#They want to destroy the Earthlings from the inside out

[aita-blorbos]

(edited with lowercase this time!)

AITA for lying to my friends and insulting my former boss?

Greetings Earthlings in my tablet. I do not correspond to this planet’s means of identifying oneself such as ‘gender’ or ‘age’.

So. I used to work for someone who I will be referring to as ‘YD’. This work of mine, it was being fought against by a group of people who I will be referring to as the ‘CGs’. The CGs are the direct enemies of YD, so that made them my enemies. After YD gave me the resources to properly destroy them (which did not succeed), I became stranded on this planet.

I was desperate to get off this planet because there was a geoweapon embedded in its core that would tear the planet apart from the inside. The CGs sabotaged my every attempt to escape and even incapacitated me as I was attempting to bargain with and inform them.

But one of the members, who I will be referring to as ‘S’ , freed me, wanting me to finish what I had tried to say. But I was petty and refused to talk at first.

I grew to trust ‘S’ however, and told him about the danger, believing that he knew a way to stop it. He didn’t know a way but he thought the CGs could help and wanted to tell them. I was reluctant to, but he convinced me. When we told them, for obvious reasons, they immediately wanted to stop the weapon. We planned to work together to build a drill so we could drill to the planet’s core and destroy it. Even though they were my enemies, I needed their help to ensure my survival.

As we were building the drill, I grew to care for the CGs, and them for me. They helped me grow and develop as a person. I saw the beauty and value of this planet. I wanted to destroy the weapon not just so I wouldn't die, but because there is life on this planet worth protecting.

The final step of building the drill involved us going to a communication base to retrieve the latitude and longitude coordinates of the weapon. While we were there, I found a communicator that would reach a direct communication line to YD.

I stole it. I had a good reason for it! We built this drill out of spare parts we found on the planet. Very cheap outdated technology. Our odds of succeeding were very low. I thought that I could use my findings to convince YD to spare this planet

My friends assumed that I had betrayed them. (which is fair). They attempted to stop me at every angle. They didn't even listen to me when I tried to explain! I had to physically fight them off, giant robots got involved (Okay maybe I should have tried harder to tell them my intentions but that's beside the point)

I had activated the communicator and pled my case to YD. And do you know what she said.

She completely disregarded everything I told her!!!! And said very clearly and bluntly that she wanted this planet to die!!!

She then told me that the only way I could redeem myself was to let the weapon grow. And you know what I did?

I refused and called her a clod!!!! To her face out of all things!!!!!!!

My friends congratulated me for this and said I was forgiven and in the right, but I have had some lingering doubts. 'S' told me about this court of opinion and here we are.

AITA?

(edit: I have seen that there has been confusion over the meaning of clod. It means dirt. To call someone as important as YD a clod essentially means I view her as beneath me.)

(edit 2: I have also seen people wondering why we had giant robots on hand. Long story short, it was a competition between me and another CG, 'P' to decide who would lead the drill project.)

(edit 3: 'S' has informed me that I have stirred panic about the Geoweapon embedded into earth's core. Rest assured Earthlings, the threat has been neutralized. We put it in a bubble.)

#aita #am i the asshole #unreality

[monkeymindscream]

I feel like hopefully stirring up a discussion/inspiring people to share their own thoughts, so have some headcanons I have regarding the Krangs' fucked-up society/biology/etc:

—The Krang as we see them are basically a space-parasite that glommed onto the utrom species. The utrom scientists of yore poked Dimension X too hard (the dimension just past the prison dimension and right before the nothingness that sits at the center of all realities), and accidentally unleashed the eldritch horrors that existed within. i.e. The aforementioned parasites. The utrom ended up being completely overtaken, cordyceps-and-ants style, and countless lives across the galaxy were destroyed as a result of them not leaving well enough alone. Nice work, ya chucklefucks.

—Krang morality is… weird. They do understand there’s a separation between right and wrong, and as a group they tend to try to stick to the “right” side of the equation. And despite being just a shade away from being a hivemind, they can even have individual moral codes about what they personally view as acceptable and reprehensible.

It’s just that unfortunately, their definition of “right vs. wrong” is very different from the rest of the universe. That whole “we’re stronger which means we know better than everyone else” mentality.

—They genuinely think they’re helping when they assimilate planets. Uno wasn’t spouting bullshit when he declared “I am saving this WEAK planet!” Because, really, why would he bother to bullshit at that point? He’d thought his victory was assured, and that Leo would either die at Raph’s hand or be beaten down enough to get krangified himself. Why bother making that statement if he didn’t 100% believe it?

As far as the Krang see it, they are the strongest beings in existence. Only the strong deserve to live. By assimilating other lifeforms, they’re gifting them the strength of the Krang, essentially granting them the right to life. There’s a reason Uno described their goals as a “crusade.” If any other Krang had been around to hear him say he was “saving” earth, they’d have agreed wholeheartedly.

(The “I am a gift!” –line would’ve elicited some eyerolls, though. Not that he’d have cared – as far as he’s concerned he’s just stating the facts, but anyway.)

—What we saw of Earth’s invasion – both in the snippet of the future and present-day events – was far, far more violent and cruel than how Krang invasions typically go. (Example: At one point Casey mentions a “Krang labor camp.” Which, considering they have the ability to krangify whoever/WHATever they want, the Krang shouldn’t logically have a need for a labor camp. They made one anyway.) This is for two reasons:

First, there were only three true Krang doing the invading. We see mechsuits marching around in the future, sure, but we don’t actually see any Krang inside them. This is because it’s just empty tech the sibs built to enforce their will/probably just to deal with the tech Donnie built to combat them. Since the sibs couldn’t rely on numbers to take out their enemies cleanly, they had to utilize brute-force and make things messy.

Second, Uno says, and I quote: “The people of this planet will pay for what they’ve done to me.” The assimilation of earth was personal. He (+his siblings, I can only imagine) were fucking pissed, and putting the hurt on the creatures who took down his entire species was just as much the goal as conquering them was.

—Absolutely none of the chemicals that help determine humans’ emotions can be found in any of the Krang. As such, certain earthling emotional responses are literally beyond their comprehension when they’re functioning how they’re supposed to. They don’t feel anxiety, for example. They can feel fear, but there needs to be immediate danger present for them to get to that point. Which, considering their whole “strength is the end-all-be-all; the weak can get fucked” mentality, isn’t exactly something they would openly indulge in anyway, but you get it. In fact, most emotional responses besides all-out rage are considered the Krang equivalent of going clinically insane in their society. 

(Like with humans who’ve been driven insane, these responses are usually brought on by trauma.)

—Bouncing off of this, they’re mostly incapable of feeling empathy or compassion. Not entirely, granted, but it’s essentially only towards members of the little packs they’ll form amongst themselves, and even then there’s limits. Frankly, if they start to exhibit too much of either, they’d be placed into the same “insane” classification above. Too much empathy/compassion will inevitably endanger the Krangs’ collective mission, so more often than not offenders are put down rather quickly.

Note: I really need to emphasize that instances of the above (Krang feeling empathy or compassion/displaying extreme emotional responses that aren’t rage) are not ever a “ooh this individual from an Always Evil species saw the light and now they’re a good guy!” –situation. Krang who end up like this tend to be extremely erratic, and not particularly lucid. Their brains are not functioning the way they’re supposed to if they gain access to this spectrum of emotions, and it’s abundantly obvious. When I say these things qualify them as being insane, I mean it. 

—Krang do actually place importance on familial bonds, it’s just that said bonds aren’t usually based on any kind of genetic connection. Krang “siblings,” for example, are overwhelmingly not related in the slightest, and are completely family of choice. The deciding factors between becoming siblings versus just being comrades is that in addition to just being a pragmatic alliance, they actually like each other.

—It’s genetically impossible for Krangs to become inbred or suffer any kind of defects based on the relations of their parents, which plays a part in them not really needing to keep track of who they share genetic material with. Hilariously, though, mating with their chosen siblings is just as much of a taboo for them as sleeping with genetic siblings is for humans. Most would be utterly disgusted at the very suggestion. There is very little in common between human and Krang morality, but that’s one of the few places they overlap.

—Romantic connections are much rarer than the sibling packs they form, but not unheard of. Generally speaking, Krang usually just pair off with the most pragmatic match available during their mating period, and then don’t care if they never see each other again. But it’s perfectly possible for them to form a bond with one partner in particular, integrate them into whatever group they may currently be a part of, and then default to them during the mating period.

(The Krang: The only species where “You’re my default” is actually an incredibly romantic thing to say to your partner.)

—The Krang are hermaphrodites, capable of either inseminating or becoming pregnant depending on the situation. There are differences between males and females, just none involving reproductive organs: Females have heightened reflexes, males have a thicker hide (females have eight layers of skin, males have twelve). Baby Krang, being born fully cognizant (if much smaller and maybe a bit more naive than the adults), need to decide what their sex is the second they pop out, and are then responsible for producing the proper chemicals until they hit puberty to ensure their chosen sex. 

(Note: Attempting to produce all the chemicals to try to get the benefits of both sexes will result in the Krang-equivalent of an autoimmune disease. This is highly unrecommended for this reason.)

—Tying in with the above, Krangs’ collective idea of “gender” boils down to like. Stats basically. Did you opt for speed or durability? Masculinity and femininity are completely foreign (and useless) concepts to them.

—The Krang mating process is a combination of several animals I’ve read about. They all have a hectocotylus tentacle (the middle one on their right sides, if you’re wondering), which one partner will remove and present to the mate they’ve decided will carry the new Krang. The babies gestate (Krang will carry between about 50-70 palm-sized spawn at a time), and then when the time is right the kids will eat their way out of their parent. Krang are a lot spongier than most species, so unless things go horribly wrong they’ll survive giving birth, but it’s every bit as agonizing as you’d expect it to be.

—When mating, it's the Krang who’s deemed the stronger of the pair who gets the privilege of carrying the children, considering how violent the birthing process is. Which like, that’s rough buddy, but eh I mean tradeoff they’re also the only ones who actually get any kind of pleasure from the process? Krangs’ hectocotylus tentacles are numb (and y’know. Not attached to the owners body by that point in the event) so it’s not like the ones donating are having any fun...

—There’s four different kinds of Krang within the species: Makers, Interrogators, Assimilators, and Footsoldiers, all categorized by the unique abilities they do or don’t have. 

Makers are known for their ability to infuse the essence/power of the Krang into things. Think the flawless synchronization the three Krang we see have with their mechsuits, or hell – the Dark Armor. All made by maker-Krang.

Interrogators are characterized by their ability to literally burrow into people’s minds to collect information. We all saw how that worked. 

Assimilators are the ones capturing things in meat vines and turning them into mindless zombies for the Krang cause. They differ from Makers in that, while their control is fairly superficial, all things considered, they can take control of near anything. It’s ultimately irrelevant whether they're controlling a living person or an inanimate object (like a friggin train, as we saw in the movie), but their powers are noticeably more effective on living organisms. Makers, though their connection/control of what they infuse Krang energy to is close to absolute, can only do this with nonliving items. Which then drain the lifeforce/essence/souls of any non-Krang lifeforms who were unfortunate/stupid enough to try to control them.

Footsoldiers are defined by the fact that they don’t have any special abilities. Two’s a Footsoldier, and this is actually why she’s so fuckin feral with “no character development.” It was either prove she was strong by constantly being the craziest motherfucker in the room, or slip down to the bottom of the barrel.

—Despite what you might think based on the clear lines being drawn amongst “types,” there’s no caste system in place. They value strength above all else, which could come from any type. (It’s just that unfortunately for Two, it’s a lot harder for Footsoldiers to prove their strength than the other three.)

—It’s not uncommon for Krang to keep “pets” of some of the species they assimilate. They can grow just as attached to their pets as they would towards any of their siblings/defaults, it’s just that unfortunately everything said pet used to be before getting Krangified tends to get wiped clean. If Leo hadn’t shown up to rescue him, Raph had been on his way to becoming Uno’s new pet.

—Two words: Environmental mimicry.

Prior to being infected by the Krang parasite, utrom were an aquatic species (amphibious technically, but semantics). They had a number of things in common with a variety of earthen cephalopods, octopi in particular. Octopi are really, really good at blending in with their environments, and can do everything from changing color to changing their texture. Utrom had a similar ability. Not so much to blend in with their physical environments, granted (though they could do that too), but blending in with other species. In short, they can shapeshift without a cloaking brooch. 

This is very much a forgotten skill amongst the Krang, or at the very least no living Krang knows of it. Which, yeah, sample size of three, but the point stands. Krang are infinitely more aggressive than utrom were, and as such tend to (literally) tackle problems/adversaries head-on. They’ve had no need to disguise themselves for millennia, so over the years they collectively forgot they even could. Still, it remains something within the scope of their abilities, even if they never make use of it.

—Krang secrete mucus when stressed. Leo refers to the Krang as “slimeballs” in the movie, they're not actually all that slimy. Because looking at it from a biological standpoint, the reason why creatures are “slimy” (think amphibians and worms), is because their skin needs to be wet for them to absorb oxygen. The Krang, being aliens, might not even need oxygen, or if they do I question whether they’d process it the same as earth creatures. So there wouldn’t really be a need for them to be slimy 24/7. Instead, it's reserved for situations where they're in some form of distress. It makes them more difficult to grab in a potentially deadly situation, see, since Krang are most likely to feel stressed when faced with someone stronger who has murder on their mind.

#copy-pasting from my convos with Wig again #I come up with all my best shit talking to her what can I say #might share some more character-specific thoughts later if I can be bothered/people are interested #but in the meantime have this #rottmnt #muttering about turtles #krangcanons #krang rottmnt

[cheetahsprints]

Prompt #6: Garden

Inspired by this post

• Sonadow Prompt Fills •

• Ambience Music •

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Shadow waited. He scarcely glanced at the meteors passing through the endless sky.

Telling the passage of time was impossible.

The garden was not immune to its effects, though. That was the only sign. The flooring became cracked by some more persistent weeds that ate their way to the center. They crawled over Shadow's shoes until he couldn't see them anymore... those shoes that had been a gift from the Professor, the idea from his dear Maria. The columns faded and the paint chipped away. The robots that tended to the garden went defunct since no one came to repair them. As a result, the plants eventually wilted. Through all of that, Shadow barely moved more than a statue, aside from actions that were involuntary.

“Let’s play a game,” Maria had said, poking the dark red gemstone embedded in his chest. “You will stay here and stand very still. I’ll be back soon!”

So, he had waited. She hadn’t really explained the rules, he had soon realized upon reflection. However, it didn’t matter. He didn’t want to lose. He didn’t want to disappoint. He had to play the game the correct way, even though he knew she would never actually be angry with him.

He was the Ultimate Lifeform, designed to protect and heal. He could do such a simple thing as stay and stand very still. It was child’s play... literally.

He didn’t need food, but he eventually missed the taste and the feeling of being full. Enough time passed that his mouth grew dry and his tongue thick, without water. His muscles ached. He wouldn’t grow sick. He wouldn’t age. He wouldn’t perish like all of the flowers.

He missed their beauty, the rainbow of colors. He missed Maria’s voice, her fond looks, her laugh, everything. He missed the Professor too, because he didn’t appear either. No one appeared. The garden was theirs, him and Maria. The other scientists didn’t know about its existence.

He often wondered if he was playing the game right. Games usually ended before too long. Did he misunderstand something? Surely, it couldn’t hurt to give her a call and check… they could restart with more clarity…

Then, something new happened, finally, just before his decision was set into motion. A screen flickered on and disrupted the emptiness. It revealed a hedgehog with bright green eyes, a peach muzzle, blue quills, and a deep blue gem in his belly, the first face and splash of color that Shadow could feast his eyes upon in an unfathomable amount of time. His jovial voice caressed Shadow’s ears and lit the feeble embers inside of him. He spoke about harmony, about change, about freedom, friendship, and love.

He spoke about Maria Robotnik’s sacrifice to save the Earth.

He was ignorant of Shadow’s rage. He didn’t see Shadow punch the communicator to bits, bellowing with betrayal and agony. Shadow felt he was such a fool to have happily listened and watched her drift away.

The carefree blue idiot would feel Shadow’s fury when he descended to Earth, intent on destroying it. He and his silly little friends took a beating for having been there when Maria had gone on without him. Shadow was halted when he found out from the pink hedgehog that Maria’s greatest wish had been to protect the Earth and that was the purpose Shadow had originally been created to serve. However, the entity Black Doom had wanted to use Professor Robotnik’s resources for the destruction of worlds and later an organization of Earthlings wanted to weaponize his creations.

Shadow deflated into confusion and sorrow.

Sonic held him as he broke down and cried, feeling like a forgotten toy by the one he had loved most. He felt inexplicably safe in Sonic’s arms. He was a near stranger, yet it felt like Shadow was done waiting and had finally come home.

“She wanted you to stay safe,” Sonic reassured warmly. “She didn’t want anything to happen to you, and she probably hoped you’d get the idea and leave on your own, or that she’d be able to return to you when the danger passed. I’m so sorry, Shadow.”

“Thank you... Sonic...”

Perhaps, in time, his love could take a new form.

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#sonadow #prompts #sonadow au #steven universe the movie sonic au #tw abandonment #don't question how things exactly work in this context lol #bc I didn't really think about it in depth #this is more character/au riff centric than shippy woops #ficlets be like: here's an idea I won't expand upon have fun

[angisam]

Chapter 1

Summary:

Each new owner who gains custody of you is stupider than the last, but it was The Old Drunkard who sealed your fate of remaining trapped in a disgusting piece of sludge they call a tank. You would have given anything to have it be your own claws and teeth who stole his life in retaliation, but it was the no-humans who took that honor. Now you have new owners, new eyes full of curiosity interested in you. You don’t like it, that was never a good thing. But maybe, just maybe, you can take this new change of ownership as an opportunity to meet the sea again. Just never forget: You can’t trust anyone. Not again [History of Siren Y/N meeting the animatronic crew led by Sun and Moon etc]

Chapter 2: The Beast fights

You don't know how long you've been sleeping, no enough, definitely not enough, but you wake up by the sound of them tearing the ship apart.

As tired as you are, you can't sleep with such a bloody racket. You're sick of so much noise and you just want to smash things to get rid of some of the frustration that keeps piling up on your shoulders, unfortunately for you, that kind of fun is only available to those other beings. So you can only settle for staying inside in the privacy of your hollow trunk, thinking while you watch them work.

As far as you can see from the little ruts and holes the battered trunk gives you, there's not a human in sight. Not even someone from Old Drunkard's crew.

You don't need many clues to deduce what has happened to them, you feel neither pity nor glee at not seeing those people again, but you really would have liked to have personally taken care of The Idiot.

The bastard died in combat and not drowned in his own vomit. You would have liked to have seen it, and the disappointment put you in a worse mood.

Now, to the interesting thing, you thought two Unsouling together was weird, but six?!... You didn't know what to think about it. The Loudmouth was a cocky cretin, the possibility that he was lying about the 'expensive creatures' was taking a lot of chances.

However, as much as you would like to believe that they were simply things that anyone could get, you had a feeling that they were not, and that he didn't lie to you. The man was many things, and for better or worse he seemed to be completely honest when he spoke.

Which meant that the possibility that you were now in the possession of a rich and powerful human made you very anxious and the very thought of it overwhelmed you. Actually you always felt nervous when you changed ownership, you never knew what to expect.

You decided not to think too much and live in the moment now.

At least you can feel the warmth of the day for the first time in a long time. Soaking up the clean oxygen after an eternity in the muck. The water barely covers half of your body, crawling along the ground ignoring the diseased scales, thorns and other debris. The world comes to a standstill for a few seconds and it's just you with a hint of happiness.

The dark wooden cap over your head had vanished, making you remember those times where you rested on the shore of a beach.

You close your eyes and breathe.

It was good that your kind could breathe air for a limited time. You don't know if that information was known for them or if it was simply fortuitous for both.

As much as you would like to ignore the presence of the pesky earthlings and go on with your happy fantasy, though, the creatures were still destroying the cursed ship, plundering it until they could squeeze out the last drop of usable utility they could get it.

They were literally ripping up chunks of wood, not just plundering whatever resources the crew had... you have no idea why they would do something like that but it's clear they wouldn't stop until they left a shell floating adrift.

You glanced around at the heads hovering around. Six was the number of crew you had seen so far. You had only met a single being like them in the past, so you didn't know what to think as you watched them work so coordinated.

At first you were alert as you watched them install what they called a pulley system to lift the tank, after they made the roof disappear. You were terribly tempted to start unbalancing the tank as they lifted you up, but your common sense reasoned that it was too much effort in the face of the possibility of dying among broken glass.

You were glad you had conserved that energy for a better use.

"UUHHGG, Stop messing around already!" The greenish-colored, stretched-mouthed Unsouling quickly pushed his broom away saving himself from being split by your powerful chomp.

"Please...make things easier for us" Another Unsouling, with a mop and softer and rounder face, features spoken in a tired but calm voice.

You weren't going to make things easy for them. You were having too much fun.

The crewman with the mop saw your intentions as he noticed how you were getting ready to pounce, pulling his tool away just as you were about to strike.

Both beings were making a great effort to clean their part of the tank while you were making a great effort to prevent it.

You had lost a lot of strength and speed during all these years of being a prisoner of humans. A little voice reminded you with every gasp and pause that you were degraded, weak and sick, but you tried to shake it off convinced that in reality this big guy just possessed impressive reflexes.

The thrill of the "hunt" was also a great way to not overthink things and just release some frustration.

Despite your games, they were doing a great job. At least the Big Guy was getting it done without too much trouble. You had chosen as your main focus this greenish Unsouling to annoy.

Because, frankly, it was fun.

You stand with your back to the Greenish Unsouling pretending to keep an eye out for the Big Guy's mop while you wait for time to pass to find your opportunity. Fool your prey, make sure he diverts his attention away from you. Make him feel confident and secure.

Wait for the right moment while 'trying' to catch the Big Guy's mop with clumsy and silly movements.

You wait.

Wait.

Come a little closer.

Wait more.

He's not looking.

NOW!.

"HEY!" You thrust your whole body in a single leap. The sound of something breaking along with the sensation of sharp shavings in your mouth felt heady, watching out of the corner of your eyes as the remaining piece of wood keeps you company floating in the water.

Greenish stared in shock and immobility at his now useless handle.

"AGAIN!" The splintered stick was being pointed accusingly at you, who remained grinning mischievously and spitting chunks of wood proudly.

You can still do it

Listening to the tantrums of this cranky Unsouling is making the day wonderful. He looked easy to anger, easy to tease, it was entertaining to get such an effusive reaction to you and apparently, he couldn't do anything but suck it up and scream. That was the fun part. Feeling like you could handle it somehow.

Quite a contrast to his partner. He is much patient or at least does a great job of ignoring you or not getting annoyed by your attempts to stress him out. Sometimes you get the feeling that he is able to read your moves before you make them.

He was no longer of interest to you if he didn't bother, let alone create major frustration for you.

It made you feel vulnerable

There was nothing wrong with them trying to clean up the mess you hated so much. In fact you were looking forward to them doing it, internally you appreciated it immensely but it would be stupid to waste this moment of fun that was so rare.

Greenish hissed at you, squinting his eyes, tired of your games and you hissed back politely with a harsh laugh as you watched him squeeze the handle until it burst into tiny splinters under his fist.

This 'hunt' besides being a casual entertainment, you hoped it would also help with your image of 'being just a dumb, wild animal', as you had little desire to interact with them or that they would have any interest in educating you or anything like that. You preferred the freedom of unconsciousness.

"You think you're so funny? You wouldn't be laughing so loud if I went down there and-" Another broom whacked into his face without warning. Neither he nor you saw that attack coming. Greenish almost fell inside in an attempt to grab the thing as he juggled to keep from falling off his tall ladder, almost keeping you company inside the tank.

You looked at where the new broom had appeared from.

"You're going to fix that later" announced another one of those beings. This one reminded you more of the one you first met but with silver hair and more stripes. And more blunt.

It was quite striking and you didn't know what to think about it.

Three of them were currently tearing apart the Old Drunkard's ship, the other three were with you, but only the Silver one stood apart from the group and therefore away from you without doing much more than looking at his strange green claws.

