#it was supposed to be a little practise drawing to get better at drawing from reference lol

[kangaracha]

QUEENMAKER | CHAPTER 2

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pairing chan x reader

genre ninth member au, enemies to lovers, angst, fluff, coming of age, social media, cancel culture, anxiety, depression, forbidden love,

summary To JYPE, the solution is simple; take the sole trainee that will not debut with your brand new girl group, and use her to replace the missing vocalist in your male group that insisted on starting as nine.

Unfortunately, to the fans and the members themselves, it isn’t that simple.

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The first thing you hear when you walk in the room is yelling.

You first hear it from down the hall, really, though you don't really realise that it's coming from this room until you reach the door, and you don't appreciate the full volume of the voices until you knock and the door opens, letting the sound escape containment into the hallway. You don't have time to react either - because the face that opens the door for you is strikingly familiar, in the way that faces you see often in photos and on billboards are.

"Y/N?" he asks, pulling the door wider so that you can come in.

"Felix sunbaenim," you reply and bow, though it feels...awkward under the circumstances. You suppose you'll get used to it, now that this is your life. "It's nice to meet you."

He looks uncomfortable too, for a moment, before it is smoothed over with a graceful smile. "You better come in," he says, making room in the doorway for you to step through.

The room that greets you is achingly familiar - a dance studio, like any other in the building, though this one feels a little more personal that the faceless classrooms on the trainee floors. Boys are scattered across the space, practising on the far side of the room, counting out time to themselves, or sitting quietly on their phones. 

Changbin and Hyunjin are the source of the noise; sat together in one corner, but they aren't what draws your eye - no, you look right past them to the lanky figure with his back turned to you, hunched over the laptop that he's connected to the sound system. You've already met Stray Kids' leader, in a way - he'd been there for that long meeting three days ago that had decided your fate, though there hadn't been an opportunity to exchange words then. There hadn't been many words to exchange by the end of the meeting either, not when he'd spent the first hour making it very clear that this was not his idea, nor did he think it was a good one.

You're trying not to be hurt by it. You don't think he really realised that you were in the room until the conversation shifted directly to you, and it wasn't really about you anyway. This is an insular, self-made group, and he didn't like JYP meddling with their affairs when they didn't have to, that was understandable. 

It still makes you nervous to walk into this room and pretend to be one of them, though. There's no pretending that he wants you here, and both of you know that.

"Sorry that I'm late," you say to Felix, tearing your eyes away from the others before one of them can turn around and notice you.

"You're early, actually," he replies, closing the door behind you.

"Am I?" you question. "You guys are already practising." Your head tips towards the two on the far side of the room - Lee Know and I.N. You kind of wish you didn't know their names. It would be easier to fight off the feeling of intimidation then.

"They've been here for an hour already," Felix says, waving a hand in the air. "Come and sit down while Chan-hyung fixes the music."

Wordlessly, you follow him to the long couch that lines the wall, the same sort of place you'd sat with Minseo in Midnight's studio when she told you that you should do this. The louder boys are both sat here too - somehow, you end up right next to them, Felix slumping down on your other side. There's no avoiding how their eyes turn to you now, or the way their smiles dim as they do, their fun interrupted.

"Is this our new maknae?" Hyunjin asks without preamble, leaning forward to see Felix around you.

Felix frowns in confusion. "Isn't she older than us?" he questions. 

None of the three know the answer, silence reigning until Hyunjin's eyes turn to you. "What year?" he asks.

"'98," you answer, and he blinks.

Between you, the sound that erupts from Changbin's mouth is almost loud enough to burst your eardrums. "Maknae-noona," he says, with a grin that gives away just how funny he thinks it is. Felix cracks a laugh, unable to help himself - Hyunjin just looks perplexed, caught up on some implication that you've missed.

"How old are you?" you ask the three of them.

"'99 and 2000," Felix supplies. "Only Chan-hyung is older than you."

"Lee Know is the same age," Hyunjin supplies. Felix shrugs like it doesn't matter, leaning back in his seat.

"This is Changbin and Hyunjin," he says just to you, ignoring the other two the way that you would ignore a pair of hecklers on the sidelines. "Do you know everyone's names?"

"I think so," you say, looking around the room - for each one of the boys you see, a name comes to mind that you're reasonably confident is correct.

"I can introduce you to everyone if you want," Felix offers freely.

"No, that's okay," you say, because you think about meeting all eight of them at once and your stomach kind of drops. "I'll meet everyone as I go...if that's okay." Not that you weren't already nervous walking in, but having to face them all one after another...

"It's a lot of people, huh," Felix says, as if he's reading your mind. You nod, grateful for the understanding.

"Not as many as a trainee class, at least," Hyunjin points out. It's hard to tell if he's trying to be supportive or just letting his thoughts flow straight to his mouth, but at least he's not being mean. You'll take not mean.

"If it's easier to meet everyone now-" you start to say, backtracking as fast as your heart starts to pound. Great start - a whole five minutes, and you've already come off as rude.

"Don't worry about it," Changbin answers you before you can finish, waving away any doubts. "This is weird for us as well."

"Do you have an accent?" Hyunjin cuts in when you don't immediately answer, leaning around Changbin.

"Oh." Unbidden, your eyes cut to Felix. "Yeah. I'm from Australia."

Felix's face lights up. "Hey!" he says, switching easily to English. "Nice!" 

Hyunjin grins, his hands clapping together. "Aussie-racha," he says, pleased with himself.

"She's vocalracha too," Changbin adds. "Everyone has three now."

"Racha?" you question.

"That's what we call our units," Felix explains. "Vocal, dance, rap. And now we have three Aussies as well."

Overhead, music blares from the speakers followed by a cry of success from Chan. "He fixed it," Changbin says, pretending to be dejected even as he springs to his feet, stretching his arms like he's ready to dance.

"And broke my ears," Hyunjin grumbles, following along. Felix stands too, and you follow him to your feet - just in time to catch Chan's eye as he turns away from the computer.

"Y/N," he says. "You made it here okay?"

His voice is warm but his eyes are guarded; wary, of what you might say or do. "Yes, sunbaenim," you answer, bowing just in time that it is still polite.

"Oh, don't worry about honourifics," he says quickly, almost before the words are out of your mouth. "Has anyone sent you anything on what we're doing today? Or...the comeback? Anything?"

Wordlessly, your head shakes. His brow furrows.

"I've run over some of your choreography and songs, since-" The meeting, but you're hesitant to bring that up. No need to remind him that he doesn't want you here, even though so far he's been...nicer than you expected. "-well, two days ago."

"Yeah, the timing is..." a hand reaches up to rub at the back of his neck, "...not great. We're doing choreography for the comeback shows today so we'll run you through that and think about formation changes, and tonight I'll send you all the tracks for the new album and the old ones you'll have to learn? There won't be parts for you yet in any of the newer stuff, but I'll figure that out by next week, and then we'll figure out when we're recording and all of that."

"That sounds good," you reply, blowing out a nervous breath as your heart stutters in your chest. It sounds like a lot, actually, but you can't just back down in the face of hard work, no matter how high it piles up or how quickly it reaches those heights. The time for that was three days ago, when you decided to do this.

(The time for that was six years ago, when you decided to leave everything you knew and everyone you loved, but if you think that far back now, the amount of potential wasted time and the blank future ahead is paralysing.)

"I'll look after her for today," Felix offers, a hand patting Chan's shoulder. "I've got most of the song down anyway."

"Thanks," Chan says, and then turns as someone calls him across the room, pulling him away as quickly as he'd come.

"Come on," Felix says, gesturing for you to follow him.

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[ceruleancattail]

no thoughts, only pathetic yandere idia,,,

For you

Yandere Idia x reader

Tw: yandere, Manipulation, Idia Sets up surveillance in your house,

People invest in their interests, don’t they? An artist would spend their money on tools to improve their craft, students buy assessment books to practise, a business person pours millions into their assets….

All hoping one day to reap the fruits of their labour.

Idia’s really not different. His interests are just unconventional, that’s all. Fiction and reality… both exist, don’t they? It’s just about where you throw your stat points, honestly.

He’s not addicted to the digital world, far from it. Seeking refuge would be a better way to phrase it.

In real life, you have to watch yourself. Melt into the background, don’t draw attention to yourself. There’s always so many eyes to account for, too many minds thinking their very own brand of thoughts. Too many independent variables. Idia hardly has the time to analyse every single person that crosses his path.

Games on the other hand, have a fixed formula. Play long enough, it’s easy to predict where the next enemy’s coming from. Which button to press, what combination will deal the most damage, it all can be calculated and accounted for.

Idia would honestly rather invest his time in something he genuinely enjoys. Why waste time and energy tiptoeing around society’s norms? That time could be better spent grinding for the latest event.

Although, he’s finding games a little bit harder to concentrate on. It’s your fault, honestly. When he’s supposed to be focused, your face still pops into his head. It’s the little things. A character who’s voice reminds you of yours, a item that has your favourite colour… even an seasonal skin that would look amazing on you…

All his thoughts lead back to you. It’s an irrational feeling, “love”. It consumes, scrapping away at every rational thought in his head. Love burns with a brightness that’s hard to ignore. It blinds him, stinging his eyes like a thousand needles. It drives him crazy, making him do illogical things.

Bit by bit, he’s reinvesting his stat points. More and more placed into his love for you. Idia’s feelings only grow by the day.

It’s scary, how committed he is to his passions. When he gets into a new series, he plunges in fully.

All the volumes lining his shelves, the newest console to play whatever is released, the extensive amount of merchandise that decorates his room.

The pictures of you he’s saved into his computer, backed up flawlessly. A livestream that displays the real-time footage of every nook and cranny of Ramshackle dorm. A little shrine under his bed, filled with the things you’ve blessed your touch.

It’s creepy.

It’s obsessive.

But doesn’t it all seem so lovely?

The way Idia’s so devoted to your every step. How he knows every single little detail about you. Your life, your personality, your habits… no matter what you do, you’ll still be dancing in the palm of his hand.

You’ll never find out. Idia’s too good for that. You’re his favourite character in this dull game of life. It’ll only make sense he knows everything about you. It’s all in the name of love, after all.

He’s perfectly content watching from a screen. At least, that’s what he tells himself. Idia’s always been like this. Hiding behind a screen. It’s the way he supports his idols. Quietly behind the scenes, with typed words and little emotes.

Yet you’re here. Enrolled in the same college, living and breathing right next to him. Heck, he can even hear your breath right now…

“Idia… what’s..”

A hesitant whisper, shaky with fear. Idia spins around, only to meet the eyes of his beloved. You, standing at the doorway of his room. Gawking at all the monitors floating around the room, all featuring you.

No, no, no!

This was not how things were meant to go. You take a step back, body trembling, shaking like a lone leaf in a storm. Idia rises from his chair, arms held out in an attempt to soothe you.

Approaching slowly, he takes slow, cautious steps towards you. Words flow from his mouth unconsciously. Ranging from panicked excuses to desperate pleas for you to hear him out. Please, please don’t leave. He doesn’t want to hurt you, so listen to him, alright?

Idia takes your hand in his own, clinging onto your arm for all he’s worth. Tears swarming his vision, staring at the blur of your form.

Begging you not to leave, clinging onto whatever he could grab, holding on with the stubbornness of a child.

A truly pathetic sight. You must hate him.

But this is what you’ve done to him. You and this cruel feeling of “love”.

It’s your fault. All your fault.

Idia’s grip grows a little tighter. Squeezing into your arm, pressing scarlet welts of red into your skin. He glares at you, tears brimming in his eyes.

You’ll just have to take responsibility, wouldn’t you? For everything you’ve done to him.

Don’t worry, you’ll enjoy it as much as he will. Love is a two way thing, right? Idia will play you like a game, and unlock the best ending for both of you.

He knows everything there is to know about you, after all.

#twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland x reader #yandere twisted wonderland #yandere twisted wonderland x reader #idia shroud #twst idia #idia shroud x reader #idia x reader #yandere idia shroud #yandere idia shroud x reader #yandere idia #yandere idia x reader #protection potion♦️

[spaceless-vacuum]

Fandom‧˚｡ﾟ･° ｡✎ Legend of Zelda (linked universe)

Pairing‧˚｡ﾟ･° ｡✎ Yandere!Platonic!Linked universe x Deku shrub!Reader

Word count‧˚｡ﾟ･° ｡✎ 3605

Summery‧˚｡ﾟ･° ｡✎ This is for a request I got that I got really into and wrote a mini chapter to. The reader is a deku shrub that was caught in a fight between the Links and Dink and they group took you in.

Misc‧˚｡ﾟ･° ｡✎ Yandere behavior, the ending might be a little rushed, lots of dialogue, the group adopts the reader into the group, written for the boys perspective.

“Formations!” Warrior yelled. He had spent a lot of time on the battlefield yelling to be heard over the chaos. It was something he was good at. His voice rang loud and clear as the group looked around quickly moving to the spots they were supposed to hold if they ever got into a fight. It was practised and they all knew what to do and how to hold their own square. This was not the first time they ran into an ambush. Wouldn't be the last either.

This time the strange portal dropped them on a forest path. The whole group made it through and they were trying to catch their surroundings. Going through a portal always left you feeling disoriented. Time looked around. The area here felt like something. Something close to home. There was this sense of familiarity that held him at bay as he looked at Warrior for confirmation.

The young man was staring at the shadow. The demented creature stood across the way in plain sight between two trees. He wasn't even trying to hide. He stood waiting holding Time’s friend in a stare. It was tempting Warrior. Trying to draw him out so the enemies hidden near it could strike. Looking more closely, Time could see a tail move and he could hear some branches snap under the weight of another enemy. There were at least two lizalfos waiting in hiding so they could strike once someone rushed forward. Time could see them and Warrior must have as well. Or else he would have run after it already. 

“There's three over here.” Traveller called. His voice was quiet compared to the commanders yell that it was hard for Time to catch it. He was using his regular speaking voice. Tenuous and tight he didn't need to yell to be heard. but so was everyone else. Not even insects chirped. It was just them. All the birds must have fled at the sight of the monsters who were waiting for who knows how long.

“Five!” Sky yelled. He was the closest to Time standing to his right. He turned to see what was there. These monsters stood not even trying to hide. They looked like the Lizalfos but bigger with thicker hide. They were better armed and had more armour that covered thick muscles. Taller and more heavy in muscle. Less like lizards and more closely resembling dragons. Time swore under his breath. He knew where they were. They were certainly in his hyrule. Those were dinolfos.

“I have a few over here.” Wind called. His voice was unsteady like it always was when a fight picked up. He had the same issue when he was younger. The nerves pick up and it always shows. “I can't count how many. They’re hiding behind the trees!”

“We’re in my Hyrule. I don't know where, so stick close.” Time said. Voice low and calm. This wasn't the worst trap they'd walked into. The Shadow must be running out of henchmen. Time couldn't see any enemies on his side. Just some the Shadow and goons on one side and the five Sky called on the other. He would have to choose who to go to in battle.

He knew he should help Sky. He wouldn't though. The shadow couldn't get away again, and he knew Warrior would rush headfirst into a fight with it. That idiot was just asking to be separated from the group and cornered. He knew it too, he just didn't care. Too headstrong and confident he was certain that he would be the one to kill the shadow. The shadow had been unashamed in ignoring all the others and only going after one of them at a time. It wanted to only kill one rather than fighting everyone.

Time turned around to face where Legend and Hyrule were. Legend held his fire rod in one hand and a sword in the other while Hyrule had his shield up and was waiting for the first shot. No one had moved from their positions yet and the forest was filled with the air of unsung battle. There was no easy way out of this. 

He didn't know where he was in his Hyrule. They could be anywhere really. He couldn't give them a good spot to retreat to if things went wrong. Which was good. He wasn't in a running mood. The shadow had gotten away too many times. The group had to land a blow or else they would all go crazy.

It was the shadow who made the first move. It tried to disappear into the forest. Warrior broke formation and started to chase after it. Twilight closed the gap and Time moved to fill in the extra space. An arrow whizzed by his face as he moved. The shot missed and landed in the bushes nearby. The monsters popped out of hiding and attacked as the shadow fled. One of the two monsters rushed out with a spear and chased after Warrior.

He wanted to go after the blonde haired bastard but he couldn't leave the rancher open to any enemies on his flank. Plus a two on one was never pretty. He helped level the playing field. Raising his sword high with two hands he struck an unsuspecting lizalfos who wasn't paying attention. The blow took it in a downward swing where the neck met the shoulder. Pulling the blade free the monster lept back and hissed. Twilight pulled out his grappling hook and swung it forward. Pulling the beast back into range.

Time put the finishing blow on the injured enemy as Wild filled the other up with arrows. It took too many shots to take down one of these beasts but whatever got the job done. Time rushed forward in pursuit of the shadow and Warrior. They both disappeared over a hill. Once at the top of the hill however he stopped. Below him was the very man he was hellbent on giving a good talk to. Time made his way down the hill- careful to not trip or fall down in his heavy armour.

There was more fighting behind him but the group could fend for themselves. They had the right skills needed. Warrior was just standing there staring down at his feet. No one else was around and the shadow was gone. Time went to his side and waved expecting an explanation. “Got it?”

“Check.” The captain was a man of few words when it was time to fight. A habit that was annoying if you wanted long answers but good for a soldier.

“Can I assume it’s dead?” His voice was gruff. A response to the weeks he'd spent travelling on harsh roads. It was clear that everyone wanted to get to the bottom of this but everytime they got close to an answer it was ripped from them.

“No. It jumped away and left-” Warrior waved his hands at the ground at his feet. He hadn't looked away yet. There was a flower on the ground. A twig that held a bundle of delicate blue and white flowers. The mixture of the two separate flowers looked wonderful as their stalks intertwined and grew into each other. A rare spectacle. It looked a little strange to be here. Plants didn't grow like that and Time could feel that something was amiss. “-this thing here.”

“A flower?” A sound, not unlike that you would hear from a fairy, came from the ground. A bush-like creature jumped out from under the dirt. Not even leaving a hole. A spirit of the earth and nature looked up at him with two beady eyes. A creature he hadn't seen since he was a kid. He had been turned into one by the skull kid when he chased his friend through the forest that first time.

 Time vividly remembers the deku shrub that told him of his destiny. Of how he wasn't really one of the kokiri, the forest children, how he was really left there by his mother who died escaping the war. A flood of sadness was met with the warmth of seeing an old friend. They stood only a foot tall and had an eternal smile on their face. One of the literal children of the forest.

All forest spirits were family to him. He grew up around them and considered himself one for the better part of his childhood. Time knelt on the ground. Even now he was too tall to meet the creature's eyes. You were so small you couldn't have been more than a few years old. There weren't many shrubs left. Even now they are in decline. The number was fading fast and here you were! There were sounds of fighting up the hill and Time turned around to check. 

“They’ll need help, I’ll stay here to look after the herb.” Time said.

“I'll stay here in case it comes back.” Warrior barked back. He really didn't want the shadow to get away again. It was a case of two well matched soldiers making it a challenge to show off. However the shadow seemed to be falling for the bait less and less. No matter how much ground they made it never seemed to be enough. They were always too far behind and could never catch up. All the ground they made was quickly swallowed by the knowledge that they had no clue what was going on. They were stuck chasing the tail of a beast they've never seen the head to.

“If I leave you alone the shadow will double back around and ambush our only member standing alone. Besides,” Time smiled down at you and rubbed your head. You squealed and hid back down in the dirt.  “they're too adorable to leave alone.” 

“You're not going back up the ridge to help?”

“They can handle themselves.”

“So can I.” Warrior looked down at you and was hard pressed to keep a stern expression on his face. You were cute for a little shrub monster. The racket you made when Dink came nearby struck a chord in him. He knew you were not dangerous but he couldn't figure out what you were. “I can stand guard here and make sure this one doesn't flank us.”

“Don't call them that.” Time frowned.

“Why’s that?” It was possible that the captain had never seen a deku shrub or young deku tree. He talked about fighting in one with Lana and others but that one was decades old and had already grown to be bigger than a house. 

“They're a deku shrub. They wouldn't even hurt a fly.” you could hurt a fly but the expression still stood. You were a staple of the forest and a guardian of the master sword. You could hardly go around killing things. It just wasn't in your nature. You were too young to leave alone, you were only a baby! The group would have to take you with them so none of the monsters would hurt you.

. . .

“Back home doesn't have a deku tree. We would benefit from one.” Hyrule commented. He thought back to home. He knew that his Hyrule was in decline but ever since he saved Zelda and reawakened the triforce things have been getting better. If they got a deku tree there would be one to watch over the master sword and the forests. “There's a lot of areas untouched by people they can call home. I know the forest people and fairies would rather enjoy their company.”

He could see you running around with his sisters. Playing by the fairy fountain and both learning from and protecting them in years to come. He could cosy up underneath a tree with you. Talk and spend his time teaching you. You'll grow with age and with that will come wisdom but until you're older you'll need lessons. He could teach you along with his sisters when they went back home.

“They might be too young. I dont think theyll be grown enough to turn into a deku tree for a long time.” Sky commented. He was not done feathering the unfortunate plant. They practically had to be wrestled from his arms when they put you down. He looked to be the most attached front he started. Cooing at you and trying to water you to help the plant on your head. He had even asked Fi if she knew anything about the spirits on the ground. He was not one to shy away about how he thought the group had to be careful. You were to stay with them until the group decided what was best for you.

The issue with that was- was that none of them knew what was best. They could go and ask a deku tree but that would involve leaving their defensive post. If the shadow wasn't being chased they'd just run off and the trail would grow cold. If they sent someone off on their own to ask the tree it was possible the shadow would attack; and if the shadow went through another portal the group would follow. Leaving their other members stranded with no prospects of coming back. This was starting to become a heated topic.

“Their home is in the kokiri forest. I know the tree there and that is where they should stay.” Time said. His tone was not stern just matter of fact and it drove Warrior to no end.

