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cc--2224 · 8 days

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Asking For Help

Pairing: Platonic Tech & F!Reader

Summary: You decide to stay in bed to deal with the pain you're experiencing. The Batch notices and sends Tech to check on you.

Warnings: Reader kind of described as AFAB as fic deals with period pain. But other than that, pure fluff! It can 100% be platonic.

Word Count: 918

Notes: Does the Bad Batch understand anatomy? Probably. Was it more fun to make them panic? Absolutely. I mostly wrote this for me as I took the day off work for this exact reason 😂 no real proofreading.

Taglist: None, let me know if you'd like to be added!

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The Marauder's cockpit seemed weirdly empty without you, and everyone noticed your absence. You hadn't been with Clone Force 99 for very long, but when you spend all your time with the same people for four months, they start to worry when you're not being as social as you normally would.

"Where is she?" Hunter finally asked, looking at the empty seat you normally occupied.

Wrecker shrugged, "I tried calling her this morning for breakfast but she didn't leave her room."

"Is it not obvious?" Tech asked, eyes not leaving his datapad. "She exhibits this behaviour roughly around the same time each month."

He thought he was giving everyone the answer, but their confused faces told him that he wasn't.

"She is mostly likely menstruating."

"In Common, Tech." Wrecker said.

Crosshair rolled his eyes, "She's on her period. It's not the end of the world."

Eyes turned back to Tech for an explanation, and he sighed.

"Do none of you pay attention to the anatomy manuals? People who are biologically female go through this process nearly every month. Their body prepares itself for an egg to be fertilized, but when it is not, it begins to shed the excess in the form of blood and uterine lining. Typically resulting in side effects such as; mood swings, pelvic cramps, lower back pain, and headaches to name a few."

Wrecker looked shocked, "And they do this every month? That sounds painful."

Tech shrugged, "I couldn't say, from my understanding, each person reacts differently."

"Shouldn't we check on her? Make sure she's okay?" Hunter asked.

"She does it every month with or without us, I don't see how now is any different." Crosshair pointed out.

"Yeah but, we're her friends, we should help if we can."

Wrecker looked back to Tech, "You know the most about it, you go see if she's okay."

Expectant looks all pointed in Tech's direction and he shook his head. "Fine, I suppose I could inquire after her."

Truthfully, Tech was also concerned for you, even though he had a vague understanding of what was going on. He found your presence soothing, and the Marauder seemed more cheerful with you around. And it was his nature to want to solve any problems that arose, so he wanted the chance to do that now.

He got up from his seat and walked toward the refresher to look for a hot compress and some painkillers so that he might actually be of assistance before cautiously walking toward your room.

He knocked quietly.

"...Yeah?" You croaked from inside the room.

"It's Tech, may I come in?"

You didn't answer immediately but then after a few seconds you spoke, "Door's unlocked."

He pressed the button to open the door before stepping in and letting it close behind him. He frowned slightly when he was you curled up on your bunk with your arms around your stomach.

"I take it I was correct then, you are menstruating."

"Yeah." You replied a little too harshly. "Did you need something?"

"It appears your absence went quite noticed this morning and the others are worried about you."

"So they sent you to check on me?"

He adjusted his goggles, "Well, even though I had suspected what the issue was, I suppose I was also worried."

You didn't say anything, but you moved slowly, creating room for him to sit down on your bunk, he sat on the edge.

"I have brought you a compress and painkillers, if you are interested. I have heard they help to alleviate any cramping and pain associated with it." He handed both to you.

You smiled at his gesture and took the painkillers first. "Thank you," you swallowed two of them down with water from the canteen beside your bunk, then you took the heat compress and hugged it to your stomach.

"Is there anything else I can do for you?" He asked, looking down at you.

You looked at him then looked at your pillow and shook your head.

"Very well, I will check up on you later then." He announced before standing up and walking toward the door.

"Wait.." You called out. He turned to look at you. "Can you stay.. with me?"

His expression went from surprised to a gentle smile, and he nodded. "Of course."

He walked back over to your bunk and returned to his seat on the edge.

"Can we- er... Can you hold me?" You asked, so quietly that he thought he might have misheard you.

"You'd like me to hold you?" He repeated.

His need for clarification caused blood to rise to your face in embarrassment.

"If-if that's okay, actually, nevermind I-"

But before you could finish your rambling, Tech crawled into the bunk next to you, holding you so your back was firm against his chest.

You sighed into him and closed your eyes as he began drawing idle shapes on the skin of your shoulder.

"Thank you, Tech." You repeated.

"You are welcome, but your gratitude is unwarranted. We are your friends, we want to help you. Anytime you need us, you do not need to be afraid to ask for help, no matter what ails you.”

You smiled once more. With the heat both from the compress and Tech pressed against you and the painkillers beginning to kick in, you felt yourself finally begin to drift off to sleep. Despite his protests, you were truly grateful to have friends who cared about you, no matter what was going on.

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devnmon · 2 years

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Eyes on The Road

Daryl decides not to drive his bike somewhere for once, which opens up a new opportunity for you.

Disclaimer: This is probably going to get filthy. Minors u are NOT welcome here! i mean it, don't even interact.

Warnings: Smut!!! oral (male receiving), dom!daryl, doggy style sex on the side of the road, head while driving, begging, teasing, fem!reader (reader with female anatomy), praise kink, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it ppl), language

word count: 3.3k

Daryl and his bike were two things in the world that weren't without the other very often, much like his leather vest and familiar crossbow. He would become stubborn over taking a truck when one needed to be driven, because he was always sure he'd be faster on his bike.

Today though, he'd missed the smell of motor oil and a running engine of something that wasn't a bike. Before the turn, Daryl had driven his father's truck a hundred times and always loved being behind the wheel. As it was, there was a supply trip scheduled for you and him to venture out upon. The area for scavenging was big, not to mention guaranteed to have supplies. So, a truck with the capacity for a large amount of boxes was the right way to go.

Hesitantly, Daryl chose to leave his beloved bike home for a pickup truck that he had conveniently fixed up to use for days like this. Not only because the two of you continuously brought back an abundance of supplies; Daryl always wanted to be able to look over at you while driving, which didn't happen, couldn't happen, when he rode his bike.

Although, Daryl was fond of the way your arms gripped his torso when you rode on the back of his bike. Rick said the two of you looked like one of those couples in a movie that went riding off into the sunset together.

As Daryl walked down the hallway, he relaxed his eyes on you, sat on the couch. You were already preparing to leave on the supply run with him. he had always wanted you to be safe behind the walls while he went on runs. Though, him getting outside Alexandria without your company was never an option.

"Hey, you. So listen, uh, 'bout the run.."

Your gaze lifted from tying the brown boots at your feet to the familiar voice that met your ears. Rising from the couch, you looked at daryl who was stood a couple feet away, scratching the back of his head awkwardly. The leather jacket he'd found for you rested around your shoulders and the sight of you in it brought back Daryl's constant itch to kiss you.

"Hey, what about the run? If you tell me I can't go, Daryl, I swear-"

"No- no, sunshine. I still want ya with me. We're just gonna take one of them trucks outside 'stead of my bike. Just, we ain't gonna know how much we might find 'till we're out there. So, I wanna make sure we got 'nough room."

"Oh, okay. Wow, Daryl Dixon behind the wheel of a car for once, that'll be a sight to see."

"Pfft, stop. I'm just sayin' it'll be safer for us, ya know?”

"Yeah, I know. With you, it will be. I trust you."

The image of Daryl behind the wheel of a truck sounded unimaginable, since he’s always taken his bike on runs.

This time though, you would finally be given the opportunity to gawk at his charming face while he drove.

You could hold his hand, too. you could do a lot of things.

"Mhm, well we should get goin', 'fore we lose any light. Ya got everythin' you need?"

"Oh I definitely have everything I need." He picked up on the look you shot him immediately, walked over to where you stood and took your hand.

"C'mon, let's go." The grip he's got on your hand tethered both of you together. Even without it, you would follow Daryl anywhere, and you knew that already.

With help from the archer, the truck got packed to head out through the Alexandrian community you called home. Long roads you drove down were curved and lined with trees, until Daryl finally pulled onto the highway.

Your view moved from looking out the window to the man next to you, relaxed in his seat as he drove. You took in the sight of him, accompanied by his usual dark flannel shirt and pair of angel wings on his back.

In that moment, the pesky little idea you tried to push away earlier returns to your brain.

Daryl's ruggedly handsome figure sat inches from you, and you weren't all over him. It was time to change that.

That being said, it was the perfect time to put your idea into motion.

You shifted closer, just enough, so the both of you were shoulder to shoulder. That's when Daryl glanced over at you, seeing the slight smirk on your face. He thought nothing of it as his eyes went back to the road in front of him.

He felt your left hand drop softly onto his inner thigh, gripping it ever so lightly.

"What do ya think yer doin’?" Daryl cleared his throat, caught off guard by your movement. Without responding, your hand shifted further up Daryl's thigh, rubbing against the inner denim of his leg.

Your doe eyes studied his face, soaked in lust, wondering whether he would let you go further or not.

Daryl’s eyes didn’t budge from the road.

"I just wanna make you feel good, Dar."

That was the moment he realized what your motive was. It’s not that he didn’t want it, Daryl was damn sure he did.

It was just, well you caught him a bit off guard.

"Sunshine- wait-"

You paused.

Shit. Oh my god, what if he doesn’t want this.

“Daryl, you want me to keep going?”

His gaze on the road faltered a bit.

“I- yeah course I do, but-”

“But what? Daryl, if you don’t want this, please tell me.”

“No- it’s just- ya don’t gotta.”

Daryl wasn’t the type of man to believe since you were together, you had to do things like this for him.

No, in retrospect, it was the complete opposite.

Daryl was the one on his knees for you most of the time. Of course, you enjoyed it. Hell, you lavished in it. Though he didn’t speak often, Daryl was good with his tongue. He hadn’t given you a chance yet to be the one on your knees in the name of his pleasure.

Your hand moved again, rubbing over the little tent in Daryl's jeans, such jeans that were growing way too tight for his liking.

"But, I want to, Daryl. Let me, please."

There was a part of his brain that wanted to tell you no, that it would be dangerous for you to do while in a moving vehicle.

But there was a completely different part of him that was going to ignore the other half of his conscience and let you continue.

Daryl himself had one or two or several dirty thoughts about you in a car, so the notion of you doing that to him while he drove wasn't completely out of his comfort zone.

"God- shit, sweetheart. I-I mean.. shouldn't I pull ov-"

You scooted impossibly closer to him and leaned up to his ear.

"Nope."

Your hands moved then, undoing the button and zipper of Daryl's pants. he felt your hands moving swift as an arrow to rid him of his straining boxers.

Daryl could taste the tension on his tongue at this moment. He so very badly wanted to rip his eyes away from the road.

Though, he could feel the warmth of you surrounding him then. His length finally hit the air, and more importantly, your hands.

Daryl groaned at the sudden feeling from you and bit down on his lip so hard, he could've sworn it drew blood. His resolve weakened when he glanced down to catch an image of your hands on his length. One he could pull from his brain the nights he was away from you.

He didn't catch one, though. All Daryl got when he looked was you glancing up at him followed by your hands slowly halting their movement and pulling away.

"Eyes on the road, Dar. Or I stop."

His eyes locked right back on the road, in time to swerve around an abandoned car left aimlessly to rot away.

Though his teeth were hooked atop his lip, another groan escaped him.

"Fuck- fuck. Sorry, sunshine, shit. You just- you felt so good."

"Daryl. Are you watching the road?" The condescending tone you spoke to him with made Daryl want to slam on the brakes and cut your teasing short. The only reason he’d held out thus far was the sole fact that you hadn't put your mouth on him yet.

"Yes- yeah, I am." He felt your hands crowd him once more, one of them now resting at the base of his shaft, the other wrapped around his tip, thumbing gently.

Daryl's work-weathered hands gripped the steering wheel with more force now, the feeling of you egging him on so intensely. His foot on the gas pedal increased pressure, making the truck speed up.

Your hand dragged up and down slowly, as he hardened even more between your fingers. Your hand at his tip moved to his thigh, only for the loss of you to be replaced by your mouth.

Now circling Daryl's tip slowly, he tossed his head back with a groan at the sensation you brought him. He realized how much he almost couldn't take the wetness from your mouth dripping down his cock. In that moment, your lips leave him, only for your tongue to lick a stripe down his length.

One of Daryl's hands lets go of the steering wheel and landed on the back of your head to gather your hair in a makeshift ponytail. Groans slipped from his lips one after the other, soaked in his enamor for you. The pleasure of him surrounded by you, against your tongue, completely overwhelmed him.

You hum against him in response to the low sounds he made. He had to hand it to you, whatever the hell you were doing to him was damn good. The vibration he felt from your mouth on his length sent a shiver running up his spine.

You'd continued your path up and down Daryl's length until suddenly, the truck ran over a pothole. Daryl's torso jolted at the sudden dip in the road, your mouth enveloping an inch or so more of his cock. He burrowed his fingers deeper into your hair now as you gagged against him.

Daryl groaned at how much more complex it became to keep his eyes on the fucking road, like you'd asked him to.

All he wanted was to look down and admire the sight of your pretty mouth wrapped around him, tongue hungrily swirling. His gaze on the road ahead of him faltered more and more as another expletive followed by your name dropped from his lips.

A short moment was all it took. your lips around his length, the ever growing desire to look down and watch you, it was all too fucking much.

"Tha's it. Yer done, girl." Daryl's foot hit the break as his hand lifted your mouth off him. He stopped the car and shifted the gear to park, where you were now on the side of the road with him.

"What are you-"

"Get outta the car." Daryl's drawl deepened and you did as he said; he followed you to the front of the truck.