You respected that She stayed away from you, so you ignored her presence until she decided to attack his companion.

"Make sure you don't break this one. It's the last one." As soon as you heard her speak you got the feeling that her character was smug, somehow it reminded you of the Loudmouth.

"YOU'RE supposed to use THIS" One of his fists hit the edge of your tank throwing a vibration throughout the structure. The blow made you flinch in surprise. These beings were brute force, maybe with a little luck he would break the glass.

You failed in your multiple attempts but maybe Greenish could.

"Why should I? You know how I hate the smell of fish and that smells like weeks old rotten fish. I don't want to smell that disgusting stench for the rest of the trip" You almost gasped in offense but the truth is she was absolutely right, you had simply gotten used to the smell of rotten.

You could tell how the handle of the new broom was starting to give in to the abuse.

You began to like the idea of seeing a fight between the two of them, when you heard small cracks forming in the wood.

"AND YOU THINK THAT-"

"Monty!" The Big Guy's reprimanding and firm voice dryly snuffed out any complaints. he even made you jump in surprise again when you discover that he could actually shout "Monty, just keep cleaning up, it's not worth arguing with her about this" The resignation was palpable in his words, as if it wasn't the first time these two had argued like this.

Greenish, Monty, ignored his partner and continued their discussion as if he had never heard anything.

"We were put in charge of taking care of the damn fish and I'm not going to do all the work because you don't want to smell like fish, get over here and clean up the muck!" The Silver one simply looked at her nails disregarding any reproach, blatantly averting her eyes for more mockery .

"Like I said, I prefer not to smell like rotten fish, like you already do, thank you" You looked at Greenish very interested in his reaction.

"We're in the middle of the sea, you already smell like rotten fish, you always have! Get your ass over here and get to work!" biting that stick was the best decision you ever made.

"HOW DARE YOU?" The Silver One came striding over to where the Greenish was standing. Who just glared at her angrily from the top of the ladder knowing she wasn't going to get her broom back.

Her neck lengthened more with each step only to keep her sour, scowling gaze on her companion.

"Take that back right now or I'll rip your tail off and throw it into the sea!"

"HA! I would but that would be discarding a FACT" You heard a sort of rabid roar and next you see how the Silver one threw a kick at the ladder.

By now you were tense-shouldered, tail wagging and excited by what you were seeing, you were about to witness a fight between two brutal beasts. With a little luck you would not only have fun but they would break your prison and you could escape from there.

The probabilities were low but you didn't rule out any chance of escape no matter how small.

Babbling indecipherable curses between hisses, The Greenish recovered from the fall and with a single gesture threw his head next to the forehead of The Silver One.

You could see the clenched fists and hear the dangerous clicks, The Silver One showed no fear, undaunted by his threats.

It was strange the passivity The Silver One showed in the face of the clear threat, you turned to look at the Big Guy to see what he thought of all this. He was no longer cleaning up, he was still watching and studying the evolution of the fight with concern but at the same time... annoyed? tired? you weren't sure how to read that look exactly.

"Take it away I stink" The words sounded as smooth and lethal as a harpoon.

"After throwing me against the ground? What I'm going to take back is your damn mop-like scalp!"

"Take it back!" you widened your eyes excited for what was coming as you heard the clear last warning.

"You'll still stink of waste" they both shot a step back and pulled your claws out in front of each other.

"Monty, Roxanne! Stop this, there's no point" You heard the Big Guy's concerned and alert voice but what made everything stop wasn't his voice.

"WHAT ARE YOU TWO SUPPOSED TO BE DOING!?" you twitch in fright at the rabid shout and shoot your head around to discover Captain Blue on the gunwale of the other boat, very upset and about to tear off the wood clenching his hands.

"Were you just going to stand there and watch!?" his head was looking up, where the Big Guy was cowering a little guiltily at the top of the stairs.

"...I didn't feel like going back to the bottom of the sea" It was a firm but somewhat unsure answer that he could offer as an excuse.

You hear a thump, along with several tinkling sounds, as if a multitude of things were colliding but didn't have much room to move. On the other side of the ship, next to Captain Blue, a heavy looking crate was placed. Some hands prevent it from escaping overboard into the sea, it is another of the Unsouling, Whitey, which reminds you too much of a rare seagull because of its particular face.

"I remember that day. It was quite a bliss that we were near an island, picking him up from the bottom would have been a problem."

"Don't remind me..." You saw the interaction between the Odd Seagull and the Big Guy, you didn't quite understand the problem but you understand that these beings don't swim very well. The idea never occurred to you. You hide your smile between your shoulders imagining these beings slowly sinking to the bottom and walking to dry land.

"This brainless brute says I stink!" The broom flew shot towards The Silver One and before you knew what had happened, she was gripping the tool with both hands, snarling and practically slamming her forehead into her larger rival's as they shot hateful glances at each other.

"Not enough yet, clean the goddamn tank!" hissed Greenish, pushing her forehead forward even more.

You back up a bit not wanting to be anywhere near their fight, broken and cutting glass is not what you want on top of it in case they started fighting. The silver one screams in protest pushing her partner, not taking off their heads. Surprisingly the broom remains intact between 4 fists, as they seemed to concentrate all their strength on pushing each other with their faces.

You look at Captain Blue and you can see him stroking his head with both hands, as if he has an unbearable headache as he looks out to sea begging for patience. You don't envy him when the Odd Seagull strokes his back to help him relax somehow.

Captain Blue's fists scream stop when they suddenly dig in fast enough and hard enough to make the splinters in the wood jump.

"You two have got me fed up with your foolish bickering! I don't care who started it this time, all I care about is emptying this ship and cleaning that fish tank. You two get on with the cleaning, I want that tank full by the time we get back. Roxanne goes with Chica and loads the stuff onto the boat. I don't want to deal with this now" Those were his last words before turning to leave without giving a chance to hear complaints or reproaches.

"Fine" With a gesture of arrogance and pride, The Silver One, Roxanne, turned away from the Greenish not without first giving him a shove and pushing him out of her way. In one leap she moved on to the other boat without bothering to look back. The Odd Seagull had to quickly pick up her crate when she saw that she was falling behind when the silvery head of her companion disappeared through one of the hatches.

You look sideways at the Greenish waiting for some reaction or response and in fact , there is one there. The broom hits the glass in front of you so unexpectedly that you jump away in sudden surprise, but quickly recover and watch a little unsteadily as he trembles with his eyes closed and his fists clenched as if he's holding something back.

The scene becomes, well, interesting when he starts kicking and punching the air, turning in on himself and mumbling incomprehensible sounds.

He's having... a real tantrum.

You recoil again when you see him spinning around very close to you, though you notice he's not paying you the slightest bit of attention, too busy with his imaginary fight.

You hear a long, tired sigh behind you. The Big Guy has started down the stairs. You stare at it unsure what it's going to do is it going to leave and abandon you with its crazy partner? but instead it just stands at a safe distance from its partner's random jiggling, waiting patiently for him to cool down.

The Greenish spent quite a while fighting against nothingness and it started to get uncomfortably boring, giving way to thrashing, you couldn't figure out what it was doing, until something clicks in your head and you realize: it's actually holding himself back. Every time he tries to kick something solid he stops, grunts and turns to punch the air again.

Earthlings are weird, each and every one of them without exception and these freaks are even weirder, though you suppose that seeing the splinters on the other ship where Captain Blue's fists left their memory, it's probably for the best for them to have some self-control.

You wanted to annoy them, you had no expectation that they would do anything, but the thought of them breaking the glass and being able to have free access to you no longer seems tempting.

"How do you feel?" The soft words that come out of the Big Guy when the other seems tired of his tantrums.

"I'd be better off if you all would let me smash something, there's a nice ship in there that no one will miss" A palm lands with moral support on his shoulder. You can't see the Greenish's reaction because their backs are to you but you think he didn't expect it the way he jumped.

"You don't need it.you are doing great. Good job" That's the first animated thing you hear from the Big Guy. He genuinely seemed proud for some reason you don't understand.

"It would be easier if she didn't have to do HER job!".

You generally ignore other people's conversations but you're curious enough to find out about their problems, who knows maybe you can glean some useful information.

"she gets bad when you mess with her looks" You heard an indignant 'tsk'.

"Get over it, we're pirates now, surrounded by water and mold!" The Greenish is shouting again and you can tell how the Big Guy is trying to calm him down by waving his hands as if he can calm his anger.

"Monty, I know but customs are hard to-"

"Overcome?" she interrupted him "She's still having trouble adjusting because she refuses to change, however, I must 'forget my habits' without having a choice."

The Big Guy's shoulders slump at her words and you don't need to see his face to know he's disappointed with what he's heard "Your habits are called Anger Control Problems, and unlike Roxanne's insecurities, yours are destructive and involve a great deal of expense to maintain, expense that-"

"yeah yeah, shut the fuck up already" The greenish one looked away. You can sense some resignation, you're not sure if you also notice embarrassment or annoyance at his partner's scolding.

It bothers you not to be able to see their faces, you are better at reading terrestrials than understanding them, so you try to move to one side and the other to find the right position to spy on them, but they decided to turn their backs on you completely. Surely they did it on purpose, somehow they always seek to annoy you.

You leap when you see the Big Guy turn to you and for a moment you try to dissimulate believing that you caught his attention. However, all he did was pick up the abandoned and battered broom.

"It's still annoying" You heard the Greenish speak again, still annoyed and you can notice that 'not forgiving' tone to the subject.

"I don't dispute that" The big guy agreed with you and offered the tool. His partner reluctantly accepted the broom.

"Let's finish cleaning up, filling the tank again is going to take all day and it's best not to waste the light we have."

The scene is over and you both head to your respective positions to continue the interrupted tank cleaning.

You see the Greenish pick up the abandoned ladder right in front of you, so you inevitably cross glances.

"Get lost" He whispered spitefully to you waiting for you to walk away without complaint to continue cleaning what area he had left.

You looked at him definitely but changed your mind very quickly and backed away slowly without turning your back on him until you entered the hollow log. You know when to stay away from murky water.

And you thought it was merciful to let them finish anyway, because they thwarted your mood to continue bothering them.

You would have preferred to take advantage of the sunlight and relive the feeling of its warmth that you had been missing for so long, but you liked privacy better and you were used to not getting what you wanted.

You never really appreciate things until you are stripped of everything. You smack your forehead as you remember unwanted moments but it's too late, you remembered Him, your first owner.

The Bastard Hunter, he was the one who snatched you from the sea. He left you in a rectangular tank without much space and with nothing but four walls, a roof and a glass floor. You never knew how long you were stuck in there, only that you went crazy enough that time meant nothing to you and banged your head in a desperate attempt to escape outside to fade away from that hell.

The Loudmouth rescued you at your weakest moment, maybe that's why you thought you could trust him so much.

You shake your head and even start to beat yourself up. You don't need to relive those moments in your life now or ever. That was sand from the past.

***

**

*

Blue. It was all you could see around you, becoming clearer and clearer as you moved forward. You felt a continuous feeling of insecurity as small lines of light filtered through. However, despite the growing insecurity, curiosity and intrigue kept you on the path.

Two figures resembling you hit you from behind in their race to reach their shared destination. You find no eyes or mouths on them but no fear in their presence either, you know they were excited and encourage you to keep going as you swim around them before disappearing into the opacity of the sea.

From your side something much larger invades your field of vision. It was like a much larger and sturdier version of yourself that looked at you with silver, afflicted eyes, encouraging you not to be left behind with its gentle smile. As with the smaller versions the larger figure was disappearing into the opacity of the sea but you weren't worried because you knew it wouldn't be long before you saw them again.

A rise of land began to appear in the distance.

The blurry faced but familiar figures were waiting patiently for you, at least the larger version, the two smaller ones were swimming around you and pushing you when you finally reached them. You swam further and further towards the rise of land and felt dread when you saw the film of water that separated you from the world you knew, a world you felt safe in despite its dangers. You stood firmly and backed away, while the other two figures continued onward through the layer of water.

You saw their tails disappear from the water and you had come here to accomplish the same goal although you were not as eager to accomplish it as they were.

A delicate paw wrapped around your back and pulled you forward, when you looked into those eyes you knew you were safe with them. You were emboldened and swiftly swam forward to avoid thinking things through.

The feeling of heaviness was the first thing you felt but it was quickly buried when you opened your eyes and looked around you, you couldn't see the details around you there were empty, blurry gaps. You coughed some water out of your mouth as you unconsciously started to breathe. The two more energetic versions of you were playing with each other rolling in the wet dirt that clung to their scales, ignoring your arrival.

You hear the quiet splash of something else coming out of the water. The larger silver-eyed version crawled up to stand next to you, its gaze showing pride before it lay down and closed its eyes to rest and enjoy the warmth that reached its scales.

You didn't know what else to do so you followed his example and lay down with your eyes closed, a feeling of quality surrounded your back and you discovered you quite liked it.

It didn't take you long to fall unconscious knowing that you would be safe under those silver eyes.

***

**

*

You wake up slowly blinking in confusion as you stretch your stiff and sore muscles. You massage the dirt under your toes. It's been a long time since you've slept this well. Your eyes narrowed as in front of the log exit an orange beam of light filtered through the crisp water.

You came out instantly.

Everything was in order, clear, crystal , nothing floating in the way of your vision.

Finally.

Instantly you began to swim briskly around the tank, the water cleansing your contaminated and inflamed gills with a healing sting. You had forgotten what it was like to breathe clean water, it felt like an unheard of luxury to you. You really needed it.

You vaguely studied your surroundings with no real interest at the moment in where you were. All you could think about was how good it felt not to bump into any rotting particles. And also not to smell of stagnation.

You continue to swim along lively and carefree until the small light blinds you as you pass over it.

The light was coming from above. They had kept the lid of the fish tank off or perhaps didn't bother to put it back on. You could see the sky already falling a beautiful orange, you were near the cargo hatches.

Boxes, barrels and things you didn't care about surrounded you scattered all over the place but your focus was on the small light coming in. You closed your eyes in an attempt to feel some of the warmth but you could only settle for the fantasy knowing that you would not get warm down here.

For a beautiful moment no one but you and your happiness exists in this cruel reality that you have had to live, something so simple brings you an innate happiness and pleasant sensations from your breaks on the beach.

"No one should deprive any creature of sunlight" You stiffened instantly convinced that you had been left alone, abandoned in the cargo part until you reached your new destination. You slowly turned your head to where you thought you heard the voice. There, reclining on some crates and with his feet propped up comfortably on others was Thorns. The corners of your eyes crinkled and you bared your teeth at him though it didn't take you long to realize he wasn't even looking at you, he was too busy carving something between his hands.

"I'm sure that drunk Dinkis lived with a hangover every morning, I bet he never bothered to open the windows" He still didn't look up from whatever it was he was carving, you couldn't make out what it was his big hands covered the object as small pieces of wood kept falling to the ground.

You had no real interest in what he was doing but it always irritates you when you are not left alone. You found anger just thinking that he was watching and controlling you. You started circling the fish tank in annoyance taking big frustrated strides and churning the water with the wagging of your tail.

Thorns suddenly got up from where he was lying and by instinct you lunged in his direction, slamming yourself against the glass, painfully and ignoring that miscalculation on your part while showing your teeth in a cry of aggression. You really wanted to motivate them to leave you alone.

This seemed to catch you off guard but after a moderate surprise your shoulders returned to a normal state of calm.

You kept growling at him, glaring and waving at him as if you could pierce the glass at any moment, you would give to have that ability. Thorn's face still maintained its stern and calm attitude unconcerned by your clear attempts to kill but his smile showed sympathy.

You didn't like that they weren't afraid of you, it wasn't a good sign that he was so confident with you. That kind of arrogance is not good.

You still kept snorting but decided to tone it down to a complete stop, there was no point in continuing to waste your energy on something unproductive. He smiled as your shoulders relaxed slightly.

"Do you like it?" you could finally see the object in his hands. It was the carving of a siren, he had carved you. You turned your head without realizing it, wanting to see the details of the carving, you didn't know what to think that you were able to recognize yourself, there were certain scars on that little figurine.

He had quite a bit of detail, it gave you a shiver. Either he had a surprisingly good memory or he had somehow spied on you while you slept inside the trunk. Either way it didn't give you any sense of security.

"It's a welcome gift, I can think of one thing, give me a moment" He commented casually ignoring your gestures. He walked away from you and vanished into the walls of boxes surrounding you. You waited for him for a few seconds before circling your clean fish tank again taking it for granted that it would take him a while to do whatever it was he wanted but he returned within minutes of disappearing and you pretended you hadn't seen him.

"Maybe you can see it better that way" Out of the corner of your eye you raised your hand as if throwing something. The splash was almost expected. You had no intention of looking at what he had thrown inside, though if the alternative was to look at that smile in front of you...you finally gave in.

On one side of your tank a little bag was half sunk but that was not what caught your attention, the wooden figurine was bobbing in the water as if it was swimming with you thanks to the little bag tied as ballast. You slowly approached it as you watched the figure of yourself enjoy its clumsy swim.

"I hope you like it" You sucked the figurine between your teeth and shook it as if trying to pull its guts out. The pouch quickly dropped to the bottom as you cut the rope and spat the piece of wood out of your tank with contempt as you spun. The Unsouling shrugged as you turned your back on him without looking very affected or surprised.

You don't want gifts from anyone.

"I'll make it better the ne-"

"Sun, you better not get attached to them" From above the cargo entrance, half leaning out you find Captain Blue looking disapprovingly at Thorns before taking a step into the void and falling into the hold with the two of you.

"You know they'll be gone soon and we'll never see them again" You put your ear to it immediately, that sounded like something important, you continued to slowly swim around him so as not to be so obvious with your interest and feign indifference.

"It's just a little company, it's no big deal" Capitan Blue wasn't very convinced and you watched him pick up the piece of what was your gift and put it in front of his partner's face.

"What? You know I like crafts" It was striking to see him joking while being scolded. Isn't that a big deal? Maybe you were wrong and it wasn't Captain? No, he had to be, you were sure. Thorns surely didn't respect his authority.

"A little courtesy never killed anyone but if it makes you feel any better, I'll tell Freddy that..." Moon began to smile a soft laugh before it sounded like a forced laugh.

"And Chica will be your relief won't she?" He stopped laughing as his partner's gaze glanced annoyedly at the ground. Captain Blue sighed.

"Look, we've already made it clear that it will be Monty and Roxanne who take care of everything regarding the siren. There's nothing more to say, you kind are..." Seemingly trying to think of a more appropriate word as he turned the hand holding your wooden self"...too close and melancholic" Sun intensified his gaze, now annoyed but not wanting to debate the issue.

"I know it. Still, I highly doubt Roxanne is going to work well at this. We've already had one mishap this morning and Monty still needs to improve his little tolerance problem" The Captain shook his head and you see how inside Thorn something about her fight went out.

"I know, but Bonnie is indisposed at the moment and I refuse to make things more difficult for the crew. Leave this to us, we can take it."

"You kind could take it 'better' but it doesn't imply it will be easy for you."

A hand landed on his shoulder to reassure him. "Sun, everything will be fine. In two days we'll finish the deal, get enough and ship back to the island. And we'll all be back together to start the cycle all over again. See how everything will be taken care of." Sun smiled at him with a strained, still unsure smile.

You have no idea what mess these beings are in but that wasn't what interested you in the whole conversation.

Two days, that was how long you had to escape before they got rid of you.

#mermaid au #fnaf security breach #fnaf mood #found family #mer au #fnaf sun #fnaf monty #fnaf roxy #Offspring of sky #pirate au #Mermay 2023 #y/n is a Siren #y/n feral #daycare attendant #daycare au #fnaf daycare attendant

[anueutsuhos-touhou-profiles]

Eirin Yagokoro:

In Touhou Project, there's life on the moon. In fact, they've been there since before there was life on Earth! They are the Heavenly Gods. The heavenly gods existed since the dawn of creation, and are on a much higher level than the earthly gods.

Life on the moon is hidden behind a magic barrier on the far side of the moon, inside of one giant city called the Lunar Capital.

The Lunar Capital is much like an evil counterpart to Gensokyo. Both exist to preserve a way of life by hiding behind a magic barrier. However, the Lunarians live in a harsh dystopia where absolutely no original ideas are let in, and all mortal life is rejected as "impure" by virtue of being able to die. The moon rabbits exist as slaves to the more humanlike Lunarians. The architect of such a place, oddly enough, no longer lives there: Eirin Yagokoro, the Brain of the Moon.

She's a godly scientist able to create almost any sort of drug. Some of her accomplishments include cures for bad dreams, some sort of strength formula, and even the cure for death itself!

Eirin created the Hourai elixir which grants immortality as a request for the Lunar princess Kaguya, and became regretful when that decision caused Kaguya to be exiled to Earth. She took Kaguya's sin upon herself, and when it was time for Kaguya's exile to end, Eirin instead betrayed and killed the other emissaries and went into hiding with Kaguya.

Eirin is cold, calculating, and undyingly loyal to Kaguya. If Kaguya wished for her to destroy the entire universe, she would do so without hesitation. She, as stated earlier, frequently beats Reisen over minor infractions. She's actually much kinder to the earth rabbits, however, and actually helped them with a festival simply because she felt they deserved to enjoy themselves.

Despite her intelligence, she's actually rather terrible at putting together plans, especially after defecting from the moon. Her love of Kaguya has proven to be a weakness multiple times, as her need to protect Kaguya at the expense of all else usually leaves her plans with massive blind spots.

However, that loyalty also holds her back in positive ways: Kaguya is a relatively kind girl who only wishes to live in peace with earthlings. As such, Eirin will do nothing worse than allow Eintei to serve as a medical clinic for anyone in need.

Her relationship to the moon is complicated. She designed the lunar society in service of the Shinto god of the moon: Tsukuyomi. He wanted a society that could last forever, and Eirin's idea was an echo chamber where impurity did not exist and no new ideas or people were let it. Eirin has since left the moon, but she doesn't really feel guilty about it, per say, but she does consider it a failed experiment.

She actually consumed the Hourai elixir, too, so she is also completely immortal.

She uses a bow and arrow. Much of her spellcards take shapes that look like constellations. Most of them also use black-with-colored-outline bullets that later turn white-with-colored-outline and change direction.

Eirin Yagokoro was the final boss and main villain of Touhou 8: Imperishable Night... albeit going after Kaguya instead gave you the better ending. Later, she's appeared pretty much anytime Eintei is relevant, but usually just to send out Reisen to do the dirty work. Her most notable other appearance is in the manga Silent Sinner in Blue, which expands on her backstory and the nature of the Lunar Capital.

Eirin is heavily implied to be Omoikane, a god of knowledge in Shinto folklore. He, too, largely acted in service of other gods rather than doing anything on his own.

#touhou project #touhou #eirin yagokoro #imperishable night

[lostgreekgod]

reminiscence

a/n: hello earthlings i bring to u another angst no one asked for

word count: 1054

warnings: mcd, angst. angst angst angst. idk if there are anymore, but lmk if u find any. oh also, i think i made it seem like y/n died in the end, but its unclear. it can be whatever u want. read at your own damn risk.

summary: you are alone, barely sane. It has been a year since Loki sacrificed himself to Thanos, since the war, and a certain trigger has caused memories to resurface.

pairing: loki x gn!reader (i didnt use any pronuns)

(lmk if u want to be tagged in the god awful sad soul destroying works I like to commit to once a while)

a/a/n: OH ALSO, LISTEN. THIS IS BASED ON THE SONG ANGEL BY FINNEAS, SO IF YOU HAVENT LISTENED TO IT, DO THAT & THEN READ FOR THE FULL ANGST EXPERIENCE.

Congratulations, you’ve been pretending to be human

So well

“Wake up, darling.” You hear your lover’s smooth voice whisper, the wisps of his minty breath tickling the insides of your ear.

Might even fool the neighbors

Reading your Sunday papers

“Mmm,” you hum, your voice still groggy from your slumber. Shifting, you pat around in the air looking for his face without opening your eyes. Finally landing your palms on what seemed like his cheeks, you pull him towards you and knot your arms around his neck, relishing the heat his body provided in the cool autumn air.

