everything going on–I just don't think that a singular..." I paused to give him a once over in slight confusion. "...being, could do this on their own."

"I've told him." He mumbled, shaking his head to himself. "Trust me, I've told him. He gave me no answers. He acted as though I was the one that was wanting out of the mission–like I'm not capable–" He stopped himself mid sentence, waving his head in front of his face before leaning into the sunken couch. "Nevermind that. I don't want to talk about it."

"Harry..." I frowned. I really hadn't known how badly his father had ruined his self-esteem. Part of me was mad that his father could do such a thing. I was starting to realize that Harry did have self-esteem problems in some ways. I just wished he would talk to me about them instead of hiding them away. Eventually it was going to eat away at him.

Just like the night he cried.

"Aurora, really–"

"Harry, you can talk to me about anything. I don't want you to keep all of your problems bundled up. They will eventually make you feel like shit and then you'll get upset again." I said bluntly, scooting myself closer to him as I placed a hand onto his. "Promise me if you have anything eating at you, you would tell me?"

Harry's hand slightly flinched under my touch, but then eased. It was like he was nervous with the way I touched him. To be honest, I enjoyed giving him gentle touches. There was something about being able to reach out and feel him that made me feel more at ease.

"Okay." He said under his breath as his fingers slowly twirled around mine. The pads of his fingertips carefully felt up my skin, his lips parted as he did so before stopping the action all together. "I should go." He said softly, retracting his hand from mine.

"Oh..." I breathed out as he stood from the couch. The sudden feeling of dread washed over me as he started to collect his things. I didn't want him to go. I wanted him to stay. Regardless, I think, of the person–I just didn't want to be alone. I was scared, especially with Astro still being in the dazed, sleeping state she was in.

"Harry, wait!" I squeaked as I stood up quickly. He stopped right at the front door, his hands feeling over the chipped wood from where the break in happened. Harry looked back at me with tired eyes, his lips parted to say something.

But the words that left my mouth were a lot quicker.

"Stay here–I–" I gulped, pushing my hair out of my face as I felt my face start to heat up. "With me...Stay, please, I–I have a bed. You can, like, sleep in there with me..."

"A bed?" His cheeks began to heat up just as mine did. It confirmed to me that we were both a little nervous over the offering. "You want me to–sleep in a bed with you?"

"I can put a pillow between us." I rushed out, taking a step towards him. "I don't want to be here alone–not with Astro being asleep. I just–" I choked out, batting away the tears that had suddenly appeared. "I'm really scared."

"Aurora." He frowned as he made long strides towards me, a worried look washed over his face. "Please, do not worry. They will never hurt you again, I promise you this. I–I'll stay..." He whispered out, nodding his head slowly towards me. "Okay? I'll stay."

"Okay." I sniffled, wiping the few fallen tears that had escaped.

I turned on my heel, looking down at the mess that the fight had caused. I mentally told myself I would clean it up tomorrow, but I couldn't stand to be awake anymore. I was emotionally, physically, and mentally exhausted for the night. I had hoped that I could sleep it off, but I was afraid that the events may have made me more scared than before.

I shook off the feeling and led Harry into my room. I had never let anybody in my room. This was my safe space. Even having one night stands, they were always at someone else's house or on my couch. Never in my room. I felt a little scared having someone else in my room, but I trusted Harry. I wanted him to trust me too. I was putting an awful lot of faith into him by bringing him in here.

I flipped the light switch on, fairy lights immediately lighting up the room instead of the overhead light. I wasn't ever a fan of overhead lights. They were a headache. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Harry take a step back at the sudden soft light that engulfed my room. I chuckled out, taking a step in before shuffling through my drawers to find Harry something to sleep in for the night.

Harry stood behind me, his arms crossed over his chest as he ran his eyes all along the room. Slowly. He was really taking in everything. I suppose I had decorated my room a lot more than I had decorated anything else in the entire house. My walls had paintings hanging on them. Some varied different artists, but all of them were consistent with nature. There was a light green tapestry on the wall that had a constellation map on it, and Harry stared contently at it as I continued to find pajamas for him.

"Your room..." He breathed out as he turned to my bedside table that had a cluster of amethyst sitting atop, along with a small journal for my thoughts and a bedside lamp. "It's beautiful."

"Thanks." I smiled to myself as I finally pulled out some pajamas for him. Closing the drawer with my hip, I walked over to him and outstretched my hand that held the clothes. "Here. You can sleep in these tonight."

"What's this?" He questioned, taking the soft fabric into his hands as looked down at them as if he had never seen sweatpants in this life.

"You sleep in these." I said with a chuckle. "Do you not?"

"I sleep..." He breathed out, looking back to the doorway as a rose color spread on his cheeks. "I did not realize you must sleep with clothes on."

"It's not a rule." I told him. "But since you are sleeping here, you have to. I don't want you naked in my bed!" I joked, nudging his arm with my elbow.

"Aurora!" He said in shock, a half chuckle leaving his lips as he stared down at me with furrowed brows. Almost in confusion. "I would–I would never do that–I...You–I–" He stuttered out through a smile as he clutched the clothes into his hand.

"Go get changed." I nudged him, rolling my eyes. It was a little fun to play with him like this. I felt bad because I knew he meant well, but watching him get flustered like that was mildly entertaining given the ordeal we had both been through.

He nodded, rolling his eyes back at me before he left the room and closed the door behind him. I took the opportunity to get changed into my own set while he was in the bathroom too. I usually just slept in shorts and a shirt, it was more comfortable that way.

After I had gotten dressed, I slid under the fluffy white blanket with ease. I could already feel my body start to relax as I sunk into the bed. It made the stress of the night slowly wisp away, but not as fast as I wanted it to. I was just glad that Harry had showed up when I had texted him. It was like he knew something was wrong.

Harry slowly stepped into the room again, his hair in a messy mop from the night. The sweatpants fit him perfectly. They hugged his tiny waist and the shirt I had given him was a bit baggy, but he looked comfortable.

"I've never worn these before." He breathed out, feeling the fabric of the pants once more. "They are so comfortable, Aurora. Thank you." He said softly.

"Great, glad to hear." I mumbled tiredly with a smile. "Come on, let's go to bed."

He stood there, staring over the bed slowly before fixating his eyes back on me. His fingers started to pick at his nails. It looked as though he was assessing how to even crawl into the covers with me.

"Just get in!" I chuckled.

"Right." He breathed out.

Harry started at the end of the bed, then crawled his way next to me, but left a great distance between the both of us. It was queen sized, which was enough for the two of us so I wasn't so much worried about space, but I still wanted him to be comfortable. He crossed his arms, pulling his knees to his chest as he faced towards the wall. He sat there, silently, his hands running along the sweatpants. I didn't realize he would have been this nervous to be in the same bed as me. Either that or he was still messed up about the fight earlier.

"I'm gonna turn the lights off so we can sleep." I told him. He just glanced out of the corner of his eye towards me and nodded his head once. "Harry, you can lay down, you know?" I frowned.

"Y-Yes, I know that." He breathed out, slowly shifting his body towards me before he eventually eased down under the blankets. "Goodnight, Aurora." He whispered out as he laid on his back, slowly fluttering his eyes closed.

I clicked the lights off, then eased down into the bed. It felt weird having someone in my bed with me, but I was glad that it was Harry and not some random frat guy from college. He made me feel safe. Even if I did have conflicting feelings about him killing those...beings from earlier.

"Goodnight, Harry." I whispered out.

Harry's breath was soft from beside me. I felt his legs rustle from underneath the covers, and his hands slowly fiddled with the blanket before falling to his sides. There was a swelling in my chest, my heart thumping along with it. Just having him lay next to me, alone, had my head spinning. I felt silly for being so nervous, but after tonight I thought that it was just me being riled up in general.

"Harry?" I breathed out softly. I was silent, as if if anybody heard us, we would get in trouble for staying up so late.

"Y-Yes?" He croaked, then gulping the saliva down.

I rolled my head to look towards him, and his facial features were blurred, but still the moonlight had shone on half of his face from the window. He rolled his head towards me, looking me over as he parted his lips. The green in his eyes were so bright, even in the darkness. His prominent features were still so vivid to see.

He really was beautiful.

I inhaled shakily as I let my hand drop to my side, grazing his hand carefully. He stilled, pulling the bottom of his lip into his mouth as my fingertips grazed his fingers carefully. I could hear my heart thumping in my chest, loudly. So loud that I thought even he could have heard it. My pinky twitched, my eyes starting to flutter closed. With each bat of my eye, I saw him gazing at me until my eyes finally sealed together. I wrapped my pinky around his loosely. He had no movement at first, but then after a few moments his pinky locked with mine at the same tension.

"Thank you." I mumbled tiredly.

NEXT UPDATE: 05/03/22

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Dare | Johnny Suh (+18)

↬ Pairing: Johnny x F. Reader

↬ Story Genre: smut, fluff

↬ Warnings: mature language, explicit sex scene

↬ Word count: 5.6K

↬ Summary: You and your friend Johnny have this ongoing string of wild dares. There’s just one thing: you’re never allowed to say no.

“Good morning class, today we’re going to start learning all about the matrix!” Your Algebra professor happily announced, completely unaware of the horror that swept over his students.

“Wait, is he talking about the movies?” Your friend Taeyong leaned in as soon as Professor Weaver turned his back to write on the board. The rest of the class groaned, having heard tales of horror from their seniors about the subject.

“No, you dufus! Remember last year when Taeil was having a mental breakdown?”

“Oh,” realization dawned over his beautiful face, his big eyes widening even more.

You had had a crush on Taeyong from the first moment you had seen him (just like everybody in your year), but that soon went away as you got to know him and found that you connected better as friends.

“Yup. Matrices…” You sighed in terror while you rested your chin on the palm of your hand. “Maybe Taeil has some notes he can give us-” At that moment, the phone in the back pocket of your jeans buzzed, breaking you out of your conversation. You fished the device from your pocket and looked at the shiny notification bar - it was a message from your roommate, Johnny Suh.

You looked to your left where said roommate was, sat just a few tables from you, and felt a feeling of dread creep up on you at the sight of his stupid grin. You didn’t have to read the message, you already knew what he wanted.

“Is it Johnny?” Taeyong asked as his eyes followed yours straight to the roommate you both had in common.

“Yes…” you mumbled through gritted teeth, quickly placing your finger on your phone’s Touch ID to unlock it and read the message.

Heeere’s Johnny 🔪 (10:35 AM): dare u to scream “fuck” as loud as you can

“Motherfucker…” you muttered with your eyes closed.

“What did he dare you to do this time?” You turned your phone to him as you noticed him trying to take a peek at it. “Oh no…”

It all started this one night at a frat house party. Back then, you were still crushing over Taeyong and, in a game of truth or dare, Johnny dared you to pick your nose and eat your own booger. Of course, any sane person would have said ‘no’ but, the tequila shots you had downed half an hour earlier made you anything but that. After that, not only did you not look at Taeyong for 2 weeks straight, but also dared Johnny to pick his crush’s nose. You thought he would never agree to it, but as soon as you saw the deed being performed right in the middle of the cafeteria, you knew you had just entered a game with no end.

“Y/N, you can’t do this! You’ll be in trouble!” Taeyong tried to reason with you, already knowing his words would fall on deaf ears.

“More trouble than I was in when I had to write a love poem to Professor Stevens on one of the questions of the Calculus exam?” You flinched as you remembered the talk down you got when Professor Stevens thought you were trying to have sex with him to get a better grade.

“Yeah...that was bad. But still-”

The buzzing of your phone interrupted Taeyong. You looked down at it and read Johnny’s second message out loud to your friend.

Heeere’s Johnny 🔪 (10:38 AM): are u scared? 🐔

You looked back at the sender of the message and felt annoyance grow as you saw him flap his arms around like a chicken and laugh straight in your face.

5 seconds. That was how long it took for you to completely lose your cool, flip Johnny off and yell from the back of the class: “Fuck!”

You were expecting a couple of things to happen, but nothing could prepare you for the general reaction you got: laughter. Everyone was laughing, from your classmates to your professor. Everyone except Johnny, that is.

“Don’t worry Miss Y/L/N,” Mr Weaver said from the front of the class, breaking your stare down with Johnny. “Matrices aren’t as scary as they seem,” Mr Weaver fondly smiled at you before turning back to the board to write something down, leaving you completely perplexed.

You looked back at Johnny who had his face in a frown and stuck your tongue out to him - it felt good to see his evil plans backfire.

“That was lucky,” Taeyong commented with a little chuckle.

“Tell me about it, feels like the Universe has finally compensated me for all the stupid shit Johnny has made me do.”

“You’ve made Johnny do some pretty stupid shit too.”

“Shhh,” you turned to your friend with your finger in front of your lips, making the universal gesture for silence. “Let’s not talk about that,” you patted him in the back and picked up your pen to start taking notes.

“I’m back!” You announced as put your keys on the glass bowl right by the entrance of your shared apartment.

“Taeyong, they were all out of your favourite yoghurt.” You heard noise coming from the kitchen so you moved your way there, but as you went inside you crossed paths with Johnny who was just leaving the kitchen. He was on the phone, and by the expression on his face, you figured that something bad must have happened.

“What happened?” You asked Taeyong who was leaning on the balcony eating the last of his yoghurt.

“I don’t know, it’s his mother.”

“Oh no, are his parents fighting again?”

Taeyong nodded as he licked his spoon and threw the yoghurt cup in the trash.

It was then that you both jumped up at the noise of the door slamming shut - Johnny had stormed out of the house.

Both you and Taeyong had called him loads of times but Johnny never answered, worry consuming you and your best friend. Eventually, you both decided to split up and go looking for him - Taeyong on his scooter and you on your bicycle.

After half an hour of looking for Johnny in the most obvious places, you started to get desperate. You were starting to run low on ideas of where he could be, but as you passed by a bus stop and saw an ad for a sunscreen with a girl on the beach you suddenly remembered something: Johnny once had told you that when he was feeling down he liked to go to the beach and listen to the waves because it really calmed him down.

“Why didn’t I think of that earlier?” You questioned yourself (earning a few weird looks from the people at the bus stop) before you changed directions and started to peddle your way to the beach.

The beach was mostly deserted (being that it was December and it was cold), but a brown-haired guy could be seen sitting alone in the sand.

You parked your bike in the empty bicycle spot, locked it and walked straight to the lonely boy. As you got closer to him and confirmed his identity you couldn’t help but sigh in relief - he sure as hell didn’t look good mentally, but at least he was physically okay. You fished your phone from the pocket of your jacket and sent a quick text to Taeyong before sitting right down beside one of your best friends.

“It’s a little cold for a swim, don’t you think?”

He smiled at you, but his smile didn’t reach his eyes.

“My parents are getting a divorce,” he deadpanned before looking back at the sea, your instant reaction being to hug him.

“I’m so sorry Johnny.”

“I begged them to just talk it over. I begged them to try but...they won’t.”

“Johnny…” you started in a warning tone. You wanted to tell him that his parents have the right to be happy, but you completely understood where he was coming from - nobody wants their parents to split up. You just wish you could take away this bad feeling from him.

“I know, I know…” he answered, picking up what you were about to tell him. “It’s just...hard.”

You studied his face for a while and noticed his eyes were puffy from crying and your heart completely broke. You and Johnny liked to tease each other a lot, but the truth was that you really cared about each other, more than you’d probably like to admit.

You placed your hand on his back and started rubbing soothing circles. He probably could barely feel them over his bulky black leather jacket, but you couldn’t help but do it. “We’re here for you. Me and Taeyong. You know that, don’t you?”

Johnny turned to look at you and for a brief moment, his eyes held an emotion you had never seen on him. Something you were sure you had misunderstood. Something that, weirdly, made your heart pound.

“I know.”

Johnny kissed the top of your head and wrapped his long arm around you, snuggling you closer to him and his body heat. You placed your head on his shoulder and just sat there, hearing a mix of his breathing and the waves.

Suddenly your heart started pounding again - something about this felt way too intimate. Replaying the last few minutes in your head made you realize that all of this, somehow, felt like more than a friendship, and that, scared the crap out of you.

Your own body acted on its own, and when you came to it, you were already backing away from him and saying something to deflect the situation.

“You know there’s a frat party tonight don’t you?”

“Y/N... I’m not in the mood.”

“Johnny Suh, you are going to that damn party, and you are going to have a good time!” You knew he was stubborn and that you probably had no chance of convincing him but then, something crossed your mind; something that would dead sure make him go. “...I dare you!”

He chuckled. “That’s a low blow, using the dares against me.”

“Isn’t that the purpose of a dare though?” You smiled mischievously, making him smile in return.

“Touché.”

“Woo-hoo! Look at you!” Taeyong whistled as soon as you left your room, all dolled up and ready to go party. “Who are you trying to bang?”

You sneakily took a peek at Johnny who was sitting on the couch and felt a shiver run up your spine as you saw his eyes completely locked on your form. “Mmm, no one,” you lied in a playful tone.

