#helmet's a bit too small BUT IT WAS HARD TO SHAPE OK SHUT UP!!!!

[temeyes]

biker ghost? biker ghost.

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[jaybird-redhood]

propinquity

wc: 2.2k

pairing: jason todd // gn reader

The first thing you think when you see him for the first time is that he has the cutest smile.

That’s a lie, the first thing you think it that he is so incredibly in shape, and it looks great on him, but the smile thing sounds better in your head.

He's moving into the apartment across from yours a month after you moved into yours. Weird, because the two people in your building closest to your age are 2 and 63, respectively.

You suppose that some wicked twist of fate must’ve brought this upon you for missing your cousin’s birthday party last week, because the guy standing across from you is crazy hot. And looking right at you. And you are in the huge neon Wonder Woman t-shirt that your best friend got for your birthday last year.

Yeah. Karma.

“Nice shirt,” the guy offers, holding in a grin. “You’re really making it work.”

“I-”

“See you around, neighbor.”

And with a shut of a door and an awfully charismatic smirk he’s gone.

The next time you see him is a week later, and this time- luckily, you think- you’re dressed somewhat put together. You run into him while unlocking your door.

"What's got you in a twist?" he asks.

"Um," you start, "I just. Ugh I have so much to do. Like 3 hours of homework, a lecture tomorrow that I cannot skip, and I'm completely out of bread and eggs and can't even you to the store until, like, Thursday at best."

Once you start rambling you can't seem to stop. You slouch against your door. You're not entirely sure why you're telling a stranger all this, but he seems to be listening, so you suppose that’s a good sign

"I get the feeling," he offers, and you look up at him. "I'm majoring in English Lit and my classes are kind of kicking my ass."

You give him a small smile, "Glad to know someone in this building is struggling as much as I am."

"Jason," he says, and he reaches his hand out to you. "My name."

You shake it and tell him yours.

As you both turn back into your respective apartments you think that he maybe isn't as intimidating as you thought.

~

The next day goes by with a really boring lecture and another 3 hours of work you need to do.

The ride home from uni isn't that long, but it's long enough for you to contemplate all the ways that your life went wrong after moving to Gotham. And, maybe as payback for thinking mean things about the city, rain that you think should belong to a category 3 hurricane starts to whip around your car 10 minutes into your drive.

Your clothes are dripping water in literal puddles by the time you get back to your apartment.

Groaning, you start fishing for your keys in your purse while walking up the last flight of stairs.

When you get to your door you stop. Right in front of it there’s a grocery bag. Picking it up and looking inside you see a loaf of bread and a small carton of milk.

You pick it up smiling.

“Jason?” you ask, knocking on his door.

No response.

You shrug and turn around. Remember to thank him the next time you run into each other; you think.

~

That next time doesn’t happen to be that long and thank goodness for you.

“You know, we really need to stop meeting like this,” he says to you.

You’re sitting on the floor outside of your door looking rather pathetic, and he’s giving you the most awful smirk you’ve ever seen. (Not that it looks bad on him though. You seem to think that nothing could really look that bad on him)

“I swear I’m usually more put together than this,” you sigh to him. “You moving here jinxed me!”

“Yeah yeah. You’re locked out, aren’t you?”

You give him your best withering I’m going to kill you stare, but it must not be working because he just laughs even harder at you.

“This is completely not my fault it’s just I lost my second set of keys like right when I moved in and then today when I got home, I accidentally left them in my car, but my second set of car keys is in my apartment so now I can’t get them out, stop laughing at me!”

“God you’re a mess,” Jason says- finally finished laughing at you and maybe taking a bit of pity on how disheveled you look. “You couldn’t call anyone to get you in?”

You shake your head.

“My friend is the only other person with a set, but they’re out of town, and our landlord is being a dick and telling me it’s my fault in the first place, so I need to deal with it. I’ve been sitting out here for like an hour.”

“All I’m hearing is that it is your fault and now you’re just moping about it feeling bad about yourself.”

You tilt your head against the door so hard that it makes you wince a bit.

“Ok fine,” he says crossing his arms.

“What?”

“Wait right here.”

He goes into his apartment and comes back out with a skinny metal thing you don’t recognize.

You look at him in confusion and he just motions for you to scoot out of the way as he sticks it in your locks and starts to pick it.

You sigh in relief.

“Thank you thank you thank you. For everything. I swear I will get my life together, so you don’t feel like you have to keep cleaning up my messes.

“I don’t mind,” he says with a small smile, “Take your time.”

And with that he opens the door to your apartment and turns back to his.

“By the way, you should really get better locks. That was way too easy.”

You make a note in your head to get that done sometime. As you’re lying on your couch that night, you’re AirDropped a photo on your phone. Saving it up you see it’s a piece of paper with neat handwriting on it: a phone number and a smiley face, Jason’s name at the bottom.

You smile too and add the number to your contacts.

~

Over the next few weeks, you and Jason start talking more, both over text and through the various times when you run into each other outside your doors.

Each interaction is better than the next, and you soon start to realize that Jason isn’t just some hot guy with no brains. He’s sweet and charismatic, has a whole wall full of bookshelves, could probably quote any classical novel by heart, has incredibly good taste in music, and best (or worst) of all, would make incredible friend material.

It’s just that as you become closer friends, you start to realize that that might not be all you want.

It’s a stupidly cold Friday morning when he texts you, and you’re covered in blankets and wrapped in sweatshirts in your bed. Movie at my place tonight?

You text back your approval and a quick be there at 6 before getting ready for classes.

The day goes by slower than you hoped.

It might be the anticipation of seeing Jason again, or more likely the hours of lectures you have to sit through, but you’re elated when your final class for the day gets let out.

The hours in between are a blur.

A blur which leads to the two of you sitting on his couch watching Romeo and Juliet together, a blanket thrown over your bodies.

You have the obligatory bowl of popcorn resting on your legs, and every few minutes Jason reaches across your lap to take a handful.

The way you’re laying half on top on him is completely deliberate, as to take as much of his body heat as possible. Your landlord had turned off heating 3 weeks prior to ‘save money’ or some other bullshit.

Jason’s not complaining though.

Once your popcorn bowl is finished and your head is in his lap, he runs his fingers through your hair absentmindedly. It might be the nicest feeling you’ve ever felt.

Throughout the movie you exchange snide comments about the plot back and forth. You start trying to say funny things whenever you can just to hear how sweet his laugh sounds to your ears.

By the end of the movie, you’re only slightly in tears, or so you tell yourself.

“Are you crying right now?” Jason asks incredulously, wearing a teasing smile.

“It’s not my fault,” you half say half moan, “Leonardo DiCaprio just has that effect on me.”

He just laughs and pulls you upright until you’re sitting on his lap.

His eyes are a shade of blue green that you’ve never seen before, although you could swear their getting greener by the second.

You watch his gaze drop down to your lips before staring you right in the eyes again.

“Can I kiss you?”

“God yes,” you tell him, and kiss him right back.

~

The next week is somewhat uneventful, even though you and Jason had been meeting each other almost every night, rotating apartments based on whose house was warmer each particular night.

Tonight is your night, and you’ve been waiting the whole day to show him the film you had rented to watch together.

The walk up to your door is easier than usual, and you have a bounce in your step that’s making you feel even more elated than normal taking out your keys to unlock your apartment.

You open your door and your bag drops. The keys clatter when they hit the hardwood, and the silence that follows is deafening.

“You’re bleeding on my carpet,” is the first thing that comes out of your mouth.

There Jason is, bleeding quite profusely, and using your kitchen counter to keep himself vertical. He’s wearing what looks to be a torn half of a domino mask and an extremely hot leather jacket.

(Not that this was the time for noticing his fashion choices, but you filed that thought away for later.)

What really catches your eye though is the huge red bat symbol on his chest, and the red helmet next to it sitting on your counter.

He shifts a little to the side before stumbling through saying, “Um, so, I know this isn’t ideal and I’m really sorry to put you in this situation, but I seriously do not feel like bleeding out tonight and-”

“Oh my god this is great,” you cut him off with. “I thought you were a hit-man!”

“Wait what.”

“Shit no that’s not what I meant- kind of, hang on we should probably stop you from dying before having this conversation.”

You walk over to him to get a better look at his wounds.

“God Jace, you look like death warmed over.”

He just stares at you.

“You have a bunch of stuff in your bathroom, right?”

At least this elicits a reaction. He grimaces in pain but gives you a nod of his head in conformation.

“Ok I’ll be right back, don’t move.”

He gives you a look that says seriously, where would I go.

3 minutes later you’re back with a needle and thread, and some sterilizing spray.

“This should be fine,” you tell him, “I took a first aid class last year with my friends and passed with flying colors according to the nurse.”

“Just try to keep them tight and neat. I trust you,” he says, and your heart pounds just a little harder.

You respond with a nervous laugh but take a deep breath and start working.

~

An hour and a half later you’re done.

The combination of pain meds, bandages, and a whole lot of stitches eventually led to you and Jason laying in your bed together, both completely exhausted.

He turns his head to face you.

“Could we maybe go back to the hit-man thing?”

“Oh uh. Well I saw a bunch of shirts covered in blood in your laundry in the bathroom, not to mention all the weirdly specific first-aid you had,” you tell him.

“And also the assorted guns and knives you have hidden all over. I guess I just assumed? But the whole Red Hood thing is so much better,” you reassure him.

“You found all my knives?”

You smile up at him.

“I love that that’s thing you chose to focus on.”

“And you’re really not mad that I didn’t tell you about the whole vigilante thing before?” he asks.

“Jay, I had already resigned myself to life forever with some shady hit-man that also happened to be incredibly good looking. Red Hood is ten times better than that. I’m not going to run away from you just because you’re incredibly intimidating and probably could kill me. I see that as an added bonus,” you say, with as much charm as you can muster without yawning.

“Just. Be careful, ok? I’d hate to make this a routine.”

He responds by pulling you closer to his body.

“I promise,” he whispers into your head. “You really to remember to get better locks by the way, breaking in was still way too easy.”

You let out a small laugh and finally you let yourself give into sleep.

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[oliviajdjarin]

Chapter 14: A Kiss

Warnings: really really angsty, depressing themes, accepting death, lots of crying, the gif kinda gives it away but oh well.

Author’s Note: I’m sorry in advance. I hope you like it!

(Gif gotten from themandaloriandaily)

You kneeled before Mando, trying to catch your breath from the sprint across the battlefield you just did, but it felt like your body couldn’t take anymore.

“Mando,” you whimpered, setting the child down next to you. You took the risk and placed your hand on Mando’s arm, trying to give him comfort, but you felt empty.

Your body was shutting down, but you wouldn’t hesitate to give the last pits of your strength to him.

“It’s ok,” he coughed out, but you knew it wasn’t.

You could feel it.

“Stay with me buddy,” Cara said next to Mando. “We’re gonna get you out of here.”

You couldn’t tell if Mando heard her, you honestly didn’t really care, because Mando’s gaze never left your tear stained face.

You had gotten pretty good at sensing where his eyes were, but this moment didn’t make that effort seem worth it.

The both of you were feeling too many things at once.

You heard Karga yell at the IG droid behind you to remove the grate to get into the sewers, and the sparks flying illuminated Mando’s helmet beautifully.

Why did it feel like it was the last time you would admire him like this?

Mando stirred a bit and turned his head slightly to look at Cara.

“I’m not gonna make it,” he said to her, and you couldn’t hold back your sobs any longer. His voice was dripping with pain and hurt, and you hated it. His voice was the one thing you felt connected you to him. The one thing that made him feel human.

But the Empire had taken that away too.

When Mando heard your sob, he turned his head back to you, but you could barely meet his gaze. Your eyes were bloodshot, your cheeks were red, and your burning throat caused your eyesbrows to knit together in discomfort.

Mando had said he didn’t like to see you cry, so you tried to hide it, but this was almost too much to bare.

“Shut up,” Cara said, responding to Mando’s confession. “You just got your bell rung. You’ll be fine.”

But Cara knew the truth. And so did you.

“Take this,” Mando said to you, reaching into his armor. He pulled out a necklace, a beautiful necklace, with the shape of a mythosaur skull.

“When you meet up with my tribe……”

“No, no Mando,” you said, looking down and crying harder.

Why was he giving up! We have to try, you thought to yourself.

“Please,” he pleaded, and you felt him move his hand into yours, giving it a squeeze.

You tried to control your cries for his sake, but it was getting really hard. The two of you had barely touched each other before this. You wanted your first touches to be happy and full of life.

The idea of that fading away somehow made you cry harder.

“Look at me,” he whispered, and you finally brought your eyes back up to meet his helmet.

“When you meet up with my tribe, show them this. Tell them the child was in my protection. They’ll give you safe passage,” Mando said, and with every word his voice grew weaker. The necklace in his hand rocked slightly from his shaking arms, and you finally reached your free hand up to take it from him.

You gave it a quick glance, noticing the beauty in the carving and the uniqueness of the shape, before you put it around your neck and looked back at Mando. Your hands were still connected, and he started to brush his thumb over your knuckles.

Your hands had done horrific things, but Mando didn’t care.

“I’m gonna need to take this thing off,” Cara said, referring to the helmet.

“No,” he said sternly, grabbing her wrist.

“You leave me,” he says to her, letting go of her wrist.

“No,” you whisper. “Please no.”

You wanted to plead more. Beg him to let you stay, but the feeling of his soft, gloved fingers brushing over your cheek caused all of your words to get caught in your throat.

You involuntarily leaned into his touch, causing your tears to drip onto his glove.

You wanted more. To feel more. He was so warm, so calming. You wanted all of him. To feel every crevice and crack of him.

You wanted to know him.

“You make sure… the child is safe,” he mumbles to you, running his thumb over your cheekbone.

“Always,” you whisper, and you bring your left hand up to press his hand further into your cheek. You hold it there for a moment, begging for any touch from him for any amount of time longer

“Mando… I…” you begin, trying to find the right words to say to him in this moment. The fire around you was starting to come closer, and you knew you were almost out of time.

“I know,” he says, interrupting you. “Me too.”

Of course he knows. He always has.

Losing this man was going to wreck you.

Another flame erupted behind you, but your gaze never left him.

Why did it have to be him.

“I can hold them off long enough for you to escape,” Mando said to you, still squeezing your right hand while your left hand still had his hand pinned against your cheek.

“Let me have a warrior’s death.”

The word death scurried down your spine like an insect. You knew he was dying, but hearing him say it….

You closed your eyes and rubbed your cheek into his hand, trying to feel any part of him one last time.

You open your eyes and look at Cara. Her eyes were wide and her body was tense. You gave her a weak smile, trying not to admit your defeat.

“I won’t leave you,” she says to Mando, and you felt your heart finally crack in half.

All the heartbreak of your parents, your mentors, your colleagues…. Nothing compared to this.

Why did it have to be him.

“This is the way,” Mando stated, and you choked out one final sob.

A leap of flames covered the space behind you, and you finally accepted your fate.

You were going to die, here, in some run down Empire town. Your past self would have scoffed and shaken her head. Typical.

But Mando was here.

You closed your eyes, waiting for the pain, but only focusing on Mando’s touch. You wanted nothing else to be the last thing you ever felt.

But…. nothing happened. No pain, no fire, no screams. Nothing.

So you opened your eyes, and you saw Mando’s head propped up slightly, like he was looking at something behind you.

You turned around, trying to see what was happening. Your eyes were full of tears and you could barely see a few feet in front of you.

When your eyes finally cleared, you saw the child with his hands raised, holding the fire ball in place. With a simple flick of his wrist, the child sent the flame flying back, and the stormtrooper who sent the fire was enveloped in flames.

You shielded Mando as best you could when the flame was sent back, but Cara blocked most of his body.

You turned back to see the child passed out on the ground, and a small smile gave way on your lips.

Why didn’t I think of that?

You heard the clang of IG-11 finally breaking open the sewer gate, and Karga yelling that you had to leave right away.

This was the moment you were dreading. The moment that hurt the most every time you had to do it.

Walking away.

No more hope, no more bargaining, no more thinking of a way out. It was done.

You stood up, wiping your nose, and grabbed the sleeping child off the ground.

You walked back towards Mando and pressed your lips on his visor, giving it a quick peck.

24 hours ago, you would have been scared out of your mind to do that. Especially at the fact that you didn’t know that he reciprocated your feelings.

But now, you never wanted it to end.

“Go…” he croaked out, giving your wrist one last squeeze.

You gave him one final, painful smile, and forced yourself to walk straight down into the sewers. Cara was still with Mando, but you didn’t care. If you stayed one second longer, you wouldn’t have left.

Your sniffles and quiet sobs echoed through the sewers while you waited for Cara, causing them to come right back at you and taunt you with their sound.

You left him. How could you have left him.

You tried to tell yourself it was what he wanted. You tried to tell yourself the child was all that mattered now.

But a part of you was never going to leave that building, and it was the only part of you that you had grown to love.

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[mustyrosewater]

their responses to the words “make me.”

as i’m sure we all know, the two words “make me.” are some of the most used in a brat’s vocabulary. greatly inspired by my good friend @the-door-matt​ (who is a self proclaimed brat.) i have decided to write how pedro’s characters respond to said sentence. good luck, and god bless the brats. 

NSFW CONTENT UNDER THE CUT, YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED.

javier pena :

baby, are-

are you sure you don’t have a death wish? surely you do if you give a man like javier pena any from of attitude. 

all day, you’d been trying to get under your co workers skin, simple things such as taking just a little bit of extra time getting your coffee, making you late. wearing those bell bottom jeans you know hugged your ass just the right way, anything you could do to get on javier pena’s nerves, you did.

you don’t even remember what he asked you for, maybe he’d asked you to hand him a pen, or even pass him a file that was sitting beside you; all that you remember, is leaning forward slightly from where you were sitting on the desk and tilting your head before saying those cursed to words.