"Are you okay, Daryl? What's wrong?" You were clueless, like you didn't just have your head between his legs. It was fucking evil, how much pleasure you brought him, all while he was forced to just keep driving.

Yeah, he’d had enough.

"What's wrong is I ain't been able to see your beautiful mouth stuffed with my cock. Now yer not gonna get to see how good ya take me."

"D-Daryl-"

"Shut up.”

Oh.

“This is exactly what you wanted, ain't it?”

Oh.

“Gettin' me all worked up while I was drivin'? Forcin' me to pull over? An’ don’t even say nothin’, I know it is.”

All you heard next was “Take off your clothes” before you were being pushed over the front of the truck.

Daryl's demands rang in your ears as you watched him start to undo his pants.

Your hands hurriedly removed your bottoms, so he could take you.

Like you had planned all along.

Daryl wasn't stupid, he'd only played along because he too wanted to find the right spot between your thighs that made you whine, while in the car. Or in this case, over the car.

Now bent over the front of the vehicle, one of Daryl's hands rested on the small of your back. Your hands were placed on the hood as well.

Daryl's other hand landed on your ass, gripping tightly. His grip disappeared and landed right back onto your backside with a smack. a moment later, he leaned over against your back to whisper in your ear.

"So desperate for me, ain't ya? Bet you're all wet from havin' my cock down yer throat, too, huh? My pretty little slut."

Daryl's hand wrapped around his length and ran his tip over your sensitive bundle of nerves, spreading the wetness that leaked from your entrance.

"Daryl.. P-Please.." you whimpered at his payback teasing, which was only going to be worse on the receiving end.

"Hm? What's that, doll?" He halted his movements between your legs.

"P-Please, give it to me good, Daryl."

"I dunno.. Maybe I shouldn't give ya anythin' after teasin' me earlier. So i guess yer just gonna have to convince me."

"N-No.. I want you to take me.. please, please. Wanna feel you inside me, I need it. Need you."

"I want ya so bad, darlin'."

Daryl could tell you were desperate, craving so badly for him to thrust into you and hit those spots inside you only he could.

He couldn't lie either, he was desperate, too. And he'd quite frankly wanted to bend you over the truck ever since you'd gotten in it with him.

Daryl lined himself up with your slit. With each slow, heavy push of him, he entered you slowly.

As he bottomed out, a groan slipped from his lips.

"Sh-shit, Dar. Oh my god, you're so big." Those words slipping from your lips made his cock twitch.

"Mmm, yeah?”

“Y-Yes.. Love it, love you, Daryl.”

Daryl chuckled to himself. Just minutes ago you were beckoning his release in the truck, and now you were proclaiming your love for him with his cock inside you.

So innocent, yet lust dripped from your voice.

“You're so wet, sunshine, shit. All from gettin' on yer knees for me?”

You muttered a mhm paired with a pathetic whimper for him in response. The feeling of Daryl inside of you clouded any coherent thoughts you were going to have.

“What, got nothin’ to say now?”

“Daryl, please, move.”

His resolve diminished, as the grip on your hips tightened. Slowly, he pushed fully inside again, hitting the deepest parts of you. Daryl pulled back even slower, almost fully so just his tip remained inside you.

One loud moan slipped out, when Daryl pushed in again.

“Torture, ain’t it?”

You mumbled something under your breath, which you hoped Daryl didn’t hear.

Though, he was a hunter, of course he heard you.

“What was that?”

“I said, just fuck me already, Dixon.”

That had done it.

That was the key to cracking open a side of Daryl you didn’t see often: a rougher side. Especially during sex.

“Whatever you say, darlin’.”

Daryl didn’t waste any time as he found a steady but fast rhythm of thrusting inside you, only harder now. He cursed as you involuntarily clenched around him at the sensation.

Each time he fully buried himself into your entrance, his tip pushed against the deepest parts of you. Sultry moans followed by Daryl's name were audible as you gripped the hood of the car like no tomorrow.

One of his hands, followed by clever fingers, found its way between the two of you to swirl at your sensitive bundle of nerves. The sudden jolt of friction against your clit made your legs shake.

The onslaught feeling of Daryl only beckoned you closer to your release, one you were so prominently chasing. He pulled even more delightful sounds from you for his listening pleasure.

Daryl repositioned a bit before thrusting into you harder and rougher than before. The angle he hit now sent your head spinning with pleasure as your climax inched closer.

"Da-Daryl... I-I'm-" Despite the attempt to hold back, you couldn't bear to be without the feeling.

"You wanna come, don't ya, sunshine? I know yer gettin' close. C'mon, lemme feel it, babe. Let go for me."

Daryl's words pulled your orgasm out of thin air, quickly sending you over the edge as the last syllable left his lips.

"Tha's it, pretty girl. Fuck, look at ya, all messy for me. So damn gorgeous."

The jolting of your body as you rode out your high caused Daryl to quicken his movements inside you. He was chasing the same feeling you'd given him the very first time you'd slept together.

"Fuck, darlin'. You're perfect. Can't focus all day cause I just-just wanna be doin this." You moaned again at Daryl's reassuring words and clenched around him again, wanting so desperately to catapult him to his finish like he'd done for you.

"Shit.. Fuck, I'm gon'-"

"Daryl... You feel so good inside me.. No one can ever make me feel as good as you... C'mon, come for me, baby. Just let go.." The praise dripped from your mouth in a breath, and it sent Daryl over the edge. His pace quickened for a few thrusts until he pulled out and came in his hand with a groan of your name.

"Sh-shit... oh f-fuck, darlin'. You're so fuckin’ good at that." You blushed and turned to catch Daryl in his afterglow.

"I learn from the best. Besides, you always know how to make me like that.”

Daryl glistened in the sunlight, beads of sweat painted across his chest, his shirt sloppily unbuttoned. You stared a moment longer at him, his torso heaving from the activity you’d just participated in with him.

He chuckled, and beamed with pride at how he will always be able bring you pleasure, no matter what he did.

"I know I do. Now, listen to me. If you ever tease me like that again, I’ll fuck you till ya can’t walk, understand?"

"Oh, I understand. Just name the time and place." Daryl could tell you were half serious and he scoffed. He'd begun to pull his pants back on, and you did the same.

You glanced over at Daryl to see he was making sure the highway was still clear. Your arms wrapped around the nape of Daryl's neck as his hands met your waist again, more softly this time around.

"You would like that, wouldn't you?" Daryl questioned, but he already knew the answer. You just smiled with just the slightest twinge of blush on your cheeks.

"You know me so well." The smile cracked across your face was due to the brown haired, blue eyed archer before you.

"Course I do. Love you." Daryl's lips met yours in a soft kiss, as his arms surrounded you in the same moment.

"I love you too. Maybe we should get back on the road now. You know, before we're surrounded by walkers. I mean.. they definitely all heard me.."

Daryl chuckled, since the two of you in the act probably did catch the attention of whatever was roaming by.

"Yeah, we should. Just, no more teasin’, alright? Or else.”

You knew you really shouldn't tease Daryl anymore than you already did, but that or else option just sounded so good.

"Alright, let's go."

The both of you climbed back into the truck, your minds clouded by thoughts of what you’d just done.

If teasing Daryl led to things like that, you were definitely going to tease him more often.

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noowayybroo · 6 months

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Give the dog a bone😏(Part 1) (SFW)

Characters: Dogman!Leon Kennedy, GN!Reader (Part 2 will be NSFW F! Reader)

hi ik we're all a bit horny and busy here! We on that grind (in more ways than one!) so I'm trying to keep the story short and sweet I LOVE YOU ALL

Warnings: FIRST PART IS SFW AND GN! READER AND IG SOME FLUFF OR A WEIRD STORY?? PART PART 2 WILL BE Smut and NSFW, Leon and reader are initially friends / colleagues. Set after RE4. Lazy writing because I'm too busy and hate writing no cap. dogman anatomy. Hunnigan exists but is irrelevant.

Irrelevant blabbering that you don't have to read: That title is NOT from The Squeeze's "Cool For Cats" Hi guys! Guess who's a university student now! And guess who's unbelievably even MORE busy than they were when they actually stopped writing fics. It's me! Thank you SO SO MUCH for the well wishes and kind words and general love and support I recieved, even when my blog was dead to the world. It means the world. This fic idea has been gnawing at my insides, as has the shame and guilt that has come with wanting to write it. Thanks for reading. Thanks for being here, you rock! you slap! I love you! And I'm still making stuff on Etsy if you're interested (shameful plug, sorry.)

It'd been entire weeks since Leon had embarked on his mission in Spain. Whilst this didn't sound like a lot, his trips usually took a few days, and were packed with back and forth correspondence (via Hunnigan, of course.) The last time you'd heard from possibly him was a few days ago, when late at night you'd received a message on your personal phone.

"Hey, It's me, I'm coming home." - Unknown Number - 22:34 pm.

Your heart sang. After apparent radio silence for days (unless they were keeping you in the dark) it had to be him. He had to be coming home. You were excited, glad and thrilled all at once. You hadn't lost your friend. Yet, at least.

Days passed. Worry seeped back in. It gnawed at the corner of your mind as you replied to the number for the fourth time, hoping SOMEONE would reply. You wanted to run the number by someone in your team, maybe they could find out where it was from, but then again, you wanted to respect Leon's privacy.

6 days had passed since that message. 6 whole days... Was it actually Leon who'd messaged you? On a particularly drizzly Wednesday afternoon, you sat at your desk fiddling in a vain attempt to rid yourself of your guilt and anxiety. Perhaps Leon needed your help. Maybe, you should stop being so selfish and show the higherups that message. Maybe it wasn't him... Maybe that message wasn't even for you. Maybe someone else needed someone else's help.

Frustrated, you sigh and throw your head back. The ceiling is plain, it's calm. A soft grey, just like the sky outside. And the mundane-ness of it all somehow distracts you. Leon's just a friend, nothing more. He sits next to you in your office, so what? It's not like you're going to get married. He goes on these missions all the time. He'll be fine.

You lower your gaze back to your desk. At least you would, if it weren't snagged by the sheepish figure standing in the doorway to your joint office. There he stood, Leon Kennedy, in the flesh. Bandaged heavily, but he stood there. He was dressed strangely. He wore a hoodie, choosing to keep the hood up, and baggy sweat-pants. His sleeves were far down, covering almost his entire arm, and his mouth was awkwardly screwed shut as if he were worried to open it.

His eyes dance around the room, shyly greeting the few people who'd stayed late to meet deadlines, which you just so happened to be one of (the worry had been killing your productivity.) Once they land on yours, he gives a soft smile and stumbles forward a little, letting go of the doorway which he clung to so tightly. He looked so... sick.

More than concerned, you stand to meet him, arms gently wrapping around him as he just about stops himself from falling into you by grabbing the desk. He's warm, so warm, shivering slightly, and he smells good, to your relief and surprise. You figure he must have returned from his mission a while ago. He had time to clean, apparently, but not to rest. Dark bags lined his bright eyes, cuts and bruises adorned his pale face.

You're in too much awe and shock to even feel the tears pricking your eyes, but you sigh into him in response, hugging him close, relieved. He returns the gesture, head falling into your shoulder as he lets out a deep sigh, far too content to take note of the many eyes on you now. You, however, are very aware, and promptly pull away, but not before registering the deep breath Leon takes in as his head rests by your neck.

Somewhat reddened, you offer him his chair, and he obediently sits with haste. His cool blue eyes never leave you as you sit before him, his throat bobbing in anticipation.

"I've missed you" he rasps, entirely undeterred by the few eyes that still linger, for some reason finding this interaction more thrilling than their stacks of paper. You certainly believe his words. Leon's eyes are wide, pupils blown as if he's trying to take in as much of you as possible. Perhaps he's just glad to be alive, you think. Whilst you're shy, you must admit that that hug was wonderful. And you'd maybe want it to last longer or go further if prying eyes weren't laser focused on you.

"I've missed you too" you breathe, still in disbelief. "when did you get back??" In response, Leon tells you (in quiet whisper) about his whereabouts. He doesn't go into much detail at all, but you learn that he's been to Spain, and actually got back from Spain 5 days ago. Since he got back, he was actually being held in a Government facility, where they ran tests on him and 'made sure it was safe for me to see you all.'

He swallows again.

Concern fills you: Why wouldn't it be safe? What happened to him out there that he doesn't want to tell you? Is he actually alright? And most importantly...

"Why are you dressed like that?" you giggle, trying to curve your overt frown. Your eyes drift over his toned form briefly as he sits before you, comfortably manspreading and leaning oh-so-slightly into your space. You weren't trying to check him out. He was your friend. However, despite the baggy clothing doing its best to deter your sights, you couldn't help but take in his plump thighs and toned arms. His large hands flex as he runs them through his fringe a few times, clearing it from his eyes. He lets out a deep exhale.

"It's... a long story." He huffs, seemingly not too eager to show and tell. You return his huff, slightly tempered this time, eyes drifting up to the hood he wore. He catches your gaze and narrows his eyes, a playful warning. Although you didn't dare go into detail, Leon could tell you'd worried about him and eagerly awaited his return. He knew he meant a lot to you, and you to him (though he wasn't sure if you were aware of that.) He knew you were worried about the tests, and he knew your sudden playful persona was in spite of every other emotion he'd guiltily put you through.

That being said, he wasn't able to match your mischievous guise as your hand slowly and gently raises up to touch his hood. A strong hand grabs your wrist, gentle yet firm. He doesn't hurt you at all, yet you find yourself unable to move. His expression grows serious.

