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soyeahitsmiddleearth · 3 years

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Dimension Jumping Pt. 5

Comforting a grieving hobbit and time get everyone ready to go out!

Via the genius idea from katzrfsoa / Kat88

There's been mention of the reader not wanting to take the groups out, for fear of the public's reaction... so what about a cosplay convention? it would give the Reader the perfect excuse to allow them out, and they would wear their original clothes

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This morning has been uneventful for the most part.

Breakfast passed by without issue and now everyone is off doing their own things.

You looked outside and took a peek in the guest room, but you still can't find him.

Sam, Merry, and Pippin are playing a board game you showed them; Legolas is doing his meditation sleep thing; Boromir and Aragorn are discussing something; and Gimli is stacking bread on Legolas' leg to see how long it takes until he notices.

Frodo, however, is missing at the moment.

Right as you were considering telling the others of his disappearance, however, you heard some shuffling from your hall closet.

You open the door carefully and take peer inside, not wanting to startle the small hobbit, and at first you don't see him.

There's more shuffling and you hear a quiet sniff, followed by soft sobs, and you then realize he's hiding behind the shelf.

The door makes a soft clicking sound when you close it, and right away the quiet cries cease. You didn't want to alert him with the door, you wanted to do it yourself, but it's too late now, so you just go with it.

"Frodo?" You call in a gentle voice, staying by the door incase he wants you to go.

"Y-Yes?' He calls back, not moving from his spot.

His voice is thick with emotion, and the sadness in his tone makes your heart ache painfully. And when you walk closer and see him huddled up behind the shelf, your heart breaks a little for him.

He hastily rids his cheeks of any evidence of his sorrows, though the puffiness around his eyes and constant sniffles don't much help his cause, and looks at you with a false smile.

"Frodo, why are you crying?" You ask with furrowed eyebrows, kneeling down in front of him so you may look at him at eye level (mostly).

"It's nothing." He tells you quickly, looking away from your compassionate face with the same sad frown on his lips.

When you don't move to get up or leave, his gaze slides back over to you and he realizes that you're not going to leave unless he straight up tells you to go away. This makes him sigh, but truthfully, he doesn't want you to go away. Not really. For having company in a time of sorrow always mends suffering.

"I... did not have a proper time to mourn Gandalf. I've been so caught up in the oddity that is this place that I almost forgot my sorrows altogether, but then this morning is all... came rushing back." He explains with a surprisingly even voice.

While he speaks you cross your legs and listen along intently, your hands folded neatly in your lap. When he finishes, you reach forward and place your hand atop his with a gentle touch, "I didn't know him, but I can tell he was very dear to you. Honestly, I can't offer much advice, but I can tell you that keeping it all bottled up inside is not a good idea."

He looks at you with that sad face when you speak, and it prompts you to continue, "Also, I know everyone else can be pretty overwhelming or they just don't understand, and I want you to know that I'm always here to listen if you're feeling down, okay?"

Your words draw a small smile from the grieving hobbit and it elicits a similar grin from you.

"Thank you, Y/N. I... actually do feel a little better."

"I'm glad."

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After your discussion with Frodo you rejoin everyone back out in the main room and let him recollect himself, going right onto your laptop to get some work done.

You're idly scrolling through a scholarly article you need to research when you see it.

An advertisement for some sort of comic book, cosplay, convention... thing in the area (no wonder you've been seeing so many oddly dressed people recently).

At first you almost scroll past it, but then you get hit with the brick of knowledge and a lightbulb goes off in your head.

"Yes!" You scream, successfully scaring everyone in the room and Penny who is sitting with you for once. "Ohh, my god. This is freaking perfect!" You exclaim, clicking on the link to get some more information.

Your eyes practically soak up everything on the information page, and, once you've skimmed through all of it, you look up with a bright smile on your face.

Literally all of them are looking at you like you've grown two heads, but you only clap your hands together a few times. "Guys, I just had a huge brain moment!"

The joke goes over their heads as per usual, but you don't let that deter you.

"Huge brain moment?" Pippin asks in confusion, looking at his cousin like he thinks he heard it wrong or something.