I won’t tell

“Happy birthday, my love.” He whispers again, bringing you to the present. You blink your eyes open, only to meet his green ones, twinkling in the hazy morning light, a smile playing at his lips. You stared at his smile—you loved when he smiled. It was like a thousand flowers bloomed in your heart; an invigorating breath of life— pure, contagious bliss.

but I know better than to

bring up the weather with you

and talk about the rain

You smile back at him, pulling him in to give him one of the sweetest kisses, wishing you could put in words how much you love him, how much you love what you have with him. "Thank you, my love," you say, pecking him on the lips again.

after you fall asleep, I’ll

kiss both your eyes and cheeks

He simply stares into your e/c eyes, his mind somewhere else. You brush your fingers feather-light against his lips, your index trailing the sharp edge of his jaw. He watches you admire him, his smile beaming like the moon on a cloudless night. He swoops in and takes your lips in another slow, deep kiss, your heart swelling with the emotion you felt.

"I love you," you whisper, your smile widening at the crinkles in the corners of his eyes.

you’re an angel

in disguise

"And I love you, my darling," he whispers back, his fingers tangling lazily in your hair. You could sense the excitement in the air around him, obviously for the lovely day he had carefully planned for the both of you.

you’re an angel

in my eyes

But all that could wait. He was the happiest man alive with just having you in his arms, neither of you needing anything more than your hearts responding to each other like gears in a well-oiled machine. You were his other half, and he was yours.

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You groan at your phone ringing, the annoying tune that was default in the horrendous machine. Your head was throbbing, probably from the two bottles of wine you had managed to pour down your throat last night. A year, and you still weren’t over him.

An unknown ID. You answer the call with a gruff hello.

“y/n?” you hear a deep, garbled voice, and your heart plummets down a hill.

“Thor.” You breathe out, looking for an excuse to end the call. Pain squeezed at your heart. You weren’t ready. You weren’t ready to talk to anyone related to your lover. Not now, not anytime soon. You notice how it is still dark outside. You look at the wall clock, confused when it read 2 am. Perhaps Thor simply forgot about the time zone difference when he moved to New Asgard in Norway.

“H-hey, y/n. How are you?” he stutters out after a few awkward moments of silence.

“Fine,” you say, surprised at how your response to that question has now become the same, no matter who asks.

“Good,” he hums, birthing another awkward silence as he figures out what to say. You can’t seem to be able to breathe. Inhale, exhale. You chanted in your head.

“y/n ... I know you don’t like talking about him- “

You inhale quickly. No, no, no. The one thing you hoped so hard he wouldn’t bring up.

“Thor. Please don’t. I can’t.” Your voice breaks. 1 year. 365 days. A year ago, today, Loki gave his life to Thanos, all in hopes of helping you and Thor.

I bought a house to live in

You’ve zoned out. You can hear Thor saying something on the line, but you’re too far gone to notice.

“My love,” you hear, the same deep voice whisper in your ear. The one voice you’d do anything for. The one voice you’d died a million deaths to be with.

“Loki,” you cry out. The phone has fallen off of your bed now. You can’t hear Thor asking you if everything was alright.

But you’re the home I’m missin’

I know

You had no idea if you were hallucinating at this point, but you would do anything, anything to hear his voice again. To see him, and breathe in his sweet, rich scent again. You feel a sudden urge, an urge that fills your body—it tells you, don’t let go. He’s leaving, don’t let go.

“Loki. Please don’t l-leave me. P-please. Not again.” You choke out, tears welling up in your eyes. You wrap your arms around him, holding on tight.

“Look at me my darling,” he breathes in your ear, and your heart chatters a million times when you meet his green eyes. The same green eyes you fell in love with, the same green eyes you would trade the world for. The same green eyes, just as you had remembered them to be.

“Loki,” you sob out, your heart convulsing, hammering against your chest. Almost as if it wanted to tear out of it and become one with his.

Nothing good lasts forever

But nights with you are better

“I’m always with you, my love.” He says, and you could swear you felt his fingertips brush against your cheekbone.

“No, no. Stay. Stay with me, hold me in your arms, never leave. Stay forever.” You say, tears streaming down your face. You gently place your shaking palms on his cheeks, gasping at the warmth you felt. This had to be a dream.

So go slow

I never knew I needed you

“My love, my sweet mortal, listen to me,” he says, searching your eyes, his wonderful smile never leaving his face. “I do not have long.”

Your heart shatters a thousand times at his words and you scream, except your scream comes out more choked, without much sound. A scream that enclosed all your pain and anger. When people are injured physically, they scream from the burning sensation they experience on the wound, they scream from the exhaustion sweeping into their bones. They scream from the adrenaline-rich blood leaving their body. But this, this soundless scream you just let out? That was the scream a broken heart lets out. No one knows the true pain caused by a broken heart, until they experience it for themselves. No one knows of that feeling, where everything, everything hurts, and all they can think about is clawing their heart out of their chest and throwing it far, far away. They don’t feel the million things one feels from that one soundless scream. Pain, the same pain you felt a year ago, scratches at your insides, looming for an exit. A release. One that not anyone on earth knows how to provide, even for the sake of their own sanity. “Please,” you cry out, shutting your eyes and begging whoever was in control of this. “Please don’t do this to me; don’t give me something good only to take it away, please, please, please,” you pray to a non-existent someone, chanting your pleases like it would do something to help.

I’m out of step

I’m off my feet

“y/n,” he says, in his sweet, sultry voice, and you press your palms to your eyes, wishing this would end, but at the same time hoping it would remain forever. He pulls your hands away from your face, and he’s still there, his beautiful green eyes are still there, taunting you, torturing you-

I’m waking up inside a dream

Teach me how to fly

“I will always be with you,” he whispers, his eyes holding yours, “here,” he places his cold fingertips on your forehead, and brings his lips to place a kiss there. He then moves his fingers to your heart, kissing the little patch of skin there; “here,” and you know it’s over when he traces his fingers on your lips and over your jawbone- like you had done so many years ago, “and here,” he says, his lips enveloping yours in the sweetest of kisses, and it is sweet because you know this is the last one you will ever have with him, just one memory of his, purely hallucinated by you, and you’re sobbing, you’re sobbing and wailing like you did the day you watched Thanos crush his throat, you’re wailing like you wailed when you saw the light leave his eyes. You keep your eyes shut, and let your fingers tangle in his dark hair, holding onto him like he is the one thing that anchors you to the world.

You’re an angel

In disguise

You hold onto him like he is the one thing that keeps you from falling into the arms of death and losing yourself into the abyss. You hold onto the kiss until you are breathless, until there are tears streaming down your face—this time for a completely different reason, you hold onto him until your lungs burn for oxygen and your muscles cry from the deprivation.

You’re an angel

In my eyes

And suddenly, you can’t feel anything anymore, you can’t feel him against you, his soft, soft lips, his warmth, you can’t smell his wonderful smell; and you are too afraid to open your eyes. Your heart pounds, stretching against the loosely attached binds you had put over it not so long ago, but what also seemed like a million years ago; the stitches you hastily put in hopes of moving on—it is stretching, stretching—

Are you mine, mine, mine

and it rips apart when you open your eyes only to see your dimly colored ceiling.

Tonight

“I love you,” you whisper, your voice as broken as ever, your wounded heart and its freshly ripped stitches bared out to the world, kissing your fingertips and waving them weakly in the air as you feel yourself sink into nothingness.

a/n: sorry. I'm sorry. don't beat me up.

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Deliverance Chapter Three

Masterlist

Summary: That time has come to sort through the artefacts that have been sent to earth with you, and Clark finds he is less and less impressed with how krypton was governed.

Warnings: Suggestive themes, Fluff,Angst, A/B/O, Mating mentioned, Heats mentioned, Swearing

Wordcount: 14000+

A/N; so this chapter is mostly information and backstory. I rewrote kryptons history becuase... I wanted to? Yeah any way i hope you all enjoy even it it drags.

Taglist: in reblogs

The days that followed were strange, you had gotten used to earth and its strangeness. You were also spending as much time outside as you could, soaking up the sun rays and laying in the grass, sometimes walking through the fields. Martha even had you helping her with some flowerbeds 'weeding' humans were funny creatures. The white and pink flowers were acceptable but the little fluffy yellow ones and tiny blue ones were not? They were 'weeds' and had to be pulled from the ground. Martha had given you a strange look when you asked to keep them but got you a little trough all the same and helped you plant your weeds. They lived on your windowsill and you watered them every morning. Clark found it cute and even added some to it wanting to help.

You felt much better now and your breathing had settled. It was bliss residing with your alpha. You'd learned that he had a job as a reporter- a news writer. Those things weren't really mentioned at home which surprized you when you realised just how important they were and how much time it took up. And speaking of importance, you got your papers! Your official human documentation. A certificate of birth, because humans rewarded their young with paper on their birth you found it funny but your new family had been adamant you were given this reward for being birthed. You also got a number for social security recognition, a schooling achievement diploma? And a passport? So you could fly? Which didn't make much sense to you when you could do that anyway... Or would be able to once you were completely acclimatised to this planet. It had been Clark's friends- A bat who arranged it all, which was nice... If not odd you thought a bat was a winged mammal but perhaps there was a different bat hybrid you wasn't aware of. You were now unofficially, official in your human life.

When Clark was away you missed him, but didn't? Martha kept you busy, filling in the holes of your earthly education. You found her to be a sweet and funny woman, she was wholesome and kind. Never once shying away from you like you had expected. You lived with her for the moment a spare room in the farm house had been converted for you. For some reason she would not let you stay in the same room as your mate, she said it was a human thing. Not that, it stopped Clark from sneaking in at night and curling up in the bed with you soothing you and kissing you. He would always chuckle with you stating 'he wasn't human so its okay' whilst snuggling you sweetly scenting and murring at you until you fell asleep. You never felt safer then in the arms of your alpha, snuggling tight against him pressing kisses to his chest and rubbing your cheek on the curls that covered it, digging your nose into them and sniffing, breathing him in falling asleep.

Your bond was growing stronger and stronger as the days past, even if you only managed a few hours at night and in the morning with him. Clark had to explain some strange things, for some reason you were both to wear a ring? When humans found their mates they gave each other rings and wore them on the left ring fingers it meant they were mates? Married? Martha had been a little upset over it at first but Clark said it was best to do it this way, you could have your wedding later, for now he will wait. Martha had been persistent but in the end gave up, it was hard for her to face the reality that her son was not human and he was trying his best.

You were happier then you thought you'd be on a alien world, you'd acclimatised for the most part and found your own earthling way. Even if Martha and Clark found it strange you refused to eat anything brown or plain. Or meat.

The concept of eating animals was very disturbing for you. On krypton animals were not eaten, well not animals like on earth. Kryptonian's ate what earthlings would call insects, non sentient beings. But then again the insects here were... Tiny, surprizingly so. But Clark had taken it in his stride, if you didn't want to eat meat he wasn't going to force you... But he made you eat lots of what he called your 'leafy greens'... Which didn't make sense to you because many of the leafy greens should just be called greens because brocca-broccile- baby trees! Didn't have leaves neither did the little green balls! P's? You think he called them p's. Just when you began to loose hope for delicious sustenance he surprized you. Mangoes. You loved mangoes and grapes and apples! Fruit any fruit. Martha and your mate had taken you to a human grocery store and you'd been drawn to the fruit section.

You walked into the store clutching at Clark's arm terrified, it was the first time being out and mingling with other humans. Once inside you looked about seeing a few humans scattered about the isles and relaxed. A wave of smells hit your senses making you cough.

"Breath, breath through it love... That's it good girl, good omega. Now hold on to me or the cart and stay with ma and me" Clark said rubbing your back leading you behind Martha walking past some special buys. After a few short minuets you relaxed and released Clark looking watching as the other humans walked about some with children some teenagers and even a few alone. The children drew your attention. Boys. Real little boys. Flesh and blood male children in little hats and shorts- clothing with cartoon race cars on them. You froze looking in awe. Felt the stutter.

"love?" he asked feeling you halt and tense. He instantly looked up and was on alert every bone in his body itching to protect you. To destroy what had spooked his tiny mate. He looked around for the danger but there was none, just a mother and her sons further down the isle.

"Look... Boys, young boys" you uttered slowly looking to the children holding a brightly coloured packet up to what you presumed was his mother pleading for the packet. The woman smiled and nodded letting them throw the packet into the cart and they continued down the isle.

"Yes love. I forget you've never seen a young boy have you" he hummed wrapping his arms around you from behind kissing the top of your head. You melted into him and shook your head still watching as the humans rounded the corner at the end of the shop.

"what do you think?" Clark whispered sweetly, amused and struck by the way you'd reacted to such a simple sight. A mother and sons, he forgot you'd never seen a boy before. He had been the last one on krypton.

"They... He was beautiful." you uttered slowly blinking still registering the image of a real live breathing male child.

"Ours will be better~ perfectly formed kryptonians a whole swarm" he said making you feel light and carefree, the thought of a litter- a true litter of your own pups made you quiver in anticipation.

"You-you'll give me pups?" you said softly trembling from head to toe. Clark hadn't made any inclination to wanting pups or to take your bond any further then the sweet caresses and cuddles he'd been gifting you. You'd not once spoke of anything beyond getting you settled into human life. Clark grinned awkwardly and nodded, he wasn't used to children being called pups and such, he was still coming to terms with the? Miscommunication between worlds and terminology.

"I will try my hardest, sons and daughters" he chuckled squeezing you tightly and pressed a long kiss to your head nuzzling your hair watching as the family disappeared. His heart swelled. A family, a real family. Children of his own in your little belly, with out fear of them being too much for you to handle. He could relax knowing you could handle their tiny kicks and nudges. You could survive a pregnancy and birth him healthy full term children. He had so many niggling little fears over trying to create himself a family with a human. Humans were weak, fragile, but with you? With you he could be exactly what he was. A kryptonian. A god among men. It was refreshing having someone he could truly relax around.

"Promise?" Came the tiny voice, breathless and pleading, huge doe like eyes blinking at him hopefully glazed in tears. He could feel the tremors through your bond, like someone twanging an elastic band, the vibrations of relief and excitement reaching him, tugging and pulling. It was as if you had feared he wouldn't give you children. And finally he had confirmed it.

"I promise little omega, as soon as I'm able you will be round and heavy~" watching as your eye grew wide and you purred at him rubbing your cheek to his as he craned down to kiss you, then scented him under his jaw. With an adorable flush and melodious gasp you pulled back looking around worried someone would know you'd scented your alpha.

"shh remember humans don't understand, they don't know what you did sweet pea" he uttered trying to sooth you. You had explained that scenting was seen as very private. It was... Like mating- the prequel to meeting, scenting was strengthening your bond and extremely intimate. To be caught doing it out side? It was very frowned upon, on krypton you'd get less disapproval if he fucked you out in the open!

"do not call me a p.. They are wretched things!... Call me... Something yummy" you complained not yet being aware that a sweet pea was a flower... And he wasn't calling you and actual pea.

"I apologise... You can be my little cookie?" he chuckled slowly it wasn't that he was laughing at you but he found it endearing how straight forward you were. If you didn't like something you told him out right. It was a nice change, you didn't seem to understand the whole human political correctness and subtlety. Your reasoning with Clark was that you could both feel the others feelings through the bond, so what was the point in lying. That would just complicate things. And he couldn't argue with your logic.

"what is a cookie?" you asked tipping your head to the side curiously. He did burst out laughing at that and shook his head squeezing you tight. Tighter then any human could handle, but that was part of the beauty in your relationship. You wasn't human, wasn't breakable. He could fully relax and touch you without fear of harming you. You were impenetrable... Well in that sense anyway~

"Something very sweet and delicious I promise~" he said kissing your head once more and ushered you down the isle slowly trying to find his mother, but still let you look around. You were curious and wanted to explore your new home planet and he wont ruin your first venture.

"Clark? Clark come and help me- I cant reach the milk! Its at the back again!" Martha said quietly you smiled. It took a lot of coaxing but you had indeed tried what Clark had explained as 'cow juice' and had developed a taste for it. So Martha had promised you milk every day if you liked. Which you did like. A lot. Clark pressed another kiss to you and walked off towards the milk refrigerators expecting you to follow.

You made to follow but a sweet scent hit you and you stopped mid step. It was wonderful and ripe, sweet and succulent. You pivoted and followed without much thought. Your feet found there way twisting around the display of 'leafy greens' to a bright colourful isle. You salivated at the smells. There were so many intoxicating scents you didn't know what to look at first.

You pressed a hand on a small net package full of strange green fuzzy balls. Kiwi's? You read and scrunched your face up at the peculiar name. Then plucked the bag up and held it to your nose sniffing. They smelled divine, like a type of food from home. Okriin a small sour sweet treat given to children on their birthing date. You sniffed again and almost cried. It was so similar but so different sweeter and fuller in the scent. You cautiously sniffed again and closed your eyes before tentativly prodding it with your tongue wanting to see if it tasted the same.

"y/n? Y/n?!- oh god there you are? What are you doing? You almost gave me a heart attack" Clark said racing towards you his mother behind him with the cart. He slid to a stop and blinked at you. As you scrunched up your nose.

"The texture of these are... Not very nice?" you said naively moving for the fruit again sticking your tongue out once more trying to discern if it was edible like this. Clark moved quickly gasping holding your hands that had the.. Kiwi's in it.

"no, no.. No we- you don't eat them like that... You peel them and eat the inside, and we don't lick things in the shop okay?" he explained with a teasing to his voice. Martha chuckled into her chest she couldn't help it, you were extremely cute.

"But? Then how do you know if you like it if you don't taste?" You frowned as Martha stifled a laugh. But she quickly curbed herself when you looked serious and a little upset. You didn't find it funny food was serious and had always been rationed, you were allowed only the portion you needed to stay healthy back home. Nothing more unless you could grow it.

"You buy it and eat it at home, then we can come and get more" Clark said drawing your attention once more. Your frown deepened. More? You could come back? That didn't sound right... or fair, Martha normally made one trip a week on the same day... wasn't that her alotted time for food shopping? Or was it by choice?

"More? But isn't there rules on how many trips a household makes?" You asked genuinely confused looking from your mate to his mother then back again. They both looked a little shocked by the idea of not being allowed to get food when they needed to. Martha even looked sad, shaking her head looking down.

"No love, there isn't... is there on kry-back home?" Clark asked, he almost sounded offended by the thought of being told when you can and cant go shopping.

"Yes. We have fifteen minuets for every member of your house hold that your shopping for and an alotted time every two weeks to pick up your rations" you said without batting an eyelash. Clark drew a deep breath, he had to admit he didn't like what he was hearing about your shared home planet. He found himself more and more relieved you were here with him and not in that? Authoritarian place.

"Did you lick anything else?" He said trying to move away from the topic, he was trying to get you used to this planet and this was your first time out and about in town. He wanted to move on, to let you be free and explore... preferably with him beside you.

"...If I do can we take it home?" You said tipping your head to him with a cheek grin. He chuckled and rounded you placing an arm around your waist and pokeing under your ribs in a freshly discovered tickle spot making you giggle.

"Silly thing you don't have to lick things for us to buy them, I suppose you liked the smell huh?" He enquired nodding to the Kiwis still clutched protectively in your hands.

"Yes it.. Its like something from home- a treat we had on our birthing day..." you nodded looking down plucking at the bright orange netting that kept four of the fuzzy fruit together.

"Then we shall get two packets love" he said plucking another pack of kiwis and placing them in the cart, he then looked to you as you scanned the isle still indulging in the amazing mix of smells and colours.

"Pick out a few more things to try, the mangoes are nice and juicy I think you'd like them." He said motioning to the colourful sweet smelling displays.

"R-really I can pick some?" You asked nervously twiddling your fingers and pulling onto the sleeves of your top.

"Yes love we don't ration here you can pick a few things to try, just promise me you wont lick any of it... at least not until we get to the car"  he said grinning as you nodded enthusiastically looking around suddenly full of childish glee. God help him when you try some candy, he has the feeling you'll have a sweet tooth.

"I promise!" You said happily and ran off to some of the other fruit that smelt divine and quickly picked a few.

Once you got home you watched Clark and Martha make a small platter of fruit for you. And you'd fallen inlove! Mangoes and pears were your favourite,  you didn't like grapefruit and should have listened when they told you not to eat a lemon... lemons were for juicing and flavouring other food, not for eating.

You smiled as you mulled over the day, that was the first day you saw the civilisation of your new home. Humans were free and unorganised. Chaotic but at the same time had made their own way to navigate the chaos of their world and one another. They were very similar to your kind. But it was hard, frightening! Suddenly you could do what you wanted when you wanted. Krypton in its desperation had taken many choices away, even the basic ones. Like how much food you could have per household, how many times you could visit the shopping districts or medical bays. You had laws on how much water you used, who could go where and when. and suddenly all that structure- all those rules were gone. You were to do as you pleased?

It was a frightening concept.

You padded across the small space to the barn with tentative steps, quivering knees. Clark was behind you a few feet trying to give you space, yet at the same time he was pressing himself though the bond. Warm and comforting reassuring you. He had learned in the past week that he could send messages through the bond. Almost whispers it was weird you didn't hear anything but you could feel his words, feel his probing. His soul was apart of you and your soul apart of him now. And you could communicate in such a deep way it- you almost felt as if you were one being.

Today you had decided to go through the ships cargo hold and start removing some things up to your room. It had been something you put off but it was time to begin answering more questions, time to give our alpha his heirlooms and books. Your job now was to help him learn all about krypton and its past.

Clark darted forward opening the doors to the barn letting you and Martha in. You'd decided to let Martha help, she deserved it she was your surrogate mother now after all. Last week she'd started asking you to call her Ma too.

You moved towards the tarp covering the ship and pulled at it making the crinkling plastic fall the  inched forward pressing a hand to the door to the pod. You froze, flashes of the moment you'd been wrestled into the pod crossed your mind. The fear and agony of knowing you were going to be there end. Kill your parents. But it was to late, it had been too late then and it was too late now.

"Omega? Are you alright?" Clark said standing behind you curling one arm around your frame, the thick forearm resting over your tummy at your waist.

"Yes, its... The last time saw this was when" you trailed softly, you knew he could feel the fear and despair as you replayed those final moments with your family over and over. You hand been strong enough to hold on to your mother or father. You hadn't had enough grip to pull them into the ship with you, and your lack of strength cost them their lives.

Clark murred into your shoulder, his other hand stretching out smoothing his palm over yours pinning it you the surface of the door. He could taste the anxiety, the overwhelming frantic terror that had overcome you as your bond soured your memories haunted you. In the night you'd cry out for them and jolt awake sobbing your heart out. But you'd never spoke about what ha actually happened.

"D-do you want to talk about it?" He said quietly pressing his chest to your back needing to touch his sweet omega, the overwhelming drive to comfort you was almost painful.

"I don't think it would help... I shouldn't feel bad, its what i had been commissioned for. We all new our purpose" Clark paused. What? You had barely spoke about krypton, but from what you had mentioned he had a very... unimpressed view of it. The world sounded totalitarian and harsh everyone leading a hard life of duty. But he had never pushed you, he could tell you still mourned the planet despite its shortcomings.

"C-commissioned? Purpose? What do you mean?" Martha muttered moving closer to you both. She too was curious, her and Clark never thought they would have this chance, that they could learn everything about the planet of his birth or his race. But you were it. Their answers a living breathing kryptonian that had resided on krypton! You knew everything they wanted to know and probably more. They had been trying to hold back their questions it would seem that you may finally be up to answering them.

"Krypton is... Was like... North Korea? The one shut off from the world? But... stranger, its hard to explain without knowing our history we had our reasons and failures" you trailed off, you was unsure where to start, the troubled past of your race was woven into its present, well not present as today but... the final era of krypton. Everything leading up to the day you were shipped off from the planet. There were complications, twists and turns that you might not be able to explain properly.

"Please, I'd like to know" his voice was small and sweet, almost naïve in a sense. You got the feeling of a curious desperation from your bond. It made you grin, he was trying so hard to hold back for your sake, he truly was the perfect mate both considerate and loving, there was a gentleness about him that many alphas are said to have lacked. It must come from being raised on this planet, growing up around being so much weaker then he is that has moulded him to hold such a sweet sense of  nurturing. After all your mate was the golden son, a living breathing god on earth.