"Y/N. The hood's gonna stay on, alright?" He asks softly, eyes easing a little as he takes in your startled expression. You falter, becoming a little upset. You just wanted to mess around. You couldn't do that either? He senses the change in mood. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry" he says quickly, shaking his head as he lets go of your arm "I know, I'm gonna have to take it off at some point. Look, there's something... Something's happening to me, alright??" He whispers softly into your ear "Can you get off work now?"

To your relief, you're not sure when, but everyone seems to have looked away by now. Shakily, you nod, and after packing up and signing out of your PC, you and Leon leave the building. It's a nice walk, despite the rain, fended off by an umbrella he'd borrowed from the station. Your talk is pleasant, beating around the topic of his strange dress until a strong arm reaches in front of you, gently pushing ajar the door to your local Coffee Place. It's a nice, simple Cafe that you and Leon frequented on your ways home, especially on drizzly days like this.

Shaking off his umbrella, Leon follows you inside to the booth you usually sit at together. Many hours were spent here chit-chatting, sometimes alone and sometimes with other co-workers and friends. You'd discuss playful topics, the workload, things about the boss you didn't want anyone to hear. It was also here that Leon would gossip to you and only you about his 'confidential' missions, purely because you'd earned that trust.

It was here that he was about to tell you his new secret.

You both enjoyed this place because it was often empty. It's not that the service was poor, quite the opposite. The empty, quiet air allowed orders to swiftly be taken and fulfilled. The servers were polite, and you always got to sit at your special booth. You hid away from the outside world together drinking anything from coffee to bubble tea, and trusting the staff to give you both that ...platonic space.

Once your drinks were ordered, you and Leon got to talking.

"Listen, Y/N, I can tell you now." His eyes are wide, genuine, dancing between your own and your hands, as if he'd like to take them in his own. However, he refrains. Whatever's on his mind, it must be special. Too special for your ears, then.

"Leon... It's alright, you don't have to, please-"

"No, I want to tell you, it's alright. Everyone's going to find out anyway" he's serious, his leg gently bouncing under the table in anticipation "You can tell people, they'll know, it's fine, I just don't want to scare you."

"Scare me??" You couldn't believe your ears. If this was something public, then surely it couldn't be so bad. Why was he scared to tell you... Unless... was it that thing Hunnigan let slip? The virus... thing? You lean in, whispering as quietly as you can, almost only mouthing it to him "Leon... that... parasite.... Did it get you?"

His face drops. His mouth hangs open and he stares in disbelief for a while. You were right. Your face falls too. Was he dying?

"Leon- Are you Okay, I-" You begin to stammer, beyond horrified. You desperately try to form the words. What do you ask him? What do you say?

Once he comes to, he quickly shakes his head, gently taking your hands in his now, firmly, comforting you. "Wait. Wait please listen, yes Y/N, yes it did get me. But I'm okay. I'm fine... It's gone."

What? It was gone?? Well now you're back at stage one.... What was the issue?

"I did get infected by the parasite, but there was a scientist there, and he saved me... But there were these, look, don't be scared please, they tested me, I'm not gonna hurt you..." he eyes you, and when you don't seem to show any protest, he continues under his breath, voice thick and shaky.

"There were these dogs... Infected dogs... and one of them bit me."

Leon leans back and releases your hands just as the waitress comes by to hand you both your order. She smiles and leaves, and hesitantly, Leon's hands find his way up to his hood. Removing it reveals two large, houndish ears that flip upwards as his hood relieves them. They twitch, angling themselves towards you. Furry, soft and golden, they're... adorable. They look so... real.

Once again, you're left speechless. What can you say? Leon's now... a werewolf? A dog??

You knew this change was brought on by some kind of parasite, a virus that controlled the body and mind. You knew it was able to give its victims an inhumane strength, and somewhat invincibility... You knew whatever did this to Leon made him dangerous.

And yet, like a fool, you trusted him, the victim.

That's all Leon was now, a host for this virus, probably, and for some reason, you took his human side not wanting to hurt you as justification for trusting his infected self completely.

Leon continued to explain some of his symptoms. He ranted and whimpered about how he's losing his mind, how he can smell, hear and taste so much better than ever. He described how you can't see it but how his tongue has even changed. How his ears are growing each day, how his teeth are getting sharper. He tells you about how he's growing a tail, how his nails grow faster...

But you? You're lost to the world in your own sense of deep thought. You trusted Leon, you'd already made peace with it completely. You weren't scared of him at all, although you were a little afraid THAT you weren't scared of him. You knew you certainly should have been. Now, all you were trying to figure out was what exactly was happening to Leon. Spacing out completely, his words simply merged with your own thoughts, and you began to wonder what other dog features he'd have. You wondered if he was more hairy, if he'd grow claws. You wondered if his personality had changed. You remembered the way he sniffed you when you met...

But to Leon you looked terrified, and it made him panic. Waving his hand in front of your face and taking both of your hands in one of his large ones when that didn't work. Leon has to further stand up and lean over you, face close to yours to get you to snap out of it and focus back onto him again. Seeing you smile back at him shyly, apologising for spacing out has him giving the most over-the-top, faint and relieved smile you've seen. He looks exhausted, as if that little lack of communication aged him a hundred years.

Once your mind is collected, you sigh, addressing him "Leon, I trust you, I believe you, I'm not scared. I'm just... curious, you know?" you chuckle awkwardly, hoping you hadn't offended him, but as you speak to him, he softens, melting at your comforting words. His ears begin to droop and a braindead smile begins to form at his lips as he eyes you dreamily, relieved.

"...Curious?" he whispers, and it doesn't go past you how he cocks his head to the side like a puppy hearing a new noise. His ears prick up a little, his mouth slightly ajar "What's up? What do you want to know?" he mutters eagerly. It's as if he'd never anticipated you being so calm about the situation, and now he was entirely unprepared.

"Well..." You laugh, "Do you feel any... different?" you muse, glancing from his face, entirely enthralled by you, up to his ears which twitch and flap every time your mouth opens.

"V-very..." he mumbles shyly, staring down at the table "L-like I said I can smell really well... and I'm always warm... My hearing is better... T-there's more but like... well... it's... it's personal." he chokes out.

Oh, so it was like that, was it? Interesting... You could tell by his burning red cheeks and avoiding eyes that he wasn't too comfortable, and so, again, you decided to try and reassure him. You quite liked how easy it was to read Leon now. Taking his hands in your suddenly, you delighted in how his ears perked before drooping again as you gently massaged his hands with your thumbs. His eyes almost closed as he swooned before you, leaning back slightly as if about to collapse.

"It's alright, Leon, I trust you, and I believe you. I know you're in there" you giggle, taking a chance at reaching up and gently patting his head softly. To your surprise, Leon melts further before you, leaning forward into your touch as his eyes close and he props himself up with his forearms, still nestling his large hands in your left one subconsciously. He sighs deeply through his nose as he listens to your words "If anyone's got a problem with you at work, they can go through me, alright?"

Leon's eyes flutter open as you withdraw your hand. Smiling at you warmly, he seems thrilled to simply gaze at you. "Thank you, Y/N. It means a lot to me" he whispers, leaving you grateful that he didn't cockily challenge your ability to do as you'd promised. It seemed that whatever had overtaken him had simply decimated his ability to argue with or criticise you.

The rest of the night was spent with the two of you giggling together, discussing what you'd been doing in his absence. Leon told you about the president's daughter. He described the different creatures he fought and survived. He told you how much he'd missed your friendship and how gutted he had been to lose contact with Hunnigan. And he divulged to you how glad he was to be back with you all, his 'pack'.

Completing your walk home, which Leon insisted on accompanying you for (you imagined he was still fearing detachment), he ducked into your home to show you his tail. Awkwardly untucking it from his sweats - soft, fluffy and wagging with a mind of its own. You noted how it stayed firmly between his legs once he first revealed it, matching his flattened ears upon first showing you, but once your face lit up and you reached out to touch it, it began to wag uncontrollably. Like his ears, his tail was golden, sandy and beautiful.

Leon could tell you enjoyed what you could see, or at least that you weren't terrified, and that was enough for him.

Well, you never thought your colleague would magically become... a dog... However, you weren't necessarily against the change, you ponder as you shut the door after him after reminding him to use his umbrella to keep himself dry on the walk home. The question was, did you still crush on him, just as you'd done when he left for Spain?

Yes.

Yes you did.

Over the next few weeks, you bonded more and more with Leon over his new predicament. You'd kept his trust. In fact, he began to confide more in you. He pursued you more often. He walked you home more and told you more about his new life.

...You were sometimes reminded that he could probably smell you, which was uncomfortable, but he was kind enough to stay silent on the matter, and that felt good.

Unexpected by Leon, dog-anatomy or not, he was still regarded as a hero in the office. People treated him well, aside from some comments by jealous newbies, who were often laughed out of the room by Leon's work-mates. Especially you. You were always there for him as he re-adjusted to office life, and as he learned about his new self. That deeper connection is probably what made him hesitate to leave you one evening outside your door.

You could tell what he was thinking.

You didn't want to say goodbye either.

And so, you invited him inside.

OK I HAVE TO APOLOGISE FOR THE BAD WRITING IT'S 3AM I CAN'T LIE MY BRAIN ISNT WORKING SORRY. Thanks for reading this, I'll try and write the smut as quickly as possible. Please bare with :sob: thanks for reading this ily

#resident evil #re leon #leon kennedy #resident evil x reader #leon kennedy imagine #leon kennedy x reader #leon kennedy fanfic #leon s kennedy #re4 leon #resident evil leon #dogman leon #puppy leon kennedy #fanfiction #fanfic #resident evil 2 #re 4 remake #re 4 leon

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abbywifyforlifey · 1 month

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Ouch! Sorry..

cw: mentions of sex, sex injuries (reader), nudity mentions, pet names (babe, baby ect), use of y/n

Abby Anderson x reader

Inspired by that scene in greys anatomy, iykyk

this also kind of sucks but oh well!

It started off as another quiet morning in the WLF stadium. The cold Seattle wind blew through our halls and the sun peaked out the window, creating a warm glow in the room.

Abby had to leave early for patrol, leaving you alone in bed.

Finally you decide to get up out of bed, at 1:18 pm in the afternoon. (Only because you hadn't had breakfast)

You notice a slight ache from.. Places down under as you where getting changed, but you didn't think much of it.

Walking through the halls you see manny chuckling to himself.

"You good there amigo?". I'm fine ..you reply trying to ignore to burning pain coming from under your cargo pants.

"why are you walking that?, you look like a Pingüino.

''piss off Manny'', you scoff trying to walk normally past him

After penguin waddling you made it to your favorite place in the stadium, the cafeteria. You wince slightly at the pain on your ass sitting down.

Hey Mel, where's abs? You ask, "I don't know but what's wrong with you?" She asks noticing how your face twists up slightly as you sit down

Nothing" you reply trying to act natural. "Whatever you say," she says biting back a smile.

"So... What did you and Abby get up to last night" you roll your eyes. "Because I can tell you that nobody walks like that when nothing is wrong"

I just...I have an injury, Mel suddenly looks concerned ''what kind of injury?

Before she continues you interrupt her "Mel, you are one of my best friends and I trust you with my life" She nods "Yeah, and?" I need a favor... A certain type of favor.

"Oh my god y/n!" That's how you ended up behind a certain in the wlf first aid area, bent over bare, on a table with your pants down right in front of your best friend.

shhh not so loud! you whisper, already embarrassed enough

how did you-.. why do you have a bruise on your ass? she asks clearly horrified

it's a long story...okay...can you just- help me, please.

Jesus Christ y/n" Mel says getting wipes to clean the bruise.

it's from when Abby lifted me onto a table okay? you say ashamed

"so a sex injury?" Mel says amused

"Hey Mel have you seen the- OH MY GOD"

NORA!? You say horrified as you turn around to see Nora standing behind Mel, a concerned look on her face.

"That's going to blister bad if you don't clean that up, here let me help Mel"

You put your face in your hands, trying to keep whatever dignity you had left.

"Busy night huh?" Nora asks amused

Its not funny okay!? You say annoyed

"It's okay, we're all women here no need to be embarrassed y/n"

That's not helping guys!

"I know, I know but it's not like we don't know what you and Abby get up to"

"If anything your lucky, I don't remember the last time Owen was this passionate to me"

I hate both of you... god. you express

"jeez y/n, this is something."

"this explains the penguin waddle" they both chuckle

"That's what I said" The three of you heard the curtain open, turning your heads around to see Manny and Abby, who seemed to be quite amused and concerned at the same time

"MANNY GET OUT OF HERE!" the four women express to him as he quickly turns around and walks out.

Everyone but Abby please leave! you express

After Mel and Nora leave, you pull your pants up and explain to Abby what happened.

"you okay?" Abby asks, softly chuckling

I will be, you reply.

"I think next time we should watch where we are going" you hum in agreeance.

"i don't think Mel and Nora are going to look the same at me or you ever again"

"I wouldn't be surprised to be honest, although we've heard enough of Manny's stories. this is tame compared to some of those stories."

you laugh with her, avoiding eye contact, which does not go un noticed.

"hey?' she wraps her arms around your waist looking down at you, nothing but love in her ocean eye

"next time something like this happens, tell me. okay?"

okay'' you look up at her

I will say, for someone with a bruise on their ass, you still looked pretty-"

Abigail Anderson! you say, the two of you giggle

Okay! sorry" she exclaims in a sarcastic tone

"your lucky i love you abs"

yeah? well, I love you too.

why don't you prove that statement then? you reply in flirtatious manner, smirking.

i think i will" she says looking down at your lips and back into your eyes. slowly closing the gap between the two of you.

but you're not complaining, just as long as Abby is with her person, she's happy.