The truth was you hadn’t been able to stop thinking about that little moment with Johnny on the beach and, as you looked through all your clothes when deciding on what to wear, you couldn’t help but pick your most revealing dress with his reaction in mind.

“Yeah, I don’t believe you,” Taeyong said.

“Well tough luck! Now come on guys, the cab is waiting downstairs.”

When you were grabbing your bag to make your way out the door you felt a tall presence right behind you. He placed his big hand on the small of your back and whispered to your hair: “damn Y/N, didn’t know you cleaned up like that.”

You smiled to yourself and then turned to look at him. “Well, obviously you haven’t been paying attention.” You winked at him and turned back around, leaving to follow Taeyong to the cab while being fully aware of Johnny’s eyes on your back.

When both you and Johnny arrived downstairs, Taeyong had already sat in the front, making you both sit in the back.

The ride was a short one - only 10 to 15 minutes - but, nonetheless, it was full of tension. Taeyong was on his phone the whole time, and the driver kept quiet so, if it wasn’t for the radio the silence would be a deafening one.

Both you and Johnny didn’t take out your phones, as it would be usual. He just leaned his head on the window and watched the city lights pass by, probably still thinking about his parents. You felt bad. You didn’t want him to feel this way. You wanted him to be his usual funny self and dare you to do stupid shit, but seeing him like this just broke your heart.

You couldn’t help but stare at his side profile - he was handsome. Of course, you knew he was handsome, you were not blind, but this was the first time his handsomeness was affecting you. You couldn’t help but stare: stare at the way his styled hair brushed upon his eyes, stare at his straight nose and stare at his perky lips.

Suddenly, an undeniable urge to lean in and kiss him emerged within you. An urge so immense that you caught yourself actually moving towards him, only to be stopped by him turning to look back at you with a charged expression.

You shared a look for a few seconds. A look that made your insides tingle and your legs press harder against each other. What was happening to you?

Johnny’s hand was reaching over to yours, which was pressed on the seat between the both of you, and you could feel your heart start to beat faster. Suddenly, it felt like time had slowed down and all your focus was on that one hand. That hand that looked strong and delicate at the same time. That hand that looked like it had the power to not only be rough but also gentle. That hand that could grope you, touch you and fuck you so good until you cried for more. That hand that was so close that made you gasp in anticipation.

“We’re here,” the cab driver announced, breaking you from whatever spell Johnny had you on.

“Thanks. Keep the change.” Taeyong paid the driver and left the cab, immediately moving to open up your door.

“Milady,” he bowed, acting as your personal chauffeur.

“Why thank you,” you awkwardly bowed back, still feeling shaken up by the events of the car.

“Okay, let’s move!” Your group started walking towards the house as soon as Johnny joined both of you from the other side of the cab, Taeyong still completely unaware of what had just happened. “I promised Yuta we’d play beer pong with him.”

“But Taeyong, you know I suck at beer pong!” You protested.

“I do. And that’s why you’re not on my team.”

“What?! That means I’m stuck with her!” Johnny whined from right next to you, making you turn and hit him in his chest, his hard pecks not going unnoticed by you.

“Hey!”

“Shut up Suh, you know as well as I do that you could use a drink,” Taeyong said before he spotted his friend near the entrance. “Yuta ma’ man! What’s up?”

“TY! I was beginning to wonder if you’ve gotten lost!”

“Sorry, Miss Y/N here took 3 hours to get ready,” he pointed back at you, making you hit him in his shoulder.

“Shut up Taeyong!”

“Come on man, did you get a good look at her? I’d wait an eternity if it meant I could look at an angel like her,” he winked at you before getting a sip out of his red plastic cup.

It was public knowledge that you and Yuta had fucked a couple of times. He was pretty hot, and the things he could make you feel with that tongue piercing of his were out of this fucking world. But tonight, you weren’t feeling him all that much - the tiny voice in your head telling you that that’s because you wanted to be railed by Johnny instead.

“Do you really think those cheesy lines are going to work?” Johnny asked out of nowhere with a hint of annoyance to his voice.

Johnny and Yuta were friends and him, more than anyone, knew that Yuta was a nice guy. Sure, he really liked to flirt, but he was also very respectful. So, his reaction made you wonder if he perhaps was feeling jealous. Secretly, you hoped he was.

“It already did man,” Yuta winked at you once again, catching you a little off-guard.

“Now, TY told me we’re not going to be on the same team for the beer pong. I’m usually a perfect gentleman, but I’m sorry angel, I can’t let you win.” Yuta came one step closer and picked up your hand and you swore you felt Johnny tense up beside you. “Maybe afterwards you could save me a dance?” He kissed the back of your hand and gave you a look that left little to no imagination of his true intentions - he wanted sex.

“Dream on, Nakamoto,” Johnny interrupted, coming right between you two and breaking your contact. “Stop stalling and let’s go.”

Johnny grabbed your arm and pulled you inside and away from Yuta and his advances. The look of bewilderment on your other roommate’s face didn’t go by unnoticed by you, but you forcibly chose to act like you hadn’t seen it. You didn’t know what it was, but you were liking this jealous side of Johnny and you were certainly curious for more.

“Alright, game on,” you heard Yuta comment before the loud music from inside overwhelmed you and your ears.

The game went on for a while. You lost, just as Taeyong had predicted. You didn’t mind, really. You just wanted to have a good time and the alcohol from the game was helping you do just that: you were currently in the middle of the dance floor dancing by yourself without a care in the world. You had lost your friends when you went to the bathroom and decided to go to the dancefloor when WAP started playing.

You were enjoying yourself. You were at that fine line where you were feeling the effects of the alcohol but you could still make your own decisions and you loved it.

Suddenly, as you were shaking your ass, you felt a pair of hands on your hips and a crotch on your ass. You wished it was Johnny, but as you opened your eyes and saw him sitting on a couch not far from you, you felt your fantasy crumbling. You turned around to see who you had just ground on and weren’t surprised when your eyes landed on Yuta.

“Hello angel, I’ve been looking for you.”

“Really?” You tried to put a little distance between you, but Yuta just pulled you right back in, your bodies now in full contact with each other.

“The way you look tonight...you’re driving me fucking crazy. I can’t stop thinking about you,” he confessed in your ear, his thumb rubbing soothing circles on the small of your back. “All I wanted to do, was ditch Taeyong and the game and do that thing with my tongue that you like so much.”

Usually, that would be enough to make you lose your shit and pull him to the closest available bedroom, but tonight your mind was elsewhere. “Yuta...I’m sorry but tonight I’m not feeling it.”

His face fell in disappointment and he looked like a lost puppy, which partially made you feel bad for rejecting him, but you had to be honest.

“You sure?” He asked you.

“Yes.”

“Alright, I’m sorry then...”

He was about to let you go; you could feel his grip loosening when someone yanked him back and away from you, leaving you confused.

“Leave her alone Nakamoto,” Johnny’s voice sounded right from beside you, making your heart jump.

“What the-? What is wrong with you Johnny? Why are you acting so- Oh…” Yuta looked back at you and you could literally see him putting all the puzzle pieces together in his mind. “I get it now.”

“Get what?” Johnny asked.

“Nothing,” you intercepted Yuta before he could say anything. “Yuta, don’t you have to go meet up with that girl?”

You made some weird faces at Yuta so he could understand what you were doing and, thankfully, he did.

“Oh yeah, I almost forgot. Have fun!” He winked at you and turned to leave, making you sigh in relief that that whole situation was over.

“That was weird,” your roommate commented. “Was he bothering you? I know he sometimes can be a little...persistent.”

You felt a warmth spread throughout your chest. You knew Yuta could never harm you, but the fact that Johnny was so worried about you made you swoon. Then a thought popped in your head that made the warm fuzzy feeling turn sour: was he worried because he liked you or just as a friend?

“No, it’s okay. He did nothing wrong. Thank you…”

“You’re welcome…”

The mood got awkward for a minute, with none of you saying a word until Johnny broke your shared silence. “I’m gonna go.”

“What?”

“Yeah...I’m sorry, I’m just not really feeling it.”

He looked mentally down and you felt bad for him. Johnny was always the one cracking up a joke - wherever there was laughter, he was always present. He loved to dance and to have a good time, and it broke you to see him like this.

“Hey, come on, dance with me.”

“I’m sorry Y/N, I’m really not feeling it…”

“Come oooon…” You didn’t know how you could convince him, but then an idea popped in your head. “I dare you.”

He chuckled and you couldn’t help but smile at the thought of at least making him laugh. “Playing dirty again Y/N?”

“Well, you aren’t giving me much of a choice now are you Johnny?”

“I don’t know…”

Before he could continue you started imitating a chicken, just like he had done to you in the Algebra class and you couldn’t help but smile at his laughter once again.

“Alright, alright!”

“Yes!” You chanted in victory, promptly grabbing his hands and making him dance with you.

The dance started out friendly, with a few spins here and there, but it wasn’t long before tension started rising up and his hands were on your hips, just where Yuta’s had been. In your head, you couldn’t help but compare the feeling of the 2. Yuta had nice hands, that had certainly made you feel good before, but Johnny’s somehow felt better. His hands felt like he cared for you on a much deeper level. Like they could hold you and never let go. Like they could protect you from anything and completely destroy you at the same time.

As your inner voice went on an entire monologue about the wonder of Johnny’s hands, you found yourself looking him dead in the eyes. The way he was looking at you was making you think wild things, and with the buzz from the alcohol, you couldn’t help but want to act on those thoughts.

Without an ounce of self-control, you let your head move forward and your mouth whisper in his ear: “I dare you to grab my ass.”

Without a second of hesitation, his hands were on your ass and you were exhaling on his ear. The way his big hands were fully grabbing you and massaging you was turning you on so much that you could feel yourself get wet. You wanted nothing more than to have him lift up your dress and finger you in the middle of everyone.

Johnny moved his head near your neck and you thought for a second he was about to kiss you there, but you were surprised when he spoke in your ear. “I dare you to grind that sexy ass of yours on my cock.”

“Fuck.”

Just as he had done with your dare, you promptly complied, turning around and rubbing yourself on his semi. You both were walking on some dangerous paths, but you didn’t think any one of you could go back now.

As you moved your ass to the music and felt him grow harder and harder you couldn’t help but think about what it would be like to fuck him. You wanted him to end you. You wanted him to fill you up so good that he’d ruin any other man for you. You wanted his hands all over your body. You wanted him to grab your tits and play with your nipples. Fuck.

You reached your head back and whispered your next dare to him: “I dare you to play with my boobs.”

“Gladly.”

And then those big hands that were previously on your ass were now caressing your breasts and you felt like you were completely done.

“Mmmh…” you moaned, not sure if he could hear you over the loud music.

The way he was pinching your nipples over your dress made you feel glad you decided on not wearing a bra tonight. He was making you feel so good just with his fingers on your nipples and his clothed cock on your ass that your mind once again thought about what it would feel like to have the real deal.

“I dare you to kiss me.”

The dare had caught you off guard. You had been so in a trance by the grinding that your mind went straight to the fucking and skipped the kissing, but now that he had requested it you couldn’t stop thinking about it. So, consumed by desire, you turned around and glued your lips to his.

You wrapped your right leg around his hip (his hand once again coming to the rescue and grabbing your thigh) and felt his cock rubbing you straight on your clit. The feeling was so pleasurable that you felt like you couldn’t take it anymore, you had to have him now. So you pulled back from the kiss and plead for the last dare: “I dare you to fuck me.”

Johnny didn’t waste any more seconds, he grabbed you by your hand and lead you up the stairs to the first spare bedroom he could find. He then pushed you to the bed, making you fall right on the mattress.

“When I saw you with Yuta I went fucking crazy.”

The way he was towering over you and looking down on you as he confessed his feelings to you was slowly driving you mad. You never imagined you would be where you were right now, but now that you were you could confidently say that you wanted nothing more than this.

“I turned him down because of you,” you also confessed, now suddenly feeling shy and not being able to look him in the eye.

He chuckled.

Suddenly the mattress dipped between your legs as he joined you on the bed, right on top of you.

“How the fuck did we end up here Y/N?” His fingers gently placed a misplaced lock of your hair behind your ear, catching your breath at his tenderness.

“I don’t know...but I think I don’t want to go back.”

“Good. ‘Cause me neither.”

His lips were back on yours and although the kiss felt different this time, it quickly evolved to something more. His hands ran down your body and went between your legs, his fingers rubbing you over your drenched panties.

“You’re so wet baby. Is this all from grinding against my cock?” His fingers slid under your underwear and easily entered you, making you moan.

“Fuck, yes. I can’t stop thinking about your cock, it’s driving me crazy. I want to fuck you so badly.”

“I want that too.” Something dark took over his eyes. Something that, in combination with his low and breathy voice was making your desire for him grow to even bigger levels.

“Lately I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you.” His free hand pulled down the upper part of your dress, exposing your breaths to his hungry mouth, as his other hand picked up its pace. “I lay awake at night just thinking about you: your smell, your hair, your smile, your eyes, your lips, your body…”

“Johnny…” you moaned his name as you felt that sweet pleasure building up from within you.

“Fuck, that sounded better than I imagined. Do that again, baby.”

Johnny’s other hand joined the one between your legs and began its assault on your little bundle of nerves, intensifying the amount of pleasure you were feeling. “Fuck Johnny, I can’t take it much longer…”

“Cum for me baby,” he instructed as he tried to alleviate himself by rubbing his cock against your leg.

“Ohshit-” you incoherently mumbled at the arrival of your orgasm, your walls spasming around his long fingers.

“You’re so beautiful,” Johnny mumbled against the skin of your belly as he pressed soothing kisses on it.

You smiled and took in a few more breaths so you could talk.

“Since when are you this romantic Suh?” You asked as you finger-combed his now messy hair.

“Since always. I just only show it to special girls.”

You looked away, suddenly feeling the blood rushing to your cheeks. Damn Johnny Suh and his smooth ass talking.

He chuckled before moving closer to your face and kissing you across your jaw. “Since when are you this shy Y/L/N?”

“Since-” You opened your mouth to answer him but came up short, ending up getting frustrated instead. “Shut up and take your clothes off!”

Your roommate laughed at your annoyance and immediately complied, removing his shirt and working on his pants. You couldn’t help but stare at his buff body: his bulging biceps, his washboard abs and his juicy pecks. You were so lost in desire that you didn’t even notice that Johnny was eyeing you up.

“Enjoying the view?” He teased, the stupid grin on his face driving you mad.

“Shut up,” you said once more, not enjoying the power he had over you.

“Take off your dress baby, I wanna see you too,” he requested as his hand caressed your naked thigh, sending shivers up your spine.

You obliged, quickly removing all your clothes and exposing your naked body to his hungry eyes.

Johnny didn’t say anything, but you could tell by the way his cock twitched that he was affected. So affected, in fact, that within seconds he was on top of you devouring your lips.

Both your hands wandered on each other’s body as he dry humped you between your legs.

“Do you have a condom?” You asked between ragged breaths.

“Fuck, no. But wait a minute,” Johnny reached for the bedside table and opened the first drawer, finding exactly what he was looking for. “Jackpot.”

“Did you know that was there?”

“No, but I figured. After all, this is a frat house,” he explained as he opened up the package and rolled down the latex condom on his cock.

“Are you ready, baby?”

“Fuck, yes. Just put it in.”

Johnny didn’t wait a second longer. He grabbed his cock, ran it up and down your slit a couple of times and slowly entered you, the feeling of fullness being completely indescribable.

“Oh Johnny, you feel so good.”

“Fuck, tell me when I can move.” Johnny was nuzzled up in your neck, leaving tiny love bites as you adjusted to his cock.

“You can go.”

He started moving slowly at first, a string of moans spilling out from both your mouths, but, soon after, his hips started thrusting faster and harder and you found yourself clawing at his back.

“Shit,” he hissed before glueing his lips back on yours.

For a moment you both lay there on your own little pleasure bubble, just fucking and swirling your tongues together, with moans and cusses being spilt left and right as you enjoyed each others’ bodies. For a moment, nothing else mattered - just you and Johnny.

“Baby, you’re taking me so well. You are so perfect,” he confessed as he kissed you all over, his words almost making your heart jump out of your chest.

“Johnny, baby, I’m so close.”

“Me too, fuck.”

Johnny was drilling into you so hard that the sound of skin slapping on skin was drowning out the music coming from outside. You were almost there, and as you felt that sweet feeling building up in your core you took a chance to really look at Johnny: the way he bit his lip, the way his brows frowned in pleasure, his dishevelled locks and the way his veins popped on his arms as he held himself up so as not to crush you. He was so fucking hot you couldn’t believe you hadn’t noticed it sooner.

“Johnny, I’m gonna cum.”

“Cum for me, beautiful. I’m right there.”

That was all you needed. Just like that, you were crashing and burning around the man you had considered as ‘just a friend’ for years, your walls milking him dry and making him spill everything inside the borrowed condom.

