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myfandomprompts · 2 years

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𝐀𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐝 𝐱 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 | 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐖𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐀𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐖𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐌𝐞

Summary : You are a lady from high birth, daughter to an important man of the court. You were raised in King’s Landing along with the Targaryen princes. You always felt close to Aemond, as you had much in common. But he always seems so inaccessible to you, particularly as he grew up. Now you make the decision to leave, and Aemond is not really happy about it. AO3 - Masterlist

Warning : Angst, fluff, eventual smut, possessive behaviour

You were in your chambers, having that time of the month. You hated it, y ou could spend hours walking around in your chambers waiting for the pain to go away, to finally disappear. The heat over the capital today was suffocating, and you could hear the Red Keep buzzing with activity beyond your door while you struggled to breathe.

You had sent away all of your maids with the desire to be alone, but the knock on the door that resonated slightly after came to trouble your moment of peace.

You painfully walked to the door to open it, only to discover Aemond standing behind it, arms crossed behind his back, like he always was. You were astonished by how composed and mature he had become since Driftmark, how respectable and dutiful he had become, with you at least. Despite his not very talkative nature, he had an appeal about him that you were not indifferent to. He and his brother were very different, like the sun and the moon. And you liked the moon, its soft light, its calm appearance…

You like how he smelled, how protective he was of his family, how proud he was of his dragon Vhagar, and the way he smiled when you made public remarks about people of the court without them noticing. He had always listened to you, whenever you two were alone or among your family or friends. You always felt like the most important person in the room, and this since you had arrived in King’s Landing with your father as a child.

“My Prince,” you bowed, breathing heavily, trying to still yourself as you winced from the pain. You were failing at the task, but at least you were still able to make conversation.

“My Lady, is this a bad time?” he looked at you concerned, your hand grasping your stomach, not harbouring the elegant demeanour you usually wore.

“To be honest, I had better days, but this is a burden I will have to carry each month unfortunately, and from which I will be relieved of only if I am with child or old enough,” you sighed with a smile.

Your words did not reassure him, making him uncomfortable even, but he stayed there regardless, itching to take your arm to hold you steady. But he restrained himself, not wishing to push his luck.

The book he wanted to take from you laid on the table, opened. You both studied under the same instructor at times, and he liked listening to you about your latest reading. But today was apparently not a good time to be in your company. Part of him wanted to relieve you of the evident pain on your features, be there for you. Those were thoughts that had been plaguing his mind since he was of age to understand his true feelings for you, feelings he had to hide. For now.

“Is there anything I can do to help you?” he said after you handed him the book.

“Nothing more than the maesters are already capable of, but I thank you my Prince,” you smiled at him through a quiet whine. Not wishing to bother you more, he reluctantly left your apartments.

“Fetch some tea for Lady Y/N, some cinnamon cake with cream and bring it as soon as possible,” he ordered a maid that was passing, and although she said you were on a strict regime as instructed by your father, Aemond’s menacing look was enough to make the maid run to the kitchen. He knew you liked cinnamon cake, he had noticed during feasts, you always went for this particular flavour. This was one of the many things he knew about you.

It was a great day. The Princess gave birth to two healthy twins, silver-haired and purple-eyed. As the bells rang and days were spent in feasts, you finally managed to visit the new mother’s chambers to see the twins by yourself, their father, Aegon, nowhere to be seen. Helaena was seated next to her children, watching them tenderly as they were already opening and closing their eyes, curious of their surroundings.

Aemond was standing near the fireplace, not missing your entrance. He said nothing ,as always when you greeted Helaena and went to pick up the boy from his cradle gently, praising both of the twins for their good health and beauty. You liked children, and you adored Helaena, she was sweet and always mindful of her friends, that you were happy to be part of.

“He is such a beautiful boy Princess, and I can already see how Jaehaera will make knights fall at her knees,” you smiled.

“Do you not think he resembles my father the King?” said Helaena happily as you put Jaehaerys on closer to your chest.

You watched him closely, taking in his sweet eyes, tiny hands and silver hair. He was a true Targaryen, he already has common features with his mother, but also with another. Features you would recognise anywhere, a face that you had affection for.

You looked confused for a moment, then your gaze went to Aemond already looking at you very intensely. You tried to appear as composed as possible, your heartbeat quickening.

“He sure does, I am certain that he will be as wise as his grandsire,” you replied. However you felt your head spinning, descending into chaos.

Helaena, who was content that you agreed with her, watched you put back Jaehaerys into her arms before going to the newborn girl and softly caressing her cheek in an admirative manner.

“I will leave you in peace, I will try to come to see them this evening if you allow me,” you stated, your voice shaking a bit.

You needed some air. Now.

Helaena nodded with a smile and you made your way out with a reverence. As soon as you were in the corridor, you sighed in relief, gathering your thoughts.

The boy certainly had Targaryen traits, but was not sharing the features of his father. In fact, what struck you the most was that he did remind you of a certain one-eyed Prince. Your heart sank in your chest, not able to put words over what you felt.

You heard footsteps behind you, Aemond’s walking so recognisable to you.

“I believe you are feeling better, my Lady.”

You turned, putting a calm smile on your face. “Yes, I do, I thank you for your concern. I did not have the opportunity to express my gratitude for the food you sent me. It was... very sweet of you.” You smiled weakly, not having to explain how you knew it was him.

As you answered him, however, he felt your uneasiness, looking everywhere but at him, eyes frantic, your breath heavier than usual. He was right. You had realised something back in his sister’s chamber, something he did not wish you to even fathom. So he chose to directly ask about the subject that had him chase after you in the first place.

“Y/N, you are the smartest person I know, and I know you well. I saw your eyes when you looked at the children. I don’t want you to believe what is not there-”

“Please,” you interrupted, closing your eyes as you inhaled in order to settle yourself. “You don’t have to do this Aemond, lie to me... I will never betray you if it is what you fear. This is...”

You could not find the words. You had always seen him very close to his sister, and you had chosen not to see it. Maybe it was because of your feelings for the Prince, but now that you were standing in front of the facts, obvious to your eyes, it had suddenly become real. Maybe what you had turned a blind eye to all these years were true, their closeness, and you felt like you were on the edge of fainting. You didn’t want to discuss it, it saddened your heart too greatly.

“I am not lying to you Y/N,” he said as he took a step closer to you. “I swear this to you, whatever you may believe, the last thing I want is you to be mad at me for something that I did not do. It is simple.” His tone was almost imploring, and you felt his eye glance quickly at your lips before rising up again. You shivered, but refused to let his actions unsettle you.

“You could at least have the courtesy of being honest with me, Aemond. For the sake of our friendship,” you said, seeking the comfort of his closeness, but restraining yourself to give into it, “This is dishonesty that is the most likely to make me walk away from you.”

Aemond kept staring at you silently, then he suddenly grabbed your hands into his. “I cannot lie to you Y/N, believe me when I say that these children are not mine.”

You watched him intensely, the words finally uttered. You knew him since you were children, and even now, you didn’t know if you believed him. He had never lied to you, this was true, and maybe that you truly wanted to believe in his words, more for your own sake, but you knew that you could never be sure. You will always feel this uncertainty, clouding your mind.

However you nodded, willing to indulge him for the time being, not able to stare at his imploring gaze any longer. It made him tighten his hands over yours and sighed in relief.

Months later, you were preparing for your departure for Dragonstone.

Your father had allowed you to go there for a time in order to learn from the maester there, knowing how eager you were to add more to your knowledge, as you had always taken interest in medicine. You were also excited to see the heir’s children, Jacaerys and Lucerys, close friends of yours that you have not seen since they went to live on Dragonstone, along with a close relative to your mother, Ser Lorent Marbrand of Ashmark. He was her direct cousin, and a member of the Kingsguard since as long as you could remember. But in truth, you had hastened your trip because of only one reason: to escape the feeling you would get when you were in the presence of Aemond since the twin’s birth.

Sometimes you would watch him train, as you always did, because you loved to, it was enticing. Other times you would dine with his family, conversing with him on interesting matters. But on other occasions, when you were watching him from afar, your heart ached, because you didn’t know how you felt about him. You loved Helaena and the children, but you couldn't help yourself but think that maybe, maybe it was a possibility, that all that the Prince had said to you was all a lie. So when you realised that those feelings for him wouldn’t go away, you decided to force it, and go away yourself. Only for a time, you thought, it might work.

“Are you abandoning me my Lady?” asked Aemond as he watched you get into the carriage, among several other court members who would join your journey.

His tone was detached, but you know him enough not to be fooled by his calm behaviour. “It is only for a time, I will return soon enough.”

You didn’t know if he seemed more sad or angry, but you couldn’t turn back now. The people around you were busy saying goodbye to each other, not paying attention to you both, and Aemond took this opportunity to speak to you more freely.

“Do you remember, the night after I claimed Vhagar, what you told me as I was still recovering from what that b-,” he stopped himself, biting his inner cheek. “From what that boy did to me?”

You watched him with sorry eyes, knowing his resentment for his nephew. “I told you that I’ll always be there to heal your wounds, and that our friendship shall never end,” you whispered, lost in the memory.

“And now you are going away,” he was forced to look up at you because of your higher position on the stairs, but his eye was still full of emotion. You rarely saw him express any emotional state, but in the end, you could still read him so well.

You reminded yourself of the personal reasons for your departure, the concern you hid from him during these last months, and you had to battle tears from filling your eyes. “We were only children, Aemond, many things changed...” you said as you saw him lower his head, hiding his face from you. “I will send you ravens, I promise.”

Aemond flinched at your words, but he finally took a step on a railing, took your hand, kissed it graciously, and then turned away, taking his place near your father to watch your party leave.

You felt your cheeks become pink, and you clumsily turned away and entered the carriage. You didn’t miss the smirk that Aemond wore on his face as he saw you this flushed. Yes, many things had changed, but not his childish dreams about you. He swore to himself that next time he sees you, he will tell you everything, everything you meant to him.

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fallenclan · 4 months

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TW death and blood and whatnot but it’s moon 205 so what do you expect

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The day had been so, so bright, and now the scent of blood nearly choked out the sun.

Flyspots felt Wormshade flinch against his side at another yowl of pain, cut off suddenly by what was surely the end. The camp was too flooded by noise and violence to know who it was for sure, but Flyspots could only hope that it wasn’t a young warrior dying before their time, that their kin didn’t have to see them go. He hoped it was fast. Not everyone had the luxury of a quick death today, he thought grimly, glancing behind him at Salmonskip.

Wormshade had managed to drag her here, into the cover the pair of mates had found at the start of the attack, after the dog that had fastened its jaws into her had let her go, apparently bored once its prey had grown too weak to fight. Even now, with the wound in his neck weeping and tears and blood splattered across his face, Salmonskip tried to stand. Wormshade was quick to return to her side, motioning for her to stay down. Flyspots followed, for once quiet.

“Well?” Salmonskip asked frantically, her breath wheezing with the effort. “Did—“

“I didn’t see Moosefall, not fighting nor on the ground.” The /injured or dead/ part of the last statement remained unspoken, though you could hear it in the roughness of Wormshade’s voice, the wetness of its eyes. “Your sibling or Brackenwing, either. And don’t even worry about Jumblepaw. I saw Rustbee leading the apprentices out before we hid, so she’s safe.” Though there was little emotion in Wormshade’s voice, anyone could see the words brought some semblance of comfort to the younger cat. He finally stopped his fruitless attempts to stand, and the tears flowed a little slower as Flyspots laid his tail on her ginger and silver back. He could feel a tear of his own slip down his cheek, and he spent one moment wondering how Wormshade could seem so calm, even now. But it’d always been that way, hadn’t it? He could remember its old mantra— Flyspots, we both know you’re dramatic enough to have enough emotions for the both of us. But he knew Wormshade always felt just as much, if not more, as he did.

“Yeah, what he said,” Flyspots said after the sounds of fighting from beyond the outcropping of stones that shielded them got too much. “Everyone’s gonna be fine.”

He jumped as Salmonskip released something resembling a laugh, his yellow eyes fluttering closed with pain and exhaustion. “Everyone but me,” she whispered, and Flyspots couldn’t quite tell if the words were bitter or not. He saw Wormshade lower his head out of the corner of his eye.

“Can you…” she paused, eyes open again, clearly struggling to speak now as her voice failed her. “Can you at least lay with me while I die?”

Flyspots could not bring themself to respond at first, too shocked and overwhelmed and devastated, but Wormshade’s reaction was quick and short. “Of course,” it rasped, and lowered itself beside the bleeding molly, only hesitating a moment before resting his head on her flank. After that, Flyspots was quick to nod, to begin to lie down in honor of her request.

His belly hadn’t even touched the ground when the dog thrust its head around the rocks and grabbed him.

The pain was so great that he couldn’t breathe, couldn’t scream, but he heard Wormshade wail as he clawed desperately at flesh, trying to do anything to stop it. But it was too late, and everything went black.

•••

When he woke up the pain was gone, the sounds of the battle muted, but he saw the blood on the ground. He was still here, in this blood-soaked camp, and yet he wasn’t truly here. He rose, feeling lighter, stronger than he had in fifty moons, and met Salmonskip‘s eyes, saw her cheeks glimmering with tears that shone as stars on her ghostly form. But her fur was clean of crimson.

He hadn’t laid beside her as she died after all.