#Spotify #abby anderson fluff #abby anderson #abby anderson smut #tlou x reader #abby x reader

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theflyindutchwoman · 5 months

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I think you know how I feel about coworkers dating. When I started, no one thought much of it. But things have changed. We're now more aware of how power dynamics can skew things. Even the most innocent of relationships can become a distraction. Hey, trust me, I get it. We spend 12 hours a day together. Feelings are bound to develop. But we can't afford even a hint of impropriety. We couldn't agree more.

| ANATOMY OF A SCENE - CHENFORD EDITION 5.10 - The List

Their body language in this scene is so fascinating. Tim and Lucy barely say any word at first… but they don't need to : their bodies do all the talking for them. Like the way they're all proud of themselves at having a good cover story… until Grey calls them in and that bravado simply disappears, leaving behind a nervous energy. Or like how they adopt the same pose when facing their Watch Commander, mirroring each other perfectly. Depicting them as a united front.

But even then, they can't help themselves : the need to look at the other is stronger. As if they are trying to gauge the other's feelings, to reassure each other. There's this moment where Grey starts talking about the power dynamics and it seems like Tim is about to reach for Lucy's hand before thinking better of it. Even his head is turned slightly towards her. His protectiveness is shining through while her discomfort is visible, with her rocking on her feet and fidgeting. 'Feelings are bound to develop'… And Tim glancing at Lucy right away, who does the same after sensing his eyes on her… Way to be inconspicuous there. He is bracing himself, standing taller, agreeing with their sergeant on both of their behalf… The man is panicking on the inside, trying to hold it together.

That is, until Grey casually drops that he has been referring to Aaron and Celina the whole time… Their reactions are so funny - and so telling. In the eventuality that he wasn't aware of what was going on between them before that, there's no way he doesn't by now. Not with how Tim's eyes are bulging or Lucy has to repeat incredulously the names… And certainly not after they both turn around at the same time to watch Aaron and Celina in the bull pen. They're standing so much closer to each other by that point, making eyes to each other… Right in front of their boss who just gave them a stern lecture about coworkers dating… There's a hint of a smile on their faces, as if they really think they got away with it, when in truth they are just digging themselves deeper. Lucy agrees way too fast to talk to Celina and Aaron, wanting to be done with this conversation… And Tim is so nonplussed and uncomfortable, trying to appear nonchalant - but failing completely...

What I love about this scene, is how ambiguous it is. It almost feels like we are in their shoes in some way, wondering whether Grey knows more than he lets on and used the situation with Celina and Aaron (if there even was one to begin with) as a subtle warning… Or if it was just a coincidence. Though I find it hard to believe that Wade doesn't suspect anything at all by now - especially since he all but confirmed it to Tim later. It's not like they're being discreet. Odds are, he read the report from the incident at the restaurant as two of his officers played a role in the arrest. Besides, he saw how awkward things were after that undercover mission. After Tim brought Lucy home. And he's had front row seats for so many moments of theirs along the years… In either case, it is an entertaining way to (re)introduce the issue of the chain of command early on, even if the issue isn't quite solved yet. It was already mentioned by Tim in his conversation with Angela… And while he seems content to remain in denial for a bit longer, Lucy has been paying attention.

Tim opening the door again for her when they leave the office is such a gentleman gesture… And a good parallel to the beginning of this scene. They might not be as nervous but they're still reeling from everything that happened there, as shown with Lucy rubbing her side, where her tattoo is. And it creates this delicious irony where they have to talk to Aaron and Celina about dating coworkers… I have to say, this was a genius move from Grey. Under normal circumstances, this would already be the last conversation Tim would want to have with Aaron. But now… Even more so. He is clearly uncomfortable. And of course Lucy finds a way to get out of this, refusing to be an hypocrite… the fact that she delegates that to Nolan is hilarious though : it's not like he is in a better position to lecture his rookie. Bless this mess.

#the rookie #chenford #chenfordedit #lucy chen #tim bradford #5.10 #Anatomy of a scene - Chenford Edition

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esmiara · 11 months

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How do you come up with your poses? They all seem so cool and I struggle with coming up with anything/finding references.

Posing huh? This is quite an interesting topic so let's have a real talk about it. Though it won't obviously cover every single details there could be and explanations may be sloppy, I am no real art teacher after all. By the way I apologize in advance if there is any messy spelling or grammar mistake as english is not my first language.

To begin with, let's say the key words here are force lines, simplicity and body langage. Anatomy is a whole another topic so I won't talk too much about muscles and bones, as we are mainly here for posing.

Firstly, what are force lines? To put it simply, a force line is the core line guiding the figure's movement but also the whole composition, thus also guiding the eye itself toward (or away) the most important parts. With shipping, Soukoku in particular (since they have different temperaments), I like to have two lines that complement each other, via either inner or outer curves.

But those are whole compositions and we're not in a composition class either. However, when it comes to a single pose, the same principle can be applied. This force line can guide your whole body and even become your literal spine. As the spine is the most essential part of the human body (and non-human living body), it will act as the central part which the rest will follow naturally. Don't be shy and use a stickman for your overall structure! If you have a hard time simplifying the overall movement of your figure, try drawing it in a smaller size first. It doesn't matter if it looks ugly, you'll clean it up later.

If you're still struggling with your understanding of structures, try to decompose a reference picture (go check Pinterest, it's a true gold mine) with simple lines to determine where and how are positioned the spine, ribcages and main bones then transpose it to your own drawing as a guide.

"But how do I get those dynamic lines and cool curves??", you may ask. Well, have you tried figure drawing and more specifically gesture drawing? You can of course take a class with a nude model (they don't bite don't worry and you will focus more on the art part than the nude one), but you can also do so with tons of videos, pictures and even websites such as Line of Action, which allows you to have a custom built-in timer when drawing. To have only a mere 30 seconds to draw may sound terrifying but trust me, it's not that difficult. The point of drawing a whole figure in 30 seconds (or more) is to force yourself to simplify and avoid to focus on unimportant parts that aren't essential to the overall understanding of the pose. This will put you in a focused state of mind as well as training your hand muscles (this is a great warmup exercise). Feeling a bit uncomfortable on your wrist or feeling like you can only do tiny strokes one at a time instead of big elegant lines? Well firstly... stretch your wrist regularly, drink water and stop drawing every once in a while, this is very important, may you be a beginner or a professionnal artist. Secondly, try drawing on a bigger format! It will train you to use your elbow and shoulders to draw big lines more easily, like getting a bigger compass to draw a circle. I for example draw mostly with my elbow and shoulders, even unconsciously, as this is way more comfortable for me.

That's great we are talking about a lot of technical stuff. But what about the actual drawing you want to do? Well first, you need to decide which feeling you want to convey. Is it a scary scene? A gentle one? What do you want to depict? Is there something in particular you want to focus on? Something is needed to act as the solid base and this applies to everything, not only posing. Let's take a look at some examples with what we have seen with force lines and see more of the thought process behind my own poses.

And that's about it of what I'll tackle in this single ask ahah. This is basically a lot of brainstorming and thinking as well as taking inspiration from how real life people move, especially when it comes to body language. I took it a bit too seriously but I do hope it was of some help!

#ask #art tutorial #i guess #"In this essay I will-#tips and stuff

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lacontroller1991 · 3 months

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Next Door Neighbor (Edward Teller x F!Reader)

Main Master List || MISC Master List

Requested by @mariedork : I don't know if you're still writing for the fandom/taking requests, but I'd love to request something about Teller and fem. reader. maybe something like reader is helping Teller with research at Los Alamos (I know the real teller was married but oh well) you're both into each other but trying to be professional, maybe use the prompt "we're in public you know"

Summary: You and Teller often butt heads until one night the tensions tip over and feelings are revealed.

Author's Note: This is clearly based on Benny Safdie as Edward Teller from the movie. If you do not like, do not read. Also sorry if I butched the Hungarian. I do not speak it and I tried my best with the translator.

Warnings: Smut 18+, p in v, penile penetration, enemies to lovers, language, orgasm, female anatomy, male anatomy, slight misogynistic tone

Word Count: 4.2k

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The car ride is long and boring. Even the cheerful music from the radio couldn’t lift your spirits, not when you are being more or less shipped away to Los Alamos from your home in Berkeley. You suppose you should be grateful for the opportunity to work in close proximity to some of the greatest scientific minds of your time, but you would prefer it if you could stay in Berkeley and work under your doctoral advisor.

Seeming to sense your remaining frustration, Ernest Lawrence looks over to you, closing the folder in his hands and setting it in his lap. “You know, the more you frown, the more you’re going to get wrinkles,” he chuckles, poking your cheek causing you to frown even more.

“I still don’t know why you picked me over Lomanitz. Wouldn’t he be better at this?”

“Nah, I trust you more. Besides, you have better political ties than he does. You won��t be an issue.” He turns back to his dossier as you huff, looking out the window and watching as the brown landscape passes by.

After hours of driving, the car slowly comes to a stop, jostling you awake. Lawrence is the first to get out, moving towards his friend. Picking up your stuff, you manage to stumble out of the car, your legs miserably sore from the constant sitting.

“Physics side New Mexico, huh? My God, what a trek.” Lawrence smiles as he shakes Oppenheimer’s hand.

“That’s why you need a liaison,” Oppenheimer replies while Ernest tilts his head toward you.

“I’m appointing (Y/L/N).” Oppenheimer looks at you and smiles softly before gesturing to the driver to get your bags.

“You’re going to be okay.” You nod your head as Oppenheimer tilts his head. “Come now, we have much to discuss.” You and Lawrence follow Oppenheimer inside the building and you can’t deny how impressed you are at all of the different things going on inside. You watch in silence as Lawrence greets General Groves while Oppenheimer throws a couple of marbles into a glass bowl, causing the crowd to clap. Looking around the room, you note some familiar faces. Richard Feynman, who you’ve run into a couple of times. Of course Robert Serber, whom you’ve worked with and surprisingly Edward Teller, though you doubt he notices you. You remember bumping into him on a day that he was visiting Berkeley and then him immediately (and assumingly) exclaiming curse words in Hungarian before noticing you and shutting up. Gulping, you set down your jacket on a chair and hang in the back, out of site and out of mind.

“Well, here’s where you’ll be staying. I know it’s not much, but it does the job. Don’t mind your neighbor. We’ve gotten several complaints about him playing the piano late at night, so if it does disrupt your sleep, just let us know, we’ll figure something out,” the usher comments as you look around the bland room turning back to look at Lawrence in annoyance and even the ever so optimistic Lawrence looks like he shares some of your pity. The usher quickly leaves you and Lawrence alone.

“You owe me Ernest.”

“I promise. But you’re going to be fine. You have Oppie. He’ll help you!” Lawrence pats you on the back with a smile before looking around the barren room. “I think you can definitely spruce it up.” His comment isn’t appreciated and he can tell. Frowning, he slowly backs out of the room. “Well, do good. Don’t mess up and don’t make me look bad. Good luck.” He darts out of the room before you have the chance to say anything else. Dropping your bags, you let out a huff of annoyment.

“Just be thankful. Just be thankful.”

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The days go by faster than you initially thought. Work is hard, sure, but working with several of the smartest minds helps the work go by quickly. The nights, on the other hand, are a completely different story. Since the night you got there, you’ve been tossing and turning in your bed, slowly drifting to sleep only to be woken by the slamming of a piano. Each night this happens, and each night you only get a few hours of sleep.

The piano slams again, causing you to let out a loud sigh of discontent. Throwing back your blanket, you swing your legs out of the bed and put on your robe, intending to give your neighbor a piece of your mind.

Walking out into the cold desert night, you stomp over to the house and knock sharply against the door, hearing the piano stop and chair scraping against wood, you tap your foot against the patio and wait for your neighbor to answer the door. What you don’t expect, however, is to see Edward Teller on the other side; and based on his reaction, he wasn’t expecting to see you too.

“What do you want?”

“I want to sleep, but your piano playing is preventing me from getting any,” you comment, your arms wrapped around your body as he raises an eyebrow in amusement.

“And that’s bothering you? Tünj el!” You can tell that he is annoyed by your comment, but you frankly don’t care.

“No. It’s the slamming the keyboard that is annoying me. It’s not hard playing Bartók.” You can see his eyes widen at the mention of the composer, almost as if asking ‘you actually know him?’. “And for the record. I do know him.” Teller stiffens, looking more intimidating by the second.

“Alright, if you know so much about Bartók, why don’t you play.” His Hungarian accent is thicker than it was a few seconds ago. Not being one to back down from a challenge, you brush past him into his house and sit down at the piano, aware of the holes that Teller was drilling into your head. Reading the sheet music, you let out a little scoff as you turn back to him.

“What about this is confusing you?” Silence. “Well?”

“Just play.” Shrugging your shoulders, you turn back to the piano and place your hands on the keys. As if it was instinctual, your fingers dance across the ivory keys, playing note for note Allegro Barbaro while Teller watches on in amazement, though he will never admit that. Finishing the piece, you sit at the piano for a few seconds before turning around to face the physicist.

“Satisfied?”

“Are you like this with your studies?”

“Naturally.”

“No wonder why they call you Lawrence’s protégé.” The comment causes you to blush. Of course you and Lawrence work closely together, and you guess you could say you’re one of his best students, but that doesn’t mean you’re a protégé. Nodding your head, you quickly stand up and fix your robe.

“Right. Well. Now that you know how to play it, please don’t slam the keyboard. It wears the piano down.” Teller furrows his brows and tilts his head, taking a step closer to you. Maybe it’s lack of sleep, or maybe it’s loneliness, but you feel a pull towards him and you don’t know what to make of it. He takes another step closer until you can feel his breath on your face and it causes your heart to race. “Well, I- I should probably get going,” you stutter out, dipping away from his body and rushing out the door, unaware of the way his eyes follow.