“make me, pena.”

admittedly, you should have known better, but for some strange reason, you’d just felt the need to push one his buttons, at least you’d been wise enough to do this when it was after hours, only the two of you left in his office to sort through reports and such. 

you should have known that from the way he turned deathly still and looked up at you slowly, a cigarette hanging loosely from his lips. if look’s could kill, you’d most definitely be dead. you could only watch as he slowly took the cigarette from his lips and squashed it in the ceramic ashtray on his desk. 

next thing you know, javier has gotten up from his desk and is now standing in front of you, a hand now wrapped gingerly around your lower throat, not applying any pressure, simply sitting his hand there and keeping you still. 

“is that how it’s going to be? you’ve been trying to get under my skin all day missy.” 

as he speaks, his head lowers from around your throat to begin ghosting along your covered skin, barley applying enough pressure to feel his touch, just enough to know that its there.

“this is what you want? is that why you’ve been trying to push my buttons all day hm?”

legend has it you had trouble walking the next day, bruises on your hips and thighs certainly saw to that. needless to say, javi didn’t get attitude from you except on some very special occasions. 

francisco “catfish” morales : 

you took his hat, babe, why did you take his hat?!

he’d been searching for it since he woke up, after he’d had a shower, only to find that his hat wasn’t waiting for him on the bedside table as it always was. there was also the matter of the fact that you were nowhere to be found. 

he came down the stairs slowly, only now hearing movement in the kitchen. when he finally poked his head around the corner only to find you in the kitchen, leaning on the counter and waiting for toast to pop did he spot his cap sat snugly on top of your head, turned backwards allowing him to see the logo of the oil company. 

you must have heard him, because you turned and offered him a big smile, though he could read the mischief clear on your face. 

“morning.” you practically sang as he approached, wrapping your arms around his waist and standing on your toes to kiss the end of his nose. his hands sat snugly on your hips as he stared down at you like you would stare at a puppy that had been caught chewing on its owners shoe. 

before he could reach up to take his hat back, you broke away from his hold once you’d heard the toast pop. 

wasting no time, frankie only shook his head. “give it back.” he knew you knew what he meant, but you only turned around, giving a mock clueless look.

“give what back, babe?”

“my hat, give it back.” he didn’t sound angry, not even annoyed; if anything, he sounded like he was enjoying this little game you’d started with him.

“make me, francisco.” 

you quickly realized you’d fucked up when his eyes suddenly darkened, as he moved closer to you and had you pressed up against the counter in a manner of seconds. his breathing had suddenly grown heavy and he was practically grinding against you. 

as you breathed out a few soft moans, shutting your eyes and wrapping your arms around his neck, you felt the cap being pulled off of your head, opening your eyes just in time to see him placing his cap back on his head.

your mouth hung open as he smiled down at you and turned around heading for the front door. 

“don’t even think about it francisco.” you said, wrapping your arms around his waist and pulling him back into the kitchen, hearing him laughing as he spun you around and pushed you back onto the counter, continuing his trail of kisses. 

shane “dio” morissey : 

oof, well, i can tell you that you fucked up.

dio is not somebody who likes to be given attitude in any shape or form, not getting his way, whether it be through manipulation or force, is an entirely foreign concept our resident goth boy. 

literally, doesn’t even matter why you said it, or what it was about. all that matters is that the words “make me” are like flicking a switch in dio’s mind that suddenly has you pressed against the wall with his hands wrapped around your throat as well as dio practically seething the most pornographic sentences into your ear.

don’t expect to be experiencing any release though, dio is going to do whatever he wants, and that means that you won’t be cumming until you’re crying, not until you’ve learnt his lesson.

whether that means you spend hours with his head between your thighs or rather hours bent over the bed with him pounding into you relentlessly until you can’t take anymore, it’s all the same to dio. 

he’s not going to let you cum until you are in tears baby cakes, not until you’re crying out that you can’t take any more and that you’re sorry, this is never going to happen again and that he needs to stop.

well, then he will, only long enough to gruffly let out “make me.” before resuming his torture on your body.

yeah, you won’t be walking straight for quite a few days after that, sorry not sorry. 

oberyn martell :

it’s the giving an actual prince attitude for me-

no, for real, despite the fact that oberyn is a prince, we know that he doesn’t take it too close to heart when it comes to thinking he’s above certain things.

however, you? being a brat? haha yeah that shit’s not gonna fly. as soon as you say that sentence and give him that look, it’s over. oberyn doesn’t tolerate you being a brat unless he wants you to be a brat.

he will simply repeat his request, allowing you one more chance to be good for him, when you retaliate with another “make. me.” this time pausing between words, oberyn simply shrugs, he gave you a chance, can’t say he didn’t try.

he walks towards you and picks you up, dropping you down onto the bed, staring down at your as he unlaces the lather belt holding his tunic in place. he lets it fall off of his shoulders leaving him only in his loose orange pants as you stare up at him, narrowing your eyes and biting your lip. 

he’s not stupid sis, he knows that this was what you wanted all along, seven god’s forbid he actually lets you get away with it though.

overstimulation and spanking is all that you’re going to get, all while he nonchalantly tells you “i gave you a chance to be good my little dove, if you want to be bad, see what you get.” before he lets another smack come down hard on your thigh. 

much like our friend dio, oberyn isn’t going to stop until you’re on the brink of tears and apologizing profusely, just pleading, begging for him to let you come. 

however, unlike dio, oberyn will cave in and let you because he’s lying if he says that look when your eyes roll back and your mouth hangs open turn him to putty in your hands. 

din djarin : 

ok look, he tried, he really did.

when you first replied to his request to pass him a tool with a mischevous “make me.” he only stopped for a second before resuming what he was working on.

“i’m serious.” he replied as nonchalantly as always, only causing a pout to form on your face.

“so am i.” you shrugged, moving the tool box out of his reach with your foot when he let out a sigh and reached for the tool himself.

“i’m not in the mood.” he grunted, standing up to tower over you, staring you down through the vizor of his helmet. you couldn’t even see his face, but knowing that under his helmet he must have been starting to get annoyed only brought a smirk onto your own. 

the tool that was clasped tightly between your hands was the next object of his staring. he reached for it, only for you to place your hand behind your back, not once breaking eye contact with the bounty hunter. 

though his helmet you could hear the pissed off huff he gave, right before he grabbed your other wrist and spun you around to push you down onto the crate you’d been previously sitting on. unable to move, you could only wait as he pried to tool out of your hand and suddenly let you go, only turning back to what he was working.

pouting, you turned around, expecting to see him continuing his work, instead, you watched him chuck the tool back into the tool box before he looked back at you, reaching forward to grip you by your shoulders and lead you into the room that two of you shared on the crest.

only checking once to make sure the kid was asleep, he shut the door behind him and shoved you down onto the bed, beginning to unbuckle his belt, only staring at you through his vizor. 

he fucked you into the mattress that night, so hard that you had bruises on your hips when you woke up, walking out of the room only to find him working once again, missing the small chuckle that emitted from him as you limped past him.

maxwell lord :

sorry my love, maxwell lord IV doesn’t take orders from anybody, especially not you. the two of you had gotten into some petty argument, something about how you’d already responded to star labs saying he’d be attending their charity gala, and now here he was, claiming that he no longer wanted to attend purely based off of the fact that one of the sales rep’s had given him a dirty look as they were leaving. 

you were stood in front of his desk, arms crossed and tapping your foot impatiently, staring at your boss as he propped up his feet and gave you that smirk that was all to familiar and all too infuriating. 

without another word, you simply threw your hands up and grabbed your coat, turning around and walking towards the large mahogany doors you knew would take you out of his office.

“don’t walk away from me.” his voice rung out behind you, as well as the sound of him standing up from his chair. 

you didn’t reply, only continued walking; just as your hand touched the door handle his voice rung out again, though much colder, much more harsh.

“don’t you take one more step out of this office.” 

you whipped your head around to look at maxwell, your eyes suddenly wide with insult, who the hell was he to order you? well, technically he was your boss, but still. 

you took a few steps towards him, your heel’s clicking on the marble floor before you stopped and stood in silence, letting your eyes linger on his face before finally speaking. 

“make me.” 

without even waiting for a reply you turned around and continued your retreat out of the office that you were sure cost more than your own house three times over. 

but before you could leave, you felt hands on your shoulders as you were spun around harshly to meet the angry eyes of maxwell, his breathing was heavy and his perfectly gelled hair had moved slightly out of place, leaving a few strands sitting on his forehead. 

“is that what i have to do to get you to fucking listen to me once in awhile hm?” as he spoke, he turned the two of you around and continued until you were pushes against his desk feeling the hard wooden table digging into the backs of your thighs. 

all i’m gonna say is, expect to be bent over that desk and prepare to hide the bruises around your thighs from by the time our man is done with you.

you may have begun to order him around a lot more often after that occurence, who knows. 

max phillips :

okay well, for one 

why are you saying “make me” to your boss

especially when your boss is max phillips  

it was, in all honestly, because you were having a bad day, technically your shift wasn’t starting for another ten minutes, you’d only just sat down at your desk and let out a sigh as you heard your boss’ office door opening as well as those infuriatingly well polished shoes appearing in your vision.

without even saying good morning or anything, max was already on your case about those reports that were meant to be on his desk by this afternoon.

not even waiting for a reply, he patted you on the shoulder and reminded you that you needed to start working.

without even thinking, as he was walking away, you blurted out a snide “make me.” it was meant to be quieter than it came out, a little snap only meant for your ears, and yet, somehow, he seemed to have heard it loud and clear.

the second, and i mean the second, those words leave your mouth, max’s head will have spun around to look at you in disbelief, sparing little to no time before he’s placing his hands flat on the desk of your cubicle and narrowing his eyes at you, only to growl:

“my office, right now.”

hope you’re ready bby, cause max certainly is. 

all your coworkers have to pretend that they don’t know exactly whats going to happen when max asks you to close the door behind you.

max practically shuffles his desk into the wall while bending you over it and fucking you into tomorrow, in his mind, this was his way of showing you what an attitude like that would get you

they also pretend that they can’t hear the banging and muffled moans coming from his office, he’s their boss, they can’t say shit. 

by the time your waddling out of his office, sheepishly adjusting your dress and collar, all while max leans in the door frame with a confident smirk plastered on his face. 

this is then followed by him demanding that everybody stop staring and get back to work.

jack daniels a.k.a agent whiskey : 

i love our yeehaw man, you love our yeehaw man, we love our yeehaw man.

so i can’t work out why you would want to get on this mans nerves.

it starts out small, little things that you know will push his buttons, stealing his hat off of his head once, then twice and then finally a third time.

you sat on his desk beside where he was working and grabbed the hat off of his head for the third time after he’d taken it back, placing it on top of your head and flicking the brim upwards playfully.

you knew he could stop you from taking it, but he was either enjoying this more than he was letting on, or didn’t have the heart to stop your fun, either way; what had started out as fun was very noticeably beginning to annoy him.

he sighed deeply when you grinned at him, swinging your legs back and fourth from where you were sitting.

“babygirl, light of my life, will you please stop taking my hat.” 

his voice was audibly tired as he looked up at you, only to see you grinning.

“but i like it, it looks better on me.”

by the sound he made, you could tell you were right, or at the very least, he really enjoyed seeing you in his hat, but despite that, he still lifted a hand to reach for it only to have you lean away from his reach

“i’m gonna have to ask for that back sugar.” 

“make me cowboy.”

as soon as you said that, his eyes noticeably darkened as soon as you said it, leading to him standing up and stepping in front of you, standing between your legs. 

“i won’t ask again babycakes. give me the hat.”

your only response was to lean in and smile at him.

“make. me.”

that was the limit, within mere blinks of an eye you found yourself bent over whiskey’s knee as he sat down in his office chair, the hat still on your head.

“i gave you the chance babygirl, no arguing now.”

your ass is gonna be red by the time your out of that chair, and i can confirm you will indeed be walking weird tomorrow.

but hey, it was worth the hat, wasn’t it?

pero tovar : 

baby i hope you know what you’re doing..

you stole his coin purse off of his belt while walking past him in the market, you’d stolen several coin purses today, this was just the first one that caught you.

you were only a few meters away when you’d heard him yell out from behind you, resulting in you breaking into a sprint through the crowd in order to get away from the mercenary now hunting you.

it took a few minutes of running before you were able to successfully escape, hiding behind a building and leaning against the wall huffing and puffing feeling like you were going to be sick.

finally calm enough to continue on, you turned the corner only to run bang smack into said mercenarys chest, the now very angry mercenary.

“you made me chase you through three streets senorita.”

despite attempting to turn and run once more, he caught you almost instantly and had you slammed against the wall.

“you’re one of the only people that have been able to outrun me, but despite this, you stole from me. give it back.”

maybe it was the high adrenaline, or the fact that the close proximity was allowing you to feel his breath on your cheek, but for some reason, you decided to dig your own grave even deeper.

“make me.”

the growl that left that man was nothing if not animalistic, the next thing you knew, you’d been swung around and having your chest pressed against the wall as he grinded against you, dipping face down to breathe in your scent.

“if we’re going to be like that senorita...”

yeah, needles to say you had a very fun time from then on out explaining to people how you met your latin lover. 

dave york : 

death. ELECTRIC CHAIR. did u really, reeeaallly decide to give a trained assassin attitude? ur funeral babes. 

i don’t even want to know how it happened, but as soon as that man heard “make me.” leave your pretty little lips. oh mama.

you were bent over the kitchen counter, hand through your hair, pulling it back and other hand blissfully placed around your neck, gradually applying more pressure.

“oh, you thought that was fucking funny? you want me to make you? you little fucking whore, i’ll make you then.”

trust this man will be leaving several bruises all over your body, this is literal hate fucking at a certain point, there is no other way to describe the way this man reacts to attitude of any kind.

words cannot describe the state that you are left in, but as much as it hurt, the aftercare is worth it. waking up to him laying soft kisses along your shoulder, all the bruises and bitemarks.

bringing you coffee while running you a bath so that the two of you can relax and let your body recover from the absolute torture and pleasure it has been through 

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[piratesfromspace]

The Nightmare (Mandalorian x Cobb Vanth x Reader)

Pairing: The Mandalorian x Cobb Vanth x Reader

Summary: Reader has a pretty awful and vivid nightmare involving Din, Cobb and them being kidnapped. Comfort ensues.

This story is part 3 of my series “A Mandalorian, a Marshal, and some complicated feelings”. You can read part 1 here: “Two saviors and some hope” and part 2 here: Five Times. I strongly advise you read them first!

Word Count: 2.3k

Warnings: detailed description of violence, blood, threat of sexual violence (but no actual), threat of slavery

A/N: Neutral pronouns for reader but they are perceived as feminine by the villain (no specific description of Reader's body). English is not my native language, please be kind. Fic also available on ao3.

MASTERLIST

Part 1   Part 2

“On your knees.”

You fall on your knees on the cold steel floor of the ship. You don’t really remember how you ended up here, the only thing that you know is that the hand that pushed you down is now grabbing a fistful of your hair to have you raise your head. It’s an order more than an invitation, the pressure on your neck on the brink of becoming unbearable at any moment.

Your captor is towering above you, dark-blue skin and mean red eyes looking at you with something dark in them. You struggle against his grip, but it’s useless and you know it. Your hands are tightly bound behind your back. You’re already hurting all over, the taste of blood and despair in your mouth. He finally lets go of your hair, and your head falls limply on your chest.

“I told you I couldn’t wait to put a new chip in your brain, right? Well let’s get on with this.” You can guess the cruel smile on his face, the disturbing way he seems to be enjoying all of this way too much. “Hold her down.”

Two of his thugs grab your shoulders and upper arms, preventing you from going anywhere. You feel his own hand grab your neck, and the touch of his bare slimy skin against yours sends a chill of disgust through your whole body. The cold device bumps into your neck, just above his fingers, and as a wave of terror hits you, you feel a sharp pinch followed by an awful sensation of burn slowly spreading in your nape.

“So? Wasn’t that bad, was it?”

He removes the metallic device and lets it fall on a nearby tray with a theatrical clatter. Tears are filling your vision with the realization that all you’ve done up until now, trying to survive and build a new life for you, all of this was for nothing. You’re a prisoner again, with a freaking tracker chip stuck to your skull.

“Now, what else did I promise back in this small alley…” He circles you slowly, like a freaking loth-wolf playing with his prey before killing it - or worse .

“Oh yeah, I think I mentioned your two little friends.” He crouches in front of you, forcing you to look at his face. His pupils are blown wide, two orbs of blackness in a glowing sea of lava-red. “So I think we should welcome them then, what do you say?”

It’s like he’s speaking about actual friends, and his casualness becomes more and more terrifying as you’re living, helpless, your own demise.

With a quick move of his hand, he signals his crew and a few seconds later, the door in front of you slides open. Your jaw goes slack as you watch half a dozen of the slaver’s men bringing in the Marshal and the Mandalorian. Despite their hands bound and the chains linking their ankles, even visibly exhausted by what should have been a long and gruesome fight, the criminals are having a hard time containing them both. They are coerced into kneeling, strongly held back by your captor’s henchmen, facing you.

“No, no, no, no...” it’s a whisper at first, but it becomes a scream you cannot hold back. Through your tears, you can see the dried blood in Cobb’s beard, the mess of mud and dark unknown fluids on the rare pieces of beskar still on Din’s body. You're almost relieved to find he still has his helmet on, even though the black glass of the visor is visibly cracked.

A blue hand is suddenly splayed across your mouth and chin, shutting you up.

“Shh shh, that’s how you say hello to your friends? Not very nice!”