Flyspots didn’t look down, he didn’t want to, he dreaded seeing his own body lying lifeless. Instead, he scanned his surroundings, the ceiling of the cave. In death, he could somehow see the stars through the rock that separated the clan from the stars. As he watched, he spotted a brown flecked form leaping upwards, before disappearing in a flash of light. Beefreckle, the name appeared in his thoughts, and the realization sent a sensation so strong through his chest that he thought he was dying a second time. His kit. His little boy was dead.

Salmonskip’s voice broke him from his shock, and when he looked at her once more, he found her watching him with sympathy in her eyes. “I was waiting for you, to go up there,” she said, jerking her head in the direction of the stars. “We can go now, if you’re ready.” He couldn’t go, though. Not yet.

When he found the strength to look down, avoiding looking at the body his spirit had left behind, his gaze fastened to what he’d been searching for. Wormshade. His mate was a few steps away from where he’d died, his sides rising and falling shallowly despite the wounds that decorated his sides and face and the blood that matted his dark fur. Flyspots stepped towards him, settling against his side, curling his tail around his back legs and settling his head down, listening to the faint sound of his breathing.

He didn’t hear her, but he could feel Salmonskip grow closer. “I know. He’ll be with you soon, but… it’s going to take him a while.” Flyspots knew. Somehow, he could sense it, could sense Wormshade slowly drifting. Slowly dying. The elder’s eyes were open, ever so slightly, but Flyspots couldn’t tell if it was conscious or not. Oh StarClan, he hoped not.

Flyspots curled a paw against Wormshade’s side, but he couldn’t feel his fur, or his warmth, only the pressure of something stopping his paw from going further. “Can we wait?” he asked suddenly, twisting his neck around so he was looking at Salmonskip. She was still crying stars.

He could see her hesitate, but after a heartbeat, she gave a slow nod, and sat down.

He didn’t know how long the two waited, but after a long while, Wormshade stirred.

The black tabby didn’t speak as he lifted his head, looked down at his corpse, saw the two ghosts waiting for him. It simply rose with Flyspots, pressed its head against his, gave Salmonskip a nod. Then the three leapt up through the stars.

Hours later, when the couple sat alone, still unused to the stars in their pelts as they watched the clan below them grieve, Flyspots asked his beloved a question.

“Are you sad that we’re here?”

Wormshade raised his head to meet his eyes, silent for a bit, lost in thought. Flyspots didn’t mind, of course, taking a moment to study him. The shimmer in each cats’s pelt were different colors, he’d realized. Salmonskip had glowed pale green. Flyspots sparkled with a hint of sky blue. And Wormshade, in death, was dusted with gold. It clashed a little with his amber eyes, but Flyspots thought it might have been the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen. He’d never cared for things that matched, anyways.

“No,” Wormshade responded, voice even and calm. “We were old. It was going to happen regardless.”

Practical. It always was practical. But still, it wasn’t enough for Flyspots. When was it ever? “Did it hurt?”

The silence was longer this time, and Wormshade’s voice was quieter when he answered. “Yes. So much.” The tabby breathed. He closed his eyes. He lifted his face upwards. “But that’s okay.”

And then he leaned against Flyspots’s side, and— oh. He understood.

It was okay.

Anyways I will never be the same <3

Wormshade is my favorite so even though this takes place through Flyspots point of view this is really a memorial to him. I included Salmonskip as well because Moosefall is my third favorite and I figured I’d pay homage to his mate

WUGHGGHH??? AUGHHH??? OH MY. FUCKING HOD. this hurts so bad. the sentence "His little boy was dead" actually gave me a visceral reaction. YEOWCH

#fallenasks #fallenfic #smoothsands #cat death tw

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anm3mi · 1 year

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lUNAE LUMEN ─ NETEYAM ⊹ ִֶָ

contents. fem!metkayina!reader, fluff

notes. "lunae lumen"; moonlight✨✨ tonowari and ronal's children 🤝 sneaking out 24/7 and covering for each other

the glowing moon swam in a sea full of tiny stars upon the dark sky, as its light reflected against the small waves, creating a pleasant scenery. something you could never get enough of, even if after spending your entire life observing it. the pulse of the ocean was steady and peaceful, the waves slowly creeping towards the shore and retrieving back with the same elegance.

feeling your feet bore through the sand, you took a long breath in, inhaling the strong mixed scent of salt and brine, when you walked alongside the beach. the awa'atlu village was quiet, as the night has taken over hours ago and everybody was resting. but unlike the others, you were curiously exploring your land, collecting seashell and small rocks you found interesting.

when the village went to sleep, it was time for you to finally take a moment to breathe. the second the sun begun to set, you couldn't wait for your parents, the clan leaders, to stop throwing piercing looks at you, as they silently studied all you moves. you needed to take the heavy weight off your shoulders, even if it was just for a few hours.

for those few hours, you could let go of your role as the so-called perfect child of tonowari and ronal, the older sister that put everyone other than yourself first and the future tsahìk. so many responsibilities for someone so young, yet you never dared to open your mouth and complain.

you could feel the coarse sand stick to your skin as you lowered her body on the ground, watching the glistening water with soft eyes. holding in your breath, you slowly closed your eyes, carefully listening to the sound of the ocean, which calmed you down. laying down on your back, you finally let out a long shaky breath, before your eyes fluttered open. the bright stars caught your attention and you smiled gently.

once again, you closed you eyes, letting the feeling of freedom sink in, as the cool breeze caressed your body. your mind went blank for the first time in the day, as you only focused on the sounds of water. you were so consumed by the land's beauty and the peace you felt at the moment, you didn't acknowledge the presence of someone new.

your expression twitched in confusion. your eyes fluttered open, before letting out a shriek at the sight of a na'vi towering over your body. pushing yourself off the ground as fast as possible, you swiftly took out your knife and backed away from the person that startled you, heart beating fast. at your quick movements, they raised their hands in surrender, offering an assuring look. squinting and focusing your eyes on the figure, your threating expression fell at the recognition.

"...neteyam?" tilting your head to the side, you questioned, your voice laced with confusion. putting away your knife, you furrowed her eyebrows, "what are you doing here? it's late." crossing your arms over your chest, you announced. "i could ask you the same question." mimicking your stance, neteyam crossed his arms over his chest. the two of you stared at each other for a few seconds, tension lingering in the air.

"shit." you thought to yourself, breath hitching inside your throat. "i can't believe i'm going to say this, but please don't tell my parents." taking a quick step closer, you begged, as you knew the insane trouble you'd be in, if your parents found out. neteyam couldn't help, but continue to stare at the younger girl in front of him. he has seen you around, heard things about you and even spend some time with you, when his family arrived to their village, as you helped him get used to your ways of living.

he understood the situation you were in, because he was the same exact situation. even though he was no longer the next olo'eyktan, he understood the pressure and struggle that position held. neteyam even took a notice of the way you were protective of your two younger siblings, often taking the blame for them. especially ao'nung.

"the stars look so different here," looking up at the sky, neteyam begun, "they're brighter." you stared at him in pure confusion, as the older boy continued to gape at the stars. "can you not see the stars in the forest?" you questioned with curiosity. "you can," neteyam broke his gaze away from the sky, his eyes meeting yours. "but not this much."

that night, something changed. you and neteyam managed to talk until the early sunrise. well, it was a mixture of talking, observing the scenery and basking in the comfortable silence between the two of you. you found out the two of you had more in common than you thought, and with that, your nights were no longer so lonely. every once in a while, neteyam would sneak out to see you, even if it was just for an hour or two.

throughout the day, you would steal glances at one another and as the time passed, your heart would skip a beat everytime he would look your way. for the first time in your life, you felt like you found a person who understood you. someone you have to pretend to be someone you weren't in front of. most people saw you as the leaders' perfect daughter, but in reality, you were shy and often scared. scared of the future, scared of what others might think of you if you happen to fail, afraid the boy you developed feelings for could never return them.

it was a late afternoon, the sea was calm and the sky was clear of any clouds. you were sitting on the shore, accompanied by tuk and kiri, neteyam's younger sisters. earlier that morning, neteyam, lo'ak and his parents went out on a hunt with the metkayina people. kiri and tuk stayed back, and once you noticed the duo playing on the beach, you joined them with an excited grin. after all, your parents weren't there to scold you.

"kiri! y/n! let's go swim!" tugging on her sister's arm, tuk begged. "in a minute, tuk." kiri explained, as she was preoccupied with taking in the land's nature. "i'll come with you." getting up from the ground, you announced with a soft smile, offering your hand to tuk. for the first time in a while, kiri looked up at you. "i'll take care of her, i promise." you assured the older sister, who nodded in response. "be careful." kiri simply added, but her words fell on deaf ears, as tuk was already making her way into the water. "let's go, y/n!" tuk excitedly shouted, dragging you by your hand towards the sea. at that, you let out a breathy laugh. you couldn't help but notice how much tuk reminded you of your own younger sister, who loves to spend all her time in the water.

the two of you continued to play in the water, diving in to look at the different plants and creatures. everytime time something new and interesting would catch tuk's attention, she'd emerge from the water, curiously asking you what it was, as you would always happily answer.

"you're too fast!" tuk exclaimed, when you emerged from the water. noticing tuk struggling to stay above the water, you swam closer, gently grabbing her by her forearm to help her stay afloat. "do you maybe wanna go back? we can come back later--" your offer was interrupted by an ilu suddenly emerging beside the two girls. both you and tuk let out startled gasps, as you pulled the younger girl closer to your chest. but that's when you two noticed the ilu wasn't alone.

"neteyam!" at the sight of her brother, tuk called out with a grin plastered across her face. your alarmed expression softened. "do you need a ride back?" neteyam offered with a gentle expression, and tuk wasted no time before getting on top of his ilu. neteyam's eyes switched from his younger sister to you, as you only smiled in response. you were capable of swimming back with no issue, or you could call for your own ilu, neteyam knew that, but how could you decline such offer from him?

you swam a bit closer, which neteyam took as a yes to his answer, holding out his hand for you. you accepted it, a strange feeling growing inside your stomach when your hands collided. you were now sitting behind him, while tuk was pressed against his chest. "you should hold on." one hand having a tight grip on his ilu, he used his other to pat the side of your thigh, before using it to hold tuk in place.

your eyes widened at the sudden physical touch, something you weren't used to. thank eywa, neteyam couldn't see your flushed expression, when you carefully placed your arm around his waist and silently hoped he couldn't feel your fast-beating heart against his back.

soon the trio surfaced from the water, where both neteyam and your families were standing on the shore, after they all returned from the hunt.

before your parents could notice your not doing your assigned chores, you quickly let go off neteyam's waist and got off his ilu, marching out the water. you joined your sister's side, who greeted you with a caring smile, before all of you begun to walk away together, followed by your parents. suddenly, you came to a stop and swiftly turned around. "neteyam!" you called out to the older boy, causing not only him, but also his family to turn around with confused faces. the two of you only stared at each other. you softly raised your brows at him, and neteyam immediately knew what you meant. he send a quick nod your way, before turning his attention back to his family, as you did the same.

you turned around with an excited grin on your face, which caught tsireya's attention. the younger sister smiled to herself. "don't think i haven't noticed you sneaking out at night." she teased, her voice low. "but don't worry, i would never tell mom and dad. and ao’nung--" before tsireya could finish her sentence, she was interrupted by ao'nung himself. "i won't say anything as long as you keep covering for me." bumping into your shoulder, he simply explained, causing the you to roll your eyes, before you threw your arms around your siblings' shoulders, both on each side. "even though it's disgusting watching the two of you--" ao'nung begun, but was interrupted by you, when you placed the palm of your hand on his face, pushing him away.

rhe night has finally rolled around, and you got more excited with each passing minute. you couldn't stop smiling at the thought of meeting up with neteyam. as you were thinking about the older boy, you suddenly stopped everything you were doing. when exactly did you start feeling this way? when did you begun to get so excited about hanging out with Neteyam?

you tried to shake off the consuming thoughts, as you took one last bite of her dinner. "i'm done." swiftly getting up, you announced. your parents exchanged confused looks at how quickly their daughter finished her food, while the rest of the family had more than half of their plates full.

you quickly disappeared and made your way towards your bed, plopping down with a soft thud. turning your back to face the entryway, you held your hands close to your chest, being able to feel your fast heart rate. your expression twitched. as hard as you tried to deny your feeling, you couldn't. neteyam was on you mind so much, you couldn't help, but be annoyed at times. not at neteyam, of course. at yourself.

you'd constantly doubt yourself and question your feelings. maybe the feelings you had for neteyam weren't romantic. maybe you only liked the fact he listened to you and understood you in a way no one ever did before. the thoughts kept replaying in your head like a broken record player, and without even noticing, the night has taken over. you carefully glanced over your shoulder, noticing her parents and siblings sound asleep. you quietly got up and successfully sneaked out.

taking a one last look at your family, you bit the inside of your cheek, before walking away. as always, you felt a bit paranoid, constantly glancing over your shoulder. once you reached the beach, you let out a long breath you were holding, your shoulders slumping, as you got lost in the view of the glistening water.

snapping back to reality after a minute or two, you begun to walk further, your heart beating with excitement and your stomach tightening with anxiety. suddenly, you were startled by a noise coming from behind you, causing you to look around, the fear of your parents catching you worrying you. still walking, you gulped down, slowly turning your head to watch your feet once again, but you were stopped when you collided with something- more like someone.

your heart skipped a beat, as you landed on the ground with a thud. letting out a groan, you looked up, your shocked expression twitching. "neteyam?" you mumbled, rubbing your forehead after it has made a harsh impact with his chest. "y/n! are you okay?" kneeling down next to you, he asked, earning a simple nod in reply. "yeah..." you let out an breathy chuckle.

silence fell over the two of you. standing up, neteyam offered his hand to you, as you accepted it carefully, like if his hand was supposed to burn yours if you touched him. but instead, a shiver ran down your spine, when he helped you up. neteyam looked up from your intertwined hands, meeting your bright eyes instead. at his stare, you softly smiled. usually, you'd be the first one to glance away, but not this time. this time it was neteyam, who felt a strange, yet warm sensation at your gentle look, as your hands were still intertwined.