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After finally being able to get some sleep, you wake up in the morning refreshed. By the time you get to your lab it is already bustling with personnel. If you thought that the Rad Lab in Berkeley was always busy, it really doesn’t compare to this.

“Ah, there you are,” you jump in surprise and turn around to Oppenheimer, hands clasped behind his back. “Lawrence called last night and asked me to pass along these measurements,” he hands you a piece of paper with writing on it. Clutching it in your hands, you nod in thanks, turning to leave but his hand reaches for your wrist. “Wait.”

“Yes Dr. Oppenheimer?” He lets go of your wrist and leans back on his heels, rocking back and forth.

“How are you finding it here? I haven’t seen much of you around and Lawrence asked me to keep an eye out for you.” Smiling softly, you turn your body towards the physicist.

“It’s alright. Nothing like Berkeley. I have finally been able to get some sleep.”

Nodding his head in response, he lights a cigarette and huffs it a couple of times before offering it to you, which you decline. “Good, well, keep up the good work.” He doesn’t say much else before skirting away. Shrugging your shoulders, you look down at the piece of paper, trying to make out what Oppie wrote before getting to work.

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The sun has well past set in the sky by the time you gather your things. You suppose one of the good things about working here is that you can make your own hours versus the 22 hour days Lawrence would occasionally have you pulling. Shutting off the lights, you walk down the hall, noting that most of the staff has left by now, except for a room emitting a soft glow.

Peering your head into the room, you see Teller standing at a board, chalk scribbles scattered across and his suspenders down with his shirt untucked. Assuming the lack of assembly in his dress, he’s probably not having much luck with his work. Setting your coat and bag on a chair, you walk over to him and the board, getting a much better view of the problem.

Hearing your footsteps, Teller quickly turns around and lets out a stream of curse words at your presence. “Nice to see you too,” you quickly fire back, stopping at his side and crossing your arms, eyes gazing on the board.

“Now what do you want?” You can tell that he is annoyed, but you frankly don’t care.

“I was planning on going home but I saw the light in here was on so I was wondering who is doing what. So, what are you doing?”

“I’m trying to find another component to make this more powerful than Oppenheimer’s bomb,” you don’t know if it’s frustration or tiredness, but his accent seems to get heavier the more you hear him talk.

“What have you got so far?” He looks over at you and scoffs, turning back to the board.

“A student like you wouldn’t know.”

“Try me.”

“Deuterium needs to react with something else to ignite the fusion process, but I can’t seem to think of one that would work.” He runs a hand through his hair and you can’t help but to notice how handsome the Hungarian actually is and it has your heart racing.

“What about deuterium AND tritium?” His head slowly turns to you as if saying ‘are you serious?’ “What? Try it.” He scoffs but still inputs tritium into the equation and after a few minutes, he leans back, his face red. “Well?”

“Don’t play smug,” he quickly grabs his stuff and pushes past you, rushing out of the door, leaving you to stare at the board.

“I didn’t actually expect that to work,” you laugh to yourself before grabbing your stuff and heading in for the night.

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The cyclotron hums softly in the background and if it wasn’t for people bustling around you, you’re sure you would’ve fallen asleep. Leaning back in your chair, you stretch your body with a yawn, cracking your neck from the stiffness. Scooting your chair back, you fix your outfit before heading out and walking down the hall where you know the coffee will be, but your name being said stops you in your tracks. Following the sound of the voice, you creep towards an open room, staying out of the doorframe and straining your ear.

“I can’t have her here. She is compromising my work!” Ok, so it’s Teller, but who is he talking to?

“It seems she’s helping you more than she’s compromising. Lawrence wouldn’t have sent her here if he didn’t have faith in her, and I trust Lawrence,” Oppenheimer comments as you creep closer. It’s pretty obvious that they’re talking about you, but why?

“A girl shouldn’t be working here, it’s too dangerous.” You jolt your head back in confusion. Sure, you knew that Teller probably hates your guts, but you didn’t think he would hate you this bad.

“Edward, she is just as good, if not better, than half of the scientists here. I am not going to get rid of her just because she ‘insulted’ your work.” You can distinctly hear Teller cursing before he’s walking out the door and right into you. His hard features soften upon seeing your eyes, slightly glossy, but it’s clear that you’re hurt by his words. Instead of speaking to you, he just dips his head and moves around you, rushing away leaving you standing there with an empty coffee mug. “I wouldn’t take it to heart, he doesn’t think that 90% of the staff should be here,” Oppenheimer comments from behind, causing you to jump in shock.

“It’s stupid, we’re all here for the same thing. We’re all here because we’re good enough AND smart enough to work on this project, no matter our gender.” Robert nods his head in agreement, inhaling smoke from his pipe.

“Just ignore him. Works for everyone else here.” He pats you on the back before moving to leave

“Hey, Robert?” He turns around to face you. “Thank you.” Robert nods his head before walking away.

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The clock reads 11:04 by the time you wrap up your work for the day. You knew that the days were going to be long before you came here, but you didn’t expect them to be this long. “God I’m so hungry.”

“It’s a good thing I brought some food.” His voice carries through the room, causing you to whip your head through the door only to spot the Hungarian physicist standing in the doorway, a paper bag in his hand.

“What are you doing here? I thought that you don’t want me here, let alone bring me food.” You can see his cheeks blush crimson ever so slightly as he makes his way over to you, sitting in the chair opposite of the control panel but still in your sight.

“I wanted to apologize. I shouldn’t have said those things.” His apology has your eyebrows raising in shock.

“Edward Teller? Apologizing? What world am I living in?”

“Don’t make me take it back,” he warns before scooting his chair next to yours, opening the bag and pulling out the contents. “I made some pörkölt. As an apology.” He pushes the tumbler towards you with a spoon and you’re not really sure how to react. After a moment, you take the spoon and bring a mouthful of the stew to your mouth. You don’t know what you were expecting it to taste like, but you definitely weren’t expecting it to be good.

“This is actually prett-” you can’t finish your sentence before you feel a pair of lips against yours, causing your eyes to go wide. After the shock factor dissolves, you quickly push him away, confusion written all over your face. “What the hell?”

He pulls back in confusion as well, his bushy eyebrows furrowing over his blue eyes. “Have I been reading you wrong? Are you not into me?” You have to resist the urge to slap him. Instead, you rapidly stand up, pointing a finger at him.

“Do you seriously have the audacity to ask me that? You keep me up at night with your piano playing, and then get mad when I try to help you. Then you get mad when I help you with your project. Then you insult me, talking about me behind my back, and you think that I like you? Why on earth would I be into you?” He knows you’re lying. He can tell by the way your chest raises up and down and pupils dilate. Chuckling, he stands up from his chair and steps in front of you with slight hesitation.

Grabbing a hold of your biceps, his blue eyes peer into yours. “I know you’re lying.” He doesn’t say another thing before he’s dipping his head down and pressing his lips against yours. You try to fight back, but deep down inside you can’t deny how right it feels. Giving in, your arms come up and wrap around his shoulders, anchoring him to you as you walk back until you’re pressed against a wall. It’s a minute before you break away, both of you gasping for air, his body heat radiating to you and it makes you nervous.

“We shouldn’t, we’re in public you know.” He scoffs and looks around the room, especially the dark windows and dark hallway.

“No one is here,” he replies as his hands drop to your hips, his thumbs brushing your skin underneath your shirt. “If it’s that much of a problem, we can go back to my place.” His offer has you pausing for a minute, but if you’re being honest with yourself, you don’t mind getting down and dirty in the lab. Shrugging your shoulders, your hands push off his jacket as he lets it fall to the floor, his head slotted between your head and shoulder.

“I think I’m good here,” you can feel the smirk of his lips against your neck as his teeth drag across your skin, causing your eyes to flutter shut. Pulling you into him, you’re completely enveloped by his warmth as his hands creep lower, one hand resting on the small of your back and the other on your ass, fingers flexing as if he wants to do more but there’s still some hesitation. “Teller…”

“Edward, please.”

“Edward, you know you can touch me,” the confirmation is all he needs before he’s hoisting you into the air and carrying you over to a desk, placing you down and slotting himself between your legs. You watch as he breaks away from you, shoving down his suspenders and loosening his tie. Reaching between your bodies, you pop the buttons of your shirt off and chuck it to the floor, exposing your breasts which catch his attention. Wasting no time, his hands find themselves on your breasts, squeezing firmly, causing arousal to pool in between your legs. It’s been a while since you’ve been with a man. Working in the Rad Lab under Lawrence doesn’t really give you much of a life, let alone a love life, so just having another man touch you is really enough to send you spiraling. “Edward, I can’t wait,” you whine, your hands finding his belt as he lets out a huff of amusement.

“That impatient, hmm?” You nod your head in response, hopping down from the table to remove your skirt and underwear as he works on his slacks, pulling out his member with ease. Shoving his hand out of the way you take hold of his growing arousal and flick your wrist up and down in languid motions, causing him to let out a low moan. Despite the fact that your hand is jerking him off, it is odd to you to see the impersonal Edward Teller so vulnerable.

Deciding that enough was enough, Teller gently removes your hand and picks you up with ease, placing you down on the desk as he slots himself between your legs. “You ready?” Nodding your head, your heart races with anticipation. You can hear soft Hungarian coming from his lips as he guides the head of his shaft between your folds before slowly pushing in, him grunting softly and you squeezing your eyes shut, trying to relax your body as much as possible. “Are you okay?” His blue eyes peer down to yours as his thumbs softly run across your hips.

Swallowing down any pain, you nod your head, wiggling your hips as you stretch around him. “Yeah, I’m fine.” He hesitated but nodded his head, a strand of his dark hair falling on his forehead as he slowly moves in and out of you, his brows furrowed in concentration. After a minute of him holding himself back, pleasure starts replacing the pain and it has your toes curling. He feels.. just right, you think to yourself as your eyes find him as lust taking over. “You can go faster.” It’s all the instruction he needs before his pace picks up and it causes you to snort. Who would have thought that Teller can actually take direction?

“What’s so funny?” His voice stirs you back to the reality of him above you, hands digging into your hips and you don’t doubt that it will leave a bruise or two. Reaching up, you thread your hands through his soft hair and pull his face down to yours, your lips meeting halfway with his as the desk creaks underneath you. The already stiff room slowly starts to swelter as sweat begins to glisten both of your bodies. Breaking away from the kiss, Teller places his head between your shoulder and neck, biting down on your exposed flesh as he thrusts into you rapidly. Your legs wrap around his hips, bringing him in impossibly closer and it causes you to let out a loud moan and you can feel his lips twitch upward against your neck.

“That’s right, keep making sounds for me édesem.” You’re not really sure what he’s saying, but you’d be lying if you said that it didn’t turn you on, and he notices. Straightening his posture, he looks down at you with a smirk as his hips rock against yours. “Does me speaking Hungarian turn you on édesem?” You clench around him, accidentally proving your point and you cringe before he leans back over you, his member hitting a deeper angle that has your eyes rolling in the back of your head. “Micsoda mocskos lány.” He whispers against your ear, one hand reaching down between your bodies and finding your clit causing you to whine. “Alig várom, hogy elélvezz nekem.”

“Edward.” Your moan echoes in his ear as his fingers deftly rub your clit.

“Fogadok, hogy tetszik. Ugye, mocskos kislányom?” You hate to admit it, and you’ll probably deny it, but hearing him speak in his mother tongue has your orgasm nearing.

“Please,” you beg, your nails scratching against his back. “I need to cum.” Nodding his head, his hips shallowly grind against your, his dick dragging against your velvety walls as his fingers continue to rub your bundle of nerves.

“Cum nekem, Szerelmem. Cum for me,” the switch back to English sends you toppling over the edge and you clench around his member, your orgasm crashing through your body as he continues to thrust in and out of you despite his hips beginning to falter. “Bassza meg, olyan gyönyörű vagy.” He grunts, his thrusts becoming erratic. “Where?”

“On me.” Nodding his head, he quickly pulls out with a moan and shoots his spend all over your stomach, his chest heaving up and down as his eyes flutter shut in relief for a second. After he comes down from his high he looks down at you with a smile.

“Olyan gyönyörű vagy alattam.” He grabs a couple of napkins from the bag and wipes your stomach as you prop yourself up on your arms, body glistening with sweat.

“What were you saying?” He smiles before helping you down from the table as the two of you start redressing.

“Nothing important, édesem. We should probably clean up,” he gestures to the floor around you littered with papers. When did they get knocked off?

“Huh, I don’t remember them falling off,” you comment, kneeling on the ground with shaky legs and picking up the papers, Teller helping you before a throat clears in the hallway, causing the both of you to look up.

“If you guys are going to fuck, please keep it out of the lab,” Oppenheimer comments, puffing his pipe before walking away causing you to tilt your head in shame and Teller to quickly stand up, his face beet red.

“You do this too! Seggfej!” The room falls quiet as tension grows between you and Teller stand awkwardly across from each other.

“So.”

“What did this mean?” You ask as you turn away, placing the papers back on the desk and fixing them, trying to avoid his gaze in case he rejects you.

Teller takes a step towards you as his hand cups your face and turns it to him. “It means that I like you. I know it doesn’t seem like that, but I do. You challenge me in a way that not alot of other people can do and I want that in my life. I want you in my life. If you want to be?” A smile graces your face as you nod your head.

“Yeah, I think I’ll like that.” Teller smiles in response, dropping his hand from your face and gathering his things.

“Good, would you like for me to accompany you home?”

“We’re heading the same way, so sure,” offering him a smile, you flip off the lights to the lab and take his hand in yours, “next time though, let’s do it somewhere else.”