“You know what I think-” Warrior started. He hadn’t let the old man rest all day. The subject was a sore spot and no one in the group could tell why. Time had not moved from his morally superior spot of this being his Hyrule. Which meant it was his great deku shrub. Warrior had been the one to find it. He had been to the great deku tree in his time and it was huge trees that rivalled the sky for height as far as the eye could see. You might enjoy it there and they wouldn't know unless they took you with them.

“Time is right about one thing.” Wild interrupted. Not caring or noticing that Warrior was about to say something. Warrior was going to be mature about this. “This is their Hyrule, we should be keeping them here.” Twilight nodded but looked over to the shrub. You poked your head up and made a gleeful sound before ducking back under. Showing yourself just to calm the nerves of the group before ducking away into the cold earth. You were regarded as adorable that's for sure, still young as they could all tell, but how you seemed to just captivate the group was a mystery.

“We had a deku tree back home. It wasn't big though. I don't know how old but nothing too special.” Wind said. He had been confused as to why everyone was freaking out. You would be travelling with them regardless. That was for certain. It was all just a matter of Time. they were seeing how long it would take for them to argue for argument's sake. Wind wanted to roll his eyes but he knew that this was simply how the group figured things out. They were adults and they just couldn't wait to see what would happen.

“They're all special. A great deku tree isn't born everyday.” Time corrected Wind and it was the first time his voice softened since they sat down. He was always gentle with the kid. More gentle than he was with the adults.

“If we leave them by themselves they will have to learn on their own. It might help to keep them with their kin so they can learn more.” Four siad. He had been quiet the whole time. He didn't care to add to the bickering. He was more happy watching from the sidelines and seeing what the group siad. Vio was right though. You might get lonely or worse, you might be missing crucial information on how to do… whatever it was the deku trees did. Four didn't know and he was convinced the rest of the group didn't either. He would bring it up later. Adding more fuel to the fire wouldn't help.

“I think-” Warrior began again only to be cut off by Sky. 

“We can’t find anything in common here, we might as well just keep them.”

“Keeping them here is the only good response!” Wild yelled. The group erupted into chaos. The debate of what to do and the whole debacle of having a spirit of not so inconsiderable power was something else. You weren't anything special now but in years to come you could grow into a great deku tree. One who watched over the sanctum of the master sword and helped guide the forest people. Right now you were too small and mischievous to do anything of the sort but you would mature with age.

Leaving you be, taking you with them, having you stay in a different Hyrule… There was no good answer to the dilemma. They couldn't just keep you with no plan especially not if it caused a rift in the group. They had to settle this. Even if they did take you with them, how long could you stay? How would you respond to life on the road? There would be times that they would have to travel on mountains and through feet of snow. Would you try to involve yourself in their quest? You were a variable they knew next to nothing about but you couldn't just leave. Not after just walking into their life like this.

The group didn't settle the debate. They more came to the mutual conclusion that they can always come back and leave you here if they decide otherwise. They can keep you with them until the time to drop you off somewhere comes up. As a deku tree part of your job would be to guard the master sword and keep an eye over it. Sky had Fi with him and bening by her side might be why you're where. Sky picked you up and cradled you in his arms. Explaining that you showing up here must be because you sensed the sword and wanted to start your duties of watching over her. Keeping you here with her until you decide to leave was the best way to appease everyone. You would leave when the time was right and they could take you anywhere you wanted to be afterwards.

Time had clung to you immediately. He had decided that you were his. He was raised by a great deku tree and has met with several sprouts before. They were always so sweet. His first thought is to bring you home to Malon. He does do this and the plan from the start has been to help raise you. You're great with plants and Malon just eats you up. She is so happy to watch you run around and help out in the garden. Everyone is glad to have you around but Time is especially attached. Due to how he was raised he is happy to welcome a deku sprout to his family. 

Warrior is so happy to see Time talk to you so much. It brings out a younger side to Time and he can see how good you are for everyone. As much as he enjoys seeing Time talk to you it takes Warrior time to regain his young spirit again as well. He missed all the work he put into his adventure. Meeting you was a sweet surprise. You're a ray of sunshine that brings out the best in the group.

He would love to leave the group and hide you away in his Hyrule so he can make sure you grow up where he can keep an eye on you but he knows that he would be caught at this point. So for now Warrior sticks to being a good parental figure. Wasting no time chastising the members of the group when they act out of line. Like when Four picked you up and threw you. Fun for you, but uncalled for.

Twilight is obviously so eager to learn more about deku trees because there wasn't one in his time. Tiem had talked about it as if it was interesting but he said Ganondorf had poisoned the deku tree and they all died out as a response. Twilight doesn't want to leave you here if that's the case. He would much rather take you to the farm. You'd like the goats and the plants and the villagers would be kind to you. He's happy to help teach you and has taken over the role of teaching you your numbers and letters with the help of Wind. you'll need to learn at some point.

Wild is super excited to learn about the life cycle of the trees and can't wait to see how you'll grow up!! Just how big will you get? Are you like the Koroks? He takes you to see Hestu and will show you the others he comes across. He’ll solve several puzzles for you. Seeing you dance with Hestu when he does his upgrades makes him so happy, he thinks it's so cute to see you all interact. The flower you have on the top of his head reminds him of the korok puzzles where he has to chase down the flower to finish the puzzle. He has grabbed it at several points only to be chastised by the others.

taglist: @monkeyking-and-liuer-mate

#eye write #platonic yandere #platonic relationships #request #linked universe #yandere link x reader #legend of zelda #deku shrub reader #deku shrub #lu warriors #lu wind #lu time #lu wild #lu hyrule #lu legend #lu sky #lu twilight #lu four

[up-to-some-good]

Suprise

Written for the @wolfstarmicrofic prompt - December 7th: Bang Bang

Early December 1981

In previous years, a series of loud bangs emitting from the door would have Remus drawing his wand and blasting his way into the apartment. With the war behind them, however, the noises only made Remus hang his head and sigh, wondering if he shouldn’t just go to Godric’s Hollow and have a peaceful tea with Lily. It had been a tough day, though, and the only person he really wanted to see was Sirius, so he braced himself and walked into the apartment.

Fortunately, nothing was on fire or obviously wrong. The scent of garlic and rosemary was drifting from the kitchen, accompanying the crashing noise and the now-audible noise of Sirius cursing at whatever he was doing.

Remus had to pause for a moment at the kitchen doorway when he caught sight of his boyfriend. Sirius was standing in his socks on top of the counter, reaching for the biggest pot they owned. His hair was tied back haphazardly with his wand, and he was wearing Hope’s bright purple floral apron over his usual ripped jeans and band t-shirt. The source of noise was apparent immediately, as various pots which had previously been in front of the one Sirius wanted were scattered on the floor, having been discarded during his search.

Sirius started as Remus cleared his throat and smiled up at him from the doorway. Recovering quickly, he grabbed the pot and jumped off the counter, setting it down before pulling Remus into a hug.

“Welcome home, love. How was your day?”

“Bad,” Remus answered quickly as Sirius moved away to check something in the oven. “What are you doing?”

“Do you wanna talk about it?”

“No, not even a little,” Remus laughed. “I would like to talk about what you’re doing and why there are pots all over the floor when you could have used magic to get the one you needed.”

Sirius blushed as the other man gestured to the chaos that had befallen their kitchen. He quickly pulled his wand from his hair and sent the pots back to their rightful place.

“I’m cooking,” Sirius answered quietly. “You know I like to do things by hand, so I just kind of forgot to use magic for the pot.”

Still blushing, he quickly turned back to the stove and started adding what seemed like copious amounts of vegetables to the pot with some water and salt. Remus took a step forward to wrap his arms around his boyfriend’s waist from behind.

“Is there a reason that you, a man who just yesterday asked me if you really need water to cook pasta, are cooking enough food to feed the entire Order?”

Sirius turned around and buried his head in Remus’s chest, mumbling something inaudible.

“Can you repeat that, Pads? I couldn’t quite hear you,” he chuckled.

“I’m practising for Christmas!” Sirius burst out, lifting his head enough to make the words audible, while still resting his forehead against Remus’s collarbone to avoid eye contact.

“Pads, why on earth do you need to practise for Christmas? Lily always cooks for everyone, and she’ll be delighted to have guests now that she’s allowed to.”

 Instead of explaining, Sirius pulled away and walked briskly to the living room. He returned before Remus could follow and held out a piece of parchment to his partner.

“I’m not supposed to tell you,” he said. “They were going to do it over drinks tonight, but Lily should know better than to ask me to keep a secret.”

Confused, Remus opened the letter.

Dear Sirius

I have a big favour to ask you, but you’ll need a bit of backstory first, so I hope you don’t mind the slightly long letter.

I haven’t been feeling well for the past few days, just endlessly nauseous and exhausted, so James suggested we go to Poppy for help. She had a suggestion for us, and it turns out that she was right.

I’m pregnant, about one month along!

Harry is over the moon that he’s going to be a big brother, and James is already picking out paint for the nursery, but I have a slightly more urgent concern: Christmas. With how sick I’ve been feeling, I won’t be able to cook the meal this year. Just the thought of the smell of all that rich food makes me feel ill. Do you think you could do it instead?

You can use our kitchen, of course, and any of my recipes that you may need, but I know you have Effie’s recipes too, and I think James would be so pleased to have some of his mother’s cooking.

Let me know?

I do also have a second ask: please don’t tell Remus yet! We’ll see you both for drinks tonight, but we’d like to tell him ourselves and ask him to be the godfather.

All my love,

Lily

Remus eyes were stinging by the end of it. He looked up to see Sirius smiling gently at him.

“This is real?” he asked. “They’re having another baby?”

Sirius nodded.

“And they want me to be the godfather?”

“Of course they do, Moons.”

Remus pulled Sirius into his arms, picking him up and spinning him around, both of them laughing and crying.

“What can I do to help? Can I peel potatoes? Carrots? What do you need?”

Sirius tilted Remus’s head down and pressed a gentle kiss to his lips before answering.

“Do me a favour?”

Remus nodded quickly.

“Just act surprised.”

#wolfstar microfic #remus lupin #sirius black #wolfstar #wolfstar fluff #jily #wolfstar fic #bang bang #it's december now so i can only do fluff #enjoy

[mariana-oconnor]

The Empty House pt 3

How many more people will Holmes shock half to death with his miraculous revival this time?

Once or twice it seemed to me that I had seen the same figure before, and I especially noticed two men who appeared to be sheltering themselves from the wind in the doorway of a house some distance up the street. I tried to draw my companion's attention to them, but he gave a little ejaculation of impatience and continued to stare into the street.

Watson, with limited information: Tries to be helpful.

Holmes: Stop interrupting my staring!

I remember enough of this story to know that Watson has spotted the policemen who are also on this stake out. At least, that's what I think is happening here. The fact that Holmes can't quietly fill him in on that is particularly opaque of him. How is Watson supposed to help if you don't tell him what he needs to know? You're always going on about how you cannot theorise without data, but you refuse to provide data to Watson and still expect him to be on the same page as you. Not fair, Holmes.

Three years had certainly not smoothed the asperities of his temper or his impatience with a less active intelligence than his own. “Of course it has moved,” said he. “Am I such a farcical bungler, Watson, that I should erect an obvious dummy and expect that some of the sharpest men in Europe would be deceived by it? We have been in this room two hours, and Mrs. Hudson has made some change in that figure eight times, or once in every quarter of an hour."

I get that this is a stressful time, Holmes. But there is no need to bite Watson's head off. Again, if you don't give him all the information about what you're looking for and what else is going on, of course he's going to point out things that he thinks are important but you know are not. Getting irritated with him will not help with this. Giving him the information he needed would have done. You couldn't have added the fact that it would move to your little explanation earlier?

This and The Dying Detective are the two stories in which Watson could most understandably strangle Holmes and no one would blame him.

Also, Mrs Hudson deserves a sainthood. 'Go here every 15 minutes and, being careful to stay away from the window, move this effigy of me into a slightly different position.' What if she has better things to do? What if she was going out with her friends? What if she's in the middle of a really good book? What if she had a date?

Although, honestly, Holmes, if you wanted it to appear natural, you would have told her to move it at random intervals. I'm sure, being you, standing motionless and staring at one spot for an hour, is not an uncommon occurrence. Every fifteen minutes is just a bit too regular.

Again in the utter silence I heard that thin, sibilant note which spoke of intense suppressed excitement. An instant later he pulled me back into the blackest corner of the room, and I felt his warning hand upon my lips. The fingers which clutched me were quivering.

The man seemed to be beside himself with excitement. His two eyes shone like stars and his features were working convulsively.

Clearly I'm not imagining this right, because the way I see it, this guy looks kind of like he wants to throw up. Or he's doing the ugly crying.

I saw his long moustache droop over the stock and his eye gleam as it peered along the sights.

This is now what Colonel Sebastian Moran looks like in my head. I will not be taking notes at this time.

At that instant Holmes sprang like a tiger on to the marksman's back and hurled him flat upon his face. He was up again in a moment, and with convulsive strength he seized Holmes by the throat; but I struck him on the head with the butt of my revolver and he dropped again upon the floor.

Watson practising the renowned martial art of 'hit them really hard in the head to make them fall down'. A classic. Holmes clearly trying bar(t)itsu again and finding it more difficult to throw people off cliffs when there are no cliffs available.

“That you, Lestrade?” said Holmes. “Yes, Mr. Holmes. I took the job myself. It's good to see you back in London, sir.”

Oh hai, Lestrade!

Countdown to bulldog description, starting now.

“I think you want a little unofficial help. Three undetected murders in one year won't do, Lestrade. But you handled the Molesey Mystery with less than your usual—that's to say, you handled it fairly well.”

...Wow

Holmes. I know you can be polite to people. I've seen you being polite to people. You are very kind and considerate to a lot of your clients. But Lestrade tells you it's nice to have you back from the dead and you immediately tell him what a failure he is. I guess you do try to be nice at the end there. But you couldn't have started with something a bit better than 'you're only happy to see me because you're rubbish without me?'

I guess, at least Lestrade already knew you were alive, so you didn't give him a heart attack. Small mercies.

It was a tremendously virile and yet sinister face which was turned towards us. With the brow of a philosopher above and the jaw of a sensualist below, the man must have started with great capacities for good or for evil. But one could not look upon his cruel blue eyes, with their drooping, cynical lids, or upon the fierce, aggressive nose and the threatening, deep-lined brow, without reading Nature's plainest danger-signals.

Even after ten years, ACD is still devoted to his physiognomy. Le sigh. You see, you should never be deceived by evil people because you can totally tell they're evil by looking at them. That's absolutely how it works.

Also, calm down, Watson 'virile', 'sensualist'? I know your wife's dead, but this guy did just try to kill your best friend. Tell me you're into bad boys without telling me you're into bad boys, y'know?

“I have not introduced you yet,” said Holmes. “This, gentlemen, is Colonel Sebastian Moran, once of Her Majesty's Indian Army, and the best heavy game shot that our Eastern Empire has ever produced. I believe I am correct, Colonel, in saying that your bag of tigers still remains unrivalled?”

No, but why, guys? Why is it always colonels? This seems statistically significant to me. Is it just because it's a rank high enough to be impressive, but not so high as to be concerning that they were promoted so high? Did ACD once have a colonel cut him in line at the telegraph office? Why colonels? Why not a Lieutenant? Why not a Major? Why no Captains? Why not a Brigadier? Everyone loves a brigadier!

But no, always, always colonels.

Oh... research shows that Brigadier as its own rank did not exist in the Victorian British army, at which time Brigadier was actually a type of colonel.

Majors, Captains and Lieutenants were all in existence, though, so my point still stands.

Watson's very big on tigers in this story. Holmes springs like a tiger, Moran has a bag of tigers (not literally, although the literal bag of tigers would be far more amusing and also be an excellent one-use magic item in D&D. Throw bag to ground, saying the command word, and 1d6 tigers will emerge from the bag and immediately attack anyone nearby, they are not considered friendly towards you and cannot be commanded. They will not go back in the bag. Once used the bag is just an ordinary bag with some slight claw damage).

Also, Watson is continuing to have zero cool about how hot he thinks Colonel Moran is:

...with his savage eyes and bristling moustache he was wonderfully like a tiger himself.

Pull yourself together man!

Really, ACD had tigers on the brain, what with Holmes' explanation of his trap. 'Here's a tiger, there's a tiger, and another little tiger, fuzzy tiger, funny tiger, tiger, tiger, TRAP!' (That's pretty much what Holmes said, right?)

^ ACD's brain while writing this story (probably).

"I had imagined you as operating from the street, where my friend Lestrade and his merry men were awaiting you. With that exception all has gone as I expected.”

I guess snipers are just a more well-known sort of thing these days, but the idea of him shooting at Holmes from the street rather than a higher vantage point seems utterly bizarre to me.

“The man that the whole force has been seeking in vain—Colonel Sebastian Moran, who shot the Honourable Ronald Adair with an expanding bullet from an air-gun through the open window of the second-floor front of No. 427, Park Lane, upon the 30th of last month."

Are we going to get a motive? Hadn't they been winning at gambling together? I'm assuming some sort of debt or knowledge about Moran's criminal dealings, but still.

It's sort of nice for Holmes to give Lestrade the win here, but coupled with his earlier comments, it's kind of condescending. Also the other police officers definitely know, so it's really only for public awareness.

Our old chambers had been left unchanged through the supervision of Mycroft Holmes and the immediate care of Mrs. Hudson. As I entered I saw, it is true, an unwonted tidiness, but the old landmarks were all in their place. There were the chemical corner and the acid-stained, deal-topped table. There upon a shelf was the row of formidable scrap-books and books of reference which many of our fellow-citizens would have been so glad to burn.

I did see a comment by one of the other LfW readers that pointed out that Baker Street was very definitely burnt during The Final Problem, and that Mycroft must have had it restored (meaning that ACD just forgot about that, much like I did). It is infinitely funnier to imagine Mycroft painstakingly reconstructing the acid stains. And the mention of 'would have been so glad to burn' here is very amusing coming at it from this angle.

“I hope you preserved all precautions, Mrs. Hudson?” said Holmes. “I went to it on my knees, sir, just as you told me.”

This woman deserves a medal. Seriously.

“Up to a certain point he did well. He was always a man of iron nerve, and the story is still told in India how he crawled down a drain after a wounded man-eating tiger."

Only tigers. Only ever colonels and tigers. This is the truth of the world.

And then a bit of eugenicist theory thrown in for good measure, because of course it is. The use of 'pedigree' when referring to humans will always turn my stomach a little bit.

“It is surely rather fanciful.”

Watson here, unconvinced by the eugenicist rhetoric. Good man. I mean, you still support physiognomy, but at least you draw the line at eugenics.

Holmes, on the other hand...

“Well, I don't insist upon it."

Good.

“You have not made it clear what was Colonel Moran's motive in murdering the Honourable Ronald Adair.”

Thank you, Watson. You're really pulling your weight in this story asking the questions I need to be asked.

"Now, Moran undoubtedly played foul—of that I have long been aware. I believe that on the day of the murder Adair had discovered that Moran was cheating. Very likely he had spoken to him privately, and had threatened to expose him unless he voluntarily resigned his membership of the club and promised not to play cards again."

OK, yeah, that makes sense. It's a bit extreme, and you'd think he'd have sorted out some other form of income, but I guess tigers aren't that easy to monetise in London.

"...the famous air-gun of Von Herder will embellish the Scotland Yard Museum..."

Scotland Yard actually does have a crime museum (now at New Scotland Yard, obvs), that I believe they use for educating police officers these days and which can only be accessed by the people outside of the police force with special permission and allowances. I didn't know it was that old, though. Wiki tells me it started in 1874, and has never been open to the public, which surprises me because, while I personally think it would be in bad taste, that's the kind of thing the Victorians seem to have loved.

And so it goes. Holmes is alive, Watson is in Baker Street, and we return to our regularly scheduled letters. (Also, ACD just fridged Mary off screen so he wouldn't have to keep remembering that she existed).

#Letters from Watson #Sherlock Holmes #The Empty House #long post

[tamibae]

Headcanons None Asked For

Natsu

Can cook, is better than Lucy at it since he's the one making meals in their house. The rumor that he burns down the kitchen is true to an extent but only when he puts extra effort to make the food better.

Often practises his signature to make it more readable 'cause he feels he's has the weirdest one out of the team. Boy gets embarassed when caught by his friends, esp Lucy since she won't stop teasing him about it for weeks.

He actually tries to remember people's names, significant places and other necessary things. Notes them down in his personal diary which none knows about. Not even Happy.

Likes wearing matching wrist bands with Lucy and buys a pair everytime he sees one and now they have more than twenty colors of them.

Had secretly bought a maid costume that he wishes to see Lucy put on for him someday but lacks the courage to tell her.

Gets along with Loke really well despite all the ridiculous arguements. They often train together when Loke is free from flirting with girls.

Has severe PTSD about Lucy's supposed death and has terrible nightmares about losing her often but Lucy doesn't know about it.

He has stolen one of Lucy's shirts and holds it to his chest when she's not around and he misses her.

May not be the most fashionable among the team but he's def not the worst. He loves keeping up with the trends.

Sucks at drawing but is better than Mira and Erza.

Lucy

Takes regular cooking classes from Mira and is passionate about baking.

Is execeptionally amazing at drawing and sometimes wonders if she should start illustrating comics and mangas. 'Cause that's profitable.

Is a really good narrator and often spends a lot of time reading stories to the kids around, esp when they gather around her altogether with those puppy eyes. Requesting her to read them a new book they probably found at the library.

She knows how much Natsu loves to see her in Virgo form and so she takes full advantage of that by going for the maid outfit when she needs to distract him while sparring with him.

Even tho she won't go back to the Heartfilia mansion, she wants to get it back because it's a momento of their family and her childhood, esp her parents. She separates a part of her earning for that purpose, knowing it will take years sum up the amount. She doesn't lose hope.