You didn’t move for several minutes. Johnny fell right to your side and just lay there right beside you, your chests rising and falling in tandem.

What do you say in these situations? What were you supposed to say right after one of your best friends, and roommate, fucked the shit out of you? You had no idea, but thankfully, he took the lead.

“I dare you to fuck me again.”

The dare caught you completely off-guard, just like yours had caught him and you couldn’t help but laugh. For a good minute, that’s all you both did: laugh.

“Alright,” you reached for the drawer and grabbed another condom from the owner of the room. “But this time, I’m on top.”

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woniepop · 3 years

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→ ❝*🎥❊*TRUTH OR DRINK❞ | crushes

nishimura riki and y/n !!

[ truth or drink masterlist ]

Genre: fluff, angst

Pairing: Nishimura Riki x GN!Reader

Warnings: none

word count: 0.7k

*i just wanted to make it clear that, yes, this is a drinking game, but they will not be drinking LOL i’m making them answer all the questions and i just liked the idea*

*i do not condone underage drinking*

key - [ ] will be questions asked by the staff

- blue will be questions from the card

tagging: @en-txt-abode @youreverydayzebra @hooniecore @mikimiki23

niki: hi! i’m niki

y/n: and i’m y/n

niki: and this is my crush :)

[ how do you guys know each other ]

niki: we started talking a few months ago when they were dropping off lunch for one of my dance teammates

y/n: yeah i was dropping food off for my brother and then he like sat there really quietly and after i left my brother told me you asked for my number

niki: i was too shy

y/n: why? i think i look very nice 🤨

niki: it’s not that, i just thought you were really pretty hehe

niki: okay, i guess i’ll go first.

y/n: go ahead

niki: were you surprised when i asked you out

y/n: ummm no

you both laugh, remembering how niki was so obvious with his feelings

y/n: i was kinda surprised though, like i didn’t expect it to be like this

niki: that’s fair

y/n: yeah i expected you to take me to the movies

niki: why

y/n: i don’t know you just seem like the type to take me so you wouldn’t have to talk

niki: 😐

y/n: :D

y/n: oh, this is a good one. on a scale of 1-10 how big is your crush on me

niki: i’d say like,, 8? 8.5?

y/n: woah

niki: yeah haha. what about you?

y/n: for me it’d be like a 5? 6?

niki: wow okay

y/n: i think there’s still room for growth for us, you know

niki: yeah i get it

niki: alright, when did you start liking me

y/n: uhhh maybe like three?? ish months ago

niki: that’s like two months after we started talking

y/n: okay but like i needed to be sure, yknow. crushes are big decisions to make

niki: oh… oops

y/n: why?

niki: nothing :)

y/n: no tell me

niki: i started liking you like a week after i met you

y/n: of course you did 😚

niki: shut up

y/n: why do you like me?

niki: oh that’s a hard one

y/n: WHAT

niki: WAIT NO NOT LIKE THAT. for me at the beginning it was because I thought you were really pretty, but as I got to know you I got to find out that you were really caring and funny and yeah

y/n: awwwww

niki: yeah whatever let’s move on

y/n: aw are you embarrassed

niki: no…

y/n: well I like you because I admire your passion for dance and I enjoy spending time with you :)

Niki: thanks i guess 🙄🙄

niki: what is a deal breaker for a relationship

y/n: ummm probably if they are selfish or they just don’t make me feel valued

niki: well, I hope I don’t make you feel that way

y/n: of course you don’t, i wouldn’t be here if you did. What about you?

niki: i think it’s the same for me. I just don’t really like being with people who can’t really think outside of themselves

y/n: what’s your best pickup line? Pick me up right now

niki: oh, i got this. If you were a booger, I’d pick you first

y/n: wow

niki: yeah

y/n: i’m blown away, that was amazing

niki: thank you thank you, i’m a pick up line master

y/n: you’ve used it on other people?

niki: well,, no,, but-

y/n: how can you be a master without experience

niki: this gave me experience

y/n: … touche

y/n: last question

niki: yep.

Niki fumbles with the card, seemingly nervous to ask this last question

niki: would you like to go on a second date with me?

y/n: yes, i’d love to

niki: wait, really?

y/n: yeah of course

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dontcare77ghj · 3 years

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All-New Halloween Spooktacular

Wanda x reader x Vision

"Halloween's a magical holiday," Billy told someone unseen as he walked into the kitchen dressed in a cape. "All about family, friends, and the thrill of getting to be someone else for the day."

"Wrong! Halloween's all about candy!" Tommy informed his brother.

"You're both wrong." Luna piped up from where she sat, eating toast. "It's about scaring people."

"That too." Tommy agreed. "But mostly about candy." He added.

"Where's your costume, Tommy?" Billy questioned, pouring himself a bowl of cereal.

"This is my costume. I'm the cool twin." Tommy told him in a matter-of-fact voice.

"Lame." Luna shook her head.

"What does that make me?" Billy asked, tilting his head to the side.

"A dorkasurus rex," Tommy said, smirking as he remembered the time Billy caused himself to fall playing Dance Dance Revolution.

"Not a real dinosaur." Billy rolled his eyes. "What's your costume, Luna?" He asked, glancing over his sister's grey jacket and pink dress.

"I'm a spy," Luna said, pulling on a pair of sunglasses. "Duh." She added, picking up her plate as the three kids moved into the living room.

Quickly the three ten-year-olds noticed their usual seats on the couch were occupied by their uncle, who was fast asleep and snoring loudly.

"Man, he even snores cool." Tommy quietly exclaimed, Pietro on the couch. "I'm gonna wake him up."

"Don't!" Billy snapped, grabbing Tommy's arm.

"You scared?"

"Why would he be scared, Tommy? He's our uncle." Luna asked, tilting her head.

"'Cause it's four o'clock in the afternoon, and Billy's secretly afraid he's a vampire." Tommy teased.

"No, I'm not!" Billy denied.

"Yes, you are!" Tommy smirked.

"Both of you, be quiet!" Luna hissed.

What none of the kids had noticed was that while they were arguing, Pietro had woken up. Pietro watched the three for a second before he flashed in front of his nephews and niece.

"Blood is thicker than water! I show you!" Pietro roared, causing the kids to scream.

Pietro began to chase the still screaming children around the living room before a loud voice interrupted them.

"Oh! Somebody better be bleeding, broken, or on fire." Wanda said as she rushed down the stairs, all dressed for Halloween.

"Whoa, Mama. Are you old Red Riding Hood?" Billy wondered, causing Wanda to frown.

"I'm a Sokovian fortune teller." His mother told him.

"Wow, that is so,"

"Rad!" Tommy exclaimed.

"Lame," Pietro said, causing Tommy to frown.

"Lame." Tommy agreed.

"Well, think it's cool, Mama," Luna said, smiling at the woman.

"Why, thank you, favorite child," Wanda said with a teasing grin to her other children.

"That costume is worse than the ones mom made us the year we got typhus." Pietro grimaced, staring his sister up and down.

"That's not exactly how I remember it." Wanda frowned, recalling a faint memory of herself, her brother, and an old woman with a fish.

"You probably suppressed a lot of the trauma." Pietro guessed.

"Mom has been weird since uncle Pietro got here," Billy announced, once more talking to someone unseen. "I think it's because she hasn't seen him in a long time, and he's what you call 'a man child.'"

"Want to talk about trauma? Someone drank my coffee this morning." Y/N said as she descended the stairs. "I'm looking at you, Pietro."

"What are you dressed as, Mom?" Tommy asked, looking at his mother.

"I'm Artemis," Y/N told him, pulling a fake bow off her caped back. "She's the Greek Goddess of the Hunt."

"Whoa! Sweet costume, bro-ham-in-law!" Pietro cackled as Vision appeared behind Y/N. "Let me guess, traffic light!" He said, causing Vision to sigh. "Half shucked corn! A booger!"

"Yes." Vision sighed, rolling his eyes.

"Yes!" Pietro exclaimed with a grin before making his way over to the couch.

"Well, thank you two for humoring me," Wanda said, giving her partners an apologetic smile.

"I love Halloween. No-one had to ask me to dress up twice." Y/N shrugged, throwing her bow back onto her back.

"At least you got to choose your costume. I simply had no other clothes in my closet." Vision said before grinning at his wives. "You are incorrigible, darling. I know you have a secret thing for Mexican wrestlers." He told Wanda.

"Mi gusta mucho."

"Ellos son bastante buenos."

"Chili con carne." Vision said, causing his wives to laugh. "What do you say, kiddos? Who's ready for that first hit of high fructose corn syrup?" Vision asked, turning to the kids who were playing a video game with Pietro.

"Yes! Headlock!"

"Get out of here! Get out of here!"

"You never really told us anything about your brother," Y/N said, watching the three with a smile. "He's not what I expected."

"Yes. I had no idea that he'd be so,"

"Go!"

"Great with kids." Vision summarised, throwing his thumb up.

"Yeah, he's just full of surprises." Wanda shook her head.

"Well, I hope the two of you have fun tonight, darlings." Vision said, moving towards the door.

"What? What do you mean? You're all dressed and ready to go." Wanda asked, staring at Vision with wide eyes.

"I'm undercover," Vision told her. "Halloween is a bacchanal for adolescent trouble-makers, and the neighborhood watch is the only thing that stands between the trees and toilet paper." He explained.

"Ah yes, the age-old enemy. Children with toilet paper." Y/N teased her husband with a smirk.

"No. That's not what you're supposed to,"

"What?" Vision cut her off, causing Wanda to cross her arms and sigh.

"Well, you didn't tell me you had plans."

"Vis told me last night, Wand," Y/N announced, causing Wanda to narrow her eyes.

"And you're okay with this?"

"Mama, Mom, and Dad have been, well, not fighting, just different," Billy announced to the unseen person.

"Okay with it? Vis is going out with the neighborhood watch. What's there to be okay about?" Y/N wondered.

"It's the kid's first Halloween. We all have to be there with them." Wanda demanded.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa. What's the big dealio?" Pietro whispered as he came to stand with the three. "The big guy has conflict. The kids need a father figure for the night. Don't sweat it, guys. I got the old XY chromosome. Uncle P to the rescue! Huh?" He suggested.

"There you go. Problem solved." Vision agreed, lightly punching Pietro in the shoulder. "You have a spooky time tonight, kids."

"Goodnight, Dad!"

"Bye, Dad!"

"Love you, Dad!"

"Sweethearts, be good." He said (mostly to Wanda) as he kissed both women's cheeks. "I smell crime."

"Oh, hang on, I need to put the pumpkin out," Y/N said before Vision left the house.

She grabbed the jack-o-lantern from beside the door and followed Vision outside, shutting the door behind her.

"You understand your part of the plan?" Vision whispered.

"I'll keep Wanda distracted and keep my eyes open," Y/N whispered to her husband. "Be careful?" She asked.

"Always, darling," Vision promised, quickly pulling Y/N into an embrace before taking his leave.

"Where do you keep your water balloons?" Y/N heard as she re-entered the house.

"What? We don't have water balloons." Wanda said as Y/N locked the front door.

"Not anymore. Wanda won't let me keep them in the house." Y/N teased, coming to stand beside her wife.

"Then where are we gonna put all this shaving cream?" Pietro asked, holding up two cans. Cans Y/N had no idea as to where they'd come from. "It was Luna's idea!" Pietro defended himself.

"I'm Tommy," Tommy said, holding a shopping bag in his hands.

"And don't you forget it!"

"You two don't even have costumes," Wanda said, looking between her brother and son.

Pietro let out a scoff as he held a hand out towards Tommy. When the boy took it, Pietro sped the two out of the house, and when they reappeared, they were in matching costumes.

"Okay, but just remember that this is a respectable family." Wanda sighed. "If I see any funny business, I am going to magic you into a pickled herring." She said, causing Pietro to cringe.

"C'mon Billy, Luna, let's get your pillowcases," Y/N said, causing the kids to jump to their feet. "It's T-minus ten to our Halloween spooktacular!" She grinned.

Back at SWORD headquarters, agents were in a flurry after Wanda's appearance.

"I wanna see a full work-up inside the hour," Hayward demanded of the agents examining the missile that was still glowing with Wanda's power.

"Yes, sir."

"Hayward. Hayward! You cut us off at the knees sending in that missile." Monica snapped, rushing after the director.

"Now we know who we're dealing with." He shrugged.

"There he is! The man who almost got murdered by his own team." Clint clapped, causing Hayward to snap around.

"Why are you still here?" He demanded.

"Because that's my family in there," Clint told the man.

"And he's with us," Darcy said, standing beside Clint with Monica on her other side.

"I see, so if he's the struggling father, which of you is the sassy best friend?"

"There is no time for you to diminish your colleagues when you're about to start a war you can't win." Jimmy admonished, standing on Clint's other side.

"Maximoff was never going to negotiate with us." Hayward waved him off. "We take her out, and this whole nightmare ends."

"We don't know that," Monica told him.

"And we're never going to now." Clint scoffed.

"We have no idea what will happen in there or out here if Wanda dies." Monica reasoned.

"So what? We just surrender to that?" Hayward exclaimed, glaring at the red energy field behind him. "Not happening."

"We can't outgun her, and clearly antagonizing her is only making things worse. If Wanda is the problem, then she has to be our solution!"

"Captain Rambeau, Agent Barton, the two of you have become an impediment to this mission," Hayward told the two, causing Monica to sigh heavily.

"Technically, I was never assigned to anything." Clint shrugged.

"Constantly advocating on behalf of super-power-based individuals. Yes, I know your history with Carol Danvers. You know, you people who left still have the luxury of optimism. You have no idea what it was like what it took to keep the lights." Hayward shook his head.

"Monica might not have been around, but I was," Clint spoke up. "I remember what it took, and I can never forget. Wanda dusted. Y/N dusted. The two came back to a world where nothing was the same, and Vision was dead. Vision who had to die by Wanda's own hand."

"That's not an excuse for what Maximoff's doing. And the snap wasn't an excuse for what you did during those five years either." The director said, causing Clint to flinch.

"Don't use the last five years to be a coward, Tyler." Monica snapped, causing Hayward to direct his attention back to her.

"Maybe it's a good thing you weren't here when your mother died. Because clearly, you don't have the stomach for this job." Hayward said, causing the air to knock right out of Monica's lungs. "Get her off my base. Get them all out." He demanded the agents, who immediately surrounded the four.

"Yes, sir. All right, come on. Let's go." One of the agents said, pulling Monica out of the room, the other three not far behind.

"Hayward is way overstepping his provisional authority," Jimmy complained.

"He was looking for a reason to sideline us," Clint commented from his side.

"He's up to something." Monica agreed as they came to a stop at a van.

"Let's go, everybody in." An agent demanded.

With a second's hesitation, Jimmy punched the agent holding him. Monica and Clint quickly followed Jimmy's lead and attacked the guards holding them. Slamming the men into the truck and the ground, the three made quick work of the agents while Darcy watched in shock.

"Why didn't anyone tell me the plan?" Darcy demanded once all the agents were dispatched.

"You okay?" Jimmy asked Clint and Monica.

"Always am," Clint grunted, rolling his shoulder.

"Yeah, let's move." Monica sighed. Quickly the four found themselves SWORD ponchos and dragged the agents into a storage shed, far out of the way.

"This is it. Game time." Tommy told the same unseen person Billy had spoken to.

"It's not a competition, Tommy." Billy sighed.

"Everything can be a competition, Billy," Luna said with a grin.

"Luna's right. It's even better when you're the winner." Tommy said before running off.

"Tommy!" Billy groaned before running after his older brother, with Luna in tow.

"Unleash hell, demon spawn!" Pietro cheered.

"Someone's got to follow after them," Y/N said, pressing a kiss to her wife's cheek. "God knows how many bones they'd break without someone watching." She added, following after the kids.

When Wanda and Pietro were alone, Wanda gave her brother a smile before taking a step towards him.

"Do you remember when we were at the orphanage after Mom and Dad died? What was the name of the kid who was always trying to steal your boots?" Wanda asked him. "You know, he was the one with the. He had the, he had the skin thing."

"You're testing me," Pietro said, pointing at his younger sister.

"No, I'm not." She immediately denied it.

"Hey, it's cool. I know I look different." Pietro said, gesturing to his hair.

"Why do you look different?" Wanda wondered.

"You tell me." Pietro shrugged. "I mean, if I found Shangri-La, I wouldn't wanna be reminded of the past either." He said, causing Wanda to freeze.

"Next house, Mama!" Tommy said as he and his siblings rushed over to the Maximoff siblings with Y/N right behind.

"Junior entrepreneur, over here!" Pietro grinned. "How about you let Uncle P help you maximize your candy acquisition, huh?"

"That'd be so cool!" Luna grinned.

"Yeah! Kick-ass!" Tommy agreed.

"I feel the need," Pietro stated, holding his hand out to Tommy.