In a reckless reaction, you withdraw from his hold in a quick move of your head and bite his nearby fingers with all the strength left in you. He jerks back, cursing, holding his injured hand while a few droplets of blood trickle on his clothes. You don’t have the time to savor your little victory before the strength of his blow forces your face to the side. You kinda knew there was going to be a backlash, and you don’t regret it. Your cheek was already bruised anyway.

“You’ll regret this.” he growls through gritted teeth.

You hear him rummaging behind you, probably trying to swipe his hand clean from the blood on it. Good luck with that.

“Well, where were we? Oh. Right. My mark. Bring me my tool.” he snaps his fingers impatiently and one of his goons brings him what looks like a branding iron. The end of it is star-shaped, and you can see sparks running around the metallic edge, ready to burn his mark into your flesh.

You start trashing against the hands that hold you down, a vain attempt to escape what’s coming next. You’re not the only one struggling though, Cobb and Din trying to break free as well.

“Let them go!” Mando’s voice, usually steady, sounds desperate “The bounty put on my head by the Hutts, I bet it’s high enough, you don’t need to keep them. You don’t need to keep him either.” he says with a nod of his head toward Cobb. “If you free them, I’ll promise I’ll let you deliver me to whoever offers the highest reward.”

“Din, no, please...” Cobb seems to be on the verge of crying.

The Chiss seems to be gauging the offer. The smile on his face grows bigger and he finally speaks, looking thrilled.

“That’s an interesting offer, Mandalorian.” his smile changes into a mockery of a pout. “But I’m afraid I have to decline. See, I’m sure I’ll be able to get a very good price for your girlfriend here. Look, almost as pretty as a Twi’Lek! She’s worth some credits for sure... even more so if I trade her as a pleasure slave.” He says this part with a nasty grin, deliberately taunting the men who were supposed to protect you, like you weren’t even there. For him it’s not about you, it’s about getting revenge for that one time they freed you. You’re just a pawn in his little game. Anger joins the atrocious cocktails of emotions you’re already feeling. Of course, both Din and Cobb battle against their shackles and the men trying to contain them, letting out threats you all know they can’t follow up on.

“Enough of this.” The Chiss barks. “Now before we begin, one more thing, Mandalorian. I would not want for you to miss anything because of a broken visor.” He turns to the two guards in the back of the room. “Remove his helmet.”

You shriek, and as unholy hands grab the beskar, you close your eyes. Cobb’s yelling is breaking your heart, you hear metal clatters, fabric being ripped, the muffled thud of a blow in the gut. You squeeze your eyes even harder, you don’t want to know what’s really happening, don’t want to see Din’s face, not like this. Of course you had already imagined seeing what he looked like, but on his own terms, when and if he wanted to, not forced by some evil brute.

“Oh come on, open your eyes woman, I’m sure you want to see.” You shake your head. Your captor starts losing patience. “Open your eyes, or you won’t have any left” he threatens, his fist grabbing your hair again.

“Did you hear what I said?”

He tugs so painfully at your scalp, you’re so scared, you’re so lost, you finally give up and open your eyes. Your vision is blurry but your gaze falls immediately on Din’s face. He’s handsome despite the sweat and the dark traces of blood smearing his face, features almost like you had imagined them. He’s looking at the floor, livid, and you can’t even fathom the hurt and the shame of the humiliation to be exposed like this, on top of being unable to prevent both of his lovers from getting hurt.

“Yoo too, look at him!” Your tormentor is next to Cobb now, almost strangling him, trying to make him follow his order. The Marshal makes a series of desperate noises, gasping for air, eyes still squeezed shut.

“Stop it, please! Please...” The distress in Din’s voice is gut-wrenching. It’s the first time you hear him plead for mercy.

“It’s okay, Cobb, do as he says, it’s okay, I swear.” Cobb probably knows it’s not okay, and that the reassuring words are nothing but a way for Mando to try stopping the arm done to him. But he has no choice than to listen and he finally looks at him.

You can read the word sorry on Cobb’s lips when his eyes meet Din’s.

“You all are a bit stubborn, for Maker’s sake.” Your captor looks slightly upset. “But we’re not done yet.” He comes back behind you, and takes his branding tool while the guards holding you slice open the back of your shirt with a vibroblade. You can hear the device buzz to life behind the protests of your two beloved and the voice of the Chiss.

“You better stay still for your own sake.”

You can’t think of a reply because the tip of the iron touches your skin, just next to your right shoulder blade, and the pain eats away all your thoughts. It hurts like hell and more. You try to squirm away from the device in a gut-reaction. But it’s worse. You want to scream but there is not enough air into your lungs and it feels like you can’t take any more breaths. Your vision is filled with dark spots and you’re sure you’re gonna faint any second.

That’s when you wake up.

With a small gasp, drenched in sweat, out of breath. The room is dark and quiet. You silently slip out of the bed, heading for the refresher and trying not to disturb the two men peacefully sleeping next to you.

You put your head under the faucet, letting the cold water run on your face, fingers rubbing your skin, like you’re trying to erase the memories of the nightmare.

Kriff, what is wrong with me?

There is a soft knock on the door.

“You ok sweetheart?” Cobb’s voice is still hoarse with sleep.

You let the door slide open to reveal your Marshal, tall and handsome with his messy grey hair. The familiar figure warms your mood more than you expected.

“Just a nightmare.”

“Like the usual ones?”

“Not… really.”

“Want to tell me about it?”

“Mmm” it’s not a yes, neither a no.

“Want to go back to bed?” he tries tentatively.

“I don’t think I can sleep right now. The suns are gonna start rising anyway.”

“Yeah, I’m not sleepy either.” you know it’s a blatant lie because Cobb had been yawning non-stop since the beginning of your conversation.

“I’ll go make us some caf. And then we can even watch the sunrise if you’d like.” He adds with a kind smile. You appreciate the offer nonetheless.

“Join me when you want, honey.” he turns his heels to leave but you stop him in his way.

“Cobb?”

“Yes?”

“Can I have a hug?”

He lets out a chuckle and takes you in his arms. You melt into the warmth of his body, your head resting on the solid plane of his chest. He leaves a chaste kiss on your forehead before heading to the kitchen.

When you join him, he’s already on the small deck in front of his house, and he hands you a steaming mug of sugary caf. You sit on the bench, next to him, and he wraps an arm around you, his hand resting on your waist. You sip on the hot drink, tongue almost burning, letting it ground you in the moment. The air is just warm, not as cold as during the night, not yet as scorching as during the day. The two suns are lazily rising above the horizon, the sky all sorts of pinkish colors.

“You know, this nightmare, it was… It felt so real.”

He hums in approbation, doesn’t want to interrupt you.

“Remember when I told you what he said that night in Mos Eisley?”

No more details are needed for him to understand who and what you’re talking about.

“Well, everything he said… it happened in my nightmare. He captured me. And you, and Din.”

“Hey, it’s over now, ‘was just a bad dream. I won’t let anyone hurt the people I love, I promise.”

He tucks you closer against him and you know he means it. You clear your throat, hesitant to go on.

“The worst wasn’t the pain, wasn’t even when he mentioned he would sell me to a brothel or something, it was when he removed Din’s helmet and he forced us to watch.”

You needed to let this detail out of your system. You leave out the part involving a star-shaped mark, at least for now, because you know Cobb is wearing one on his back and you don't want to bring back more bad memories.

Cobb’s fingers are clenching against your hips. He sighs.

“I’m sorry you had to experience this, love. I know how dreams can seem so vivid, it’s legit traumatizing. Please wake me up next time, I don’t care if I’m having the best sleep of my life, I want you to feel safe, always. I’ll do anything you need me to.”

“I know.” you whisper, letting your head fall on his shoulder.

You take another sip of the delicious liquid out of your cup, and as the light of the two suns is slowly casting the streets of Mos Pelgo into an orange glow, warming up the sand and your skin, you feel like the shadow of your nightmare is finally retreating, burnt away by the new dawn.

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[krizaland]

Enter the Zimvoid Chapter 32

First Chapter  Previous

We’re nearing the grand finale and emotions couldn’t be higher!

“Aha! We made it! We really made it!”

Dib was so excited he almost dropped you!

“Y/N!!!!” All the Zims squealed in unison as they rushed over to you and Dib.

Dib opened his mouth to speak but he was cut off by Brutus snatching you out of his arms.

“PRETTY Y/N IS OK!!!!” Brutus cheered as he rocked you back and forth.

“Dib? Why is this Zim holding me?” You asked, your voice still robotic.

“PRETTY Y/N! IT’S ME, BRUTUS!” Brutus’s lip quivered as tears began to form in his eyes.

“Dib? Where are you?” You asked.

“PRETTY Y/N!! SNAP OUT OF IT! STOP ASKING FOR TINY DIB!!!” Brutus wailed as he shook you rapidly.

Unfortunately, Brutus’s shaking was too hard, for you slipped out of his hands and plummeted towards the ground.

“Y/N! Don’t worry! I, THE ULTIMATE ZIM, shall save you!” Your Zim announced dramatically as he rushed to catch you.

PLOP!

You fell directly into your Zim’s arms.

“There! Now you’re back where you belong.” Your Zim giggled as he held you close.

You opened your mouth to speak but the moment you looked at your Zim you felt a small spark jolt through your mind.

“Eh? Y/N, why are your eyes all…blue and stuff?” Your Zim asked as he peered into your eyes.

You wanted to speak but you couldn’t find any words to say. All you could do was gaze deeply into your Zim’s ruby eyes and let out a soft hum.

“Y/N! What’s the matter with you?! What has that vile, horrible Dib done to you?!” Zim demanded as he started to cry as well.

Your mind refused to process any words that left his lips. All you could focus on was his face.

Despite his horrified expression, there was something so comforting about your Zim.

He had the same lime green skin and ruby red eyes as any other Zim and yet there was just something so familiar about him.

The longer you looked at your Zim, the stronger the spark became.

Soon an indescribable feeling washed over you.

It felt as if something inside you had been awoken from a deep slumber.

Your heart fluttered as your body begun to tremble a bit.

Your Zim didn’t even feel real, it was almost like you were in a strange dream.

You reached out a shaky hand and gently caressed his face.

“Z…Zim….”

“Yes, my sweet Y/N? What is it?” Your Zim’s voice softened as he leaned in to your touch.

The spark only grew stronger and stronger the longer your hand embraced his face.

The dreadful words of The Mental Reprogrammer Helmet begun to screech at you

“You want Dib! You need Dib! You will obey Dib!”

However, the way your Zim looked at you was enough to silence those dreadful words within seconds.

It wasn’t long before The Mental Reprogrammer Helmet began to lose its grip on you.

Then you heard it. A different, louder voice echoing throughout your mind

“I want Zim! I need Zim! I love Zim!”

“I….I…”

“You what?! What is it you need?!”

“I need… you”

Without thinking, you reached out your other hand and pulled your Zim into a gentle kiss.

Your Zim’s eyes went wide for a moment before fluttering shut as he succumbed to your kiss.

The taste of Zim’s lips turned the spark into a burning flame as you felt the fog over your mind disappear.

The dreadful words of The Mental Reprogrammer Helmet melted away as you melted into the kiss.

You let out a soft moan as you clung to Zim’s face for dear life.

You felt a few tears trickle down your cheeks as you Zim held you tighter.

A relieved moan escaped his throat as the kiss deepened.  He purred loudly as he savored every moment.

When you and your Zim finally parted for air, your eyes had returned back back to normal!

Needless to say, everyone else’s jaws hit the ground!

“Really? That’s the cure for whatever Zib did to Y/N?! A kiss?! That’s just lame!” Dib grumbled as he folded his arms.

“I don’t think the kiss is what cured Y/N, Alternate Dib. Y/N’s feelings for their Zim must’ve caused an override in whatever that Zib’s mental reprogrammer helmet thingy did to them.” Specs explained as he adjusted his glasses.

“Ok, I guess that makes a little more sense than a kiss.” Dib sighed.

“Who knew feelings could hold so much power…” 2k murmured in awe.

“That would be me. I knew that.” Specs corrected as he gestured to himself.

You blinked a few times as more tears spilled down your cheeks.

“Zim! Oh my god! Zim! I’m so sorry! Please forgive me!” You sobbed as you buried your face into his chest.

“Y/N, why are you apologizing?! You’ve done nothing wrong!” Your Zim reassured gently.

“He….He brainwashed Majestzee and I couldn’t stop him! Then he forced me to love him” You blubbered.

“He WHAT?! Y/N! Listen to me! This was by no means your fault! That horrible vile Dib did that to you!  And Majestzee.  BUT FEAR NOT! THAT DIB SHALL PAY! OH HOW HE WILL PAY!” Zim howled as he tried not to drop you.

“That’s right, Y/N! So don’t beat yourself up!” Palindrome piped up.

“Yeah! Let’s beat that Zib guy up instead!” 2k added as he raised his fist to the sky.

“But first, you need to put Y/N down.” Specs instructed as he folded his arms.

“What!? Never! I’ll never let my sweet Y/N out of my sight ever again!” Your Zim seethed as he backed away from the other Zims.

“I didn’t say to let Y/N out of your sight. I just said you need to put them down so that you can use your arms to help fight Zib.” Specs sighed as he rubbed his temples.

“Oh! Right! I knew that!” Your Zim lied as he gently put you down.

You wobbled a bit but managed to regain your balance.

“Are you alright, Y/N?” Specs asked as he turned his attention to you.

“Yeah, I think so…My head hurts though…” You admitted as you rubbed your head.

“Do you think you’re in good shape to fight Zib? Or should we find a safe place for you to rest?” Specs asked gently.

“I think I’m in good enough shape! I’m ready to make Zib hurt.” You growled as you cracked your knuckles.

“Very well. Then we should probably focus on rescuing Majestzee. As arrogant as he is, Majestzee has the most knowledge on how Zib’s castle works, He’ll be an indispensable asset in our plans.” Specs explained as he adjusted his glasses.

“Ugh. Do we really have to rescue that jerk?” 2k groaned.

“He’s the only chance we have at finding Zib’s weaknesses.” Specs sighed as he folded his arms.

“Besides! I still care about him! I want to make sure he’s safe!” You added as you gestured to yourself.

“Fine. Fine. So, Y/N. Are you gonna…kiss Majestzee or something?” 2k asked as he raised an antenna.

“Maybe..I dunno. I’ll figure it out.”

“Um guys…” Dib swallowed hard.

“What do you want Alternate Dib-monkey?! Can’t you see you’re interrupting an important conversation-GAH!”

2k was cut off by a crowd of guards heading their way.

Next

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[holdyourfire]

taylir gar Tracyn

hold your Fire (Mando’a)

Fic rating: General with a couple Mature chapter in the middle

Fic Tags: Poe x OFC, hurt/comfort, angst, massive slow burn, pining, eventual fluff, Mandalorians, enemies to friends to...,

Fic warnings: mild sexual content, panic attacks, minor character death

Chapter 1 Chapter 2

no warnings for this chapter

Chapter 3 - Friction

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      Poe was woken the next day, by a string of unrelenting beeps from his BB unit. He groaned.

      “Has the alarm even gone yet? Let me sleep ‘til the alarm goes off.”

      He stayed where he was, eyes beginning to droop shut when the familiar alarm blared through the barrack speakers. 

      Instantly, BB-8 rolled away from his charging port to intentionally bump against Poe’s bunk.

      “Urgh!” 

      Poe hauled himself upright, sitting on the edge of his cot and blinking blearily at his little droid who peered up at him.

      “Mornin’ buddy,” he drawled through a yawn. 

      BB-8 hummed before chirping excitedly. 

      “Well, you’ll see her when we're about to leave. Unless you come to first-meal. Why are you so excited to meet her?”

      BB whirred, jostling his body back and forth. Poe frowned.

      “I didn’t mean to make her sound really cool. Is that really how it appeared?”

      The droid just warbled affirmatively. Poe sighed heavily. Perfect.

      “Just remind me of the stuff I need to pack after first-meal ok?”

      Poe stood and stretched before shaking his head violently in the mirror, inspecting his hair. His usual routine of getting dressed was hastened by BB-8 bumping repeatedly against the door in his annoying but successful attempt to make Poe hurry up. 

      “Alright, alright! Let’s go,” he said nudging the little droid with the side of his foot to get past him. He stepped out and instantly collided with Karé.

      “Sorry,” he grunted. 

      She just snorted, amused.

      “Watch where you’re going, flyboy. I was just heading to get Avara.”

      She strode over to room three and knocked. No reply. 

      “She’s probably already gone with the others. C’mon, we’re late.”

      “Late? The second bell hasn’t gone yet." He blinked. "Has it?”

      Karé rolled her eyes. 

      “I guess it rang while you were washing your precious hair.”

      “Funny.”

        They jogged towards the mess hall, BB-8 bumbling after them. The pilots were sitting at the usual corner table this time, along with a lot more people than usual.

      Probably here because I’ll be off on a mission. Or, he thought, suddenly frowning, they’re here to meet Deccol. Word does travel fast in a small base like this. Who wouldn’t want to meet a Mandalorian? 

      Heads turned towards him as they walked through the rows of tables. Nods, waves and murmurs of ‘good luck’ and ‘be safe,’ followed him and Karé as they reached their table. A loud cheer rose from the pilots gathered as they spotted him, and he grinned, warmth exploding in his chest.

      He was stuck in the swarm of about fifteen rowdy pilots for at least twenty minutes, all of them wanting to say farewell and wish him luck. Even BB-8 got a round of pats.

      Iolo eventually came to the rescue, no doubt sent by Karé.

      “Sorry guys, but this guy needs his big breakfast and his caf, or you know what he’s like during the day. We wouldn’t want to inflict grumpy-Poe on his new partner now, would we?”

      After a smatter of laughter, a few more hair ruffles and back slaps, the group moved on, leaving the table to the usuals. Poe turned to Iolo.