"netey--" you begun to speak, but was interrupted by the same noise behind you that you heard a short while ago. with wide eyes, the two of you looked back, noticing a suspicious movement. grabbing you by your shoulders, neteyam slightly pushed you back against the trunk of a tree, hiding away from the view of the possible person. tension remained in the air, as the the two teenagers continued to stare the direction of the movement, but no longer seeing anything.

with the coast clear, you turned your head back to neteyam, who's eyes were still on the shore. your mouth was slightly agape, as you glanced at his lips for a mere second, before looking away, when you felt your face burn with his hands still protectively over your body. "let's get out of here." neteyam announced, his eyes finally meeting yours. his determined expressions fell, when he noticed how close your faces were, blinking rapidly.

"awh, is neteyam scared of getting caught?" sudden wave of confidence washed over you, as you teased the older boy with a smirk. without a response, neteyam rolled his eyes, before grabbing your hand and pulling you along with him. your confident expression shifts for a second, but instead of breaking under his simple touch, you intertwined your fingers together. two can play the game, you reminded yourself.

every once in a while, you'd steal glances at neteyam's shining skin underneath the moonlight and his face, silently adoring him. if only you knew he could feel your soft eyes on him, his stomach twisting every single time.

after walking in a comfortable silence, you finally arrived at the place, where you've been meeting up for the past couple of weeks. without a single word, the two of you sat down, your eyes stuck on the scenery in front of you. you appreciated the comfortable silence, yet yku had the undying need to break it somehow.

"you never told me why you were here." you begun, earning a confused look from neteyam. "hm?" tilting his head slightly to the side to look at you, neteyam hummed. "the first night we met here." his expression fell a bit at your explanation. "oh," neteyam looked away, his gaze falling on the ocean in front of him once again. "i didn't think neteyam - the perfect son of Toruk Makto would do such things as sneaking out in the middle of the night." nudging neteyam's shoulder, you teased, but your smirk disappeared as soon as you noticed neteyam's furrowed brows.

"i'm just messing with you, nete. i know what it's like." neteyam's reaction to your nickname went unnoticed by you, as you continued to speak. "i know what it's like to be the perfect child, never making any mistakes, following the rules, protecting your family..." in an attempt to assure the older boy, you said. "it's okay to take a break." your words echoed in neteyam's head. it's okay. the first time someone wasn't mad or disappointed at him for doing someone that wasn't so right.

neteyam could feel his brain pounding against his skull, as he turned his head to the side to look at you. he opened his mouth to speak, but nothing came out. sneaking out and breaking the rules was wrong, so why didn't he feel bad? why didn't neteyam feel bad for sneaking out to hang out with the girl, that has captured his heart?

as he continued to stare at you, you slowly put your hand on top of his, before your lips turned into a small, yet soft smile. "no matter the reason, i'm glad you went here that night." your smile only grew. "i'm glad too." neteyam finally spoke. "never thought i'd spend weeks sneaking out at night just to meet up with you." it was now neteyam's turn to tease you, as your soft expression turned into a playful one. "yeah right, i forgot that we can only hang out at night. how scandalous it would be to see the two of us together in the broad daylight." the two of you laughed together at your dramatic words.

you continued to giggle, as neteyam carefully studied your side profile. if he could, he'd engrave this moment in his head for forever. "it's worth it." neteyam suddenly blurred out, his eyes boring into yours. your laughter died down, as you took in the boy's serious expression. a lump formed inside your throat at how close his face was and how his eyes didn't dare to look away. the tension only grew.

you couldn't help but think about how you spend your entire life putting everybody first. always prioritizing feelings, needs and wants of others. so, this one and only time, you decided to put yourself and your feelings first. just this once.

your mouth fell open, a shaky breath filled with anxiety escaping, as you glanced at neteyam's lips. which, obviously, the older boy seemed to catch, before doing the same. you could only hear your rapidly beating heart, pounding against your ribcage, as if it was about to escape any minute.

leaning in, your noses brushed against each other's, before you came to a stop, thinking if what you were about to do was a good idea. but before you could get your thoughts to calm down, you were interrupted by neteyam's lips crashing into yours. at that moment, all your worried thoughts disappeared, as you closed your eyes and melted into the kiss.

pulling away, the two of you stared at each other with unreadable expressions, before going in for another kiss, this time a more passionate one. your hands made their way to neteyam's chest, as his sneaked towards the back of your neck, pushing you further in, like he wasn't able to get enough.

placing your legs on each side of his hips, you were now slightly hovering over neteyam, both of your hands cradling his cheeks. slowly, yet surely running out of oxygen, neteyam pulled away, heavy breaths escaping his lips. his eyes were still shut close, while yours wandered all over his burning face, taking in his features.

as soon as his eyelids fluttered open, you couldn't help but grin, as neteyam soon did the same. the two of you continued to look at each other, before letting out a heartfelt laugh. "i wanted to do this for a while." you quietly admitted, just enough for neteyam to hear. "oh, is that so?" raising a brow, neteyam smirked, earning a playful smack to his chest.

laughter, once again, echoed on the empty beach, falling on deaf ears, only for you and neteyam to here. both of you felt like you would explode from the pure bliss any time soon. lacing your arms behind his neck, you slightly tugged on neteyam's hair. but instead of throwing a teasing look at you, neteyam fell down on his back, taking you down with him. "netey--!!" you shrieked in response, but it was too late. you crashed into his chest, as you two laid down into the sand, staring at each other with pure admiration. "i told you it was worth it."

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tfc-does-arts · 18 days

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Updated Anthro designs! Still not too sure about Saint... but the rest, I'm very proud of! Details about them, and a full line-up will be under the cut!

Also I see some of you, curious about what's up with Monk: and here's your answer: Monk is also Nightcat here! I made these designs before the Watcher was revealed. Also, I promised myself I'd hold back on making a Watcher design until we see their powers.

MONK - He/They

16 years old

Little Brother to Survivor, of course. Gourmand is their Auntie!

Aroace

Transes this little guy's gender.

Aside from being quiet, they're just a sweet lil guy.

They have some pet lizards... one of which is a red lizard named Jewel.

The bag contains snacks!

SURVIVOR - They/them

22 years old

Older sibling to Monk, of course.

Panromantic asexual

Sees a lot of themself in Big Sister Moon... often just sits with her to vibe.

Dating a scavenger named Blue! Only Blue is allowed to use she/her with them.

Found two slugpups while wandering with Blue, and is taking care of them, with Auntie Gourmand's help.

HUNTER - She/it

24 years old

After making it back to No Significant Harassment, Sig realized that Hunter was so fast that they could remove the rot before it became too late.

Lesbian

Why are its legs plantigrade? Well, she was a test tube baby!

Can't really talk, an unlucky strike from a scavenger cut her throat.

It knows sign language though, and have lengthy conversations with Spearmaster, who's like family to her.

Wants to help Five Pebbles out.

GOURMAND - She/her

38 years old

Aunt to Monk and Survivor

Bisexual

INCREDIBLY good at cooking. Can turn basically anything into a meal that can fill you for a while.

Dating Artificer, helping her heal from her deeply broken heart with kindness.

That and she will just hold Arti until she calms down from seeing red.

ARTIFICER - She/her

35 years old

Mother to Bubble and Seafoam, both are deceased.

Lesbian

Gourmand found her about to kill a scavenger. She hadn't even noticed the large slugcat until she was lifted in the air, arms pinned to her sides. Gourmand held on despite all the struggling, giving the scavenger time to escape... but it was only when Arti finally stopped struggling was she set down and talked to.

Under the long clothes, she's underweight.

Nobody really sees her eye underneath her hat... but Gourmand has. It always flusters her when Gourmand compliments her.

She's... hesitant towards slugpups. Her terror of losing her own still sticks with her.

Gourmand helps her a lot... she hopes one day she can repay the kindness she feels as though she does not deserve.

SPEARMASTER - They/it

31 years old

Aroace

Like Hunter, because it was a test tube baby, its legs are plantigrade!

Most messengers have their iterator's insignia on their person. In Spear's case, the amulet on their choker is the symbol of who their creator is.

Working with Hunter and Seven Red Suns to try and help fix Pebbles, or at least get him out of his superstructure before it collapses.... even if it itself is reluctant.

Pretty chatty actually! They and Hunter's conversations can go on for hours.

RIVULET - Any

27 years old

Polyamorous Pansexual

This little guy has been many places, though their favorite places to visit is the region that surrounds the iterator Chasing Wind.

They never stay in one place too long, but they always make sure to visit whenever possible.

Though you see him less than Saint, she's still always willing to tell the latest gossip... Very popular with the Scavenger King's group in the Outer Expanse to learn what scavenger politics are going on.

The only one who knows what Saint is capable of and takes it incredibly seriously.

SAINT - They/them

26 years old...?

Aroace

Quiet. Not mute, just... very quiet. Prefers listening over talking.

Very rarely do they ever show up. But it feels as though they're more... waiting for something.

Really only ever talks to Monk.

Some iterator logs think they saw Saint leaving Sliver of Straw's can... but that's not possible. Saint is still young. Sliver's death happened so many cycles ago....

ENOT/INV/??? - Any

???Adult???

What is even going on with this guy.

Never front facing... somehow.

Hurts for Moon to look at her for too long... other iterators get a malfunction in their systems.

Often found in deep in the Subterranean... most likely getting snatched by Train Lizards.

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wild-karrde · 1 year

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In Command - Part 6

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A/N: As always, thank you to the wonderful @teletraan-meets-jarvis for beta-reading and encouraging me when I get paranoid about things.

Chapter Rating: T

Warnings: panic attacks/PTSD, Fisk being a general creep

Word Count: 5.5k words

She was racing through the forest, blaster bolts whizzing by her head. The vines and brambles tore at her clothes, and her long hair stuck to her neck and face. Her breath came in short, frantic gulps as she inhaled the heavy humid air, fighting the panic rising within her. The lightsaber in her right hand hummed against her palm as she slashed through the foliage around her that was slowing her down.

They were coming.

A branch near her head exploded with blaster fire, and the splintering wood sliced her cheek and cut open her shoulder to her collarbone. She tasted blood and sweat in her mouth, but still she ran.

Why would they do this?

As she reached an especially thick group of vines, she swung her lightsaber once more, frantically cutting at them, ripping her way forward with a frustrated scream. After what felt like an eternity, she sliced through the final knot of shrubbery and raced into the open, tripping over a root sticking out of the ground. Her lightsaber flew from her hand as she fell forward, powering down and embedding itself in warm sand. She scrambled, pushing her body up. Her calves were burning as she struggled to stand, recalling her lightsaber to her hand with the Force.

There’s no sand on… where am I?

The thick forests of Kashyyyk had faded around her, replaced by a beach that stretched out before her, white sands being lapped at by gentle blue waves. The blaster fire behind her had faded, and she felt an eerie calm come over her in its absence. It was silent as she walked towards the water, her boots slipping in sand.

Too silent.

She stood at the edge of the waves, the water brushing the toes of her boots. She strained her ears to hear anything, a birdsong, a shout, the sound of a ship, but she was met with only the gentle sound of the waves.

Suddenly, she felt a presence at her side. Turning, she saw the clone trooper with the Jaig eyes on his helmet, his blue and white armor glinting in the sun. Wordlessly, he pointed, and she followed his finger to see a moon hovering in the twilight sky.

No, not a moon…

She opened her mouth to ask a question, but before she could utter a single word, the sky erupted with green light, and an explosion blossomed in front of them, engulfing the entire sky with fire as the planet disintegrated beneath their feet. The shockwave and explosion raced towards them. Senna felt an eerie calm fall over her as she reached out her hand to the trooper, and he took it as the destruction approached. She looked into his helmet, and he raised a hand to remove it, his thumb slipping under the lip just as the searing heat and light reached them-

—

The sound of a soft yelp startled Rex awake. He sat up in his bed for a moment, trying to still his breath to better listen in the dark to see if he would hear the noise again. His eyes briefly flicked to the comm on his nightstand, but as usual, it was frustratingly dark. Before he could allow his disappointment to fester, another quiet whimper shattered the silence.

Senna.

He threw back the covers, feeling around in the dark for a pair of trousers to throw on before he raced up the stairs. He didn’t know what was haunting her, but he didn’t want her to have to endure it longer than she had to.

When he reached her door, it was cracked open, and he paused for a moment, wondering if she’d woken herself up. A moment later, he heard rustling followed by a muted scream, as though her mouth was clamped shut. He rushed inside.