"For speed!" Tommy cheered, taking Pietro and Billy's hand. Billy grabbed onto Luna's hand, and with that, the four were off.

Speeding around the neighborhood for candy.

"Kick-ass," Wanda murmured as Y/N chuckled.

"I certainly didn't teach them that word," Y/N said as they began to walk down the street.

"Sweetheart, you swear more than anyone else I've ever met," Wanda told the woman.

"Lies and blasphemy!" Y/N gasped, causing Wanda to giggle.

"Oh! Hey, Herb!" Wanda said upon spotted their neighbor dressed as Frankenstein.

"Hey, guys!" Herb smiled as the two approached.

"How's patrol going?" Wanda asked politely.

"Any trees meet the dreaded toilet paper yet?" Y/N smirked.

"No, not yet." Herb chuckled. "It's been quiet so far." He said before his com began to chatter. "Hold up, will you? Say again?" He asked his com. "All the candy has disappeared?" He asked, causing the two women to freeze.

Behind the man, Wanda and Y/N could vaguely make out the blue blur of Pietro speeding the kids around and causing hijinks.

"And now all the jack-o-lanterns have been smashed?" Herb asked as the kids let out a loud cheer. "And now everyone's covered in silly string?"

"Whoo!" Pietro cheered loudly.

"Sorry, girls, but I gotta bounce." Herb apologized.

"Well, maybe Vision can help you out," Wanda suggested.

"Vision? He's not on duty."

"Oh, isn't he?" Y/N asked, playing along with Wanda's confusion.

"We just thought,"

"Is there something I can do for you, Wanda?" Herb asked, sensing Wanda's confusion. "Do you want something changed?" He questioned, causing Y/N to frown.

"No, it's fine." Wanda shook her head, grabbing Y/N's hand and squeezing it comfortingly. "Never mind."

"All right. Peace." Herb smiled before walking away.

"That was good, sweetheart." Y/N complimented her wife.

"I'm always good." Wanda shrugged, giving Y/N a smile.

Vision was on the other side of town while his family trick-or-treated.

The further away Vision got away from his home and family, the stranger Vision noticed the town's people were.

He had noticed people robotically repeating their actions with blank expressions.

Vision stared at a woman and her husband for several seconds before he had to tear his gaze away when the woman shed a single tear.

Meanwhile, the group of six had made their way to the town's center, where the committee had set up a festival of sorts.

"This is so lame. I can't believe you're making the kids return all the candy." Pietro groaned as Y/N led the kids away.

"I can't believe what a bad influence you are," Wanda said, turning to Pietro with crossed arms.

"Who beefed in your borscht?" Pietro asked, causing Wanda to tilt her head. "I'm just doing my part, okay? Come to town unexpectedly, create tension with the in-laws, stir up trouble with the rugrats and ultimately give you grief. I mean, that's what you wanted, isn't it?" He asked her.

"What happened to your accent?" Wanda questioned, pointing a gloved finger at her brother.

"What happened to yours?" He fired back. "Details are fuzzy, man. I got shot like a chump on the street for no reason at all, and the next thing I know, I heard you calling me. I knew you needed me." Pietro admitted as Y/N came back over.

"Alright, candy is returned, the kids are still being sourballs about it, but it's done." She clapped, standing beside her wife.

"Thank goodness for that." Wanda smiled.

"Uncle P, guess what?" Tommy exclaimed as he and his siblings ran over.

"They've got full-size candy bars a few blocks up! Mama, Mom, can we go?" Billy begged before his brother rushed away.

Tommy rushed away in a blur of blue.

"Next stop, Cavity Town!" Tommy cheered, reappearing with three candy bars in hand.

Everyone turned to stare at Tommy in surprise before Pietro let out a cheer.

"Right on, little dude! Chip off the old Maximoff block! You've got super speed!"

"I do?"

"Yeah!" Pietro grinned, holding a hand out to his nephew, who eagerly jumped to high-five him.

"It's okay, baby. You can take it slow, and you can," Wanda started to tell the boy but was cut off when he sped away.

"That's my boy." Y/N grinned as Tommy cheered loudly.

Wanda allowed Tommy to speed around the five for a few minutes before she threw her hand out and pulled the boy to a stop.

"If you're going to break the sound barrier, please take your siblings with you," Wanda begged.

"Really?" Billy asked excitedly.

"Really?" Tommy asked sadly.

"Really, yeah. And please just remember to-"

"Don't go past Ellis Avenue." The twins chorused in unison.

"And?" Y/N wondered.

"Always stick together." They added.

"We know. We know." Tommy said as Billy took his hand.

"Luna, are you coming?" Billy asked his sister, who shook her head.

"I think I want to look at the stalls," Luna told him, glancing behind her at the stalls that were lined up.

"Oh, good idea. I'll come with you." Y/N said, taking her daughter's hand.

"Hey! be careful!" Wanda called as her family all went their separate ways.

Leaving her with Pietro.

Outside the Hex, Monica, Clint, Jimmy, and Darcy were sneaking their way to an empty tent.

"I'm just trying to do my part, okay? Come to town unexpectedly, create tension with the in-laws,"

"Who is that?" Monica asked, staring at the man on the screen.

"Wanda's brother came to town," Jimmy told the woman.

"That's not the punk I remember," Clint said, staring at the screen in confusion.

"Yeah, he's got a new face." Darcy scoffed.

"Over here." Jimmy quietly called. Monica and Darcy quickly rushed over to Jimmy while Clint continued to stare at the screen.

"What happened to your accent?"

"What happened to yours?"

"We shouldn't stick around here much longer." Clint coughed, pulling his eyes away once his daughter appeared on the screen.

"Give me two seconds. I just need to hack into the secure network on the base." Darcy told everyone as she typed away frantically at the computer. "Donezo! Now, should be able to access the data on Hayward's devices." She said, connecting the USB to her laptop. "Oh, that's interesting. Guys, Hayward figured out a way to look into the boundary."

"And he didn't share with the group." Monica scoffed.

"Is this Wanda, right here?" Jimmy asked, pointing to a glowing dot on Darcy's screen.

"No, the program is tracking the decay signature of vibranium," Darcy told him.

"Vision."

"Why is Hayward tracking Vision?" Clint asked.

"I don't know. This is all I can access so far." Darcy told him.

"These other dots, those are Westview residents?" Jimmy wondered.

"The ones in Vision's immediate vicinity, yeah." Darcy nodded.

"So Hayward must have an accurate headcount by now." Jimmy summarised.

"Hayward's got to have some sense of their well-being. Where would that be?" Clint asked, playing around with the screen.

"Not sure."

"These people near the edge of town, they're bearly moving. Are they even alive?" Jimmy asked, looking over the dulled blue dots.

But Darcy didn't have an answer for that. In fact, she didn't have time to give him one before the laptop dinged, and the map began to move.

This was stranger than strange. Vision noted as he got closer towards the edge of town.

It seemed the closer he got to the edge of town, the less Wanda cared about the people.

The people were not moving about robotically anymore. They were simply still.

There was a blanket of silence covering the street as Vision walked past the countless people on the street.

No-one made even the faintest of sounds, not even when he spoke to them.

"Excuse me, ma'am? Are those your children? Are you waiting for something?" Vision asked, but when no-one responded, he forced himself to move on.

Vision made his way to the end of the street before he decided walking was fruitless.

He dropped his disguise before he took to the skies.

He could hear the sounds of children laughing, people wishing each happy Halloween's and other pleasantries before noticed a car stopped at a stop sign.

Vision flew towards the car and lightly landed before the stopped vehicle.

There, in the driver's seat, Vision found Agnes to be behind the wheel.

"Agnes?" He asked aloud. "What are you doing here?"

"Town Square Scare," Agnes said blankly. "Where is it?"

"Oh, well, the Town Square, I expect." Vision joked, causing Agnes to laugh emotionlessly.

"Took a wrong turn," Agnes admitted, still staring out the front window. "Got lost." She shrugged as her eyes welled with tears.

"In the town, you grew up in?" Vision wondered, staring at his neighbor in confusion.

Agnes didn't respond, causing Vision's worry to grow so that he reached a hand out to her temple.

When Vision broke the wall in her mind, Agnes jolted violently and let out a loud gasp.

"It's all right." Vision soothed.

"You!" Agnes gasped, staring at her neighbor in shock. "You're one of the Avengers. You're Vision. Are you here to help us?" She asked with wide eyes.

"I am Vision, and I do want to help." Vision nodded, gently placing his hand on hers. "But what's an Avenger?" He wondered, causing Agnes to gasp.

"What? Why don't you know?" She demanded, snatching her hand away. "Am I dead?" Agnes asked, pressing her hands to her chest.

"No. No." Vision promised. "Why would you think that?"

"Because you are."

"'Cause I'm what?"

"Dead," Agnes said, causing Vision to freeze. "Dead. Dead! Dead!" She yelled.

"Agnes, it is my intention to reach those outside of Westview and make sense of our situation." Vision explained, gesturing towards the town's end.

"How? No-one leaves." Agnes shook her head. "Wanda won't even let us think about it." She laughed. "All is lost," Agnes added as her laughter began to grow wilder.

"Agnes. Agnes, please calm down." Vision asked but was drowned out by the woman's loud cackling. "Agnes! Please."

Vision knew Agnes was too far gone to hear this conversation, so with a sigh, he pressed his hand to her temple once more.

Agnes snapped upright in her seat as her laughter died in her throat.

"I will fix this, Agnes. I promise."

"Okey-dokey, neighbor." Agnes chirped, smiling widely, as she did a U-turn. "Happy Halloweenie!" She cheered, driving away.

Leaving Vision to stare into the distance, just past Ellis Avenue.

"That's it. My way back into the Hex will be here in an hour. Just got to meet my guy over the ridge. Let's roll." Monica told the group.

"You can't do that," Darcy spoke up.

"Sure we can." Jimmy shrugged. "I'm a wiz at hot-wiring cars."

"No. You can't go back into the Hex." Darcy told Monica.

"Worst case scenario, Wanda removes my free will and puts me in ultra-low-rise jeans." Monica shrugged.

"Hayward has your blood work," Darcy announced. "You've gone through the boundary twice already, Monica. The energy inside has re-written your cells on a molecular level twice. It's changing you."

"Seen enough lab results to last me a lifetime." Monica shrugged. "I've seen cells metastasizing, cells in remission. I know what Wanda's feeling, and I won't stop until I help her."

"Okay."

"But I'm staying here," Darcy told the group.

"You can't stay here. It's not safe." Jimmy told her.

"Why would you want to stay here?" Clint asked.

"Darcy, what are you talkin' about?"

"I haven't made it through Hayward's last firewall. There's something big here, something that can help us. I know it." Darcy said.

"I'll stay," Clint announced. "Just in case you need me."

"Fine." Monica sighed. "I'll drop you the location. You meet us out there as soon as you can." She told the two before she and Jimmy left the tent.

Jimmy and Monica found an abandoned truck which they quickly stole before driving away from the SWORD base.

Leaving Darcy and Clint alone.

"Seems the whole town's out tonight, huh, Luna?" Y/N wondered as she and her daughter strolled through the Town Square.

"There's a lot of people." Luna nodded, staring at the townsfolk curiously.

"Everything okay, sweetheart?" Y/N asked, kneeling in front of the blonde girl. "Are you not feeling well?" She pushed, pressing her hand to Luna's forehead.

"No, I feel fine, Mom," Luna promised, pulling her mother's hand away.

"What's wrong then? You've been acting off all night." Y/N commented, rising to a stand and pulling Luna over to a hay bale to sit.

"I can see things, Mom," Luna admitted, playing with her thumbs.

"Things like what, sweetheart?"

"Emotions, I think," Luna told Y/N. "There are these colors all around everyone. I can see 'em change, Mom."

"That's okay, sweetheart. We can help you find out more about your powers."

"But, Mom, there's something wrong with everyone's colors," Luna said.

"What's wrong with their colors?

"They're all blue, all sad," Luna said, staring at the people who passed her. "And when they pass Mama, they're scared."

"I know, sweetheart." Y/N sighed, pulling her daughter into her side. "But me and your Dad are trying to fix this. We're gonna fix this." She promised the girl.

"Holy shmacaroni," Pietro commented, looking around the Town Square as Wanda laughed. "Wow!"

"Isn't it great?" Wanda asked with a grin.

"Damn it, if Westview, New Jersey isn't charming as hell." Pietro complimented, watching the people mill about.

"Now, I know that you think that I've gone full soccer mom,"

"You have." Pietro cut in.

"But it really is nice, right?" Wanda asked as the two sat down.

"Yeah." Pietro nodded before letting out a sigh. "I think Mom and Dad would have loved it."

"Yeah. I think Mom and Dad would have."

"Where were you hiding these kids up till now?" Pietro asked after a gaggle of children ran past them.

"What?" Wanda asked, snapping her head to face him.

"I assume they were sleeping peacefully in their beds." Pietro theorized. "No need to traumatize beyond the occasional holiday episode cameo, right?" He joked.

"No."

"You were always the empathetic twin," Pietro told her.

"I don't. I didn't."

"Don't get me wrong, you've handled the ethical considerations of this scenario as best you could." Pietro complimented. "Families and couples stay together, most personalities aren't far off from what's underneath, people got better jobs, better haircuts, for sure."

"You don't think it's wrong?" Wanda stuttered.

"What, are you kidding? I'm impressed." Pietro told her. "Seriously. It's a big leap from giving people nightmares and shooting red wiggly-woos out of your hands. How'd you even do all this?" Pietro asked, causing Wanda to fall into silence. "Hey, I'm not some stranger, and I'm not your husband or your wife. You can talk to me."

"I don't know how I did it," Wanda admitted with a sigh, looking down. "I, I only remember feeling scared. Empty." She sniffed. When Wanda finally looked up, she let out a gasp when she saw Pietro grey and full of holes.

Wanda squeezed her eyes shut tightly, and when she opened them, she out out a sigh. For Pietro was no longer grey and was hole-free.

"Are you okay?" Pietro wondered, staring at his sister in worry.

"I'm fine." Wanda smiled, waving him off.

"Sure you are."

"Hayward, you sneaky bastard," Darcy said as she continued to snoop through the director's files.

"You got that right." Clint scoffed, watching over the doctor's shoulder.

Darcy pulled up a new screen that showed Vision's blinking dot moving closer to the border.

"What's he doing?" Clint asked, staring at Vision's dot in confusion.

"I don't know, but we're going to find out," Darcy said, jumping up from her chair.

On the other side of the Hex, Vision had reached the edge of the town.

The closer he got to the town's border, the larger the foreboding feeling in his stomach grew.

But the closer he got, the clearer the energy field became.

Blocked from the outside world. Vision mused as he stood a nose length's away.

Vision pressed his hand onto the field, and it was immediately sucked into the energy.

Vision pushed his way through the energy field to see swarms of people, cars, and helicopters surrounding him.

But Vision could not spare them another thought as the more he tried to pull his body out of the energy field, the more pain he found himself to be in.

"He really does want out, doesn't he?" A man asked as Vision let out a loud yell.

SWORD watched as, before their eyes, Vision began to disintegrate.

"Oh no." Darcy gasped and began to rush forward with Clint right behind her. "Why aren't you helping him?" Darcy screamed, causing all the agents to turn and face the two. "He's coming apart!" She yelled when an agent grabbed her and pushed her away.

"Get your hands off her!" Clint exclaimed when he, too, was restrained.

Billy was alone when his head began to pound.

Billy was alone when he began to have images of his father in pain.

Billy was alone when he began to hear what was happening at the town's edge.

Billy could sense his brother speeding closer, and he held a hand out to stop him.

"Whoa, Billy!" Tommy cheered.

"Shh!" Billy hissed.

"Are you okay?" Tommy asked, watching his brother in concern.

Billy ignored his brother as the screaming in his head grew louder.

"Mama!"

Billy and Tommy rushed into the Town Square to find both mothers, their sister, and their uncle sitting on hay bales.

"Mama! Mom! Mama!"

"What? What is it, Billy?" Wanda asked as she jumped to her feet.

"I hear Dad in my head. He's in trouble." Billy panted.

"What? Where is he?" Y/N asked, rushing to her wife's side.

"Let me go!" Darcy snapped as she was handcuffed to a car. "What are you doing?" She yelled when she saw Clint be smacked across the face with the butt of a gun.

"Help!" Vision yelled, not caring that he was falling apart. "The people need help!" He exclaimed before he fell to the ground.

"I don't understand. What's happening to me?" Billy demanded.

"Where is he? Where's your Dad?" Wanda asked, staring at Billy with urgent eyes.

"Hey, don't sweat it, sis. It's not like your dead husband can die twice." Pietro joked.

"Excuse me?" Y/N asked, staring at Pietro with wide eyes. Before she could further question her brother-in-law, Wanda shot him with a blast of magic and sent him flying through the air. "Wanda!" Y/N exclaimed as the kids stared at their mother in shock.