      “Since when am I grumpy?” asked Poe indignantly, as he tried to fix his hair.

      “My friend,” said Iolo, mockingly wise, “Poe Dameron is thirty per cent recklessness, twenty-five stupidity and twenty cockiness.”

      “You missed out twenty-five per cent.”

      “That’s the grumpy part.” 

      Poe punched him as they sat down at the table. 

      Deccol was already there, tucking into her meal. She nodded in greeting, her mouth full. That’s when BB-8 decided to announce himself. He trilled loudly at her side and she turned to look down at him, confused. 

      “Avara, you don’t know binary, do you?” Jess asked.

      Deccol shook her head. The astromech moaned, upset.

      “Well, that’s BeeBee-Eight. He’s Poe’s son,” said Karé.

      BB-8 moved to nudge his master’s leg affectionately as Poe rolled his eyes at Karé’s description.

      “He’s my astromech droid,” he corrected. “The best one there is,” he added fondly.

      “He’s the one coming with us, isn’t he?”

      “Yep. You’ll learn how to talk to him in time, it’s not hard.”

      “So,” began Snap, disrupting the conversation about BB, “How much about this mission can you tell us? When will you be back?”

      Poe looked around at his friends, all leaning towards him, watching seriously, worry etched in their faces. His heart swelled in sudden affection for them. He sighed sadly.

      “I don’t know. We have tasks to complete,” he said looking to Deccol, “and we don’t know how many. Leia just said they’re important.”

      And dangerous.

      He swallowed nervously.

      “You’ll make it back. You always do,” assured Jess. Poe just nodded, his throat tight. Karé and Snap exchanged a worried look.

      “Now eat! Don’t let us ruin your appetite.”

      Poe smiled and ducked his head down to obey the command, his stomach loosening slightly.

      Deccol had just observed the whole interaction without a word.

        ***

        Poe was pacing his quarters, almost tearing his hair out.

      “No, no! Beebs, it’s something else! Kriff… what am I forgetting?”

      He was packing his carry-bag. 

      “You’d think this would be straight-forward,” he growled, kicking a box aside grumpily as he scanned the stuff thrown around his room.

      I’m forgetting something so obvious I’m going to kick myself when I remember it.

      “Clothes, toiletries, my jacket,” he began chanting, sticking out one finger with each. “Credits, my datapad, my hair stuff, my holster, my tools… What else?”

      Everything he had listed out was already in his bag.

      He and Deccol were due to leave in under half an hour. And he was still here, holed up in his quarters, fussing about what to pack, things strewn around in his haste to find what was needed.

      A sharp knock sounded on the door. BB-8 darted towards it, bumping over Poe’s various belongings.

      “No BeeBee, wait-” he cried, lunging for the droid.

BB opened the door before he could be stopped. To reveal Deccol. Kriff. Damnit, Bee. She was wearing more armour than she had previously.

      “Dameron, are you-”

      She took in Poe, stumbling over a discarded shirt in his haste to stop his little droid and instantly averted her gaze, looking pointedly away from him. It took him a second to realise why. 

      He leaned down and whipped his shirt up, the ring on the chain around his neck whacking against his forehead. He pulled the shirt over his head, pink dusting his cheeks. He thought he could detect a slight colour change on her face too.

      “Uh, sorry. BeeBee is always a bit hasty when opening my door.”

      “Yeah, I- uh- I heard through the door.” 

      Poe blushed more, fingers running through his hair as BB yipped gleefully. Poe glared at him.

      “So I take it you’re not ready to go?”

      “I will be,” he sighed. “I just hate packing. Nothing unusual.”

      “I could help?” she offered.

      He was about to give a snobby reply of ‘I don’t need your help to pack a bag, I'm not a child,’ when BB-8 hummed appreciatively before Poe could open his mouth. The droid stretched out his claw to grab Poe’s leather jacket on the floor, dragging it to Deccol's feet. She bent over to take it, smiling at his droid.

      “I think you need this.”

      Poe swiped it from her grasp and slipped it on, embarrassed.

      “Well, what have you got packed so far?”

      He listed it out reluctantly.

      She frowned. “Aren’t you carrying any weapons?”

      Poe Dameron, it’s time to kick yourself.

      “Shit! That’s right!” He darted over to his closet, kneeling down to open the lowest drawer, pulling out his blaster pistol and a knife. “I mean we do get issued the standard rifles, but everyone prefers to carry their own weapons for missions.” 

      “Makes sense.”

      Poe looked over his shoulder.

      She was leaning against the door frame, watching BB-8 roll back and forth, desperately trying to sort Poe’s scattered belongings. She had a bemused smile on her face and Poe almost found the corners of his mouth beginning to lift at the sight of it, before mentally slapping himself.

      Let’s not do that. You already look like an idiot, let's not make it worse.

      He dumped his blaster and knife into his bag and buckled it shut, hoisting it over his shoulder.

      “BeeBee, did you go scan those freighters at the end of the strip, like I asked you to? Did you find a good one?”

      BB-8 chirped.

      “We’re using a freighter? What model?”

      “You familiar with the Ghtroc Seven-Twenty light freighter? I figured that would be suitable for us. The Resistance has a couple of old ones lying around so I sent BeeBee to scan the ship systems to make sure we took the best one.”

      “That model does sound familiar. A small freighter should be good.”

      They stepped outside, Poe taking a last glance at his room before locking the door. I’m gonna miss this place, he thought with a pang. I always miss the familiarity.  

      Deccol picked up a long, unusual looking rifle and slung the strap over her shoulder, before picking up a small bag and a helmet with the famous T-shaped visor that she tucked under her arm.

      Poe took this chance to get a better look at the extra armour she had on. A cuirass, complete with a chest plate, pauldrons and backpiece, along with two thigh guards, one shin guard. 

      “Isn’t it a bit early to get all suited up?”

      BB-8 whirred ahead of them, leading the way to their freighter enthusiastically.

      “It’s easier to wear it than carry it.”

      “That’s true I guess. It must be a hassle to wear so much all the time though.”

      “At the start it was,” she countered, “but I’m used to it now.”

      BB-8 was rolling back towards them beeping loudly, interrupting their semi-small talk. He looped around the partners before barrelling off in front again, still beeping.

      Poe chuckled.

      “According to Beebs, we need to hurry up.”

      ***

E/N: Next chapter kicks off a bit more! Their mission begins in Chapter 4.

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Nvtfoa Destiny Au- Ch.2

Hey everyone! I’m back after a month of writing and decided to give you another chapter as I have had a few people who enjoyed it. The Original Characters of Nvtfoe belong to @mrevaunit42 and all respected Characters of Star vs. the Forces of Evil belong to Disney and Disney XD Please enjoy the story.

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“Maybe we could stop for a second!? The ship is in enough bad shape, I don’t want to crash!” Connor exclaimed.

“The area around us is too cluttered for us to land anywhere. We need to get to the tower.” The Ghost said.

The spaceship ride was bumpy, jittery, and Connor was not able to relax as he and his Ghost was bouncing around inside the cockpit. Connor would have asked the Ghost to stop somewhere, but according to the Ghost, they weren’t going to land anywhere soon.

“So while we are jumping around as though we're about to crash, do you mind telling me more about the fallen?” Connor asked, with a few hiccups from the juttering ship.

“The fallen are extraterrestrials that came to earth and are here to get one thing: The Traveler.” The Ghost explained, “They were one of the contributors to the collapse and now we're on our last legs, only having one last surviving city to stand on.”

“Where’s the city,” Connor said as a big “BANG!” sounded from the back of the ship,

“We should be coming up on it now… There over the mountains!” The Ghost said as it came into view from the cockpit.

Just over the horizon of the mountains was the last safe city on earth the ghost had talked about came into view. Connor could only look at the city in awe as he took the next few moments to stare in awe.

That was, until, a massive explosion was heard from the rear of the spacecraft.

Connor frantically looked towards his Ghost saying, “What now!?”

The Ghost looked towards the controls and saw that they were closing in on the destination and made the ship turn a hard left towards a field with a long strip of grey outside the city as he said, “Hang on!”

-0-0-0-

The Guardians around the grey strip of land were silent as it was quiet and calmer than normal, being more quiet than usual they saw it. So much quieter in fact that Guardians decided to goof around on said land strip that they decided to start a game that involved a ball being kicked around the width of the strip. A few of the Guardians around either rolled their eyes had mixtures of laughter and smiles at their antics or had scoffed with various looks of disapproval.

Eventually, a Guardian who was at his post by the end of the land strip saw the incoming ball of fire that was a ship coming in at a very dangerous speed. The Guardian rang the bell to alarm the others in the entire vicinity, but the Guardians in the middle of the land strip realized too soon and faced the consequences.

And the consequence was a ship coming right in front of their faces.

The ship landed with a boom and slid several meters across the strip of land, as Guardians looked around trying to notify others who were preoccupied with other things to help look for survivors. When some of the Guardians arrived at where the ship had rested and Guardians began to surround the ship and began to investigate the damages.

One of the Guardians that had revived himself took off his plain blue helmet from his plain blue body armor to reveal an oddly shaped, blue-haired human that had a light tan complexion. He immediately went to the front of the ship, obviously frustrated by the fact that the game had been interrupted.

However, when he looked inside he furrowed his brow as he saw an unconscious black haired person unconscious from the impact of the crash landing of the ship.

-0-0-0-

Connor’s worldview was thrashing about, even though his eyes were shut, as he tried to focus his vision to see what just happened in front of him. His head felt unhinged from his body, however, could make out what some of the muffled sounds that came from the outside world.

“...diaaan? …… Please get up? I don’t want to revive you again a second time today please,” Connor blinked away the blur and felt himself try to move, but extreme pain in one of his arms kept him from moving.

“Huh, guess that means you’re partially conscious… Welp, Ghost, do your thing then bring him to the front tower,” said an irritated voice. Connor could only assume that it was another Guardian that got upset by the situation…. Or in this case a massive mess.

Connor tried to speak and almost said a different name when he called out, but could only make out a loud painful whisper as he said, “Ghost, who was that?”

“That was Jack. Apparently, he is a bit miffed at us wrecking the soccer ball game,” Connor blinked from the oddities within his eyes as his double vision began to come into focus more on each passing second. His Ghost was healing him, however, him suffering the brunt of the ship’s force of impact as well caused him to stagger slightly as he tried to heal his Guardian.

“Did he tell you that?” Connor asked. He knew the answer, but the question came more out of reflex rather than curiosity.

“No, but I heard him as he stomped towards the ship. Apparently, he was about to pull a trick that no one in the area had ever seen, but got hit by us… He muttered this all under his breath as he came stomping towards us.”

Connor groaned as he rose slightly and looked at the ship. It was completely obliterated of any usable technology that was available on the ship beforehand, and the same went to the front dashboard that only had one section of recognizable features whilst the rest of it was a mixture of broken metal and glass. There were also flames scattered throughout the small ship that threatened to reach the two of them in moments. Connor tried to move a little, however, couldn’t as the pain hand increased but did not vanish.

The flames rose more and the Ghost spoke in a worried tone, “This isn’t good. If we don’t get you out of here, the flames will probably hurt you in a way that I can’t fix,”

The Ghost rose to the cockpit, “Hey can anyone get him out of here?! He can’t move!” After a few moments of silence the cockpit window was lifted out and smoke that was contained inside lifted into the air. The normal air started to enter and mix inside the ship and Connor could breathe slightly as a blurry image of someone reaching out their hand to lift them out of the smoke-filled persecution chamber.

Connor instinctively grabbed onto the arm and was pulled out to fresh air. The noise became clearer as the voices became louder than before. When he finally got a hold of his senses, Connor looked up to see a beautiful girl with blond hair with a single red streak in it. She also had armor that matched, having red armor, but also has small bits of light and dark orange… almost resembling a sunset.

“Hey, are you okay?” The female Guardian said. She spoke in a normal tone but had a hint of worry that anybody would pick up when they heard it. Connor’s world focused on her and a moment of silence fell on him before he realized what was occurring.

“Uhh... I’m good… thank you.” The Guardian nodded and walked away as Connor got down from the head of the ship, “Follow me. Jack needs to give you a ride back to the tower.”

Connor struggled for a moment trying to get more of his bearings but was soon lifted under one arm by the female Guardian looking slightly sheepish.

“Sorry, thought you were good enough to stand by yourself…,” Slight guilt came over Connor as he quickly spoke out.

“No, no it’s ok, uh… My name is Connor, what’s yours?” Connor was grasping at straws to try and make the conversation any less awkward than it already was.

“The name is Missy, a pleasure to meet you, Connor.” Connor laughed under his breath in nervousness and after a few moments got a good hold on being supported by Missy. The two of them stared at each other for a few moments, not knowing what to say until something caught the eye of Connor as he looked passed Missy.

“Why is the sky purple?” Missy turned around and giggled slightly and the statement.

“It’s not purple, that's just the warding dawn,” Connor tilted his head in confusion, “It’s an ability that we Titans can use to provide cover in a big purple dome… Think of it as a protective bubble.”

Connor looked at the floor of said “bubble” and noticed a white glowing outline that circled around them. Connor nodded in acknowledgment and continued to walk forward towards a destination Connor did not know. After a few paces, they exited the dome and the purple tint around the area of the ship were gone and they saw the area around filled with a couple buildings that were operable with some that were destroyed to the ground.

Connor felt slightly out of place as he said, “So where are we going, and what's going on?”

Missy turned to him and said, “We’re heading to the big messed up tower that’s somehow still up… honestly, i don’t know why we haven’t patched it up yet,” They kept walking towards the crumbled up tower as she continued, “Oh, and the Guardians assigned here today are taking your ship to the hangar bay back towards the city to get patched up!”

Missy turned her head towards the ship and winced at the sight of the ship as she said, “Although… I think it’s going to be a couple of days before you can go on patrols or missions…”

Connor laughed at the comment and said, “I’m guessing I’m getting a briefing about everything when I get to the city then?”

Missy scratched the back of her neck out of nervousness saying, “Yea… I’m sorry everything must be extremely new to you, I'll try my best to not completely overload you with information.”

Connor rolled his eyes at the situation. The entire situation felt oddly normal to him as if he encountered this kind of odd situations beforehand. Connor thought about it and tried to remember something, anything to give him some insight as to what his past was, however, it was to no avail and he made his way towards the beaten and broken tower that was ahead of him with the help of Missy.

After entering Connor saw that the tower itself was entirely hollow, as any semblance or evidence of furniture was removed from the vicinity an extremely long time ago. They hurried to the top of the tower to where two people were talking… and occasionally raising their voice to emphasize some point.

Missy rolled her eyes and sighed as she said, “Jack is a little miffed that you interrupted the crash interrupted the soccer game he was holding. Although, I still question why he even decided to hold it in the middle of the crash strip.”

They turned a left as they headed up the stairs and the conversation got louder as Connor could make out a little of what Jack was saying.

“... yes, Janna, we got another ship coming in…. What? No, there wasn’t any power supplies you could experiment with… Yes, there was a Guardian that came in crashing in with a faulty ship… Please try not to experiment with the ship, there’s a Guardian who needs it… Don’t make me answer that question, I’ve barely seen the guy.” The conversation went on and Missy set Connor on the stairs next to the entryway.

“Jack! I’ve got the Guardian from the crash site… You could’ve helped him by the way.” Jack stopped and turned back towards Missy, “His Ghost was damaged from the crash, he couldn’t heal as fast. Could it have killed you to give him a hand?”

“No, because I needed to inform the Vanguard first. You know how Marco is about being neat and tidy, and that, unfortunately, takes priority,” Jack took a glance behind to look at Missy and continued, “So, it is going to be a little bit before I can give him a ride to the big city and the Tower, so give me a few minutes to request an order.”

Just then, Janna over a radio in front of Jack spoke in a slightly mocking tone saying, “Don’t worry about that Jack, I’ll give “Lord Marco” that we have a Guardian needing a ride and the…. “New blood Briefing.”

Connor’s ears perked up at the sound of that. This briefing, judging by Janna’s tone, was about as inviting as the fallen he took down earlier today.

Thinking back to when he had to fight the fallen only a few hours ago, he noticed the organization the group of aliens had… as well as some of the technology they brought with them…. It stood out to him as a threat, and it worried Connor.

Connor began thinking more on this as a few minutes passed before he felt a nudge on his shoulder and turned to see Missy sitting down beside him.

“So your ride will be here when Marco decides to give the call to pick you up… and that’s when Jackie decides to tell Marco… Soo in the meantime why don’t I tell you a little bit about the tower and the City?” Connor nodded more eagerly that he would have thought and this caused Missy to giggle slightly. This made Connor have a slight blush, however not visible to the mundane eye.

“To start off we are the last safe city on earth. After something called the “Collapse” happened we lost our planet to what we refer to as the Darkness. It swallowed our solar system whole and made us go nigh extinct. However, the big white ball in the sky called the Traveler stopped the incoming Darkness and made a lot of our enemies stop in their traps before we would be blinked out so to speak.”

Connor looked towards Missy and asked, “Are the fallen a part of the darkness? Because I fought them before I even got here.”

Missy looked at Connor in surprise, “You’ve already faced the Fallen and survived all by yourself? That’s impressive… And yes they are a part of the darkness, and while they are a major thorn in our sides, there are bigger advocates of the Darkness or the darkness themselves that come at us…. And during the collapse, they wiped out nearly all of humanity. Destroying thousands of years of technology that we had built under a society that involved reasoning and cooperative thinking.”

Missy stood up and looked at Connor directly in the eye, “After long and hard battles the Traveler managed to push back the darkness, but the Traveler became fractured and broken. With that, he went to what a lot of people say sleep and hasn’t done anything else since.”

Connor followed along, however, he looked at his Ghost and then his hand and asked, “So, where do the Guardians fall into this?”