Senna was in her bed, her hair sticking to her forehead and her body drenched in sweat. He could see the veins in her neck, and her hands were fisted in the sheets as she thrashed, trying to fight off whatever was chasing her in her dreams.

He didn’t have to really wonder what that was.

Rex hovered over her, unsure if his touch would be welcome until he saw a tear leak from the corner of her eye. Her whole body shuddered with another mournful whimper, and that dissolved whatever was left of Rex’s hesitation. He sat next to her on the bed, tapping on her bedside lamp before gripping her shoulders and gently shaking her.

“Senna, wake up. You’re dreaming.”

She awoke, sitting up abruptly and gasping. Sweat trickled down her face and her eyes were wild with terror. Rex reached forward, cupping her cheeks, and it was as if she finally saw him sitting there. She blinked rapidly, her voice catching in her throat.

“Rex… I…”

“I know,” he murmured. “I know. But it’s alright now. You’re safe.”

Senna unleashed a sob, tipping forward and covering her face with her hands. The muted mantra that Rex had heard her whisper before finally became clear as she rocked back and forth, trying to steady her breathing in between the sobs that wracked her body.

“I am one with the Force, and the F-Force is with me. I am one with the Force, a-and the Force is with me.”

The same thing Ahsoka whispered to me on the Venator. When she was trying to wake me.

The words had often echoed in his mind over the past year, and it brought him a certain comfort and feeling of connection to Senna hearing them now. Scooting closer, Rex wrapped his arms around her hesitantly. Senna had no such hesitation in reciprocating, flinging her arms around him and burying her face in his chest. Rex felt himself relax into the embrace as he felt her tears against the skin of his shoulder. Her fingertips dug into his back and shoulders slightly, as if she were afraid he’d disappear in a waft of smoke and leave her alone in her nightmare again. Rex rested his chin on the top of her head, gently stroking her hair and rocking her as she worked to calm herself.

“It’s alright, Senna. You’re safe.” He repeated the words over and over again, hoping they’d bring her some reassurance. Eventually, the puffs of breath he could feel against his chest slowed, and Senna sat back, wiping at her eyes and sniffling.

“Order 66 again?” Rex asked quietly.

She nodded, clearing her throat. She ran shaking hands through her hair, trying to smooth her wild brunette waves as she took another steadying breath.

“Do you want to talk about it?” he asked.

“No,” she rasped, her voice raw. “I’m sorry. Not yet.”

“Don’t be sorry,” he whispered. Placing his hands on her shoulders, Rex gently eased her back onto her pillows, scooting forward so that he was sitting closer to the head of the bed, his hip brushing her shoulder. She folded her hands across her chest, taking another deep inhale, closing her eyes and holding it before releasing it slowly. When her eyes fluttered back open, she gave him a small smile.

“Thank you.”

“Will you be able to go back to sleep?” he asked.

“I think so,” she whispered.

“Good. Don’t forget you’ve got a hot date with Fisk tomorrow.”

She grinned, and some of the light came back to her eyes as she rolled them at him. “How could I forget?”

Rex returned her smile, giving her arm a squeeze. “Alright. Good night then.”

He pushed himself to a standing position, but Senna reached over, catching his arm in a firm grip. He paused, looking down at her. He expected to see a playful glare, but instead, she was chewing her lip, struggling internally with something. Finally, she met his eyes.

“Would you stay?” she asked, almost too quietly for him to hear.

Rex hesitated, and she noticed, seemingly receding into herself. “Nevermind,” she mumbled. “That was silly.”

“No. I can stay.”

The words escaped Rex’s lips as though they were a reflex, clearly surprising them both. The two of them watched each other for a moment.

“If you’re sure,” he clarified.

Senna nodded.

Rex flexed his fingers nervously before walking around to the other side of the bed. He stiffly sat on top of the covers next to her, interlacing his fingers on his stomach.

“Are you not going to sleep?” she asked, her voice slightly teasing.

“No. No I will.”

She scoffed. “Don’t be ridiculous then. Get under the blankets. We’re all adults here.”

He raised an eyebrow at her. “Are we? Because this is starting to feel like a sleepover.”

She rolled her eyes again, turning away from him and turning the lamp back off as he slipped under the sheets. Silence hung between the two of them, and he started to wonder if she’d managed to fall back asleep until she whispered again.

“Rex, this may sound like a strange request. But, can…can you hold me please?”

He was thankful that the lights were out since he felt like his cheeks were suddenly on fire. But as he lay there, he could feel the bed shake slightly and realized that Senna was still trembling slightly, not fully free of the fear that her nightmare had wrought. His desire to comfort her overwhelmed his nerves.

“Uh…sure. If you’re comfortable with that.”

Rex slowly rolled onto his side, sliding his right arm under her pillow and scooting closer so her back was pressed against his chest. Senna reached behind her to grab his left arm, pulling it across her. He could still feel her shaking as her fingers locked around his arm, and he pulled her closer.

“I’ve got you,” he rumbled quietly. “You’re safe.”

“I know.”

After a few moments, he felt the tension slip from her shoulders as she rested her hands against his arms, and slowly, he felt himself relax as well. Eventually, he felt her breathing begin to deepen, and soon she was gently snoring, her hair slightly tickling his nose as he too began to drift off. It had been so long since Rex had slept with another person, and even longer still since it hadn’t involved more carnal activities. But in this moment with Senna tucked against him, it felt as though his body relaxed for the first time in years, as if having her sleeping form next to his would guard against the nightmares that chased him as well. It didn’t take him long to follow her into slumber.

Just before he drifted off, he mentally noted her skin smelled of sandalwood, and he wondered if it was her soap or perfume before sleep took him.

—

“Rex, are you sure you understand how to work this thing?”

The captain glanced up at her through his eyebrows, trying to keep the frustration out of his voice. “Yes, you’ve walked me through it at least three times, Senna. It’s going to be fine. You’ve got to stop worrying.”

Senna glared at him. “That’s rich coming from you.”

He sighed, turning the device over in his hand as he walked through her instructions again. “Fine. You’ll get the disk off of Fisk somehow and get it to me without being noticed, I slip it into the copier on this side.” He touched the slot that ran along one edge of the device before flipping it to gesture at an identical slot on the other side. “The blank disk will be in this slot. From there, I’ll hit the designated pre-programed copy sequence you coded by hitting this button,” he continued, jabbing at the conspicuously red button, “and then wait until the red light stops flashing, which indicates that the copy is complete. From there, I carefully eject both disks to ensure that I don’t corrupt either, and you’ll swipe the original and slip it back on Fisk before he knows it’s gone.”

She chewed her lip, clearly still harboring some nerves. “Ok, I think you’ve got it.”

One corner of his mouth pulled upwards into an amused smirk. “I would hope so. You made it almost insultingly simple.” He’d never seen her so concerned, and he found it odd considering the amount of preparation that had gone into this.

“I don’t like that you’re doing it and not me,” she explained, her eyes flicking back and forth between the copier and his face.

“Well, it might be obvious if you’ve got a blinking, hodge-podged disk copier under the table.”

Her nose wrinkled. “You know, that’s not my best work, but I would hardly call it hodge-podged,” she muttered, trying to shove past him, but he grabbed her shoulder as she passed, turning her to look at him. Her brows were knitted together in a scowl, but he didn’t miss the way her teeth dug into her lower lip, a nervous habit he’d started to notice. He loosened his grip, resting both hands on her shoulders.

“Listen, you’ve done great getting this pulled together. Now, you need to trust me to do my job. You just do yours and charm Fisk.”

She groaned, some of the tension leaving her shoulders as she rolled her eyes. “I’m getting less and less excited about that prospect.”

“At least it’s a prospect.”

She punched him in the arm. “Not exactly an abundance of time to pursue a romantic partner here, you know.”

He grinned. “I’m not judging.”

The joking appeared to have set her a little more at ease. She gave him a nod.

“Ok, you’d better get going. You’ve got to make sure you’re there and settled before he and I get there.”

“Alright, alright,” he muttered, donning his hooded poncho and a face mask before turning towards the front door of the dwelling.

“And Rex?”

He paused, turning to look back at her. Her arms were crossed, and it was clear she was still nervous, but what she said next took him by surprise.

“I just wanted to say ‘thank you.’ For last night. It was the best sleep I’ve gotten in a year.”

He nodded, flexing his fingers at his sides. “Anytime. I mean…” He floundered for words, his thoughts racing.

Best sleep I’ve gotten in a year too. Maybe longer.

“I know what you mean,” she replied, giving him a desperately needed out. He nodded, glad his face was mostly hidden by the mask. He turned and exited the dwelling, trying to keep himself focused on the task ahead instead of how his stomach had fluttered at the memory of her sleeping in his arms.

—

“Are you there yet?” Senna whispered into her comm as she rounded the corner near the cantina.

“Yes, I’ve been here for fifteen minutes. I’m on the east end of the bar. Easy to miss unless you’re looking for me.”

She checked her reflection in a shop window as she passed, smoothing her gown and picking at her sleeves nervously again. “And you’re sure he skipped going to the comm tower?”

It was clear Rex was trying to keep the exasperation out of his voice. And doing a poor job of it. “I tailed him until he was well beyond the hub. He’s in a hurry and he definitely still has the disk with him.”

“He’s in there now?”

“Got here about five minutes after me.”

“Great,” she muttered. “Alright, radio silence from here on out.”

“Roger that.”

She clicked off her comm, placing it in her dress pocket. Suddenly, it felt like her heart was racing in the silence. She wiped her palms on her skirt, taking one last deep breath and tucking a stray wisp of hair behind her ear.

Time to do my job. Rex’ll do his.

Senna had chosen this cantina specifically because she doubted many other Imperials would frequent it based on its reputation, and as she finally laid eyes on it, she was confident that assumption was correct. The cantina wasn’t much to look at on the outside with flickering neon and a dirty exterior, and the inside didn’t do much to impress either. Senna could smell the smoke of cheap herbs and fried food as soon as she passed through the doorway. The space was dimly lit, and some quiet jizz music was playing from a few crackling speakers in one corner. The entire room felt as though it was covered in a layer of dust, and the upholstery on the chairs and booths were all somehow different shades of green. The place might have had some sort of divey charm if her stomach hadn’t been doing flips from nerves. She noted the hooded figure at the bar that was nursing a glass of whiskey and tapping his pinky finger on the bar, the signal they’d discussed so she could identify him easily. Spotting Rex gave her some comfort, and she rolled her shoulders, letting some of the tension slip from them.

As she continued to scan the room, Senna spotted Fisk in the far corner, waving a little too enthusiastically at her. Squaring her shoulders, she plastered a smile on her face and approached him.

“Wen! It’s so good to see you again.” She allowed her hand to slip into his. He turned her this way and that, his eyes hungrily roving her figure. She had purposefully chosen a dress that accentuated her curves tastefully while providing a less than modest view of her cleavage.

Want him to think I’m interested while not throwing myself at him. Men like him enjoy a bit of a chase.

She kept her smile in place as he finally leaned forward to embrace her.

“You look stunning, Valla! Thank you so much for agreeing to meet with me.”

“Well, you were so persistent, how could I say no?” she laughed lightly. “Wasn’t sure you’d want to come to this place, but it’s one of my favorite little dives.”

“Nonsense,” Fisk replied. “I’ve always enjoyed perusing the local establishments, even if they are a bit run down.” He couldn’t keep all of the disgust out of his voice. “But perhaps next time, you’ll allow me to choose.”

“Only seems fair,” she replied, and he chuckled in return as he pulled out a chair for her.

“Please,” he said, gesturing at the seat. She sat down, leaning forward so the low cut of her dress was directly in his eye line. He stared gratuitously.

Well this is going to just be too easy.

“So, where’s Lon this evening?” he asked casually.

Senna did her best to stifle the smirk that was threatening to tear across her face at his very obvious fishing. “Oh, he’s out with some of his friends at their usual haunt across town. The Dust Bowl I believe it’s called?”

“Ah yes, that place.” Fisk did little to hide his distaste. “Well, I’m glad you opted to meet me here rather than join him.”

“He rarely asks me out with his friends, so I had the evening off,” she said, playing up a little bit of discontent in her voice. Rex and she had agreed that there should appear to be some marital issues that may have led her to coming here tonight, but nothing so overt that she would appear willing to climb into bed with Fisk after a single meeting. Rex had been especially adamant about that point, which Senna had teased him about mercilessly.

“Oh, well that’s too bad. If you were my wife, I’d never hesitate to show you off,” Fisk said, grinning in what she imagined was supposed to be a charming fashion. Instead, it made her skin crawl.

I’d rather be flirting with a Hutt.

“Alas,” she said, allowing a small smile to creep across her face. He let his finger graze her knuckles, and using all of her willpower, she didn’t pull her hand away as she tried to keep the conversation moving. “So, how was work today? I’m terribly sorry to have called you out of it a little earlier than usual, but I’m so very glad you could meet me.”

He grinned back at her, shifting slightly in his chair. “Oh, it was absolutely nothing, my dear. Quite the fitting end to a demanding day in the office.” A metallic flash caught her eye as he draped his arm across the back of the empty chair next to him. The decryption disk was just poking out of the inner pocket of his jacket, the chain it was held on dangling temptingly.

Kriff. I’m going to have to get closer to him, she thought, her insides revolting.

She signaled a passing waiter droid to order drinks. “Well then, why don’t you tell me all about it?”