"Billy, I need you to focus," Wanda demanded, ignoring her wife. Billy nodded at his mother and closed his eyes tightly.

"I can't tell. I see these soldiers." Billy said as the images flooded his mind. "They think he's dying!"

"Wanda, don't," Y/N said as Wanda's hands glowed red. But she couldn't say another word as time froze.

The last thing she saw was Wanda's eyes glowing red.

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"Are you serious right now?" Darcy growled as she was left alone, handcuffed to the car. "Clint, wake up!" Darcy exclaimed as the Hex swallowed everything around it. "Oh, fudge." Darcy sighed as she was hit.

The Hex swallowed the entirety of the SWORD base. Anything it touched changed to fit Wanda's script.

"Can anyone read me?" Hayward asked as he and three others sped away from Westview. "Can anyone hear my voice?" He demanded once more.

But no-one responded.

They were a part of Westview now.

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Bounty (Din Djarin x Reader)

Connection series Pt. 8

Pairing: Din Djarin x f!reader (no use of Y/N)

Warnings: cursing, death (choking), fighting, anxiety, nightmares

Word count: over 8.0K

Summary: Din has a bounty to catch, leaving you and the child alone on the Crest.

Notes: This chapter almost made me cry writing it so I wish you all luck. I also started writing part nine today and ooof... buckle in folks.

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You couldn’t help the bout of laughter that escaped your lips as Din walked up to you.

“Are you ever going to stop laughing about this?”

You doubled over in laughter even more, clutching at your stomach which was beginning to literally hurt from your laughter. “I can’t believe you never told me.” You wheezed as the man stood in front of where you leaned against the wall, placing a hand on his hip.

“It’s not even funny.”

"You know, I feel like you should of told me about it. Like that should of been the first thing out of your mouth when we first met. It would have told me everything I needed to know.”

“The fact that I wear suspenders would have told you everything you needed to know?”

You let out a loud cackle at his statement, causing him to shake his head at you. “Absolutely.”

“I wear it because it’s convenient. I don’t know why it’s funny.”

“Do you think your bounties would be considerably less scared of you if they knew you wore suspenders? Because I think they would.”

“Sweet one...” You smiled as he let out a small sigh, but deep down you knew he was smiling under the helmet.

“You should consider wearing less armor and letting the suspenders show more. The ladies would love it.”

Din cocked his helmet at you, stepping closer to you. “Oh, really?”

“Absolutely. Suspenders are just irresistible.” You let out another giggle, smiling widely as you expect an exasperated sigh from the man of beskar.

But instead he brings his hands up, putting them against the wall on either side of your head, boxing you in. You let out a small gasp, not having expected Din to get so close to you. “Really?”

You tried to hide how flustered you were with a small smile. “Would it break your heart if I said that the suspenders didn’t do anything for me?”

“Probably.” You heard Din let out a chuckle and you laughed back.

“Well then I love them. They are super good looking. One would probably describe them as sexy.”

Din just let out a grunt and shook his head at you. “That didn’t sound convincing.”

“I wonder why.” You teased, ducking under one of his arms, escaping his hold on you. Din turns around, leaning against the wall exactly where you were and crossing his arms.

“I should probably get going.” You let out a groan at his words. You guys had left the planet with the flowers a couple days ago and went straight into hyperspace. Din had explained that he had a bounty to catch. It was an underground job, meaning no one would know it was him and he wasn’t risking Moff Gideon finding out about it. He just had to stop on this planet, catch his bounty, and turn them in for some much needed credits. It wasn’t supposed to be too dangerous but he still insisted on you and the child staying behind in the Crest. He didn’t want to risk anything or anybody seeing the kid, even though the planet you were on was relatively deserted.

“Din, are you sure we can’t go? I’m pretty good with a blaster, y’know?”

“I know, cyar’ika.”

“Then let me go.” You knew you were whining and probably sounded like a child, but you didn’t want him to go. Ever since you joined, you guys haven’t really separated and you didn’t want to be alone.

“This should be a quick one.” Din didn’t even bother to entertain your statement. You had already bothered Din about going and he was being stubborn. There was no way he was going to let you go but you could still complain about it. “Hopefully it will only be a day or two.”

“Two days?”

“You whine a lot.”

You roll your eyes, crossing your arms over you chest. “I just want to go. I don’t want to be alone here.”

“You won’t be. You have the kid.”

You hated how literally Din took things sometimes. You didn’t know if it did it on purpose or if it was just how he was. “I could help.”

Din sighed, shaking his head. “I think I’ve got it covered. I’ve done this before.”

“Yes, but have you ever done it before with me by your side? No. We could probably catch this poor schmuck in less than a day if I tag along.”

“I forgot about all your experience in bounty hunting.”

You knew he was teasing but you still narrowed your eyes at him. “I would probably be great at it.”

“You aren’t a very subtle person.”

You let out a small gasp. “What does that mean?”

Din stepped towards you, putting both hands on your shoulders. “It means, you tend you gather peoples attention. And that isn’t good when hunting.”

“Maybe you can teach me how to do it then. You said this bounty isn’t too difficult so this would be the perfect opportunity.”

“You do know nothing you say will make me bring you along?”

You let out a grunt, pulling away from Din. “Fine. But you’ll regret it when you realize just how much you miss me.”

“Of course, cyar’ika.” Din sarcastically responded and you huffed.

“You are going to be chasing after this stupid bounty and thinking about how much you miss me and my pretty hair and my wonderful humor and-”

“I’m starting to think you are in love with yourself.”

You flash him a devious smile. “I mean, I am pretty great.”

Din shakes his head and pulls his body towards you. “You know what I’ll enjoy most about this?”

You frown, already prepared for a sarcastic response. “What, Din?”

“Some silence.”

You roll your eyes and back away from him, only for him to take a step towards you. “Yeah, right. You love when I talk.”

“You love when I talk.”

Another step backwards for you. And another step forwards for Din. “Hmmm... not really?”

“Sweet one, you already admitted you like the sound of my voice.” You back up one more time and feel yourself bump into the wall behind you, to which Din chuckles. “See? You are clumsy. I can’t bring you.”

You push against Din’s chest with your hands. “You should go before I kick your ass.” You try to hold back the smile but fail to do so.

“Alright.” Din grabs his bag from the floor and strolls towards you. “Keep the door shut and if anything happens, use the radio I gave you. But only for emergencies.”

“Aye aye, captain.”

“If it takes longer than two days, I’ll radio you and let you know I’m fine. If you don’t hear from me and I don’t respond to you, get out of here.”

“Din, I’m not leaving you behind-”

“Please just agree to my terms.”

You nod your head, knowing you’d never actually leave without Din but not wanting to stress him out. “Fine.”

Din brought a hand up to your cheek, grazing it lightly. “Be safe.”

“We will be fine, Din. Like I said, I’m handy with a blaster.” You give him a lopsided grin, wanting to ease his worries.

“Okay. Goodbye, cyar’ika.”

“See you soon.”

Din dropped his hand, opening the hatch to the Crest, and stepping down it. He turned back to look at you, giving you a sharp nod of the head, and you watch him walk off as you close the hatch of the ship.

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The child was sat in your lap, fully awake to your dismay. He spent the first half of the day whining and crying because his dad was gone. He would look up at you with these big, dopey eyes and his little bottom lip puffed out, looking like somebody had done the meanest thing to him. You’d explain to him that Din was just doing a job and he’d be back soon, but you think the kid either didn’t understand you or didn’t care.

Then once the kid finally got over his pity party, he was absolutely wired. All he wanted to do was play and you swore he was trying to drive you crazy. At one point, you had tripped over something the kid had dropped and he absolutely lost it, thinking it was the greatest thing he had ever seen. In hopes of tiring him out, you had purposely started ‘tripping’ on things, each time warranting the same ecstatic response but not proving to tire him out at all.

So that led to where you were now. In the cockpit of the Crest, with the kid held in your lap, as the two of you looked up at the stars in the sky. You had hoped a calming activity like this would make him sleepy considering how late it was and how he hadn’t taken any naps. But all he was doing was intently staring at the little metal sphere in his hands that he stole from the Crest’s dashboard, completely transfixed by it like it was the most exhilarating thing in the world.

You on the other hand were on the verge of sleep. Your eyes were drooping and you kept yawning. Taking care of the kid was a tiresome task, especially when you didn’t have Din around to help at all. You were sat in Dins seat, letting yourself fall into it. You missed him, which sounded silly considering he had only been gone for less than twenty-four hours. But you had to fight back the urge to radio him in, just to hear his voice. You had gotten used to his constant company and being in the Crest without him was odd. He was just an overwhelmingly sweet presence for you and without him, it felt a little less safe and a little less warm.

Your dreary eyes drifted down to the child, who was sat in your lap and looked up at you, showing you the ball in his hands. You nodded slowly, your mind seeming to process things about ten times slower than usual. “Very neat, booger.”

The kid looked away from you, seemingly satisfied with you acknowledging his metal ball and looking back down on it. You let out another loud yawn, your eyes slowly drifting closed. You were just going to relax, not sleep. Just rest your eyes for a minute...

Then there was a loud clatter than woke you up. Your body lunged forwards and you looked to see that the kid was still awake, sat in your lap, with the ball in his hand, but his ears twitching and his vision direction towards the ladder leading down to the hull of the ship. “Anybody there?” You called out.

You picked him up, pulling him close against your chest as you approached the ladder. You peaked down into the hull, your head hanging a little from your position. You looked around. The latch of the door was closed, nothing seemed out of place. “Hello?”

No other noise was made, no response meaning Din wasn’t back yet to your dismay. You looked over at the kid, who was intently staring into the hull of the ship, his ears still twitching like he was listening for something. “It’s just us kid. This piece of junk ship just makes noises sometimes.” The kid looked up at you briefly before turning back to the hull. “We should get some sleep.”

The kid still seemed totally fine, no hint of fatigue on any of his features. You let out a small sigh. This was going to be a long night. You carefully stepped down the ladder, making your way towards your cot when you heard another noise. You whipped your head around, identifying that it came from the refresher. You put the kid down on your cot quickly and lifted up a finger to your lips, hoping that the kid would understand and be quiet. He simply looked up at you and you turned around, your right hand resting on the blaster kept on your side. You made your way towards the refresher, hoping it was just Din who saw you asleep and didn’t want to wake you up to let you know he was back. But deep down, you knew it wasn’t Din. And he had told you this planet didn’t have a big population and you were far from any towns where there would be people. Meaning if there was someone in the ship, it was probably either Din or his bounty.

You stopped walking, considering your options. You had your radio, maybe you could call Din in. But if there was someone there, they’d probably hear you do it and then what would you do? And what if Din was far away and couldn’t get back quickly enough?

Or what if this wasn’t his bounty and something else entirely? Din didn’t have a tracking fob this time, just a location. You knew Din was good at his job and if his bounty was here, he should be here. So if he isn’t, maybe there was someone else in here.

You turned back to look up at the kid, to check if he was still in the spot where you left him, only to find he wasn’t. “Shit.” You whispered under your breath. You looked all around but couldn’t find the kid. Sometimes he liked to hide from you, thinking it was great when you found him, but right now was not the time for hide and seek. “Kid, where are you?”

You turned around completely, back facing the door to the refresher as you ducked to see if he was below your bed. No luck. You let out a sigh. You couldn’t do anything without knowing where the kid was. That was too risky. “Womp rat, where did you go?”

All the air left your lungs as you felt a huge slam into your back, bringing you down onto the floor. You landed face down, your whole body pulsing from the pain. Your body throbbed from the impact and your hands just barely reached out to stop you from slamming your skull into the metal floor of the ship. You quickly pulled yourself up and turned to see a Klatooinian staring back down at you. His face bunched up into a growl and he snarled at you, glaring at you with a fierceness in his eyes. “What the kriff?” You yelled out.

The creature held a blaster right at your face, not bothering to say anything, and let out deep breathes, his chest heaving. You quickly popped back up on your feet, trying to knock the blaster out of his hand. But instead the man fired a shot, hitting the floor of the ship as you jerked out of the way. Your head turned quickly, just to make sure the kid wasn’t anywhere near the blast. You were satisfied when you found no kid, but also worried as to where he could be. You didn’t want him getting caught in the cross fire. And you certainly didn’t want this creature finding him. You needed to get rid of him, before he hurt the kid or you.

Your hand reached for the blaster on your side, just starting to curl around the smooth metal of it, when you heard a small noise emit from behind the Klatooinian. The man and you both turn to look in the same direction, your vision landing on the child who stood in the corner of the room with the ball in his hand. His face was crumpled up into a little frown, clearly not too pleased by the presence of the man before him, but he didn’t do anything except just stand there. “Shit.”

Your fingers just started to pull on your blaster, not even able to pull it out completely, before the man turned back to you, snarling again and rising a leg to kick one of your knees, your leg buckling in on yourself and dropping you against the floor. You let out a yelp from the pain, your right hand still itching towards your blaster, but your other hand landing on the floor beside you, trying to steady yourself. He spat into your face and a thick glob landed on your cheek that you wiped away with a growl. He turned back around towards the kid, stomping closer to him with the blaster aimed at his little body. “You son of a bitch!” you yelled out, trying to distract him, just do anything so he wouldn’t harm the kid and the kid could scurry away. He turned to look back at you, letting out a harsh laugh.

There was no way you were going to let this man hurt the child. Din trusted you to protect him, so you were going to do it. You rise to your feet again, your landing a little sloppy due to your knee, and you go to reach for the blaster when you feel a tingling sensation through your whole body. The fatigue and pain fades away, and for a second you think it’s just a rush of adrenaline from the situation until you realize you’ve felt this feeling before. It’s been a very long time, but it is strong and it is undeniable.

You feel an energy fill every part of your body. It seems to fill your pores, soak into your bones, and lift you up. It penetrated every part of your being and you feel more powerful than you had in a very long time. You haven’t felt the Force flow within you for many years, but the feeling is just as intoxicating as it was before and it seems to clear all your senses. Your right hand eases away from the blaster on your side and instead you bring it up, your body seeming to work on its own without a second thought. You watch as the Klatooinian stumbles back slightly before you curl your fingers a little. One of his dirty hands reaches for his throat, trying to tear something away from it, as the blaster in his order hand drops to the ground. You squeeze your hands together a little tighter to which the creature let’s out a ragged gasp, his other hand reaching up as well as shock paints his face. You don’t even fully realize what is happening, just letting your powers take hold of you. The man begins to lift a little from where he stood in the hull, his feet dangling slightly in the air as he continues to gasp and take in shallow breaths that are beginning to fade.

Your hands tighten up even more and you watch as his face begins to turn into a shade of blue, his eyes bulging from the pressure as you continue. It seems like only mere seconds until he let’s out one more choked breath before falling limp. And like you had been on the verge of choking as well, you let out a loud gasp as you drop your hand, and the creatures body falls to the floor right in front of the child and you. You feel like time finally resumes to normal after it was going at warp speed. You had felt like time was just flashing in your face and you weren’t even able to realize what was happening until it was too late. You look at the body on the ground before you and you let out a choked sob, crumbling to the floor. The fatigue from earlier settles back into your body, but now tenfold from the energy you just exhausted. You let out a whimper as the child begins to waddle towards you, walking around the body.

What had you done? You hadn’t used the Force in years because the last time you had, it had resulted in a dead body as well. You swore to never use it again, in fear you’d use what was supposed to be this precious gift to harm somebody. You hadn’t felt that feeling in so long and the first time you had after all these years, you had used it to kill. You can’t stop the tears falling down your face or the way you let in small, panicked breathes. The child finally makes his way over to you and goes to hand you his small metal sphere, something to comfort you. You let out a small noise as you look down at him. He looked up at you with complete trust in his eyes and you wonder if he understood what you did, if he had felt the Force like you had. If he understand the harm you had caused with it.

A pop of static pops through and it takes you a second to register that it is the radio Din had given you earlier. “Cyar’ika, you there?”

You are barely able to turn, but you look back at your cot and the radio you had tossed on it earlier in the day. You reach a shaky hand out, your fingers, the same ones you had squeezed the life out of the man just minutes earlier, wrapping around the device. You turn it on, trying to control your breathing as you let out a small, “Yeah.”

You hear him panting and you can tell he is running. “The bounty is heading towards you guys right now, I think. Lock everything down and get your blaster. I’ll be there in a minute.”

You feel a tear roll down your cheek. “Din, he already came here.” You drop the radio, ignoring as Din continues calling through, repeating your name. The kid tries to climb in your lap and you limpy lay a hand on his little body, your gaze never moving away from the body.

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“Cyar’ika, what happened?”

You looked up to see Din standing in the hull of the Crest, standing in front of the body and looking back and forth between it and yourself. His chest was heaving and small pants made their way through his modulator. He had ran the whole way here, worried sick after you had spoken with him. Your hands were still shaking so badly and your whole body felt fatigued. If you weren’t so wired from the anxiety, you would probably have passed out by now. You slowly brought a trembling hand up to wipe away at your tears, a fruitless effort because more just ran down your cheeks. The child shuffled off your lap, starting to waddle towards Din with his arms reached out for a hug. You sniffled, looking at Din and the child and the ship. Anywhere but at the creature laid out on the ground before you.