She has kept one of Natsu's oversized shirts and wears them at home, ofc when she's sure he won't barge in or when he's on solo jobs which is rare. It really embarasses her but she does like his smell, a lot actually.

Her fav magic is requip but that's 'cause she thinks it's goes really well with fashionable people. They keep their pretty dresses all locked in the dimension, get to change into their preferred one at any moment and in a matter of a few seconds.

Has never told anyone before but she had a thing for Gray early on, presumably 'cause of his fashion sense.

Erza

Wants to get back at Jellal for not kissing her back then by bringing up a fake fiance. Someday she will.

Straight up horrible at cooking but that doesn't stop her from thinking she's better than Mira.

Her signature is really beautiful, second to only Lucy.

Doesn't like wearing maid outfits.

Spends a lot of time practising sword-fighting with Panther Lily and often teaches Lucy new techniques for her Cancer form.

Seems like a pure dom, is actually a sub but only for her man Jellal.

Has cavities 'cause of overeating sweets and hides it since she's afraid to go to dentists.

She gets along with Ichiya pretty well and they're actually good friends except for the times when he tries making cheap moves on her.

Isn't good with babies at all, kids get scared even when she's nice to them.

Has a wide range of perfumes.

Wendy

Aromantic and asexual

Doesn't like being near boys around her age much except Romeo, 'cause she likes having a little bro.

Loves picnics and fun day outs more than everyone else.

Is really good at baking, nearly as good as Mira and often teaches Lucy.

She loves outdoor games and sucks at indoor games 'cause she never wins. Poor girl.

Is really popular among exceeds. Often visits them in her free time.

Exceptionally good at sewing.

Gray

As much as he loves ice, he hates eating it.

Loves buying new jackets even tho he enevitably loses one a day.

He's the biggest fan of Lucy's novels and competes with Levy to get the first copy of the release.

Loves being clean, arranges his house nicely.

Had a childhood crush on Erza.

Mount Hakobe is his fav place to train.

Is really fascinated by Celestial magic and wonders at times if he could do it just as good as Lucy.

Struggles to say sorry to anyone except Erza and Lucy.

Is pretty good with kids but doesn't like pets.

Never sets his hair yet looks sexy.

#team natsu #fairy tail #lucy heartfilia #natsu dragneel #nalu #natsu x lucy #fairy tail nalu #ft nalu #fairy tail 100 years quest #gray fullbuster #erza scarlet #wendy marvell #fairy tail headcanons #nalu headcanons #fairy tail headcanon #nalu headcanon #team natsu headcanons #team natsu headcanon

[softquietsteadylove]

Heyyyy

Can we have some more- uh- *cough* *chokes*- spice for the mermaid AU?

once again I live for your entire account 🫶🏼

Thena crunched her sardine snacks, seated next to Gil on the beach that was around the backside of the island. There was a little actual tree cover over this 'beach', and it was even less out of the way than the dock for Titania.

She called it her little cove, where she could slip into the water for a nice little swim and emerge without drawing attention. Gil called it her secret oasis, sometimes.

"This is nice, huh?"

She smiled at him next to her, fishing lazily just for the sake of relaxing. She nodded with another fistful of her favorite snack in her mouth. The water moved and she nudged his arm.

"Ooh!" Gil jumped to grip his fishing rod tighter, reeling and letting out slack in strategic intervals. "Come on, little fella."

Thena tilted her head a few times, trying to deduce the catch from the sounds and smells she could pick up, as well as its behaviour on the hook. "I think it's a snapper."

"You think so?" Gil murmured, although he wrestled with his catch a little.

She nodded, leaning against his shoulder, "don't let it go completely slack, but let it think it's winning a little. Then reel it in all at once."

Gil chuckled, following her instructions. "Is that how you'd hunt it, Angelfish?"

She laughed as well, licking the salt from her snack off her lips. "Exactly. You let it think it can get away and then-!"

Gil beamed as he reeled in the red snapper, letting it soar through the air.

Thena instinctively reached to catch it, but withdrew her hand so Gil could toss his catch aside in his catch basket properly.

He kissed her cheek, "I'm lucky I have the expert with me."

She grinned, always happy to receive affection from him. She would be flipping her tail if she could. But there were certain things her tail couldn't do for her.

Gil sighed as she kissed his lips more purposefully. She set her snacks aside and moved her legs so she could crawl into his lap. Her legs were much better at this kind of thing.

Thena moaned as she tasted his beer on him. She didn't mind the taste of it so much, although that was possibly just because she associated it with Gil so much now. He said she never tasted like sardine snacks even though she ate them all the time.

According to Gil, she tasted the way the ocean smelled. She didn't quite understand that, but it was nicer than hearing that she tasted of dried fish.

"Sweetie," he sighed as she slipped her hand to his belt. He caught her hand gently, "we should go inside."

"Should we?" she asked with no intention of waiting to hear the answer. She moved closer, tugging at one end of the contraption. Something she would never, ever admit to Gil was that when he was at work she practised things like untying his shoes and getting his belts clasped and unclasped.

It was good practise for her! And also she wanted to be better at getting him undressed before he could start arguing about whether it was 'the right time' or not.

"Angelfish," Gil attempted to sound more stern, although she pressed a hand to his chest and found that funny bump called the nipple again. Its many purposes and pleasures still amazed her.

Thena pulled back and pouted at him, "why?"

"Well," her sweet human blushed, holding her gently between his outstretched legs. "We're...outside."

She blinked, "and?"

"Well," he urged, only more embarrassed. "We don't do...this...outside. What if someone heard us?--what if someone saw you?!"

"Hm," Thena pursed her lips. She supposed that mating was more something done with a certain modicum of privacy. No one wanted to stumble upon a mating couple among the coral reefs. She looked around them. "But-"

"Thena-" Gil tried to continue but moaned as she kissed him again.

"You seem excited by the idea," she pointed out, pressing against him and the increasingly firm bulge between his legs. "There is no one around, for how concerned you are of it."

Gil sighed, looking at her. "No one?"

"No one," she assured with a smile, tracing her thumb along his hairline. "I can't hear a single human, or boat. I can't smell anything but the sea."

Gil seemed ready to concede. He have a great respect for the fact that her senses far exceeded his own capabilities. He frowned, "are you comfortable with this, Angelfish?"

She tilted her head at him. "Are you?"

Gil smiled, tilting his head up and kissing her again, "If you're sure no one is around to listen to my girlfriend like this, then I'm fine with it."

She purred as she leaned in for another kiss. Ever since their first time mating it seemed her body hungered for it. She sat around thinking about him--about it. They slept together regularly now but when they didn't mate before sleeping she would sleep lightly, hoping to wake up and find that he was awake too.

Humans needed so much sleep--poor creatures.

Gil rolled them over on the blanket he had laid out over the large and coarse sand of the side beach. It wasn't the very light silica that was likely to get all over and stick everywhere, but sand was still sand. He grunted, "wrap your legs around me, Angelfish."

Thena sighed, melting against him as he purred that pet name in her ear. It reverberated through her, reducing her hard earned bones to jelly status.

Gil kissed from below her ear down her throat, dragging his teeth along where she had sealed away her gills under extra skin. She shivered. "You like that?"

She did. Very much.

Thena arched her back as he unbuttoned the shirt of his she was wearing, revealing her breasts. He found those very special, very sensitive nipples and began working his magic with his firm, calloused fingertips.

Even though he and Sersi had both taken her shopping, she simply preferred wearing Gil's clothes, unless they were going somewhere new.

Gil ran his tongue over one nipple then the other, teasing them until they were at peak sensitivity. She could feel the wind against them. He unbuttoned the shirt all the way, revealing her hips and between her legs.

She mewled as he stroked there, "Gil, yes, more."

He nudged her necklace up with his nose so he could nip her collar bone lightly with his teeth. Such blunt teeth, such gentle nibbles. "That's it, sweetheart."

Thena panted as he moved his fingers in waves, the way she would move her own tail. She wasn't sure if this was just the technique but by all seas and oceans it was good. "Yes, yes, Gil, please!"

He always made her finish first ('come' first). Something about it being good for her. And it made it easier for him to enter her afterwards? She hadn't paid much attention, too gripped by the pleasure of imagining it while he was explaining it so calmly.

She laid facing up, blinking at the sun just barely peeking through the leaves over them, tingling her skin. She gripped Gil's shoulders as he kissed her, pulling his fingers from her gently.

She sighed and purred, her head lilting this way and that lazily, her legs wound around Gil's hips. "Please, Gil? I want you inside of me again."

He blushed; something about mating instilled such shyness in her sweet man. It was very endearing.

He kissed her as they both got his belt undone and tossed away. He did most of the work until he was at her entrance again. "Ready?"

Thena moaned as loud as she wanted to as he pushed into her. This was the feeling that consumed her mind day and night. It was driving her to insanity. Makkari wouldn't recognise her anymore if she knew how much she craved Gil's naked flesh against her fingertips.

Gil moved gently at first, his body laid out and close to hers, her arms wound around his ribs and her legs over his hip and around his leg. Truly a beast with two backs, they made.

Thena whimpered as she dug her heel into his tailbone. It was a difficult angle for her leg - or maybe it was her hip doing the work - but it could make him go faster.

Gil thrust harder, hitting deeper. Their pelvises met loudly, and Thena could hear the fluids allowing their mating to happen smoothly. She groaned. He nipped at her neck again, "feel good, Angelfish?"

"So good," she responded, digging her nails into his back a little and dragging them over his skin. His muscles clenched and she would have asked if she had hurt him, if he didn't pick up pace even more.

"Fuck," he cursed, pushing himself up on his palms beside her so he could move more intensely. She liked the way it sounded when he cursed. It was different from her own usual curses, like oil spill or clownfish or barnacle.

Thena let out another moan as he scraped against the front of her, "there, Gil, I want more right there!"

He grinned, his breath coming out differently when he was smiling. He gripped the side of her butt and then her thigh, "okay then!"

"Gil, more, there, yes!" Sometimes word ceased to find her when they were mating. Like now. "Fuck!"

Ooh, it did feel good to say 'fuck'.

"Thena," he grunted, sweat beading on his forehead. He was close to finishing too.

"Yes, right there, almost," she panted, staring up at the sky as if she could physically reach out for the point of her release. "Gil!"

It felt like waves against the rocks. Like letting her body go and riding the ebb and flow of the storm safely within a warm pocket. She felt like a jelly listing lazily through the current, or a great turtle swimming as slowly as it desired.

Gil's finish was always loud, sometimes painful sounding. But he said it felt good, and the feeling of his finish releasing in her certainly felt good for her. So she hoped it felt better for him.

Gil stayed close to her body, as if a bird flying overhead would be spying on them mating and he was greedily keeping her human body to himself.

Not that she wanted to share his human body with anyone.

He kissed her gently, as he always did after mating. He looked down at her with warm eyes, always with this extra soft expression after their release. "You okay?"

She smiled at him, purring for lack of any better words. He seemed to understand, burying his face against her breast and kissing over her happy little heart.

"You're amazing, Angelfish."

By the seven seas did she love him. She didn't know if love always accompanied mating but it certainly did for her. She would never need - or take - another mate so long as she lived. "I could say the same of you."

He blushed, her sweet, sweet human.

Gil pulled her up into his lap, him hanging loosely now that the mating was over. He held her delicately, buttoning up his shirt again.

According to him, having her breasts out in the open flustered him.

Thena bent her head to sneak in little kisses as he did up the buttons, blocking his view of them at every opportunity. She liked kissing him, and she liked kissing him far more than she liked being dressed.

"Come on, Cuddlefish," he chuckled, giving her another kiss before stuffing himself away into his pants again. Doing up that damned belt. "I have dinner to make."

Thena nodded and sighed, letting him stand up and pull her with him. Mating was far better, but Gil's food was a close second for the best feeling in the world.

#Thenamesh Mermaid AU #Thenamesh 18+ #okay I know a red snapper wouldn't be this close to shore no matter far out Gil casts #obviously that's also what everyone else is thinking #just kidding but I don't know that many fish okay? #you caught me! #anyway Thena wants to fuck all the time now #I mean she's...curious #she loves discovering new things! #and this is a very new and very great thing to discover of course #yet another aspect of being human that has very pleasant side effects #VERY pleasant for our Angelfish here #and Gil every time is like I need more self-control #also nothing sticks to Thena's skin 'cause y'know...hydrophobic skin and hair #salt beads right off her #meanwhile poor Gil takes a shower and the sand...oh the sand #worth it tho #also Thena is more vocal #and less inhibited because #mating is done kind of 'outside' #there is no inside really #you find a little spot and...get to it #she doesn't have the societal shame built around it

[harringrovsonsworld]

Its Alright, its ok

Yo i finally finished my vampire Eddie thing!

Its Alright Its Ok (1680 words) by Harringrovesonsworld

Chapters: 1/1

Fandom: Stranger Things (TV 2016)

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Characters: Eddie Munson, Henry Creel | One | Vecna, Victor Creel, Nancy Wheeler, Martin Brenner

Additional Tags: Hurt/Comfort, Angst, Alternate Universe, henry and vecna as two different people, Vampire Eddie Munson, Post Season 4, Pre Season 5, Blood and Injury, Blood Drinking, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, Past Abuse, Starvation, Canon-Typical Violence

Summary:

so i have this au thing were vecna pulls an alessa from silent hill, splits himself into two parts. one is vecna as we know him and the other is henry, more akin to the person he was pretending to be as peter in hawkins lab. Vecna consideres 'henry' his weakness, the parts that have caused him to fail in the past. "why not just get rid of him then" i hear you ask. well SOMEONE has to feed vecnas new pet vampire.

platonic Eddie/henry, brief mentions of violence and referenced child abuse.

Long post under the cut

“Its ok” 

His voice is pitched, measured and calm. Tone flat but light . Practised over decades. Back then, someone had to keep the kids calm during experiments and it was never going to be Brenner. You could only talk so much to kids who had never seen real grass before it stopped making sense. When that failed: placate, resonate, soothe. The calmer they were, the quicker it was over and they could all get on with their miserable lives. He breathes out slowly “ take all the time you need.” He grits his teeth. Placid voice hides the fear. His breath hitches in his chest as the other swallows thickly. Its agony, simply put . Like two hot sewing needles worked through the thick of his neck. Fledgling fangs, that a week ago could hardly pierced the foil of a yoghurt top. “I'm sorry.” The other sobs, tears mixing with spilled blood “I'm so sorry” Brown eyes grow darker and more empty every day, but the tears that flow from them are still painfully human. He wants to move, run his hand down the others back, if for no other reason than to stop the hideous noise that rattles from Eddie's chest when he weeps. But fleshy vines have wrapped themselves around his limbs, pinned him to the pipework deep under the creel house. Writhing and moving of their own accord they pulse with the beat of his heart, itching under his skin. There's a little wiggle room, but Eddie’s weight in his lap is enough to keep him pinned.

Hands ball up the back of his dirty white shirt, tiny claws scratching along his ribs are not yet hard enough to draw blood. “I'm sorry…i cant..i cant stop…i need more” Eddie breathes along his neck, moving to the other side before sinking his teeth back in and pulling another gulp. He hisses; the wounds from last week haven't fully healed , still raw and tender as Eddie suckles on the sensitive flesh.  He’s getting dizzy at this point, unsure if he should be grateful or concerned. He can't blame Eddie for his lack of control. He too knows the pain of starvation . Back before the soteria, it was one of Brenners favourite punishments “Dinner is a privilege” he would mutter, locking his cell door tight. “Not a right.” Henry winces, ripped from memory  as Eddie's fangs burrow deeper than before. It's been days since last Eddie fed, maybe weeks since he had real food and not just a few mouthfuls of malnourished blood. The other creature in the room watches them unblinking, fascinated. 

Their eyes meet and flicker apart just as quickly. It's like looking in a mirror, he supposes. If the mirror was covered in offel and left in the rain to rust for a few years. His other self looks decrepit, for want of a better word. He could just as easily be describing roadkill, as the thing in front of him. The girl, Nancy, he thinks she's called, she and her friends did a real number on him. He remembers the anger, the fear, disgust at weakness as he lay bleeding on the ground in front of the place he once called home. 

But it all seems so detached, like watching his life through someone else's eyes, a recording on tv or something, a voice over the radio. The next he knows, there are two of them; staring side by side on dirty ground at his own face, distorted in anger. Except it isn't him, not entirely. After the assault ‘Henry’, the one eddie called ‘vecna’ cut a swath of destruction through the upside down, in what can only be described as a childish tantrum. If you could make God bleed, people would cease to believe in him. So he decided to change it, he would make them believe again. 

All his pain, all his rage, every negative emotion he’d used to sustain himself over the years, Vecna concentrated until it had a mind of its own, struck out and left the rest behind. All that was left was Henry. Henry the outcast, the orderly, the lab rat, the discarded remains of a greater being. The one tied to the wall with a nestling vampire using him as a human juice pouch. Vecna’s Humanity, the shreds he had left collected up and bundled into not-quite-a-person .He supposes then this basement must be the proverbial junk drawer of Vecna's mind and him the funny plug that doesn't fit anywhere. He's someone to hang onto  in case those trifling human feelings ever become useful again. No rage, no hate, no lust for destruction or even the weakest of Vecna’s powers . Just a sense of emptiness and feelings that don't belong to him.  Henry struggles to make sense of these memories; they're his and he knows it but…it’s less like a movie of one's life and more like a photo album that has been dropped on the floor and it's his job to put everything back in its place. Henry feels nothing for Nancy, except maybe a twinge of pity knowing what his other self has planned. 

He realises he's been holding his breath. A sharp nip from eddie brings him back to reality. Henry’s eyes flutter as Eddie takes another gulp, the world growing a little dark at the edge of his vision. “That's enough.” Vecna's coarse voice sets his nerves on edge. Eddie gasps as he's snatched away, hands plucking Henry's shirt  as he goes, a feeble whimper on his lips. The young undead is tossed to the ground, groaning in pain and curling in on himself as  he skids across the concrete floor. Barely a second passes before cold replaces eddies close warmth. Henry nearly sobs in relief and shudders at the loss of heat. 

Eddie coughs wetly, pathetically weak. The blood running down his chin matches the rivulets that spill free from Henry's puncture wounds , soaking into his stained shirt collar. Eddie wheezes, coughs and rasps on blood. Choking, his healing lungs still struggling with the toxic air of the upside down. Henry watches with morbid fascination as exposed muscle contracts and spasms around Eddie's lean frame. Vecna rises from his spot by the door, languid and measured, “Are you satisfied?” The deep tremor of his voice rattles the pipework, floorboards groaning under the vibrations. Eddie flinches as Vecna comes to a rest by his side, murmuring inaudibly into the crook of his arm.

“Answer me” Eddie’s still coughing. If it weren't for all the red, Henry swore the metal head  was starting to turn blue. Vecna kicks out, landing a hit right to Eddie's tender side. The sound Eddie makes isn't entirely human. But then again, nothing down here is anymore. He sobs quietly into the sleeve of his jacket, determined not to let anyone see how scared he is.   

Something about this scene is making Henry's heart race and his mind reel. Victor standing over him, why can't you just be normal? Henry never cried, perhaps that was the problem. Next it's Brenner, why can't you just behave, do as I ask ? ‘I'm trying papa.’ he responds, blood dripping from his nose but it was never enough.  “He just needs a second,” Henry protests as much to Vecna as the memory. The snap of the vine across his hollow cheek echoes all around them. Henry tastes copper and briefly wonders what about it Eddie suddenly finds so appealing. For the first time since they were separated , he felt anger swell in his chest.

But Henry is weak, exhausted from blood loss. Wants to fight but knows it's a waste of effort. He withers under Vecna’s glare, turning so he doesn't have to face the fact that time after time, there's nothing he can do. Vecna grunts, turning his attention back to eddie. “Are.you.satisfied?” Every word is punctuated with a tightening of tendrils, eddie slowly lifting from the floor like a stage marionette. The flesh strings raise him to eye level, brown almost black meets blue almost white. Vecan uses his good hand to examine the brunette, turning his head left and right by his jaw, using his talon to push back his lip and study Eddie's fangs. Half lidded, the young vampire muttered something, too quiet for even the dead silence of the basement “ Speak boy.” Vecna croaks “ have you had your fill? Finally Ready to serve at my side? Never be hungry again?” He curses himself for not watching. The look on Vecna’s face when Eddie spits what must be a massive mouthful of blood and mucus across his cheek is something he’d have paid good money to see.

He feels the force of the throw, the movement of the air wafting his blond fringe aside before he really registers what's happened. The entire building rattles when Eddie hits the basement wall. Vecna is gone before he’s even fallen to the floor, a fleshy mass grown over the door sealing them inside. Eddie is laughing between groans and it's quite possibly the best sound he’s ever heard. It fades far too fast, back to coughing and breathlessness and then to silence. It takes him a few minutes to rouse. Short bursts of movement, using his nails for purchase to drag himself along the ground, until the other is resting his head on Henry’s thigh. He feels the sticky warmth of blood soak into his pant leg, the bloom of red though white like ink on a wet page. A quick glance up at the plumbing tells him he must have cracked his head open on a pipe. Not like it could kill him, but still that's gotta hurt. Outside something howls and Eddie curls tighter towards him “Tell me again about your little dungeons and wagons game?” he tries “...dragons.” Eddie hums wiping blood from his mouth “hmm?” “It's dragons. Dungeons and dragons.” he repeats “so what's your favourite thing about it then?” Henry asks, looking to the ceiling to count the webs again. 

“You get to kill monsters.” 

#stranger things #eddie munson #henry creel #vecna #kas!eddie #vampire eddie munson #stranger things au #silent hill #sort of a crossover #from my deranged brain #my stuff #my writing #platonic eddie x henry

[legacyofacat]

[4] Nimbus Try I: Arpeggio of Hurt Steel

Chapter 4

They ended up going ashore in Europe, choosing one of the southern countries not patrolled by Zeitwächter‘s personal nemesis — battleship Brokencore — and were now strolling aimlessly in the streets.