—

Several hours and at least four cocktails later, Fisk’s guard and inhibitions were slipping. Senna could barely make out what he was saying half the time between his slurring and inconsistent volume, but she took her cues carefully, laughing when he did while also doing her best to keep his hands from wandering over her body.

He told another joke she couldn’t discern, roaring with laughter, and Senna followed his lead, choosing her moment carefully. “Oh Wen, you really are too much,” she giggled loudly, leaning closer to him and placing her hand on his chest as his arm crept around the back of her chair.

“You have no idea, my dear,” Wen slurred, downing the last of his latest drink.

Senna managed to keep her face neutral despite the hot blast of his stale breath that tickled her nose. She leaned in closer to him as his fingers clamped onto her shoulder, allowing her head to rest on his shoulder a bit as her eyes followed the metallic glint inside his jacket. She played up her intoxication, leaning closer to him and allowing a dopey grin to slide into place.

“You know, I never have this much fun with Lon. He’s such a stiff.” She pouted slightly, pursing her lips.

“You know, I’ve often wondered how you two wound up together. To be honest, it’s an odd match,” Fisk commented as he glanced around for another waiter droid, clearly hoping to refill his glass.

“Wanna know a secret?” she giggled, and he leaned in closer, placing his hand on her thigh. She fought the urge to jump away, instead putting her lips inches from his ear and casually slipping her hand in his jacket pocket. He didn’t move or tense as she slowly pulled the disk from the pocket, and just to be sure he was definitely distracted, she let her lips gently graze his ear as she whispered into it. “Between you and me, I haven’t always…been faithful to Lon.” She grinned devilishly as she withdrew her hand from his jacket, gently tucking the disk into her dress pocket. Fisk hadn’t noticed any of it, too inebriated and enraptured with the idea of Valla Cardell’s infidelity.

“Really?” The gleam in his eyes was incredibly lustful. It made her skin crawl.

She bit her lip suggestively and nodded. “When things have gotten stale, I’ve had to search out…alternatives. A woman’s got needs, you know.”

“Of course.” His tongue darted out to wet his lips. “Tell me more,” he prodded.

“I will,” she said, leaning across the table to grab his empty glass. “As soon as I get us another round at the bar. Seems all the serving droids are occupied.” She gave him a wink.

“Tease!” he called after her as she stood, walking towards the bar.

Senna tried to steady her breathing as she made her way to the end of the bar where Rex was still sitting, quietly nursing what she assumed was the same glass of whiskey. He seemed to be gripping the glass a little tighter than normal, but she couldn’t see his face to confirm her suspicions. She rested her elbows on the counter next to him, keeping him between her and Fisk to block herself from the commander’s view. Leaning forward, she did her best to flag down the bartender, a Rodian who finally made his way towards her, flinging a towel over one shoulder.

“You need something?”

“Two more rounds for my friend and I, but make mine without liquor. I still have to walk home,” she joked.

The Rodian just grunted at her, taking their glasses to be refilled.

“Well, I thought it was funny,” she muttered, casting one more glance over her shoulder. Fisk had his back to her, staring at one of the holovids playing in the corner. It appeared to be showing some bolo-ball game, and for the moment, it was holding his attention. Keeping her eye on the Imperial, she withdrew the disk from her pocket and slid it onto Rex’s lap at her side. She felt him reach down and take it, his fingers grazing hers.

“You know, you’d better be careful or he’ll definitely get the wrong idea,” Rex growled quietly from beneath the hood.

Senna tried to ignore the heat that was creeping into her cheeks at the sound of his voice. “Oh calm down,” she teased under her breath. “I thought the plan was to give him the wrong idea.” When Rex didn’t reply, she sighed. “Look, he’s a drink or two from blacking out, and I’m not sure he’s got the sense to stop before then.”

A grunt emitted from beneath the hood, and she ignored it as the bartender came back with her drinks. “Back in a bit, so get that thing copied and be ready to hand it back,” she whispered, turning away from him to head back to Fisk.

The cantina was starting to get a little bit crowded as Senna made her way back towards the table, weaving in between the patrons and trying to keep the liquid in the glasses she was carrying from sloshing everywhere. When she finally could see the table again, her blood ran cold.

Fisk was frantically digging through his various pockets, turning them inside out and looking around near the table, clearly searching for the disk.

Kriff.

Shifting the drinks to one hand, she reached into her pocket, feeling for her comm and clicking the open channel on.

Please be listening, Rex.

“Something wrong, Wen?” she asked, approaching the table and setting the drinks down.

“Erm…yes, so…I seem to have lost…KARKING HELLS!” Fisk was becoming more frantic, his eyes beginning to bulge out of his skull in terror as a thin sheen of sweat coated his reddening face.

“Can I help you find what you’re looking for?” Senna offered, sweeping around to the same side of the table as him and resting her hand on his back.

“NO!” he snapped, flinging her off of him. “I mean…yes. I’m…so…I have a disk that I seem to have lost. It’s very important. It’s on a chain.”

“Where did you have it last?” she asked, stalling for time. She didn’t dare cast a look back over her shoulder, but she was praying Rex could hear the conversation and was hurrying to copy the disk.

“In my jacket pocket. I think. But it’s definitely not there now.” His intoxication was bleeding away as his panic grew.

“Maybe it fell on the floor?” she suggested. “Here let me help you look.”

She crouched down on the floor, keeping here eyes glued to the tile as she swept her hands around under the table. The ground was disgusting and covered in who knows what, but she was out of other ideas to stall or calm the commander. Fisk was on his hands and knees under the table next to them, barely acknowledging the patrons sitting there as they lifted their feet and complained at the intrusion.

Senna felt panic starting to grow within her own chest.

If he doesn’t find it in the next few seconds, Maker only knows what he’ll do. Demand everyone at the bar empty their pockets? Run off to go searching for it? If he’s lost it, he’ll have to report it, and then the encryptions will have to be reset, and this will have been a complete wash.

Suddenly, she felt a bump into her shoulder as a large boot stepped by.

“S’cuse me,” a deep voice grumbled as the disk clattered to the floor near her hand. Looking up, she barely registered the familiar brown eyes beneath the hood before Rex moved past her towards her towards the cantina’s exit. Glancing over, she saw Fisk was beginning to get into a heated altercation with the humanoids at the table that he was currently under, so she quickly slid the disk across the floor to near where his chair was.

“Wen! Is that it?” she asked, pointing excitedly at the disk beneath his chair.

Relief washed over the Imperial’s face as he scrambled back towards their table, snatching the disk eagerly off of the floor and inspecting it for damage. She stood and walked over to him, placing a hand on his shoulder. “Well, is that what you were looking for?”

“Yes,” he breathed, pushing his hair back from his face. “Thank the Maker, it is.”

As she pulled him to his feet, they were approached by the Rodian from behind the bar.

“I’m afraid I must ask you to leave. You’ve disturbed my other patrons,” the bartender stated gruffly, his arms crossed over his chest in annoyance. The humanoids that were sitting at the table behind them stood leering over his shoulder. Fisk started to argue, but Senna had had enough and was more than happy to take the out. Placing a hand on his chest, she whispered, “It’s fine, Wen. Really. I was starting to get tired anyway.”

She downed her drink as Wen puffed his chest at the Rodian and the other patrons while settling the tab, making quiet threats about his importance to the Empire until she gently took his arm and pulled him towards the door. Out in the cool night air, she took a deep breath of relief. They’d pulled it off. Even with the minor hiccup, Rex had a copy of the disk, and Fisk was none the wiser.

The Imperial was still grumbling behind her.

“How dare they insult me in such a fashion! They’ll be hearing from my superiors for their treatment of an Imperial officer and-” He was cut off as she placed a hand on his face.

“Commander Fisk, thank you for a lovely evening. I’m glad all’s well that ends well.” She smiled at him.

“Well, we could…go somewhere else,” he clumsily offered.

Not on your life, pal.

“Not tonight I’m afraid. I really must be getting home. Lon will be home soon, and I should make sure he’s had something to eat. Perhaps another time.”

“Well…alright then.” Fisk leaned in for a kiss aggressively, grabbing her by the waist, and Senna managed to just turn her head so it landed on her cheek, her fists clenched at her side until he released her.

“Always the gentleman,” she laughed, patting his shoulder, and slipping out of his grasp. She did her best to keep her pace unhurried as she turned and started walking back towards their dwelling.

She waited several blocks to make sure she wasn’t being tailed before digging her comm out of her pocket. “You there?”

“Yes,” came the deep grumble from directly behind her, making her jump.

Composing herself, she stared at Rex with a hint of a glower. “We were supposed to meet at home. What if he’d tailed me?”

“He didn’t. I followed him for a bit after you left the cantina. I saw that kiss by the way.”

Senna felt her face flush with heat as Rex’s eyes bored into her. She shrugged, crossing her arms. “I’d hardly call that a kiss so much as an assault on my face,” she grumbled. “Why? Are you jealous?”

He grunted at her again, bumping her with his shoulder as he stepped past her and continued walking. She rolled her eyes before falling into step beside him. They walked in silence for several minutes.

“Was it nice at least?” he asked, breaking the awkwardness.

“The kiss?” Senna asked incredulously. “Of course not. It wasn’t something I wanted at all. I just did what I had to do to keep him from being suspicious, but honestly I’d like to go home and take the longest shower of my life.” She wrapped her arms around herself, trying to forget the feeling of his fingers on her skin.

She didn’t miss the slight smile that turned up the corners of Rex’s mouth at her open disdain for Fisk. She nudged him with her shoulder.

“At least now I’m pretty sure my nightmares won’t be about Order 66 tonight. They’ll most definitely be about his clammy Hutt hands,” she joked. “Did you get it copied? No issues?”

Rex pulled the disk copy from under his cloak, handing it to her. “Took a few minutes just like you said, but I think it should be just what we need.”

She turned the disk over delicately in her hands as she smirked. “I certainly hope so. Wouldn’t want my sacrifice to be for nothing.”

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naffeclipse · 2 years

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Okay, I know I just sent a drabble, but I wanted to get this final piece done before the series ends, so I hope you don’t mind the back-to-back drabbles ♥️

Here’s my take on the alternate Trouble fic wherein the favorite trio finds help in a rather unfortunate place.

***

You haven’t opened your eyes for the past 73 minutes.

Like a stalwart guardian, Moon has remained vigilant over your bleeding body for most of the night. It had tortured him to abandon your side even just to step into the next room. Your earlier adamant refusal to go to a hospital had been so ridiculously stubborn and foolish. So reckless… but he had recognized the true fear in your voice when you’d demanded to remain in their apartment under their useless care. Despite your injuries worsening by the hour, you’d stood firm on your decision—though you certainly wouldn’t be able to actually stand anytime soon.

From there, your tender grasp on consciousness had teetered between obstinate and nonexistent until you’d at last slipped and fallen from its clutches. Moon would prefer you were resting if he knew you weren’t on the brink of death. Your punchy verbiage or flippant claims of stellar health have been traded for stone cold silence.

They know you don’t have much time left.

Sun surprisingly had put up no fight to Moon’s suggestion. It was neither good nor wanted nor even an idea that would have been on their radar any other day. What is it that humans say? Desperate times?

Calling upon their extremely distant brother would undoubtedly fall under that category.

And now Moon stands before the telephone with his hands planted against the desk. In between them rests the worn card from the inner pocket of his jacket.

How many years has it been since Eclipse gave him this? How long since he pressed it into his palm with the sharp demand that it only ever be used when Moon was ready to see things his way again, like he once had?

Moon is wise enough to know he shouldn’t ever tell him that Eclipse has always been on his own… at least in this. There will be no turning back if he goes down this path. Even entertaining this thought has waves of dread rippling through him. His optics flash as he thinks of your crumpled form. You don’t have time to wait on his hang-ups.

He picks up the phone, begins to dial, and silently implores the number to still be in use. It’s been so long since it was given to him.

There’s an answering crackle through the phone as the call connects, and then an impatient, “Yes?”

A gruff voice, too human. Not Eclipse. But maybe someone who works for him. Moon’s fingers strain against the wood of the desk as he struggles to keep calm.

“Let me speak to Eclipse,” he answers roughly through the mouthpiece.

The voice on the other end goes silent. Moon glares daggers into the wall even though he doesn’t fully process it’s there. He feels like he’s overheating.

There’s a subtle click, and he has a frantic, fearful moment that he’s been hung up on, that maybe this isn’t Eclipse’s personal number anymore, or that maybe, just maybe, Eclipse wants nothing to do with him at all. Prior to tonight, the feeling was mutual. All that exists now is a thin thread of hope that the bridge between them has not completely burnt down.

It’s so quiet on the other end. The feeling of eyes on him makes Moon glance up. Sun stares back from where he remains perched on the bathroom floor next to the tub. His expression is somber and darkens further when Moon shakes his head.

Another minute flutters by, and Moon sags as heavy exhaustion scrapes across his processor. His hand squeezes the telephone, while he debates whether to give up on this possibility.

Muffled sounds on the other end snap him to full alertness. He straightens up, nearly compressing the phone against the side of his faceplate.

Then—

“Hello, little brother.”

His optics widen.

Roughly ten minutes later, Moon stands corrected on his earlier assumption. Your choice to avoid darkening the doorstep of any hospital was indeed foolish, but it’s nothing compared to the utter stupidity of this next course of action.

Their conversation has been going around in circles for what feels like hours.