“H-he came here.”

Din let out a loud sigh. “I shouldn’t have left you alone.”

You got annoyed at yourself for the frustration you felt at what he said. Din didn’t know about your powers. Hell, you didn’t even know you still had this in you. He also didn’t know the bounty would get to you before he caught him. It wasn’t his fault. But you had pleaded with him to take you and if he had, you wouldn’t be in this mess. The worst thing that would of happened was the Crest would of been robbed. There wouldn’t be a body in front of you. One you had killed in such a grotesque way. You wouldn’t feel this self hatred seeping into you.

But instead of yelling at Din, you just pulled your legs up against you, wanting to block yourself from this moment. You choked back some sobs rather pathetically, small whimpers still drifting from your lips along with sniffling. “I d-did it. He had the blaster aimed at the k-kid.”

“It’s okay. You did what you had to do.”

Yeah, you did what you had to do. But you didn’t have to do it like that. You remembered the first time you had used the Force to kill someone. You watched the life drain from that Imperial officers face as he tried to block you from your parents. The pit in your stomach was so heavy, it felt like it was weighing you down. Your grandmother had taught you how people used the Force to harm and kill, and how the power that came with it drove people to the dark side, to madness. You remembered her telling you how she had never used the Force to kill and making you vow the same. And you had broken that vow, multiple times now.

This wasn’t supposed to be you. The Force, and the power it gave you, was supposed to be pure and good. Used to heal and connect. Used to help you and aid you, not coldly strike down your enemies like they were nothing. Because if you did that, how were you any different from them? And how far would you go? What if one day you couldn’t control it and accidentally hurt Din or the child?

That thought forced a sob out of you and you let yourself fall apart. You buried your face in your legs, not wanting Din to see you like this.

“Kriff, what happened?” You heard Din step towards you and bend down at the knees, resting a hand on your back. “Sweet one, talk to me.”

You looked up at him, seeing your reflection in his helmet and wincing. You looked away from him.

“I choked him.” You left out how, just letting him assume you had done so with your hands. You watched his helmet turn to the body before it drifted to the blaster still attached to your hip. You knew what he was thinking. Why wouldn’t you had just used the blaster? “I had to.”

That was a lie. But Din didn’t need to know that. Din couldn’t know that. “Okay... that’s fine.” Din brought his hand up to the helmet to rub at it, like one would do with their temple when having a bad headache. “This is okay. You should go shower and calm down. I’ll take care of... this.”

You felt even guiltier. Now Din had to deal with your mess and you didn’t even know if he was supposed to bring the man in alive or not. What if you had messed up his bounty? “I’m sorry.”

Din shook his head. “Don’t apologize. You protected the kid. I’m proud of you.”

You tried your best not to cry at his answer. Din shouldn’t be proud of you. What you had done was not honorable. Not something to take pride in. Instead you wiped at your face, nodding. “Okay.”

Din stood up, holding his hands out for you. You grabbed onto them and he helped you rise up from your place on the floor. You fell into Din, feeling extremely weak and like your legs were numb, your knee still throbbing from earlier. You let out a reassurance that you were okay to Din, feeling his concern washing over you, and forced yourself to let go of him. You trudged away to the refresher without another word, wanting to wash away what had happened, even though you knew it would haunt you.

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When you finally walked back into the hull of the ship, you were shocked by how spotless it was. Din had cleaned up anything that had been tossed about during the attack. The kid was in his hover pram, asleep and letting out little snores. Din was sat on the floor, now in what appeared to be his pajamas, the only piece of metal on his body being his helmet. Most notably, the body was gone, now frozen in carbonite instead of laid out on the floor. You were glad to not see it but it still didn’t settle the uneasiness you felt.

“Hey, sweet one.” You closed your eyes at Din’s words, letting them soak into you. You needed Din right now, as much as you shouldn’t. He was like a life preserver while you are drowning. You weren’t sure if you deserve it, but you were going to cling to it.

“Hey.” You whisper out and Din rises from the floor, walking over to where you stood. He didn’t say anything, just pulling you into his arms as he embraced you. You knew Din wasn’t used to affection like this, perhaps never having gone out of his way to hug someone before you, and you were so grateful he was willing to do it for you. You allowed yourself to be swallowed by his large frame, your arms wrapping around his lower back. You rested your head on his shoulder, your wet hair probably getting his shirt soaked but he didn’t seem to care.

You finally pulled away and Din’s helmet looked down on you. “You look exhausted.”

You were exhausted. Absolutely drained in every way: physically, mentally, spiritually. Using the Force earlier had emptied you of all the strength you had, and the emotional turmoil after that had just piled on top of it. But you also didn’t want to sleep. You didn’t want to lay on your cot on the floor alone, where you could replay what had happened time and time again. Where you could drift into a sleep that would remind you of the horrors of your past or of today. Sleep already didn’t come too easy to an individual like yourself and todays events would make it even harder. “I’m okay.”

“It’s late. You should sleep.” Din gestured over to where he usually slept. “You take my bed tonight.”

“No. I’m fine.” You honestly didn’t plan on sleeping. You would probably trudge your way up to the cockpit and just stare out the window, thinking and dwelling on your mistakes. On the person you had become.

“You need to rest. I will sleep on your bed.”

“Din, I barely fit on that cot. You won’t fit. And you’ve been up all day. You need proper rest.”

Din shook his head. “You had a rough day today. I’ll be fine.”

You let out a sigh. “I won’t be able to sleep tonight. Not after... not after today.”

“What if I make you some tea? You can relax and you’ll eventually drift off.”

While the idea of Din making you tea absolutely melted your heart, you shook your head. “Tea won’t help.”

“What will?”

The only thing that helped was standing right in front of you. “You.”

Din nodded and one of his hands reached out for yours, grabbing it. “Come on.”

“What-”

“Shh. I got you, sweet one.” Din walked around, turning off all the lights on the Crest besides the small one right above his bed. Dins grip was strong, reassuring, and he let you drift with him towards the bed. You wanted to argue but your body was so tired and so was your brain, and Din was so strong right now. “Lay down.”

You nodded hesitantly, crawling into his cot and laying back into it. It wasn’t comfortable per say, but it seemed heavenly compared to the cot you usually slept on. It also smelled like cinnamon and something like bark. It was Din: alluring and inviting and primal. You let out a hum, letting the padding of the mattress envelope your frame. You then felt some shifting and lifted your head slightly to see Din crawling in besides you. “Din, what-”

“Scoot over a little, cyar’ika.” You shuffled, almost pressing against the wall. Din’s cot was very small, making it so you couldn’t help but to feel him press up against you as he settled down next to you. “I’m going to turn out the lights and then take my helmet off, okay?”

You let out a hum, looking forward to hearing Dins voice. The light went out and you couldn’t see anything, not even your hand in front of your own face. It was completely pitch dark, nothing to see. But even when you heard the click and hiss of the helmet being removed, you still closed your eyes, just in case. You felt Din shuffle around some more, clearly trying to give you enough space. But with the tight quarters, you could still feel his legs nudge against yours and his shoulder touch your back a little. Part of you wanted to lean into him but you didn’t want to invade his personal space more than you already were. “Are you okay with this?

You smile as you hear his voice, feeling so incredibly grateful that you were privy to it. That Din trusted you enough to let you in and take his helmet off around you. You were sure it wasn’t an easy feat. You nodded, but realized he probably couldn’t see you, so you let out a small, “Yes.”

You lay there in silence for a little while until you shift to your other side, no longer facing the wall. You come to the realization that you are probably facing Din, not being able to see a thing but knowing his face was so close to yours. You could probably reach out and touch it, feel the angles and curves of it. “Sweet one?”

“Yeah?”

“You know you never have to hide anything from me. Right?”

The question alone makes your heart break, and the inflection in his tone adds to it. It is heavy and curious. You know Din is an exceptionally smart man, more intelligent than most people would realize. And you also knew that he knew you very well, more than anybody else. Of course Din would notice how bizarre your reaction to todays events had been. He knew that wasn’t your first kill and knew that you were always willing to do what you had to do, especially if that meant protecting someone you loved. His curiosity was only natural. But you also knew you couldn’t tell him and that hurt him. He’d wonder why you couldn’t trust him with something but he also didn’t know how substantial the secret you were keeping from his was. You just whisper out, “Of course.” and feel like you wanna crawl in on yourself. Din trusted you with so much but you couldn’t tell him this. And that broke you.

“Okay.” You know he doesn’t believe you, that he knows you are keeping something from him. But he doesn’t push you, which you are thankful for.

“You know you mean everything to me, right?” His voice is so soft, his words melting in your ears, and you feel your heart clench. You knew deep down, in every way, you were in love with Din Djarin. It wasn’t a matter of maybe or one day you could be. You were head over heels for the man and everyday your affection for him grew stronger and stronger. And he meant everything to you. You’d do anything for him - even if it meant making tough decisions.

You didn’t trust yourself to not say anything stupid, so you simply scooted closer to him. Din slowly reached an arm out to you, bringing you in closer to him. You felt your body press against his and felt so secure. Even though he didn’t have the armor on, you felt safer in his arms than anywhere else. Your head rested against his shoulder and you closed your eyes. “Thank you, Din.”

You felt his chest rumble with a little hum and placed your hand on it, over his heart. You felt his chest rise and fall, giving you peace. You then drifted off, falling asleep in the arms of the man you loved for the first time.

And the last.

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Din was back in the field of flowers, sitting on top of a blanket with the warm sun shining on his face. He took a deep breath in, inhaling the scent of all the flowers. He could hear children’s giggling somewhere from behind him, knowing they were playing. He reached his hand up, realizing his helmet wasn’t on. He wasn’t actually in any armor: just a pair of pants and a plain shirt, no shoes, and his hair wildly tossed about on his head. The thought of not wearing his helmet, or his armor for that matter, usually terrified him but he felt as ease, knowing he was completely safe.

“Din, the child is trying to teach our son to eat butterflies.” He whipped his head around, watching as she approached his spot on the blanket, sitting down next to him. She has a bright smile on her face and wore a white dress that was flowing in the breeze. A few flowers were stuck in her hair which was pulled into a beautifully braided bun. Din’s eyes followed down to her hands to see a ring on her finger. He looked at his hand to find a matching one, made of the same metal: beskar.

“W-what?” Din mumbled out, seeming shocked by the sound of his own voice. He felt at peace but he was also confused. This wasn’t his life. But maybe he could pretend it was for a little bit.

She reached her hand out to brush back some of Din’s hair, her fingers brushing past his cheek as she brought it back down. He swore he almost fainted at the feeling of her touching his face. It was so soft and loving. A feeling he could never get sick of. “Isn’t this nice?”

Din nodded, feeling a smile grace his features as he kept looking at his cyar’ika, not wanting to tear his eyes away. “Yes.”

She let out a small chuckle and Din reached his hands out. He cupped her face but froze when the smile on her face dropped, her features melting into sadness. “Sweet one, what’s wrong?”

Tears surged at her eyes and Din felt something begin to crumble. That’s when he realized she was literally crumbling away before him, her body falling apart. “Too bad you couldn’t save us either.”

“No. No, no. I can. I know I can.”

“It’s too late.”

Din felt a sob crawl up his throat as she disappeared right before him, turning into nothing but a pile. He turned to look behind him, to where he heard the children laughing, but realized he was no longer in the field of flowers, but in Aq Vetina. Everything was being destroyed in front of him. “No. Please. I can protect them.” He didn’t know exactly who he was pleading to but he felt every bone in his body fill with dread. Din had only ever felt this kind of fear once before, when he had lost his parents in this very place.

“Din, you took your helmet off.” He turned around, to see The Armorer from Navarro. She stood, towering above him, her golden armor seeming to be the only color anymore. She shook her head disapprovingly, and Din felt like a child in The Watch again, being degraded for something he had done wrong.

“I need to save her.” He begged, looking to where his riddur was and finding absolutely nothing. He let out a choked sob as he looked back up at the Armorer. He needed her help. More than anything. He didn’t know what to do without his sweet one. And his child. “And the kid. I can protect them.”

“You broke your creed.”

“I did it for her.” Din knew he’d do anything for her, even if it meant losing himself.

“And now you lost her. Just like your family.”

Din felt tears fall down his cheeks when he heard a loud bang behind him and the ground shake. He turned to see the droid, the one that had tried to kill him when he was young and locked away in that hatch before his parents died. But this time, Din knew there was no Mandalorian coming to save him. And just like everything around him, he was going to be destroyed.

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Din let out a small gasp as he jerked awake. He heard a small sigh next to him and suddenly realized where he was. He was on the Crest, in his bed with her. She was asleep next to him, her head resting on his shoulder and hand placed on his chest. Din let out a sigh of relief when he realized that she was safe. It had only been a horrible dream. Nothing more.

Her body against him was warm, the blanket strewn lazily across their legs. His bed wasn’t very large which made it so they were in very close proximity. He couldn’t see much in the dark, more accustomed to it than she was but still feeling partially blind. He knew she couldn’t see a thing with the door to his cot closed, making it pitch black. Part of Din wished he could have just the smallest bit of light so he could look on her, but that was too risky when he didn’t have his helmet on. He could feel her anyways, and that was good enough. The feeling of her chest rising and falling with each breath she took was a reminder she was alive and there, with him. And with his arm around her, he knew she was safe, even if it was only for this moment.

But then he remembered earlier. He shouldn’t have left her alone. He should of given in to her nagging and let her come with him. At least he would of been able to keep an eye out for the kid and her. Keep them safer than he had. The first time Din left them and somebody attacked her. The very bounty he was meant to catch had found her and she had to deal with the repercussions of that.

Din felt horribly for the way she felt. The guilt seemed like a blanket weighing down on her and Din had to admit he was slightly shocked by her reaction. He had trusted her to stay alone because he knew how strong she was and that she could take care of what she had to. Din had seen her before, knew she wasn’t afraid to do what it takes to protect herself and the kid. The first day they had met she had killed in order to help the kid and him and it didn’t seem like she was phased at all by it.

But today was different. He could tell that killing that Klantooinian had done something to her. But Din couldn’t tell why. It wasn’t just her being shaken up. And Din didn’t even think she felt guilty per say, like she shouldn’t have killed him. He was a danger to the kid and she was a fierce protector, much like Din. So what had bothered her so much about it?

Din thought maybe it was the way she killed him, having to do it with her hands instead of the blaster. But even the manner of death confused him. Ever since they had been attacked weeks and weeks ago, she had always kept a blaster on her side, attached to her hip like it was just a part of her. She slept with one under her pillow, kept one in the refresher even, just in case. And when Din walked into the Crest, the blaster had still been on her hip. It hadn’t been lost or used against her. She could of used it instead of choking him. It would of been easier and considerably less strenuous.

But even if she was in a situation where she couldn’t use it, Din didn’t know if he believed she had choked him. The creatures neck had no markings. If she had choked him enough to kill him, it would of required a lot of pressure. Enough to bruise him and leave a fresh mark of finger prints against his skin. But there was none of that. His neck was a little red, but not enough to indicate that anything substantial had happened. Choking a man like that also would of required a lot of strength. And while she was strong, he didn’t know how she would of had the ability to overpower him and keep him down long enough to get the job done.

So Din was left contemplating what else may of happened. He considered that maybe the child had used his abilities. He had seen the kid try to choke Cara that one time. But the kid looked like he was going to pass out before he could finish the job. And if the kid did do it, it made no sense that she wouldn’t tell him about it. She knew about the kids powers and knew that Din was aware of them. She would of been shocked by them, but she wouldn’t have lied to Din, not told him about what the kid had done. And when Din had come back, the child was wide awake, bustling with energy. It didn’t seem like he had exerted any energy and every time the kid used his powers, it took a lot out of him. The kid hadn’t looked like he had lifted a finger.

Which meant it was her. But, how did she do it? Din had looked over the body and there was nothing. No blaster marks, no stab wounds. No bleeding or bruising. No marks. Nothing. As far as Din could tell, the guy had just dropped dead. But that was impossible. Something had to have been done. Something she did. But Din couldn’t think of what it was.

But, the thing that was driving him crazy the most was that she wouldn’t tell him. He knew that she trusted him on some level or another. But perhaps he had overestimated how much she had. Maybe a woman like her would never trust a person completely. And Din couldn’t blame her for that. But it also hurt because Din trusted her with ever fiber of his being. So why couldn’t she tell him? What was she keeping from him?

Din shook his head, trying to rid himself of these thoughts. It would do him no good to dwell on it. It would only drive him nuts. Maybe one day he would ask her about it or maybe one day she would trust him enough to tell him. Din could wait for that day. For now, Din was just going to thank the galaxy that she was okay. Din pulled her in a little closer, hearing her let out a little noise but not waking her. He nervously placed a small kiss on her head and closed his eyes. And he whispered one thing, one thing he didn’t know if he’d ever have the strength to tell her while she was awake.