„I‘m surprised that the people aren’t more afraid of us“, Zeitwächter stated at one point while stretching with her arms behind her head.

It was true. None of the people here reacted like one might have thought (you know, like screaming, getting out of sight, cussing) and instead were, at most, throwing careful glances and nothing more.

„They’re accustomed to you“, Kongō said.

„Yeah, but the people in the west are too“, she made a thoughtful noise, „though those are Germans and Frenchs and all that, so…“

Kongō looked at her, eyebrows one dumb word away from rising skyhigh.

„There’s a temperamental difference between south, north, west and eastern Europe and I have no way of explaining it to you.“

Ah, her eyebrows had raised, damn it.

„Well, Kon-chama, let’s go window shopping!“, she jogged forwards, still almost walking and waving a wallet she had conjured from God knows where.

Churchgrim and Kongō had to speed up in order to not get left behind: „Where did you get the money from?“

„I‘m not trying to Weimar Italy, don’t worry!“

What did that even mean!?

„Queenie pays all of us a monthly salary~“

Kongō looked at the seemingly very heavy wallet and thought that Zeitwächter mustn’t have come ashore in quite a while: „And where does she get all the money from?“

There were quite a few ships, after all.

„Are you worried that she robs people?“, the battleship leaned down to give her dog a treat and pat, „the various governments pay her a certain amount and she divides it evenly between us.“

„You’re allied with humanity, then?“

„I suppose?“, she put a finger to her chin and tilted her head cutely, „we do work together with them at the very least.“

It wasn’t really a thing that Zeitwächter was concerned about; if they were allied with humans or not didn’t really matter to her as she disliked them anyway.

However, money? Best thing those fleshbags could give the fleet (and the very least).

Just in that moment, a vendor selling and trading fabric and clothing called out to them: „Ladies! Would you like some new dresses?“

Kongō felt Zeitwächter’s mood sour instantly, her and Churchgrim hiding behind the blonde who chose to answer: „We don’t.“

They were disappointed at a good business opportunity just passing by and thus held up what was undoubtedly one hell of a costly dress: „Really not? It would be a shame to pass by this opportunity. You will never find a dress like this again-agh!“

Their colleague had finally stepped in and slapped them on the back of their head: „Shut up. Those are members of the Fog and you're making them uncomfortable."

"But money…"

"What kind of vendor are you?", he wasn't even looking at the other, instead focusing on a phone or something, "you can't sell anything to uncomfortable people. You also can’t sell shit when dead."

From then on, they descended into a loud verbal fight and the group of ships took that as their sign to leave.

"What kind of shop are you searching for?", Kongō asked Zeitwächter while she looked at a food stall they were passing.

"I need new art supplies."

"You draw?", that did surprise her a bit, somehow.

In retrospect though, it most likely shouldn't have – Zeitwächter seemed like someone who practised some kind of art.

The battleship beamed and nodded while making a confirming sound, moving energetically up on her toes and down immediately again in a mimic of a happy little jump: "I do! I'm not the best at it yet, but I'm having a lot of fun with it!"

Fun, huh?

Kongō thought back on her first and only visit to Iwoto and felt a painful twist in her heart; she really was having fun with them all, she supposed.

"Kon-chama, I think this might be it."

They had come to a halt in front of an old stone building which certainly had seen better days but was still in great shape. Its door was outfitted with colourful glass and over the entrance was an artistically designed metal sign reading "Little Shop of Artists".

If lucky, then the two metre giant that was Zeitwächter wouldn't even have to duck.

Just as Kongō was thinking that, her theory was proved by the battleship entering the shop to call towards the counter: "Hello? Is it alright for my dog to enter too?"

A brown head popped up from behind the wooden construct: "Hello! Yes, of course, good boys and girls can always come in!"

Churchgrim immediately patted in and sat down by the counter, tail wagging madly.

"Oh what a cute boy!", the woman cooed, "a sweet little man!"

He was preening and practically growing with every word she said until Zeitwächter put a hand on his head to stop the sudden growth of the already not-so-little man.

The woman, by now lying on the counter, looked up at her: "Are you his mom?"

"Uh", Zeitwächter said, "more like… sister?"

"Oooh I see!", then her gaze got caught by Kongō slightly behind them, "are you his sister-in-law then?"

Kongō's head snapped around so fast, if she were made from flesh and blood you could have heard the muscles in her neck snap: "Come again?"

She asked at the same time Zeitwächter sputtered out a way more inelegant mess of words.

Churchgrim, for his part, looked between them all then made a stupidly happy face.

You don't even know what a sister-in-law is!, Zeitwächter screamed mentally.

The woman was, apparently, legitimately confused: "You two aren't a thing?"

"No", Kongō simply said.

"Oh", she slumped back down on her counter, "too bad, you're kinda cute together."

"She…she… flagship!", Zeitwächter was still having a certain amount of trouble.

"I see, so it's a workplace affair."

That sentence had been muttered, but also been loud enough for Zeitwächter to bang her hands on the counter and more or less die in front of it while kneeling on the ground: "Art supplies! I don't suppose you have Faber-Castell but-"

A package of Faber-Castell colour pencils landed in front of her.

"Hah?", she looked up at the cashier, dramatics forgotten, "how the hell?"

Said woman just shrugged.

"...How much?"

And that was that.

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#aoki hagane no arpeggio #arpeggio of blue steel #蒼き鋼のアルペジオ #kongou #kongo #kongō #コンゴウ #fanfiction author #fanfic #try series #dog #Nimbus Try I: Arpeggio of Hurt Steel #arpeggio of hurt steel #nimbus try 1 #nimbus try i

[lieutenantselnia]

I don't post WIPs very often but I'm finally on my way of breaking out of artblock hell and drawing again, so heres a little sketch. It's not the best and I still feel super rusty but I love them so much😭💖

Not sure if I'm going to colour/finish this soon, on one hand I think sketching and doodling a lot of different scenes might be better to get back into the flow (and would also help me to get my ideas out of my head), but on the other hand I want to do colouring, shading, and even lineart, because I find those parts of the process really calming sometimes and also just want to improve my technique and experiment with new things as well. But for that I also need sketches first😂

More rambling under the cut in case you want to read it⬇️

I drew this yesterday and planned to continue on it this evening, but I ended up not really making progress because I was in my "just dreamily stare at your f/o's face" phase xD I often have that when I draw one of my f/os (usually during the sketching phase - maybe I could also try out just cleaning up the sketch a little and colouring it👀)

In hindsight it was probably not the smartest idea to start out with a profile view drawing - I like them in some ways but they're also difficult. I admittedly had to trace Heinz' face a little from one of my older drawings (that I did back in January) because I just couldn't get his face proportions quite right :') I'd like to practise them more but right now I just wanted to have a cute picture because I missed him so much😭 Also I didn't quite figure out how to draw his hairstyle in profile view yet, so I just left it like the old one for now. But his hair is actually supposed to look slightly different now, if I decide to clean up and finish this drawing I'll hopefully find a solution for that👀 Plus I also tried out a slightly different signature - not sure yet if I'll stick to it but I thought it might be better to include my whole username in it.

#f/o: 🚂 #probably gonna draw him a few more times because I need an outlet for my feelings but then it's also on to learn how to draw my other f/os! #I'm excited but also intimidated at the same time because they're not the easiest to draw probably #and I want to do my old men justice😩 they deserve to look good! #self ship #self shipping #self ship community #self insert x canon #self insert #self shipping community #self ship art #wip #art wip #digital art #sketch #selniasart

[lgckoda]

𝐃𝐄𝐁𝐔𝐓 𝐁𝐎𝐎𝐓𝐂𝐀𝐌𝐏 ! 𝙻𝙴𝚂𝚂𝙾𝙽 𝚂𝙾𝙻𝙾

𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐋𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐎𝐍 // ~ 𝙾𝙲𝚃 𝟷𝟸-𝟸𝟸 Koda thinks about the philosophy of lying during acting class …

𝐀𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝'𝐬 𝐚 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐞, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚎𝚗 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚠𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚗 𝚖𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚕𝚢 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚢𝚎𝚛𝚜 …

The acting lessons are Koda’s favourite—the ‘warm-ups’ where they pretend to be loud animals, or personifications of non-physical things, like wind, or a bad small, and then they take out scripts from famous plays and try and emulate the greats. It’s all very fun to Koda, who’s reminded of the make-believe games he’d played when he was young, running through fields with his sister and the other kids from the commune. Acting doesn’t feel hard to Koda, it just feels like playing a game, so he always looks forward to the lessons. It feels a lot harder to mess up in the acting classes than it does in singing or dancing, where his voice can crack or he can trip over his feet. No, acting just feels like play-time. 

Today, they spent a good ten minutes laying on the floor making weird noises at the ceiling to dispel any awkwardness surrounding being a bit silly, then played a game of wink murder to practise dramatic deaths, and now they’re going over scenes taken from the most notable (acting-wise) movies and dramas, deciphering what exactly makes them so good, and noting it down, then trying to put it into practise as they recite monologues from a drama or movie of their own choice. This part, the part that feels like work, is less fun to Koda, but still isn’t that hard when he really puts his mind to it. He’s pretty sure he’s not the best actor among them, but he’s pretty sure he doesn’t suck. Again, another reason he’s not sure why he actually got into Legacy in the first place—he really is starting to believe it was just because he looks nice. 

Koda puts his head down, does his work, and only giggles a little bit with the other trainees beside him. They’ve got tablets to watch the scene they’re picking apart on, and before too long, Koda’s picked out which bits seem like the parts that make the performance so good. The actors in the scene are so immersive, drawing you in and making you believe it, and he thinks that maybe that’s the main thing to look at—you have to make the audience believe what they’re seeing, to put themselves in the show or movie, to get invested, to emotionally tie themselves to the things happening. Koda supposes that’s why it’s important to be able to show the right emotions, to make it believable, because humans are so good at spotting when an emotion is wrong, or faked. 

He supposes this is also what lying is—acting. He’s never been a fan of lying, never really understood most of the lies people tell. He understands lying and saying someone’s new haircut looks good, but he can’t think of many other instances where lying would help. He’s always been of the belief that the truth is better than a lie. There’s no reason to lie to a child about their pet going to a farm instead of dying, no reason to tell someone someone they didn’t hurt your feelings by saying something, no reason to tell someone you aren’t in love with them when you are. Lying just complicates things, and Koda likes a complication-free life. 

Perhaps this is a good use of lying, though. Pretending, he prefers to think of it as. Pretending he’s a prince, or a spy, or a detective, or a superhero. That doesn’t feel like lying, just playing make-believe, but with adult skills, rather than kiddy skills. Maybe lying, but for good, is okay, if people are all aware it’s a lie. When idols tell their fans they’ll never date and only be with them forever, it makes Koda’s stomach turn. He can’t see himself ever being able to do that, which is why, perhaps, idoldom is really not for him. Koda isn’t able to just lie like that, he’d end up in scandals for talking about wanting to date and get married and how he doesn’t see himself ever dating a fan. 

His mind had wandered, and he’s sitting on the floor, chewing the end of his pen as others around the room recite their chosen monologues. There’s so many layers to acting, but Koda wonders if he’ll ever be lucky enough to even be in a drama. Even as a minor character. He’d love that, dressing up like a schoolboy and pretending he’s a nerd who’s being bullied by the mean lead boy. Maybe one day he could even be the lead boy too! But then, perhaps he’ll only ever be good enough for modelling. He should stick to that for now, at least. He’s got such an important gig coming up, and he has to do well—maybe the acting will help for that too! Everything seems to tie together, Koda thinks, as he makes more notes on the scene he’s annotating, and goes back to chewing his pen. Well, whether it’s useful or not, at least it’s fun. 

#( koko ; solo ) #( solo ; debutbootcamp001 ) #lgc:debutbootcamp001 #( nov. 22 ) #( wc ; 827 )

[ja3hwa]

Yunho || Never Let You Go

Word count: 2.1k

Genre: Angst, Heartbreak, Sad times

Warnings: Too many!! Swearing, heavy verbal and physical abuse. Spitting, hateful words about readers body image (nothing specific but its still there). Degrading readers intelligence. Let me know if I missed something.

Notes: Readers Boyfriend is an abusive person. Yunho is our saver that gives great bear hugs. Honestly I don't really like this but I've been thinking about this scenario for a while, so yeah.

Also this not to make abuse look aesthetic nor romanticise it. This is purely for reading purposes. If you don't like it please block me.

Lightings everywhere, loud music blazing and chatting among colleagues. An evening party to celebrate a new year for K-idols. You are grateful to be able to meet or catch up with anyone from different groups, both male and female. It was amazing, given your only a dance teacher for most of these people, you don't get the closeness like this evening is giving.

"I'm going to just speak to someone and then we can leave." Your boyfriend spoke quick, blunt and emotionless. Leaving in a second but not before demanding you to meet him outside in the parking lot. You sigh, agreeing before heading out. You didn't want to leave but deifying or biting back at him would lead to unspeaking actions. But that was what your relationship was, that's how it was supposed to be. right?

- Earlier that evening -

You and your boyfriend were walking towards the back entrance of the event hall after Luke was finally finished his cigarette. He didn't want to leave you inside by yourself because in his words spoke I don't trust you to not talk to other males. You keep your arms crossed over your chest keeping in the warmth of your body, seeing your breath as you sigh quietly.

"So a little birdy told me that you've been with that ateez boys again." You heard him spit out his words, making your heart drop.

"Uh, what are you talking about baby? I-I only work in the same company, I would never--." You cut yourself off afraid of getting into more trouble. Tempting to lie to him was not the best but if he found out you were sneaking around to hang out with people, especially with males, you and them would certainly die.

"Don't lie to me." He stops dead in his tracks, making you turn to look at him. You try not to make eye contact as he walks closer to you, only becoming an inch away. He grabs your arm, making you flinch slightly at the sudden pressure.

"Aw baby." He strokes your arm sinisterly, pulling you face up by your chin so you are forced to look at him in the eyes. He brings twos fingers up to a strand of hair that fell in front of your face, pulling it behind your ear. A disgusted feeling hits in the pit of your stomach, feeling your jaw whimper at the feeling of the terrifying male towering over you.

"You know lying causes more trouble. Now tell me, am I not good enough? I know we don't have sex but that's because your body is disgusting and you don't satisfy my needs. You know I come first. So tell me why you must go around being a slut and sleep with them. And out of anyone, them?! it's like you are trying to make me mad." He pinches the bridge of his nose, spitting out swears and profanities. You stay frozen unable to find the words to say, too scared if you say something wrong you'll upset him further.

"I'm sorry but I didnt--DON'T FUCKING LIE TO ME." He slaps the left side of your face hard, making you fall to the cold damp ground. You feel tears swell up, beginning to fall from your red eyes as your body starts to tremble.

"Get up, mutt." He hacks, spitting down at you. You shakily get up, unaware of what his next moves were. Your legs wobble, threatening your balance. He grabs your wrist pulling your numb body to him, digging his nails into the rough flesh, fearing to draw blood.

"Luke, please... I didn't" He grabs your neck, holding it tight, blocking your air pipe with a hard grip. Your breath hitches, brain starting to go into panic mode but you don't dare put your hands up to try and stop him, letting him have his way with your ragdoll body.

"If I ever catch you with another man, especially them. I'll break your legs and blame it on a car accident. I'll destroy every part of this pathetic body and make sure you have nothing left. Cause I own you." His eyes filling with rage, his grip threatening to snap your neck. You feel weak, your vision blurring, life leaving. The feeling of loss and helplessness. He won yet again.

"I-I'm sorry." You finally get out a word, apologising for your actions. With that, he lets go of your neck scoffing as he watches your body fall back to the cold ground. You cough out feeling the oxygen flooding back to you, trying to take a deep breath.

"Let's go back inside and if anyone asks you why your face is red, you better come up with a good story." He couches down to pick up your face up by your chin. Looking at you with a head tilt giving you a blank expression.

"I do this cause I love you. You need to learn my baby." He tucks the same small piece of hair that fell in front of your face earlier that night back behind your ear.

"I love you too." You smile at him as he gets up and walks back inside leaving you alone to cry softly. You hated him, you hated yourself and what's more, you hated that in your mind you somehow thought you still loved him.

-

"Oh hey Y/n. Leaving so soon?" You glance up from looking at your feet to see none other than the Ateez boy's hanging around in the back entrance parking lot, seeming like they were waiting for their ride to also leave for the night.

"Yeah, it's getting late. Besides, I have practise tomorrow. I'm helping Lisa with a photoshoot so I can't be late for that." You chuckle lying about your early retire. The boys all laugh along with you knowing the pains of getting up early.

"Y/n." You froze, instantly regretting opening your mouth, reminding yourself the reason you got hurt earlier this evening. A pit in your stomach begins to form, knowing you are going to get a worse punishment once you get home.

"I-..Luke, you ready to--"

"Why are you talking to them?" He growls clearly angry at your stupidity to talk to males. He sighs trying to keep his cool, pinching the bridge of his nose once again.

"Oh w-we work together. We were just talking about wor--."

"Did I give you permission to talk to them?" He strides towards you griping your already bruised wrist, pulling you towards him. You glance over at the others, all clearly shocked at the situation that's unfolding in front of him. But this is normal for you, to be yelled at 24/7 by the person that's supposed to be the one to make you feel safe.

You look over at Yunho, he's staring at you with so much concerning his eyes. His blood boiling at the sight of Luke gripping onto you. You feel your head spin, wanting nothing more than to break down and scream out how much Luke is abusing you. How much he hurts you. How much he makes you feel useless.

"Let's go." He pulls at your wrist but you pull back, breaking out of his grasp. His expression drops, fury in his eyes, slowing filling his body with rage.

"What are you doing?" He spits out.

What am I doing? You thought gulping at your dry saliva, heart threatening to beat out of your chest.

"Come on babe, let's. go." He states stern. Sweat forming on your brow, hands clenching into fists with balls of fabric from your shirt. You finally look at him on your own, looking dead in his eyes.

"No." You whisper, unable to speak any higher.

"WHat?" A shocked expression wipes over, biting the inner of his mouth, feeling the urge to throw his hands. Time seems to feel like it has stopped, a build-up of rage. So many emotions fuzzing your brain.

"I said no." You clear your throat. He goes to grab your arm once more but you sidestep away from him.

"Y/n I swear to god if you don't come with me right now."

"What? You'll hurt me, you have an audience now." You spat, pointing at the boy's standing awkwardly in the cold parking lot. He looks over at them making eye contact with Yunho. Mingi holds him by the shirt not wanting him to get involved just yet.

"I'm done. I don't want to be with you anymore." You finally broke your silence, the ball in your throat melting away, letting your words spill out like a river.

"What?! You're acting crazy. Did that fall mess with your brain." He lowly chuckles, trying to fake out a small laugh.

"Oh you mean the fall that happened when you hit me, yeah probably." You snapped. Hearing your words, Yunho broke from Mingis hold, fists in balls. He aimed for your boyfriend. Luckily Seonghwa grabbed his arm, making all the boys come closer to the verbal fight, trying to not step in unless you say otherwise. Luke however flipped finally having enough of your words, grabbing your arm, pulling you towards his body.

"DON'T TOUCH ME." You elbow him in the chest, pulling yourself free. Your heart swells the beat quickening as if it was going to burst outright of your chest. You look back to see Yunho with rage in his eyes being held back by not only Seonghwa but now Mingi and Wooyoung too. You scan the parking lot to see no one else. Sighing, you give a brief smile to the boys before looking back at Luke.

"You know what Luke, you are a disgusting, selfish, and pitiful women beater." Your words spill, choking lightly, you forbid yourself to cry in front of him, not to dare give him any satisfaction. Your heart snaps, breaking your silence.

"If you don't get what you want, you hurt people until you do. I'm done. You always tell me to fake a smile and tell everyone how perfect our relationship is. But in fact, I have nothing to smile about when I'm with you..." You step forward, making Luke take two steps back. You point at him, your face flushing red as rage now fueled your words.

"I've been waiting so long to finally have the strength and courage to tell you I don't owe you a god damn thing!" you scream your last words, finally getting your first breath of freedom in a while. He drops his image, glance at the males watching the intense show. Clicking his knuckles not caring about them seeing what is unfolding anymore.

"So you think you can do whatever you want because you have an audience behind you?" He growls bending to your eye level.

"You're so fucking stupid somethings. God, you make my life so fucking difficult." He sighs throwing his hands in the air, you flinch slightly, trying your best to stand your ground but your body is still afraid of him. He notices that giving out a light chuckle.

"I own you, I own your life, I gave you everything! You are mine!! I control you." He throws a tantrum feeling himself not getting his way. You look to the floor giving out a small laugh at his words, quickly wiping a stray tear before he could see.

"You own me? You gave me nothing! If you really did own me, control everything I do. Would I be able to do this?" You turn around looking Yunho dead in the eyes, Seonghwa and the others let him go, giving him the clear to finally intervein. You walk up to him in a second wrapping your arms around his neck pulling him close.

"Kiss me," You whisper, pulling him into a fuzzy and warm kiss. Passion spilling from both of you. Your heart skipping, never feeling such an emotion from only being with Luke. The kiss is different, something loving. You let go of him as he lets out a small droughted breath, shocked yet elated. Your attention back to Luke, you see him walking with full force toward Yunho. You move in front of him slapping him clean in the face, nearing making him lose his footing.

"You..." He holds his right cheek, spitting onto the floor. You hear faint 'ouch' and 'oohs' from the boys behind you. Luke noticing the noise to he grunts, standing up while fixing his suit.

"You know what, I just realised I'm still needed inside." He closes the button on his suit jack before scoffing off back towards the side entrance of the hall.

"I'm going to call the police." He stops dead in his tracks looking back at you in disbelief.