”Bring them to me,” Eclipse repeats with a warning note of finality in his steely tone.

“Out of the question,” Moon snaps as soon as the words are out of the other’s mouth. But Eclipse isn’t done yet, and his long-suffering sigh grates against Moon’s auditory processing.

“You clearly have an obvious decision before you. I will offer my services and more if you bring them here where I can treat them. But you will not take advantage of this great kindness I am extending you by merely snatching my medicinal resources and scurrying away like some bilge rat. So bring. Them. To. Me. That is my offer.”

Moon doesn’t throw the phone against the wall, but oh, does he want to. He should have known Eclipse wouldn’t let such an opportunity like this pass him by.

Absolutely nothing has changed. Bitterness is a terrible, familiar friend.

“No. I already told you this isn’t up for debate.”

“Moonie…” Eclipse singsongs, his increasing aggravation deadly in a single note. Moon knows this window of opportunity is on a fast track to slamming shut if he doesn’t play by Eclipse’s rules. Not like the other animatronic makes it easy to accept his terms. To keep his sanity, Moon envisions the fantasy that’s been on his mind ever since he became a detective: locking Eclipse up and shutting down his gang so that no other innocent lives are lost. He’ll have his victory one day regardless if he decides to play nice with his brother tonight.

“It can be just like old times,” Eclipse is saying, dragging Moon from his thoughts. “You, Sunny, and me—your dear, darling Clip. Don’t you miss that?”

Moon shakes his head, even though his brother won’t see it. What a joke.

“You are not that person anymore,” he hisses, seething with venom. “Don’t act like you can just waltz back into our lives like nothing has happened in the years since you left.”

A furious growl of static snaps through the phone. Good. At least Moon knows he can still get under the other’s metal.

“I did not leave us. You and Sunny did. I took care of you, and you left me. You left the future I created for us. Don’t be so quick to rewrite the past, Moonie.”

They don’t have time for this. As much as he wants to devolve into a screaming match with the other animatronic, that won’t save you.

You, who have been waiting broken in a bathtub for him to fix this mess. Regardless of his history with Eclipse, this is selfish. Prolonging your agony is selfish.

His brother on the phone is quietly fuming, but the one in the bathroom releases a shocked, high-pitched gasp. Moon immediately looks to him, and Sun meets his eyes with fright stark across his faceplate that says all too much about your deteriorating condition. Not good.

He needs to make a decision.

“Eclipse,” he tries, just one last time. He drops the anger, the pride, the mountain of irredeemable hurt. His words turn pleading as he begs the one person who’s hurt him the most. “…They’re dying. They won’t make it through the night.”

Stillness on the other end of the line.

Moon closes his eyes.

He knows he doesn’t imagine the faltering in Eclipse’s synthetic breath. A profound anxiousness settles in Moon’s wires and travels to his celestial wire. When the other replies, his voice brooks no room for further denial.

“Then you already know what to do. I’ve sent a car your way to pick up the three of you. Make the right choice, Moon.”

The “unlike last time” is loud between them even when unspoken.

With a final click, the line goes dead. Moon limply holds the phone for a moment longer as he tries to think through the tangled mess he’s gotten them in. When he sets it back in its cradle, he doesn’t have the courage to face Sun. He can’t even force himself to rush back to your side to offer nonexistent aid. They don’t have the tools to help you. Eclipse does. They can’t fix your injuries beyond the rudimentary measures they’ve taken. Eclipse can.

Right now, there’s a car inbound that’s ready to take you to life-saving safety, and all Moon wants to do is grab you and Sun and run for cover.

Selfish. So selfish. Either they give you to Eclipse or they let you wither away. The hospital isn’t even a question anymore. You’d shun them for it without hesitation, and Moon just can’t stand the thought of another person he cares for turning their back on him. He can’t do it.

This will come back to haunt him. He already knows it. Finally pushing himself to look at his brother, Moon wearily observes Sun shaking his head desperately.

“Moon… we can’t. We can’t do this to them.”

“I know,” Moon says.

But he dons his hat that he’d thrown violently during his call with Eclipse and pushes the brim low over his optics. Sun’s fixed grin is heartbrokenly pained, devastation riddled in his posture as he turns back to you and your slow breaths.

They know they can’t take you to Eclipse. But what they know won’t stop them from following in line with him anyways. Obedient to a fault.

All too soon, the ferryman arrives to take you to the underworld. It’s an ordeal easing you down to the car without aggravating your wounds further. Moon and Sun don’t leave their guns behind, but they also don’t draw them either. With you in his arms, it’d be a little more difficult to do so anyway.

The ride to Eclipse’s residence is silent. A grunt keeps his own gun trained on them from the passenger seat for the duration, and Moon aches to shoot first and shield your body from the weapon threatening you and your precarious life. Sun’s hand on his knee stabilizes him, but only just.

He supposes he should worry about the lack of blindfolds but then dismisses the notion altogether. Whatever Eclipse has planned, he apparently holds no concern for giving away the location of one of his safe houses.

When they arrive at their destination an eternity later, you are cold and lifeless in his arms, and you moan weakly in your sleep when you are accidentally jostled. He whispers an apology against your hair, and Sun squeezes one of your clammy hands. These are the bleakest hours of the morning, unquestionably, and the yawning darkness surrounding him as he steps out of the car presses down on him like a weight. There is no sign in the sky of the celestial body he was named after. A vapid night blotting out the light like tar, stealing air he does not need to survive, but it surely clamps down around you.

But you aren’t alone. You are secure in his arms, and with Sun joining him in the gated driveway of an expansive house, he feels a bit more sure that they will make this work for them. You are not alright now, but you will be.

He shouldn’t find a glimmer of hope in the situation at all, but as he cradles your broken body close to his chassis, he stares headlong at his estranged brother who waits ahead, haloed by a row of gang members aiming their guns at the new arrivals. A team of humans dressed in hospital garb and all presumably on Eclipse’s payroll scurry past the mob boss with a stretcher, unflinching despite stepping right into the potential line of fire.

Moon doesn’t look away from the guttered, black optics staring at you, the pinprick pupils almost completely gone. It shouldn’t give him hope, but he recognizes that same haggard expression from the stormy day that Eclipse saved him and Sun. The terror and concern for someone else, someone close. And as he’s directed to gently lay you down on the stretcher to be wheeled away and healed, he thinks, just for a moment…

Maybe there’s still some trace of his brother left.

***

Had to wrack my brain because I’ve done a Sun, Y/N, and Eclipse POV, and I really wanted to do one in Moon’s to round out these drabbles. And since the ending of Sleuth Jesters is just around the corner, it seemed right to wrap these up. I saw that you want to take a break from the series once it’s completed, so I wanted to respect that and not send anything else in during your break. But! If you’re still okay with receiving one every so often, I might return to writing ficlets inspired by this series one day (*˙˘˙)♡

I’ve also been wanting to do a short little something inspired by your mer!Eclipse/reader fic as well, if that’s alright with you! Realistically, if any future drabbles do come out, I will be making an account just so I’m not always raiding your inbox haha. Have to get over being shy sometime!!

Thanks for reading, thanks for letting me share these small drabbles, and good luck with the final Sleuth Jesters installment <3

Oh gosh, just how much it agonizes Moon to even move away from Y/N just to make the call, and Sun's non-resistance to what would be an unthinkable idea builds up to the moment of the phone call, and breaks my heart!

The tension while waiting for the phone to get to Eclipse is making me lose my mind!! I was on the edge of my seat while reading!

The entire exchange between Moon and Eclipse has me in a chokehold. There are so many emotions dug back up from the years and this line especially hits me right in the face: "Absolutely nothing has changed. Bitterness is a terrible, familiar friend." Just *mwah* kissing these set of words right here.

Ah, the ferryman arrives indeed! I love Moon's inner dialogue here, because yeah, he'd rather fix this with his own two hands but he can't. He has to do the very thing he can't fathom but he has to in order to save Y/N.

I love the emotions overriding both detectives at the end, and poor Y/N barely clinging to life as it is. The little hint of Eclipse is so delicious. I'm devouring your entire writing whole ♥

As for taking a break and more snippets in the future, you can send them whenever you please! I just will be giving myself a breather from writing Sleuth Jesters but I'm totally fine if you wish to continue! I would love to read whatever you have in mind for a mer!Eclipse/reader fic as well!! Be sure and let me know when you make an account so I can follow you :D

Thank you, as well!! You're so talented and kind ♥

#gosh y'all read this #you'll enjoy it #other's writing

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the-s1lly-corner · 5 hours

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OMG HII I JUST SAW YOUR POST ABOUT SUN AND MOON AND I DIDN'T KNEW YOU WRITE FOR MY TWO FAVE DAYCARE WORKERSS

Could I possibly get a Fem!Reader x Sun and Moon in which Reader is a new animatronic added into the Daycare known as Mother Moth. Basically she's the motherly figure for the kids. Her design is like a Dot-lined White Moth. I love your writing so much:33

sun and moon x moth animatronic!fem!motherly!reader

so so sorry for the wait, admittedly i had a small period where i got v picky with writing but i am over it! obviously nothing against you or other requestors, my brain was just being dry and fussy LMAO notes: reader is fem and an animatronic, pre evil moon/au where hes not sick n twisted cws: none

sun

he really likes how you treat the kids, they seem to like you! he may sometimes get a little jealous thanks to you taking the spotlight, but thats mostly stuff that he struggles with when youre first added- he gets used to it as time passes! besides its nice having someone who isnt a child with him in the daycare

his rays spin around when hes happy to see you, and your wings flitter when youre happy... its cute seeing the two of you doing that at the same time during interactions

he finds your personality and demeanor calming, comforting even!

will cry if one of the kids call him dad- with you being the mom. oh you definitely play house together!

speaking of, i can totally see him using the game to gauge how you feel about him before any romance starts- he picks apart how eager you are to fit into your role, with him... its a little cute, actually

moon

you sometimes take over naptime activities- such as reading books to the children... that used to be moons thing and hes not very happy about that... you guys end up taking turns!

if you have a wire to allow you to "fly", you sometimes join him up on the higher areas of the playplaces or at the balcony to his and suns room.. its nice, being able to sit and be quiet together

sometimes he likes teasing you just to see your wings flutter and shoot up- he thinks its cute and hes not going to be shy about it

similar to sun, he finds your motherly persona to be calming

you help him with any children that have any nightmares or just cant fall asleep

when hes out at night doing his patrols across the pizzaplex he makes sure to check in on you in the daycare if youre not permitted to leave, sometimes brings you back some loose stuff hes found laying around

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strangerays · 1 year

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novel introduction: Nothing in Particular and Everything

[image ID: A girl in a yellow rain jacket stands over a cliff face with her arms outstretched. Blue waves twist below. Greenery hangs over the cliffs.]

[text ID under the cut!]

started: February 2021

stage: 3rd draft

pov: first person, past tense

tags: #nip: inspo, #nothing in particular and everything

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[text ID: There is a cliff at the edge of Point Blink where kids twist into the air and throw dust to the vortexing waves; they shoot past eroded caves filled with old bird nests that fly up like slots in a mausoleum. A lighthouse with a jammed bell leers over the expanse of heat lightning reflections. Metal gargles against stone in storm weather, warning us all of childish dares. I was a lighthouse: lived in by sailors, travelers, and strangers; pale stone tall and strong against a maelstrom of salt and rock. Moon shells speckled my base, crushed or buried. Clouds passed over the moon, and I opened my eye to cast sickly yellow light over the waves as they smoothed the footprints of my friends, and of Dad, and of me. Point Blink has stood for decades, but I will stand alone for many more, flickering against all the stars, waiting for those I love to return to harbor.]

Synopsis -

Ever since her best friend left Point Blink, Ray hasn’t felt the same. Now that Lonan is away at college, her friend group feels more distant than ever. Ray struggles to hold them together.

Photography is Ray’s passion. Memories with her friends have helped her create cover her bedroom walls. It’s her senior year, as well as the last school photography club trip she’ll ever be a part of. When Ray is paired with new girl Jude - who is determined to find her own way in Point Blink - they stumble on an abandoned fire tower in the forest. As the girls explore its mysterious contents, an act of arson threatens their lives.

Over the course of the winter, the girls spend afternoons in a dark room and build a profile for the arsonist – as well as a strong friendship. But as they delve deeper into Point Blink’s history, secrets surface within Ray too. Her mental health starts to decline, as well as her obsession with resolving her friendships. If she is ever to resolve the world she loves, she must care for herself.

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[text ID: I was a firm believer that the best art is created when the artist is lonely, angry, or depressed. The summer my best friend caught his train out of Point Blink, I was surprised to find that I became none of these things. We buried a time capsule beneath Sugarfell’s soaring pines and painted his bedroom walls a calm cerulean. We snuck out of house at nighttime to swim and went on a road trip to see our favorite band in concert. All my most colorful memories in Point Blink were unplanned in the beginning.]

[text ID: As it is, Lonan has always been a year older and a grade ahead of me. As I entered my senior year of high school, he entered his freshman year of college. It felt like we were miles apart. It felt like he was going to disappear. Together, we stared across the pink beach. A piper toothed the drowned shore for beetles. Primordial fire reeds combed rays of golden sun to fine sparkles. Lonan never left the shore, just blinked slowly while pockets of young horseshoe crabs chased each other into a swirl of murky blue. I could never resist the water. Often I spread my arms wide, walked barefoot along the rock wall trailing away from the beach into the water. Lonan only watched me from the sand – smaller and smaller and smaller. Now I tried to focus on the melodic thrill of the waves, but a cold headache was starting in my forehead. Sometimes I think that if I didn’t put so much effort into my friendships, I might not be so angry all the time.]