“Well-,” She was however cut off by Jack who came to the entryway and knocked on the walls for their attention.

“Not to break up the history lesson, but there’s a ride outside. A woman by the name of Amanda Holiday will take you to the hangar bay in the city tower and you’ll be filled in their… Also, i heard your name from you two talking right outside my door… Also again, sorry for not helping you out earlier, but Marco is a bit picky about how things are typically done as you’ll soon see.”

Connor nodded and got up instinctually, a lot faster than he was expecting and turned to his Ghost for an explanation.

“I repaired myself and healed up your wounds with the time that we had.” Connor chuckled under his breath then turned towards Missy who also stood up.

“Thanks for the partial history lesson and thanks for your hospitality…, “ Connor scratched the back of his head out of nervousness, “Sorry if I was a bit of inconvenience today…”

Missy hastily dismayed by waving her hands saying, “Oh no, don’t be! I should be apologizing for not being more helpful in this situation. I mean you must have a lot of questions…”

Both of them laughed and awkwardness fell in the room until Jack knocked on the wall again saying, “The ride? To the city?”

Connor and Missy coughed nervously and said together, “Right! Sorry.”

After a few moments of getting down the stairs there was a ship just as Jack said by the end of the crash strip, as he heard many Guardians call it, and left towards the ship’s cargo hold which was open and within was a blond short-haired woman in a grey mechanical suit with a scarf accessory who was waving to the Approaching Connor.

When Connor jumped on the cargo ship he was greeted with a handshake and a country accent, “Howdy Guardian! I’m Amanda Holiday, a senior engineer. Pleasure.”

Connor nodded and returned the handshake saying, “I’m Connor, new Guardian I guess… I don’t know what to call myself yet.”

Amanda smirked and said, “Well, I’m sure Marco is gonna tell you what’s what back at the Tower.”

Connor was getting more and more nervous with the continued mention about this visit with “Marco” and he soon felt a pressure of some sort of guilt on him that he felt was hard to shake off. Amanda noticed this and put a hand on Connor’s shoulder.

“Don’t worry about it too much, big guy. At the very least he is a bit more calming than the other two Vanguard Tom and Star.”

This didn’t help Connor’s nervousness in the slightest.

-0-0-0-

The Ride there was slightly jostling in Amanda’s cargo hold but was nothing compared to the crash a few minutes ago and one could say it was even slightly relaxing as they came into the city. The city itself was beautiful up close. It shined brilliantly as many buildings looked both old and new from reconstruction to old age as they flew over the city.

“So what we just picked you up from was a crash strip that surrounds the city area. Four on each compass of the map so that we don’t have many accidents against the city walls… The Titans that defend it don’t exactly appreciate the accidents that cause a lot of damage to the walls they spend there life to protect.” Amanda shouted, pulling Connor from his sightseeing of the city near one of the windows.

“Honestly, I was the only one able to pick you up right now. Apparently, the city has been scrambling to try and find more warp drives for Guardianships. Apparently, we're out of stock and Marco has made it a priority for every Guardian in the field to try and find some supply the Fallen may have stashed away, Although he ain’t having much luck.”

Connor nodded as he looked back towards the city for a moment and said, “I wonder if I could help with that…”

Amanda laughed at the comment and said, “You’re already thinking about helping out the city?! Wow! You really are a Guardian!”

Connor laughed at the reply to his statement. Truthfully he felt happy about the comment and was about to say something before Connor’s sight changed from the city to a hangar bay and Amanda exclaimed, “Where here Connor! Welcome to my hometown!”

The cargo doors opened to reveal noise of metal and metal upon metal sawing, roaring, and destroying one another. Tens of hundreds of voices talking at once and what looked to be robots guarding some of the areas surrounding the area. There were even a few other Guardians that were either just talking or pulling jokes to entertain one another.

Connor stepped down from the ship, uncertain of where to go next until a lady with long blonde hair with two pink hearts on each side of her cheeks exclaiming, “OVER HEREEEEE!”

Connor saw a bright pink robe with some purple accents around the armor with purple stripes on each side of the gauntlets and leg pieces as she rushed towards him and grabbed him by both hands whilst she bounced up and down in almost overwhelming excitement.

“SoyourthenewGuardian!?Ohmygosh,what’syourname?Doyourememberanythingbeforeyouwokeup?What’syourfavoritethingtoeat-”

“Whoa there, Star,” Amanda said from behind Connor, gently trying to put Star’s hands of Connor, “This guy only got resurrected recently, I’d say all he needs is a briefing from Marco. I think that’s all the excitement he needs today… In my personal opinion anyway.”

Star made a slight pout on her face, “But, Amandaaaaaa. There are so many things that I want to show him!” Star let go of Connor’s hand to face towards Amanda saying, “And I believe everyone’s first day here should be exciting AND inviting!”

“So bombarding him with questions he doesn’ have the answers too yet is invintin?” There was a pause before realization struck Star as she scratched the back of her head.

“You have a point…. Sorry for overloading you Guardian,” Almost as if she made a 180, her consideration went right back into curiosity as she asked, “What is your name though?”

Connor who was jostled up slightly by Star’s antics took a moment to shake his head and say, “I’m Connor… I assume you're part of the “Vanguard” that has been mentioned?”

Star nodded her head and said, “Yep! I’m in charge of the Warlocks that are here in the city and you my good Guardian, are probably a Hunter.”

Connor tilted his head to the side and shook his head saying, “Please before you give me all of this information, do you mind if I sit down for a sec? I kinda want to rest before I get bombarded with more information again.”

Connor more overwhelmed by everything now that he was here, and having another round of information thrown at him sounded about as appealing as fighting the Fallen again.

Star looked slightly surprised, but also a bit impressed as she nodded in understanding saying, “Okay! Just ask to come to the Vanguard Hall when you’re want to!”

With that, Star ran off without a second thought giving Connor a chance to breathe as he looked around the hanger some more. In truth, he thought that Star was going to drag him off somewhere, but was surprised at her understanding of his situation.

Connor began to roam the hangar bay, with a small tour thanks to Amanda, as they roamed around Connor started getting ideas for how some parts could be improved, and ,oh, there could be an extra space in the cargo ships if Har- Connor stopped for a moment and thought to himself for a moment and thought to himself.

Where were these ideas coming from? And how was he coming up with these ideas?... Just who was he before everything going on right now.

“And that i believe is about everything in the hangar bay… Hey, you okay?” Connor blinked his eyes as he looked back at Amanda and went back to his thoughts and sighed.

“... If it’s alright with you, I’d probably prefer if I got some sleep. Do you know a place I can stay for the night?” Connor said this with a lot more plea in his voice than he noticed, however it did reach Amanda’s ears.

“Sure, If you take a right by the entryway of the hanger, there is a place where Guardians sleep when they're not registered by the city.” Connor sighed in relief as he said his thanks and walked over towards it.

Connor made his way into the room, which turned out to be one big long hallway with multiple bunk beds on each side of the said hallway. There were a few people in the hallway along with  and In between the bunk beds was a nightstand and at the very end of the hall there was a phone labeled, “Direct messaging to the Vanguard, for emergencies only.”

Connor picked a random bed towards the end of the room and laid down, nearly falling asleep, but he thought of something before he fell asleep. However, something out of the blue plagued his mind as he thought of his Ghost in the spur of the moment.

Something came to him, a name that just repeated in his head and was on the tip of his tongue a couple of times during the day.

Connor spoke softly and almost called him the name he was thinking of when he whispered, “Ghost are you there?”

The Ghost had appeared in front of him and drifted closer to him saying, “What’s up Connor?”

“Do you know anyone by the name of “Harry”?” The Ghost whirred around and made a couple of noises searching in his databanks.

“No, I don’t have anyone that would go by the name of Harry in my databanks that you would have heard about recently. Why what’s up?” Connor turned in his bed and contemplated in thought about what was going on inside his head.

“I think that it’s something that I might have picked up from… somewhere, but I don’t recall, but for now, I think that we should call it a night. Could you do me a favor and see if you could try and see if you couldn’t find anything while I’m asleep?”

The Ghost nodded mid-air saying, “Gotcha, you can always rely on me.”

Connor smiled and said, “Thanks, pal.”

After that Connor’s eyes fell on his body and mind falling asleep. In his sleep he was falling, falling, falling even more. It came to the point where Connor couldn’t figure out what was up or down in some sense.

Until he landed with a thud on a floor of some kind, however.

Connor rose to his feet as he saw machines of many various shapes and styles. Some of them were human, whilst some were being made into metal parts of a spherical shape with energy that appeared unnatural. After that Connor was thrusted into an image of the hangar bay where he found the ship he crash landed with to see an enormous Fallen ominous figure in front of where the spacecraft was originally held. Just when he was about to turn and see Connor a great orange light and flames jettisoned out and cast away the darkness!

“Ah!” Connor woke with a stir and found himself back in the temporary settlement he was sleeping in.

The dream felt too real, in fact, it felt as though it was just more than a dream. However, Connor forgot most of the dream in the panic of waking up and decided to think more about it after he was finished sleeping.

Connor was about to go back to fall back to sleep until he heard he heard shuffling below him with a ‘THUD’ and heard a slight whimper. Connor held still for but a moment and then decided to peek over for a moment to see who was below him.

It was a girl who wore a dark red robe with black outlines and small white outlines on the bottom of the robes. Rubbing her brown hair, Her two pigtails on the side of her head partially in her face as she met Connor’s eyes with her own cyan blue eyes.

Under normal circumstances Connor would have said something along the thought of, “Who are you?” or “What are you doing here?!” but something inside of Connor spoke out to him saying he knew her and he wanted… he wanted nothing more than to get to know her… to ask her name.

Unfortunately, she had a look of panic as she ran towards the end of the hallway.

Connor scrambled out of his bed and chased after her down the hallway. She ran out and the door bursted open with a slam whilst Connor still gave chase. The girl, however, caught on that he was chasing her and immediately threw what looked to be a rock in his general direction. It whiffed over Connor’s head as he barely was able to duck his head in time and kept charging forward.

“Wait!” Connor exclaimed as he ran after the girl, however, she ran with twists and turns until finally she tried to rear around and appeared to throw a fist. Connor’s instinct took over and stopped by throwing his arms over his face.

However nothing hit him, instead, the girl grabbed him by one of the arms and within a moment transmatted within a few seconds and appeared on a ship somewhere in the hanger. Before Connor had the chance to question where he was he was pushed onto a chair and he was now face to face with the girl he had been chasing with her arms crossed, however she had a look of concern rather than anger as she went towards one of the windows on the ship to look out for something.

The girl looked back at Connor saying, “Could you be any louder?! It’s bad enough we probably woke up the whole waiting hallway with the racket we caused,” The girl huffed, “At the very least we're here now, and we’ll be able to get out of here before the guards catch us…”

Connor stood up from the ground and looked a the girl, “Could at least tell me your name before you take me somewhere against my will?”

The girl whipped her head around to Connor, “Excuse me?! I did not take you against your will!”

Connor simply wore a deadpanned look, “Did you ask me?”

The girl almost winced, but held her stance saying, “Well you followed me didn’t you?”

“Without telling me where we were going, which means without my consent, and therefore means against my will.”

“I could have just told you, but you wouldn’t come otherwise!”

“What makes you so sure, Nova?”

The air practically froze when Connor said that name and the girl simply looked at Connor with a worried, yet intrigued expression.

“How… H-how do you know my name?” The girl asked mostly out of curiosity, but there was a bit of nervousness that Connor could see in her eyes as he stared at the cyan orbs.

Connor put on a serious face even though he was panicking inside, “I don’t, and honestly I… doesn't know where that name came from. It just happened to pop into my head whenever I saw you… So what’s your name?”

“... Nova., how do you do.” Connor nodded and looked away for but a moment in acknowledgment as he sighed.

There were so many questions running through Connor’s mind as he looked back into Nova’s eyes. He wanted to know what these names were and they felt as though he has said them a hundred times before all of this today, the same could have been said for the name “Harry” as he almost called his Ghost that multiple times.

Connor made up his plan and asked, “So what do you need me for? You seem like the type that wouldn’t do this unless you really needed to since you were concerned with almost waking up everyone.”

Nova raised an eyebrow and replied, “Why do you want to know? For all you know, I could be here to get you killed!”

Connor had already come to this conclusion, “Because you seem trustworthy. That and you don’t exactly give off an intimidating nature.”

Nova huffed, “Hey!”

Connor continued, “And… There is this feeling… No memory? That I don’t remember, but i guess my body remembers… saying your name…” The air went silent again as Nova still seemed nervous for whatever reason.

Nova said nothing for a moment and said, “... You want to know why I led you here?”

“Kidnapped,” Connor said.

“LED HERE,” Nova exclaimed as Connor simply wore a smug grin. Nova continued, “And I'll take that as a yes…, So… I need help.”

Nova nervously grabbed her left arm with her right hand and said, “I heard from Amanda that you had found a ship somewhere during your resurrection earlier today.”

Connor nodded as he remembered talking to it more in detail during the hangar tour as she continued, “I heard rumors that the Fallen are gathering parts from all over old Russia according to the scouts and I was wondering... If you could take me to where you first found the ship in old Russia. I was hoping to investigate it.”

Connor rolled his eyes and nodded his head saying, “A) You could have asked, and B) Sure, but only one condition..”

Nova was about to retort before there was some rumbling outside as she quickly looked back at the window. Panic seized her face as she said, “Okay, what’s the second condition.”

“I come with you when start investigating.” Nova whipped around to a still smiling Connor. She was about to say “No” but the rustling got louder as and Nova bolted from her position from the window.

“We’ll discuss this later! Right now guards are after me!” Connor smiled as he walked to the hangar door with an extended hand.

“I didn’t hear a yeees.” Connor knew he was in a situation to where he couldn’t get punished too severely considering he just got here moments ago. However, he knew some kind of serious trouble would befall Nova if he were to expose her right here and now.

Nova’s head whipped around and gasped saying, “YOU WOULDN’T-”

“Yes, say yes,” Connor said, almost tauntingly.

Nova put on her best angry face, but Connor could only smile as it just only gave him a warm feeling… It’s almost as if he missed this feeling.

The sound got closer and eventually, Connor saw through the same window that Nova had used to see that someone was running around and was yelling, “NOVA, COME BACK HERE!”

Nova’s panic had skyrocketed, as she hastily nodded her head and said, “YES! OKAY? YES!”

Connor nodded in satisfaction as he bowed his head saying, “Proceed.”

Nova immediately jumped into the chair where the controls were and started the engines as the craft began to take flight.

Connor heard voices outside saying, “NOVA ANALISE BUTTERFLY NO-” the person didn’t get to finish as the ship blasted out of the hangar bay and skyrocketed, causing Connor to immediately hang onto something as they blasted the big white sphere in the sky known as the Traveler.

-0-0-0-

Eventually, after a while, Connor got his bearings and sat next to Nova in the co-pilot seat. After a couple hours of silence, he said, “Well that was interesting. So do you mind telling me who that was?”

Nova bit her lip as she said, “That was… Marco… my father.”

Connor’s eyes went immediately went wide as he leaned his chair next to Nova’s as he said, “Your Dad?! The same Marco that I've heard is a Vanguard member?!”

Nova sheepishly nodded her head as the sun over the horizon began to come up over some mountains, “I was… trying to help him out, “ Nova dipped her head slightly as she continued, “The warp drive situation is worse than it’s let on to be. Due to an accident, the hanger, trying to create more warp drives a few days before you arrived, the engineering wing had suffered a malfunction and now it could be months or even years before we could even get more Guardians ships repaired. That means less Guardians out there and no one to try and push back the Darkness… Which could be extremely bad for everyone.”

Connor took on a serious face and nodded in understanding as he felt the air take on more of a serious tone. Connor replied with, “His scouts haven’t found anything?”

Nova shook her head and almost looked as though she was in pain, “Dad is really not happy… lately, it’s all he discusses with Mom at home, trying to get more options to fix this.”

It almost pained Connor to see Nova this down, already he felt the situations weight and put a hand on Nova’s shoulder. She looked at him with almost teary eyes.

“Don’t worry too much, we will find something,” Nova raised both of her eyebrows as if to say ‘Are you sure?’

“And even if we don’t find anything, you had a good reason to try and find something to help out your family. That’s what really counts.”

Nova looked at Connor as if she found a treasure and with looks alone they shared a moment that didn’t need words as they stared at each other for a few minutes.

Suddenly a crimson red Ghost appeared and with a deep ladylike accent warned, “Nova! Watch it!” Nova whipped her head around as she saw that they were about to hit a cliff. Nova veered right as she swerved around the mountain cliff and narrowly dodged the rock formation with a ‘phew’.

“Turn left! We’re close to the hanger we were at!” Connor’s Ghost had exclaimed. Nova veered left as she jerked the ship in the appropriate direction.

“Stop!” The Ghost exclaimed once more. Nova struggled to stop the ship and eventually the ship ceased to and they hovered by a cliffside which was surrounded by rusted buildings, cars and a small rusted metal shack towards the left of the scenery.

Both Connor and Nova tried to get there bearings as the senses were partially frazzled by the experience and Connor shook his head as he sat back up. During his daze, Connor looked out at the scenery and saw the change as familiar white snow with brown grass.

Connor put his hand on his head and said, “Ghost. Warnings before you just pop out with screaming.”

Both Ghosts looked at each other and said simultaneously, “Sorry.”

After a few moments of remembering where they were, Connor and Nova both transmatted out of the plane and landed on the ground as their weapons appeared on their backs. While Connor only had the one weapon, Nova appeared to have a hand cannon with a bright red and gold color scheme with three white symbols on the side of the gun, A gun that appeared to almost have a square frame with bright lights straight lines of light blue on the sides, and finally a sword with a brown hilt and a black blade with bright white that outlined the blade.