"I know... come I have books and artefacts in the cargo hold, I will give them to you and you can read" you said with a shy smile, you warm giddy feelings traveling along you bond making him murr once more managing to hit the all important melodious sound that was the unique soul song you'd both began naturally harmonizing. You stood and pulled from Clark and walking a small way down the ship. You pulled a hidden hatch open jerking a lever up and then pulled and twisted before releasing. You were quite impressed at how easily you'd done it. The suns rays had made you immensely strong already. Soon your be flying hopefully!

Clark hovered over you, making sure to stand in between the ship and his mother. A large gust of air and a whirring sound resounded and you stepped back. There were several clunk's and metallic creaks then the whole side of the craft pealed away like a set of curtains a thick corsetina of metal revealed a large cargo hold the three of you could just fit in.

There were shelves and cases piled high inside. All of krypton's most valuable artefacts, your whole history in the small stalagmite keys. Just like the one Clark had been sent to earth with. But these held information, schematics of incredible tech, medicines and encyclopaedia's. Not only about krypton but other planets and races that could cause a threat.

The there were the texts for your pups. The very same you had used to study as a child. You tip toed inside looking around feeling your heart break. This was all that was left of a whole civilization. A case of ceremonial robes, some crown jewels. Seeds for a few important plants- even a small rack with some mature plants that were being grown in a small self sustained pod. It was a true treasure trove.

"Wow this is? Incredible"

"Everything in here is... significant to our kind- here these are the books to start with they will tell you what krypton went through... a child's guide to our history" you said scooping up the books you'd studied and handed them to Clark. He moved slowly taking them from you running his fingers over the image on the book.

You walked off around a small shelf trying to find your chest- the things your parents had been allowed to pack for you. You had to find it and get over those emotional tugging in your chest. You had a lot to explain and had to have a clear head on your shoulders.

Martha stood close by the exit as she watched the two of you potter about the ship. It was both frightening and exhilarating for her. She was glad they had thought about all this, about giving both you and Clark things to remember krypton by. She moved to step behind Clark peeking at the book he was flicking through and was surprized to find she could read it. Everything was in perfect English.

"This is? Are they all in English?" She asked turning to you who was still wandering around becoming upset clearly looking for something in particular.

"Yes, they needed to make sure kal-clark would be able to read it" you said comeing around the other side of the shelves and stood beside them both. Clark turned around eyeing the book seeing what looked like propaganda filling the pages. It was disconcerting he was slowly becoming aware that krypton was not the magical place he had envisioned but a very draconian type of civilization. He didn't want to read pages of scripted drivel. He wanted the truth. He closed the book and eyed you then held to book out to you.

"I'd like to learn from you... if its not to much to ask love? These books will paint a rosey picture, I want to know the reality what people actually thought of our planet" he said still offering you the book. You held your breath debating for a moment, but finally breathed out a sigh and took the book from him. Agreeing.

You moved to the side of the ship and sat down letting your feet rest on the steps. Clark and Martha followed your lead taking seats beside you.

You kept quiet for a moment pondering over what was most important to start with. Your evolution. Then your genealogy, the great mistake and population crisis and the laziness that followed. The selfishness and finally his own story, the story of the golden sons escape and the new age. The final short 31 year age. And your delivery.

You opened the page showing some images of the first ever 'proper kryptonians' and held it open letting both Martha and Clark lean over to see. It was like a family story time.

"Okay... So kryptonians evolved just like humans did millions of years ago.  But unlike humans we kept more of our animal like instincts, we retained pack mentality" you said pointing out the different images of the evolution.

"Alpha and omega's?" Clark asked curiously as his eyes scanned the page. There was a list for each. Alpha were bigger and stronger, more dominant and protective, fierce and very potent. They were more economic and able to draw more power from little radiation. Omega petite, defensive, skittish and shy. Nurturing and extremely fertile. Submissive.

"Yes and betas they aren't an extreme like omega and alpha. They are more balanced but much less fertile. We have one mate, one soul bond once its made you cant deny it, but its also a problem." You flipped a few pages to the mate bond section where there were a few images of couples and some more little bullet points. Of which you covertly covered, they didn't need to know about sex or knots or heat yet... you would explain to Clark later... alone.

You flushed unable to stop your mind wandering. Images of you finally bonding with Clark, the undulating hips and breathy moans resounding in your ears. All leading to a great finale of his bite, his canines would prick your skin clamping down not only marking you but to hold you still as his cock swelled and pressed your walls tight trapping you to his huge frame. It was said to be painful and euphoric the feeling of absolute unity. Apparantly omegas can panic when their alpha knots them for the first time, the bite would make you freeze and still for him enough to fully penetrate you. He'd knot you for a long while tying you to him both mind body and soul as he saturated your insides claiming your body for himself.  You swallowed, nervously. You couldn't wait to finally be claimed, but you were also nervous. He was large even for an alpha and there was no doubt in your minds he was well proportioned.  

Clark noticed you begin to blush and squirm, your scent changing becoming both sweeter and musky he leant over you trying to peek at what you were hiding. He snuck a hand around behind you and tried pulling on your elbow to see what your were trying to hide.

"Oh no come on love what are you hiding there?" He teased and pulled tugging you closer making you whine and pull back.

"No that's nothing just its err our sex education and we don't need to go into that yet!" At the mention of sex Clark stiffened and released your elbow but remained wrapped around you.

"Oh right well then.. we know all about that so there no need to... explore that topic" Clark said flushing brightly but you paused... should you tell him?

"Well err you... you will have to there are.. some difference to having sex with... others then your mate, things are... different when your body knows it can impregnate its partner. So you need to err... I've got books for you to read in private" you flustered flicking your eyes quickly from Martha to your mate trying hard not to imagine him but ass naked stroking his cock readying himself to mount you. Clark didn't seem to realise you were becoming nervous and quickly spoke up slightly confused by the way you'd worded your statement. But then again he found a lot of the things you said strange. You wored things differently, and sometimes used the wrong words altogether! As much as krypton prepared you it sort of hadn't? Your English was good but... Not completely accurate.

"Different when you can impregnate? What's that supposed to mean, I've had sex... It was normal human sex" you whined and lowered your head feeling a little upset. Your mate almost sounded offended, like you'd undermined him or doubted his ability... You felt a little shamed over it, you hadn't intended to insult him. You turned to him your panic of displeasing him washed away your nerves of having the sex talk. You rested a hand on his thigh squeezing it before beginning  to explain that you wasn't belittling him it was just genetics.

"You cannot conceive with anyone other then your soul mate... It just doesn't happen. Is impossible, we were taught that its because your genes are only compatible with that of your mate, your other half. Pairings aren't always omega and alpha either, they can be anyone with anyone, but most alphas have an omega" you said trying not to go into detail but Clark merly blinked at you nodding wanting you to continue as he soaked up every word.

"And there are... Things that... Happen during sex with your soul mate, your err... Anatomy changes... And err expands? I suppose? Our bodies do what they must to... To try and... Conceive.." you finally stuttered through the images your mind conjured. Mind drifting to all the uncomfortable classes full of giggling girls and unamused teachers explaining knotting and ejaculation with a huge image of a penis on the board... You flushed word on the school playground used to be the size of a balled fist was the size of your mates knot. You swallowed eyeing Clarks hands, though not balled up he had then curled up loosely. You clenched, for some reason the thought of him being such a large male made you very ,very excited and anxious. The larger a male the more chance there was at having a successful mating because he would be deeper and nothing would escape. Fuck.

You shook your head swallowing dryly. Now was not the time, thoughts like that were dangerous and could trigger a heat, something you didn't want to happen until he was aware of what was to come. You wanted him to be fully aware of heats, ruts knotting the full process before in sighting anything. He was still immensely stringer than you, if he were to have you now and panic whislt knotting he could pull free and tear you. And you didn't want that.

"soo i get a... Super erection or something?" he said with a huge smile both teasing and boasting, sitting up straighter unknowingly posturing, preening like a little peacock as humans would say. You made to reply flushing a deeper red, beginning to feel a tad dizzy with all this blood rushing to your head. But luckily Martha interrupted and waved her hands making a slicing motion trying to literally cut the conversation short.

"Right okay! Enough of all that" she said managing to move your arms that were still covering the very crude generic drawings of an alphas cock, you moved letting the human turn the page which lead to the next stage of your peoples history.

"But Ma?!" Clark complained eyes loosing their amused shimmer only for him to pout at the human clearly upset that he wont be having a full sex talk with you. And you couldn't be more thankfull because you only had books and a school sex education to go by, you'd never actually seen a real one before, so didn't really have any grounds to be teaching anyone anything about them. Least of all your much older, more experiance alpha mate.

"But nothing Clark, she said she has a book so you can read the damn book! There will be no hanky panky anytime soon do you understand me?" she scolded in a final motherly tone making you giggle into your hand. Your alpha was very cute when he pouted, blue eyes wide and a perfect downturned frown on his lips, the pink bottom lip pressed forward in a sweet gesture. How the perfectly masculine sharp angular male could be both stunning and adorable was beyond you. But he was just perfect.

"Yes Ma" he sighed looking more and more disheartened but then nudged your side and sent you a wink before raising his brows suggestively. You squeaked and looked to the book in your lap once more feeling your ears go red under his provocative gaze. He huffed a quiet chuckle and purred low in his chest. You felt it the warm yet prickly sensation of your mate. Is was playfull, like when someone lightly ghosts a finger over your inner arm? A slight tickling sensation that made your skin goose bump and tingle. You knew this feeling well, you had been pleased to know your alpha wasn't all work and no play. He was actually a very fun loving man, he liked teasing you playfully and always managed to make you laugh or blush. He enjoyed you being both happy and flushed they seemed to be his favoured reactions and he would go out of his way to cause them.

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Martha had said he just seemed happier, younger like a little teenager again. But this time without all the angst. Like you had somehow drawn away the worries he had. Apparantly as he took the mantle of superman he had lost himself along the way. He wasn't cruel or mean but he was stressed. Martha had said he was beginning to question himself, ask if it was worth it, if anything was worth it anymore. He took on more and more responsibility and was working himself into the ground. But now he wasn't?

He had you to come home too, he had something more to fight for. She said Clark saw you as his reward in a sense. You were his future, the life he had always wanted but could never hope for. Martha said you'd saved him. You wasn't sure if you really believed her, how could you save him when all you have done is sleep and refuse to eat anything other then fruit.

"Clark you might be more convincing if you wiped that smirk off your face... I'm serious, let y/n settle before risking any children okay?" the woman deadpanned making him shrug and chuckle at her.

"Aw that's no fun I already promised. Didn't I sweetheart?" he teased still eyeing you managing to ignore his mothers scathing look as he tried to get you to look at him again. And like an idiot you did spare him a quick glance, well you thought it was quick but somehow he managed to wink at you again blowing you an over exaggerated kiss.

"Clark Joseph Kent!" Martha snipped quickly a much firmer warning in place making him sigh and roll his eyes at his mothers use of his full name. He could see her point but he had to admit he was a little put out with her.. His mother had an issue with your age, even though your twenty two in earth terms you still did look the part of a teen all be it a nineteen year old, but teen none the less. She was uncomfortable with the idea of him bedding you and wanted you both to wait. But Clark didn't have an issue with it, you were his omega. He was your alpha and neither you or he were humans. So why live your lives by human rules? Besides the paperwork was all set up. Legally your not a minor here you just look young, many women did.

"Yes, yes fine, no sex yet jeez" he acquiesced giving in for the moment not needing another lecture. As much as he loved his mother; and he truly did. But his sex life was none of her business and he will fuck you when you were ready and willing and there was nothing that will get in the way of that. Not even the woman who raised him.

"Glad to hear it son. Oh don't give me that look you know it makes sense... Now dear why don't you continue, both Clark and i would love to here about your history" Martha scolded then rolled her eyes at her supposed 'adult' son who was pouting. You smiled uneasy but nodded. You learned quickly that Martha ruled the roost, but it was still strange for you to watch. You'd been raised to see Kal as a god- a saviour and your races true hope. Watching the man you'd all but worshipped be scolded by a human was... confusing. But you just let it be, you were realising humans were much more complicated then you were lead to belive.

"yes of course..." you paused clearing your throat quickly looking at the open page then flipped it seeing the next images. The ships, and graph of births declining... the population crisis, the beginning of the mighty kryptonians demise.

"When our people began scouting the galaxy less and less found their soulmates because we were soo scattered and so pairings dropped and so did births which began effecting economy and age gap parings suffered because their mates werent being born. Suddenly things took a nose dive mates weren't being born families were suddenly being cut short and many bloodlines died off... Over sixty percent of noble houses were wiped out in three decades, suicides were on the rise there was no point to life if you couldn't be happy or have a family" you explained flipping another page letting the both of them get their fill. Both pages were full of house crests and a little information on what each one represented, what their houses did for krypton notable mentions and such.

You flipped again this time showing images of the amniotic chambers. Huge glass towers that grew 'artificial' kryptonians. It was a leap forward in science. They had learned to play god, create life without any comprises. Your own eyes scanned the image a small foetus in a sack and a few around it larger and more developed. It was how your own life began.

"We turned our attention to a amniotic chambers, scientists and doctors could suddenly make anyone children! Mates or not. There was a huge baby boom but, it did nothing for the planet or its people" you explained slowly even saying it sounded strange now that you were older, but then again you'd been taught that this had been wrong. This it was the mistake that had started krypton's downfall. You'd been raised in the old ways, with old values.

"Over time it was seen as primitive to actually seek out your mate and birth a child naturally even having sex became pointless. Why go through that pain when you could have one made and delivered to you when its born?"

"So they were farming babies?" Martha asked incredulously unable to fathom such a thing. It was far fetched, the idea to make fake children? To be able to have a child without carrying them or birthing them but they were your own flesh and blood?

"Yes Ma, but more then that... when we turned our back on natural birth and mates we lost a lot of ourselves and had to use a codex to give the new generations traits and keep some semblance of our race instincts... but even that became political all birthed children had to become more beneficial to society. Loyal, strong, intelligent, beautiful, compassionate, nurturing. And at the same time you could choose the look of your child, their sex, their presentation." You explained voice getting smaller as you spoke it was uncomfortable to talk about parents could determine everything about you. Your sex, pigmentation personality, hell your parents could choose specific moles and birthmarks of they wanted a late 'morphing' session a few weeks before you were born.

"Presentation?" Martha frowned not fully understanding. You nodded to her sparing a glance before quickly looking away. It was strange explaining anything that remotely eluded to pairings and mating with her. She was a human and didn't understand. You found it unnerving, everyone just knew these things back home.

She didn't understand it and sometimes it frustrated her making her snip at you and Clark. She didn't mean to but it was just hard for her to fathom a race evolving and still retain some animal primitive instincts. Humans didn't keep much of theirs, the only ones you were aware of was their self preservation- their undeniable need to stay alive for as long as possible apart from that? They had escaped everything else. The bottom line was humans didn't have soul mates and Kryptonians did, and no matter how much the woman wished Clark was a human, he wasn't and he never would be. Martha had been able to ignore it on a day to day basis. To all intents and purposes when Clark wasn't in his suit she could pretend he was normal. Until you came along.

Not that you think she didn't like you, because she loved you, you were sure of it. It was just, sometimes Martha had to look away as you and Clark bonded. She didn't see mates, she saw her adult son fawning over a love struck teen.

"Will they be alpha, beta, omega or a new non-type" you hummed quietly trying not to dwell on the subject not wanting to upset her. Martha drew in a deep breath and nodded to you soaking up the information. You could see she was trying, she wanted to understand it was difficult for her.

"So if I wanted a blue eyed blonde boy I just had to say?" She said veering off topic slightly wanting to move on swiftly but didn't want to out right say 'lets talk about something else'

"Sort off, eyes can only be dark. Blue, green, pink, grey and amber eyes were traits only found in true borns, these traits died out. Everyone had a dark brown or black eyes occasionally you could have a very dark blue or green but bearly noticeable"  you brushed over the topic as quickly as you could whislt still giving a few extra details. Clark grinned at you and made a passing comment of 'that's why my eyes fascinated you soo much?' Both he and Martha chuckled as the comment made you flush and nod slightly. It was true, you'd been enamoured with his eyes never having seen blue before... and they were soo blue it was like looking into the purest cleanest pools of water your ever seen! Gorgeous and vibrant. it had been a little ongoing tease of Clarks commenting that you were 'staring again' when ever he caught you gazeing at his azure crystal clear eyes.

"Krypton was quickly overpopulated and began draining our planets resources quicker, then they looked to the core... the beating heart of the planet" you said turning the page adamant you were not going to be caught up eyeing him again for the hundredth time today.

"And they drained it?" Clark said leaning mover your shoulder looking at the diagram of krypton that briefly explained how the core was depleted and what a calamity it was.

"Yes. It took a millennia but we bled our planet dry... It became a dry desolate place but had huge glistening cities! Technology you could only dream of! Krypton was the envy of many other planets, our military might alone ended wars in days..." Clark frowned. Military? So not only did krypton become a harsh dictatorship they had been going to war? Enough that they were a feared adversary?

You winced as Clarks face darkened at the mention of war. He didn't like fighting and killing but krypton? In its hay day was the front runner. Its military protected the planet but also dominated. It you wanted to win a war it was the kryptonians you wanted on your team, your soldiers were bred for war, just like the omegas were bred for breeding. Clark growled, eyes skimming the page that praised and boasted about the great many wars that they had won, the enemies they had crushed. You swallowed and flipped a few pages quickly skipping the small chapter on the military past.

You skimmed the next page quickly, there were no images on the next few pages. You paused remembering when you'd first worked studied this chapter. You'd been around eight years old, sitting in Mrs Nirn's class chewing your pen as you read ahead zoning out.

You had wanted to understand why things were so different from what your parents upbringing had been. You wanted to know why there were no little boys in your class, why were the lights off? Why couldn't you have a little sister like your father? Everytime you asked an adult they always vaguely mentioned 'things aren't how they were before' but no one had ever answered your follow up questions 'before what? What happened?'  And this was the chapter that explained everything, that shed light on your peoples recent history.

"Love? Mate are you okay?" Clark asked worriedly watching as you seemed to drift off into your own little world. You jumped and faced him as his warm palm met with your back, slow soothing circles rubbing your tense form slowly. You smiled uneasily and nodded to him before taking a deep breath. He had to know, it was your duty to teach him what happened. It was your place to enlighten him on his own importance, he had a right to know how he got to earth.

"W-We began racing towards calamity there was huge protests, people realised we were not going to last and there would be no escape. But the government decided to call a meeting over it- Jor El decided to plead the council to stop the mining but he was ignored the meeting was just for show a ruse to try and quell the masses... Then Lara began pleading with them to think of the consequences" you said quickly finding your voice again recounting the events that began his own story, the role his parents had played in the prolonged survival of the planet and that ultimately lead you to him.

"My parents?" He said slowly recognising their names once more. You nodded glancing to Martha, you didn't really want to keep bringing up your alphas birth parents in front of the woman you didn't want her to get upset or think she was any less significant. Lara may have birthed your mate. But Martha had raised him, shaped him into the glorious gentle and caring male that he was. Martha seemed to know you were worrying over upsetting her and smiled encouragingly before  placing a reassuring hand on your back below Clarks patting you sweetly.

"I'd like to know too dear, I want to know about the people who gave me my son" she cooed slowly making you bite your lip and take a deep breath muttering a meek 'okay if your sure' under your breath.

"They were strong and kind, serious though and realistic. They both avidly protested about the continued abuse of the planet and warned about the imminent destruction of krypton... it wasn't until to coup that anyone new why."

"Why? What was the reason?" Clark said eagerly paying you his full attention. He was both excited and anxious about learning of his actual parents, everything he thought about krypton seemed to be wrong. On a whole he'd convinced himself that his home planet was almost a mythical place that was good and pure perfect! But it was the complete opposite, he didn't want his fantasy of perfect parents to be shattered too. And there was always the fear he'd been abandoned simply because he was an unwanted child or defective in some way.

"She was pregnant with the first natural son of krypton. They didn't want you to be born just to die after a few weeks of life. You were born in your family home. No doctors or machinery, nothing but your mother and father." Clark let out a breath soaking in the information. Zod was right. Jor was telling the truth? He truly was the first natural born kryptonian? It was there in black and white! Not hear say! He didn't have much time to relish in the relief as you continued quickly.

"A few days after your birth Zod made his move to attack the council, his move was partly spurred on by the civil unrest and protests all over the planet." Another few pages were turned as you bypassed all the nitty gritty details of the coup and violence, the protests  and downfall of many proud houses dragged out of their homes, the riots and looting as the military began fighting internally and the police force all but abandoned their duty.

"My birthday?" Clark said lightly dragging his fingers over an image of himself. A still taken from the footage of his birth, he was in a small oval crib with a blanket over his waist and lower half. Beside him was Lara and Jor watching over him. And at the top of the page a date. Both in kryptonian and earths calendar.

"May? I was born in May? Ma look!" He said sniffing quietly looking at the page in awe. That was him, his parents! They were there! He gazed at the image excitedly, he never new his real birthdate, his parents had guessed but here it was. The exact date! His actual real birthday. He wasn't an Aries. He was a Taurus. He never believed in star signs but, somehow he felt better knowing.

"I see that son, you were perfect and so tiny~" she said slightly tearful herself. This was bittersweet, she had to listen and watch as her son, the boy she raised found out the truth of how he came to her. She didn't doubt he loved her but she was always frightened of him leaving her behind in a way, the terror of him forgetting her and choosing someone else replacing her was almost too much. But at the same time Martha owed a lot to the couple that had entrusted her with their son, she would be lying if she wasn't curious about them and the reason Clark was here.

"Your father in an effort to protect you entered the amniotic chamber and stole the codex. He was hunted for it but by the time anyone could intervene or arrest him it was to late. He had sealed the codex inside of his son. He was the final kryptonian so should be able to carry all traits." You explained turning the next page seeing the image of the chamber Jor ha infiltrated. The codex sitting proudly in place.

"He.. he risked his life? To save me?" Clark breathed out barely whispering the words as he leant forward clasping his hands together tightly. You faltered and looked to him shocked, he hadn't known? You all new that Kal was sent to earth with a stalagmite key with his fathers conscious, had Clark not managed to activate it? Here were ships all over this planet, kryptonians had tried to settle here but... For some reason they just couldn't seem to survive for long. No one knows why, connection was lost.

"He... Gave his life to save you. Zod was the one who caught onto your fathers plan and... He confronted him and your mother. Tried to kill you, your existence; the proof of a natural born was... it would have destroyed his cause... it would have proved him wrong" you uttered slowly unsure how you could tell him the truth without upsetting him, it was a delicate matter. Clark ushered you closer managing to tuck you under his arm holding you as close as he could to his side, then began murring out at you as he felt the nerves, the tangled feelings of fear , grief regret and sorrow. Each one coiling around the other making for an uncertain overbearing pull.

You didn't mean to but you were tugging the bond, looking for approval. Nervously searching for some inclination that he was alright. Prodding at him tentatively trying to peak at his feelings. But you were still uncertain of how to do it without being pushy? On krypton it was said to be unseemly to pry at your mate, normally things flowed freely to forcefully take a look deeper into your mate was... rude and could be construed as not trusting your mate.

Clark didn't know that though. Was it bad? Cruel of you to omit that little social detail so he wouldn't be annoyed at you for it? Was it manipulating? Clark hummed leaning his head ontop of yours, resting his cheek on your crown and placed a sweet kiss to your hair.

"I know... I- he told me on the ship when I found out about krypton... when he told me of mates" he said calmly. You released a low whine nodding to him purring up at him as your shoulders relaxed, slumping once more in relief. You'd been wound up over that. It wasn't like his father would be alive now anyway, but telling him of his families demise wasn't really something you took pleasure in.

"O-oh.. okay well then...err your father was a warrior and fought him, he gave your mother enough time for her to launch your ship. Zod finally over came your father but it was too late, you were almost out of the atmosphere." You swallowed steeling yourself as you continued your tale, recounting the incredible events that had taken place, changing history and the fate of your race.