[text ID: I knew Lonan would never give up, because he was a rebel and I was quiet. He was my focal point. Point Blink a gauge built on magenta sea glass – and I had a third eye, primal in the growing.]

[text ID: The truth was this: time was fiction to me. When I lifted my camera up, saw the world as more beautiful than it was, made it mine for just a moment in time – the trees richer, the waves more childlike in their frothing – none of it stayed the same. When birds called my name over the burst of a wave onto the cliffs. When storms send shadows to dance across the bluff faces. My most purple imagination couldn’t convince me everything was going to be okay – my best friend was gone. All of these falling pieces of my world were stark reminders that Lonan Herrings was gone for what seemed like an indefinite time. Because once people find what they want, they never stop chasing it.I tried to hold a moment forever, but time isn’t fiction – it’s an hourglass. Lately, my life had felt more like a rusted compass with a broken face.]

[text ID: Where the familiar world of oaks met the dusty clearing, a graffitied entrance sign barely hid a girl. Had it not been for the bright blue hat she wore with the number twelve stitched on front, I might have missed her altogether. She closed her eyes and tilted her face up to the sun. Her lips curved to a satisfied grin as the sun highlighted her round cheeks a smooth sienna. She seemed truly content and stayed that way – forgot about the rest of us, even me.]

[text ID: I suppose – in many ways – I didn’t talk to anyone about Lonan. Not about school, either. About my friends, about the headaches I kept getting every night, about how I’d lost my appetite completely last week.

“My best friend and I used to come down here a lot.”

Jude’s smile was small. “When was the last time.”

“He’s away for college right now.”

Her smile fell. “Oh. That’s why you didn’t want me to tag along with you.”

I swallowed.

“That’s why you wanted to come down here on your own, isn’t it?”

Her arm brushed mine and it was so warm. It reminded me of the safe feeling I got whenever Florian hugged me.

A breeze trickled through the trees we’d come from and cascaded faint sparkles across the water, feathered the waves away from the shore. Briefly, the gray clouds pulled apart the fog, and pale sunlight touched Jude’s cheeks, drawing a smile from her lips. It seemed that, even in the darkest moments, she managed to find something to love. It made me jealous.

Her eyes were closed. “At least you can still watch the sun rise.”]

[text ID: Point Blink was like a sponge – it inhaled and exhaled water. Soaked up all rain and laughter, cursing and screaming. Rotting at the core. Sometimes I imagined Sugarfell might drink up all of that water, fold over itself like a map, and all those memories would surface from the ground with new bodies. Hands, the sort that I dreamed of appearing from underneath my bed. The hands of something that is supposed to be forgotten. Point Blink rarely exhaled. It just held its breath. Jude wasn’t afraid of Point Blink. She wasn’t afraid to live in a place where the people slogged from shore to shore, sunburned and bored. She wasn’t afraid to be alone in a place where the other kids grew up without her. She wasn’t afraid to sing as she walked up the beach and into the trees.

[text ID: “Are you crying?” he asked.

I hugged myself tight. “No.”

Lonan wasn’t totally convinced, because he tilted his head and stared at me with his green-blue eyes for a long time. “You were about to.”

Lonan leaned into my shoulder. For a moment, I thought he might have been crying since he was the sort of person who cried whenever other people cried. Sometimes I think he is the rarest type of person in the world. I wished I could feel everything the way he did.

But he wasn’t crying – he was just resting against me. He was never going to be taller than me, so his head fit onto my shoulder perfectly. He could stay there for all of eternity if he wanted to.

And suddenly, all that darkness and thick air didn’t hang so heavy over me.]

[text ID: Lonan came to me all at once: we were dissolved into black. I tried running to the opposite side of the fire tower, but then there was no ground beneath me. We must not have been that far up, because it didn’t take long for the rest of the tower to collapse beneath us. There was something soft underneath me – my bag or Jude’s arm. I could not see the sky – then light exploded from the veil we were trapped in. Jude’s hand found mine. She was shouting. I couldn’t tell what she was saying. I dragged myself through the grass, now pasty with smoke, infiltrating my throat, my eyes, my head – everything. It softened the world, made it easier to forget, but no easier to breathe. Jude screamed – a sound I never should have heard – and it brought hot tears to my eyes. Distantly, someone else screamed. It might have been me, but I wasn’t sure. Sirens wailed somewhere. We never heard many of them in Point Blink. I smelled of salt and smoke. What a fool I’d been to believe it possible I could carry on without my best friends, and what a fool Jude had been to think she could replace them.]

If you’re all the way down here, thanks for reading! I sometimes post snippets from the book as I write under the tag #nothing in particular and everything

#i have so much love left for this story but not the time to write it #updates probably won't happen too often #but i want to start posting more smaller snippets from time to time!#i love these characters a lot and i want to finish this third draft #it's just such a comfort #<3 #ray and lonan's friendship is so SOFT #agh #maybe ill post some more excerpts from their chapters next!!#my writing #nothing in particular and everything #creative writing #original story #writing #author

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parkermunson · 1 year

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Steve taking That Roadtrip but it's with the group instead of "6 little Harringtons"

characters: Steve, Eddie, Robin, Nancy, Jonathan, Lucas, Max, Will, Mike, Dustin, Eleven, and Erica!! Woooh!

t/w: none! no reader mentioned. [800 words]

a/n: i wrote this as a fix-it fic sorta. Max is okay, eddie is alive, and everyone's safe. Steve gets his dream but in the way he needs. short, but i needed to get the idea out of my head. i don't really ship Nancy and Jonathan but for the purpose of this, they're together. didn't include argyle, sorry :(

They rent an old camper trailer and buy 3 tents.

El, Max, and Erica stay in one tent while Lucas, Mike, Will, and Dustin stay in another. Jonathan and Nancy get a tent set up a bit of a distance away for privacy but close enough to keep an eye on the kids. Eddie and Steve get one bed of the camper while Robin gets the other.

Waking up every morning to Eddie lightly strumming an acoustic guitar in just sweatpants and a messy bun. The sun is streaming through the open windows in long rays, lighting the camper in an orange-y glow that calms his nerves. He feels safe here.

Breakfast is cooked over the fire. Steve nearly burns it while arguing with Robin over something that doesn't matter in the slightest. Nancy takes over the cooking from there with Jonathan helping.

Going on "nature walks" after breakfast– aka Eddie's smoke breaks.

Dustin keeps running ahead of the group to explore the forest. He's upset he couldn't have contact with Suzie in the middle of the forest, but he was able to talk to her before leaving.

Mike and El hold hands the entire time. El's quiet, still getting over the events of Vecna, but Mike does his best to pull her from her head and back to the present. It took a lot to convince Hopper to let them take this trip, and Mike won't allow any of it to go to waste.

Jonathan takes pictures of everything. Brought enough rolls of film to last months. Takes pictures of the trees, lake, his friends. He wants to remember everything, and to make sure he'll have proof of them having fun if Will ever gets taken over again.

Lucas and Max spend most of their waking hours bickering, but it's harmless. Lucas spends a lot of time touching Max in some way (holding hands, putting an arm over her shoulder, nudging her). He's afraid this is a dream and needs reassurance she's okay.

Robin worries about poison ivy and packed an entire suitcase of medical supplies, but doesn't know how to use any of it except the basics.

Erica and Will discuss DnD, going over battle strategies. Eddie joins in, hoping he can convince Will to attend a Hellfire meeting, even if its only once. Erica aids in convincing Will its fun, and he'll be surrounded by "nerds" so he'll be welcomed.

After the walk, you go swimming in the lake right behind the camper. Max and El sit on the shore gossiping and giggling while the boys splash around in the water. Eddie's standing on the water's edge watching everyone until he jumps in, splashing everyone in a nearby radius. Steve and Robin are floating some feet away from everyone, taking in the chance to relax. Nancy and Jonathan are walking in the shallow water, discussing how nice it is to get away, for everyone.

Once the sun starts to set, everyone heads to the campground where Steve built a makeshift fire pit out of a couple stones. Eddie shows everyone how to build a proper fire, after noticing Steve struggling. His dad taught him when he was younger, but never tells anyone when they ask. "Boy scouts," he waves off.

They all make smores and tell stories. Some spooky (Eddie), but most so funny it had them all in tears by the end.

The crickets are so loud and the moon is creating a beautiful glow above in a star-studded sky. No one wants to move or say anything for a while. Just taking in the crackling fire and the love surrounding them.

Half an hour later, Max and El are singing at the top of their lungs with Dustin rolling his eyes but giggling along. Mike, Lucas, and Will join in the singing.

Eddie grabs his guitar and plays along to the melodies which riles up the group. They're dancing, singing, and laughing. Jonathan and Nancy spend some time trying to get them to calm down until giving up and joining in.

By the end of the night, everyone's so tired, they're practically dragging their feet to their designated sleeping spots.

Steve wakes up in the middle of the night and has to get out of bed to check on everyone. He still isn't okay after Vecna, and constantly needs to be aware of his friends'. No one says a word when he does this, just assures him they're safe (if they're awake). He'll head back into the camper where he'll finally unwrap his scars in privacy and clean them.

Robin learns to trust her balance a bit more while hiking. She falls a few times a lot but she's giddy with excitement by the end, despite being covered in bruises and some cuts. Max cleans up her cuts while talking about movies and music.

Will opens up a bit more. At first it goes slow, he's reserved and picks his words carefully. By the end, Mike knows everything that's ever been kept quiet over the last few years.

The trip lasts 3 nights, and 4 days. It's the kind of trip that everyone will remember for the rest of their lives, and can't pick a favorite part. It was a much-needed break. One that ended too soon, but also at the perfect time.

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letsgofoletsgo · 2 months

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Weight of The Crown Pt. 1

A young Archfey warlock attempts to become familiar with a mysterious power bestowed to him. As much as he insists it's nothing to be concerned about, those that care for him can't help but worry about the side effects of such power. After all, it's the one thing he just doesn't want to talk about; and for Rivera, that can't be good.

🦋🖤🦋🖤🦋🖤🦋🖤🦋🖤🦋

The Shadow-Cursed lands were usually quiet and still, blanketed by a stifling, eerie calmness. With most of the life ravaged by the ruthless curse, few dared to venture into the murky abyss. However, within the twisting woods that reached beyond Moonrise Towers, the rhythmic crunching of leaves could be heard.

A gentle glow made its way forward, a stark beacon against the foreboding darkness. The pale light was emanated by a moon lantern, tightly gripped by Rivera as he traversed the once-luscious forest with caution. His eyes were focused intently in front of him, as the typical darkvision that aided him struggled against the otherworldly veil. The trees wove into the sky, reaching and clawing to escape their silent hell. Their twisting, peeling bark cast fleeting shadows past the swaying light before merging back into the inky blackness.

Even with the mace on his hip and the magic at his fingertips, Rivera couldn’t help but feel on edge. The hair along the back of his neck stood on end, his posture was tense and hunched as he calculated every step. He constantly scanned his surroundings, peering into the crevices of the dilapidated stumps and glancing over his shoulder. His attention darted to any snap of a branch, to any shadowy figure that evaded the corner of his eye.

He had only been walking for a few minutes, but the safety of camp felt miles away. It was all Rivera could do to take a breath and maintain his courage. After all, he was out here for a reason.

Eventually, he spotted a fairly clear patch in the distance. Rivera emerged from the treeline, observing the relatively open space. The lifeless grass only gave way to a couple scattered building remnants, overtaken by charcoal colored vines. The sky was blanketed by bitter clouds, relegating the warmth of the sun to distant memory.

Rivera took a few steps into the clearing before stabbing the hilt of the lantern into the ground. He took a moment to gaze into its comforting glow, his only lifeline of safety amidst a sea of shadow.

The tiefling made his way to the center of the clearing. He planted his feet firmly on the ground, hands balled into fists as he stared ahead. The threat of the shadow curse lingered behind the trees, the unnatural presence looming over Rivera’s being. It was an uneasiness he couldn’t shake, but stood against nonetheless.

Rivera took a deep breath. He closed his eyes as he focused inward, pushing past his nerves to reach for a power in his core. A silent mantra echoed in his mind, spurring him onward despite his lingering fear.

Push back the memories. Don’t think about them. Just feel.

From the center of his face, something began to materialize. Rivera’s hold on his current reality slipped as a white white energy emerged from his face. It expanded vertically, spanning from the tip of his nose to between his eyebrows. A psychoactive sensation bled into his skin, tingling and burning but not entirely in a bad way. The air around him felt humid and damp one moment, then dry and frigid the next. From behind his eyelids, a fluttering feeling pulsed within his skull, lifting him away from the Material Plane to the rhythm of his heartbeat.

Focus on the rhythm. Focus on the wings.

Now or never.

Then, Rivera opened his eyes to greet the sight before him. That’s what caught him most off guard the first time.