The blade itself was special all on its own, as the guard made a square around the handle. Finally at the vertex of the handle and blade met was the red butterfly that curved upward around the bottom part of the blade, it acted as the entry point for the blade and hilt, and had a black outline to make the butterfly visible, and at the body of the butterfly was a yellow star. Connor whistled as the selection of guns impressed him from looks alone.

Nova rolled her eyes saying, “I need you to follow me. My gear and strength are a better than anything you have currently if I’m, to be honest.” Connor nodded and the two looked towards their Ghosts as Nova continued, “So where do we need to head to?”

“I recorded that area for future reference and it should be… to your rights.” Connor and Nova looked towards the left as they saw an opening to the rusted fortress of the cosmodrome. With some stairs leading out from the left of the said opening.

“I knew that we were going to come back here eventually, Connor, but barely after a day of your resurrection? I haven’t had this much to do, since that time I had to escape a Fallen sector without getting blown to pieces.”

“Only a Fallen sector? You should try to follow Nova into a Vex stronghold, I swear,” The two Ghosts conversed as they both glided by Nova and Connor’s shoulders, “This girl gets into so much danger that the Vanguard had put her into house arrest for nearly setting an off a bomb early in a hive cave. That’s really the main reason why Marco was so uppity about her leaving.”

Nova blushed out of embarrassment as she jumped up in the air… and started to glide up and into the opening.

Connor had to double take on what just happened with both the conversation and what just happened in front of him as he laughed saying, “How do you do that?!... and house arrest?”

Nova turned her head around, her cheeks still being slightly pink, and said, “I don’t wanna talk about it… Wait, you don’t know how to do your double jump yet?”

“That’s what I have? How do I do that…” Connor furrowed his eyebrows in contemplation.

“Umm…. I don’t really know how Hunter’s do it… Just try.. Jumping I guess?” Connor rolled his eyes at Nova’s words and the only thing that he thought would be to try it and see if it works.

Connor backed up and jumped, aiming for the opening. While Connor jumped relatively high, he didn’t notice anything happen and so at the last moments he lifted his arm up, and barely managed to grasp the edge of the opening. Nova helped pull him up and looked at him with a bit of disappointment.

Nova said, “Not a bad jump, but I don’t think that was a double jump,” Connor simply shrugged and they continued on into the building.

The building itself was buried under dirt and aged rubble with dusty computers, broken lights, and familiar windows that didn’t even give the slightest image outside. In Connor’s mind, the thought it gave off a rather ghost town type of feeling as no one else was in the vicinity.

“Ugh, this place always gives me the creeps,” Nova’s Ghost spoke out, “It always just gives me the creeps just staring at everything broken like this.”

“Crim, focus please,” Nova said softly, “We need to be careful of Fallen that could be here,” ‘Crim’ rolled her eye and disappeared floating into Nova.

Connor eyes flared with curiosity, “Your Ghost has a name?”

Nova nodded her head and put a finger to her lips and made an “shh” noise.

Together they walked the hallways, and after an hour of navigating corridors left from right, Connor spotted something out of the corner of his eye in a bright room. In a small space, he found a golden chest that had a symbol on it.

Connor’s Ghost gasped in an excited tone, “You found a regional chest!”

Connor’s head tilted to the side saying, “Why is it different from a normal chest?... also why is it all the way out here?”

The Ghost opened up the chest and said, “They're chest’s that the Vanguard left and revisit to help inexperienced Guardians that are on patrol. They were first introduced when Star was appointed as a Vanguard to make patrols not as boring for a Guardians first patrol, it must have been moved here by the Fallen and thought it was some kind of recourse cash… That means we might be on the right track!”

Within a second the Ghost made an ‘oh’ at the “This gear isn’t usually seen by many Guardians. It’s protective engineer gear that the hangar bay staff use when they test our ships or prototypes of new spacecraft,” Connor picked up on of the six small green engrams. They were small and almost had a crystalline texture to them, and it could be mistaken for a very big piece of rock candy that someone had crafted.

“We should probably equip that for the fight ahead, hold still for a sec,” With that Connor’s original plain white armor glowed for a second and changed within a few moments of the process is complete. The armor changed into a simple brown and black design with a short cloak that only had a plain black color. The armor had a number of pockets for all types of tools that were empty, except for a small pair of glasses in the left chest pocket.

The glasses caught Connor’s attention as he removed them from their place to inspect them. They had a simple black frame, but with no actual lenses to see through and when he tried to put them on as the Ghost spoke out, “Hold on, I didn’t make you a helmet when I revived you because we were in a rush, so I’m going to make the helmet with all the hud info a Guardian needs-”

Connor interrupted saying, “Um, could we not have said hud? I… don’t feel like it would help me very much.” The Ghost stopped and said, “Why?”

“I just don’t feel like it would be of any help to me, do you mind if we don’t have it?” Connor felt as though so many things in front of his face would mess with him in more ways than one and just felt it would get in the way all when he was fighting things.

“All right. It makes my job a little bit easier not having to manage everything… By the way, you have a great vision already due to being resurrected by the light. Why are you wearing those?” the Ghost said, his voice sounding more inquisitive than criticizing.

Connor just shrugged and heard a giggle from Nova to his right as she said, “You look like a dork.”

Connor just smiled and said, “Glad to know you think I'm smart. Thanks, Nova.” Nova’s eyes rolled and turned away from Connor rather quickly.

“Come on, we need to stay focused, maneuvering around this place is like a maze with no map.” She was right, the area here was extremely broken and in most cases, they had to have Nova blast away all of the debris away with a fusion rifle that Connor had a powerful urge to ask about, but stayed focused on the task ahead.

Just when they almost had a slight inkling of calling it after a couple of hours, a noise was heard from a distant room ahead. It was the sound of a Fallen with its clicks and noises, both Connor and Nova shared a look that told both of them to move quietly. They treaded with care not to make any semblance of abnormal noise.

After a few moments they arrived at the hangar bay that provided Connor with his escape with a ship, however now the hanger contents were different the last time Connor was here.

A lot different.

There were hundreds, maybe even thousands of large to small parts where being into what Connor could only assume to be the Fallen form of crates as the dozen’s of fallen were loading up everything into spheres that had giant oval openings that had many variations in size.

There was also a machine being built that was a sphere in shape that looked one-third of the way complete with most of it being only silver and black but have a tiny hint of purple surrounding the circle inside the sphere. In front of it was a goliath of a Fallen and what Connor could only assume was the leader of the group. His head looked as though it was a helmet of some kind with it having an oval shape on the top with two stubs on the side, four long arms and the massive body previously mentioned was draped in a red cape with red and white clothing, and to top it all of held a massive gun that seemed to have four barrels that emitted a red fiery glow.

The two looked in awe as they saw from the left side of the room and Nova backed up against the wall, out of sight from the fallen and had heavy breathing befall her.

“Those supplies… there probably from the other parts of old Russia. It must have been easy scavenging from other parts of Russian now that there aren’t as many Guardians out, and there’s probably enough there to support the city for weeks!” Nova’s eyes were giddy with excitement but returned to being serious at the moment. Connor could not have tried to hide the smile on his face even if he tried. Even in the situation, they were in at this very moment, there was just something about Nova that made him smile.

Nova took another peek at the Fallen to access the situation further, “… Darn. We need to transmat all of the supplies here as well as the Fallen… and I think I have enough beacons to get all of those supplies out.”

“Here,” Nova said and she handed Connor the sword, “This is only to be used in emergencies. Okay?” Connor’s eyes flared open and looked into Nova’s eyes which were eyes of genuine trust.

Connor nodded in acknowledgment and put the sword on his back. The sword locked into place like a magnet as Nova said, “Crim, give Connor’s Ghost all the transmat beacons I have that go directly to the Tower,” With that a processing noise was made by his Ghost, “Connor I’m going to distract all of them so that you can place all of the transmat beacons on the supplies, okay?”

“What about you? Those Fallen will chew you up!” Connor replied, he knew where this was headed as soon as she gave him the sword, but he sure didn’t like it.

“I’ll buy you some time, besides,” Nova gave a confident smirk, “I’m not gonna die by some ridiculous ether eaters.” Connor still held a worried expression but bit his tongue as he nodded and went along with Nova’s plan.

With that Nova jumped faster than Connor anticipated, and as she flew up into the sky, she burst into light and flames surrounded her body that gave her wings of fire as she threw projectiles that landed whilst floating in the air. Instead of exploding, it created a circle and a ball of fire in the middle that pelted the Fallen with a streak of fire, presumably ending, or seriously damaging their target.

When she landed she returned to normal and immediately got pulled out the hand cannon shooting down a few of the stragglers she missed. Within moments, and a few well-placed headshots, she managed to wipe out everything. However, the massive Fallen roared with fury and within the walls of the compound more fallen that weren’t directly in the compound rallied and began to chase down Nova.

Nova threw up a thumbs up and said out loud, “I’ll meet you back at the ship!” and ran as fast as she could with every Fallen in the vicinity roaring and chasing after her, including the leader soon following suit.

Connor took a moment to stand flabbergasted as he stood there speechless, but his mind told him to focus and his gaze locked onto the recourse cash of recourse cash’s. Connor could have sworn the number of materials here was the Fallen’s collective treasury and that motivated him more than ever.

Connor moved and said, “Ghost, the beacons!”

“Right!” With that, the Ghost flew around everything and beacons transmitted onto each of and every one of the Fallen containers, “It will take a few moments. But it with Nova buying us time, we’ll pull it off.”

“I hope so, I don’t feel like getting resurrected three times within twenty-four hours.” Connor held up his auto rifle listening to his surroundings, hearing distant cries from fallen either roaring or the fire that Nova kept spreading.

Silence fell Connor as his instincts ramped up to twelve… Connor tensed when he heard the crackling of electricity right behind him. Something in Connor awoke again, similar to earlier that day when he was firing against Fallen or when he beat that Fallen captain.

“Connor!” The Ghost cried out. Connor used the back of his rifle to blunt a Fallen who was invisible behind him and the Fallen fell revealing himself and two blades that was surrounded by blue electricity. Just as the Fallen by the Ghost raised his sword, he fired his rifle towards the Ghost’s direction and the Fallen fell. Connor immediately turned to the one which he stunned earlier to take him out, but it got up faster than expected and got in a quick swipe to the shoulder with his blade before being shot down by Connor at close range.

Connor reloaded and the light healed his wound fairly quickly as he surveyed the area for more Fallen threats. After a few moments, Connor eased up a bit to release a breathe to keep him from passing out.

Within that moment the supplies disappeared, and the Ghost said, “We got it, Mission Accomplished! Now we need to get out of here before more Fallen show-”

Just then heavy footfall fell as they looked towards where Nova ran out as the giant leader of the Fallen came through those doors.

“The Archon Priest! Connor get behind cover!” Connor dove to a nearby steel pillar as he heard the furious roar of the Archon and he readied his gun. Almost as if it was a shotgun, four round energy bursts that looked as though it were fire but solid came at the steel pillar and Connor dove from his position to avoid the blast and put away the rifle to bring out the sword that Nova had lent him.

Connor charged as the Ghost’s warnings became distant thoughts and rushed him at speeds that even he didn’t expect and hit the rifle the Fallen was carrying, cutting the weapon in two.

The power of the weapon was extraordinary, it felt as though he could feel multiple people helping him that was in the blade itself, and Connor enjoyed the feeling of confidence that took over him. Unfortunately, the gun sparked and exploded a few moments after he cut it in half. Connor was hurled a few feet back but stood his ground.

The giant Fallen also got back up from being knocked down by the blast and stomped his foot in anger as he roared at Connor. Connor simply smirked and pointed his sword at the Fallen, Connor knew that he was being overconfident, but something from the sword just told him to be focused on this fight and this fight alone. The Archon charged Connor as he dove to his right and got a swing off on the Fallen’s leg and continued to maneuver around the Fallen just like that getting hit after, after hit, after hit. It got to the point to where Connor just simply moved out of the way of the Archon as he fruitlessly tried to get a hit on Connor, but to no avail.

After Connor was about to get one final strike on the Archon before the end, but the Fallen grabbed the blade of the sword as it was being raised. The Archon ripped it away from Connor’s hand, and the power surge soon faded from his body.

Suddenly, Connor didn’t feel that confident anymore.

Connor moved out of the way from one of the arms that swung at him as he reached for his gun in an attempt to finish it off. However, the gun clicked with no ammo in it and Connor threw the gun away as he tried to think of something.

“Use your bow and arrow!” The Ghosts voice rang out, and before Connor could ask why, Ghost continued saying, “When you defeated that Fallen captain I detected void energy! The Nightstalkers are a Hunter class that call upon the Void light and use it to defeat other foes!”

Another arm lumbered from the injured Archon as Connor dodged out of the way, “From some of the notes that I've read that they’re calm and focused when they channel the void!”

Connor dove again as the Archon tried his hardest to catch him. Connor must have thought the giant Fallen overexerted himself as the Archon fell to his knees and sounded as though it was panting heavily.

This was Connor’s only chance as he took a deep breath and tried to stay calm and focus. His focus stayed on only the darkness in front of him. Nothing else, no sound, not object, only silence took his mind. It was easy, easier than he thought as silence took over him and his mind, and he was taken away from the current plane of existence and to somewhere he had no idea.

It was so quiet that there should have been noise… and there was. Suddenly there was a low dull roar that Connor could feel and make out. He could make out what it sounded like, but it was unspeakable and quiet. Small is it was Connor reached out to try and find it.

Connor opened his eyes suddenly, and just as the Ghost said, he started to pull an arrow from an ethereal bow.

Connor could feel a physical arrow and bow even before it appeared in magical purple flames gathered around his hands. As he pulled back the Fallen tried to move towards Connor to stop him. But after a few moments, Connor released the Arrow.

-0-0-0-

Connor sighed as he walked in front of the opening entrance that he first entered when Nova and he first entered. Connor looked down from the elevated position and saw Nova who was pacing and waving her hands in the air as she paced around her small crimson Ghost.

Connor jumped down and walked over to Nova to which he could hear her say, “... I mean I would be responsible for the death of a Guardian WHO HAS NOT EVEN SPEND A DAY ON PATROL!! HOW AM I-”

“Hey Nova,” Connor said, interrupting Nova from going too far into paranoia, “Hey Crim, do you mind if you can get me on the ship?”

“Uhh… sure? H-here you go.” with that, Connor’s vision became data like for a moment before being transmatted on the ship and sat down in the ship and sighed in relief for not being on death’s row for a third time today. Only seconds later Nova immediately got down in her seat and looked directly at Connor.

She didn’t say anything, nor did she look like she wanted to hear anything Connor had to say, but she did something that Connor half expected.

With a slap to Connor’s face, the ship launched off from the cosmodrome and back towards the Tower.

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Hope you all enjoyed! keep in mind I am a Novice at writing so please forgive my blemishes on the story. I’m going to be taking a break from writing this series to find something else I can put these two lovebirds through, but until then have a nice day!

#nvtfoa #nova #Au

[nothingatallspecialinanyway]

Racer!Hoseok (Dope!AU)

Pairing: Reader x Racer!Hoseok

Warnings: mild descriptions of injury(cuts/grazes), Smut (unprotected sex, oral (reader giving))

Words: 3.3k (I got a bit carried away with this)

Summary: You are a paramedic assigned to the racetrack. When Hoseok gets hurt you look after him. You find that he isn’t like the other racers, and he finds something intriguing about the angel that rescued him.

Hoseok was racing round the track. He had a comfortable lead, navigating the course with ease. He was efficient, taking the inside line on the corners and even pulling some stunts on some of the jumps for the thrill of the spectators.

You watched from the raised platform at the start line. You were on standby, in case there was an accident, which was the case more often than not at these sorts of events. 

It was a regular occurrence, with that many bikes on a small course, there was usually a collision, or at the very least a spun out racer lying in the dirt by then end of the night.

You were almost fed up with the amount of broken bones you had to deal with whenever you were here. The injuries didn’t bother you. You’d be a terrible paramedic if that were the case.

What did bother you however, were the arrogant racers that don’t take what you say seriously when you explain that they can’t race for at least a few months.

Or worse the ones that made a stupid sexual comment when you said you would have to cut their clothes off to get to their injuries. You were just waiting for the time when you wouldn’t be assigned to the race track anymore and moved on to something better.

You watched mindlessly as they kept circling the track. Your gaze was stuck on the racer in first. He was in a league of his own, his competition a good couple of seconds behind him. He was sure to win.

Also there wasn’t much of the race left so you would probably get off with a stress free evening considering nothing had happened.

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You heard the bang from where you stood on the opposite side of the arena. The next thing you knew the racer in first was swerving from the track. You could see him fighting for control as his bike headed towards the stadium wall, but he was going too fast.

“Jump off” you muttered to yourself praying that the racer had the mind to do so before hitting the wall. A collision at that speed would be fatal. If he threw himself from the bike he may get away with a few mild injuries.

Thankfully you saw him throw himself from his bike, rolling on the floor as the bike crashes.

You spring into action. Grabbing your helmet and jumping over the fence onto your quad bike. You quickly drive over to the crash. You move quickly but a at a safe pace, you’d be no use to anyone if you crashed as well.

You pull up a few feet away from the body on the floor.

He was crumpled on the ground. You could hear his groans of pain through his helmet. At least you knew he was breathing.

You kneel down next to him, carefully removing his helmet. 

He squinted his eyes as his helmet was removed, the light of the stadium hitting him. His eyes focused on the woman in front of him. She was wearing a paramedic’s uniform. He couldn’t help but admire her. He was a little dazed and the lights overhead made it look like she was glowing, an angel come to rescue him.

“Can you hear me?” you ask, your eyes scanning his face for any cuts or injuries. His pupils were scanning over your face. You were pleased that he was responsive.

“Can you move?” you say, hoping that nothing was broken.