"Zod instructed all his units to shoot you down, but your mother had used a incredibly illegal amount of resources to make sure your ship's boosters and armed defences were at peak and you made it out"

"So That's really how I left? During all that? I thought Jor had dramatized it... but he hadn't and.." Clark trailed off in thought. He was telling the truth he had been a little sceptical, he couldn't help it he had over thought it afterwards. Managing to think himself into doubting Jor's story picking at it, almost convincing himself the story was a little too convenient.

"It got worse, zod and his men were sent to the phantom zone and your mother was tried for treason. But everything stopped when the footage came through." Martha who had remained quiet listening to you patiently taking in the new information.

"Of what?"

"Clarks birth, it was the first time in centuries anyone had managed to naturally birth a son, a true born son. It was big news and that when the council began to listen, really listen" you shrugged unsure how to explain the magnitude of what Clarks birth actually meant. Unless you were a krypton native you just didn't get it. You  finally closed the book and held it in your lap eyeing both Clark and Martha.

"Then the laws changed krypton accepted its fate, it would die. But not without hope for its race to continue. And that's how we ended up as we were... the draconian backwards planet." You didn't go into detail, over the past few weeks you'd let things slip. Martha and Clark both shared a look. You were almost ashamed of your home. The differences between the totalitarian measures your people resorted to were frowned upon in this country. You felt stupid in a sense. You knew it was only natural to be slightly out of touch on this new home but? You just hadn't realised how much. The freedom and basic human right's you'd been denied! You were taught to belive in Kal. He was effectively used as propaganda, as a reward. If your good and obedient he will accept you. If not? Then you will fail both him and your race.  

"The council watched you used as much energy as it could spare to watch you grow. Then you presented! Alpha, just as we'd hoped. Overnight everything changed again, we had hope and direction. Children were commissioned once more females only, and only women that have a recessive omega gene were allowed to have a child..." you reiterated the fact that females were the only gender allowed to be created. It was the most important rule of your people in the end. Only a female omega could replenish a race.

"But couldn't you make them omega? You said you could choose things like that?" Martha asked frowning not following. You cursed and shook your head you knew you'd confuse them somehow by leaving something out. It was difficult trying to remember all the details about the last chaotic years of krypton.

"No, with the codex gone we couldn't control the genes as much, we could force the child to be female but that was about it. They tried but it was hard creating a definite omega no one could really tell until we presented many were betas or the non type there were very few of us. It was just pot luck." And it was pot luck, out of one hundred girls only fifteen to seventeen would be omega. If the percentage were over that in a generation then it was seen as a 'bumper crop'

"We were made and raised to be your omega. Every one of us was taught about earthling ways. Taught about how to birth and raise pups."

"You were raised to be my mate?" Clark said frowning. He found it strange. You bit your lip chewing on it. You debated on how much he really needed to know, because  honestly now you were here? And experienced earth first hand, now you'd met and spent time with your alpha. You understood how... creepy it would be? But then again if you lied he could realise you had when he reads more of the books here. You drew another breath releasing your lip from between your teeth and hissed quietly deciding it would be best to tell him.

"Yes. Our whole education was based on you and was meant to prepare us for life on earth. You have to understand, you were worshipped like a god. You had the abilities of our earliest ancestors." You began trying to dull down the in depth education you'd received about his upbringing and family. Yet still make him understand just how ingrained he was in your upbringing.

"You are? The epitome of the perfect kryptonian,  proof of how great we once were! Your the perfect male. Being your omega was-is the greatest honour any kryptonian could have. And the only way to survive, only Kal's omega would have the last of the cores power used on her to move her off planet. Her saftey was the most important thing" you explained finally petting him see just how incredibly precious he was. His eyes grew wide as he truly began to understand. This wasn't all talk, and you hadn't been joking when you called him the golden son god among men. That's what you all believed. He was worshipped. It was a sobering thought.

Clark tightened his hold of you hand trembling, palm a little sweaty against your hip. He made to speak but didn't seem to be able to find any words. He couldn't make a sound. It was too surreal for him. Some called him a god here, but he was able to just brush it off, ignore it as an exaggeration. But on krypton? They had meant it. Literally.

"So every girl was raised to... Become Clark's wife? To have children? That's it? No ambitions of your own just... grow up and have babies?" Martha uttered quietly but there was an underlying sadness, she seemed to be offended for you. Which you found peculiar, here the lines of gender were blurred. Krypton raised females to breed, then once they present they were taught other skills to be useful and pay their way.

"Yes. It was... Just how things were, we were taught how to raise children and what to expect with Kal... taught to cook and earthling ways to an extent mainly laws and language but mostly our education was about history and child rearing." You said of handedly trying not to incite anger from the woman. You knew it was hard for her to imagine your homeland. It was harsh and soo different from here. There were regimes like krypton on this planet but they were seen as hostiles and stood against everything this country stood for.

"How did they know? I mean with you? How did they know your were mine"  Clark said quickly managing to intercept what he believed to be a long rant from his mother. She had already made up her mind about krypton, she hadn't said it but she didn't need to her face said it all.

"Your mark apparently we share a mark which is unique to our bond and yours had activated. The council called all the omegas that had presented and searched for your mark. I was the one to have it. I was your mate" you said vaguely to be honest you didn't even understand it properly yet, it was one of the things you were hoping to find out looking through these books.

"And then after finding it they sent you here?" Clark uttered quietly. He was soo wrapped up in loving you, understanding these instincts and just basking in your presence. That he hadn't really stopped to think about the actual journey, surely it had been your choice? Especially when the cost was soo great. But there was a foreboding in your demeanour it left a heavy cold feeling in his gut.

"Yes. My parents- they had five minuets to say good bye and load me into the ship. The council didn't want to cause a panic and wait, I was wrestled into the ship by my father" you spoke weakly. You hadn't thought much about it, you had nightmares. But that was it, you tried avoiding it, blanking it out... not unlike the adults as you were growing up. In your head there was here and now on earth with your alpha and then before. Before became the codename for life on krypton. Before meant your parents, the rules, pain and fear! Before meant anxiety and death.

And now? Now was the time to let them know. Sure they understood the logistics. You were sent here to your mate. But they didn't know the actual story- the chain of events that lead to your arrival. And for the first time since getting here you needed to get it off your chest. Let it out and be done with this chapter finally let go of the fear and guilt you'd bottled up.

"I was terrified, and I fought but? Not hard enough I couldn't hold on to them either of them! The told me that they loved me and everything would be okay but it wasn't- I was about to kill them... I just" your bottom lip wobbled and your voice came out  strained, you fought to get the next words out. Clark murred and tried to comfort you, feeling the fear and anxiety. The guilt and devastation in your bond was... it sickened him feeling such sorrow. But it did no good, he tugged you up and sat you on his lap curling around you, holding you to his chest desperately wanting to sooth you. Ever ounce of him was trembling the need to cheer you up and tend to you was astounding.

But even through all that need and instinct, he knew he couldn't. You were mourning, not only you parents but your race, way of life, your home, your planet! It would be a heavy blow to anyone least of all his delicate young omega. He didn't speak, he didn't want to interrupt, you needed to get this out. He needed to know what happened so he could help you.

"Then my dad... He was the one to strap me i-in... he was the strongest there... the others couldn't have held me down long enough. The ship closed... locked and that was it I was off to earth." Silence reigned as your new family took in what you'd said. They hadn't realised how you'd come here... Clark thought you came willingly, happily boarded the ship to get here. He hadn't even considered your fear and the weight on your shoulders.

"I felt it. The planet die. All the teachers said that you'd be asleep before it happened but I wasn't. It was the loudest and most frightening thing I'd ever heard. It rocked the ship, then the debris... it was like a monsoon, a deafening rain storm of rocks the earth and foundation of krypton itself." Your took a deep breath leaning against Clark pressing your back into him twisting your head slightly resting on his shoulder trying to tuck your face into his neck. Seeking him as your only comfort. .

Clark was finding it heard to hear. He was ecstatic you were here, he didn't care the cost. Now he felt like a bastard. He couldn't imagine hearing and entire planet die. And entire race. You must have felt so scared and alone. He wasn't sure he could handle that type of trauma. Its one thing to be alone hoping you had a homeland. Knowing for certain? That was another thing entirely. Martha hummed watching as Clark got upset and scooted closer placing her hand on your knee while throwing her arm around Clarks back rubbing slowly.

"I p-panicked and tried to change direction, tried rerouting the ships pre-set destination... But it couldn't find krypton. The planet just? Wasn't there anymore, it was so surreal. Instead it continued on to earth, and the onboard computer said I was too panicked to travel at hyper speed so it put me to sleep... the next thing I remember is waking up here... it felt like minuets but had been six months." You ended. It didn't seem right, such a long historic tale ending with you walking up on an alien planet.

All those failures and mistakes rolling one after the other after the other. All the power hungry fools and scientific breakthroughs for nothing. In the end your race had come full circle. An alpha and his omega. Two intertwined souls. The very last paired kryptonians. It was almost ironic, for all the advances and medical wonders in the end nature triumphed.

"I'm sorry, I'm so, so sorry that you had to face that alone... if I'd known I would have come and got you, I would have never let krypton die-" Clark started apologising holding you tighter dipping his head to yours resting his nose on your hair breathing you in swaying you sweetly.

"No. Krypton had to. We couldn't risk another Zod on your new planet. Your abilities in an evil power hungry kryptonian? It would have been chaos. We knew that we had to start fresh but cohabit a planet. Not rule it. That's why we needed kryptonians to be birthed here." You cut him off quickly. He didn't have to feel responsible,  krypton made their bed and they could lie in it. They strayed too far and had failed, destroyed themselves.

"Zod came. He tried to take over but I... I killed him, id found a ship and my father explained a few things to me, told me about my mate that would be sent to me I looked for you in zods men. But he laughed saying id never find you- the final straw that made me kill him was when he laughed saying you were dead." Clark hissed voice becoming dark as he remembered Zod. The cruelty the man had, the utter madness was something that ha7nted him. He feared that was the true nature of kryptonians, that one day he would become another Zod.

"You did the right thing. Zod was corrupt. The codex can sometimes corrupt a child and feed them too much. His loyalty and strength were... maddening. He was meant to be a soldier he wanted to be a dictator, even on krypton. That's what the coup was about. He was trying to overthrow a high ruling government" you said before slowly untangling yourself from your mate. He released you, hands still hovering as you stood and brushed yourself off. You sniffled and wiped your eyes before excusing yourself scaling the small steps of the ship. Clark made to follow you as you disappeared into the ship needing a few moments alone. Martha held him shaking her head understanding you needed a little breathing room.

You couldn't help it, the feelings came back, the terror and anxiety panic and self loathing. It was nauseating, you'd not really managed to come to terms with the deaths of your family, deaths that you caused. You'd managed to ignore it? Being in a completely new environment you'd almost convinced yourself you were on a trip, a holiday and that your parents were at home safe and sound. It probably wasn't healthy but its what had managed to get you through all this. But saying it outloud? Recounting it had brought everything to life.

You huffed rubbing your eyes as they teared up, seeing all this in here was hitting home. The priceless artefacts and wealth of knowledge surrounding you only solidifying the fact krypton was gone. That it was your duty to keep all this heritage alive. Your job to birth a race and find a way to integrate into this alien world. It was a terrifying prospect, soo much responsibility for a single young female. And you had to bare it alone along side the guilt of being your planets demise.

You quickly wiped at your face sniffling as you felt Clarks approach. Ducking down you looked into the satchel that you recognised as your fathers old pack. You jumped as Clark crouched behind you pressing two heavy hands on your shoulders massaging them before dragging you back to him. You sighed hanging your head as he plastered you to his front,  strong arms slowly winding around your waist.

"Its not your fault, you couldn't have saved them." He said softly pressing a chaste kiss to your neck breathing you in, scenting you. It was something else that was strange at first but Clark had mastered quickly. He noticed that if he gave in to some of these... instincts he could calm you down. Scenting you, coupled with touching you coddling and holding you close seemed to be the most effective way to sooth you when things began to get too much. When you got overwhelmed, but he held back in front of his mother. She was still uneasy about the age difference.

"I could have fought harder-" you whined feeling yourself tremble, the severity of what happened the reality of it crushing you. You began huffing, taking deeper breaths holding them trying to fight the fear and sobs. You couldn't afford this self pity you had a job. A duty to your people and you cant fail! You wont because then it was for nothing-

"Omega." Clarks voice grunted, snapping you out of your thoughts. It was strange, he sounded firm and stern. A real alpha reprimanding, commanding you. You shivered. It was both frightening and sexy. Perfect. You peered back at him, a few tears escaping followed by a single mewl as you tried to stop yourself from crying.

"Nothing you said would have stopped them. Nothing. From everything you've told me, the one thing that stands out is krypton did as it pleased. A tiny thing like you never would have stood a chance" he cooed down at you somehow maintaining his authority but in a gentler way. The light growl almost soothed you, it sounded like his murr but deeper and had more conviction.

"I... I know but it... It wasn't meant to be me. Wasn't meant to happen, they always said it was the end but?" You tried to get out the feelings but for some reason you couldn't put words to them. It came in waves, as ecstatic as you were to be here with your mate, relish in the presence of your incredible alpha. You also wanted your parents, your home and all the things you'd been brought up with. You were selfish, you'd wanted it all.

"No one ever really believes a world can end love" he breathed out slowly. Still pressing close to you sniffing and kissing at you, tucking his hands below your tshirt rubbing the warm palms on your flat tummy making you relax.

"So what's this then?" Clark said motioning to the satchel you were fiddling with. You cast a glance to him and smiled sadly.

"My dads... they were allowed to pack things before we got tested... just incase and...They didn't have long to gather things- god I hope there's a photo! And my-" you were cut off as he chuckled and moved closer hooking a finger around the opening tugging it lightly.

"Jurashnir stuffie?" He said making you flush and gape. You were surprised he even remembered. But it warmed your heart that he did remember such a small detail, a passing comment really. It showed he really did listen and take in what you said, even if it was silly anxious prattle.

"Yes that" you hummed face glowing in a sweet blush. And began pulling the bag open fully digging you hand inside.

"I hope she packed it too" Clark chuckled holding the bag open wider so you could see more of the things inside. You already recognized some things, your mothers perfume she used on the rarest of occasions. Your fathers military id pin some clothing and jewellery that they treasured the hair ornaments your mother wore on their ceremonial binding. Then there was the all important photo, you closed your eyes glimpsing the image. No, it was too soon for that, you couldn't look at their smiling faces yet, not after killing them.

Then you felt it. Your stuffie the one that had been with you since you were brought home as a new babe. You yanked it out eyes watering as you pulled out the toy. Clark eyed it with a smile, it was like a chinchilla small round and cute, huge eyes and adorable. You held it close overwhelmed by it, which was stupid, it was a bloody toy, but brought so much comfort. You nuzzled it, rubbing the tiny ear between your fingers like you had thousands of times before.

"I- sorry it..." you breathed out quickly pulling the toy to your lap twiddling the fur on it humming. Your cheeks glowed feeling embarrassed from being so childish, getting so caught up in having your treasured toy with you.

"No. Don't apologise" your alpha was quick to argue with a wide grin eyeing the toy himself with a relieved expression.

"I'm glad you have something from home to comfort you" and he did. He wanted to help make you more at home here, and if a little stuffie did that he wont complain. It will have pride of place on the bed both here and when you finally return to Metropolis with him.

You smiled slowly bringing to toy to your chest clutching it close with one hand almost afraid of releasing it now you'd been reunited. You handt realised just how much it meant to you until you face not having him. Your other hand felt around inside the bag and come across a small book. You frowned and pulled it out then flushed seeing what it was. Who had popped that in your bag?! Surely not your parents, there must be a mistake.

You flipped it open and froze seeing your fathers broken English scribbled on the inner cover. A note to Kal.

'This help read. Kal be happy with mate, love her make family' you drew a deep breath and smiled nodding understanding what he meant. Be happy with each other, become a family.

"Ah and Clark... here this is our erm... my dad left this to you mating book... it has everything you need to know about... that" you uttered handing him the book. He froze not expecting to have anything from your parents. He looked over the words and smiled. It was your fathers blessing something he thought he'd go without. Before you could stop him he was flicking through the book scanning the pages and flushing slightly before laughing boisterously drawing his mother into the ship finally giving into her curiosity.

"Well I'll be damned you actually gave me a guide book for sex! Does it have pictures?~" he smirked closing the book and levelling you with a playful stare. You shrunk back squeezing the stuffie in your arms feeling embarrassed pursing  your lips cutely.

"Oh god I don't err? Look just read it okay! Alone!" You growled at him as he still laughed finding it amusing just how flustered you got. He winked at you before quirking a brow at you then peered at the book once more.

"Oh so it does have pictures! Hmm? Must be my lucky day being given free porn"  he exclaimed teasing you happy that you'd seemed to cheer up, even if you were now a little sheepish.

"I-its not porn! Its realistic sex education!" You said flapping at him well aware of the critical look Martha was casting you both.

"Well sweet heart trust me when I say I don't need much tutoring... actually I do... I need lots! But I'm better at practical~ perhaps you could squeeze in a little one on one session?" He purred leaning closer pushing his chest against you humming biting his lip nuzzling you. You shuddered and stuttered tripping over your words. It was at that moment Martha jumped into action.

"OKAY! Right that's enough lessons for one day Casanova, we can leave that conversation there" she huffed standing behind him placing her hands on her hips taking a stern stance.

"What? But ma i was just about-"

"Oh i know very well what you were just about to do son! Behave. And be glad she gave you a raunchy book." The human countered none to impressed with the way Clark seemed to be turning into a cheeky horndog.

"Its just sex education... not raunchy" you muttered quietly hanging your head with a sigh still glowing brightly at the fact everyone seemed to think you'd given him porn.

"I believe you sweety... Come on Clark lets get a move on, we will sort one shelf today then we can relax in the garden" she assured you before ordering Clark nudging him with a foot making him pout.

"But ma?" He whined suddenly transforming from eager alpha to leading child that made you giggle. He really was cute, cuter then you'd thought he'd be.

"No buts. You want to take this stuff to your little club house today don't you?" She snipped prodding him harder with her foot with a smirk.

"Fortress Ma. Its a fortress" Clark huffed rolling his eyes sending you a wink only to yip as Martha toe punched him a little harder in warning.

"Mm hmm call it what you want, when a son builds himself a hidden little mancave and only lets certain friends in, its a clubhouse. No matter how big or high-tech it is" she drolled making you chuckled at the two. It was nice having the motherly woman around even if she was struggling with the new situation you and her son were in.

"Its not a... whatever, come on you lets sort through this shelf first" Clark finally caved and stood helping you up deciding to pick his battles... he had to keep his mother sweet if he was going to convince her that you could move in with him, be it his room here or his appartment in Metropolis.

#henry cavill #clark kent imagine #clark kent x reader #alpha clark kent #clark kent x you #superman x reader #superman imagine #alpha superman #superman x you #fic: Deliverance

[zombryz]

★ needy ★ a Frieza story

This is based on a request I got from an Anon - “ Do you think you can do a Frieza X Reader where Frieza feels more comfortable about being around the reader so much that he gets a bit clingy towards the reader?“

This will be a multi-part series. Oh how I do love Lord Frieza  ♡

TW - mentions of anxiety, kidnapping

“Yo!” You hear a familiar voice from behind you. You spin on your heel to find none other than the tall and hunky saiyan himself, Goku. 

“Hi Goku! How are you?” You smiled sweetly at him. He’s been your friend for quite some time now and you’ve gotten used to having him around. His face always lights up when he sees you, as you have a way with people, in this case saiyans. Both him and Vegeta had a soft spot for you and they never really understood why. They eventually just gave in and would do whatever you asked of them, being completely wrapped around your finger.

“I’m great! You ready to do this?” He smirked, making a hmph noise before cracking his knuckles and furrowing his eyebrows downward showing that he meant business. You had invited him over today because you were moving into capsule Corp. He was in charge of moving all your big, heavy furniture. Bulma requested you move in a few months ago but after the whole ‘Beerus almost destroying the world’ thing you decided it might be a good idea to go ahead and finally move in. That way you would always be kept in the loop. You were Bulma’s best friend and you were always babysitting the boys anyways so why not just move in? 

“Where do you want this?” Goku questioned holding your whole couch under one arm.

“Um, you can just put it in the loft! Thanks, Goku!” You replied with a kind smile causing his cheeks to turn rosy. You knew that he would do anything for you so you decided to return the favor by always being sweet to him. Everyone around here always called him an idiot and you didn’t feel that he was deserving of that. 

He had moved everything into your apartment so quickly without even breaking a sweat. Goku walked back down the stairs dusting off his hands as if it was the easiest task the saiyan has ever had to do. You were so thankful to have him in your life. 

“Gosh, thanks Goku. What would I do without you?” You reached up to ruffle his hair causing him to chuckle while he scratched the back of his neck.

“Don’t mention it! I’ll see you at dinner then?” He waved goodbye and took off using instant transmission. You were so excited to have a new place within Capsule Corp. Now if you needed Bulma, you could just walk down the hall instead of having to call her up. You sat on your couch and decided to get a nap in before dinner that evening. 

Later that evening, everyone gathered for dinner on the rooftop of Capsule Corp. It was honestly quite cute to have everyone sit together like a big family. You sat with Lord Beerus and Whis to your right and Trunks and Goten to your left. Lord Beerus also took a liking to you, which you figured it couldn’t hurt to have a destroyer on your side. He took the time to actually learn your name which didn’t seem to be a regular occurrence with him and mortals. After dinner you were playing hide and seek with Trunks and Goten, they always outsmarted you by flying or fusing together. You told them that if you were going to play, flying or fusing was against the rules. They weren't too excited about this but they would go along with it because they were always happy to just be playing with you. You were their favorite. 

After a tiresome game of hide and seek and finding the boys stuck in a tree you decided to head back to get some sleep. You yawned walking back inside Capsule Corp, that's when you ran into Bulma roaming the halls. She looked a teensy bit nervous and you felt the need to ask her what was wrong. 

“Everything ok Bulms?” You approached her slowly placing a hand on her shoulder in an attempt to calm her down a bit without spooking her.

“Oh! Hey, Y/N. Y-Yeah, I’ll be okay.” Her words came off a bit on edge and you couldn’t help but think she was trying to withhold information.

“You sure? You don’t seem okay, you seem a bit anxious..” 

“O-okay fine, you got me.” She shakily put her hands up in surrender and you finally let go of her shoulder to cross your arms together. You raised your brow curious to what she was going to say next. “Both Goku and Vegeta left. They went to train with Whis on Beerus' planet..” she paused. You felt as though there was something else she was leaving out. Your brow remained raised, unsure of where this was going. “….we have no way of staying in contact with them, I-I feel a little… unprotected I guess.” she shrugged as if saying it aloud sounded silly. Your eyes widened. A skip in your heart, earth’s greatest protectors - gone? What does this mean? Is there even a threat to earth? Is there going to be a threat? Your head spun a bit when you realized Bulma was still staring at you, she clearly needed comfort from her friend and not a freak out session. 

“Come here Bulms, it’s going to be okay” you grabbed one of her arms and pulled her into a tight embrace. “We still have Piccolo and Gohan with us. Oh! And the boys. We’ll be fine if anything happens we’ll just call up Tien and 18.” You unconfidently replied, breaking off the hug you held her shoulders in place so that she could see your trying sincere smile. Her anxiety seemed to knock down a few clicks as you helped calm her down.

“You’re right, It’s going to be okay.” She inhaled and exhaled loudly calming her nerves, “Thanks Y/N. Well, I guess I’ll try to get some sleep now. If you need anything please don’t hesitate to come get me, after all I’m only down the hall now!” She winked as she removed your hands from her shoulders and gave you a swift smile and wave before turning back down the hall towards her place. Finally, you can go back to your new apartment and relax. It had been a long day. 