“I love you, cyar’ika.”

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Din was in the shower and had just turned on the water, which meant if you were going to do this, you had to do it now.

You haphazardly threw all your important belongings in your bag. Din had mentioned his bounty had a small ship of some kind and it wasn’t too far from the Crest, perhaps only a few hundred feet. It would be hard but if you ran fast, you might be able to make it before Din realized what was happening. You had told him to take a nice, long relaxing shower and he had said once he was done, he had to go into hyperspace to turn in his bounty on some planet.

You heard a little squeak behind you and paused. You turned to look over at the child, who was sitting upright in his hover pram and staring straight at you. You swore that the child knew what you were planning, his face turned into a contemplative frown, his eyes looking at you with confusion. He reached a hand towards you and you turned away, knowing you couldn’t look at him more. It only made what you had to do harder.

You had to leave. For so many reasons.

You couldn’t help with the kid in the way you needed to. In the way Din didn’t even know you needed to. You were a Jedi, but a weak one. One who didn’t even want or really know how to use her powers anymore. Only using them for violence. You couldn’t trust yourself with your ability. You would never harm a hair on the child or on Din, but you feared so badly you would lose control like other Jedis had done before. That you would hurt the very things you loved most. And that wasn’t a risk you were willing to take.

You also knew how close Din was to you. How much he trusted you and the risks he was willing to take for you. And you weren’t worthy of that. And Din deserved someone better. Someone who didn’t have so much baggage and someone who didn’t need for him to constantly be there. He should be showing his kindness and compassion to someone who deserved it. And the longer you stayed, the longer you’d be dragging Din further into your mess. He would open up more and more, only to be hurt. Because you knew you couldn’t keep this secret forever. And this secret would hurt him.

You considered yourself a strong woman, even from a young age. Your family taught you to be resilient. Your grandmother taught you to not take shit from anyone, to be a force to be reckoned with. Your mother taught you to be kind but to also protect yourself. Your father taught you to be a hard worker and an honest person. You were usually able to protect yourself from others and make the right decisions. And a moment like this required you to be strong against your own emotions and feelings. You loved Din. You loved the child. You wanted nothing more than to stay with him and be with him. To protect and cherish the little family you had been given. But, you needed to make the right decision. You had to protect Din and the kid from yourself. There was a reason you were alone for so long on Yungbrii. Because everyone you loved got hurt. And nothing had led you to believe that the same thing wouldn’t happen to Din and the kid, whether it was by your hands or someone elses.

You slung your bag around your shoulders. It was heavy, but you tried to take only the necessities. You avoided the child’s gaze as you turned. “I’m sorry, kid. I really love you. And your dad. But I need to go.”

You felt tears prick at your eyes as you reach one hand up to the necklace around your neck. You pull it over your head, looking down at the sigil. You turn it over, reading the engraving on the back one final time. Your eyes close and you take in a deep breath. Your feet stumble over to go to Din’s cot, turning off the light and laying the necklace on his pillow, the very one you both had rested your heads on last night. You close the door, hoping that maybe Din would just think you were sleeping a little more. You turn towards the hatch of the Crest, taking a step forward when you hear the child let out another small noise. But this time you don’t turn around. You just open the door of the Crest.

And run.

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Krayt’s Teeth

Bargaining with Beskar, Chapter 3 (The Mandalorian x f!reader)

The sound of crashing and shouting was hot on your tail, the other hunters had followed you and were gaining fast. You saw a light rapidly approaching ahead of you, and the two of you burst out into the brilliant daylight to the worst possible place: a dead fucking end.

Rating: Explicit

Word count: 6.7k

Content warnings: Canon typical violence, killing in self defense, headcanon angst, FLUFF, sensory deprivation, body worship, oral sex (f receiving).

A/N: These are my headcanons regarding Mandalorian culture in terms of sex, I didn’t find much lore on it so whether it’s accurate or not idk but I like them and that’s all that matters! Enjoy~

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You could have slept forever, even on that horrible little cot you were so comfortable that you could have been out for days, but the only one on it was you. You did’t know when Mando got up from the tiny space you both shared through the night, or how he managed to get out from your tangled bodies without waking you up. You opened your eyes to tiny green baby hands tugging at your fingers.

“Hey booger, is it time for breakfast? Where’s your papa?” You started to sit up, but the horrible sticky mess underneath you made you reluctant to move, a mix of passion and pain from the day before. “Yikes. I’m gonna run all his water out if I have to keep using the fresher. Come on, let’s get scrubbed up.” The baby gibbered excitedly at you, though you weren’t sure how much of what you said he actually understood. You scooped him into your arms without looking back at the sad little cot and all its stains. “You’re water proof, right?”

The ship’s engines were rumbling away, so you guessed tin man was up in the cockpit flying you towards your next bounty. Or Nevarro. You would have to find Mr. Mystery later, the grossness that was you had to be dealt with. Between you and the child your shower took forever, the two of you getting water and soap bubbles from top to bottom. You didn’t care. You had been on Tatooine for months without having a real shower, being consigned to the sonic freshers that vibrated the sand off of the moisture farmer’s bodies; and this was the second real shower you’d gotten to have in twice as many days. You spent a good deal of time trying to get your chatty friend to hold still long enough to be dried off, the little fart squealing with joy every time you went for him with the towel.

An ordeal later you were both fresh and presentable, but your host was still nowhere to be seen, though the ugly sheets had thankfully disappeared from view. The ship was quiet now, without the engine running you knew you had to be back on the ground, and you could hear a distinct hum of activity coming through the walls. Space port? He flew us into town? The thought was replaced immediately with a rich, savory smell coming through the air vents: FOOD! Your gut grumbled loud enough to resonate through the cabin and earn you a confused look from the baby. When was the last time you really ate? You’d been living on ration packs for the last couple of days. That was going to change right now.

“Ya hungry buddy? Me too! Maybe that’s where your dad is, hmm?” Grabbing your old backpack and hooking the baby under your arm you started punching buttons on the wall to get the door open, sending walls sliding and cabinets opening before you got one of the access ramps open. Bright double sunlight nearly blinded you, and on reflex you covered the baby’s giant googly eyes. It took a moment for your own to adjust to the radiant light of the Tatooine morning, and the smell of cooking food hit you like a ton of bricks, making your mouth water. As your eyes adjusted you were able to take in your surroundings: though it was bright outside you were parked low inside a maintenance bay, the walls of which soared high above you; littered with engine parts and humming with droid activity. Sound was the last input your hungry brain could process, but when it did you didn’t like what you heard. The sounds of an argument echoed around the hangar, high and shrill.

“I already told you, you can’t park here! You’re bad for business!”

“I just need to park here long enough to get supplies.”

“Well you’re gonna have to pay up, Mando! I’m not running a charity here! You got credits for supplies you got credits for parking! Up front this time!”

Oh no.

Of all the mechanics and docking hangars in Mos Eisley he had to pick this one. The fireball of a woman barely came up to your partner’s chest, but she made up for it with unbridled fury; and the giant cooked animal leg she was swinging around like a club between bites made her look even more formidable. She noticed you coming down the ramp and stopped grilling your comrade long enough to glare daggers through your skull.

“Oh NO! No nope nuh uh! You can turn right back around and get back on that ship, missy! I knew it! I knew you were bad for business, Mando! What’re you doing running around with her? I hope she’s your bounty because she’s your problem!”

“Peli.” Your words were cold as ice, but the squirming baby in your arms took all the malice out of your stance. He wiggled until you set him down, and he ran towards the mechanic with open arms.

“Baby! You can stay but your dad’s gotta take the mean lady somewhere else! She cheats at sabacc!”

“You lost fair and square, Peli! Try playing a better hand next time!”

“Ladies please!” Mando cut through your bickering, holding his arms up between the two of you like he was trying to corner a pair of wild blurgs. “If I let the child stay with you for the day, will you let me park the Razor Crest here? Just for a couple hours?”

Peli bounced the child on her hip, offering him a bite of her breakfast. The baby squealed happily while he sank his little teeth into the mighty snack, though the size of it comically dwarfed his itty bitty hands. “I’ll tell you what, you let me keep him and then maybe I’ll let you park here in a week.” Mando cocked his helmet at her with disdain and she huffed loudly, “Well if you put it that way, I guess you can park here, but you gotta put five hundred credits down, and not a cent less!”

Mando reeled, stabbing his hands to his hips with indignation. “Five hund- absolutely not! What am I going to buy our-” You interrupted his tirade with a hand on his shoulder, waving a slew of credits in front of his eyes. Peli snatched them out of your hand, fanning them out like cards to count them.

“Who’d you cheat these outta?”

“Don’t worry about it.” You leaned casually against your metal man, eyeing Peli with a smug look on your face. “Let’s go, Mando. Bye baby green bean, have fun with Auntie Cheats-at-Sabacc!” You spun him around by the hand and dragged him towards the exit, ignoring the insults being slung at your back. “We are getting breakfast and that’s final!”

The Mandalorian allowed you to pull him along a few feet before grinding his heels into the sand, shaking his head. “You have to stay here.”

Now it was your turn for sassy head tilts. “I just paid for your parking, buckethead, that makes me in charge and I’m hungry! I’ll buy you breakfast too if you want.” He didn’t budge, fixing you with that intense stare of his and grabbing you by the shoulders.

“You are still being hunted. Mos Eisley isn’t safe for you.”

Ah.

You knew you could look after yourself, and he himself had compared you to a ferocious rancor just yesterday. You groaned loudly, “Shit balls of hell. But dad, I’m huuunngry!” The man bristled at your paternal harassment, sighing heavily and letting his helmeted head fall to the side like the world was ending. He glanced around the hangar exit, his shiny beskar snapping to each object of interest until he located a protocol droid corpse that was missing everything from the waist down. He strode over to it and held it down with one boot, yanking it by the head until it popped off. He began prying the droid’s vocorder apart at the mouth, pulling it wide until the droids face plate broke off with a snap! Tossing the rest of the logic processing unit to the ground, he held the face plate up to the light, inspecting the clarity of its photo receptor casings. He bent back down to the junk pile and fished out a stray wire to thread through the ruined audio processors, then tossed the finished creation to you.

“Put that on.”

You turned the makeshift mask over in your hands to check for sharp edges before you pressed it to your face. The bug eyes on the front were dirty, but you could see well enough. Before you could clean them more thoroughly you felt the weight of fabric on your head, his cloak now worn as your own. The thought of how you must look made you giggle. “You make me take my clothes off, now you want me to put clothes on. It never ends with you, Mando. Next you’ll be forging me beskar. Now can we eat something, please?” Without a word the armored man turned on his heel and walked out the hangar exit. I’ll take that as a yes.

Mos Eisley buzzed with life, people and animals and things you couldn’t explain made their way up and down the bustling streets. The smell of food led you to a vendor selling something that could have been a root vegetable, covered in herbs and spices and grilled to perfection. You couldn't wait, all thoughts of self-preservation went out the window as you hauled ass to the stand, waving two fingers in the air. When you had both of your prizes in hand you stuffed the savory veggie under your mask, sighing contentedly at the taste of real honest-to-Maker food. “Hey tin man, I hope you like... whatever this-” You turned to offer your partner something to eat, but he had disappeared from the crowd. “Alright... more for me.”

Taking a newspaper from the vendor you wrapped the extra snack up tight and threw it in your pack for later, continuing to chow down on your own. You would find Mando eventually, and you had credits to spend. You had held onto your hush-money for months to avoid suspicion, but now it was burning a hole in your pocket. Wandering the streets of Mos Eisley from merchant to merchant you began accumulating a small hoard of supplies, ranging from bacta to hand tools, and food. Whatever you could get your hands on that would survive hyperspace when you inevitably left this fucking dirtball for good; though you still weren’t convinced that you wouldn’t be making that flight in carbonite. You picked out new clothes and underwear, a much-needed bedroll, and some soft bantha-wool blankets. Something further down the marketplace caught your eye, and you made your way to the fancier items that glittered in the double daylight. You didn’t wear jewelry yourself, a poor choice of attire for a hunter, but the way the trinkets caught the light still made you wistful. Your hidden eyes danced over the glittering treasures; jewels and geodes that had been found deep in the sands and polished to a radiant shine.

You spotted something opalescent at the end of one table and found a pair of krayt teeth, each about the size of your palm. They had been sanded to a smooth, flat finish and carved with intricate desert patterns. The backs of them had tiny fittings that could be sewn on as buttons, or pulled off to reveal magnets. Something about their shape seemed familiar, though you couldn’t imagine why in that moment. You purchased the unique pieces anyway, something to remind you that even the harshest of places could hold hidden beauty. After a while you had so much junk piled in your arms that you could barely see over it, and tin man was nowhere to be found. You spotted a courier droid and paid for it to deliver your treasures back to Hanger 3-5, though you kept the pricey teeth in your pockets. With your arms free you started looking for your missing comrade.

The streets were busy with people, you would have to get somewhere out of the way in order to scan the crowds. Your eyes went from shimmer to shimmer, looking for his reflective chrome dome. “Big jerk,” you mused to yourself “‘Mos Eisley’s not saaafe...’ If he’s so worried then where the hell is he? Bah!” The scratched-up photoreceptor casings of your mask made it a challenge to see through the crowd, and you took a moment to adjust the iris apertures so you wouldn’t have to keep squinting into the double sunshine when you felt a hand on your back. Finally. “Mando, where have you-”

“Mando? Whos’sis man-do? Nah sssweetheart, I think you got me confused wi’ sssomeone elssse.” The slithering voice in your ear made your blood run cold. Not Mando! You rocketed your elbow backwards, connecting with the gut of the stranger on your back with an -oof! The hand let go long enough for you to make a run for it, and you tore off down the streets of the busy spaceport, smashing into bystanders in your wake. You cast a quick look behind you to see a large reptilian body flying after you, brownish scales catching the reflection of the noonday suns. Though you had your blaster, the risk of hitting a civilian was too great, so running would have to do. You were thankful for the courier droid that had freed your hands just minutes before as you barreled down the busy streets.

Market stalls flew past you, your boots kicking up sand and dust. The mask on your face, as dirty as it was, kept the debris from your eyes as you raced through the sunburnt city. You had to lose this fucker and fast. You turned down an alley, left, right, another right, leaping over supply crates and low fences like a lothcat. You turned to see if you had lost your chaser, breath heaving and heart pounding. Behind you was clear, but you took your eyes off your path for just a second too long, and were taken by surprise when a heavy weight fell on you from above.

The Trandoshan had gone over the low sandstone roofs, chasing you easily through the alleyways of Mos Eisley while you were none the wiser. He pinned you under him quickly, ripping your blaster off your hip and pointing your own barrel in your face. “Tha’ss enough, princesss! Nice n’ quietlike now. You gonna make me a pretty penny you are.” The lizard’s words dripped with metaphorical venom, though you were sure by the look of those fangs that real venom was probably right behind. “Ahm gonna cart yer arse right back to th’ Guild’n I’ll become th’ most famous hunter in th’ galax -urk!” With a sickening gag the hunter above you grew a shiny new fang in the back of his throat before falling down dead on top of you, a vibroblade protruding from back of his skull.

“Took you long enough!” You hollered at your chrome companion, who was stepping forward to kick the carcass off of you. “Where the fuck have you been? Getting your rifle polished?” He pulled you to your feet, handing you your blaster while readjusting the mask on your face. You swatted at his fussing hands, but when you looked at him you were shocked to see not one but three blinking bounty fobs dangling from his belt. On the ground by the dead lizard was a fourth, flashing rapidly in the sand.

“I told you you weren’t safe! We need to leave right now.” You were barely able to grab the remaining bounty fob while you were being tugged away by your allied hunter. He had a death grip on your hand, pulling you along behind him towards what you hoped was the docking hangar. You would have to cross the main street to get there, and as the pair of you plowed across the dusty, busy road there came shouts from either side. More hunters, fucking Guild! You didn’t have a single second to assess them before you were lead through an alley on the other side of the street. These were darker than the ones you had run through on the west side of town, and shady bodies moved quickly out of the way of your living locomotive.

At the end of a narrow alley you both burst through a door leading into an abandoned building. The darkness was almost worse than the blinding sunlight, you would need time for your eyes to adjust but the Mandalorian had enough sensory detection equipment that he ghosted through the ruinous building with ease; never once letting go of your hand as you tripped and stumbled through the dark. The sound of crashing and shouting was hot on your tail, the other hunters had followed you and were gaining fast. You saw a light rapidly approaching ahead, and the two of you burst out into the brilliant daylight to the worst possible place: a dead fucking end.

“There! Get down!” Mando pointed at a pile of rubble, probably big enough to hide behind, but that’s not how you handled business.