"I'm going to get all my things from your house. then I never want to see or speak with you again." He doesn't respond, taking in a large breath from his sniffling nose, he walks back inside. The minute he disappears from your view. The world feels like it came crashing down, all the pain and fear that was building for years, washed away in a second. You fall to the ground as your legs gave out from under you, finally letting your emotions overwhelm you. You sob, tears falling faster than rain.

"Y/n." You're quickly comforted by all the boys, all around you, calling out 'are you okays' and other worries they had. None of them came thew, as your brain felt like it was slowly shut down. The cold of the floor and wind was soon taken away from a large bear hug, engulfing you into comfort. Yunho stroked your hair whispering soft 'shh it's okay, I've got you now.' letting you cry into his shoulder.

He was never going to let you go...

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Red

Chapter 13 of Golden Dawn

A/N: This chapter is spicy and has a lot of action!

Summary: a new mission which requires you and Crosshair to attend a ball and he gets jealous of the way everyone else is looking at you. But before that, he shows you another way his rifle can be used... 👀

Rating: Explicit

Word count: 13.8k

Warnings: S M U T, light choking, weapon kink, description of blood and injuries

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“I know why hearing you speak mando’a felt familiar,” you told Crosshair as you were making your way through the city and back to the hotel.

“Why?” he asked you and stroked your hand with his thumb while you were holding hands.

“That time I stayed over in your room and slept there after we…,” you said and blushed a little when you thought about him binding you and fucking you. His face was amused as he recalled the memory. “So before I fell asleep you were humming something quietly. I don’t remember it clearly because I was already half-asleep but now I think it was something in mando’a,” you looked up at him, waiting for his reaction.

“Maybe,” he said and the corner of his mouth twitched.

“Well?” you were still staring at him expectantly.

“Well what?”

“Don’t you want to elaborate on that? What song was it? Do you sing? How well do you speak mando’a?” You showered him with questions as you usually did, eager to get all the answers.

He seemed to think about it before answering. “For my defence, I thought you were asleep.”

“You have a nice voice,” you smiled up at him fondly. What couldn’t this man do?

He slightly shook his head. “I don’t sing.”

“But you did, I heard it.”

“You dreamed it,” he smirked and tried to get out of answering.

“I didn’t,” you laughed and persisted. “So what song was it?”

He sighed. “It was a lullaby 99 used to sing to us when we were young cadets. We were just put together in a new room and he stayed over for the first few nights to help us accommodate.”

“That is so sweet of him,” you said with a soft smile on your lips. So far every story he told you about 99 warmed your heart. “I can’t wait to meet him.”

“I said I would introduce you next time we visit Kamino.”

“Yes, thank you. Why is he on Kamino anyway? Shouldn’t he be out on the battlefield like you guys? Knowing you four I can only imagine how good of a soldier he must be.”

A shadow passed through Crosshair’s face. “He is not that kind of soldier,” he said. “We are listed as defective clones,” he scowled when he said the word clone, like it physically hurt him to think of himself as a clone, “with desirable mutations. But his mutation is not desirable, he is just defective.”

“I’m sorry,” you looked up at him. “So what’s his job?”

“Janitorial duties.”

“I see. The more you tell me about him the more I want to meet him. I hope we visit Kamino soon.”

“I don’t,” Crosshair frowned.

“Why’s that?” You asked with a confused voice. Wasn’t Kamino the closest place they considered a home?

He snorted without any glee. “To run more experiments on us? To do battle situations while we could be on the battlefield or on a mission? To be around regs?”

You ignored his last comment. “At least 99 will be there,” you tried cheering him up. “Besides, we probably won’t have to go there soon.”

He nodded and tilted his head slightly when he saw something in the distance. You followed his gaze but the only thing you could see was that you were at the part of the city where the Havoc Marauder was parked. You thought you saw the ship but it was too far away to know for sure that it really was the Marauder.

“What’s going on?” you asked Crosshair and saw that a smile was playing on his lips.

“Hunter came to collect your debt.”

“What?!” you yelled and accelerated your steps, dragging Crosshair with you. “He didn’t even show me the final sketch, I’m going to kill him,” you pursed your lips.

“I think it’s quite good,” Crosshair said and you stuck your tongue out at him.

“Your freakishly good eyesight is still a little creepy,” you said. “Also, I lost the bet because of you, you know.”

“Maybe I can convince you to still do what we planned?” he asked and you remembered your dirty little negotiation and blushed.

“I’ll have to think about it,” you pretended to not care about it and he abruptly stopped you and looked deeply into your eyes with a smug expression on his face.

“I don’t think you’ll take much convincing,” he kissed you passionately. You forgot where you were hurrying the moment his lips touched yours and got lost in the kiss and the sweet taste of his lips. You pulled his head closer and buried your fingers in his hair. You could never get enough of this man.

He chuckled lightly after letting you go and seeing your messed up expression. You wanted to run to the ship to see Hunter’s stupid painting and you also wanted to tease Crosshair about losing the bet for you but all you could think about was his lips on yours.

“You can do better than that to persuade me,” you decided to tease him and smirked. You licked your lower lips and glanced at him to see his reaction. He lifted a brow then ran his hand down your back until it was resting on your waist. His other hand disappeared in your hair and pulled on it lightly to make you look up at him before he kissed you again.

This time he didn’t hold anything back, he bit your lower lip before sliding his tongue into your mouth and kissing you passionately. His hand on your waist held you tight and he dug his fingers deep into your flesh to pull you even closer. All you could do was to get lost in him and let him overwhelm you. Your legs went weak as he kept kissing you and he had to hold you up to keep you on your feet. You placed your hand on his chest and pulled him closer by grabbing the neckline of his shirt. He growled into the kiss and went on to kiss your neck and leave a mark on it. You tilted your head to give him better access and completely forgot that you were in the middle of the city and surrounded by people.

When Crosshair looked up even he was panting and you couldn’t help feeling a little smug about it. You weren’t the only one to be so affected.

“If we weren’t in the middle of a busy parking lot I would fuck you right here,” he said while maintaining eye contact. You could feel his chest quickly rising and sinking under your palms and had to suppress a moan.

“I thought that just turned you on,” you flirted back and his eyes widened.

“Maybe it does.”

“And maybe I would let you do it,” you teased.

“Don’t tease me, you know I would do it,” he said seriously. “I would fuck you in front of a hundred strangers and murder anyone who dared to touch you. They could watch but never feel what I feel, never have you the way I do and never be able to make you scream like I do,” he continued and he brushed a lock of hair away from your stunned face.

He really meant it. His words were hypnotizing and you found yourself wanting everything he said, you wanted everyone to see that you belonged to him. You were standing there, eyes wide, mouth slightly open as you were trying to catch your breath. You quickly shook your head to snap out of it and reminded yourself that you were still in fact in a busy parking lot.

“Another time,” you said playfully and remembered where you were hurrying before Crosshair distracted you. The ship and Hunter’s painting.

You thought that if it was too bad you would sneak out one day and paint it over. Your bet was about him painting it and not it staying there, right?

You started walking toward the ship again and now could make Hunter and the other two out. Hunter climbed up on the ship to paint and looked up with a grin on his face when he saw you.

“What do you say?” he asked and lifted his eyebrows.

You narrowed your eyes. It was luckily not a huge painting, that was a good start. Hunter painted you leaning toward a wall and lifting a blaster. You were wearing your usual black mission outfit but he gave it a few more tears to make it more revealing. It was not as bad as you built it up in your head.

“It is…,” you tilted your head, “acceptable.” You did lose the bet so he had every right to paint it. He wasn’t as evil as you thought he would be and you were grateful for that. You were not sure if it was sheer kindness toward you or the wariness of Crosshair’s reaction if he had done something worse.

Hunter grinned and jumped off the ship just to land effortlessly next to you. Tech started talking to him about how the painting should be taken care of to preserve its quality.

“I still kinda wish he went with this, I think it fits our aesthetic better,” Wrecker lifted Hunter’s datapad and you took a look at it and gasped. It was an almost totally naked drawing of you where your nipples were covered by a ridiculous bra and you were barely wearing anything to cover your bottom.

“For fuck’s sake,” Crosshair ripped the datapad out of Wrecker’s hand with lightning speed. “I warned you not to do this,” he lifted his gaze up at Hunter.

“You were not supposed to see that,” Hunter looked at Wrecker grumpily.

“You won’t see it again,” Crosshair said and deleted the pic. But you saw that he had sent it over to himself before he did that. “And now,” he cracked his knuckles and stepped forward to push Hunter. “I did warn you,” he said as Hunter stood his ground.

“Guys,” you quickly stepped between them. They were a little more than teasing each other but you didn’t feel like stitching them up after a fight so you intervened.

“You deleted the pic so we’re fair now,” you patted Crosshair’s chest. “And you’re a dick,” you grimaced at Hunter who just grinned.

“I was just innocently practising my drawing.”

“Just not with me,” you said and had to push Crosshair a little back as he wanted to start it again after Hunter spoke. “Where did you learn to draw like this anyway?”

“They were monitoring our datapads on Kamino, I had to get creative,” he smirked and you rolled your eyes.

“Yeah, so disgusting,” Wrecker said and Hunter snorted.

“It’s not like you didn’t ask for special custom pieces.”

You laughed at that and even Crosshair relaxed a little.

“I suggest that you all come inside now, there’s a call we need to take,” you heard Tech’s voice coming from the ship and his tone told you that it was something serious.

You all got on the ship and walked in the cockpit to see a hologram waiting for you.

“Captain Tarkin!” Hunter nodded at the stern looking man. All playfulness was gone from his face and he was ready to hear what the captain had to say.

You stepped closer to Crosshair and he held your hand a little tighter. You have only heard about this man so far and even through the holovid he had a strong aura of authority around him. He looked like he would only let you fail one time.

“Clone force 99,” Tarkin started talking. “I have a rather delicate mission for you and I require you to start working on it immediately.”

You shivered at the coldness of his voice but Hunter only gave a small nod.

“Tomorrow evening there will be a reception on the planet Corellia. A politician called Clarence Hart will be attending it and you are going to report everything he’s doing and everyone he’s talking to. We suspect that he’s secretly allying with the separatists and will be attending a meeting regarding that on the night of the reception. If he does or he gives any sign that he even considered betraying the Republic, bring him in,” his tone was so cold that for Hart’s sake you hoped he was not the traitor Tarkin thought he was.

“Understood, Captain,” Hunter nodded with a serious face.

Tarkin eyed him for a second then without even glancing at anyone else he cut off the call.

“Isn’t he a sweetheart?” you asked dryly and Wrecker burst out laughing.

“He do be having that stick up his ass,” he said and threw himself in one of the seats.

“He’s an efficient captain,” Hunter noted but his voice suggested that he wasn’t exactly fond of the man.

“Yeah, he’s a dick,” Crosshair said and pulled you into his arms.

“You’re one to talk,” Wrecker sent him a grin and Crosshair rolled his eyes.

“I already found the details of the reception,” Tech looked up from his datapad and joined in the conversation.

“Fancy,” you looked over his shoulder and saw the grandiose building it was set to be in.

“Tell me more about what we know,” Hunter sat down next to him.

“There will be a few hundred guests, all high ranking politicians or other public figures. The security level is going to be...,” Tech tapped his datapad a few times and tilted his head. “Rather high. Two guards stationed at every entrance, several patrolling on the roof.”

“What are they expecting, the chancellor?” Wrecker snorted.

“I’ll have to study the layout of the building and gather knowledge of Clarence Hart before we can form a plan,” Tech said.

“Alright, tell me when that big plan of yours is ready,” Wrecker got up and looked for Gonky.

While they were talking Crosshair’s hands had started to wander on you and it got more and more diffcult to pretend that you weren’t losing your fucking mind under his touch.

Hunter sent you a knowing look and stood up. “I’ll go get our stuff from the hotel,” he said and you let out a sigh that he didn’t embarrass you this time.

“I don’t wanna hear what these two are about to do,” he added and you took back your previous thought.

“Respectfully, go fuck yourself!!” you shouted after him as he got off the ship.

“No, I don’t think I’ll be the one fucked,” he winked and left you speechless. You were still trying to find the best comeback when he was long gone and Crosshair nudged you.

“Don’t take him seriously, sunshine.”

You pursed your lips but let him lead you out of the cockpit, leaving the blushing Tech alone. He also heard Hunter’s comment.

You followed Crosshair back into his spotless room. Everything was neatly folded and in its place.

“I see why Tech likes you, I think your room is the cleanest,” you said with a smile on your face.

A slightly sinister look appeared on Crosshair’s face as he looked at his admirable rifle collection in the corner. You followed his gaze and walked over to the corner to examine the rifles. You picked one particularly long one up and inspected it.

“I clean those frequently too,” Crosshair said in a low voice and took a step forward. Your throat tightened and you gulped. He couldn’t mean what you were thinking. You suddenly felt very hot and you didn’t dare lifting your face so you kept looking at the rifle and its barrel. It was the perfect size.

“I can see that,” you said in a weak voice as he took another step toward you. He was coming closer to you like a hunter approaching his prey but you didn’t feel like a prey. You wanted to get caught.

You collected yourself and looked up into his face. He was inspecting you, your every little gesture and he was waiting. Your palms started to sweat as the rifle felt hotter in your hands.

“You don’t mean...?” You stroked the barrel in your hand and his pupils visibly dilated and his lips parted as he drew in a sharp breath.

He took it out of your hand and pushed you up against the wall. You were pressed against him, his body surrounding you and you looked up at him and licked your mouth. He lifted the rifle and gently stroked your face, neck and cleavage with the tip of it.

You shivered where the cold metal touched your skin and you threw your head back. It was exhilarating, dangerous and it was wrong. The rifle belonged to the battlefield to fight droids but universe, was the thought of it against your naked body pleasurable.

“I do mean,” Crosshair whispered into your ear and you got goosebumps all over your body. He drove the rifle down your body and pressed it against your thighs. You gasped and reached for his shoulder to lean on.

“Oh,” you said as he slowly slid the barrel between your thighs. You could feel his hot breath against the sensitive skin behind your ear. His body brushed against yours harder and you could feel that the mere thought of pleasuring you with his custom rifle got him hard.

You rubbed yourself against his hard length, feeling the friction your clothes provided and he nearly choked and dug his fingers deeper in your flesh.

“What do you say?” He asked you in a raspy voice and you closed your eyes.

“I want to try it out,” you said and you could feel his body tense like he didn’t anticipate you saying yes.

“You sure?” he asked but he pressed the barrel harder between your thighs making you moan.

“I am,” you breathed and he lifted the rifle up and stroked your face with the end of it.

“What a good girl,” he said. “You want me to fuck you with my rifle?” His grip on the weapon tightened.

You knew that you were already wet and you couldn’t take your eyes off the rifle. How would it feel? Cold?

You nodded and he smirked maliciously. “No, sunshine, I want to hear you say it,” he said and pressed you harder up against the wall. “Say it,” he ordered you.

You bit your lower lip hard before answering obediently. “I want you to fuck me with your rifle, Crosshair.”

He closed his eyes when you answered and when he opened them you could see the familiar dark glow in them. He was ready to tease you and make you beg for it. Your lower parts clenched in anticipation.

“I’m not planning on being gentle this time,” he said and you thought back at how sweetly he made love to you earlier in the lake. This was completely different and you could see it in his eyes that he really meant it.

“Then don’t be,” you answered and a smirk appeared on your lips. “Fuck me with your rifle however rough you want to,” you glanced at him seductively and tried making him speed things up. Your pussy was already throbbing and you just wanted to feel something between your legs.

“Oh, I will,” he purred and stroked your lips with the barrel. “Suck,” he told you and your eyes widened for a moment but you opened your mouth obediently and your lips closed around the cold metal. You circled around it with your tongue before taking it deeper in your mouth. You tried getting used to its straight line, metal taste and its hardness.

Crosshair watched you without blinking and he was breathing heavily, his erection still pressed against your thigh.

You were achingly aware that both of you were still fully clothed and you longed to feel his naked body against yours.

You released the metal with an audible pop and looked at him beggingly. “Please, just do it,” you begged and reached down to stroke his erection through the fabric of his trousers. He inhaled sharply but otherwise didn’t show impatience.

“You can take your clothes off when I say that you can,” he told you and you pursed your lips. He smirked at your expression. “I can tease you longer if you don’t do as I say,” he said and you knew that he would love to edge you for hours and you just didn’t have the self-control for that.

“Yes, commander,” you answered and looked up at him from under your lashes. “I was just thinking how easily it would slip into my soaking wet cunt,” you said and watched him suffer. He wanted to tease you but he wanted to fuck you more.

He put the rifle down, deliberately in a way that it would still touch you. He drew a small vibroblade from somewhere and brushed his lips against yours. “I hope you aren’t particularly fond of these clothes,” he whispered against your lips and cut through every piece of clothing you were wearing with one clean cut.

You gasped as he pushed the ripped fabric pieces off you and he lifted the blade to stroke your hard nipples. You moaned and an evil grin appeared on his soft lips as he watched the hilt circle around your nipple.

“Another time,” he whispered and put the blade away and reached for the rifle again.

“Come,” he supported your back and helped you walk to the bed. You could barely feel your legs and he kissed you once more before pushing you down the bed. You sat on the edge of it, your legs still on the ground. He was standing and looking down at you and you looked up at him with an innocent smile and opened your legs to show him your throbbing pussy.

He inhaled deeply and quickly disconnected the barrel from the rifle. He kneeled in front of you and leaned closer to your cunt but he didn’t yet bury his face in it. He inhaled the scent deeply and closed his eyes. You moved your hips a little, desperately wanting to feel him but he just smirked at you, enjoying your struggle.

“Open them a little more for me,” he asked you and spread your knees further away from each other. He placed his hand on your shoulder and gently pushed you back so you were leaning on your elbows while waiting to see what he wanted you to do.

Then he smirked at you and placed the barrel between your knees. You raised an eyebrow and tried holding the barrel between your legs. It was a little hard with its length and of course you being naked and turned on.

Crosshair lowered himself so he could crawl with his head between your legs without you dropping the barrel.

You felt completely exposed and holding the metal between your legs required focus you didn’t exactly have at the moment. You could feel his breath on your cunt and let out a moan.

“Don’t drop it, sunshine,” he whispered and blew some air at your pussy and you winced at the sudden sensation. You were practically soaking wet and he has still not touched you.

He finally had mercy on you and buried his tongue in you deeply, savouring you and making you moan loudly with every lick.

He was eating you out with more ferocity than usual. You threw your head back and let out a loud moan when he started sucking on your clit. He even slid one then two fingers into your soaking wet cunt and started fingering you.

You couldn’t concentrate anymore as your orgasm was building and accidentally let your attention slip for a second and the barrel fell down. He immediately stopped, just when you were on the edge of coming and you moaned loudly.

“Noo, please, Crosshair, please,” you begged him and he just shook his head.

“Told you not to drop it,” he said and licked his wet lips. You lifted your hips again and did everything you could to make him fuck you, with his rifle or just his hard cock, it didn’t matter anymore, you just wanted to get railed.

“Please, I’ll do everything, just fuck me,” you begged him and he smiled, enjoying every word.

“I know you will, sunshine,” he smirked and reached for the barrel. He put it back together with the rifle and stroked it. He gently placed the weapon in your lap, careful not to touch you with his bare skin and you could only feel the cold metal against your burning skin.

Then he proceeded to strip down every single piece of clothing he had on so slowly that you wanted to scream.

“Don’t move,” he told you when you moved your hips a little.

He was standing naked in the middle of the room while you were sitting on his bed, leaning back with his fucking rifle in your lap.

He stared at you and drove his fingers down on his muscular body to touch himself. “So beautiful,” he didn’t take his eyes off you but he started to stroke his hard cock and you gulped audibly.

“Now,” he took a step closer to you and lifted the rifle, “I will fuck you with this,” he looked down at the weapon in his hands. “If you don’t like it or want me to stop just tell me,” he said with a serious face and you nodded.

“Say it.”

“I will tell you if I want you to stop,” you repeated and it seemed to relax him.

“Alright,” the smirk returned to his face. “Where were we? Yes,” he brushed the tip of the rifle against your lips. “Suck on it.”

And you did, you sucked the metal just as if it was his cock and glanced up at him to see his reaction. He was holding the rifle steadily in one hand and stroking himself with the other.

He took it out of your mouth and told you to lean back. You did and all you could see was the ceiling of his room. You grasped his sheets as you felt the tip of the rifle touch your cunt. It was nice and wet after you warmed it up.

You lifted yourself a little to see him and he looked into your eyes as he slid the weapon in your pussy. You moaned at the sensation and he let you get used to the feeling before starting to move it in and out. You shut your eyes and enjoyed the strange fullness it provided.

“Talk to me,” he asked you in a husky voice.

“I uhh,” you moaned, not being able to form coherent words. He seemed to be satisfied with you moaning his name so you stuck with that one, it was the only thing you could remember as he was fucking you with his rifle.

He increased the pace and it was almost painful but the good kind. He started to circle your clitoris with his other hand and soon he leaned closer to suck hard on it while he thrusted the metal in you.

As his hot lips touched you and sucked on your clit you let out a whimper that was a little louder than you wanted it to be but it felt so fucking good. This time he let you have the orgasm that had built up in you so hard that it almost shattered you. You were a babbling mess by the time it ended and you saw your favourite mischievous Crosshair smile on his wet lips when you opened your eyes.

He didn’t stop fucking you with the rifle but his hand went back to pumping his cock and you could tell that he was close, he was panting heavily and couldn’t focus anymore. He let the barrel go while it was still buried deep inside you and positioned himself above your stomach.

You told him how good he looked and how much you loved getting fucked by his rifle as he pumped his cock and then came all over your stomach in hot pulses. You were practically dripping with his cum, he has never come this hard and this much before.

After he came he fell down on the bed next to you and was trying to catch his breath.

“Are you okay?” he turned over to you immediately and drove his hand down your body and gently pulled the barrel out of you. You moaned when he did it and nodded.