You unlocked the door to your apartment and your living room was pitch black, the only light was emitting from your loft porch. Humming to yourself you walk around your dark room looking for the light switch, it was your first night in your new place and you cursed yourself for not knowing the layout of the room before it had gotten dark. You shuffled around reaching both arms out to feel around the walls for the light switch. At this point you were becoming annoyed, “Ugh” you grunted out loud. You pause for a moment to take a breather and that's when you see them. A pair of what looked like glowing red eyes in the far corner of your living room, they were locked on you and looked like they were coming from behind a lamp that Goku had placed there earlier in the day. You hesitate to scream, figuring maybe it was just an outlet or maybe the boys playing a prank on you. They started to move as if whomever they belonged to began standing up at their full height. That's when you started shaking and you could feel your palms becoming clammy with fear. Whatever it was was charging a ball of energy, the color matching their terrifying eyes. Now would be a good time to scream you thought to yourself, but you were frozen like a deer in headlights. 

Shit, shit, shit. 

Finally, you let out a gut wrenching scream hoping Goku or Vegeta would barge in and save you from whoever let themselves in your apartment. The being disappears from in front of you, in a frenzy you panic and look around not sure where it went. 

“Ah, ah, ah puny earthling.” The unknown creature was now behind you and clapped its large scaly hand over your mouth forcing no more noise out of you. “We don’t want the big bad monkey’s to know that I am here.” It tsked. You were stuck. Trying to calm your breathing you gave in, there was no way you could fight it off. Okay, what now? Still shaking you bring your arms down to your sides not realizing you grasped the hand that was placed tightly over your mouth. “Try that again and I will not hesitate to eliminate you right where you stand, under any normal circumstances you would already be dead at my hands, but unfortunately for the both of us,” a pause, almost as if it was annoyed to say the next part, “I need you to stay alive… for now.”

An understanding, you nodded your head in acceptance and it freed your mouth. All of a sudden the lights came on, blinding you. You covered your eyes trying to get the burn to go away when you finally opened them and saw it, well him? For a lizard man, he was oddly beautiful. He stood taller than you and had ivory skin with amethyst like crystal domes on his head, shoulders, and chest. His figure was rather slender but muscular. Flicking behind him was a long, ivory tail to match. It appeared to be made of pure muscle. He stood with one foot in front of the other showing off his three toed limbs. Wow. You had seen alien creatures before but never one quite like this. 

“Okay, what do you need me to do?” you cleared your throat and pulled at your shirt, fixing your appearance unconsciously.

“Rather compliant aren’t we?” he questioned while letting his head hang low, twisting his mouth to form a menacing and twisted smirk. “I will spare you the mechanics of my grand plan,” He raised his head to look you in the eyes while he spoke, “I have been watching you for quite some time, human.” This caused you to raise your brow in curiosity. Why was he watching you? “The monkeys left, and you see.. That will just not do, will it?” he started playing with his nails as if this conversation was boring him. 

You decided it was best for you not speak unless he asked you to and so he continued on.

“For now, you will be my hostage. My pawn, if you will. I need those infuriating baboons to come back to earth, I will not continue chasing them around the galaxy just to get my revenge.” He clutched his hand into a fist, anger seething through his teeth.

It finally clicked, standing only a few feet away was the ruthless and power hungry emperor, Lord Frieza. You swallowed your fear, not sure how you got here or why but you weren’t going to fight back in any way risking him to deem you no longer worthy to be in his presence. Goku and Vegeta have told you war stories about him. How did he come back? A single tear began rolling down your cheek causing you to sniffle quietly. Frieza must’ve noticed because he reached out and grabbed your face almost crushing your jaw with the action.

“Oh, do not grow worried little one. I will not hurt you…” a beat. “Today.” He chuckled evilly releasing your face. Great, you remembered Bulma telling you that there would be no contact with Goku or Vegeta. How long would you be Frieza’s prisoner? A panic sweeping over you, your head spinning and just like that your world went dark. You were knocked unconscious, Frieza had forced you to sleep. 

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“Mom! Mom, wake up!” 

Bulma wiped the sleep away from her eyes. She sat up, yawning not sure if what was happening was a dream or not. Finally, fully awake, her eyes focus on Trunks who is hovering over her in a panic.

“It’s Y/N! I heard her scream, I went to check on her and her door was cracked open and there was no sign of her!” The worry in his voice caused Bulma to jump out of bed. 

“Trunks, I need you to go get Piccolo and the others. I am afraid something bad is happening.” Bulma tried her best to hide the worry in her voice.

Trunks left and Bulma started pacing her dark room, she had an itch of who might be involved. “Frieza.” she said to herself sternly, slamming her fist into her other hand. She thought to herself, how the hell am I going to get a hold of Goku and Vegeta?

#frieza #lord frieza #dragon ball #dbz #dbs #dbs vegeta #dbs goku #bulma #whis #beerus #fan fiction #frieza imagine #bryannawrites #needy #friezaneedyfic

[oksana-moods]

Supernova

Summary: As the seasons passes you by, it is inevitable for you to watch the fall.

A/N: This is an AU requested by the darling @multi-muse-transect and you might find it in here. This request filled me with joy and worries at the same time, because it was hard to create a visible story in my head before trying to write it down. But I really enjoyed all the research about Nova Corps, hence it took me a little more than intended.

Warnings: Language, marvel’s canon violence… if there is any other that I should mention, please, let me know.

“You take my breath away. You're a supernova and I'm a space bound rocket ship and your heart's the moon.”

#not my pic

Carol is at a window looking at the sculptures and other buildings of Hala, she’s just arrived from a mission against Kree insurgents. ‘They're like weeds’, she thinks. No matter how hard she fights or fights back, they always come back and never learn that against the Empress they will never succeed.

The lights are beautiful in Hala, but they will never compare to the lights of the Old Earth. She takes a look at the latest reports of her home planet's reconstruction on the table beside her and sighs, knowing that New Earth will soon be ready.

Years ago, Ronan attacked Earth with the intention of destroying Carol and he did, in fact, destroy her heart. Even though she could absorb and redirect energy, she failed to destroy all the missiles before they hit the ground and then it was over. And the beginning at the same time.

Completely possessed by the grief of losing her home and loved ones, Carol went hunting for the Kree and, more importantly, for the Supreme Intelligence and, one by one, Carol brought down her tormentors until she became the Empress of Kree, residing in Hala.

Her patrols to different galaxies have been reduced as she monitors the Kree group responsible for rebuilding the Earth, chases mutineers and still rules the Empire. Her Empire. There's not even time for karaoke, she thinks, as her eyes follows a shooting star across the night sky of her capital.

Her eyes narrow when said shooting star seems to take a route, rather than a random path, because it is a celestial body without navigation. This shooting star is, in fact, very different, she observes. And, almost a second late, she notices that someone is heading right for her.

Taking her by surprise, you hit the balcony glass as if it were nothing and saw Carol's body hurl against the wall with the impact of your body. Not even spending a breath, it's your turn to be hurled against the wall when Carol fights back even harder than you.

You fight, exchange punches and blows. You notice that she's slightly surprised to find a worthy opponent, something that's still unheard of. Until today. Until you.

And that intrigues her, how could someone be so powerful without her knowing?

"Did the Kree insurgents send you?" She asks after you collide on Hala’s sky, the noise and vibrations being felt even in buildings far away from the fight.

"No." You answer. “I was sent by Nova Prime to deal with you” You barely finish your sentence, and you attack Carol again, but she's confused. She had heard of Nova Prime when she was still a Kree soldier. When she fought for the wrong side.

She then looks at you once more. She takes in the clothes you're wearing and your helmet, which covers your eyes with a blueish light but leaves your chin bare. The symbol that resembles a star painted in red on your golden helmet indicated what you are. Nova Corp. You are a corpsman.

A bright, gold insignia in a form of three circles linked in your chest shines even in the dark, showing her that you’re not an ordinary corpsman, but a Centurion. You are Nova Corps’ Commander. Okay, that explain why you’re so powerful.

"What do you want with me?" She asks without the slightest pretension to continue fighting and for the first time you don't attack, you stop and look at her. Wow, the reports of her strength and agility were consistent with what you see, but there was nothing about her beauty. Shaking your head, you answer it.

"Justice." Seeing the confused expression on Carol's perfect face, you continue. "You are crushing the democracy that existed for the inhabitants of this planet, the countless reports of an empress overthrowing entire communities have crossed galaxies."

"Justice, you say." You see her eyes flash with anger and hatred. "And what justice does Nova Prime intend to give Earth?" She approaches dangerously and you have to remind yourself to not cower under her glare.

"The Kree have destroyed my home, so I won't give them one until the New Earth is rebuilt and populated." The threat in her gaze, in her posture, was tangible. "And nothing and no one in the universe will make me concede freedom to this barbaric species."

"Being a barbarian yourself?" You turn your head to the side in a questioning tone, but she takes it as irony. Maybe it was. “An eye for an eye, as earthlings are fond of saying. Or should I say, used to like?” A kind of roar was the only warning before her fist collided with your face.

"Wash your mouth before you talk about Earth, soldier." She patched up a string of blows you couldn't get out of. "Nova Empire has always fought the Kree, why they want to protect them now?"

She was strong; you've already figured that out, but like many other very powerful beings in the universe, they tend to think they're the only ones with powers. Absorbing most of the blows and directing the energy against the empress, you use your power blast and with that, once again, Carol is hurled against the wall of her palace.

As an automatic response, Carol uses the powers of her fist and you feel the force of a thousand cannons throwing you backwards into space, grunting right after with the impact of Carol's body, engaging the fight once more.

You could tell that she was angry and, according to your studies, humans tended to be guided by such frivolous feelings. And that was something you intended to use to your advantage.

Being two beings bestowed with stamina, the fight would go on for hours until someone got tired, but if she uses her powers erratically and drenched in rage, she will be drained quicklier.

“I am the Empress of the Kree Empire! Answer me!" The tone of voice in which she addresses you makes it clear that your goal of getting under her skin is working. With a smirk, you respond.

“Nova Empire takes care of the galaxy and has balance as its main goal, your highness. To overpower other species is not our intention.” Your response seems to enrage her even more and the only reaction you got from her was more blows and more blasts in your direction.

You dodge, you block, and you realize she's getting careless then letting her guard down. And that's where you come in with quick jabs almost powerless, only to enrage her more and more. Just to remind her that even an Empress has weaknesses.

You hit the ground and certainly the people throughout the city felt like it was an earthquake. Something was off and before you could react, Carol hits you with a blast right in the middle of the chest, throwing you meters and meters into a random building.

This time, you start feeling the impact on every wall you hit. You feel dizzy, your hand is shaking, and you find yourself bleeding. ‘What's going on?’ You think as you watch Carol's figure to grow in your field of vision.

The smirk on her face is ridiculously sexy, but you barely have time to make any comments before her voice reaches your ears. "Apparently, you're not that tough without your helmet on, are you?"

You look at her hand that is carrying what was once your helmet, now just broken shards and she drops it into your lap. Without your helmet you are ruined, as is your mission.

The smirk and one last punch were the last thing you remember before she knocks you down cold.

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Your head was about to explode inside your skull, and you blink at the light entering your cell. All that brightness was not helping your headache at all.

It's been a few days since you've been taken prisoner by Empress Carol Danvers and whether Xandar knows or has noticed your disappearance is something you have no idea of. And when Nova Prime sends reinforcements after you it won't be pretty.

Before proceeding on your mission, you had already been informed that all diplomatic avenues had been tried but completely closed by the Empress. That way, Xandar wouldn't try negotiations to try to get you back. Perhaps this would trigger a new war.

A war you couldn't afford. Certainly, you didn't want the weight of being the trigger or the spark in a cold battle of inflated tempers on your shoulders. Carol had a very short fuse, as you witnessed firsthand, while Prime could be an slayer when the situation called for it.

Days passed, becoming weeks and your monotonous existence is only interrupted by the Empress's daily visits. Visits that you don't know why she still keeps, when it's pretty obvious that you have no information to provide.

You are a member of the Nova Corp and have been sent on a solo mission to "dissuade" the Empress from continuing to rule her own empire with an iron fist. There were no ulterior motives, no espionage or reinforcements waiting in the moon not far from Hala.

You were a single, last resource. There was nothing but you and your broken form. A failed soldier.

You were standing, watching the sun shining on buildings across Hala through the small window in your cell, admiring the dots circling farther down the street, almost forgetting that each dot was a person. You wonder if Carol forgets who they are.

"Um, admiring my city, I see." You spare her a brief glance before you return it to the window. She was in a red robe with local designs, and you can't shake off your head at how beautiful she is. How beautiful she looks in red. Or any other color.

You don't exactly know why Carol still comes to your cell, but you can't lie to yourself that you don't like it. You do. But you convince yourself that any company is better than the solitude of these walls, just that and nothing else.

She is an empress after all. A Sovereign, considered by many to be evil and tyrant. But each gentle gesture towards you reminds you that her hands are stained with blood. Like yours. Your conscience doesn't seem to know which side it should be on.

"Forgive me if my boredom is exacerbated, your city is the only thing I have left to admire." You answer still looking ahead, afraid to look at her and be mesmerized. The Empress was a mystery that captivated you, as her answers were never what you would expect them to be. Just like now.

“I could end your boredom. Hala’s Summer Trade is famous across the galaxy, have you ever tasted Pluot Fruit?” Your head swivel towards her so fast it feels like a whip.

"Summer?" Quickly you do the math in your head, in this solar system the days and seasons were longer than in Xandar, so... "How long have I been kept in here?"

"Too long, Nova." Nova? What kind of nickname is this? Shaking your head, you question her. "Nova? This is not my name." She giggles and moves closer to the energy field that makes up your cell door, she’s one yard away so you can smell her perfume. White jasmine.

“I know it isn't. But I decided to abbreviate the title of Nova Corps to Nova, besides, I own this place…” she opens her arms to emphasize what she's talking about. "I can call you whatever I want, prisoner."

You decide to play her game and with a smirk on your face you respond. “Prisoner? Now, seconds ago weren’t you inviting me for a walk, your highness?”

You lick your lips when you see her face contorting in a mix of anger and something else, but what, you don't know. “You abuse my benevolence too much. Your precious Xandar never tried to open a ransom deal, you are of no use to them or to me.”

Her words crash into your chest, and you feel your heart break a little more. Months have passed and there was no sign of another corpsman coming to your rescue and now she tells you that Nova Prime didn't even try to negotiate your freedom.

You close your eyes and with small, defeated steps you walk to the window. A lifetime dedicated to Nova Corp and Xandar, to be abandoned like a stray dog ​​lost from its owners. Like someone worthless.

Defeated and hopeless, you ask Empress Carol why she still keeps you alive. Standing in the hallway leading to the dungeons hall she smiles triumphantly and speaks. "For my entertainment, prisoner."

--

"What do you think of the Pluot?" Carol's voice breaks your train of thought.

"Strangely delicious." You respond by referring to the strange appearance, as if it was a dried fruit and not completely juicy right after tasting it.

As with the fruit, such was your surprise to see Carol's interaction with her subjects. Many of them kept their distance, paid their obeisance and respects to the Empress, and continued on their way with their heads low.

However, a reassuring number of people seemed to genuinely like or even admire Carol and not out of obligation. Doing a 180° turn in the opinion you once held of the Empress, she was extremely adorable when interacting with children.

Who knew the fearsome tormentor of the Kree empire would be so… human? How can someone, who keeps a prisoner just for her own pleasure, be so kind? You wonder if they were the same person at all.

She smiles in response to what you said and you smile back, completely unsure of the reasons why you do.

After the Hala market tour went without incident, that is, without any attempt to escape on your part, Carol has granted you the right to stroll through the inner gardens of her palace. As much as you want to hate the way she plays as if you were a puppet, you can't.

You try to hate her, but each day you spend in her company makes it harder for you to deny the feeling that, gradually, grows in your chest. Then, you find yourself desperate to hang this passion before it's too late.

Your morning walks allow you to see autumn slowly approaching, little by little, with each leaf touching the ground. And if you used to enjoy Carol's garden alone, over time, the Empress's company became part of your routine.

"Why are you still keeping me alive, Carol?" You rarely addressed her by the title of empress or nobility, and she never forced you to use it, she seemed not to care whether you recognized her power or not. Nor did he seem to mind when you used it ironically.

"I like your company." She answered and that made you look directly into her eyes. "It isn't every day that I find a match." Her answer made something boil in your chest and you had to force your heart to understand that she was probably referring to the fight.

"I'm not a match for you, your highness." You spoke. "Everything special about me came from an enhanced helmet." A sad smile danced on your lips, remembering how powerless you felt when you saw it broken in her hand. You remembered how broken you felt yourself.

“Everything special about you comes from your heart, Nova.” Her tone was low and as much as you wanted, there was nothing to grasp in it. She spoke this sentence as if she were speaking about the weather but for you it just set your heart on fire.

--

Between stories from a lifetime ago, when Carol was only a human being without a single clue that the universe was bigger than her world and stories from her time adapting and training in Hala, you felt yourself slowly but surely falling for her.

The change for you was visible and you prayed it would be visible only to you. If before you thought she was beautiful, now she’s extremely attractive in your eyes. Even when choosing simple robes, Carol was always dressed impeccably.

After spending so much time together, it was only a matter of time before you realized that the Empress was possessed of vast intellect and knowledge about many different things.

But what strike you most was how funny and mundane she could be, yet, she still had that special something in her eyes that never failed in make you weak. You were a prisoner, indeed. A prisoner of her eyes.

Unlike many extremely powerful beings, Carol was humble enough to listen to your stories, and even encouraged you to tell more details about yourself. She never quite understood, but something about you drew her as if you were a magnet.

The sparkle in your eyes as you spoke about your homeland, friends, or your passion and honor in serving Nova Corp thrilled her. There were many things in you that stirred emotions in her, as well as aroused feelings that she thought she was no longer capable of feeling for a long time.

And so, without realizing it and at the same time fully aware of what was going on beneath her skin, the Empress fell in love with her Prisoner.

--

Winter at Hala marked when your quarters were no longer a cell but a room in Empress's palace. Larger than your home in Xandar, the room was beautifully decorated with art, and you could discern some Xandar artwork. You wonder if it was coincidence.

Despite being as warm as a star, Carol suggested that both of you should trade your walks in the garden for spending time in the library available at the palace. And that's how you began to be the Empress's company during her meals.

It started with lunch and then evolved into dinner and now Carol finds herself waiting for your presence before even touching her plate. ‘I shouldn't allow myself such weakness’, she thought. However, she couldn't bring herself to change or to avoid the need of your company.

--

"I beg your pardon?" You speak, barely able to avoid spilling your soup. The increasingly warm but shy rays of the sun and the many animals strolling in the courtyard tell you that spring is just around the corner. And that's exactly what almost made you spill the soup, in first place.

Carol cleared her throat, promptly speaking again, as if you had not heard her from the first time. “I’d be delighted if you grant me the honor of your company for the Spring Ball due in two weeks.” She looked at you expectantly.

Your mind was swirling as to why she would want you as her company, out of all people. She was the Empress; she could have anyone she wanted by her side. Yet, here she was, asking you to be her date.

The time in Hala flew slower as it did in Xandar, but it felt like the opposite, for the Ball came faster than you thought it be possible.

And here you were, walking down the entrance stairs in a beautiful golden gown with Carol’s arm locked with yours. Her deep green dress was marvelous and when you saw her welcoming you with that pretty smile of hers you thought you could melt.

Much to your dismay, Carol could sing just as she’d told you she could, but you never believed in her. It wasn’t hard for you to realize that you were free falling in love with her even more than you already were. If it was possible, you fell in love again. You’d be her prisoner, forever.

As the night went on, you were mesmerized by the ball, the music, and the way of life in Hala. It felt like a different life, one that very much resembled prince and princess’ tales that you heard when you were a kid.

A life that didn’t quite belong to you but looking into her eyes it made it feel like everything was possible, reachable, as if her power could create a different world. Just as she did. As ruler of the Kree empire, she created a new kingdom.

Standing in the balcony, you welcomed the cold air hitting your skin that was inebriating your senses, previously flooded by the Empress. The stars illuminated the sky of Hala making the city bellow you even prettier.

A soft touch in your hand brings your gaze back to its owner and a small gasp scape your lips when you see how close she is, even more so when you wish she were closer. “I never told you how beautiful you are tonight.” Her voice was barely above a whisper.

“You flatter me, your highness. You’re flawless yourself.” A small smile creeped up her lips and you forced yourself to keep your eyes locked with hers, proven to be a hard task when she started to lean into your ear.

“There is something that I wanted to tell you for a while ago.” Her hands on your waist made it difficult for you to pay attention to her words, along with the feel of her cheek touching your cheeks made your knees weak.

“You’re no longer a prisoner and you can leave Hala if you want to.” Her thumb drew patterns where it touched you and you could feel your skin burning. “You’re free, but I wish you’d stay here.” She backed down and now her eyes were boring into yours.

“I wish you’d stay here with me.” She stressed.

Your heart and head were running thousand miles per hour in completely opposite directions. The rational part of you wanted to take your freedom and go back to Xandar, even though you should find it suspicious that, almost after a year, she’d let you go. Specially after you’d learned so much about Hala. About her.

However, your heart’s been slowly giving itself to this woman right in front of you, and there was nothing that you wanted more than to stay here with her. Surely, you felt left behind by Nova Prime, but it still stings in you that no one came after you. Not even a fellow corpsman.

‘Not one that you know, for that matter.’ You shook your conscience’s voice away and gave in to your heart. The rational part of you broke at the exact same time as did your helmet.

“Carol, I…” You begin but she interrupts you by placing an oh so soft lips on yours and there is no voice to hear anymore. Nor rational, nor emotional. There are only her lips pouring her heart into a kiss and you do just the same.

Right in that moment you felt as if your heart was about to melt, maybe it would, if she hadn’t broken the kiss and rested her forehead in yours.

“Tell me you’ll stay and rule by my side.” Before the true meaning of her words could sink in, the sky of Hala suddenly shone as if thousands of stars appeared right in that moment, drawing the attention of you both.

Not long until you realized that it wasn’t stars, but thousands of spaceships painting the night over your heads, and you’d recognize those ships anywhere. Xandar was here. And a voice that you’d never forget was heard above all noise.

“I am Nova Prime and Xandar declares war to Empress Carol, accused of murdering Nova Corps’ Commander.”

‘Why are they accusing her of murder?’ You thought to yourself. It does not make sense that she’s being accused of killing you when you’re alive. Unless…

“Carol, what did you do?”

#carol danvers #carol danvers x fem!reader #carol danvers x reader #carol danvers x original character #cap marvel x reader #cap marvel x fem!reader #captain marvel x female reader #captain marvel x reader #cap danvers #cap marvel #captain marvel #nova corps #supernova #empress au #request #marvel x reader #marvel imagine #marvel one shot #marvel wlw #wlw love

[monkeymindscream]

Sleep, bedroom, and cooking for Leo and Uno.

(Gonna end up splitting each of these into two parts - general, and Parasite/Host shenanigans)

☾ : Sleep headcanon

Gen: They both slept better when they were younger (in Uno's case, much much younger). Leo because before he was a carefree kid surrounded by a loving family, and now has two extremely traumatic instances under his belt. Specifically, Shredder destroying his home, trying to kill him and his brothers, essentially succeeding in killing his Gram-Gram, and taking his dad(s) hostage, and then pretty much everything to do with the Krang invasion. Leads to a lot of restless nights/unfortunate dreams.

Uno slept better when he had other Krang (primarily his siblings) nearby. Most of a Krang's life is spent operating within either the little sibling groups they form amongst themselves, or with the species at large (depending on what they're doing during any given invasion, of course). Krang developed a quasi-hivemind kind of as a result of this, and can physically feel when another Krang is nearby.

Uno is completely alone in the prison dimension, as canon stands.

Parasite/Host AU: When it all starts out, it's some rough going for Leo for a while here (considering that one of the primary reasons why he's having issues sleeping is now irremovably attached to him).

Uno, on the other hand, is sleeping better than he has in literal years. He tucks into Leo's shell when they sleep, which means he's surrounded by the sounds of blood pumping and the meat that's inside his shell. Given that the Technodrome was basically a giant, fleshy organism that Krang would direct around, it's a setting that Uno finds both familiar and maybe even a little soothing.