“Fuck you! I’m not going down without a fight!” You pulled your blaster out and aimed at the incoming assailants. He growled at you and stepped closer, putting his body in between you and the door. The reptilian hunters burst from the darkness of the warehouse, firing rapid shots of blaster charges that bounced off of Mando’s beskar. You fired over his protective arm, taking out the first one and tripping up the second, who fell over his cohorts limp body. Mando took shot after shot to the chest, reeling with each impact. His other arm cocked back and shot out, sending a wall of fire into the last of the Guild’s hired guns.

Both of you were panting, shaking and sweating from flying through Mos Eisley, but the sound of blaster fire would draw attention and you knew there was no time to waste. You stepped over the incinerated corpse, making sure the fob it carried was melted, the second body still squirmed in the dirt, and you weren’t going to let it get a second chance, firing your blaster through it’s scaly skull. You picked the remaining two fobs and stuffed them in your pockets, making a run for it back through the building with Mando right behind, the blaze of his flamethrower lighting your way.

You took a different door out of the building and were relieved to see the words ‘HANGAR 3-5′ painted in bright blue Basic straight ahead. You skittered through the entrance, rounding the corner and dropping down behind the edges of the hangar doorway. Mando did the same on the other side, both of you pointing your blasters back towards Mos Eisley’s dark heart. Bootsteps behind you made you snap around, and you nearly shot your mechanically inclined host.

“You kids have fun out there?” Peli stood over where you were hunched, and you lowered your blaster to the ground. At her feet your little buddy was holding onto her pant leg, making big puppy dog eyes at you. You looked over to Mando to make sure there weren’t any more coming, but he still held his blaster out ahead. After a few tense seconds he lowered it down until it was back in its’ holster, then pulled himself to his feet.

“We can’t stay any longer, we’re putting you in danger. Time to go, kiddo.” His charred beskar still shimmered when he bent down to pick up his adopted son, who chirped with delight. “Thank you for watching him.”

“He can stay any time! Oh and thanks for all the snacks you made that droid bring me!” Peli called after the three of you as your party quickly boarded the Razor, making you turn around and stick your tongue out at her. She happily flipped you off and started closing the ground entrance to the bay, letting you board the ship uninterrupted. Fortunately, the courier droid’s delivery had made it to the ship, though you couldn't help but notice a few of your most carefully picked snacks had been taken as collateral. Fucking Peli. As much as she infuriated you, there wasn’t another person on all of Tatooine that you would rather play sabacc with.

The old rust bucket rumbled to life, taking off into the midafternoon sky and pointed towards the stars. Finally! Bye motherfucker. The hazy atmosphere of the outer rim planet fell away below you until the light of the bright yellow world illuminated the Crest’s stern. The pre-Imperial scrapheap started howling with noise, and you were almost thrown to the deck when it blasted into the safety of hyper space.

Your heart was still racing and you struggled to catch your breath. Once you had yourself in order you started busying yourself with putting the supplies away, filling the food larder to capacity. The child was contentedly telling you about his day with his auntie in his cute baby gibberish, and you picked him up off the ground to give him a much needed hug, pushing your stolen identity onto the top of your head to give him kisses. You almost wanted to ignore the sound of heavy armored boots hitting the floor panel under the ladder, their wearer opting to jump down from the cockpit rather than climb. You could feel the fury coming off of him as he stalked over to where you were sorting your treasures.

“You could have been hurt! I knew it was a bad idea to let you go wandering around, even with your face covered. What if they’d caught you? I picked three of them off before you even saw one!”

“I had it under control, Mando! I’m not some princess that needs you coming to her rescue at every sign of a struggle. And you don’t get to let me do anything, you don’t own me!” The man under your scrutiny paced the cabin on stiff legs with his hands on his hips, helmet snapping with rage.

“I know you can handle yourself, but I need to protect you.” He said with a huff, “And that lizard was... he had you pinned down, had his filthy, scaly claws on you... Nobody should touch you like that! What if.. what if he... I- I- didn’t like that he was...” Listening to the sound of the gears jamming in his head made you realize the ridiculous thing he was trying to say.

“Are you.. Mando are you jealous?”

“No! I- I’m.. Cyar’ika I... ”

Oh no, you don’t get to be cute right now. “I don’t know what that means, Mando! What is that, some kind of sexy little pet name you use on all the girls you take underneath of you?”

“NO! I didn’t- I would nev- I’ve never had... There’s never been- no!” Oh how you wished you could see his face, watching him flail trying to defend himself from your accusation, he was probably white as a sheet under all that armor.

“Never what, Mandalorian?”

“I’ve never had anyone in this ship before!” The Mandalorian’s confession lost steam halfway through as embarrassment and fear crept into his throat, threatening to choke him with his own secrets.

“Wait.. wait wait. Never? You’ve never had anyone in this ship or...” You started approaching him, analyzing his visor for hints of meaning. “Or you’ve never had anyone at all?” The Mandalorian stopped his pacing, but his shoulders looked like they were carrying the weight of the galaxy. His silence told you everything, and the last piece of his puzzle fell into place. “Mando...was I your first?”

“Y-yes.” His visor tilted up to you, hands fidgeting at his sides. His voice was faint and sheepish, a stark contrast to the thunderstorm you were arguing with a moment ago. Your eyes were full of questions, all racing through your mind so quickly none of them made it to your mouth. The metal man answered them all for you in one singular motion, raising his fist to knock a couple times against his beskar helmet. His creed.

“So, what, you guys aren’t allowed to have sex?”

He sighed his heavy, trademarked sigh and plopped down on the nearest supply crate with a defeated thud, cradling his head in his hands. “No it’s not that. Not... not exactly. In Mando’a the word we use is me'dinuir. It means ‘to give’, specifically to give yourself to another. And... when you give yourself away to someone-“ He turned the black gloss of his single eye up to you, “-you belong to them. That is The Way.”

The weight of his words made your blood cold. He was jealous, but not just because that other hunter had put his scaly hands on you. Everything about his attitude around you suddenly made sense, the way he had looked at you when you were presenting yourself to him that first day, why he never threw you in carbonite when he probably should have, and how he had stayed with you through the night after you nearly died hunting his bounty. His mysterious way of life decreed that giving his body to you meant that he had also given you his soul, and that made you just as important to protect as his foundling.

Mando reached out to pat the fuzzy green head of the baby you were still holding, who gibbered sleepily up at his armor plated papa. “I’m sorry to put that on you, and I’m sorry for how I acted. You’re not my bounty anymore, and I shouldn’t try to control you. I understand if you don’t want to continue with me to the next bounty. You can take whatever you want from the armory when we land next. I’m.. I’m so sorry.” The monolithic man looked so tiny now, sitting on the edge of the crate with his shoulders hunched. He reached his arms out to take his infant son from you, hugging him to his blast-burnt chest and smoothing his massive ears. "I didn’t get to thank you for washing him earlier, he smells really good.”

You desperately needed to know more, though the sight of him fawning over his sleepy son made your heart swell. “I kinda got the feeling that you were rusty when we met, but that was actually your first time? And what does that mean ‘you belong to them’? How can you belong to me? I don’t even know your name.”

"It means that I’m now sworn to protect the one that carries my soul. I’m not asking you to do the same, you’re not Mandalorian.”

His words made you feel sick, ashamed that you had taken something so sacred from him without a second thought, but how could you have known? He could have stopped at any time, you were the one in cuffs that day, not him. No, out of trillions and trillions of sentient beings in the galaxy he chose to give himself to you, knowing full well what his heritage decreed. Why you? Arms crossed, you dug deeper. “You’ve never seen another naked body than your own?”

He shook his head. “Just... holo-vids...”

You were going to have to ask him about those later. “Nothing? You’ve at least kissed someone before though, right?”

“Kissed?”

Maker fucking help you. “Yeah you know, kissing? The thing you do with your... oh, right." You reached up and tapped him twice on the beskar. “You need your face to do it.”

He cocked his helmet at you. “Can you show me?”

The innocence of his question made you melt. Fuck you, tin can, you’re not supposed to be cute when you’re in trouble. You reached your hand out, demanding he give you his, and shyly he obeyed. You pulled his hand to your lips, unsure of how much he could actually feel through his thick leather gloves. You pressed his hand to your lips and watched his whole body snap straight. “Kiss, like that.”

He was staring at his hand like he’d never seen it before, and after a moment he pulled your locked fingers to his head, tapping his forehead with the back of your hand. “Kov’nynir, But we do it with our helmets.” At this rate you’ll be speaking Mando’a in no time. He still held your hand gently, running his thumb over your fingers. “I think I like your way better. Could... Could you do that again?”

So polite, maybe having him stuck with you wouldn’t be so bad. You pulled his hand back to you, giving him another soft kiss on the side of his thumb, and you heard the sound of his breath catching in his modulator. Your lips pressed to each of his knuckles, and then you turned his wrist to kiss his palm. “How’s that?”

“That’s amazing.”

“You like that? Watch this.” Addressing the bantha in the room would have to wait. You tugged his glove off, revealing the warm bronze skin underneath and kissed him again. The hitched breaths coming out of his modulator were honey to your ears, and you turned his wrist over to kiss his bare palm again, hunting for more sweet sounds. His body was so stiff, so tightly wound you thought he might snap. “Are you ok? Do I need to stop?”

“I- I- want to... Can... Can I try?” You nodded, your heart jumping to your throat at the thought of him removing his helmet in front of you, but instead he gently reached up to the busted droid face you still wore on your head. With a twist of a knob the armatures inside of the eye casings coiled shut, and when he slid the mask down into place you were thrown into total darkness. “Can you see?” You shook your head. “Promise?”

You sighed, long and frustrated. “I promise, dark as a sarlacc’s backside.” You were met with only silence. Then, after what felt like an eternity you heard the sliding sound of metal as the child’s pram shield slid closed, then the shuffle of armor being removed, and lastly the dull thunk of something heavy being set down on the crates. His hand found yours again, and he pressed his lips against your skin. They were hotter than you were expecting, and soft, almost plush. You understood right away why he was so rigid when you were doing the same, it was amazing. Gentle kisses made their way over the back of your hand and made heat flood through your veins. He moved slowly over each joint, following the same pattern you had shown him, then turned your hand over and kissed at your fingertips. Something fuzzy brushed along with his lips, and you imagined that he might have a mustache. The shivers that crept their way up from your captured hand knocked all the strangeness of your conversation out of your mind, but when he reached your wrist he stopped.

“Where else do you kiss at?” You nearly fainted at the sound of his unfiltered voice, a rich baritone that dripped with dark intentions and stole all the words from your mouth. You could only point with your other hand at the forearm attached to the hand he held. Again you felt his lips on your wrist, then slowly, inch by agonizing inch he made his way up your arm, each kiss slower than the last until your toes were curling in their boots. When he reached the edge of the tunic’s sleeve that hung at your elbow he paused again. “Where else?”

“Everywhere.” Your tormentor hummed at your consenting words and let go of your hand to run his palms down your clothed thighs. When he reached your knees he pulled on their joints, bidding you to bring your legs up over his lap. When you were seated on him he resumed his trek up your arm, kissing at the crease of your elbow and then upwards over your tunic until he reached your shoulder. When he got to your neck you almost buckled over, but his hands were at your back in an instant, wrapping heavily around your waist. Your own hands made their way to the nape of his neck, and your fingers found the edge of his hairline that you had felt before. To your delight you felt that the tousled curls went all the way up, and you tangled your fingers in them, exploring their softness while he explored you.

His journey led him up your neck to the base of your jaw where he nipped gently at the sensitive skin like you had done to him last night, sending a fresh wave of goosebumps from your head to your toes. When his nose bumped the edge of your mask you were suddenly aware of how silly you might look with your big bug eyes. “Can I take this thing off?” you asked in a whisper. “I won’t look.”

“I have a better Idea. Hold on tight.” You dug your hands into his shoulders and felt his arms wrap under your legs as he stood up, lifting you with such ease that you wondered if he felt your weight at all. His boots echoed through the cabin until he stopped at the other end. You hung on for dear life while he climbed the ladder with you still wrapped around his front. When you both reached the top you let yourself unwind from him and scooted on your butt over the floor, listening to the sound of him pulling himself all the way up. You remained seated as your host fussed around the flight deck, the noise of buttons pressing and switches being thrown the only input to your deprived senses.

You were only unattended for a moment, then his hands found your waist, fishing for the edge of your shirt. The tunic was pulled up and over your head, taking your mask with it, and you squeezed your eyes shut to protect his modesty; unsure of what his unconventional oath to you included in the fine print. Your diligence was rewarded with a kiss on your forehead, then down to kiss both of your closed eyes, and then lastly to your lips. The searing heat of his mouth on yours threatened to throw your eyes open, but when they fluttered all you saw was darkness. The transperisteel’s blast shielding had been closed, and the only light in the cockpit came from a handful of illuminated buttons on the dash.

He was lying over top of you on the metal floor, one arm wrapped under your neck for support. The cold decking under you was uncomfortable, but you couldn’t be bothered to care, letting yourself be consumed by his kisses and becoming drunk on the scent of leather and adrenaline. The soft fuzz of his facial hair tickled slightly as he pressed into your lips, and you couldn’t help but smile. Your hands went to his face, running your thumbs over his cheeks and feeling what you weren’t allowed to see. His face was scruffy but not unkempt, and the bristles went all the way from his jaw up to the bottom of the defined nose that bumped against your own. You felt the creases on the corners of his eyes, wishing you could see his smile lines and all the stories they would tell.

You kissed him back, letting your tongue glide over his plush lips and making him inhale sharply. You licked into him again, and this time you were met with his tongue as well, just the faintest touch of its tip. He hummed in your mouth, and the sound of him so close made your belly pool with heat and your kisses bolder, sending your tongue deeper into his mouth until he was almost vibrating with the sensation of you exploring something as forbidden as his human body. He mirrored you as best he could, rolling the smooth muscle over your lips and the edges of your teeth until you were both lost in each other’s taste. He pushed his forehead against yours, pulling his mouth away with frantic breaths that spread fire over your skin. “Everywhere?”

You pushed your lips against his again, giving him an ambitions ‘Mmhmm’ as an answer. His growl made the hairs on the back of your neck stand on end, and you realized where his goal was. He kissed and nipped his way down your throat, letting his tongue glide over your skin. He made his way to your breast, taking its’ tender tip between his teeth and making you gasp. He sucked at it gently, rolling his tongue around it while it grew harder for his efforts. The hand not under you groped at your free breast so it wouldn’t be ignored.

"Beep!”

An urgent chime echoed in the tiny space, the hyperdrive indicator was flashing its countdown warning: 10 minutes remain.

The Mandalorian’s growl on your breast made your blood turn to ice and your core flush with heat at the same time. He wanted to devour you, taste every single inch of your exposed skin, but time was not on your side; and he became a man on a mission to prove himself worthy of you. Bristles dragged over your skin as he slid down your belly until he hit the edge of your pants. They were yanked off so fast you briefly worried about the krayt teeth that were still in their pockets, but you didn’t have long to think before Mando was poised over the apex of your thighs, kissing at each leg to make his intentions known. Those must be some good holo-vids you’re watching, tinman. You let him push your legs apart with his chin, receiving a soft kiss on each one once they were far enough apart for him to stuff his face in between.

Your back arched, hard, followed by the most ragged moan you‘d ever heard escape your throat. The grip on your thighs kept you in place as he lapped at your clit, sucking and teasing in an experimental way. His inexperience didn’t seem to matter, his hunger for you fueling his efforts and making you squirm in delight. Your hands sought desperately for something to grab onto to keep yourself grounded, finding his lovely curls to bury your fingers in deep. It was all you could do to hold on for dear life, tangling in his hair and struggling to breathe as he worked you into a frenzy.

The noises coming from below your waist were heavenly, wet and greedy in between his hums of contentment. It took you a while to realize they weren’t hums at all, but alien words of worship being prayed at your sinful altar; but the blood pounding in your ears and the gasps from your throat were too loud for you to hear his devotion.

“Beep beep!” Five minutes remain. Fuck.

The Mandalorian’s efforts doubled, running his tongue almost too quickly in his attempt to eat you alive. You let your hips grind into his mouth, begging him to bring you your release, and it wasn’t long before he succeeded. Stars flashed behind your eyes as you came into his hot open mouth, but he refused to leave until he had drank his fill of you. Eventually he pulled his face away from your spent heat with agonizing slowness, as if he would rather drown than address the impending drop from hyperspace. He kissed at your shaky thighs, your soft belly, and each breast before pressing his lips into your panting mouth, pushing the taste of you onto your own tongue. His breath was ragged, and you could feel the sweat of his brow where it was pushed against your face.

He lifted away from you, and the weight of the handmade mask was draped over your face, making you groan with the displeasure of your passion being cut short. However, once it was in place, it was almost immediately pushed under by strong fingers to lift its edge, and you were given one last kiss to swear his promise of return to you.

“Din. My name is Din.”

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