You didn’t dare to move because you have already made a mess, both your bodies were covered in sweat and you additionally covered in his cum. Your heart was still racing and you were yet to regain your ability to speak.

“You took it so well, sunshine,” Crosshair stroked your face and you enjoyed his tender touch. “You look fucking good covered in my cum.”

You let out a faint whimper and he chuckled softly. “So fucking good,” he was eating you up with his eyes and he just couldn’t get enough of you. His rifle was laying next to you and you saw his eyes flicker to it then back to you.

You were still exhausted and dazed but you smiled up at him and stroked his face. He drew in a breath when you touched his cheek and you drove your fingers down his body.

He bent down to kiss you and you could feel that he was getting hard again. You smiled into the kiss.

“Is that okay...?” He asked you while stroking your breasts with one hand and holding onto the part of the rifle he fucked you with with the other hand.

You were still laying on your back and opened your legs to welcome him again and he climbed over you and entered you. He didn’t care that your stomach was already covered in his cum, he pulled you closer and buried his cock deep inside your swollen pussy. You were still so incredibly wet that he just slid in and the position let him reach that sweet sweet spot. You interlaced your hands around his neck as he thrusted into you, going deeper with each thrust.

Your thoughts were an incoherent mess and you were overwhelmed in the best way possible. He kept his pace up and buried his face in your shoulder.

“So fucking good for me,” he emphasized each word with a thrust. He hugged you tight to him and buried his cock deep inside you. He stayed there and started leaving wet kisses on your neck. He pinned your hands together above your head with one hand and leaned on the other as he was thrusting into you at a steady pace. You soon started to feel another orgasm build in you and he saw it, he saw the familiar signs and smirked as he kept up his pace.

“Perfect girl,” he whispered and smiled against the skin on your neck and you came. You felt tears flowing from your face but he kissed them away as you shattered into a thousand pieces around him. He couldn’t take it long this time either and soon followed you, coming inside you and filling you up with his warm cum.

“Fucking hell,” he whispered after he rolled down off you and reached to his nightstand to pop a new tootpick into his mouth. If you had the energy you would have laughed but you only managed to let out a breath.

“I fucking love how spent you are,” he said while breathing hard himself too. “Taking my cock so well,” he purred into your ears and you just closed your eyes and listened to the sweet praises he whispered into your ears in his beautiful voice.

“I have never been fucked like this,” you said after you collected yourself a little. His answer was a smug smile.

He got out of the bed and helped you out too. You were still incredibly messy and he quickly got out a fresh shirt and handed it to you. He put on a pair of shorts and you left the room to walk over to the fresher.

You caught a glimpse of a very red faced Tech disappearing behind his door and you blushed at the thought of how much he could have heard. He did tell you that the rooms were fairly soundproof. Fairly.

In the shower you relied on Crosshair and he couldn’t wipe the smug expression off his face. He was smirking every single time he looked at you, which was pretty much always.

He massaged soap on your body and let the hot water clean the both of you. He quickly and efficiently rinsed himself but spent a long time covering every inch of your body in soap until you were covered in bubbles which he rinsed off gently.

You were so drained that you would have let him do absolutely anything to you but you were glad he chose to take care of you after nearly destroying you. After he dried you with a fluffy towel he handed you another one of his shirts, a simple white one and you put it on. It was a little see-through and you were sure he knew it would be. He only put on boxers before you went back to his room.

He started to take off the sheets without a word and you just stood next to his bed, too embarrassed to talk. He looked up at you and tilted his head. You lowered your eyes and he stopped what he was doing and stepped closer to you. He reached out for your face and gently lifted it to make you look into his eyes.

“What’s wrong?” he asked you with a seemingly unreadable face but you saw genuine concern in his eyes. You got lost in them and he had to softly nudge you to get your attention back to what he had asked. He furrowed his brows. “Was I too..?” He asked you and now you could hear the worry in his voice.

You smiled and put your hand on his as he was still caressing your face. “No, I’m just feeling embarrassed about the mess,” you lowered your voice and you could visibly see his relief. He exhaled loudly and smiled.

“Don’t be,” he told you lightly and placed a quick kiss on the top of your head, “besides I made most of it,” he smirked and you blushed again.

“Would you bring another?” He lifted the sheets and walked toward the door to put it in the laundry you would definitely do before anyone had the idea. You weren’t afraid that anyone would get to it faster than you.

You walked out to the dark common room, there was only light coming in from the corridor and you didn’t bother switching the lamp on. You opened the cabinet you thought the sheets were in but you only found the towels.

“Looking for something?” came the voice from behind you and you nearly had a heart attack. Hunter was sitting in one of the seats where you didn’t see him earlier.

You put your hand on your racing heart. “You scared the living shit out of me.”

“Sorry,” he said and shrugged. “I don’t really need the lamps, you know. You will get used to it, the others did. Although they took their time,” he grinned and you just knew that he pulled many pranks on them.

“Not Crosshair though, I assume,” you thought of how good his eyesight was.

Hunter sighed as if it was the biggest misfortune that has ever happened to him. “Yeah, his eyesight is freakishly good for that.”

“I know right, it’s creepy sometimes how good it is,” you agreed with him. “I didn’t realise you came back,” you added and opened another cabinet but still couldn’t find the sheets.

“I was gone for a long time,” he said and raised a brow.

You blushed and quickly turned your face away from him to hide it. You must have lost track of time.

“Tech reorganized everything,” Hunter told you, “they are in the cupboard above your head.”

“Thanks.” If you wanted to reach it, you would have had to stand on your tiptoes and you became painfully aware that you were only wearing Crosshair’s shirt and nothing else. You looked up at the cupboard helplessly and Hunter decided to take pity on you and got up to give you the damn sheets.

Your face was red when he handed them to you and you couldn’t look him in the eye. He enjoyed making you suffer and sent you a crooked smile.

“That lucky bastard is going to live his best fucking life from now on, isn’t he?” he asked and you blushed even more.

“He is,” Crosshair appeared in the corridor, you must have taken too long. He held his hand out to you and you quickly took it and smiled at him.

“Ugh, this,” Hunter motioned at the two of you, “is going to be dreadful for me, isn’t it? Just keep it down,” he sighed and walked into Tech’s room.

“Tech, about those earplugs..” you heard him say before the door closed.

You and Crosshair started to walk back to his room but you stopped before yours and told him to go ahead because you wanted to grab something and use the fresher.

By the time you entered his room again he had already put on the fresh sheets and was lying on his bed in a boxer. You had to stop for a moment to admire his beauty. The light coming from his nightstand reflected from his perfect skin and toned body and left one side of his face in the shadows. His hair was unruly and you wanted to run your fingers through it.

You climbed into the bed next to him.

“Whatcha got there?” he asked and looked down at your hands where you were holding the tooka doll Wrecker gave you.

“I got it from Wrecker,” you hugged the doll to your chest. “I think it was after our first bigger fight. He came over later to cheer me up.”

Crosshair listened to you carefully but you couldn’t read his face. “He made one for us too,” he said eventually and your eyes widened in surprise.

“Really? You all have one? Where’s yours?”

“It’s in the cupboard,” he pointed at one of them.

“Why don’t you sleep with it?” You asked him but he just shrugged. “Can I see it?” He nodded and you got up and opened the cupboard to find a Lula similar to yours but visibly older and used.

“You did sleep with it!” You smiled and Crosshair rolled his eyes but didn’t deny it. The doll was black and red and had his tattoo around its eye. It was so sweet and you could see younger Crosshair hugging it tight to him to sleep.

You brought it back to the bed with you and handed it to him. He accepted and loosely threw his arm over it. You snuggled back next to him and hugged your Lula.

“Do Tech and Hunter have one too?”

“Yes.”

“Do they resemble them too?”

“Yes.”

You grinned. “That’s so cute.” He made a face but didn’t say anything. “How could Wrecker make them? It’s not like they have arts and crafts shops on Kamino, I presume.”

“99 gave him the material,” he answered eventually.

“He was so good to you,” you smiled. What a sweet man.

“He was,” a small smile finally appeared on his lips as he remembered back.

His arms held you close to his body and he threw the blanket over the two of you. Your eyes felt heavy as he kept stroking your back.

“Tell me something,” you whispered to him because you wanted to hear his voice as you fell asleep. He remained silent for a few seconds but then started telling you about 99 and their days as cadets in a low voice and you fell asleep with a faint smile on your face.

You weren’t even surprised to wake up to being squeezed to death by Crosshair. He was all over you, resting his head on your chest and clinging to you like he was afraid you would run away otherwise.

You opened your eyes and despite the numbness in your limbs you didn’t move and enjoyed being up before him. His mouth was slightly open and he was breathing deeply and steadily. You wanted to kiss the tattoo around his eye and run your fingers through his hair but you settled to just watching him.

You had been up for only a few minutes when he woke up and lifted his face from your chest and blinked a few times, trying to take the position in which he found himself in. He quickly sat up and rubbed his eyes.

You stretched and yawned. “Morning,” you smiled at him.

“Did you wake up before me?” he asked in a raspy voice.

“I did,” you had to restrain a smirk seeing him purse his lips.

“I don’t know how,” he asked mostly himself and shook his head.

“I corrupted you with my sleepiness,” you laughed and he smirked then got up to put on some clothes.

“Why can’t we stay in bed a little longer?” you complained and pulled the blanket back over you.

“Because we have a mission today and need a plan” he said as he pulled up his pants.

“I don’t want to,” you hid under the blanket.

“What do you want to do?”

“You,” you answered from under your blanket.

He climbed back on the bed and under the blanket. He opened your legs and bit your inner thigh, making you moan out loud. You opened your legs even more to give him better access but he stopped.

“We have to prepare for the mission,” he said in a playful voice and climbed out of the bed. “If you’ll be a good girl, you might get rewarded.”

This has awakened your curiosity and you peaked out of the blanket.

“What do you mean?”

He smirked and tilted his head. “Be a good girl and you’ll know.”

You pursed your lips but the offer was too charming and you got out of bed and walked to the door to go back to your room for clothes. You were halfway out when you turned back to him.

“You better fuck be numb later,” you said and watched his eyebrows rise and lips twitch then you turned around to walk out of the door. At least you tried but you basically ran into Tech and after he caught you and put you back on your legs you saw just how red his face got. He must have heard.

You covered your mouth with your fingers but it was too late to take back what had just escaped your mouth.

Tech mumbled an apology and didn’t dare to look you in the eyes before disappearing in his room. You held your head and turned back to Crosshair in disbelief.

“You saw him, right?”

His smirk was telling and you made a face at him before going back to your room.

Later you all gathered in the cockpit to talk the plan through.

“So what do we know about this lovey-dovey dude?” Wrecker asked while lifting Gonky who was trying to walk in the air with his cute little legs.

“Lovey-dovey?” you looked at him, not without concern.

“Heart,” he said, not understanding what you didn’t get.

“It’s Hart not heart, the organ you idiot,” Tech rolled his eyes while Wrecker was frowning.

“It sounds the same,” Wrecker shrugged.

“No, it doesn’t,” Tech protested but luckily Hunter had enough of them and interrupted.

“Enough of…,” he motioned at the two of them with a tired face, “this.”

“He started it, I was just…,” Tech started defending himself but Hunter waved.

“I don’t care,” he said dismissively, the topic already closed for him.

You and Crosshair were just watching them silently with a mug of caf in your hands that Crosshair made. You took a sip and shared a look with him.

“So Tech, tell me what you found out about Hart,” Hunter looked back at Tech who pulled out his datapad and showed a few pictures of the man.

He was middle-aged with graying dark hair and without any sort of significance to his look. He looked like any other middle-aged human man would look like, which made him the perfect candidate to pull off a double life as a spy. His face easily blended into any crowd and looked generic enough that most people would forget about him quickly.

“He was born on Coruscant into a wealthy family, worked his way up through the family connections and is now one of the wealthiest people on the planet. He only recently got into politics but gained a lot of support quickly after donating a lot of money to various charities. He is unmarried and seems to spend all his time working. He has not been photographed a lot lately which is unusual for him as he was a frequent visitor of various social and political events his whole life.”

“He might be hiding something,” Hunter said what everyone was thinking out loud.

“Maybe he just got a new girl,” Wrecker shrugged and the answer was a silent glare from everyone. “What? Alright, or a man, sorry,” he waved and leaned back in his seat.

“That’s not what we meant…” you shook your head and suppressed a laugh. If Hart was suspicious enough to awaken even Tarkin’s curiosity then it had to be more than a new girl. Or man.

“And about the reception?” Hunter turned back to Tech.

“It’s going to be fancy enough that we can’t all blend in,” Tech’s eyes lingered on Hunter’s face tattoo and Wrecker’s huge arms. “They are expecting politicians and their plus ones, not soldiers.”

“Then we are going to split up,” Hunter started to form the plan. “Two of us are going in to keep an eye on Hart and place an eavesdropping device on him so the others can analyze everything he’s saying as soon as the words left his mouth. We also need to monitor the buildings around the reception and everyone else who is attending to rule out them being separatists in disguise. Tech, how hard would it be to create an alias and sneak into the reception?” Hunter looked back at Tech.

“Very hard, indeed,” he answered. “Not for me, though. I can do it.”

Hunter just nodded. “That means if Hart has any business to do he will have to leave the building.”

“I’m starting to get bored here, someone just tell me where to go and what to shoot at,” Wrecker yawned.

“Not everything can be solved with blasting, Wreck,” you sent him a half-smile.

“You clearly haven’t been doing it right then,” Crosshair placed a kiss on the top of your head.

“Yeah, I mean she’s right, shooting is not the best option, not when you can stab. Way more elegant,” Hunter pulled out his vibroblade and you shook your head.

“Too close,” Crosshair muttered under his breath and Hunter lifted his gaze up at him.

“It’s not when you aren’t afraid of the risk,” he mocked Crosshair who let your waist go and took a step toward Hunter.

“Say that again,” he took the toothpick in his mouth between his fingers and pointed at Hunter.

“Guys,” you stepped between them and lowered Crosshair’s hand and placed it back on your waist. He quickly forgot about Hunter’s comment and pulled you closer.

“I’m dying here,” Wrecker complained again.

“Pull yourself together,” Tech stood up and raised his voice a little. “This is a delicate mission and we need a plan.”

“Alright,” Hunter nodded and glanced at you. “We send the two lovebirds in there, they are so disgustingly sweet together that no one will bat an eye. Us three will stay outside, Tech will monitor Hart’s conversations while me and Wrecker will keep an eye on everyone who enters the building and also the building next door. If anything suspicious happens or we have gathered undeniable proof of Hart’s betrayal we grab him and get out of there without making a scene, understood?”

“Ahh, I can’t make a scene?” Wrecker pouted. “What am I blasting then?”

“Hopefully no one,” you smiled then looked up at Crosshair. “Looks like we’re going to a party. Finally I have a place to wear my red dress to.”

“Can’t wait to see you in it, sunshine,” he whispered into your ear with a hint of promise in his voice that made your lower parts clench in anticipation.

Hunter raised an eyebrow but for once ignored you. “Alright, everyone knows what they are doing?”

“I have one question,” you raised a hand, “how the hell are we supposed to bring any weapons inside the ball? I suppose we want to stun Hart if there’s proof he’s the traitor our lovely Captain Tarkin thinks him to be.”

Wrecker snorted at your pet name for Tarkin.

“I was thinking…,” Tech started speaking but blushed a little and continued, “that you can smuggle one or two blasters in under your dress.”

“Under my what, Tech?!”

Hunter and Wrecker laughed out loudly. “Don’t be such a prude, I know what you two been doing all this time, we all know you aren’t,” Hunter winked at you and you showed him your middle finger.

“Alright, I’ll take one for the team,” you sighed.

“That’s my girl,” Crosshair kissed your shoulder.

“This is honestly not much of an elaborate plan,” you looked at your sergeant who just shrugged.

“We don’t need one, we’ll just adapt to the situation.” Fair enough.

“Besides, a lot of it depends on Hart,” Tech added. He was right too.

“Crosshair, do you still have that suit we used for that mission on Lothal?” Hunter looked at Crosshair.

He nodded and you raised your eyebrows. The fact that you would see him all dressed up hasn’t reached you yet.

“You’re gonna be so handsome,” you smiled playfully at him and he made a face.

“I’d prefer my armor.”

You winked at him and then left to get ready. You have never been in a ball like this but you assumed that the other women would look spectacular. They probably spent the whole day getting ready. You only had a few hours but you made it count.

You knocked before you walked into Crosshair’s room. He was standing in front of the mirror in a simple but elegant black suit and was tying his tie with his long, delicate fingers. He looked at you from the mirror and froze mid-movement.

He slowly turned around and looked you up and down. Then again. A smile was playing on your lips as you waited for him to move or say something but he didn’t. He was just staring at you, at your red dress that fit your body perfectly and complimented your skin. Your hair was styled and your makeup was subtle. Your dress was vibrant enough.

He let go of his half tied tie and took a step closer to you. He cupped your face and looked deeply into your eyes.

“You look…,” he started to say in a raspy voice but his voice died off. He couldn’t find the words. You smiled again and lifted your hand to run your fingers through his hair. He didn’t need to say it, it was written all over his face. You pulled his head down and kissed him instead.

You already knew how he felt, that afternoon with him at the lake meant everything for you. You knew how hard it was for him to put his emotions into words and you appreciated it dearly. There you needed to hear them, you had to know that he felt the same way.

This time you didn’t need words, you only needed him, his soft lips on yours. He kissed back strongly, trying to show you how he felt and you were gasping for air by the time he let you go. He quickly finished tying his tie while you collected yourself and then you walked out to the common room.

“Fancy,” Wrecker greeted the two of you. He was wearing his armor and you saw Crosshair’s jealous look at him as he shifted uncomfortably in his suit. “Prettier than a picture,” Wrecker placed a kiss on your hand and you giggled and tried to ignore Crosshair’s death glare. Wrecker let your hand go and turned to him. “And you look like you’re going to a funeral.”

“I like to be prepared,” he murmured and put a toothpick in his mouth.

“Wow,” Hunter walked into the common room with Tech, whose mouth fell open.

“Will this dress do it for your plan, Tech?” You asked him and twirled around. He followed your movement with his eyes and Hunter closed his mouth.

“It will do,” he coughed and looked away.

“If I saw this dress earlier I would have painted you in it on the ship,” Hunter complimented you.

“As long as I’m wearing a dress,” you laughed and turned to Crosshair. “Should we cover up your tattoo?”

“Do you want to strip me of everything I am?” he asked sourly but you only stroked his face and went back to grab your makeup.

“Stay still and close your eye,” you told him as you were applying concealer on his face.

“I don’t like this,” he complained.

“But you’ll look so pretty,” Hunter teased him and Crosshair sent him a death glare with his left eye.

“It’s just to cover up your tattoo,” you told him and leaned closer. You could hear his breath accelerating and Hunter lightly chuckling in the background.

Tech came closer and concentrated on looking just in your eyes while he was talking to you. He tried so hard he barely blinked and you had to restrain your smile and actually focus on what he was saying about your and Crosshair’s aliases for the evening.

“You are going to be Roskir and Brareg Linway, they live across the galaxy and are insanely wealthy and powerful but never attend meetings or receptions personally. It won’t be a problem for you to pretend to be them. Just don’t talk about business.”

“Brareg?” Crosshair asked disgustedly. “It has the word reg in it.”

You sighed to show how irritated you were with his complaining.

“It suits you,” Hunter snickered and Wrecker laughed too.

“It’s just for the night, we’ll survive,” you told him and finished covering up his tattoo. “We’re done.”

He opened his right eye and looked at the mirror you held up in front of him. He scowled. It was weird for you too to see him without his tattoo but his face was still just as handsome as ever.

“You’ll have to leave soon if you don’t want to be late,” Tech told you.

“I don’t know, Roskir strikes me as a person who likes grand entries,” you grinned. You almost forgot about the fact that this was all for a mission and not just a fun night where you got to dress up and go to a ball with Crosshair. You were fairly certain he would never attend one in any other situation.

“Well, Brareg definitely sounds like he carries a pocket watch and arrives an hour early,” Wrecker grinned and you laughed with him.

“I don’t know how the old Brareg pulled a young and beautiful girl like Roskir,” Hunter continued.

“He is incredibly wealthy,” Tech added with a smirk playing on his lips.

“That’s enough,” Crosshair got up but you saw the faint smile on his lips and he reached for two small blasters that he handed you.

You lifted your dress and started to attach the weapons to the suspender belts around your thighs. None of them could hide watching you doing so but Crosshair quickly stepped in front of you to block the others’ view.

“If you were gawking any harder your eyeballs would fall out,” he told them in a mocking tone.

“Hey, I was just collecting inspiration for my next drawing,” Hunter grinned. “Would you deny an aspiring artist from that?”

“Without a second thought.”

Hunter pouted and Crosshair looked at him in a way that you thought it was time to go.

“Alright, I’m done,” you stood up and smoothed out your dress. “We can go now, Brareg,” you grinned at Crosshair’s grimace. He didn’t have that smooth catlike walking in this suit that he did in his armor but his confidence was enough to make up for that.

Tech landed the ship close to a taxi service where you and Crosshair rented an expensive ship to make your arrival more convincing. You entered without running into any problems, the guards checking your invitation and identities were too busy staring at you. They wanted to search you for weapons but you flirted with them to get out of it.

“That surely won’t be necessary, boys. I’m not a bad girl who would just lift her skirt to anyone,” you winked at them and they blushed enough to let it slide just this time.

You had to pull on Crosshair’s arm to make him follow you, he was close to punching both of them out for the rest of the evening.

You walked up the marble stairs and you had to control your amazed expression as you walked into the ballroom. It was everything you dreamed about as a little girl, huge crystal chandeliers sparkling like diamonds and the floor was so polished you were worried you’d slip on it. You tried to take everything in but it was just so spacious. There were long tables in the further side of the room with fine tableware waiting for guests to arrive and start eating. The other side of the hall was for dancing and there were already couples twirling on the dancefloor to the music the live orchestra was playing.