"Yes! I've figured out a way to take everyone out!"

That certainly gets their attention.

"You have?" Sam asks exuberantly, dropping his game piece so he can turn towards you and pay perfect attention.

"I have, yes," you start, continuing once you're 100% sure they're all paying attention, "So here's the thing, I knew that I could take out you tall boi's without issue besides having to find a hat for Legolas here, and I could explain that Gimli here has dwarfism," you pause at that and realize it may be offensive to him, but you continue once more, "but I also knew that there's no way I can explain away the hobbits, and then I found this gem."

You turn the computer so it faces all of them, but they only look more confused.

"There's a convention thing in town for the next week, and it's the perfect opportunity for me to bring everyone out! We just have to dress up the hobbits a bit and pretend that they're children."

At your explanation you receive multiple pleased smiles, and it serves to make you feel even better about your idea. "And you can all wear your normal clothes, too. And if someone asks who you are... I'll figure out a game or something you guys can use as an alias."

"Are you sure that will work?" Aragorn asks with furrowed eyebrows, sitting up from his spot in your arm chair.

"Um, like, maybe 98%." You confirm with a shrug, "It's better than 88% though."

He doesn't seem like he disagrees with you, so you look back at your laptop again and start to look for ideas to make them more believable as humans.

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3 hours of research later, and you've successfully compiled a completely fool proof plan to smuggle this merry band of bizarre boys out of your house.

What you've decided is that you'll put some makeup over Legolas' pointy ears to make them look more fake since the concept of elves is not lost in this world. Boromir and Aragorn can go as themselves, and you'll put some makeup on the hobbits much like you will Legolas (they'll be children elves since there are no hobbits in your world) and tell everyone who asks how they look so good that you're a professional makeup artist.

Gimli, fortunately for you, was the easiest to come up with something for next to the other two humans of this group. You can just tell people he has dwarfism and that's why he chose to go as a dwarf character.

Everything is in order except for what you're going to do, though you suppose you should match their theme and be some sort of renaissance, maiden, lady, thing. You'll figure it out, though you do need to make sure it's convincing like theirs.

You decided to, instead of putting it off, go ahead and start working on finding a costume to match theirs.

A couple of searches later and you come across a really pretty dress that looks to fit their style, and when you show it to them they give you the thumbs up, so you order it with express shipping so it should arrive tomorrow.

It's a lovely flowy medieval dress *just look up flowy medieval dress and go to images, there are some good examples there*, and you feel excited just looking at it. Of course, there's no guarantee that it'll be the best quality, but it's got great reviews and you certainly paid a hefty sum for it.

After that's done with you head to your bathroom to see what makeup you've got, and you find that you don't really have any theatrical/special effects makeup. You're going to need skin colored wax makeup, powders, and contour stuff.

You're no makeup artist, obviously, but luckily for you, your goal is to make them look less realistic, so it should be easy enough.

It's surprisingly easy to figure out what you need to make them as convincing as possible, and pretty soon you've got a nice little list going on that outlines each thing you need.

Since you don't want to delay anymore, you head out of your bathroom and grab your bag while putting on your shoes, "Legolas, I'm leaving now if you wanna come with." You suggest since he stated his desire to join you in the one of the last chapters (:o).

When you call his name he looks over at you quickly, smiling a bit at your offer, "Yes, but you said I need a hat."

"Oh yeah! I have one, just gimme a sec." You tell him, walking over to a drawer.

When you open said drawer, you find a grey beanie with ease and toss it over to him, "Here ya go. Make sure it covers your ears... and uh, tuck your hair up into it too if you don't mind."

He does as you say with ease and, surprisingly, he looks just as good with shorter hair as he does longer hair.

It sticks kinda awkwardly at first, so you waltz on over and gesture for him to crouch down so you don't have to reach up.

Once again he does as you request and leans down so you may fix it.

You adjust it a bit to make sure it won't fall first, and then you smooth it back a bit so it'll also look stylish. And once you're done you take a step back and smile at him brightly.

"All done! Let's go!"

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He seemed rather fascinated in the way your car works first and foremost, but once you got him to look out his window instead of watching you, his excitement quickly turned into awe.