He sat up slowly, groaning as everything ached.

You knew that if you took his gear off he would be bruised. There were rips in his suit from where he grazed the hard floor. Although he wasn’t screaming in agony so you took that as a sign that he wasn't seriously hurt.

“I need to get you inside, can you stand up?” you ask.

He pushes himself up off the floor, another groan escaping his lips as his sore limbs moved into action.

He stood for a moment. All looked hopeful until he stumbled forward. You reached out your arms, catching him as best as you could. You held him up, and carefully walked him over to your quad bike. You help him straddle it before climbing on in front of him.

“Hold onto me” you turn back to look at him. He nods his head, his hands moving to hold your waist.

You start the quad bike, driving slowly to make the ride as painless as possible. 

It wasn’t long before he couldn’t hold himself anymore. He falls forward so that he is leaning against your back. His head rested on you shoulder.

You could feel his pained breaths against your neck as he struggled to hold on.

“We’re nearly there just hold on” you reassure him.

You feel his deep sigh against your neck.

You pull up outside the building. Carefully climbing off of the quad bike and extending your arms to help him.

You walk him into the small building, he tries his best to walk but you were more or less dragging him towards one of the unused rooms. You swing open the door. 

The room was small, only a table in the middle and a sink in the corner. It was your unofficial medical room. You had your pack over on one of the chairs in the corner.

“Okay I need you to sit on the table?” okay, you say gently as you walk him over to the table.

“Okay” he mutters as you help him onto the table.

You turned to look at him, he seemed less dazed now, the shock of the crash having passed.

“Do you know your name?” you ask.

“Jung Hoseok” he responds, his gaze meeting yours.

It was only now that you realised how beautiful he was, his brown hair was messy from his helmet and fell over his forehead.

“Okay, good. I’m going to need to remove your jacket and your trousers to check your injuries” you say. You watched him, anticipating the comment that came next.

His eyes widened in shock. He knew you would have to check his injuries but he didn’t want you to see him battered and bruised. He didn’t know why, there was just something about you.

He didn’t want you to see him so weak. He couldn’t help but think what if the sight of his bruised body repulsed you? Even without the lights of the stadium, you looked like an angel to him, he didn’t want to expose himself to you, he wanted to get to know you and he was worried that you seeing him in his current state would prevent that.

However he knew that he didn’t have a choice.

“Okay” he mutters, not being able to look at you any longer.

You tilt your head slightly in confusion. This was unlike all the other racers you had dealt with in the past. This one seemed shy as if he was reluctant for you to take off his clothes. You found it reassuring, Hoseok doesn’t seem to be like the others and you liked that.

You gently reach for the zipper on his jacket. You slowly unzip it, exposing his chest. His skin was slightly red. He moved his arms to help you pull it from his body. You looked over him. He was in good shape. You gently reached out to run your fingers over his skin.

“Does it hurt?” you ask as you gently run your hands over him.

“A little, I think it’s just tender” he says, unable to keep his voice even with your soft touch on his skin.

“Well your torso is fine, I can't see any cuts, I need to check your legs though, there are a lot of tears in your trousers” you say calmly.

He gulps “Ok” his hands slowly reach for his trousers, they were shaking slightly as he fumbled with his zipper. He stands, leaning against the table for support as he tries to pull the leather down his legs. He gets it to his knees before he can’t bend any further, his body was too sore.

You help him pull the material from his legs as he sits back on the table.

There was a cut on his upper thigh, it didn't look too deep but it would need stitches.

The rest of his legs were fine, only small grazes that would heal quickly.

“I’m going to have to sort that out” you say nodding to his thigh.

He nods silently. Understanding, but not sure he would be able to handle your hands that close to his crotch. He knew that he didn’t have a choice but to let you tend to him, it was after all, your job to do so.

You walked over to your bag, pulling out some antiseptic wipes, a needle and thread.

You walked back to him, kneeling down in front of him. 

Hoseok was worried to say the least, worried that he would get an erection and wouldn’t be able to hide in beneath his thin boxers. The fact that you were on your knees between his legs, was definitely not helping the situation.

You took out a wipe, gently cleaning around his cut, he hisses in pain.

“Sorry” You mutter, knowing that it stings.

Once you had cleaned the wound, you thread your needle and placing your hand on his thigh to steady yourself.

“I’m going to start stitching now okay?” you say,

He nods, not looking at you, hoping that you would assume that he just didn’t like needles, not that he was having a hard time thinking about anything else than your hand on his thigh.

You stitch him quickly, not wanting to prolong it for longer than necessary as he seemed uncomfortable. Once you are finished you look up at him, his eyes are screwed shut.

“Okay, you're good” you smile, he opens his eyes as you step back from him.

“Try not to tear them, I’ll be back here next week to remove them okay?” you say.

He nods. “When will I be able to race again?” he asks.

“Not until the stitches are out, and even then I would suggest you take a few weeks off. You may not have been seriously hurt, but your body needs to heal or you may lose control if something suddenly seizes up” you advise.

He nods his head, actually listening to your advice without argument.

“Do you have something to change into?” you ask looking at his torn clothes.

“Yeah, they are in the changing room” he says, attempting to stand up, not being able to contain the groan of pain.

“Sit down, I’ll get them” you smile.

“They are in a red bag” he explains. 

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You return with his clothes and help him to dress himself. You pull his tracksuit bottoms up his legs so that he doesn’t have to bend down. It’s then that you notice the slight bulge in his underwear. The sight surprised you to say the least. You pretend not to notice, knowing it will probably just make him more uncomfortable, especially as he was looking everywhere but you at the moment.

-

You were back at the race track a week later. You hated going there, but you knew that at least today you would see Hoseok again. You hadn’t been able to get the shy racer out of your mind. He was different and that intrigued you.

He saw you from across the balcony, looking out over the race track. Part of him wished he was out there tonight, but the other part of him didn’t care because he got to spend his evening with you. You hadn’t left his mind since your encounter the week before. His thoughts were always on you, his saviour, his angel. 

You were stood by the track when he walked towards you. The fact that he was walking normally brought a smile to your face, knowing that he was healing well.

“Hi” he says as he stands next to you .

“Hi” you smile. “Are you ready to take the stitches out?” you ask.

He nods his head, he had been preparing himself all week for your hands on him once again. He knew he had an erection last time, but you didn’t seem to notice. He knew this time he may not be so lucky. He didn’t want to embarrass himself in front of you.

You lead him back to your treatment room, he takes his seat on the table, pulling his trousers down, just far enough to expose his stitches.

“Someone’s eager” you chuckle, considering how reluctant he was to take off his clothes before.

His eyes widen briefly but he hides is well, or so he thinks.

“Y-yeah I just want to get these stitches out” he explains quickly.

You smile at the awkward man. You grab your tweezers and scissors ready to remove his stitches.

You knelt in front of him, once again steadying yourself on his thigh.

You gently remove his stitches, you can feel his eyes on you the whole time. 

When you are done, you run your hand over the healed skin, checking for lumps. The skin had healed completely, only leaving a small scar where the cut used to be.

You hear Hoseok let out uneven moan as you rub his thigh. You head snapped up to his, but you leave your hand on his thigh.

His eyes widen, and he tilts his head away from you in embarrassment.To make matters worse he knew he had an erection.

He couldn’t look at you. He wanted to sprint out of that room, jump on a bike and drive far away.

You noticed his uncomfortable demeanour.

“It’s okay, I was gripping you and your nerves are still sensitive from the crash, you don’t need to be embarrassed” you offer reassuringly.

“You must think I’m pathetic” he mumbles, tilting his head so that he faced you again but he still couldn’t meet your gaze.

Tentatively you cup his face, tilting it so that you could look at him. His beautiful eyes meet yours, they held so many emotions that they had you stunned.

His lips were pursed and if you were honest with yourself, completely kissable.

Before you could overthink the whole situation you leaned in pressing a brief kiss on his soft lips.

You pulled back, checking his reaction. He smiled as he breathes a small sigh. You can’t help the smile that spreads over your face at his reaction.

You let go of his face. He snakes his arms around your body, pulling you forward so that you are stood between his legs. He holds you tenderly, before leaning into you once again.

The kiss lasts longer this time, his lips begin to explore your’s. You relaxed into him, forgetting how unprofessional you were being and instead enjoying the feeling of his body pressed against yours.

You ran your hands through his hair, tangling your fingers in the soft strands. He nips at your bottom lip, taking you by surprise. He takes advantage, slipping his tongue past your lips to continue his exploration.

You ran your hands down the back of his shirt, gently tugging at the hem. He lifted his arms up to help you remove it. You ran your hand down his torso, slowly making your way towards the bulge in his boxers. He gulped as your hand brushed over the material.

You pulled back from him, keeping one hand on his crotch, palming him gently through the material.

He looked at you, his eyes full of lust as you continued to touch him so intimately, while maintaining a rather innocent expression.

You kept your gaze focused on his while your hand moved beneath the fabric. You pulled his boxers down so that they lay with his trousers in a pool at his feet. His erection stood proud before you.

You slowly kissed up his thighs. He watched you intently as you made your way to where he needed you the most. 

You press light kisses along his shaft. When you reach the tip, you take it in your mouth, running your tongue along the underside as you sucked. You looked up at him through your lashes.

Hoseok couldn’t handle the sight of you on your knees before him. Your expression was undeniably sexy and if you looked at him like that for much longer he would come embarrassingly quickly.

He runs his fingers through your hair, tugging your lips away from him.

You look up, slightly confused, and worried that you had done something wrong and embarrassed yourself completely.

“I won’t last” he breathes in explanation.

You stand as he pulls you towards him.

He fiddles with the buttons of your shirt, pulling it open to reveal your chest.

You unzip your trousers, pulling them down so you were stood in only your underwear and your loose shirt.

“So beautiful” he murmurs as he pulls you towards him once again. He pushes your panties down your thighs so that they fall to the floor.

He moves back on the table so there is room for you to straddle him.

You climb onto the table, placing your thighs either side of his. You like to think you looked somewhat graceful in doing so, but you knew you were to eager. Seeing him so worked up had turned you on beyond belief. He hadn’t even had to touch you.

You grind on him for a moment, sighing at the feeling of him between your legs. You were thankful for the much needed friction. You didn’t know what it was about this man that had you so worked up, but you knew that if he didn’t get inside you soon, you would lose you mind.

You lifted yourself up, grasping him in your hand and lining him up with your entrance.

You lower yourself down onto him. Neither of you could contain the satisfied moans that escaped your lips.

Slowly, your rolled your hips as you grew accustomed to the feeling of him inside you.

His hands moved you your hips, holding you tightly to help control your movements.

You didn’t want to be too rough with him. After all, he was still recovering from his accident and you didn’t want to do anything that could hurt him if he was still sore.

He sensed your hesitation. While it warmed his heart that you were considerate of his condition, this pace pace was killing him.

He took control, holding your hips tightly as he moved you up and down, bucking his hips into you every so often.

You let your head tilt back, indulging in the euphoric feeling he was providing you with.

He was transfixed by you, the curve of your back, the way your breasts shook, even though you were still wearing your bra, the way you held your lip between your teeth as you rode him.

Hoseok let out a quiet whimper as he came, not being able to hold it back any longer. 

The feeling of his twitching cock inside you, the way your clit was rubbing against his skin, the look of pure bliss on his face as he came, sent you over the edge. You clenched uncontrollably around him, eliciting some quiet moans from him as he was sensitive from his high.

Once you had both calmed down, you pulled away from him, reaching for your trousers so that you could redress.

He jumps off the table, finding his own clothes.

You were buttoning up your shirt when he turns to you.

“Would you like to get dinner with me?” he asks nervously.

“I’d like that a lot” you smile.

Other Dope!AU : Namjoon | Jimin | Yoongi | Jungkook | Taehyung | Seokjin

#bts imagine #hoseok imagine #hoseok smut #jhope smut #jhope imagine #bts smut #bts fluff #bts senarios #bts au #jung hoseok smut #jung hoseok imagine

[scripturienss]

Interstellar

Title: Interstellar on FF.net Rating: G Genre: Drama/Sci-fi Prompt: Fantasy & Sci-fi AU because two is better than one, or so goes the old adagio. Word Count: 2,201

You're so down to earth and I'm up in the stars, So show me the sea and I'll take you to Mars.

CS1: OK. The fuel is go; about 1 ½ g's; cabin pressure is just coming off the peg; the O2 is go; we have 26 amps.

CS2: Roger. Pitch 88, the trajectory is good.

CS3: Roger, looks good here.

CS1: OK, there. We're starting to pick up a little bit of the noise and vibration; not bad, though, at all. 50 secs., more vibration.

CS2: Whenever you're ready, de-pressurize the cabin and exit the vehicle. Your trajectory is marked, you only need to find the probe and change its solar panel.

MW0: Roger. Readings are good, pressure is OK. I'm making my way to the Rover.

CS3: I'm picking up some static on my line.

CS2: Roger. Mine too. Ishida, do you copy us?

MW0: Barely. You're breaking up a little - check the transmission engine and long range receptors.

CS1: It could have something to do with recent solar flares - the magnetic fields mess up reception sometime.

CS3: Roger. We're re-starting the system, don't be alarmed for a few minutes silence and don't lose visual.

MW0: Roger.

There's static on his line and suddenly, there's only silence. It has been 163 days since Ishida Yamato arrived at the International Space Station, roughly at the same time the H-II Transfer Vehicle Kōnotori, and this is his first time walking the moon's surface.

CS1: Ishida, I reconnected to check in on you. It'll be half an hour at least before we can make contact again.

CS1: Do you copy?

MW0: Roger. I'm sorry, the view ... it's really something else.

CS1: [chuckles] Roger. Don't stray from course, you're doing fine.

Space is terrifying. It's vast, unimaginably so, and darker than anything Yamato has ever seen. Working outside the station is always a humbling and terrifying experience, being tethered to something solid only through a limited band, but walking over the moon is an entirely different sort of scary. He can see the maria in the distance, the tides preserved by what was once volcanic lava. His breath hitches and it sounds incredibly loud in his over-sensitized ears.

It's dark, his path illuminated only by the hi-tech lantern on his helmet, the Rover he occupies and the stars above.

Yamato speaks into his recorder:

"Ishida Yamato, hour 14:06 Earth-time. I'm on my way South of the Earth's moon. I have been assigned to recharge and repair the Moon Impact Probe. We anticipate SELENE's Kaguya will orbit around the same time and have arranged for a possible check-up. Communication with the Space Station is down. The silence is ... " A twinkle catches his eye and he pauses, blinking fast. "Overwhelming."

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15:22 Earth-time.

"It's been little under an hour and a half and Command hasn't checked in. Transmission is grainy at best, interference is impossible to deal with. Mission's course remains true."

He can hear himself talk, like a recorder, and it feels like a caricature of sorts. The technical details of his expedition are important but so is the overwhelming terror of being utterly alone. He can hear himself breathe, clear and loud and when he's thinking about this, he is deafened by the sound of his own pulse. Rationally, he understands that this is routinary and that many others have done it before him; the risks are too low to be considered a real liability. Fear isn't rational though, and Yamato has to pause for a moment before continuing his slow trek.

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17:49 Earth-time.

"It has been three hours and forty-three minutes since Command's last communication. I arrived safely at Lunar Station 00, data is downloading for revision on the ISS and reparations for the solar panels should be done in little over an hour. It's grown darker but there are sporadic bursts of bright light. I suspect solar flare activity is picking up and remain wary of exposure. Must've been what damaged the panels..."

He turns off the microphone and looks outside the window. The Lunar Station 00 is a small laboratory facility installed upon the moon's surface as a safe-house for astronauts on repair or reconnaissance missions. It also collects all data pertaining lunar activity and is continuously feeding both the International Space Station and several other international agencies back on Earth. It is not a manned post and as such, it is not equipped to harbour guests for more than a few hours of hard work. There are emergency supplies, batteries, oxygen tanks and a special command button that can only be accessed through individual codes in case of a red alert. Yamato needs only to plug in his coordinates and update the travel log. He's almost done when he sees it.

In the horizon, a sharp beam of light flashes and then disappears. He stands abruptly and immediately takes his equipment, double-checks the seals on his suits and the vaccum entry and emerges into the inhospitable surface once more. The low gravity is tenuous at best and moving as easily as he did on Earth is difficult but Yamato is very quick. As he steps in behind a boulder and in front of the source, blinking fast, he holds up one hand and on the other, a laser heat gun.

"What the..."

The thing shines brightly, contained in unspecific, ever-changing shapes but he cannot determine an exact source. There hasn't been anything like this in any of the logs, nothing indicating any sort of sentient activity. Yamato stops, riled at the invasive thought of sentient life. He takes a deep breath, willing his heart-rate down because he can't hear anything and there's a strange sort of ringing in his ears, like wind-chimes in a spring breeze. Yamato's teeth are grinding hard and his jaw feels sore and tense.

The ringing in his ears intensifies and it sounds like—,

—laughter.

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18:25 Earth-time.

"I'm going to approach the object for samples."

The sounds are jarring at times, like an out-of-tune old radio transmitter and the source of light appears to be solid and then liquid. When he steps outside the boulder, the ringing stops and he swears he hears a gasp. He approaches the source of light slowly but firmly and when he's close enough, the sight stuns him.

It's a woman, or something that looks vaguely like one. Yamato's voice fails him and he can only gape, mute, as the creature rises from the crater-like surface with surprising ease. Her body is made of what appears to be pure light, shimmery and insubstantial. There is no depth to its proportions, he can see right through it as it—she, approaches.

He thinks, this is how I die, but his body reacts quicker than his mind.

"State your purpose and origin," he hears himself say, despite the absolute improbability of the situation. The light that comes from within this being burns bright enough to force his eyes shut and when he opens them, it is already gone.