There were guests from all over the galaxy and you could see togrutas, twi’leks and even a few muuns talking quietly in the corner. Crosshair lifted your face and pretended to talk to you while he reported back to the guys.

“We are in, Hart is here, I have a visual.”

You snapped out of daydreaming and realised that you let yourself be that little girl who dreamed of attending a ball with her prince. You weren’t that girl anymore and you had a mission here. But your prince was still with you, you smiled at Crosshair as he stayed leaning close to you even after his report.

You bit your lower lip and he placed his arms on your waist. He stole a quick kiss before offering his hand for you and walking into the crowd.

You felt dizzy from the kiss and ached for more. You couldn’t concentrate on the mission, not when Crosshair’s hand never left your side and he was looking at you with those hungry gray eyes.

He leaned closer to you and whispered into your ears. “I don’t care how many people are here, I will fuck you at the first chance I get.”

Your lower parts clenched in anticipation and you rubbed your thighs together, knowing that you were already wet for him.

“I believe we haven’t been introduced yet,” a middle aged man appeared next to you with a glass of champagne in his hands. “I’m Baid Lavi,” he stole your hand to place a kiss on it.

“Brareg Linway,” Crosshair swatted his hand away rudely, “and this is my wife, Roskir,” he emphasized the word wife and you had to restrain a smile.

“Mr. Linway?” poor Baid’s eyes widened and he immediately took a step back. “I’m sorry for bothering you, please enjoy your night,” he bowed and quickly melted into the crowd.

You turned to Crosshair. “I don’t know if it was for Linway’s reputation or your charming demeanor but he was positively frightened.”

“Good,” he said and held your hand a little tighter.

“He might have been a high ranking official, Brareg shouldn’t burn down his good relations.”

“I don’t give a fuck about him, I won’t let anyone lay a finger on my girl,” he said with a serious face. Your heart stuttered hearing his words. He called you his girl. This little endearment meant so much to you.

You have reached the edge of the dance floor and you saw Hart sipping a glass of champagne while staring at the dancing couples. You touched the little eavesdropping device you were supposed to sneak in his suit and let Crosshair’s hand go to walk over to him. Hart looked deeply lost in his thoughts and didn’t even notice you approaching him until you playfully stroked his chest to get his attention (and also placed the device into his pocket.)

“Mr. Hart, what an honour to meet you, I’m a huge supporter of your work,” you started chatting with him.

He shook his head. “Oh, thank you, thank you,” he nodded, looking quite discomposed.

“I didn’t want to disturb you, I’m sure you’re very busy, I’m already on my way,” you smiled at him and blended back into the crowd.

You saw Crosshair walking toward you and your eyes were fixed on him and you didn’t notice the man approaching you. He was wearing a deep green velvet suit and had too much gel in his hair.

He put his left hand out as an offering. “Would you honor me with a dance?”

“Piss off,” Crosshair spat the words to him as he walked up next to you and placed his hand on your lower back. The man made a startled face and jerked his hand back before disappearing.

“You could be a little more polite,” you scolded Crosshair but he held your hand tightly and led you away from the dance floor, toward the other side of the hall. “It wouldn’t kill you to do so,” you continued, “or just leave the talking to me all together,” you had a little trouble keeping up with him because of the weapons attached to your legs and you were too busy telling him to back off a little to see where he was taking you.

Then you realised that you couldn’t hear the music and loud chattering anymore and Crosshair opened a simple door and pushed you inside. He shut the door and pressed you up against the door.

“You are fucking mine,” he growled and you were startled by the ferocity in his voice.Your breathing accelerated and you couldn’t stop looking at his lips as he was talking.

“They are all staring at you,” he continued, completely out of his mind. “They want to touch you, feel the smoothness of your skin,” he stroked your face and you closed your eyes at the tender touch.

“They want to fuck you,” the fingers that stroked your face so gently a moment ago now grabbed your chin and forced you to look up at him. “You belong to me and no one else,” he said and kissed you roughly. You moaned into the kiss and he lifted your body and threw you on a table.

He quickly wrenched your dress up until it left your lower half exposed. His fingers quickly undid the knots you used to attach the blasters to your legs and he freed you from them and drove his fingers up and down your bare skin.

You moaned and leaned back and he quickly undid his pants and took his already hard cock out. “I told you that you are mine,” he hissed and grabbed your thighs to pull you closer. You let out a whimper and grabbed the edge of the desk.

“No one else can look at you like that,” he teased his cock at your entrance. “No one else can touch you like that,” he dipped the tip in your soaking wet pussy. “No one else can fuck you like me,” he growled and entered you at once and started fucking you at an incredible pace. He growled when he felt just how wet you were for him.

You moaned his name and let him destroy you. You were aching for him from the moment you saw him in the suit and now he was fucking you just the way you wanted. He bent over and clenched his fingers around your throat just enough to make it pleasurable. You were a blubbering mess under him.

“You like getting fucked like this, princess?” he asked you and you nodded frantically, not being able to say a word, not with him thrusting into you hard and holding your neck with his slender fingers.

He buried himself deep inside you and you gasped at the sensation. He filled you up so painfully perfectly and you loved the little edge of pain to your pleasure.

“We should be out there, keeping an eye on Hart and instead I’m here fucking you. You had to wear this dress,” he shoved himself inside you again, reaching that sweet sweet spot deep inside you, “you had to attract everyone’s attention and you had to be sweet to them,” he clenched his fingers tighter around your neck and you almost saw stars from pleasure.

“But you are mine,” he snarled and you came around him, your orgasm exploding into a thousand white fireworks as you came and he fucked you through it. “Who can make you come like this?” he asked you and let your neck go to lift your hand. “Tell me, sunshine, who?”

You tried to focus on his face but your vision was still blurry from your orgasm. “You, only you,” you moaned and he choked and you felt his cock twitch inside you.

“That’s right,” he gasped and buried his cock inside you and came, filling you up with his cum until you were leaking from it.

He pulled out and put his cock back to his trouser, careful not to make a mess. You placed your panties back to their place but your swollen pussy swallowed the little piece of fabric too easily.

“Now you surely won’t think of anyone else during the night,” Crosshair smirked down at you as you were trying to catch your breath. You wanted to tell him that you would never even think of another man, not when you have been fucked by him like this. He has ruined every single man in the galaxy for you, you knew you would never ever find anyone like him.

He picked up the blasters and attached them back to your legs and then helped you stand up. You leaned on him as you felt your pussy leak a little of his cum and you ran your finger through your hair to make it look a little less like you had just been fucked. It didn’t help much.

He was so calm and collected. Not even his hair got unruly. And then there were you with your wrinkled dress, smeared makeup and tangled hair. Not to talk about the mess that the inside of your head was.

You sneaked away to a restroom as soon as you could and cleaned yourself up with your limited resources. At least your face was still flushed, giving you a healthy glow and your eyes were shining.

Crosshair was waiting for you in front of the door and immediately placed a hand around your waist to lead you back to the reception. Hart was dancing with a senator so you decided to grab a bite while keeping an eye on him.

The smell of dinner made your stomach growl. There were all kinds of meat and fish, dipped in sauces you’ve never tasted before and delicious garnish. Even Crosshair seemed to like it but it was hard to tell with him.

“Your hair looks a little disheveled compared to how it was before you left,” you heard Hunter’s smoky, slightly mocking voice in your ear and you nearly dropped your cutlery. His voice was coming from the little device placed in your ear but it sure scared the hell out of you. Not Crosshair, of course.

“Anyway,” Hunter continued, “we saw some movement in the building next door, we think Hart might take off soon. We can’t get any closer, not with all these guards and staying unnoticed.”

“We got this,” Crosshair said and looked deep into your eyes.

You both got up and approached the dance floor. You were surprised to see Crosshair put his hand out and ask you to dance. You smiled at him and accepted. Maybe it was only because he wanted to stay closer to Hart but the way he was leading you and dancing made your head spin.

Not long ago he was fucking you roughly and now he twirled you around and held you as if you were a delicate flower. You saw from your peripheral vision that Hart stopped dancing and was sneaking away.

Crosshair led you closer to the edge of the dance floor and you managed to see Hart slip out through one of the doors. Crosshair looked around and deemed the situation safe and you followed Hart. When Crosshair reported back to the guys you felt the thrill of the mission flood you.

Hart didn’t use the main entrance to leave, he approached the corridors. You and Crosshair could follow him unobtrusively as there were still guests all around. When you reached the dark corridors all you could hear was the echoes of your footsteps and your own heavy breathing. Crosshair was walking as silently in front of you as a cat and he stopped before a door and motioned you.

Before he could enter you heard guards approaching. “Hey!” they shouted after you and you both froze. “Stop! This is a restricted area,” the taller guard told you. He couldn’t be much older than you but his face was serious.

You quickly collected yourself and stepped from one feet to the other while hiding your mouth with your fingers in pretended embarrassment.

“We’re so sorry sir,” you looked at him with a smile and stroked Crosshair’s chest. “We were just trying to find some privacy,” you winked at the guard who came to a halt before you. “You certainly understand, I’m sure the girls are all over you,” you flirted and he straightened his back and coughed.

“Well, ma’am,” his gaze ran down your figure and lingered on your cleavage a little longer than appropriate. “I don’t think we have seen anything, right man?” He turned to the other guard on whose face a sly smirk appeared.

“No, I don’t think we did,” he said and winked at Crosshair before they turned around and walked back to the main hall.

You quickly entered the room but before you could have gone after Hart, Crosshair pushed you up against the wall.

“The fuck you were thinking?” He leaned closer to you. “Flirting with these pathetic boys?”

His body was too strong and you couldn’t even break free if you wanted to. His face was not pleased.

“I just got us out of a rough situation, Cross,” you told him and gasped as he pushed his hips against yours.

“I would choose to kill them before having to watch you flirt with them,” he said and your breathing became heavy. Why did this turn you on so much? This was possessive but fuck, it felt so good that he wanted all of you to himself.

You squeezed his shoulder. “We can talk about this later but for now, Hart is slipping away to do universe knows what business,” you told him and his mind focused back on the mission. He let you go and turned to the open window where Hart sneaked out.

“Do you have eyes on Hart?” he asked through his comm.

“Positive, he entered the room below you and in the opposite building,” came Hunter’s voice.

“We are now a hundred percent positive that he’s secretly allying with the separatists and has been leaking useful information to them,” Tech said and you pursed your lips. Traitor.

“Then let’s get his traitor ass,” Crosshair held his hand out and you quickly got the two blasters out from under your dress and handed him one. Then you turned on the stun setting, he might have been a traitor but he still deserved a trial. And punishment. A lot of it. How many troopers paid with their lives for Hart's betrayal? Your fingers closed a little tighter around your weapon at that thought.

Crosshair motioned you to stay behind while he walked to the window and assessed the range and position Hart was in.

“He’s in the room with two others, Hart is the closest to the window,” Hunter reported.

“I have a visual,” came Crosshair's calm answer.

“Everything’s clear,” Wrecker said and Crosshair lifted his blaster.

“Wait!” Tech’s voice cut through the comm channel and you jerked your head up and lifted your blaster. “There’s a…,” Tech started saying but it was too late.

Just before the second Crosshair could have pulled the trigger a red blast cut through the air and hit his right shoulder. He grunted in pain and fell to his side. Your heart sank and you wanted to scream but no sound came out of your mouth.

“There’s an unidentified ship approaching to get Hart out of there,” Tech finished.

“On it,” came Wrecker’s answer and you could hear his breath accelerating as he started running.

“Yeah, thanks for the heads up,” Crosshair moaned and kneeled up. Quicker than you could have acted he threw the blaster from his injured right hand to the left, lifted it and shot, then collapsed on the floor.

You ran to him and saw that he was in a lot of pain and was losing a lot of blood. He grasped his right shoulder and blood was slowly soaking his fingers.

“Hart’s out, the others fled but we are not after them, nice job Cross,” Hunter praised Crosshair, unaware of the fact that his brother had just got shot in the shoulder.

“Hunter, Crosshair got shot,” you reported back and crouched down to start treating his wound. “You need to hurry, there isn’t much I can do without my equipment,” you tried to stay calm and collected but felt the unfamiliar signs of panic rise in your chest. You never panicked in dangerous situations.

There was no answer for a couple seconds but then Hunter’s grim voice answered. “How bad?”

“Tell Wrecker my rifle will be buried with me and he can’t get it,” Crosshair grunted.

“Hear it for yourself,” you rolled your eyes but knew that his injury was more serious than he let it show. “Hurry,” you told Hunter and you knew he heard the concern in your voice. You turned your attention back to Crosshair again.

He was still laying on his left side and clutching his right shoulder where the blaster bolt hit him. He was pale and his blood soaked his suit and started to gather on the floor next to him.

Usually when you were working as a medic you found a mental state where you were present but distant at the same time. You saw the injury and you just knew what you had to do. Stitch that up, disinfect this, put bacta cream on this wound and so on… You didn’t see the trooper, you saw the human body, the way it opened up and bled and you knew how to put it back together. It was only flesh and bone and blood. Simple biology.

But this time it was different. You saw the blood and all you could think about was that it belonged to the man you loved. The man who you would have moved mountains for, the man you would have followed anywhere. He was in pain and you froze.

Crosshair grunted in pain again and you snapped back and took a few deep breaths, trying to ignore the smell of his blood.

“Don’t panic, don’t panic,” you muttered to yourself as you ripped off some fabric from his suit and made a quick bandage out of it to stop the bleeding as much as you could.

“I’m not panicking,” his mouth curled up a little but he still kept his eyes shut.

“I was talking to myself,” you answered and almost burst out laughing at the absurdity of your situation. You were surely going mad.

“It’s just a blaster bolt, I had it worse,” he answered and controlled his breathing. He was taking it so well but soon he was panting, his eyes closed and his blood got all over your dress. You grew more and more anxious and were looking constantly at the door and window to see when the others would arrive.

“I told you red suited you,” Crosshair said in a weak voice and you let out a hysterical laugh then quickly stopped yourself.

“Where are you?” you muttered to yourself and glanced at the door then heard shooting through the comm, the unmistakable sound of a stun blast.

“This one won’t get up for a while,” you heard Wrecker’s voice before he reported that the pilot of the ship was out. You heard a loud thud, Wrecker must have kicked the guy who shot his brother, in the gut. Good, you smiled tightly.

“Tech, get Hart, Wrecker go get Cross and Medy, I’ll get the ship and pick you all up,” Hunter gave orders to everyone and you heard him run through a corridor and jump through a window.

You wondered how no one else noticed what was going on there but just realised how quickly and silently the whole process went down. You’d be out before anyone could bat an eye.

“What should we do with this one?” Wrecker asked Hunter about the knocked out pilot.

“Leave him for the guards,” Hunter said darkly.

Wrecker did as he said and soon burst into the room where you were kneeling next to the injured Crosshair. He had a worried expression on his face and he immediately ran to Crosshair to assess his condition.

“How could this happen?” he asked and helped his brother up. Crosshair grunted from pain and leaned on Wrecker who picked him up instead. He was already too weak to protest and rested his chin on Wrecker’s shoulder. “Should have kicked harder,” Wrecker shook his head, making a shadow of a smirk appear on Crosshair's pale lips.

Tech arrived soon with Hart carelessly thrown over his shoulder. He even bumped his head to the doorframe when he entered the room and ran to take a look at Crosshair.

“How serious is the injury, how much blood has he lost, how…,” he started showering you with questions but you placed a hand on his shoulder to calm him down.

“It missed the brachial plexus, he’s gonna be okay soon but is losing a lot of blood now,” you summarized his condition.

“Missed his what?” Wrecker asked nervously, fidgeting with his hand and shooting nervous glances at Crosshair who was still resting his chin on his shoulder.

“The large nerve bundle that controls arm function,” you explained quickly.

“Hunter?” Tech asked through the comm.

“Here,” came the answer and you finally heard the stolen ship approach and Hunter threw down a cable, as the ship was too big to fit between the two buildings.

You watched Wrecker climb the cable with one hand and you followed them, not forgetting to take Crosshair’s blaster with you.

Tech climbed up after you, easily doing it, even with the additional weight of the traitor Hart on his shoulders. Hunter piloted the ship back to the Havoc Marauder and you quickly got on it. You had Wrecker lay Crosshair in your bed, closest to your equipment.

You finally felt like yourself again, the equipment was familiar in your hands and you knew just what to do. You acted mechanically, silencing the part of your brain that wanted to scream and cry. You couldn’t let that part of yourself out because the only person able to calm you from that state was lying in front of you, badly injured.

Tech was piloting but both Wrecker and Hunter were standing in the door, silently watching you stitch up Crosshair and inject him with painkillers. You placed a bacta bandage on his wound and leaned back in your chair.

He was out, he lost too much blood and you gave him a pill that would guarantee sound and sleepless sleep. He needed it. All three of you watched him lay in your bed, still but breathing. You all knew that you were close to losing him today and none of you left for a long time. Later Tech switched with Hunter and sat down on the floor next to Crosshair.

You only left his side for a minute when you went into his room to grab his lula. You knew it was silly but you wanted him to have it next to him. Wrecker smiled at you when he saw it and you held your hand out for him and he gently squeezed your fingers to comfort you.

You couldn’t take your eyes off Crosshair. You knew it wasn’t a fatal wound, you all knew it. But it could have been and your heart was aching. You were still worried about Crosshair but could relax a little now that he was stable and resting. He would be okay.

You climbed in the bed next to him and just stared at his face, tattoo and silver locks. Wrecker, who was sitting on the floor next to your bed slowly fell asleep just like Tech who was snuggled up in your armchair. They were exhausted but couldn’t leave their brother’s side when he was in pain. You smiled at them and looked back at Crosshair who opened his eyes for a second but they didn’t seem to focus.

You immediately sat up and cupped his face. “It’s okay, Cross, you’re gonna be okay, I’m here,” you reassured him and wiped the sweat from his forehead.

He was taking shallow breaths and you just wanted to take all his pain away. “Do you want me to get you anything?” you asked him.

“Just stay,” he whispered and fell back to his very needed sleep.

#Golden Dawn #Golden Dawn fanfic #Crosshair x reader #Crosshair #the bad batch #tbb #bad batch #bad batch Crosshair #Commander Crosshair #Crosshair/reader #ct 9904 #ct-9904 #soft Crosshair #Crosshair smut #bad batch Hunter #Hunter #Tech #bad batch Tech #Wrecker #bad batch Wrecker #star wars #star wars bad batch #smut #18+ #reader insert #female reader #fanfic #ao3 #bad batch fanfic #Crosshair fanfic

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Art Class (Iida Tenya x Y/N) PART 3

Genre: Fluff, Smut NSFW

Words: 1324

These art classes are getting more and more interesting...

I made a drawing for the end (?) of this series, I hope you guys like it!!! <3 uvu

MASTERLIST

PART 1 // PART 2 // PART 3

Like every wednesday the classroom was filled with the noise of cleaning brushes, sketching and small talk. Today the objective for the art students was to paint still life and in the process learn how to mix colors to get the perfect tone and try to avoid as much as possible black and white.

Most of the small talk was students asking each other how they get that color, but in the corner of the room, the teacher of the art class, Y/n, and her newest student, Iida Tenya, were talking about how to avoid using black and white paint to make new colors.

“Now try getting your own color of skin” you said to him trying to make it more difficult for him to advance. You wanted him to still need you for this kind of stuff, him following you and asking you everything he didn’t know how to do looking up at you while he was sitting, he was so cute. You never wanted that dynamic to stop, in the end that was your job so you just hoped that even if he got better and better he would still look up to you.

“Y/n is this correct?” Tenya asked you while tugging on your art apron showing you the result.

“You still didn’t get it, but It’s good enough for now, let me show you…” you grabbed his hand and with a new brush swatched the sample he created. “See? But congrats it is really good for a first try!”

Tenya could feel his face turning red as you still didn’t let go of his hand and showed him how to fix it. “Now try to do my skin tone.” You said sitting down next to him so he could keep comparing his progress with the color that you asked him to create.

Iida was so nervous, and you could tell, normally when he asked you something you would tell him what to do while standing up not sitting next to him for the rest of the hour.

You could feel your body burning, he was too concentrated looking at your skin to match it, his eyes looking you up and down while you tried to play it off everytime a student came to you to ask you something.

A cold feeling on your skin made you jump, Tenya had swatched his color onto your skin “No, not yet” he whispered to himself, you just chuckled while trying to hide your red cheeks “I’M SO SORRY Y/N!” He quickly said when he noticed what he did.

“It’s ok Tenya, you pick up my tricks pretty fast don’t you?” hearing some chuckles from the other students you just put your hand on his thigh showing him he could try to swatch his mix as many times as he wanted.

Your hand squeezed his thigh everytime he put the cold brush against your skin as a reaction to the sensation, and he was loving the moment but it was getting too risky for the tent that was forming in his pants.

The feeling of your hand leaving his thigh made him sigh in disappointment “Ok class let’s wrap it up, next class we can keep doing oil paint if you guys want.” earning a unison yes from the class, as you sat up you looked at your newest student blushing furiously looking down at the floor as everyone else was tidying up their art stations.

“Are you sure you don’t want me to take you to the nurse’s office?” you asked Tenya. “N-no I just wanted to stay here a little more. I still haven’t figured out the perfect color to match your skin Y/n…”

“Ah perfect then I’ll start cleaning the classroom while you try different ways to do it.”

You two were the only one in the room, as he tried and tried again you were cleaning up the floor and shooting glances at him now and then.

“Can I try it on your skin now Y/n?” Tenya turned around to look at you and you approached him giving him your hand, he grabbed it and dragged you closer to him, faces inches from each other, and using his paintbrush slowly put the paint on your face looking directly into your eyes.