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sketches from photos

#anatomy? where we're going we don't need anatomy #just a doodle for fun #oc:red

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Werewolves designs and other shit

Got bored- Remembered I have free choice to make posts on anything I want... So here I am with opinions no one asked for. As the title suggests, it's about werewolves. Starting off, I don't believe I need to explain what a werewolf is. However, I'll put it out there that in most descriptions and depictions it's meant to be a humanoid wolf. I say this because you'll find that in some movies or books it's just a person turning into a giant wolf with no human features or movement such as standing on two legs. (Or like a minotaur situation where the body is a human, but the head is a wolf.)

Here I've collected just human references and anatomy- This is so I can make comparisons and such. Humans vary heavily in the way that we look, due to things such as lifestyle and genetics. At base level, of course we're HUMAN. However, things like our body types, hair texture, eye colour or shape and yada yada all can change the way we look and create differences between us and somebody else.

This is the same for wolves, though maybe not as noticeable compared to humans? Mostly things like their size, coat colour or thickness and etc is what separates them from one another. Looking at their head shapes also can show what species they may be. Generally, they're a pretty lean animal seeing as wolves are known for their running endurance to hunt prey. Being too big would slow them down... I mention this because some depictions of werewolves people make them too muscular in my opinion? It's like they're hairy body builders. Speaking of werewolves- Let me try draw this post back to where I started it! First I wanna look at almost shifted werewolves, so not fully transformed.

(Also I will be using depictions and characters which aren't labelled necessarily as a ''werewolf'' but share many features or similarities. For example, Bigby from The Wolf Among Us.) The common things we usually see is an increase in hairiness, canine growth and eyes becoming highlighted- Usually yellow, though sometimes the werewolf maintains their natural eye colour. We also have ears becoming pointed and the area around the eyebrows and forehead starting to protrude more. All of these things when done right I enjoy in a werewolf design! Though, it's a given that some do it better than others... One of my favourite werewolf designs and transformations has to go to the movie An American Werewolf In London.

This to me is one of the PEAKS of werewolves in media. I could probably make a full post on just this movie... It's one of the most iconic designs and for good reason. Not to mention, I love practical effects, especially in horror. One of my dreams is to make a movie with them. Enough gushing though. What do I like? Well, it's grotesque nature really. A transformation shouldn't just be BAM you're a ball of fur in my eyes. The amount of change is crazy and so glossed over.

The transformation literally has bones extending along with all the muscles and tissues alongside. Don't even get me started on what the organs may have to be doing? A human heart could not support a werewolf body, it just wouldn't be big enough... That muscle would literally have to increase in size to be able to deal with the power behind the body of a wolf. Yes, I'm aware they're supernatural and I shouldn't try heavily to apply science to them... However, I don't care? A TRANSFORMATION WOULD BE HORRFIC AND PAINFUL, SO IT SHOULD BE SHOWN AS SUCH! It's also why I headcanon that turned werewolves have the chance of just dying straight up with their first transformation, compared to ones just born as a werewolf because of how extreme the change is. Anyway! Some more designs.

I think what some suffer from, is leaning either too close to a human and or leaning too close to a wolf? They can't find a balance and at times it's like a worse rendition of the Cats movie.

Like here, the werewolves from The Quarry almost lean into some classic vampire depictions. The teeth I like! But the lack of hair and flatter snout just means it's not really screaming WEREWOLF at me.. More so a general mutant. (QUICK ADD! A flatter snout doesn't always break a design. It's just when other features such as hair are also lacking that it starts becoming less wolf in nature to me.) We've also got a more recent werewolf to look at... Which is Enid from the Wednesday show. Because fucking hell, that was a disappointment? She ended up looking like a mix between the Ice Age baby and Diego the saber tooth tiger.

They did her so fucking dirty... And it would actually be very simple to fix! This could be salvaged- It just wasn't. Somebody saw that design and green lit it and whoever you are, why? I think I'll end this here now because I've reached the image limit... If anyone has any questions about certain things I've mentioned, feel free. I also want to state that this is pure opinion and by no means supposed to spread hate towards anything? It's your world, if you wanna draw your werewolves like the Sims 4, who am I to stop you? THIS IS MAL OUT! AND IF YOU'VE READ ALL OF THIS YOU'RE SOMEHOW MORE UNHINGED THAN I AM CURRENTLY. (I MAY MAKE A PT 2 AS I DO HAVE MORE THOUGHTS AND MENTIONS TO MAKE.)

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Wifelink: Murders! #sponsored

Welcome back to the best dumb idea I've ever had! Murder has come to the City of Guilds. Well, murder lives here, but it's crept out of the shadows, crawled up from the undercity, slunk through steam and oozed its way out of the breeding pools, and guild leaders are dropping like coins from a debtor's mouth. Who could be responsible? Who could be next? Who was that woman slipping furtively into an alley, and what's her deal? Is she single? Some of these questions and more will be answered on today's episode. Live from Ravnica, this... is Wifelink.

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WAIT, WE'RE DOING RAVNICA? DIDN'T YOU SKIP A COUPLE SETS

What are you, Azorius? I've never felt any fondness for Eldraine, and I really didn't vibe with the new Ixalan set, so we're doing the Ravnica Murder Mystery set. I'm not going to do every single set that comes out or this will be my full-time job by 2026.

Cold Case Cracker (art by Wayne Wu)

Some things are very simple. Good cheekbones and the classic trench coat with the wide belt. I particularly enjoy the way her hair looks more like strips of fabric or parchment.

Merchant of Truth (art by Carissa Susilo)

"Goth angel" works on me every time, and this piece is particularly gorgeous - the composition and that dress, my goodness. You don't see a lot of angels from behind in Magic, on account of you would have to figure out what the anatomy and clothing situation is where the wings connect to the back, and Carissa has solved the clothing problem rather elegantly, and refused to engage with the anatomy problem at all. I can respect that.

I've never quite understood what's going on with Orzhov angels - I think they're mostly supposed to be disillusioned ex-Boros, but they don't really get much of a voice in story. You've got the flavor text on Angel of Despair, "it is as if their duty is to an empty void," but that's a quote from the most Boros of all the angels. Perhaps it's simply that the Orzhov don't labor under the same illusions as the other white-aligned guilds - the Boros and the Azorius and as we see in this story, even the Selesnya are all firmly entrenched in the idea that they stand for what's Right and Good on Ravnica, but ultimately they stand only for themselves and their own power and pre-eminence. The Orzhov, at least, make no secret of this. Maybe that's a comfort, to an angel.

Experiment Twelve (art by Michele Giorgi)

Oh baby girl the Simic fucked you right up, didn't they. Claws and scales and some sort of muzzle - do you feel like an animal, now? Do you hate what they did to you, or do you glory in your new sharpness? Did you escape, or are you on their leash? Are you hunted, or am I?

Bubble Smuggler (art by Leesha Hannigan)

This is Glovax. I've only had them for a day but if anything happened to them I would kill everyone in the room and then myself.

Honestly I'm disconsolate that this isn't a real animal that exists in the world and that I'll never get to rescue one from an aquarium and have an octopus fish best friend for life. You know that soul-sick feeling you get when you remember that Anomalocaris has been extinct for 500 million years ago and that you will never be able to pet one? Yeah. Goddammit they're going to make this a pet on Arena and I will spend real earth dollars on it.

ALL THESE TENTACLES AND STILL THE BIGGEST SUCKER IS YOU. NOW MAKE WITH THE LEGENDARIES

Etrata, Deadly Fugitive (art by Livia Prima)

I have looked at a whole lot of Etrata art, and do you want to know my considered opinion? This outfit fucking rules. It's got one and a quarter sleeves, thirteen visible buckles, a circular collar that connects only at the sternum, and a clingy ankle-length skirt with a slit damn near up to the thigh to reveal more buckles. It is the least practical outfit I can imagine an assassin wearing short of an inflatable dinosaur costume but god, it looks like it's meant for deadly stealth, and I am in love. Etrata is broody and gorgeous and has a big knife and extraordinarily naked shoulders, and what else could you want?

Judith, Carnage Connoisseur (art by Jodie Muir)

A look specifically crafted to elicit "step on me mommy"s from the general public. I'm on record as saying that there's no way Judith does any sort of aftercare, so maybe have a Selesnya cleric on speed-dial if you're gonna run that risk.

Judith, Carnage Connoisseur (alternate art by Alex Dos Diaz)

I think Loxodon Hierarch is screening my calls.

Honestly, I would do stupid, stupid things for a pretty girl with red eyes, sharp nails and facial scarring. I'm not sure what kinds of things I would do for a pretty girl with gold flame decals on her arms, but based on prior evidence, they would probably also be extremely stupid.

Izoni, Center of the Web (art by Justine Cruz)

It's weird how people get locked in your memory at the point in time you knew them. You know you've changed a lot since then, and if you thought about it you'd agree other people might well also have changed, but you don't think about it, and then you run into an old friend or an ex and the things you knew them for, the things you've tied their memory to in your mind, aren't even still part of their life.

So Izoni, my beloved Izoni, Ravnica's foremost bug girl and finder of beetles, has moved on with her life in the past six years. She's into spiders now, that's her thing. She's a spider girl. And that's cool, spiders are cool, too, but the way this went in my head I was going to tell her about the mantis-riders of Tarkir and the dune-beetles of Amonkhet and the behavioral quirks of giant ants on Innistrad and now, instead, I'm not sure what to say. "You're looking well," I suppose, or something about, "so, leading the Swarm now? How's that going for you?"

Analyze the Pollen (art by Anna Christenson)

It's not even that big a change, really. Hardly noticeable. She still has that same intensity, that same curiosity. Her brows still furrow in concentration. She's still covered in crawling things, and she is still the most beautiful woman on Ravnica. Spiders or insects, what's the difference? All it means is that six years have passed. All it means is that the places and people you love continue to move in your absence. All it means is that you're both talking past each other to your echoes, to the people you used to know, who no longer exist. Time has eaten them both.

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HEY. HELLO FLESH IS A RAKDOS JOINT, RIGHT

- in the middle of the ad read, dude?

YOU SAID HELLBENDER CHEFS DO THE CHARCUTERIE. THAT'S JUDITH'S PLACE

Yeah, what about it?

DO YOU THINK SHE'S GONNA BE GOOD WITH CONTENT SHE SPONSORED CALLING SOMEONE ELSE THE MOST BEAUTIFUL WOMAN IN RAVNICA

Ah.

OR LIKE DO YOU THINK SHE'S GENERALLY COMFORTABLE SHARING THE SPOTLIGHT

...so thank you all so much for listening to this episode of Wifelink! I'm going to lay low for a bit, and if my body turns up face-down in an undercity canal, y'all know who did it.

#ravnica #murders at karlov manor

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Doctor Y/n - Attending Orthopedic Surgeon - 9 - Grey's Anatomy x Fem!Reader

Peeling back the duvet, you glanced down at the sleeping Allison who had snuck into the bed again whilst you asleep.

"Good morning Ally, time to get up before Luna starts her alarm call for your auntie Joey." You watched as the sleeping child began to stir from her dreamland.

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"Joey, I'm going to get in the shower!" You declared after Owen had picked up Allison to take her and Leo to the park, bonding time for the children with Owen's mother, plus his sister Megan and her son Farouk.

Teddy was already at work, so you took your shower alone whilst Jo was up with Luna already in the kitchen when you heard the knock at the door and Jo going to answer it.

"Why are you dressed like a pigeon?"

"I'm a phoenix! Phoenix Fest!" Schmitt defended his costume, "what happened to your hair? Are you having a nervous breakdown?"

"No! I was trying to lighten my hair a few shades but I fell asleep, and Braces is in the shower after staying up with Allison who wouldn't sleep. I try to study when Luna's sleeping and Teddy and Braces have Allison and also Leo and Rory who visit now, but- help me!" Jo got louder and louder as she prepared a bottle for Luna.

"Do you have scissors?" Schmitt carefully asked, grimacing as Luna began to cry and Jo sighed.

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"Okay, I will see you two later!" You nodded to Jo, then glancing at Luna before getting out of the car, not seeing Jo fail to follow as you headed into Grey Sloan for your shift.

"Tandem cyclists crashed. Rider in the back flew about 10 feet, she's hypotensive and presents with numbness in her legs, possible spinal fractures." Nico explained as he caught up to where you had caught up with Link.

"Swell." Link's smile was fake, reminding you of how he had turned up at the penthouse needing a place to crash after his proposal to Amelia went south.

"Might want to lose the happy face. Patient might be paralysed." Nico replied as you raised an eyebrow, realising things were probably even worse than you thought.

"I don't want to look how I feel, Nico, which is like I want to break the whole world into a million pieces and bury it so no one can find it." Link put on another fake smile as the three of you grabbed gloves.

"Maybe we should take this one then?" You offered, gesturing between yourself and Nico, the patient talking about how her wife had steered the bike into a family's day out in the park, and a nearby priest who had been visiting the duck pond.

"Y/n, her wife, Ms Correa, bed three." Winston instructed you, and as you headed over to the patient bed in question, you were glad it was you Winston sent, and not Link, as Amelia's face broke into a smile at seeing you.

"Can someone make sure that the priest is okay?"

"Priest?" Your nose crinkled in confusion, looking to Amelia for an explanation.

"They ran over a priest visiting the duck pond."

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Nico, Link and Amelia were in the OR whilst you were in the ER, looking for anyone who could help Schmitt restore a patient's face after blasting it off with illegal fireworks, a patient who was apparently on shrooms.

It was Webber who returned with a plastics candidate who was interviewing.

"Did you pull that doctor from the interview-"

"We needed a plastics surgeon, I gave privileges." Webber replied, heading to go try to re-arrange the interview with Dr Lin, whilst you were prowling the ER for ortho cases.