#baldur’s gate 3 #baldurs gate #bg3 #baldur’s gate fanfiction

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just-a-floofy-catt · 6 months

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SPAM POSTING ALL MY NOTES APP HEADCANONS/DRABBLES >:3

These are all plucked directly from there 💀

This ones a lil cringe but i dont believe in cringe so deal with it

(It includes my fnaf sb oc, Avery btw)

"This is my comfort hoodie hehe...

I brought it with me because i felt like today could get a little stressful. And i also like sleeping in it, so i thought it'd be useful if Moon decided to try and threaten me into a nap again"

He laughed lightly, twisting the strings between his fingers. He wouldve brought a plushie with him too, but thought that might be a tad too much. Maybe another day.

"Aw, it's adorable, Sunshine!!"

Suns smile shone and he reached over to lift Avery up into the air

"But, i do have a question..."

He brought Avery slightly down and closer to his faceplate.

"Isnt pink your favourite colour? So why is your favourite hoodie yellow?? Is it sentimental in some way, instead?"

His rays clicked slightly as they twitched rhythmically due to his curiosity.

"Nah

yeah pink is my favourite colour! but yellow just... hm how do i explain it.."

He paused, trying to find the words

"Its likeee.. my happy colour! Its bright and warm just makes me feel all nice and fuzzy and stuff."

He smiled softly as he finally explained.

"And so wearing it just generally makes me feel good!"

He turned his smile directly on Sun, having now finished answering his questions.

Suns rays span a few times, then he pulled Avery into himself, holding him on his hip like he often would with the children, arm around him in an almost hug-like gesture as he swayed happily.

And he seemed to feel just a tad bit warmer...

"Well i think you look great in yellow, sunshine!"

He span for emphasis on his enthusiasm, still keeping Avery safely against him.

The guard blushed slightly, feeling his face heat further as he started to finally process the implications of what had just been said -

that yellow was indeed Sun’s signature colour.

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(Imagine later w Moon and he knows all about that conversation just aaaaaaaaaaaa)

"So i heard you have an affinity for the colour yellow, huh?"

The lunar animatronic glanced at him nonchalantly, voice rumbling and calm from his side.

Avery flustered slightly.

Moon reached over to trace his jawline momentarily with a claw,

"Not a fan of blue?~..."

It was quiet enough to be a whisper, but too deep and chesty to actually sound like one.

Avery fumbled to answer him,

"Um- i think blue is a really nice colour! Pretty and calming and aesthetic... and dont get me wrong, i still love wearing it, but i just dont think its entirely my colour, or atleast as much as yellow is..."

The young man's heart rate had quickened, and he struggled to keep a shiver from escaping his spine.

"Hmm, is that so?...."

He didn't dare turn his head, frozen, but he could feel Moon leaning in closer.

"You might change your mind one day. Personally, i think youd look simply delightful in blue~"

The words purred out against his ear made him flush quickly and stutter his breath.

Moon pulled away slightly, snickering.

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gritsandbrits · 1 year

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They heard all that caterwauling now they know where we are! D8<

I thought you liked my caterwauling!

Yeah, when it's not deadly!

June, in the pilot, tired as hell and just as mad.

I tapped my toe on the ground as I stood guard next to my friends. The dark blue dress I wore did little to relieve me from the acrid midnight air. I was supposed to be in bed by 9. I loved my sleep, especially on days when I had to go to work early in the mornings. I groused in envy. The sun got to enjoy its rest, meanwhile I'm outside in the middle of the night in the cemetery of all places. Call me crazy, but I wouldn't dare be messing around with dead people! Not only was it sinful - like what we're doing now could be considered saintly - but also weird as fuck. But the cemetery was one the best & last place for the feds to look.

See, my aunt and uncle ran an underground bar, apparently from the very beginning of the ban booze and it was pretty popular in our area. Even I attended a few parties. But all that came crashing down when someone decided to turn Uncle Atlas into dog chow. Now poor Aunt Mitzi struggled to hold the fort down and the day job at the eatery. I had to put my own dreams on hold to get a bookkeeping job to help her out. It wasn't easy, but the bar had been in our lives for years and we weren't about to let it go.

Even if it means continuing my uncle's other business venture.

Freckles and Ivy were digging up a grave where the treasure was buried. I was to keep watch for any prying eyes. So far I'd only caught a few nightbirds and Rocky singing his ass off with the violin. I liked him, not like that, but what he was doing defeated the purpose of rumrunning in the first place. Singing should be left to the stage, not being a potential hazard for rivals to scope you out.

I sighed and leaned against a willow tree to look at the moon above. Singing was one of the few things I was truly good at and enjoyed. I missed the booming roars of the audience clapping and cheering me on.

There was one thing however, I did let go. Just thinking about it made me want to stop to me knees and cry. But who said life was fair? The only momento I had was the sparkling silver necklace in my pocket. I thumbed it now to keep myself calm.

Rocky stopped his antics and bounced over to us.

The two began to scuffle with each other. I jumped in, "quiet you two! You're acting like a couple of spoiled kittens!"

Right after I said that lights popped out from behind us, causing Ivy to yelp almost out of her fur!

I froze. Before us was another car. The headlights made it impossible to cmake out the silhouettes inside. I raised my arm up to shielded my face.

"Guys get up get up!" I hissed, not even bothering to conceal the fear laced in my voice. Rocky and Freckles looked up in horror.

Terrified we all scurried back into the car.

"Hurry Ivy!" I whispered-yelled as I banged my paw against the seat. Ivy's fingers darted for the brakes. The car jerked back and slid away.

"Where did you learn to drive like that?" Asked Rocky.

"I didn't!" Ivy replied.

The other car stopped and a couple of people got out. I adjusted my glasses and observed them. Two of them shared the same white fur & darker stripes, and had different body types. Based on their clothed and the lady's hairstyle it didn't take an hour for me to realize who they are.

Oh yeah we needed to hurry and get out of there.

Then I saw there someone else with them. Someone I swore I never wanted to see again. Someone who seems to know all of a your secrets fron first glance. Someone who'll murder you with a pencil then write in the accounting books with the blood still dripping off.

As a matter of fact he technically was our accountant...until he ditched us, and stole My heart along with him.

Mordecai. Fucking. Heller. If you thought Serafine and Noah were bad...at least they were honest about who they were. My breath caught in my throat as I see him now slinking behind the dastardly duo. I wanted to claw his stupid green eyes out but that directly opposed my need for kissing him silly. His eyes never failed to take my breath away, they were emeralds carved in living flesh.

Wait what am I doing? I'm supposed to be trying to get up out of here!

He couldn't.

#rough draft #lackadaisy cats #lackadaisy oc #selfship #si x canon #THIS ISNT THE FINAL VERSIOM OML I ACCIDENTALLY PUBLISHED IT 🤦

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geminiamethyst · 2 years

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Limitless. Chapter 18: "Please Stay."

Chapter 1: click HERE

Chapter 17: click HERE

Chapter 19: click HERE

I don't think that this chapter is my best. I apologise if it's not the best in the world.

If you guys like it, I'm glad. It just means that I'm probably being silly or something.

Hope you guys enjoy the chapter.

The day had passed quite quickly. The sun had set and the snow had stopped falling. The sky was clear, making the night feel more cold. The stars shined brightly as the moon reflected on the now darkened sea. The way that the moon was reflected made most of the ripples look like white diamonds. The sea had been surprisingly calm at the moment, only causing the boat to bob up and down a little bit. There were no other boats on the water or any helicopters in the sky. So far, everything was going a smoothly as it can be for now.

Kaito wrapped the blanket on his shoulders a little tighter as a breeze blew right through him. He was glad that blankets were found on board the boat, otherwise he and some of the others on the deck might have frozen to death right now. He wanted to move around a bit, just to help him warm up a little, but he couldn't bring himself to do that. Maki was still unconscious, currently laying on the deck and wrapped up in three blankets as if they were a cocoon. Her face was cleaned up from her nosebleed. She seemed to be just exhausted but Kaito can't be sure. Her body was okay, but what about her mind? She used her powers to kill the guards, but it looked like it drained her immensely. She probably wasn't used to using her powers like that. She overdid it too quickly. Kaito is only hoping that there has been no damage to the inside of her body.

Maki suddenly let out a quiet moan. Kaito sat upright in a little surprise. He kept his distance because he didn't want to overwhelm her. Maki's eyes slowly blinked open. They seemed to focus on Kaito as soon as she saw him. Kaito felt a little relieved right up until Maki sat up. She moved too quickly. The second she sat up, she immediately started to gag. She was trying to keep it in, but she struggled. Seeing the problem right away, Kaito rapidly got her untangled from the blankets, moved her to the side of the boat and she leaned over so she was facing the ocean. The second she looked down, her stomach contents were finally expelled from her body. Her body violently trembled as Kaito rubbed her back soothingly with one hand and kept her hair out of the way with his other hand. Maki didn't seem to notice, too busy emptying out her stomach to care.

It took a minute, but Maki was finally able to settle her stomach. She heaved for air as her legs started to buckle under her. Kaito held her steady as he helped to lower her to the deck. He grabbed the discarded blankets and wrapped them around her as she shivered. Maki curled up into them almost like a tortoise retreating into its shell. She glanced around taking in her surroundings and looking up at the night sky as she smelt the sea salt in the air.

"You okay?" Kaito asked cautiously as he rubbed Maki's back.

"Give me a minute and I will be." Maki moaned, bringing the blankets tighter around her.

"You sure?" Kaito asked, not too convinced about Maki's answer.

"The last time that I used my powers like that was five years ago before I ended up in that place." Maki muttered absentmindedly, seeming not to hear how worried Kaito had sounded. She rubbed her head tenderly. "What happened?"

"We got out. Just like I promised." Kaito stated, trying hard not to think about how close everyone had come to getting caught. Maki looked up at the sky again, making sure that this wasn't a dream that she was having.

"The others would've left me behind. Why didn't you?" She asked looking at Kaito in the eye. She knew that the others wouldn't stop to help her. They would never help out a monster like her. However, Kaito was different. Why did he care about her when everyone else didn't?

"Well, one, I made a promise, and a man should always keep his word. And two, you're human, just like us. And you deserve to have a life." Kaito answered, smiling at Maki like nothing else mattered at that moment. He hid the fact that he was frustrated at Maki for being hard on herself like this. He was reminded of how everyone didn't hesitate to run without her after she collapsed. They didn't stop to think that without Maki, they might not be on this boat right now. Kaito didn't want Maki to think that she was on her own. He wanted to remind her that there was someone that had her back. However, telling by the look on her face, Maki didn't seem to believe in what he was telling her.

"Land ho!" Kokichi's voice suddenly rang out. Everyone on the deck went to the side and looked on ahead. Seems that they were approaching some kind of town. There was a dock big enough to have to boat abandoned at, but they'll need to evacuate it the second they dock. A boat like this suddenly coming into port without warning or invitation was be gained some unwanted attention.

"Once we're on dry land, I'm leaving. It's clear that the others don't want me around." Maki suddenly said. The way she spoke, she landed like she didn't want Kaito to hear that, like she was thinking it out loud without realising. Kaito heard it and he didn't like the sound of it. He can't let Maki go all by herself. It had been five years since she's been outside. The world has been changing. She might not last long out there by herself.

"I get it if you don't trust anyone. But I don't think that it's a good idea for you to go alone. You might get captured by them again. Please stay." Kaito begged, trying his best not to sound too desperate. Maki didn't look at him, focusing only on the lights of the town. Kaito gently grabbed her hand which rested on the side. Maki looked up at him then, her face blank. "I promise, no matter what, I've got your back." Maki stared right at Kaito. She was watching his eyes and facial expressions carefully. She wanted to make sure that he wasn't trying to trick her. She scanned him carefully. She couldn't see any lies or signs of deception in his eyes. They were honest and caring. He really cared about someone like her? He had to be the biggest idiot on the planet if he wanted to trust her this badly. No one should ever trust anyone that has been an assassin. Kaito should be scared of her, just like everyone else. Why isn't he?

Despite that though, the idiot brought up a valid point. White might have people on the mainland should there be Limitless in certain areas. Once they get word of the escape, no doubt they'll be searching for everyone. Maki wasn't too keen on being around people that didn't want to trust her, or be around her. However, if safety in numbers is a thing, then she'll take her chance for now. At least until she finds a way to get somewhere far away and safe enough away from White and that Facility. Then she'll be on her own for good and not have to worry, nor care about anyone else.

"Fine. I'll stay for now." Maki sighed in defeat, ripping her hand out of Kaito's grip. She looked back at the town. "Don't expect it to be a permanent thing, especially if they give me a reason to leave." It was a small victory. That's what Kaito thought. Maki was staying. He felt glad that she was. However, he knows that he's got to work hard to make her feel accepted, even if it was just him. He also wants everyone else to start trusting her as well. They can't keep shunning her forever, especially after what she had done to save them. Maybe he can try to get them to listen to her and hear what had happened to her. They'll be able to understand that what had happened to her wasn't something that she had control of. Kaito believed that Shuichi might listen, maybe Keade as well. So long as one of the other listens to Maki and gives her a chance, maybe Maki will start learning to let people in. The burdens that she was carrying right now could finally be lifted off of her shoulders. Things like this take time. Kaito only hoped that it wouldn't take too long. Otherwise Maki might leave, just as she said she would. And then, he might not be able to help her.

One chance, and one friend, will hopefully be more than enough for Maki to stay.

#Kaimaki #drv3 #super power au #limitless fic #kaito momota #maki haruwaka

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