“Seems like I need some re-” you stopped him by making the distance between your faces non existent and melting into a kiss: his hands going to your hips immediately guiding you to sit on his lap without breaking the makeout session, as you were straddling his hips a growl came out of Tenyas mouth when your core made contact with his tent.

Breaking away from the kiss he took away your art apron just like he daydreamed about everytime after class. “Are you sure about this Y/n?” He whispered in your ear and started kissing your neck, how were you supposed to say no to that, with a moan you answered as he smirked onto your neck and continued to pepper you with kisses as his hands roamed your body under your shirt feeling your silky skin made you shiver on his lap and grab his dark-blue hair to kiss him more.

You wanted to touch him too and so you did: your hands were unbuttoning his shirt, Tenya being impatient did it all by himself to go faster and got your shirt off and threw it away somewhere in the art class.

“You are so beautiful Y/n.” his eyes traveling your torso, with a smirk you reached your back to unbuckle your bra and see how your student’s eyes light up at the sight of your breasts, throwing himself onto your nipples making your back arch and him holding your back so you wouldn’t fall off his lap.

You stopped him and stood up to lock the class door and undressed yourself entirely looking at him lustfully as his face became more and more red and he didn’t know what to do with himself, and you loved that, you approached him and again sat on his lap unbuttoning his pants and letting his erection free. His hands on your hips drawing circles with his thumbs as you rub each other's sexes, making his length taste your juices and making his head go back at the sensation.

“Please Y/n I need you now” the boy pleaded, grabbing your face, making you look at his eyes that had become ones full of lust and desire.

You did what Tenya wanted and slowly lowered yourself onto his length making him growl and grab your hips tighter, taking control and making you go up and down it at the rhythm he wanted.

“You feel so good Y/n” Tenya showered with compliments as the thursted into you harder and harder hitting all the right spots making you just melt into his touch.

“Tenya I’m clos-” you tried saying as he started circling you clit to make you reach your climax faster, your hands coming to his shoulders and digging into his skin making him hiss at the new sensation. You kissed him passionately as you reached your limit letting him finish inside of you as you clenched on him.

Both of you stayed silent as Tenya cleaned you up looking at each other with warm smiles, finally when he finished tidying everything you opened your arms to signal him to give you a tight warm hug, and he did, finishing it with a slow kiss.

“Did I get the right color teacher?” he said, foreheads still pressed, with a chuckle.

“You still need more practising to get the perfect color.” You answered as you pulled him into another deep kiss.

Seemed like your favorite student wasn’t gonna leave your side for a while.

#iida #tenya #iida tenya #tenya iida #bnha #smut #fluff #dekusquad #fanfic #iida x y/n #iida x you #iida fluff #mha iida #iida x reader #tenya x reader #t #tenya x y/n #ingenium #fic #nfsw fanfic #my hero academia tenya #my hero academia #boku no hero fanfic

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Witcher Secret Santa

Dear @linx1457

this is your secret Santa! I wish you merry christmas and hope you enjoy your gift!

@thewitchersecretsanta

Geralt/Jaskier modern au, roommates, mutual pining, 1854 words

CW: none, just fluff and pinging with a happy end

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--------- “I told you not to go in my room and I told you not to touch my stuff,” Geralt said, looking at his new roommate.

Geralt worked as a tour guide for the local national park. During the colder months less tourists visited and his wage hardly covered his rent. His brother Lambert had suggested he take on a roommate and posted an ad for him in the local newspaper. 

But most of the people that had answered the ad had been weird or downright creepy and he had lost all hope till a musician called. Jaskier - that was his name - was new in town and wanted to gain a foothold in the big city. He needed to stay somewhere cheap for a couple of months till he could afford his own apartment. 

Geralt had invited him over and even though he had not been sure if someone so outgoing would clash with his more reserved nature, he had somehow been convinced that it would work out.

But now he wasn’t so sure anymore.

“Who even has real steel swords?” Jaskier asked, “I thought they were cheap imitations from the ren faire…” They were standing in Geralt’s room where his two heavy swords had crashed down from where they were supposed to hang on the wall.

“They are from an actual blacksmith,” Geralt said through gritted teeth, and more quietly, “from the ren faire.”

Jaskier laughed, “so I was right!”

“That is not the point!” Geralt growled and bent down to pick them up.

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It had been the 18th ad he had called for a room and when the man with the gravelly voice answered, Jaskier had been instantly smitten. And when the man with the deep voice turned out to be illegally handsome and accepted him as a roommate the musician was in heaven.

And at the same time he knew that it was a bad idea to pine after someone you lived with. He had experience with that. Bad experience.

So he tried his best to keep his yearning under control. But on some days it was particularly hard. Like today with the swords. 

Jaskier knew he shouldn’t go into Geralt’s room, but he had lost the charger of his phone. So he snuck in when Geralt was at work. His eyes had been caught by the reflection on the blades of the swords on Geralt’s wall. 

When he had first saw them after he moved in he had been a bit concerned - who the fuck had swords??? But Geralt had told him that he used to work as a stunt choreographer for sword fighting.

Jaskier had walked over and brushed along the blade with his index finger. And the fucking swords had fallen to the ground with a loud crash. In the exact moment Geralt had returned from work.

After Geralt chided him, Jaskier grabbed one of the swords to occupy his shaking hands and the adonis that was his roommate had the audacity to stand very close behind him and take his hand in the most tender way and fucking breathe on his neck. 

He knew that he couldn’t have stopped himself from kissing the bastard and pushing him on the bed if he had stayed a moment longer, so he made some shady excuse and practically ran into his room to play some music to calm down. 

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Over the last few weeks Geralt got used to living with Jaskier. He would never admit it out loud but it was actually very nice that someone was there when he came home from work. He especially loved the days when Jaskier cooked. Opening the door to their apartment and being greeted by the delicious smell of lasagna was something he could get used to.

“I’m home,” he called down the hallway and suppressed a smile when Jaskier answered, “then get in the kitchen, darling, dinner is almost ready.”

After he had put away his jacket and boots he walked over and stopped in the doorframe to take in the kitchen. Jaskier was a great cook - his food always tasted fucking amazing. But the utter chaos he left in his wake was honestly impressive. Dirty pots and pans were stacked in the sink, little red spots of (hopefully) tomato sauce decorated the tiles behind the stove and at least five different packages of spices stood open on the counter. 

Geralt sighed quietly but knew that the lasagna would be worth the clean up later.

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Jaskier’s mother had told him that the way to a man’s heart was through his stomach. So he occasionally cooked for Geralt. 

Of course he didn’t cook FOR Geralt. He cooked for himself and made too much so Geralt could eat with him. At least that is what he told his roommate. Today it was lasagna. 

He smiled when he heard the key turn in the lock and Geralt calling out that he was home. He yelled, “then get in the kitchen, darling.” It had been funny to watch Geralt’s reactions to his frequent use of pet names. Jaskier had reassured him that he did that with every one of his friends, but to be honest, at least to himself - darling was reserved only for Geralt. 

“How was your day?” he asked, as his roommate stood in the doorway of the kitchen. Jaskier had just put the parmesan on the lasagna and made sure to angle his ass in the perfect line of sight for Geralt as he bent forward to put the lasagna in the oven. 

He smirked as he stood back up and turned around to find Geralt blushing. He cleared his throat before he said, “good, not many tourists in the park today. I gave a tour to a family and cleaned some garbage that campers had left behind.”

Jaskier smiled and said, “and then you come home to this?” He turned around and looked at the mess he had created.

“At least I get dinner here,” Geralt replied and walked over to the cupboard to get out plates. He set the table and sat down to watch Jaskier pour two glasses of red wine. 

Jaskier’s cheeks were flushed from the cooking and his brown hair was tousled. On the apron he was wearing ‘KISS THE COOK’ stood in bold letters. Geralt had to shake his head because his roommate looked very kissable right now. 

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“Fuck,” Geralt said as he hit the TV. There was only a static noise and a corresponding image that was not unlike the view of the snowstorm outside. No matter to which channel he switched, the results were the same. 

“What are you ranting about, darling?” Jaskier asked as he walked into their living room. He was wearing one of Geralt’s hoodies and his own ridiculous pyjama bottoms. At least he had told Geralt they were pyjama bottoms, but they actually were illegally tight fitting booty shorts that had “flower twink” written on the ass.

“There will be no movie night today,” Geralt said, hitting the offending electrical device for one more time, “the fucking snowstorm has cut off the tv.”

Jaskier moaned sadly and pouted expertly. It was not only pursed lips. It was a full body pout with furrowed brows, round puppy eyes first looking down and then slowly up through his lashes, shoulders hunched forward, arms hanging limply down by his sides and one foot drawing circles with his toes in the soft carpet. 

Geralt believed that his roommate secretly practised this and he had to admit in the privacy of his own mind that it worked every damn time on him. But sadly this time he couldn’t do anything about it. 

But then Jaskier’s face lit up with a smile and he said, “Geralt, I have an idea -” Geralt groaned quietly because Jaskier’s ‘ideas’ rarely ended well, but his roommate ignored his nonverbal protests, “- do you remember when I went to the flea market the other day? I bought an old VHS recorder and a video cassette.”

“Why the fuck did you buy that?” Geralt asked with a raised eyebrow.

“Be thankful, Geralt, it will save movie night!” Jaskier called as he turned on his heel in search of the old recorder.

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It did not save movie night. The video recorder did in fact work, which wasn’t short of a miracle for that old thing, but the video cassette Jaskier had bought with it was not a movie. 

“How could I have known that ‘fireplace romance’ is not a movie?” Jaskier said, eyeing the case.

“You could have read the description,” Geralt grumbled as he looked at the tv screen that showed a fireplace with a delightfully burning fire and nothing more. For four hours. 

Jaskier sat down on the couch that was facing the tv and patted the space next to him.

“Come on, it’s better than nothing!”

Before putting the tape in the recorder they had set up everything for movie night: popcorn, hot chocolates with the tiny marshmallows swimming in them and a bowl of gummy bears. 

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They had sat like this for a while, talking about work and Jaskier’s next gig in a coffee shop around the corner. Somehow, without Geralt noticing him moving, Jaskier had come closer to him and was now pressed to his side. It felt good.

Jaskier took a sip of his hot chocolate and turned to his roommate.

“Geralt, what do you think about…” but he stopped as he saw Geralt smirking and looking at his lips.

“What?” he asked with raised eyebrows.

Geralt cocked his head and said quietly in his deep voice, “you have something on your lip.”

Jaskier frowned and asked, “where?”

Geralt gestured for his own lip and Jaskier tried to imitate him, but he missed the spot of chocolate. 

“Can you help me?” he asked, leaning a bit closer to him.

Geralt’s mouth was suddenly dry and he swallowed. Jaskier’s face was so close to his now that he could see all the tiny freckles that had faded during winter, but were still visible up close. He blinked and finally reached over. 

Gently he placed his palm on Jaskier’s hot cheek and felt him leaning slightly into the touch. Slowly he stroked his thumb over Jaskier’s lower lip to remove the chocolate that clung to it.

He could feel Jaskier breathing in deeper right before he opened his mouth just a bit and Geralt could feel his warm breath on his thumb. 

A heartbeat later Geralt threw all restraint and explanations why he shouldn’t do it overboard, and said in a hoarse whisper, “I really...i really want to kiss you right now.”

Jaskier’s eyes widened before a soft smile played over his lips.

Jaskier leaned forward to close the gap between them and kissed him. In that moment Geralt couldn’t remember why he had been convinced that kissing Jaskier was a bad idea because it was the best thing he had ever felt.

The kiss started slow and soft, almost chaste but when Geralt wanted to lean back he felt Jaskier’s hand in his hair, pulling him back into the kiss.

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[minor-solemnity]

Curiosity pt. 4

His features contort with anger and he’s suddenly too close. You hadn’t even seen him move. You take a step back and unlike the time in the library, he doesn’t stop you, merely continues to press into your personal space until your back hits the door behind you. Riddle’s arm flies up to rest next to your head, his long fingers are so close that for a moment you think he might tangle them in your hair.

After that night, you can’t seem to escape Riddle anywhere.

You suppose you shouldn’t be shocked by that. But now that he’s noticed you, now that he’s decided that you’re something to be interested in, it’s as though he takes up all your attention. By far the worst thing, however, is the fact that Marie and Stephanie have decided that he is the best person in the world. In your more charitable moments, you can understand why. From Marie’s perspective, Riddle has protected her future by keeping her trespassing to himself and from Stephanie’s perspective, his silence is a tacit agreement that she should be allowed to continue playing on the house team. Apparently, you are somehow unreasonable for failing to join them in their support of all things Tom Riddle.

“Can we please just drop it?” You grouch as you slump forward in your seat, waiting for Dumbledore to arrive to start the lesson. “I’ve told you both, I don’t want to talk about it.” Stephanie prods you with her wand and opens her mouth to say something but you quickly cut her off, “I’m not being ridiculous. Stop telling me that I’m being ridiculous.” This is the other point of contention between you and your two best friends: you haven’t told them why Riddle held you behind that night. They’ve decided that you’re having a clandestine relationship which would be a laughable notion if it weren’t for the way that your pulse quickened whenever they brought it up.

“Fine. You’re not being ridiculous. He’s looking at you again, though” Stephanie murmurs and smirks at the low groan you emit as your head hits the desk in front of you. You know you should tell them what happened, but you’re not sure how to without making it seem as though you’re being unfairly suspicious. (Which is maybe an indication that you are, but that’s neither here nor there.) It’s just that… You know Riddle is persistent - he’s told you multiple times - and you know that you have an awful habit of refusing to let an issue drop. They’ll accuse you of being hypercritical but something about the way Riddle acts around you sets you on edge. You don’t know what it is about him, just that there’s something strange about the way he treats you compared to everyone else.

Thankfully, your interrogation is effectively cut short as Dumbledore enters the room at that moment, sweeping past you in a whirl of canary yellow robes. “If you’d all like to pair up, we’ll be practising our colour-morphing today, class. And remember: non-verbal if you can.” With a flick of his wand, a dozen brightly coloured songbirds in gilded cages appear on the desks in front of you. Transfiguring live animals is always more difficult, and transfiguring something as specific as the colour even more so. You find yourself grinning at the challenge.

Before the three of you can fall into your usual squabble about who has to be the one to find a different person to partner up with, a shadow falls across your desk and you don’t have to look up to know exactly who it is. “Would you care to partner up?” Riddle asks and next to you Stephanie all but cackles. Obviously, he hears her - she’s making no effort to cover up her amusement - but his expression doesn’t change at all as he smiles politely down at you. After a second, he raises an eyebrow expectantly and you realise with a sinking feeling that there is really no way you’ll be able to get out of this. Marie and Stephanie have already grabbed their songbird and are watching you with joint expressions of amusement.

“… Sure.” You say at last and slowly you grab your bag and follow him to where he’s stationed himself at the side of the classroom. You frown slightly. Riddle usually sits close to the front in all his lessons, but now you think of it, in Dumbledore’s classes, he seems to try and make himself as invisible as he possibly can. You settle in the chair opposite him and watch as he places the songbirds cage carefully down in the middle of the desk. The silence seems to stretch for an uncomfortably long time between you but he doesn’t seem affected by it at all. He just watches you with a mix of amusement and expectation dancing in his eyes. Ridiculously, you find yourself wanting to impress him. “So,” You say when the quiet becomes too much, “Do you want to go first, or shall I?”

A small smirk spreads across his lips and he draws his wand out from his robes. Your eyes track his movements with more interest than you care to admit. His wrist twists in an expert motion and your little blue songbird shimmers for a moment before the blue of its feather seems to melt into deep emerald green. You absolutely do not think about what else he might be able to do with such clever hands. You’re absolutely not impressed that he succeeded in the colour-morphing transfiguration on his first attempt. Non-verbally. He did it non-verbally. He looks back at you and to your frustration, he still doesn’t speak, just keeps that pleasant smile plastered on his face like there is nothing odd about the situation you find yourself in at all.

“Right. Well done, then, I suppose.” You mutter and retrieve your own wand. You pretend you don’t notice the way his gaze becomes a little more focussed. Why does this feel like a test? Why does this feel like a test you want to pass? You shut your eyes for a second, allowing your mind to go blank and still. Slowly you think of the incantation, rolling the syllables over in your mind until they reverberate around your skull. You open your eyes, swish your wand in a precise flick and watch as the bird shifts colour from green to purple. It’s not as neat as Riddle’s own casting you note with no small amount of displeasure; the change takes longer and the tips of the bird’s feathers are a lighter shade of purple than the rest of it.

However, for a first attempt, you are fairly impressed with yourself. It seems Riddle is as well, because his pleasant smile has disappeared and he’s watching you closely now, dark eyes flicking between you and the bird. He hums in something like approval and you tamp down your desire to preen. “That was… impressive. Your first attempt at the spell?” You nod, not quite meeting his gaze. “So you’re talented at Transfiguration.” He says slowly, as though he’s piecing something together. Again, you nod. “Talented enough, to say, transfigure something into a quill, perhaps?”

Fuck.

His smile returns, sharp and pleased. He opens his mouth to say something but is cut off when Dumbledore appears at your desk, smiling congenially. “I don’t believe I’ve seen you two working together in this class before,” He clasps his hands and looks down at you as though he can see right through you. Despite his placid tone, you think you catch an undercurrent of something else lurking just beneath the surface of his statement. “Have you managed the spell? We wouldn’t want to be wasting valuable lesson time chatting, would we?” You think distantly that you should be grateful for Dumbledore’s interruption except… Well, he’s never told you off for chatting in class before. And he’s never looked at you the way he’s looking at Riddle.

And you’ve never seen Riddle look as uncomfortable as he does right now. His smile has slipped from his face as quickly as it came. He stares straight past you and when he speaks, his voice is a quiet, reserved monotone. “You are the biggest proponent of inter-house cooperation, Sir.” Dumbledore doesn’t stop smiling but he does raise an eyebrow as though he doesn’t believe a word of what Riddle has just said. You find yourself wanting to come to his defence.

“We’ve both managed it, Sir. First time round.” You try not to shift under the scrutiny of your professor. “Riddle - sorry, Tom’s was near perfect.” Which is annoying to admit but also true. Riddle (Tom?) glances at you and you’re not stupid enough to mistake the look in his eye for gratitude but at least it’s better than that shuttered, flat stare. Dumbledore says nothing in response and the rest of the lesson passes unremarkably though you can’t shake the confusion over what just transpired between you, Riddle, and Dumbledore. Soon, everyone around you is packing their things and heading out the door to lunch. You’re still trying to figure out what it is about Dumbledore that makes Riddle so uneasy that it takes you a moment to realise that the classroom has emptied out entirely. You hastily grab your own things and shove them into your bag.

You’re almost at the door when Riddle’s voice cuts through your thoughts. “We still haven’t discussed what we found out today,” He calls and because your back is turned to him, you don’t bother to hide your grimace. You had really hoped you’d be able to avoid this conversation.

“Why don’t you sit at the front in Dumbledore’s classes?” You ask suddenly, desperate for a distraction.

Riddle’s eyes flash with something that you’re beginning to recognise as tamped down anger before his expression shutters. He runs a hand through his hair and your eyes don’t track the way his waves fall in slight disarray. “Dumbledore and I have a… difficult relationship. I haven’t a clue why,” He’s lying. You know he’s lying. “It’s just always been that way.” The finality in his voice signals the end of the conversation, but you don’t want to let it drop. Not now you know he’s lying and certainly not now he knows that you did find something in Larkins’ office.

“Really? It certainly didn’t seem that way to me.” You counter, sounding a lot more confident than you feel. “It seemed to me like he has a very good reason not to like you. I wonder what it could be? Maybe you should be careful poking around other people’s secrets when you clearly have a few of your own.”

His features contort with anger and he’s suddenly too close. You hadn’t even seen him move. You take a step back and unlike the time in the library, he doesn’t stop you, merely continues to press into your personal space until your back hits the door behind you. Riddle’s arm flies up to rest next to your head, his long fingers are so close that for a moment you think he might tangle them in your hair. Your stomach drops with something that is definitely not anticipation at the thought. From this angle, the shadows of his cheekbones that much more pronounced, the waves of his hair fall messily across his forehead and he stares down at you with impossibly dark eyes, breathing hard. You don’t think you’ve ever seen him this close to coming undone and your treacherous body reacts to that realisation in kind. Your breath hitches in your throat and you feel yourself start to flush. You’re not sure how long you stay there, the two of you glaring at each other whilst your pulse races. Eventually, though, his breathing calms down and his arm drops to his side. He leans back and seems to collect himself.

“I’d like it if you refrain from asking me questions about Dumbledore in the future.”

“And I’d like it if you refrain from asking me questions about my own personal business, but here we are,” You retort. He blinks, evidently surprised by your reaction and then something breaks in his expression and he laughs once sharply.

“You are the most frustrating person I think I’ve ever met. Why won’t you just tell me? You know I’ll figure it out. Or I’ll make you tell me.” He’s just insulted and threatened you in the same breath and you think you should probably be irritated by that, but there’s something odd about the way he’s speaking to you. He doesn’t… sound angry? Or like he’s trying to scare you into compliance. No… he sounds… You shake your head. It doesn’t matter what he sounds like. You’re being ridiculous.

“Why do you care so much?” You ask, gesturing wildly. “I know you care as little as I do about quidditch, I know that you’re not going to do anything with the information, so why do you care so much?” And somehow you do know that. This is a game to Riddle. It’s a puzzle he hasn’t been able to solve, and, like you, he’s not very good at letting things go.

The next word he speaks confirms your suspicions. “Curiosity.”

You blink up at him and you know he’s telling the truth. (Since when have you been able to pick up on these things about him?) He doesn’t stop you when you turn and walk hurriedly out of the classroom. You don’t look back. It’s only when you reach the ground floor that you realise you know exactly what he had sounded like. He’d sounded like he’d been having fun.

(part 1) (part 2) (part 3) (part 4) (part 5) (part 6)

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