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"Y/n!" Megan Hunt spotted you almost immediately after having calmed Owen down from the fact that a priest had died after colliding with bikes that had almost hit his family, including Allison and Leo.

"Hello, Megan!" You froze for a moment before the woman pulled you into a hug.

"Come on, we're all going to the bar to raise a class for Father Christopher, and I haven't seen you in ages but Allison kept asking for her mommy and mama at the park today." Megan smiled, looking over at where Teddy was watching you both with a smile on her face.

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Two incoming message(s)

Link: Found Jo sat in her car in the car park.

Link: She couldn't take Luna in to daycare and leave her.

One unread message

Link: What happened to Jo's hair?

Y/n: sleep deprivation and a hair lightening kit

You barely managed to type a reply to Link before Allison was in front of you, her hands on your knees wanting up.

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"Okay I'm not going to tell you how to parent your son, but this is not going in Luna's bag. Hey, Braces, is Ally finally asleep?" Jo spotted you wrapped in a blanket, looking exhausted but you still tried to help with Link and Jo preparing the bags for Luna and Scout.

Especially since Amelia had headed to Minnesota, and Scout had decided to stop sleeping through the night.

"Teddy is dropping Leo off at Owen's, I think Scout is asleep and my job is now to try save Elsa's cape which ended up in the dishwasher? Leo's world, we just live in it." You concluded as you began to examine the remains of the cape.

"Too bad Jackson left, this cape needs plastics to restore it, and I don't think I can ship it to Boston."

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"All of the children are at daycare, one form or another. Cody texted me a photo of Rory and everything... and Arizona just texted me a photo of Sofia, wow it's been forever since I've seen them!"

"Should we shelve the Elsa costume?" Teddy enquired, confusing you and Owen with the new conversation topic.

"What?" Owen frowned whilst you jumped to wanting an explanation.

"Why?"

"You know, put Leo in more t-shirts and jeans? Just, is that the right parenting move?" Teddy asked, glancing between you and Owen, before reaching for your hand as she noticed you shift nervously.

"Did something happen?" Owen enquired but Teddy shook it off.

"None of the other kids at daycare are wearing costumes, so I just..."

"I think Leo should decide what Leo wants to wear. I didn't have much growing up, clothes especially. Costumes of characters never happened, so I think... I am being called." You headed out as the scans were up for Owen and Teddy's patient.

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Amelia calling you from Minnesota took you by surprise as you headed into the Residents Olympics, sitting with Jo and Link.

"I found a strawberry in my patient."

"Back in med school, I found a yam." Link added, eating more crisps before putting bets on the residents.

"Brussel sprouts. Plural." You added in, making Jo and Link look at you in shock.

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"Look at you two, breaking rules and saving lives. Too bad I prefer Teddy with Y/n than my own brother." Megan Hunt sassed as Owen looked offended and Teddy tried not to laugh.

You were completely in the dark about their patient, and the actions that would follow everything.

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Your phone buzzed with an email, opening your phone to see Callie had sent you a research article to read. You barely had time to open it as Jo sent a message to you.

Joey: please hurry home, Link is singing depressing lullabies

"I'm worried, I want Leo to be okay in the world, what if-"

"What if we let him be himself?" Owen suggested, smiling as he spotted you sat on the floor of the daycare, helping Leo put on Elsa's cape.

"I'm worried that the world won't be kind. I'm worried that it will be hard. I'm worried that people will be cruel." Teddy confessed, her eyes lingering on where you were grinning and singing Let It Go with Leo and Allison.

"Maybe they will be. Y/n has seen more hardship and cruelty as a child than any child should, but despite my first judgements, S/n is great with the kids. Leo's happy, let's just let him be happy, okay?" Owen suggested, smiling as Leo spotted them both and made a beeline, whilst you pushed the pushchair that Allison had been put in.

"Let's get you all home." You barely heard what Owen said as Teddy walked over to you, holding Leo in her arms but leaning in to kiss your cheek.

"Hi, love. How was your day?"

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Water and Rock

Pairings: Obi Wan/FemReader

Warnings/Tags: (more to come) explicit content, smut, drug use, dubcon

Chapter Wordcount: 5K

Description: There are only so many excuses a master and padawan can make to kiss under "extenuating circumstances" before circumstances stop arising and start being created. You are an expert at your craft - a Jedi knight in service as a spy for the Republic. When your former master Obi Wan joins you on a mission, it's clear things aren't the same as they once were. The trials you face together may break your bond, or turn it into something else entirely.

Chapter 3

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You lie there, staring up at the white ceiling of the pod, counting the minutes until this is over. You think you've reached twenty when Obi Wan shifts beside you, brushing your arm, and your thoughts are interrupted.

You've shared close quarters before; this shouldn't be new to you. But everything feels new after what you felt back in the ceremonial chamber. Nothing is the same now that you know what his mouth feels like against yours.

"I think we're safe at last," he says quietly beside you. "They've gone."

You nod. You can feel it, as well. The Torthix have finally filed off into their separate areas, presumably to complete the rest of their act. You're alone in the quiet, dark woods.

"What do you think they'll do when they come back?"

Obi Wan turns to face you, and part of you wishes he wouldn't. Not when you're in freshly washed sheets, finally comfortable for the first time in days, and his hair is messy, and his eyes are soft. "I don't think we need to worry. They seem unfamiliar with human anatomy. I'm certain we can come up with a story for them."

You sigh, nodding. You look over at him briefly, then turn your eyes back to the ceiling of your little enclosure. "At least it's comfortable. Maybe we can get some rest."

He pushes his head back into the bedding, closing his eyes. "I wouldn't mind that."

You smile at the way his voice immediately becomes lower, as if the instant you remind him that sleep exists, his tiredness catches up with him.

"Sleep. I'll wake you when they come back."

He drifts off, but they come back more quickly than you'd anticipated, and within a few minutes you reluctantly shake his shoulder, pulling him back to consciousness with an urgent whisper.

"They're outside."

He blinks heavily and takes a deep inhale, then snaps to attention when he seems to remember where he is. You both lie in wait, wondering why they aren't knocking or trying to enter. After a few more moments, they depart, leaving you alone again. You turn and face Obi Wan, the same quizzical look on his face as you have on yours.

"Do you think they're... waiting? For us to...?"

"Perhaps they were just walking past," he answers. You recognize the tone of voice he uses when he's trying to be reassuring despite all evidence against him.

Your quiet breathing fills the silence again. After a long time, you speak.

"When they ask us, what should we say?"

He doesn't look at you. "That we fulfilled their request."

"And if they ask for more than that?"

"We will tell them whatever it is they want to hear."

"What if words aren't enough?"

"They will be."

"We should have a plan if-"

"That is the plan, young one."

There's an edge to his voice that tells you he would like the conversation to go no further.

You swallow, heat rising in your face. You're torn between the embarrassment of the subject matter and the indignance that rises in you when he calls you that. You may have been his padawan once, but those days have long passed.

"General." You pause to get his attention. "I realize the situation is less than ideal, but speaking as an expert in the field of deception, it's unwise to approach this unprepared."

His eyelashes flutter closed and you can sense his frustration, perhaps at the situation, perhaps at himself. "You're right, of course. Please, if you have any thoughts, share them."

You're caught off guard, not expecting his response. You have to think for a moment. "Well, for a start we should at least remove our outer clothing."

Obi Wan sits up, silently complying with your request. He removes his belt and boots, and shrugs out of his outer robes, leaving only his undershirt. You follow his example, lying back down when you've disrobed. You remain steady and poised. Whatever is needed to complete a mission, it will be done. In this case, your mission is to get off this moon, and you mean to keep your focus on that goal.

You look to the side, unable to meet his eyes anymore. "And... if they ask for details, we need to be comfortable enough sharing them. They might suspect something if we don't want to answer questions."

"We can simply tell them it's the nature of our people to keep these things private."

You frown a little. You don't want to argue his point, but you've worked enough undercover assignments to know that a backup plan is always necessary. In your line of work, making up the details as you go can end a mission swiftly in failure.

"I think it would be best if we discussed it, at least."

He doesn't answer right away, and you notice his body shift slightly away from yours. "Of course."

You nod slowly. "So, if we're asked to describe it for them, how should we respond?"

You can hear his breathing quicken. "We'll tell them that you are considered female, and I am considered male. We joined our bodies in a way that created pleasure."

You give him a soft smile with a raised eyebrow, not saying anything in return, waiting for him to fill the silence.

He sighs, eyes closed. When he opens them, he looks at you, and his gaze is penetrating. "If they ask for more than that, I will say whatever is needed to get us out of here. I'll tell them every touch... everything I did to you. I promise."

You hold his gaze, unable to pull your eyes away. You note his choice of words - what he did to you. It sounded almost non-consensual. In a way, it would be. But for some reason, it bothers you to imagine him thinking of it that way. You need him to know that you're in this together and not just his willing victim, but you're unsure how to express it.

"I... have another suggestion."

He watches you expectantly but doesn't respond.

"You could... give me a mark somewhere. If you were comfortable with it."

You're pushing outside of acceptable boundaries and you know it. But you also know now isn't the time to be reserved. He's quiet for so long that you start to wonder if he even heard you. Then he finally speaks.

"Comfortable isn't quite the word I would use."

"It was just an idea," you backpedal quickly. "Not absolutely necessary."

His eyes haven't left yours. "I didn't say no, Commander. This is not my area of expertise. It's yours."

Your breath catches. "It's... something I've done in the past that proved convincing enough."

An emotion resembling surprise passes over his features. "If you've done it before, then perhaps you should show me what you have in mind."

He moves closer, pulling the bedding to the side, and suddenly you can hear your heart pounding in your ears. You look away for a moment and reach out into the force. This is not new for you. You have to disguise emotions, hide feelings, and simulate attractions all the time.

Just... not when you're looking into the eyes of the man who guided you for years and taught you to become what you are. Not when he's looking back at you, nervously running his hand through his hair to fix it back into place.

You ground yourself in the force, anchoring your consciousness to the gentle ebb and flow of the universe, letting the familiar vibrations steady your mind and pull you back from the emotions you're fighting. The rush of blood in your ears quiets. You can do this.

"I'll... use my mouth on your neck. Is that okay?"

He gives you a solemn nod, looking into your eyes. He's not smiling, but his eyes still hold the glimmer that never seems to leave him. "I'll follow your lead."

You carefully lean into him, pressing him back into the bedding, and he turns his head slightly to the side, giving you access. Since you've been traveling for days, he's not as meticulously groomed as he usually is, and beard trails down into stubble along the length of his neck.

As you lower your mouth, the smell of him goes straight to your head. It fills your chest with warmth, grounding you and intoxicating you at the same time. Your lips meet his skin and he shifts below you, a soft breath leaving him. At the sound of the small exhale, you know you've lost the battle to stay impassive. His reaction was nearly undetectable, but it sends fire through your veins nonetheless.

You kiss the soft expanse of skin he's exposed for you gently at first, still giving him a chance to stop you or push you away, but he doesn't. He leans his head away, giving you more space. You close your eyes and flatten your tongue against the tendons in his neck, starting to suck and kiss more urgently. Somewhere in the back of your mind is a voice reminding you that this isn't about pleasure and using your tongue against him wasn't part of the deal, but the taste is exquisite and it's impossible to hear the voice anymore when he lets out a soft sigh.

The sigh turns deeper when you pull down the collar of his shirt and let your mouth drop lower. You know you should stop yourself, but with each inch he gives you, you're growing more bold. You keep expecting him to tell you to stop, to scold you for taking it too far, but instead you just feel his body tensing beneath you, wordlessly allowing it. Responding to it.

The sensation makes your head swim.

You press your mouth hard against him, then graze your teeth against the sensitive patch of skin. He takes in a sharp breath, and you lathe your tongue over the damage you've caused, sucking and kissing until you know you'll start to lose yourself if you go on any longer, finally pulling back to inspect your work. Your breath is shaky, although you're using full concentration on not letting it show.

His chest is rising and falling a little faster than it had been, and when you break away his mouth falls open, jaw going slack for just an instant before he snaps it back into place with a quick swallow. Your eyes are fixated on the mark you've left. His perfect skin, faintly bronzed from his time in the suns of countless planets, now dark and purple. You did that to him. He let you.

His presence in the force is even, quiet, demure. You know he can feel the turbulence within your presence, but you're doing your best to make it less obvious. You focus on his aura, trying to match its tranquility, but you're having difficulty. You realize then that it's very quiet. Fainter even than it is when he sleeps.

Is he... suppressing his presence?

The muscles in his neck tense as he rolls to one side, then sits up on his elbows to look at you. You expect him to say something - a joke; one of the smart little remarks he's so fond of making, but... nothing. He just rolls his body over yours, his arm gently hooking around you. Your shoulders comply with his request and you lie back, his eyes never leaving yours.

He leans down, bringing his mouth to yours and leaving it there, only the merest of separation between you. His eyes trace over your face. One little move is all it would take... A tiny adjustment of your chin and you would brush your lips against his. Your pulse is racing. You know that you should be saying something at this point, questioning what he's doing, or stopping him, but your mind is numb.

He leans forward, past your lips, to your ear. Your eyes close, nerves buzzing through every inch of you. He pulls in a breath as if he's about to speak, or perhaps as if he's about to lower his mouth further to your neck. His beard grazes your cheek and it's difficult to keep yourself from shuddering. Just when you can feel his mouth open, a knock comes at the outside of the pod, echoing through the base of the tree.

You're flooded equally with frustration and relief. Obi Wan's head snaps up and he quickly pulls himself from you, while you scramble to reach your clothing, until you remember the entire point is to look as if you've been caught without them on.

You sit up, pulling the bedding over yourself and giving Obi Wan a nervous glance before opening the hinges of the pod door. Outside stands a lone Torthix - the leader.