(Plus it helps immeasurably to have constant, inarguable proof that another living, breathing creature is so close to him, even if he McFuckin hates that creature at the beginning.)

After things develop and Leo stops registering Uno as a threat, it becomes equally necessary for both of them to have the other within touching distance for them to get much sleep at all.

☮ : Bedroom/house/living quarters headcanon

Gen: Leo's room is surprisingly tidy, generally. If he's been busy or just had his focus somewhere else (or going through a particularly bad depressive episode), the clutter can start to creep up on him, but again. Generally.

Krang didn't really have... rooms. None that personally belonged to individuals, anyway. Everywhere was community space to them, and as such it was the duty of their "community" to keep spaces functional (that is to say, clean). So he's also generally tidy.

Parasite/Host AU: Put the two together and not much changes. So long as there's a clear walkway to all of the important bits in the room, Uno doesn't mind slight mess, and Leo always made a point of making sure of that even at his messiest, so no problems had.

♤ :  Cooking headcanon

Gen: Leo's not a complete disaster. So long as the recipes are simple/from a box, he won't starve.

Krang, on the other hand, don't really need to cook - they can consume most matter raw. So putting this gum in the kitchen and expecting him to create anything palatable would be an extreme error of judgement. At best you're going to be served uncooked noodles with sour cream, at worst you'll be looking at a science experiment that's gained sentience and is now growling at you.

Parasite/Host AU: Put them together and not much fun happens - Leo lets Uno know what earthlings can/can't/want to/don't want to consume, and things proceed apace from there. But that's dull, so here's something for the people who aren't in on the ground floor of this fic's plotting process:

Tidepods? Fucking delicious by Krang standards. Leo, who's slotted to go through some Changes, discovers this by accident. Which is then promptly followed by the very lucky discovery that they're no longer poisonous to him.

#muttering about turtles #parasite/host au #rottmnt #krangcanons

[warmau]

☆ ko-fi request: sci-fi inspired!au intergalactic thief! johnny suh x very confused astronaut! you

when you wake up on what marks the one hundredth day you’ve spent in space mapping out the asteroids that surround the small new planet scientists sent you out to investigate 

you don’t expect to hear a knock on your spaceship

for one, you don’t expect it because you are literally in space. 

how can something - or someone - just knock on your spaceship

but also, you’re groggy and tired 

and so somehow your better judgement goes out the window and you peek to see what is making that sound

your suspicion is some kind of space rubble

but all you see is ............ a person?!?!

you rub your eyes to make sure you aren’t dreaming

this is a solitary mission, no other space shuttles or stations are anywhere in this vicinity 

at least not to you - or nasa’s knowledge

and also

this person...........isn’t wearing an astronauts suit...........they’re just..........floating

you hear the knock again and then watch as the figure floats over from the side panel of your ship to the window where you are standing and smiles

it’s definitely a man

a handsome man

but how in the world is he alive without any oxygen

he points to your side panel, then makes some kind of weird signals with his hands, and you shake your head

you touch the patch on your pajamas, the nasa patch with your name and station number and he seems to snap his fingers

from the belt around his waist he unsnaps a small foldable black device which projects a hologram up and in front of him 

the blue text starts

ah you’re from earth? 

my name is johnny. my ship was destroyed. i was wondering if i could get some supplies from you?

you blink and shake your head

no, if there’s one thing space school didn’t teach you but the movies did, it’s that you don’t let unidentifiable.....persons?.....on your ship when you’re alone in the middle of the galaxy

he seems to heave a sign and the text pops up again

im not interesting in any of your human research. i just need something to eat.

also, if you haven’t guess i have human features so 

some oxygen would be nice too

you swallow - if what he’s projecting is true it’d be against your human ethics to not let him inside

he doesn’t look like he needs oxygen now, but maybe he’s wearing some kind of depletable device?

you sweat it out for a second, but you can’t have someones life on your hands - that would make this already lonely expression - much much worse

so you put up your hand - as if to tell him to wait

you look at your controls and open the small hatch on the side panel that can catch pieces of asteroids or other matter for you to collect and then deliver it to you without you having to actually step out of the space ship

johnny gets the idea and somehow squeezes himself in

and in a moment he’s being spit out onto the floor of your spaceship

and you are frozen in shock because, despite what he might have said about needing oxygen

you don’t see a tank or anything like that 

which means he has to be 

“im not an alien. well im not a full alien.”

he gets up on his feet and dusts himself off

you blink and cant help but get embarrassed, but as a scientist you have to know

“then how can you survive out there with no suit?”

johnny taps the side of his neck, you step back when you see two gill like pores open 

“that’s the half alien part in me, i guess you people on earth know that some fish need oxygen right but can still swim under water? that’s what im like. except - with space.”

you blink 

“can i have a sample of your dna?”

johnny puts a hand over his heat

“what a rude thing to ask! we just met!”

“i just think it’d be a fair exchange,.....i did let you on my government funded space ship.”

“government funded?”

you shake your head, and tell him it’s not important, but then you realize that on that belt of his are other thing attached 

a rucksack of some kind, which looks like it’s full of something round

a pocket knife clipped to his other side and a set of dangling keys

“are those the keys to your ship, how did it get destroyed?”

he looks around and then meets your gaze again

“ah, you could say i have some enemies on saturn.”

you light up

“there is life on saturn?”

he nods, “there’s life everywhere little earthling.”

you scurry past him, digging your observation notebook from the pile of sheets 

you open it and jot down his name, and then ask him - “so how are you part human, is the alien side of you from saturn?”

johnny scoffs - he plucks the notebook from your hand and shakes his head - “im not going to tell you, not at least until you at least give me a snack-”

“hey, im letting you breath my ‘earth oxygen’ so tell me again, about the creatures on saturn-”

johnny start to touch things, switches and paperwork and whatnot, you ask him not to but he just says something about that snack you promised

you get up close

half to stop him from bothering your things and half to take a look at those pores on his neck

and the rest of him too

he has a beautiful, slightly tanned complexion and his eyes are long and highlighted by dark eyelashes

he looks almost cat-like, curls at the ends of his mouth

and when your eyes travel down, just as an observation, you can see a scar that jags down his chest

“how did you get that?”

“all these rude questions! my mom never said they were this rude on earth!”

you clap your hands - “so your mother was the human?! how interesting, and how did she-”

suddenly your ship gets another knock

you narrow your eyes and look at johnny, “is that one of your friends?”

he puts a hand on the rucksack and shakes his head

“no, i don’t think those are my friends.”

“wh-”

a shadow overcasts through the front window and you turn to see the bottom of a large - rocket? no, it’s something larger - something twice the size of the ship you’re in

again, you were not aware of any other stations or scientists in this area

“ah, they always know where i am.”

“sorry - who?”

johnny shakes his head, mutters something about the INTERGALACTIC POLICE FORCE, and you have to pinch yourself 

because he’s joking right

another knock hits your ship, which has been sitting idly for one hundred days, and almost knocks you off your feet

you bump into johnny

and he in turn catches you, but slips backward too

the rucksack on his belt opens and out spills glowing, purple orbs

your eyes widen

“wh-what are those?”

“they’re the jewels from a palace off mars. can you get them, if they break my ass is going to get nailed by my buy-”

“im sorry - the palace? mars? your buyer?”

he huffs, pushing his hand out to grab one of the orbs as they roll toward him

“ill explain later, by the way - can this ship fly?”

“FLY?”

johnny points to the looming shadow - “they’re going to destroy it and both of us if it doesn’t.”

you don’t know how to explain that this is a ship built to be a home, as in sit in one spot and the only flying it does is to get you back to earth

but another knock shakes you and you end up jumping against johnny’s arm

he holds you and gives you a kind of look like - seriously, im not joking.

you rack your brain, and then ask

“so are you a criminal, why are they after you?”

he sighs

“earthling, we can talk about it all later  maybe even flirt a little but one more knock and this little ship is going to go-”

you put a hand up and start working the switchboard, putting in the only other coordinates you know

for earth

you tell johnny to follow you to a special section of the ship and he does so

“where are we going, uranus’s moon? the outskirts of the milkyway?”

you look at him with narrowed eyes

“we’re going to earth.”

he looks down at the orbs in his hand and then at you

“fine, ive always wanted to visit. but are you going to do weird experiments on me with your nasa frien-”

before he can finish, there’s a loud sound and johnny explains that those are the, fire blasters the intergalactic police carries

you groan

what is happening 

but you hear your ship come to life, the red alarm blaring and a crackling voice asking you if you want to initiate emergency return to earth

“yes!”

you look to your side and johnny grins with a thumbs

“and i have a passenger.”

before your ship can get knocked again, it manages to dodge and the coordinates for home are set

you push johnny into a seat and take your place opposite him

“i cant believe im taking an alien home. an alien THIEF no less.”

he holds the rucksack close and shrugs

“at least im handsome though, right?”

#nct scenarios #nct 127 scenarios #johnny scenarios #johnny imagines #johnny au #nct au #nct 127 au #sfw #kofi request #scifi au

[magicalgirlagency]

WIF for Ellie from The Last Of Us Part 2? I'm still salty after the game awards of 2020.

You and the entire world, 'Nonny.

How come such shameless gaslighting has managed to beat Animal Crossing: New Horizons, Doom Eternal and Hades?! Thank goodness No Straight Roads wasn't a GotY nominee, or else I'd have commited a legit felony out of pure rage...

And you know what's even worse? I was actually hoping for Naughty Dog to ressurrect Jak & Daxter, with the wave of remasters and all... but now, after TLoU2? After all I just witnessed? I don't want it anymore. I'm glad that Crash Bandicoot isn't involved with them anymore (he's with Activision/Microsoft now, but still).

I hope Naughty Dog goes bankrupt and closes its doors, just like Midway. Their entire legacy was destroyed by one single game, and they'll have to live with this shame for the rest of their lives.

Anyways, let's get this over with...

Lampyrie, the Incubator of Regret

Physical Form: Feral-like (a firefly creature);

Barrier's Location: Washington, Seattle;

Core: On their tail/lower abdomen;

Appointed Clara Doll: Reiketsu/Coldhearted;

Lampyrie is an Incubator of a rash and hate-filled nature; they carry a heavy weight within their heart, caused by the total loss of their loved ones. They deeply envy the earthlings for living simple but happy lives, and wants to destroy them all out of a desperate desire to make up for their failed attempt of revenge.

Their Barrier is an empty and lifeless wasteland, where the monster isolates themself inside an old hospital, hiding in shame and guilt of their failures.

The Soul Gems are tiny firefly-like nightlights, as a flimsy attempt to make up for their painful feelings of loneliness; the brainwashed victims are trapped in a deep slumber inside mortuary bags, in wooden boats, in a pond below the hospital.

#wondaria's incubator files

[shirophantomvox]

A Night on the Town- Hisoka x Illumi (Hisoillu)

What’s up y’all? Per an anon request, here is a Hisoillu story. Hisoka and Illumi go to dinner at a fancy restaurant to talk about a business contract when a single phrase or word causes them to change the subject. This story will see how they stand on their relationship. Are they only meant to be “friends” or more than? “A night on the town” is a British phrase that simply means someone going to a club or hanging out all night long. Boujee is an abbreviation of the French "bourgeois." A critical term used to describe people, things, and places that are definitively high-class. I am going to try my best to keep this in character. They feel comfortable to joke around each other only. I use places like Earth, Mars, and the US because I assume Yorknew is another name for New York. Yes, I mentioned some Voltron elements too. I love crossovers! Enjoy! Feel free to inbox me. FYI, there’s nothing wrong with eating chicken fingers as an adult. I hate steak and haven’t eaten it in over 15 years. Onto the story!

Rain fell from the sky hard as ever. The sound of the raindrops hitting multiple surfaces sounded like quarters hitting metal. Thunder clapped what seemed like every 60 seconds followed by an alarming amount of lightning. The white and red LED lights lit up the sidewalk in front, casting heavenly shadows on just about everyone that made their way in. “La Lune” is a 5 star restaurant located in the heart of Yorknew City. Tons of celebrities have had dinner there! Madonna, Rihanna, Beyonce, and so many more had taken funny photos with the chef and his wife, creating a memorable moment for everyone involved. Many take the atmosphere of this restaurant as something romantic. The lights were dimmed and the tables were lit by candle light. It seemed like everyone was being serenaded by their lover, except for these two of course. Their occasion was something far from being romantic. Both gentlemen agreed to talk about a mission that would require both of their efforts because if one did not agree, the other would parish. This mission drove them mad. Hisoka lost a few days of sleep just thinking about it!

You see, one of the country’s best space explorers has been running rampant through the streets. These students attended the Galaxy Garrison, a space college and were launched into space. While trying to bring back samples from Kerberos, they were attacked by aliens (known as the Galra), kept in another dimension, and once they returned they began to inflict pain on Earthlings just like how the Galra did to them. These students must have been experimented on because they possessed power that no Nen user could defeat.

Both gentlemen walked to the hostess desk and waited for their attention. Hisoka’s hair was covering part of his eyes. Many people found him attractive; so attractive that people would nudge him on the arm and mimic a “call me” motion with their fingers. What was it about him that people would just swoon over? Illumi stood behind Hisoka with his hands in his pants pocket, impatiently waiting to be seated. You can’t discuss aliens and brats on an empty stomach.

“How may I help you?’” The hostess smiled big as she cupped her hands waiting for his response. Her teeth were pearly white, almost appearing to be fake. But one thing was off about this woman. She stared mighty hard at his face and continued to smile. She seemed robotic. A smile appeared on his face as well; he swore she was undressing him with her eyes.

“Reservation for Gittarackur~♠?” Hisoka nearly said Illumi’s name instead.

“Right this way.”

She led them through a series of staircases and made her way to the rooftop. This building wasn’t too tall, but it was high enough. The roof was decorated with red table umbrellas, glass tables, candles, and hanging LED lights.

This is a little too romantic, Illumi. What gives?

She handed them the menu and walked away. Illumi looked to his right and left to ensure no one was close enough to hear what he was going to say. But before he could say anything, Hisoka opened his mouth and began to make unnecessary comments that got under Illumi’s skin.

“You tend to pick the restaurants with a noticeable romantic atmosphere. Care to tell~♥.?”

Illumi pressed his lips together.

“I do not pay attention to the atmosphere. I pay attention to good ratings and decent prices.”

“Oh! So, you’re a cheap date~♠!”

“This isn’t a date, Hisoka. We are talking about a mission that if it gets out of control, the whole human race will cease to exist as we know it.”

A waitress came over, introduced herself, and offered them a bottle of wine.

Did you plan this, Illumi?

Of course they accepted! Rosé was Hisoka’s go-to. The wine mellowed him out, made him more relaxed and bearable. He placed his thin fingers and sharp nails around the wide-mouth glass and sipped his drink. He smiled as Illumi disclosed more details of the mission.

“What are you saying, Illumi? I’m afraid I do not understand~♠.”

“Listen carefully. These groups of young adults have been experimented on by the Galra. Since their return, they've been stealing, beating, and even killing innocent people. Their excuse for this is by saying that “those people were bad people” based on rumors they’ve heard. They’re a menace to society, not to mention extremely dangerous. For the first time in 22 years, I’m a little worried.”

The waitress came back to take their order. Hisoka had never tried a streak before, so that is what he ordered. Illumi, the picky eater on the other hand, ordered an adult size of chicken fingers and fries. Hisoka gave him the shittiest look of the century. He placed his large hand over his face as he humiliatingly closed his eyes. Illumi squinted trying to ignore Hisoka’s stupid reactions.

“What’s the matter?”

“You embarrass me, Illumi~♠.”

“How?! What did I do?”

“We’re at a nice, romantic restaurant and all you order is chicken fingers, fries, and ranch?! Ma’am could you give us a moment~♠?”

“Absolutely.” Poor girl. Why did she have to witness that?

“What’s your problem, Hisoka?”

“You could have at least ordered the steak, salad, or both! Look around you! You’re going to be the laughing stock of this town! Try strawberry vinaigrette~♠!”

“Well, excuse me, Mr. Boujee! Chicken fingers are delicious and anyone can order them! Why would I order salad when I have lettuce at home?”

“Because it’s good for you~♠!”

“Salad doesn’t fill me up and neither does strawberry vinaigrette!”

They began to talk about the mission again. Illumi hid his fear behind his resting bitch face, but he didn’t know if he truly wanted to go through with this mission or not.

“I’m feeling cautious.”

“What for? I’m sure you can handle it~♣.”

“I can’t. I don't even think my grandfather can beat them.”

“Why so?” Hisoka drank from his glass again. Illumi did not disclose much info because he knew how Hisoka becomes when he’s tipsy. He begins to laugh and talk too much.

“They have an ability that can wipe out a Nen user within seconds.”

“Oh~♥?”

“Yes. They can disappear in the blink of an eye, they have this purple electricity shooting from their hands, and these specific men I see with gray masks that remind me of a plague doctor. They have no faces and they’re purple. Once that electricity hits you, it’s game over. They have the ability to determine if it's fatal or not.”

“Ouch. What’s the plan~♣?”

“Someone that I used to know will infiltrate the base that they’re hiding in. It will be difficult because they guard it but that is when my needles will come in handy.”

“But you didn’t have to cut me off…~♣” Hisoka sang.

“What? What was that, that you did just then?” Illumi was serious. This was no time to be joking around.

“What? I just finished what you started~♣.”

“What did I start?”

“You said ‘someone that I used to know’ and I responded ‘but you didn’t have to cut me off’. Don’t tell me you’re not aware of that song~♣.”

Hisoka smiled something softer than usual and laughed at Illumi’s clueless look. This was something he adored about him; the carelessness made him laugh so hard that he forgot about his troubles...if he had any.

“I understand why you brought me here to talk about stopping the Galra, but let’s enjoy this moment. Just you and I~♥.”

“Why? They are dangerous. They could be planning on destroying us as we speak.”

“You worry too much. Besides, everyone knows of your talent and even if they seem more powerful, I’m sure they’re keeping their distance from you.”

“I thought you’d be overjoyed at this opportunity. You can finally put those chrome cards to play.”

“Who said I wasn’t? I am but I’ve learned to hide my arousal rather well~♥.”

“You didn’t hide it well just a few seconds ago.”

“Touché’. But I was not talking about fighting then, I was talking about you~♥.”

“Hmm.” Illumi didn’t know what to say but one thing is for sure. Many, many feelings and thoughts clouded his mind and body but he didn’t know how to respond to them. He has known Hisoka for some time now and he knew of his ways; if he would just tell him how he felt, he might be surprised by his reaction. Hisoka has flirted and with him several times but for some reason he felt like if he responded he may not get a desired response.

Hisoka began to chuckle, more of a tipsy chuckle. He couldn’t hold back his laughter as he noticed how Illumi’s attitude began to change. Illumi immediately placed his wine glass on the table and squinted in confusion.

“What’s so funny, now?” He sounded a bit irritated but deep inside he was happy he asked.

“You’re blushing~♥.”

“What?”

Damn.

Was it that noticeable?

Sure was.

“I’m good! I never thought that I could make the oldest son of the Zoldyck family blush from my passes. That’s an achievement for me. So tell me Illu, do you dream about me too~♥?”

“Be quiet, would you?”

The magician couldn’t help but to release a hearty laugh so loud that people began to glance in their direction. Illumi frowned and crouched low towards the table.

“Stop it. People are staring.”

“What? I love it when people stare. That means I look good~♥.”

Hisoka continued to laugh. To add to Illumi’s social demise, he stood up from his chair, took a photo on his phone and captioned it: “Best date ever♦”.

“Don’t send that!”

“Oops. Sorry not sorry,” Hisoka gloated covering his mouth. “Guess you’ll have to catch me~♥.”

He continued to laugh but his laughter slowly began to come to a halt and wired down. Now he laid his head on the table, slightly drooling. Illumi decided that he had enough excitement for the night, so he threw three pins in his right leg, which was conveniently under the table. Hisoka had hinted earlier that he would be fine if Illumi ever made that decision. Following behind him for his entire life would be to die for. Illumi smiled as he looked at the man before him, finally silent.

“This might actually work,” he whispered to himself.

The moonlight casted a shadow on him as he admired the star on the sleeping magician’s face.

#hisoillu #hisoka x illumi #hisoka morrow #illumi zoldyck #hunter x reader #hunter x meme #hunter x hunter #hunter x 2011 #hunter x 1999 #date night #anime #hisoka #illumi #hxh #chrollo #feitan #somebody that i used to know #but you didn't have to cut me off #tiktok #my writing #fancy #romantic #fluff #hxh illumi #illumi x reader #illumi x y/n #hisoka fluff #hisoka hunter x hunter #hisoka morrow x reader #chicken fingers

[saiyanwhore]

Arranged (Vegeta X Reader)

Chapter Eleven // Life On Earth

After giving birth, you made it your mission to give Daio a good life. You knew it would already be tough for him, not having a father figure and all.

You had taught Daio everything he knew. You built a small cottage in the middle of the forest, far away from suburban and city life.  You hunted for your and Daio's meals. You took Daio under your wing and taught him survival skills.

He was strong and as stubborn as ever. He had quite a little personality. It reminded you much of his father.

You told him stories of Planet Vegeta. Of his father, the Prince. You told him all about the truth. About Frieza, the space pod, him being born the moment you arrived. Everything. You didn't want to shelter your child, but also Earthlings confused you profusely. Even now that you've lived on Earth for over a decade, humans were odd. You tried to keep Daio away from the city, knowing that he would be confused seeing you confused. It was hard for Daio at first, but he was smart and strong willed. He came to understand everything.

As for appearance, he was almost a carbon copy of Vegeta. He had the dark eyes and everything. Even so, his power level was greater than his father's at this age. Daio was thirteen and always shocked you with his power. He would have made an amazing warrior.

And as of now, he was out searching for dinner.

"Hello mom." He entered the house, veggies in his hands. "You'll never believe what I found."

"What!?" You gasped as you looked at him, a smirk upon his face.

"I found a boy while I was out looking for dinner. He told me his name was Gohan." He grabbed your hand and dragged you out the door, pointing to a little boy standing in your yard.

The poor boy looked terrified. "Look, he has a tail!" Daio announced turning to Gohan and pointing to his tail.

"Daio! You can't be going around stealing children! I'm sure his family is worried sick." You grabbed your son by the ear and pulled him away from Gohan.

The little boy shrunk down against a tree, visibly shaking.

"Now, Gohan. Do you know how to get home from here?" You crouched down to be level with the boy.

He shook his head no as tears started streaming down his face.

"Hey, sweetheart it's okay. We'll find your family. Do you know your parents' names?"

"Uh huh." He sniffled. "Chi-Chi is mommy. Goku is daddy."

Goku. That name sounded awfully familiar.

You giggled as you picked him up.

"Okay Gohan. We'll get you home."

You started flying and looked over at your son. "Now you. I expect you to give me some sort of direction as to where you found him! I'm sure his house is nearby."

Daio rolled his eyes, knowing that was a risky game to play with you.

"Fine." He mumbled.

He took the lead as you followed close behind, being sure to make sure Gohan felt safe.

"How old are you Gohan?" You asked the little boy.

"Four."

Jeez. A little young to be out in the woods by himself.

You traveled maybe five minutes before Daio led you to the ground. His arms crossed as he looked over to you. "Here."

"Drop the attitude." You growled. "Otherwise no training for a week."

His arms immediately dropped to his side. "Yes ma'am."

"GOHAN! GOHAN!"

"Daddy! I'm here!" Gohan jumped up and down as you watched his father lower himself to the ground. He was riding a big, orange cloud.

"Hey kiddo! Where have you been? Your mother almost had my head!" Goku exclaimed, picking Gohan up and ruffling his hair.

"I was lost." Gohan frowned. "But this nice lady helped me!"

Goku looked at you.

Oh my gosh! He's the one who helped me when I landed here!

"Jeez! Thanks." Goku sighed in relief. "Hey! Aren't you the lady who gave birth to that-"

Goku looked over at Daio and gasped. "Wow! Not a baby anymore!"

He giggled as he scratched the back of his head. "What's your name?"

"Daio." He grumbled, crossing his arms and looking off to the side.

"Wow! Talk about a bad attitude!"