There is no evidence whatsoever of what he believes he saw. The camera shows nothing but blank space and dust and his microphone picks up no signal but his own voice. He knows he can't delay his return to the station and so he returns to the base and finishes the work he was sent to do. He flexes his fingers consciously in an effort to will some warmth back into them.

"It's the silence," he reasons. "It's driving me crazy."

The trek back is quiet, as quick as he dares to move away from this lonely, inhospitable place. He can see already the ship and releases a breath he hadn't realised he was holding.

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There is a crack in the static and the light turns green.

CS1: Commander Ishida, do you copy? I repeat, Commander Ishida, do you copy?

MW0: Roger. This is Commander Ishida.

CS1: Oh, thank fuck. Sorry there, MS Young.

CS2: Mind your language, MS Hughes. Commander, what's your status?

MW0: Stable, on route back to the capsule. I should be back at the space station within two hours.

CS1: Roger. Any novelty at the base?

MW0: [pause]

MW0: Nothing to report, sir.

CS2: We'll fill you in on your way back, Commander. Good job.

MW0: Roger, I look forward to it.

CS1: Roger. We'll see you soon, lucky dog.

Yamato wonders at that expression as he listlessly follows the procedure and way back into the ship that will take him to the station. His colleagues are at a loss for an explanation on why the devices failed and so all exploratory missions are halted until they reach a satisfactory answer.

Lucky, he thinks.

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Some nights, he dreams about a being made of light with eyes as fierce as the sun. Some nights he comes to her in his dreams, so close he can touch her shimmery hair and bathe in the tinkling sound of her laughter. Once, he swore their lips touched. Most nights though, he only watches her from afar and when the song is over, he shakes his head and in the nanoseconds it takes him to realize he wants to see her up close, she has already disappeared.

Tonight is one of such nights, at least until his eyes fly open and he is met with a look of pure, molten gold.

"What are you doing here?"

You were calling for me.

"I was?"

In your sleep.

Yamato shifts, sitting on his bed with his arm dangling just off his knee. He peers curiously at her, wary as his hand darts out to touch her.

"Just what are you?"

She is proud, he learns, and a little vain. Up close she looks more like a woman than ever, or an echo of one with gleaming, translucent skin. The light she casts is paler now, hurts less to see her and he wonders briefly if this is for his sake. But she moves swiftly, just out of his fingers' reach and her laughter is all around him once again.

What am I? I am ... light. Stardust and cosmic energy.

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Yamato isn't an unreasonable person. He knows he needs to address the issue of his hallucinations sooner rather than later and briefly considers looking for counseling when he goes back home. He is almost at the end of his mission and the thought of returning to Earth looms dauntingly in the back of his mind.

He lies on the floor, the cold material against his over-heated, over-sensitized skin keeps him grounded. She hovers above him, a mirror of his position though her expression seems to be amused and teasing. His eyes travel involuntarily (or perhaps less so) down her translucent body, lower than her waist where ribbons of light form what he can only think of as a long gown or a fish's tail.

"What is your name?"

Men have called me many things before. It's all the same to me.

He has never been a particularly keen conversationalist and his approach is objective and precise. She answers both freely and lavishly and seems to be more curious of his questions rather than him, as she so very rarely asks.

"Do you know my name?"

I have glimpsed it.

"Can you say it?"

Here, she hesitates.

I don't know how.

It seems only natural to kiss her. He reaches towards her, supporting himself on his forearms and elbows and she doesn't react at first, so he continues until his lips touch hers. He had expected everything but the soft sensation of lips, something warm and wet and soft. Yamato feels his chest swell and when he draws back, her eyes, clearer now, are wide open.

"It's Yamato," he says.

And for the first time, like a song dispelled, she murmurs, "Yamato."

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He wakes up on his own bed, alone. His memory of last night's dream is blurry, too bright in some places and completely dark in others. He shifts as he prepares for his last day on this mission. He will be boarding the Soyuz within hours with two other colleagues and within four orbits, will land somewhere in the grassy plains of Kazakhstan. It'll be a few more days before he's cleared to leave to Japan, too.

Instinctively, he touches his lips and isn't entirely surprised when his fingers are coated by a thin film of fine, glittery dust. On Earth, she will be an old, blurry memory, a cold lump of rock that once carried the secrets of stars.

"Wait for me, Mimi-san."

Notes: I was a little stuck and then got very busy, but I have every intention of finishing this small collection. A few things to consider about this one:

1. The dialogue is actually at least partially faithful. I was inspired after reading some transcripts for the Apollo Mission disasters.

2. Did you know there aren't very many stories about space mermaids? It was the original concept.

3. I'm tempted to actually write this story but for the purposes of this collection, this was a good place to stop.

#digiOTPweek #digimon adventure #ishida yamato #tachikawa mimi #mimato #day 3: fantasy & sci-fi #i'm sorry i'm so late pls love me

[imagine-loki]

Blood Is Thicker Than Water, Chapter 13

TITLE: Blood Is Thicker Than Water CHAPTER NO./ONE SHOT: Chapter 13 AUTHOR: fanficshiddles ORIGINAL IMAGINE: Imagine that Loki and Magneto (Fassbender) have teamed up together to try and wipe out the human race. So SHIELD track down and send in a mutant (has the ability to communicate with all animals) undercover to try and get close to them for information… RATING: M

It had been 3 days since Aurora, Loki, Erik and Dante had captured Nick Fury and kept him hostage.

They spent a lot of the time in the basement with him, trying to get information. But no matter what they tried, he wouldn’t give in.

Loki had tried burning him in his frost giant form. Erik tried squeezing metal around his body. Dante tried electrocuting him. Aurora tried getting rats to eat away at the flesh on his legs. That had been the worst pain for him, he very nearly caved in… But he didn’t.

His legs were disgusting looking as most of the flesh was gone. Aurora nearly gagged every time she went down there. Though she didn’t regret it. She wanted him to suffer. Just as all the mutants that had been used for experimentations had suffered.

The group weren’t sure what else to try on Fury without actually killing him or sending his body into shock or shutting itself down. They desperately needed information out of him about Hydra’s whereabouts. But it was looking like the end of the road as they were quickly losing their patience. Especially Aurora.

She even tried reasoning with him. Telling him her point of view, Erik’s too. How they just wanted some justice for their species. But Fury kept coming up with, in Aurora’s words, some bullshit excuses.

‘Are you alright, darling?’ Loki asked as he found Aurora in her room, just lying on her bed upside down with her hands over her face.

‘Not really. Fury is still not co-operating. I don’t know how much longer I can take this, not doing anything.’ Aurora said as she moved her hands and looked at Loki upside down as he looked down at her.

‘I know it is frustrating, but we need to just have some patience and hope that he cracks soon.’ Loki said softly as he sat down on the bed by her head.

He cupped the side of her face and smiled down at her.

‘At least your dad has backed off from us a bit, now that he has someone else to focus on.’

‘That’s true. It’s just because he has something else to focus on for now.’ Aurora laughed.

‘Better than nothing.’ Loki smirked.

There was suddenly a loud explosion from downstairs near the front door. Loki looked at Aurora with worry written all over his face. He had his armour and helmet materialize on his body, then the couple bolted downstairs to see what was going on.

They were greeted by Thor, Natasha, Wanda and Bruce at the front door. Well, where the front door had once been. It was now just a huge hole in the wall.

‘Aw come on, I just had the place done up.’ Erik said as he strolled in to see what was going on, prepared for battle as he was in his armour too.

‘Hand over Fury.’ Thor demanded.

‘I don’t think so. He has information that we need to save other mutants. I suggest you turn around and leave.’ Loki hissed at his adopted brother.

‘Loki, this is madness. Fury has nothing to do with Hydra.’ Thor said as he looked to Loki.

‘We know the truth.’ Dante shouted at them as he jumped in to attack.

He sent an electric current through the house wires, they came flying out of the walls and straight for Thor. Thor used Mjolnir to block them, the electricity shot through the wires and all over Mjolnir. Thor struggled to keep the electricity to his hammer and not his own body, Dante’s power wasn’t something to be taken lightly.

Wanda went for Loki, but he jumped in and deflected her attack easily. He shot a blast of green energy towards her and knocked her flying backwards into a wall.

Natasha went to run at Loki, but Erik put everything he had into manipulating Mjolnir and managed to pull it sideways so it knocked straight into Natasha, sending her flying to the side.

Bruce swiftly turned into the Hulk. Loki was about to turn his attentions towards the large beast, but Wanda went for him again. So he had to turn his concentrations back to her. 

Just as the Hulk was charging towards Loki, Aurora jumped in.

‘He’s mine.’ She snarled as she roared out loud and quickly shape shifted.

There was a bright light that lasted only a second as she turned into a humongous grizzly bear. That caused near everyone to stop for a second, aside from Erik, Loki and Dante. Which gave them an extra boost against the Avengers.

Aurora lunged for Hulk and they got into a big fight. Hulk punched her down a few times, but each time she got up and bit hard into him, weakening him each time.

‘Don’t do this, Aurora.’ Natasha shouted towards the big bear as she struggled to avoid Erik’s metal as piece after piece flew towards her.

Aurora ignored her old friend and the battle between them all continued. Aurora managed to weaken Hulk enough that he changed back into Bruce and just lay there. For a second she thought she had killed him, but Thor scooped him up and was quick to escape with him.

Loki and Wanda were in the midst of trying to overpower one another with their energy when Aurora noticed outside that Sam was just taking off, with Fury in his grasp.

Aurora roared out as she ran outside, her big bear paws sounded like thunder as they pounded against the ground.

As she was running, she jumped into the air and tried to transform into a large eagle, but she only managed to fly a small way up when her body forced her back into her human form and she fell to the ground.

Loki saw what had happened from the corner of his eye. His rage took over and he managed to overpower Wanda’s energy and blasted her into the wall again. Then he ran outside and over to Aurora.

Erik was about to squeeze the life out of Natasha when Thor came thundering inside again. He grabbed Natasha and Wanda before anymore damage could be done to them. Then he used Mjolnir as an escape before Erik could manipulate it.

‘Shit!’ Erik hissed as he ran outside to see Loki and Aurora.

Loki was carrying Aurora back into the house, wrapped up in his cape. She was injured, bruised and incredibly weak. Her body hadn’t been able to take being such a large and powerful animal for so long, while taking powerful hits from the Hulk and then trying to turn into an eagle just ended her.

‘Is she ok?’ Erik asked, worried.

‘She’s really weak, she took a lot of hits from that big beast. I need to get her inside.’ Loki said as he carried on past Erik and took Aurora upstairs to her room.

‘I can’t believe we fell for that distraction.’ Erik snarled as Dante walked over to him.

‘We will get them. One way or another, we will find out where Hydra are based.’ Dante assured Erik.

‘Yeah, well we better.’

Loki put Aurora onto her bed and got a warm damp cloth. He cleaned up her body, as she had landed on the muddy grass and was dirty. Once she was clean, he sat by her side and he tucked her in. He knew she would be ok once she had some rest.

It took a few hours before Aurora woke up. She tried to sit up but let out a painful groan as she winced.

‘Shh, darling. Don’t try and move. It was quite a fall you had and you took a lot of hits.’ Loki eased as he gently pushed against her chest to lay her back down.

‘Did Fury get away?’ She asked quietly.

‘I’m afraid so.’ Loki sighed.

‘Fuck.’ Aurora groaned.

‘Don’t worry. We will get him again. Even if it’s the last thing I do, I will get him for you.’ Loki said as he picked up Aurora’s hand and kissed across her knuckles.

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Blood Is Thicker Than Water, Chapter 13

It had been 3 days since Aurora, Loki, Erik and Dante had captured Nick Fury and kept him hostage.

They spent a lot of the time in the basement with him, trying to get information. But no matter what they tried, he wouldn’t give in.

Loki had tried burning him in his frost giant form. Erik tried squeezing metal around his body. Dante tried electrocuting him. Aurora tried getting rats to eat away at the flesh on his legs. That had been the worst pain for him, he very nearly caved in… But he didn’t.

His legs were disgusting looking as most of the flesh was gone. Aurora nearly gagged every time she went down there. Though she didn’t regret it. She wanted him to suffer. Just as all the mutants that had been used for experimentations had suffered.

The group weren’t sure what else to try on Fury without actually killing him or sending his body into shock or shutting itself down. They desperately needed information out of him about Hydra’s whereabouts. But it was looking like the end of the road as they were quickly losing their patience. Especially Aurora.

She even tried reasoning with him. Telling him her point of view, Erik’s too. How they just wanted some justice for their species. But Fury kept coming up with, in Aurora’s words, some bullshit excuses.

‘Are you alright, darling?’ Loki asked as he found Aurora in her room, just lying on her bed upside down with her hands over her face.

‘Not really. Fury is still not co-operating. I don’t know how much longer I can take this, not doing anything.’ Aurora said as she moved her hands and looked at Loki upside down as he looked down at her.

‘I know it is frustrating, but we need to just have some patience and hope that he cracks soon.’ Loki said softly as he sat down on the bed by her head.

He cupped the side of her face and smiled down at her.

‘At least your dad has backed off from us a bit, now that he has someone else to focus on.’

‘That’s true. It’s just because he has something else to focus on for now.’ Aurora laughed.

‘Better than nothing.’ Loki smirked.

There was suddenly a loud explosion from downstairs near the front door. Loki looked at Aurora with worry written all over his face. He had his armour and helmet materialize on his body, then the couple bolted downstairs to see what was going on.

They were greeted by Thor, Natasha, Wanda and Bruce at the front door. Well, where the front door had once been. It was now just a huge hole in the wall.

‘Aw come on, I just had the place done up.’ Erik said as he strolled in to see what was going on, prepared for battle as he was in his armour too.

‘Hand over Fury.’ Thor demanded.

‘I don’t think so. He has information that we need to save other mutants. I suggest you turn around and leave.’ Loki hissed at his adopted brother.

‘Loki, this is madness. Fury has nothing to do with Hydra.’ Thor said as he looked to Loki.

‘We know the truth.’ Dante shouted at them as he jumped in to attack.

He sent an electric current through the house wires, they came flying out of the walls and straight for Thor. Thor used Mjolnir to block them, the electricity shot through the wires and all over Mjolnir. Thor struggled to keep the electricity to his hammer and not his own body, Dante’s power wasn’t something to be taken lightly.

Wanda went for Loki, but he jumped in and deflected her attack easily. He shot a blast of green energy towards her and knocked her flying backwards into a wall.

Natasha went to run at Loki, but Erik put everything he had into manipulating Mjolnir and managed to pull it sideways so it knocked straight into Natasha, sending her flying to the side.

Bruce swiftly turned into the Hulk. Loki was about to turn his attentions towards the large beast, but Wanda went for him again. So he had to turn his concentrations back to her. 

Just as the Hulk was charging towards Loki, Aurora jumped in.

‘He’s mine.’ She snarled as she roared out loud and quickly shape shifted.

There was a bright light that lasted only a second as she turned into a humongous grizzly bear. That caused near everyone to stop for a second, aside from Erik, Loki and Dante. Which gave them an extra boost against the Avengers.

Aurora lunged for Hulk and they got into a big fight. Hulk punched her down a few times, but each time she got up and bit hard into him, weakening him each time.

‘Don’t do this, Aurora.’ Natasha shouted towards the big bear as she struggled to avoid Erik’s metal as piece after piece flew towards her.

Aurora ignored her old friend and the battle between them all continued. Aurora managed to weaken Hulk enough that he changed back into Bruce and just lay there. For a second she thought she had killed him, but Thor scooped him up and was quick to escape with him.

Loki and Wanda were in the midst of trying to overpower one another with their energy when Aurora noticed outside that Sam was just taking off, with Fury in his grasp.

Aurora roared out as she ran outside, her big bear paws sounded like thunder as they pounded against the ground.

As she was running, she jumped into the air and tried to transform into a large eagle, but she only managed to fly a small way up when her body forced her back into her human form and she fell to the ground.

Loki saw what had happened from the corner of his eye. His rage took over and he managed to overpower Wanda’s energy and blasted her into the wall again. Then he ran outside and over to Aurora.

Erik was about to squeeze the life out of Natasha when Thor came thundering inside again. He grabbed Natasha and Wanda before anymore damage could be done to them. Then he used Mjolnir as an escape before Erik could manipulate it.

‘Shit!’ Erik hissed as he ran outside to see Loki and Aurora.

Loki was carrying Aurora back into the house, wrapped up in his cape. She was injured, bruised and incredibly weak. Her body hadn’t been able to take being such a large and powerful animal for so long, while taking powerful hits from the Hulk and then trying to turn into an eagle just ended her.

‘Is she ok?’ Erik asked, worried.

‘She’s really weak, she took a lot of hits from that big beast. I need to get her inside.’ Loki said as he carried on past Erik and took Aurora upstairs to her room.

‘I can’t believe we fell for that distraction.’ Erik snarled as Dante walked over to him.

‘We will get them. One way or another, we will find out where Hydra are based.’ Dante assured Erik.

‘Yeah, well we better.’

Loki put Aurora onto her bed and got a warm damp cloth. He cleaned up her body, as she had landed on the muddy grass and was dirty. Once she was clean, he sat by her side and he tucked her in. He knew she would be ok once she had some rest.

It took a few hours before Aurora woke up. She tried to sit up but let out a painful groan as she winced.

‘Shh, darling. Don’t try and move. It was quite a fall you had and you took a lot of hits.’ Loki eased as he gently pushed against her chest to lay her back down.

‘Did Fury get away?’ She asked quietly.

‘I’m afraid so.’ Loki sighed.

‘Fuck.’ Aurora groaned.

‘Don’t worry. We will get him again. Even if it’s the last thing I do, I will get him for you.’ Loki said as he picked up Aurora’s hand and kissed across her knuckles.

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