He wastes no time. "Gather your things, Jedi, and follow."

You trade another glance, but you do as he says. Quickly pulling on your clothing and grabbing your pack, you follow him as he guides you silently through the woods. You pass several other tree pods as you walk, some empty, some... not. You try not to think about what must be happening all around you.

You try to calm your nerves and return your heartrate to normal as you walk, pretending to be as unfazed as you are working any other job, any other mission. When you finally come out of the more populated area and find yourselves deeper into the forest, with the lights of civilization far behind you, the Torthix leader speaks again.

"Ahead you will find the bridge of Conscia." He fixes his piercing black eyes on you. "You have proven that you mean us no harm, and you will be allowed to go in peace. I hope you will not think too harshly of our people. This is a sacred time for us, but it is also a time of aggression and upheaval. It is my duty to guide my people through this ceremony each season without death and conflict."

Obi Wan bows his head graciously. "You have proven yourself a wise and capable leader. We are in your debt."

"I must carry on our traditions and show due suspicion of outsiders in order to placate some in our society. You have shown me that you are not a threat. However, there are those who would not agree with me. For this reason, you must leave before the ceremony can end."

"We will take your advice," you tell him, nodding. "Thank you."

The leader turns and leaves, and you are left with one another, alone in the dim light of the forest. As the alien figure disappears into the distance, you turn back to Obi Wan. He's staring straight forward, down the path ahead.

"We should get going."

He starts walking quickly, hardly giving you a chance to catch up. As the woods darken around you the further you get away from the Torthix, you ignite your lightsaber as a means of navigating the path. The green glow washes over Obi Wan, the shadows in his face deepening.

"I never would have expected that."

"Hm?" he glances over distractedly. "What do you mean?"

"He seemed so dedicated to the customs and traditions, and it was all an act to keep power. Or to keep their society intact. Both, I suppose. Anyway, it worked to our advantage, which is all that matters."

"Right. Yes."

You give a moment's pause, walking in silence, then look over at him again. "At least we didn't have to prove anything to anyone."

He doesn't answer. His eyes face forward, and he keeps walking.

"Master, are you-"

"I'm going to go on ahead."

He doesn't give you a chance to say anything back, putting a few feet of distance between you, and leaving you to slow down behind him, stunned. Your eyes follow him as he ignites his saber and keeps striding forward, his steps rigid and his pace steadily quickening.

You want to call after him, but his tone was so curt that it didn't leave much room for misinterpretation - he doesn't want to speak to you. You pick up your pace once more, following at a good distance.

You think back, retracing your mental steps. Had you done something wrong? At the time, it seemed that you were on even footing. Images of his expression flicker through your mind. His closed eyes, his soft breaths... had he been hating every second you'd been touching him? You suddenly feel ill. You had known it wasn't his first choice to approach the situation but... with his reaction to the kiss you'd shared, you'd thought you were both consenting to the madness together.

As he continues on ahead, you take a deep breath, trying to get centered. One way or another, the mission will end, and then you can worry about whether you did the right thing, and whether your former master will ever speak to you to same way again. For now, all that matters is keeping your focus and getting home.

You can see the beginning of the massive bridge in the distance, illuminated by Obi Wan's lightsaber ahead of you on the trail. He's slowing down, waiting for you. When you close the gap, he takes the first step onto the bridge, and nearly takes a blaster shot to the head.

You spin around, searching the darkness. You sense large numbers, but you don't yet see them. All at once, the night lights up with blaster bolts, coming from every angle. You deflect and dodge, angling the shots back into the trees and backing away, toward the bridge.

"Which way?" you shout.

Obi Wan looks toward the bridge and you know he's having the same thoughts as you are, wondering if it's best to expose yourselves as easy targets on the bridge or stay here and keep fighting an unknown number of assailants. He starts down the bridge.

"The only way," he answers, slicing the air with ferocity and precision as he backs away. His saber comes down inches from your face as he deflects a bolt that would have ended you.

You nod in thanks and keep running, protecting yourself as best you can. As you scramble across the bridge, your enemies reveal themselves at last. More Torthix. Evidently the leader had been telling the truth about some members of the village being less than thrilled with your release.

"Stop!" you tell them. "Your leader has given us permission to leave!"

"It was a poor decision," one of the attackers snarls back as he keeps blasting. "We are here to correct it."

"So much for diplomacy," you mumble, deflecting yet another barrage.

You race down the bridge, making it halfway before a blaster bolt catches Obi Wan's leg, searing through his clothing and sending him stumbling to the ground.

You shout after him, trying to keep your concentration on repelling the onslaught, but unable to keep yourself from glancing down at him. Once the initial impact wears off, he leaps back to his feet and continues fighting. You can feel him drawing strength from the force. A lot of strength, which indicates to you that he's badly hurt. You grit your teeth and keep backing down the bridge, a bit more slowly behind Obi Wan's stuttering pace.

When you reach the other side at last, you break out into a run, trying to put some distance between yourselves and the Torthix. As soon as you start to run, your legs are suddenly knocked out from beneath you. A bola with heavy anchors had been thrown from the pitch blackness that surrounded you and wrapped tightly around your ankles. Another one is thrown at your hands, but it misses. A third misses as well, but the metal weight knocks the lightsaber from your hand. You quickly drag yourself toward it across the ground, when a torthix steps in front of you, directing his blaster at your head point blank.

Obi Wan drops his saber to his side, still dodging blasterfire but making no other attempts to fight. "Stop!"

The instant of hesitation in the torthix gives him a moment to continue. "We mean you no harm. Please. Do not shoot. Take us as prisoners."

The second group of thorthix has caught up to you and stopped firing, momentarily confused by the display. You're panting at the ground, unable to stand up for fear of disrupting whatever effect he's having on them.

"We will go with you willingly."

One of the torthix makes a guttural sound that must be a laugh. "What would we do with you?"

Obi Wan's face is tight, probably in no small part due to the pain he's in, but also in hesitation. "We... would serve you however you see fit."

The same torthix steps closer to him, then stretches out a hand and grabs the back of his hair. The gesture doesn’t appear to be intended to hurt him, just vaguely disdainful. The torthix inspects him for a moment and Obi Wan's shoulders go back, his gaze impassive. Then he swiftly punches him in the stomach, and Obi Wan's knees buckle, his one good leg barely holding him up.

Your blood is thrumming in your ears, your vision narrowing. You watch as the torthix releases his hair and allows his shoulders to slump forward in pain.

"The only service you can give is your death. Your attempts to deceive are over."

The torthix raises his blaster and you feel your heart sink into your stomach, adrenaline shooting through you, and all at once you can only hear a high pitched tone in your head, the edges of your vision blurring.

The force draws your lightsaber back into your hand in a split second, and the next instant, you're slicing through the blaster aimed at your head, then the one at Obi Wan. You cut the bonds away from your feet just as the rest of the torthix start to react, lighting up the forest with blaster fire once more.

But this time, you don't just deflect it harmlessly into the trees. You angle your saber to send the deadly shots directly back at your attackers, and they start to drop, one by one. You swing your blade, cutting and stabbing until half of the torthix have fallen, and as you direct a blaster bolt into one of their hands, knocking yet another weapon to the ground, you flick your wrist to bring your saber in a smooth motion toward the creature's head.

"Commander!"

Obi Wan's sharp voice interrupts your thoughts, and your actions. You hesitate, your blade inches from the thorthix's throat. You pull back, stepping away. Obi Wan locks eyes with you, then turns to run, and you follow. A weak shower of blaster fire continues behind you and you easily deflect the remaining attempts, until they stop following, probably to attend to their dead.

You run. You keep running until the forest is quiet again, and you run still. At long last, Obi Wan stumbles and slows down. You can feel him extrictating himself from the force to ground himself in his surroundings, and as he does so, the pain on his face increases.

"Are you-"

Before you can finish your question, he cuts you off. "That was not acceptable, Commander."

He turns fully toward you, and you both stop walking. His voice is even and calm, but the way he's looking at you makes you feel like a padawan being scolded.

"A jedi does not kill unless there is no other choice. You know this."

You blink at him, heat rising in your face. "I know, Master. But they would have killed you. What other choice was there?"

"We may have found another path, but that is beside the point. You had already disarmed them. There was no need to kill."

You lower your gaze. "I... I just wanted to make sure we made it out alive. They were attacking us. It's not as if they were innocent."

"And because of their ignorance, they deserved to die?"

You open your mouth to speak but he raises a hand to gesture for you to stop.

"This is not the way we handle things. We can not sink to the level of our enemies simply because it is easier."

You hesitate, then nod. "I know. I know my actions were wrong. I... know." You carefully avoid saying you're sorry.

He turns his gaze away from you, then brings it back up. His eyebrows are furrowed, his features stern. "You have disappointed me today. Do not disappoint yourself by failing to learn from this moment."

His words cut you to your core, and your throat tightens. "I'm... I'm sorry."

He sighs, and his face softens. He places a gentle hand on your shoulder. "You have learned something about yourself. You should concentrate on that lesson during your next meditation. It is not easy to accept that we are all capable of great darkness, but we must face it."

You nod again slowly, the fact that he's standing on a leg that must be killing him with pain while he tries to bring you comfort isn't lost on you. "I will not fail again."

He gives you a nod in return and you slowly start down the path again, physically and mentally exhausted, but alive.

You walk for a long time in silence, turning your mind back to the mission at hand and wondering how you can possibly spend another two days climbing back up the mountain. It was hard enough the first time and now, with Obi Wan's injury, it may be nearly impossible. You're heading back in the direction of your ship to start the journey over, and as the morning light starts to fill the canopy above you, you don't feel any sense of hope.

When enough time has passed for you to feel comfortable speaking again, you turn your gaze downward.

"Your leg... is it...?" you venture, not wanting to ask if it's alright when you know that it isn't.

Obi Wan grits his teeth and you instantly regret bringing it up. "It's...not good. But I can manage."

You look down and in the growing light you can now see the hole torn in his clothing. It looks like the blast went directly through the side of his thigh. He's limping badly, which makes your stomach drop. He's not in the habit of showing his pain externally.

"When we make it back to the ship, we'll have medical supplies and food, at least."

He doesn't answer right away, taking a few labored paces. He seems to be struggling to speak. "Yes. That's good."

You walk on in silence, not wanting to pester him further. You can only hope you're getting close to the ship.

A few moments later, your hopes are fulfilled, and then surpassed. You emerge from the trees at the top of a hill, and at the base of the hill you catch sight of your ship, as well as another ship parked beside it - a ship you recognize well.

Your chest fills with overwhelming relief and it's all you can do not to sprint toward it, coming down the hill as fast as you can without leaving Obi Wan behind.

As you get closer, you see a familiar figure walking out of the ship's cargo bay, and you can't help it anymore. You start to run.

"Storne!" you shout, and his head snaps toward you. A wide smile breaks out over his face.

He calls your name in return and you race forward. He catches you in a hug. It's unbecoming of a jedi, but in this moment you're beyond caring. All you can feel is relief.

"What are you doing here?"

Storne's arms surround you for a moment before you step away. "Following your transponder. When you stopped responding to messages, I thought something might be wrong. Guess I was right."

Obi Wan reaches the two of you, and you turn to him, Storne's hand wrapping around your waist briefly before you extrictate yourself. "General, this is Storne, one of my contacts on Oba Diah."

Obi Wan smiles and reaches out to shake his hand. "A pleasure."

"Good to finally meet you. I've heard a lot about you."

"Yes, well, don't believe everything you hear on the holonet."

Storne shakes his head. "Not from the holonet. From this one."

He gestures over to you and you smile. "We've been friends a long time. We knew each other back on Coruscant, before I even became a padawan."

Obi Wan tries to say something back, but a flash of pain twinges across his face. You step forward, turning back to Storne. "Please tell me you still have a bacta tank."

"Yeah," Storne says. "I've added a couple more, too. Come on."

You follow him inside the spacious ship and enter the med bay. He powers on the equipment, the tanks towering over you. There are several of them up against the wall.

"Take as long as you need in here. I'll get us back to planet surface and we can talk then."

You thank him as he leaves and step behind the back of the tank to disrobe. You step out from behind the tank with only your tattered robe clasped around you, and look up to see Obi Wan is already sinking into the water of his tank, relief covering his features. You can only see him from the chest up, the rest of his body submerged. He looks down at you briefly, then turns his gaze to the other side of the room, giving you privacy to drop your clothing and slip into the water. You slide into the tank, holding onto the sides, and immediately your aches and pains begin to subside.

After several long minutes of allowing yourself to succumb to the relief of the soothing water, you pull yourself up a bit to check on Obi Wan. He hasn't sunk below the surface yet, and he hasn't attached his electrodes. He's just floating. You wonder if his exhaustion finally got the better of him and he's fallen asleep before he could even set up his tank properly.

"Master..." you say softly, choosing intentionally this time to use the honorific. "I... really am sorry. For... everything."

You don't even know what you mean, precisely. You are sorry you took lives, but that is something you've learned to live with throughout the course of the war, for better or worse. It's more than that. You want to set things right between you and return to some semblance of normalcy. You don't want to live with the knowledge that things between you after this mission might never be as simple as they once were.

Obi Wan responds without opening his eyes, his shoulders leaning against the side of his tank. "It's not my forgiveness you need. You must seek forgiveness from yourself. Only then can you move forward."

You bow your head even though he can't see the gesture, knowing there's nothing you can or should reply. Knowing he's right, as always.

Then he opens his eyes and looks at you with a softened gaze. "However... while you may not need my forgiveness, you have it."

You smile back at him, keeping your expression reserved despite the warm glow that fills you. He returns your smile, and afterward you finally let yourself sink beneath the water, feeling at peace for the first time in days.

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