"Well, if you met his father you wouldn't be surprised." You pulled your son into a tight hug.

"You've got quite the power level for a kid your age." Goku exclaimed. "Who's been training you?"

"I have, actually." You blushed, looking down at the ground. "Back on our home planet I was the strongest female saiyan."

"Well hey! Maybe I can show you two some techniques from here on Earth sometime."

"Yeah for sure!" You smiled.

"Speaking of which...what's your name again?"

"Y/N."

"Okay Y/N. I have some questions for you. Maybe we could head back to my place and while the boys play, we can talk."

"I'm not playing with a four year old." Daio scrunched his nose and looked over at you.

"Yes you are." You grabbed his collar and dragged him over near Goku. "And yes Goku, we will talk." 

"Let's go!" Goku placed Gohan next to him and they took off, you and Daio following close behind.

Once you landed, Goku sent the boys inside and took you aside to talk to you.

"So, we had an encounter with a Saiyan not too long ago. He told us planet Vegeta was destroyed. His name was Raditz. We just barely beat him. He told us a year from now, two more Saiyans would be arriving. They're working under someone named Frieza. I need to know something..."

Your heart stopped.

Raditz.

Frieza.

Two more Saiyans.

Tears started escaping your eyes and before Goku could ask his question, you fell into his chest and sobbed.

"Woah, woah! It's okay, Y/N!" Goku hugged you tightly.

"My son's father...he's probably dead. I can't imagine Frieza allowed him to stay alive." You cried.

"Hey, look. That's why I want your help!" Goku started. "I need to know what you know about Frieza and these Saiyans coming. You'll know their combat strategies and maybe even their techniques! You can help us fight them. And I can train you and Daio while Gohan goes to train with our friend Piccolo."

You softly smiled at the goofy man in front of you. "Yeah. I'll give you any info you need Goku. And I'm sure Daio will enjoy a change of pace while learning with you."

"Great!! So we'll start tomorrow!"

#vegeta #dbz #dragonballz #prince vegeta #dbz vegeta #vegeta fanfiction #vegeta x reader #arrangedvegetaxreader

[ohwaitimthewriter]

Ner naak (My peace)

Pairing : Din Djarin x earthling!reader

Warnings : none but cuteness. 

Summarize : Din Djarin meets you, an earthling, who has no idea of the existence of an outer space.

Words count : 1935

A/n : Here we are! Enjoy your reading! 

Masterlist. // Ner naak Masterlist. 

You didn't know why you had convinced yourself that leaving the child in the care of a dog was actually a good idea. And when the front door opened on your dog, sitting with his tail wagging frantically against the ground and his face painted with black marker, you bit your lip with regret. Because it was not the only thing to regret. 

As soon as you looked up, you noticed the child taking small, resolute steps towards the living room patio door, proudly brandishing the marker that he had probably found in a drawer of your desk. 

And if Lucky Luke was shooting faster than his shadow, you had been at least as quick to catch the child on the run before he smeared your window in black. Reassured that you had saved the window, you turned to Mando, who had taken the time to get a grip on the state of your living room. 

"I should've known better. " he sighed. "I'm really sorry." 

His voice was filled with sincerity and after looking around the room, a slight sensation of panic fluttered in your chest. You suddenly wondered how such a small being could turn your living room upside down all by himself. The cushions of the sofa, including those of the seat, had all landed in a corner of the room, forming a kind of wobbly hut. You could imagine that your dog must have taken some pleasure in destroying a cushion because of the foam on the floor and your wall separating the living room from the kitchen looked like a Picasso painting.

You observed the child in your arms naively enjoying drawing on his little hand with the marker. You wanted to get angry at him and at your dog, who had understood the moment you saw the foam, that he too hadn't been very good. But seeing so much innocence quickly soothed you. You let a sigh escape from your mouth and put the child down on the ground, taking the marker from his hands at the same time. 

"It doesn't matter, I've been putting off cleaning this room for a while anyway. "You said to comfort Mando, who didn't seem to know where to stand anymore. 

"I'll help you. " He replied hastily.

In your shoes, Din would have been furious, he had even seen a glimmer of anger in your eyes, but you had smothered it with a flutter of lashes. And unlike being angry at him, you had smiled kindly to thank him for his help. Din didn't realize it at first, but he had tilted his head slightly to the side to observe you carefully. He was trying to understand where you got that serenity, that composure you always let appear. A calm attitude that was always welcoming, and Din even dared to think, restful and comforting.

Comforting.

It had been a long time since Din had felt his heartbeat so peaceful. No rush. That steady and constant "boom-boom-boom" was almost foreign to him, but it felt good. Din realized that his muscles no longer hurt and his back and legs were not so stiff. He hadn't slept much that first night, but the little he had allowed himself in this strange environment had been more than restful. Din could not even remember the last time he had slept so well. 

And it had simply been enough for him to see you control your nerves perfectly to make it all come true. 

"We'll take care of it tonight," you said. "First, the ship, I've got to get some tools and..."

"The Crest can wait." Mando cut you off.

Mando had suddenly gotten your undivided attention. A wave of confusion made you open your mouth to say something that didn't seem to find its way up to there. 

" B-but..." 

" The Crest can wait. " Mando said again. 

And he took an interest in the pile of cushions, grabbing one of the seats and meticulously returning it to its original position. 

You didn't understand Mando's motives, even Din didn't understand them. He simply felt the need... to slow down. He'd followed you this far with the idea of repairing the ship as quickly as possible. Within two days he had guessed with one glance that your thoughts were all about the ship and how you could fix it, and so far Din hadn't had a problem with that. But something, beyond the feeling of gratitude, beyond the feeling of guilt he felt after his son had turned your living room upside down, something, a thought, no, a hunch, a bud of an idea, had occurred to him that he wanted to drag things out a little.

Din didn't know you that well. Let's be clear, you were both nearly strangers who had only spent the equivalent of 24 hours together. Even so, he had no doubt you were capable of restoring the Crest's old youth. And it was because of that. Din had quickly done the math; once the necessary pieces would be gathered, it would probably only take you a week to two or three more days to finish what you intended to do. And to him, a week was short. Too short. 

He couldn't really explain it. It was a feeling he'd only experienced once before, a long time ago, on Sorgan. This feeling of wanting to stay, of wanting to put off leaving. And he hadn't fully been able to understand the essence of this feeling, or even how to cope with it or how to control it. All he knew now was that this emotion stirred his heartbeat every time he thought of leaving this planet soon. 

So, the Crest could wait a little longer.

You were still a little confused about Mando's decision. You were watching him put the cushions back one by one on your couch when a slight warmth crept up to the center of your chest to embrace your heart. 

Din didn't immediately notice the rather shy smile that had been slowly forming on your face. But when he saw it, you were already on your way to your kitchen, probably to get something to clean the wall. 

And there was something special about that smile. It wasn't like usual, it didn't come out of any kind of goodwill, it was deeper than that. Din felt it like that and he lingered on it a little longer, he wanted to remember that smile.

Cleaning the wall was no easy task. Mando had even joined you to help, but the marker had probably already won the battle. After more than half an hour of trying to get rid of the nonsensical drawings that the child had drawn, you threw in the towel. In both meanings of the word. 

"You don't have to." You said, "I'd have to use bleach, and I don't know if you've ever seen the effects of bleach, but it's not pretty." 

Mando looked at you, probably wondering what bleach was, when you heard the squeak of a felt pen on a surface where a felt pen should not be. And suddenly, even though you couldn't see Mando's eyes, you knew he had the same expression on his face as you did at that moment. That expression specific to adults being in contact with children that said, "oh no."

And after a second of common hesitation, you both lowered your eyes to the child, sitting next to his father's outstretched leg, trying his hardest to draw on Mando thigh's beskar.

The child was so focused on his drawing that he was literally crushing the tip of the marker against the iron. Mando was like... frozen. He watched his son carefully scribble on the beskar. You wondered why Mando didn't react until you tilted your head to the side a little more to see what he was drawing. 

Children had a gift for finding their way into your heart. Well, yours started to melt. On the beskar, you could make out three characters, Mando, Banjo and the little one sitting on his back. It certainly wasn't high art, the features weren't straight and went over the edge, but you were sure of what you had seen. And then he seemed to think for a moment. What was he thinking about? It was a big question, but he ended up adding to his mini painting a star in the grey sky of the beskar.

The child then looked at his father and cooed softly. Mando seemed to regain consciousness and sighed. 

" You' re getting dangerous with this." he said as he took the marker from him. 

"He's a creative one." You said with a smile. 

" Uh, what about the bleach you were talking about?" 

"Believe me, it won't help." 

"Really?"

" We can always add paint?" You said. 

"It's always better than this." He said. 

"You're a terrible liar, you know that?" You giggled. 

"Uh, I'm not lying... am I?" He sighed. 

You raised an eyebrow, not buying a word. You stood up, giving up the idea of ever getting back a clean wall without graffiti. 

"Dare to tell me you don't feel anything special for this." You said "If you weren't his father, maybe I'd believe you, but fathers are all the same." 

Mando turned his eyes to his son. He waddled over to Banjo, who was lying by the couch. 

"Maybe." he said. "That's, uh, pretty new to me." 

"New?" you asked. 

Mando was still sitting against the wall when he looked at you again. 

"What was your father like?" He said. 

"My father?" 

Din was observing you thinking. He could see in your eyes memories of which he didn't have the keys to decipher, and he was surprised to think about who his father was as well. He didn't have many memories. He had been too young to really remember. But Din wanted to know. What was your father like? What was his father like? Because if you were right, maybe he'd find out how to be a father.

"He was a patient and strong person. He didn't show his feelings much because of that." You said. "I blamed him a lot for that, actually." You went on. "but I realized later on that he was actually showing me his emotions through his actions. I mean, for example, through mechanics." You started. "My father was a pilot in the Air Force, but what interested him most was the mechanics, what was going on inside the belly of the plane, you know?" And you looked for some kind of validation from Mando who nodded gently, enthralled by your story. "And all these years, he taught me mechanics. He taught me how to take a car to pieces and rebuild it with my eyes closed." You said. "And you know, you don't take the time to share something you're passionate about with someone you don't love." You added. "And that's how I knew who my father really was, by his actions." You said. "So, I think if you really didn't want to have that drawing on your armor, you wouldn't have let him do it."

You smiled softly at him while Din thought long and hard about your words. It was something he needed to ponder. 

Din watched you go back into the kitchen with the towel and the bowl, before he looked at the child. He had joined the dog, sat down against his belly and played gently with the long hair of the animal. And Din wondered, did his actions with the child make him a father?

#the mandalorian #the mandalorian imagine #the mandalorian x reader #mando x reader #mando #din djarin #din djarin x reader #din djarin imagine #mandalorian #star wars #the mandalorian x earthling #ner naak series

[xmalereader]

Kylo Ren X Modern! Male Reader

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Summary: Reader lives on earth and is force senstive. Kylo Ren lives far away from earth and doesn’t know how to get there, the two communicate through a force bond and get to know each other.

Warning: Fluff, singing, light sabers, Pets, history learning.

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“What’s it like?”

“What’s what like?

“The galaxy?”

“It’s a large place to rule.”

The other snorts and rolls his eyes. He was laying on the grass with his back to it, staring up at the clouds with a small smile while Kylo Ren sat next to him. Now he wasn’t exactly there In person, he was mainly in his head but he could see him. Ever since he was a child he had this strange ability that he had kept hidden from his parents he didn’t want them to freak out and send him away to some strange place, so as he grew and matured he find out ways to keep it in control on his own.

During those years he started hearing a voice, suddenly calling out to him. It didn’t take him long to notice Kylo the first few couple of times that he visited, the two grew fond of each other and spoke everyday whenever y/n was Available. He would sometimes go outside, far away from home and lay on a grassy field as he spoke to Kylo, he didn’t want his parents to think that he was talking to hismelf in a weird manner if he were to do it at home. So instead he did it far away in an open field where he could see someone coming to him.

The two learned about each other’s history and how Kylo Ren wasn’t anywhere located on earth, instead he lived far away into space. Galaxies and galaxies away from earth where no other human being could reach. Kylo also learned about y/n’s world and how cruel it was but also how beautiful it was at the right moments.

“Come on, give me details!” Y/n sat up and sits cross legged in front of Kylo, smiling widely. Kylo would stare at his expression and sigh, adjusting his own sitting position as he began to explain the galaxy to y/n.

“Like I said it’s big, bigger than anyone can imagine.” He began to say as y/n bites his lip and listens. “How far have earthlings gone into space?” He suddenly asks as y/n sighs. “The farthest that we’ve gotten would be up to mars but nothing else from there.” He shrugs.

Kylo hums. “The galaxy is bigger than what your people know, I’ve been to several plants and there are many life forms too. Different kinds of species live in different planets and they each have their own purpose. There are some plants that are just peaceful and others dangerous; some are full of rich and snotty people while other contain the poor.”

Y/n at frowns at that, it all sounded unfair to him. How each planet was titled that way but it also brought him curiosity of wanting to learn more. “Is there one full of green trees and grass?” He mumbled shyly as he curls his legs up to his chest and smiled as Kylo chuckled and nods. “There is, but the most beautiful one would have to be Naboo.”

“Naboo?” Y/n tilts his head to the side and laughs. “Screw that I want to go see that planet full of green life form!!” He says and laughs out loudly. Kylo shakes his head as he watched the others excitement, “Maybe one day we can go. That’s if I’ll ever be able to locate your planet.” His smile slowly falls. “Wherever you are, I’ll find you and take you away from this place.”

Y/n grins at him. “You make it sound like your my knight in shinning armor.” He teases and reached up to poke at kylos cheek with his index finger. A childish manner that he still contained. Even though Kylo wasn’t there physically they still had the ability to touch for short periods of time which he sometimes enjoyed.

“Y/n!”

The two turn around to see y/n’s mother approaching him, a glare on her face as the other male groans and stands up. “What is it this time?” He asks as he dusts off the dead dry grass that stuck to his pants, Kylo stood next to him as he examined his bonds mother.

“Titus won’t stop screaming and your father and I are leaving, we don’t want him to be alone and cause havoc.” She says.

Titus was y/n’s Fox, he rescued him from a fire and took care of him until he healed up. He tried to relase him back into the wild but Titus refused and stayed next to y/n’s side causing him to move out into the country side where Titus could roam freely. He wasn’t exactly a pet but a roommate.

“Thanks mom, hope you and dad drive back home safe.” Y/n had given his mother a kiss on the head as he escorts her towards the car. His father waiting for his wife and son.

Y/n got along well with his mother but him and his father had some issues. When he first came out to his parents he had his mother’s full support but of course his father loathed him, he’s forced him into dating women before but y/n always refused the dates causing a huge fight to break off between the two. Their was shouting and hitting which caused y/n to move out in an early age, he lived with his friends parents for a short period of time until he finally found a place of his own and moved away from the city.

He was happy now, and having this new ability that Kylo called “the force” only brought him closer to happiness. With Kylo around he laughs able to learn so many new things that not many people knew.

“Dad.” Y/n says softly as he gets a small nod and huff in return before his father gets inside the car. Slamming the door shut as his mother frowns at her own husband. Y/n was used to this treatment so it didn’t affect him at all.

“Nice family.” He hears Kylo say.

“Not really.” The other responds back and makes his way inside the house to see Titus sitting on the couch, licking his muzzle as he looks out the window. “Hello little one.” He cooed out and gently pats his head and turns to the kitchen to see a huge mess. “I’m guessing that you caused this mess to drive my parents away, huh?” He questions.

The Adult fox lets out a small squeak, answering his question as y/n laughs and began to clean up the mess. He noticed that Kylo had disappeared which meant that he had cut off their force timing together which gave y/n some alone time to clean his own mess and blast some music. Mouthing the words to the songs he sweeps up the kitchen and counters, making sure that everything was inside a trash bag and thrown out immediately before Titus would dig through it and cause another mess.

Washing his hands he grabs a dry rag to dry them off. He sighs deeply and checks the time, Y/n usually worked during during the mornings but since his parents were visiting he had to change his timing and come in at a later time. “Okay Titus, I’m going out so don’t cause any trouble and please stay out of the kitchen.” He tells the fox and bends down to scratch it under its chin. It purrs softly and nuzzled his hand which amused him a little since Titus usually avoided afffection.

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“Tell me more about earth.”

He suddenly hears kylo say as he stands behind him, y/n was working a late night shift at work. He was working at a bar and usually worked as a bartender but since it was the last night shift he was in charge of counting up the bottles of alcohol and making sure that they have enough for the next day.

“You really like scaring me don’t you?” He raised a brow and laughs.

Kylo leans agaisnt the wall as he watched y/n wpork, “Maybe.”

He held a clipboard and wrote down the different bottles that they had left. “What do you want know about earth? There isnt much about it.” He answers back and sighs, glancing over to kylo as he thinks of a topic or a question about y/n’s kind. “Your people, what are they like?”

“That depends really.” Y/n bends down to move some things around. “Everyone is different here, some are mean other are happy while some wish the world would just burn and get it over with.”

“I can do that—“

“You aren’t blowing it up.” Y/n glares at him while kylo smirked at him evilly which only caused y/n to chuckle a little. He’s learned a thing or two about the first order and what they do. He didnt like the idea of Kylo blowing up planets full of innocent people and proving a point that he was powerful than others. He remembers telling kylo that what he was doing wasn’t right but yet again, it wasn’t his problem. This is how Kylo’s world worked and he had his own to worry about.

“Earth has done nothing do you and your people Kylo so if I notice you try and blow up this planet then I wont hesitate to kill you myself.” He half joked out before standing up from his postion.

“anything else you want to know?”

“No, I think I’m fine for now.” Said kylo, he reached out to gently brush his fingers against y/n’s cheek. Smiling a little as he speaks, “I can’t destroy it if you’re still on it.” He whispered out as y/n blushed deeply and looks away. “Cheesy.” He mumbled out and chuckled, once kylo removed his hand from his cheek and lowered it back down.

“You and I have a bond y/n, the force brought me to you...I still don’t know why.” He finally says. Y/n’s lips press together into a thin line as he looks down a little, “I wish I knew too.”

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“You can’t do that!!”

“Why not?”

The two force users were dueling, kylo had given y/n his own light saber awhile back during their first few times together. Y/n has practice to use it on his own, learning a few tricks here and there. Every time they practice it felt like kylo was actually here, he could feel their sabers clash against each other, feeling the force vibrate between the two as they fought. Right now y/n was winning the duel, smirking at kylo.

When the two were fighting he managed to brush his hand against Kylo’s whiched caused him to lose concentration and get pinned down by y/n. Kylo didn’t hate y/n’s touch he just couldn’t function well whenever they other made physical contact, which caused him to get angry. Y/n wasnt afraid of Kylo’s anger anymore since he’s gotten used to it, he actually found it adorable each time he got anger.

“you make me lose focus!!”

“okay?”

Kylo growls and charged towards y/n, swinging his saber as y/n used his own to block it. Grunting as he steps forward to back him up, he could feel kylo adding more strength into his hold which causes y/n to panic, darting his eyes around he looks down at Kylo’s legs and reacts quickly. He gave a harsh shove and crouched down to swing his leg on Kylo’s, causing him to fall back and grunt in pain.

“Oh god.” Y/n mumbled out and turns off his saber as he approached Kylo. “Kylo? Are you okay? I’m sorry I didnt mean to do that, you just suddenly acted and I just did what my instincts were suddenly telling me and I—“

Kylo sits up and rubs the back of his head, he landed pretty hard on his back but his head had also made contact with the ground. But it wasnt bad enough to knock him out. He was impressed by the others tactics, usually he would fight with his saber since it made him stronger but of course y/n was different. He was stilll learning on how to use his own saber and the only way to defend himself is by using the rest of hsi body parts, just like he did with kylo. He had swung his leg hard enough to knock down kylo, maybe bruising him a little.

“Its fine.” Kylo suddenly blurts out as y/n stares at him in shock. The last time he was this nice was around the first few days they met but after that he went back to his cold self which y/n was okay with. “You sure?” He asks again and tries to help him up. Kylo reached up to take y/n’s hand but gasps as it suddenly went through, heh looks up to see y/n with wide eyes. Usually they are able to touch but somehow it wasn’t allowing them now.

“Y/n?”

Y/n looks at kylo and bites his lip. “What’s happening?” He suddenly asks.

Kylo reaches out again to try and grab him again bit fails too, his eyes widen as he noticed y/n slowly fading away from him. “Y/n!” He shouts, “Kylo!” He hears y/n and watches him disappear. Kylo pants heavily as he tries to connect back to him but doesn’t feel anything, he can’t feel y/n’s force not anymore.

Rage suddenly fills kylo as he throws his saber agaisnt the training room wall, storming out he passes by several stormtroopers and generals until he reaches the bridge. “I need a course to earth, now!” He shouts at the others and sees Hux approaching him. “Ren, earth is not in our system. Its not found anywhere.”

Kylo stands in front of Hux and hissed out. “Find us a way to get there.” His once was full of venom as he storms out of the bridge. “I want a report back on earth.” He adds once he leaves.

—

Y/n couldn’t feel kylo anymore, he was panicking and was trying hard not to break down. He clips his saber back onto his belt and begins to head back home, maybe he can try and mediate like Kylo taught him, try and relax. He nods to hismelf at the reminder, entering his home he sets the saber on the couch and sits in the middle of the living room, sitting Indian style as he tries to concentrate. He closes his eyes and lets out a deep breath that he was suddenly holding in. He’s trying to reach Kylo but nothing seems to appear which causes panic to rise in y/n.

His eyes snap open as he pants and slowly stands up. “Why can’t I reach you?” He whispered out and turns to Titus who was able to sense his emotions, walking over to him as he cuddled up his side. Y/n wraps his arms around the fox and gently ran its fingers through his fur as he tries to keep himself calm. “It’ll be okay, he’s gonna come back right?” He questions hismelf and pulls away from the animal in front of him.

He stares at the animal for a few seconds, hoping to get a response but of course he got nothing in return. Biting his lip nervously he leans his head against Titus forehead and breaths softly. “Kylo...” he whispered out in hopes of him hearing.

“Y/n—“

A familiar faint voice was heard as y/n gasps and looks up. “Kylo?” He says again and looks around his room. Not spotting Kylo anywhere. “Kylo?” He Said again and began to circle around the room in panic, he couldn’t hear him anymore and he was scared.

“KYLO!!”

He feels a sudden like feather touch against his hand, gasping he pulls his hand away from whatever was touching him and looks around. He grips his hand close and feels the earth moving, was their an earthquake?!

Y/n stands back on his feet and looks out the window, expecting to see the trees shaking and the sky becoming cloudy but he doesn’t see any of that, instead he sees a large ship landing close to his house. He steps away from the window and quickly grabs his own lightsaber, he makes sure that Titus was inside before he steps out into his balcony. “Stay inside.” He instructs the creature as he hears it growl behind him. Titus was growling at the stranger that was approaching them, Y/n glanced over to Titus before turning his gaze back to the ship to see a dark figure approaching them.

Without thinking y/n turns on his light saber, glaring at the man that was approaching them. He felt something dark in the stranger but also light at the same time. As he moves closer towards the field he squints his eyes to try and get a better look.

Y/n grips the light saber closer, his eyes widen as he sees Kylo approaching him. He didnt know how to react or what to do so instead he stared at him, gaped that he was seeing him in the flesh. He didnt know if he was dreaming or not. “Kylo, is this real? Are you really here?” He whispers and turns off his saber.

Kylo was standing in front of Y/n, he looked a little taller everytime they used the force to connect but now that he was here in person he noticed that he was actually a bit shorter than he expected. Hearing y/n ask that question he frowns, “Of course I’m here.” He reached out to take his hand into his letting him feel his hand as y/n takes it all in. Y/n holds Kylo’s hand and shakes his head, “I thought you couldn’t locate earth?”

“I forced my people to search for you—once our connection broke I panicked.” he admits and looks away from y/n. “I did too.” He hears Y/n say with a small sad smile. Kylo couldn’t help but chuckle as he pulls y/n into a hug who quickly wraps his arms around him. The two remained hugging for a while, taking in everything.

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