When you both get to the ULTA store he follows you without hesitation and asks some hushed questions about things he sees, like the light up signs, other passing cars, stoplights, and some other things.

You, of course, answer each question happily and lead him inside, holding the door open for him while he enters and looks around the brightly lit up makeup store.

Right away you head towards the general direction of the nose and scar wax (it's multi purpose, don't judge me), forgetting to make sure that Legolas follows you.

When it does occur to you, however, that the blond elf didn't come after you, you panic.

You turn in a circle and only stop when you see him standing with some ladies who practically have hearts in their eyes.

Unconsciously you breathe a sigh of relief and head over with the wax in your little basket, immediately reaching up to wrap your arm around his, "I got the first thing on my list, come on."

The girls stop their giggles and flirting as soon as you show up and look genuinely surprised.

You give them a smile and nod in acknowledgement, not wanting to make them feel bad over something so silly before turning with your arm still around his own and walking him over to look at some contour stuff and other things.

They make some snide comments when you turn your back about you being a 'clingy girlfriend' and 'not pretty enough to be with a model like that', but you only ignore it and relish in the fact that you didn't make them feel bad over something as silly as a cute guy in a makeup store.

"Why are those women talking about you like that?" He asks in a whisper, leaning down so only you will hear his question.

You look up at him with a bit or surprise since you didn't expect him to pick up on that, before you smile, "They're attracted to you, and they think that I was being selfish with taking you away from their advances."

"Selfish? Advances?" He looks confused, but you only smile and turn back to the display case.

"Don't worry your pretty little head over it, Leggy my boy."

"Leggy?" He asks slowly, looking at you in confusion.

"Leggy." You confirm with a nod with a distracted hum.

It isn't much later that you have everything you need, and so you go to the checkout and buy everything.

"Going to the convention?" The girl at the counter asks with a smile.

You smile back and nod your head, glancing up at Legolas before looking back at her, "That obvious?"

"No of course not, just the items in your basket always fly off the shelves around convention time." She replies with a giggle, ringing up all your items.

"Well, that's fair." You muse, putting your card into the reader to pay for it.

Once everything is in order she hands you your receipt and adds, "Maybe I'll see you there."

"Maybe!" You chirp back happily, liking the nice conversation going on here.

"You and your boyfriend have a good day now!"

You elect to ignore that.

---

On the way home you pretend to not notice the black car following yours and make small talk with the elf, answering some more of his questions and speaking idly on different things.

"There are so many odd, interesting things here..." He comments after a while, glancing out the back window. "Are you aware that, that car has been following us for the past 10 minutes?"

You nod and hum as an answer, "Mmhm, it's just Brian. He's probably trying to figure out who you are."

The blond knits his eyebrows together and glances back to look at the car again, "Should I do something about it?"

"The only thing you can do is ignore it. He went from lowercase 's' stalker to uppercase 's' since you guys arrived, and it'll only get worse if you intervene." You mumble, trying not to look in the rearview mirror at him. "It's fine."

"You don't seem to think it's fine." He challenges in the same even tone, turning in his seat towards you.

Instead of answering his question you look at him while you stop at a light and grumble, "I told you to put your seatbelt on."

"It's uncomfortable."

"I don't care."

"I will be fine."

"Not if we get into a crash, you won't."

The two of you stare each other down before he slowly reaches up and buckles his belt, never breaking eye-contact.

"Good boy." You coo in a way-too sweet voice.

"Anyways, I know we said as much before, but you needn't worry about that man while we're here." He continues despite your obvious subject change.

"I know." Your reply is softer and less defensive this time, for you really do appreciate it, "Thank you."

He looks surprised at your sudden gratitude, and his expression shows as much "For what?"

"For being you. For looking out for me. All of you."

This time he smiles and says no more.

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When you both get back to your house you immediately put everything in your bathroom and get onto your laptop to view some techniques on theatrical and movie makeup, Pippin and Merry on either side of you while they view through the pictures and videos with you.

"That one looks interesting." Merry pipes up suddenly, pointing at a person to wolf makeup transformation.

"Yep, and way past anything I can do."

This pattern of going through pictures and viewing clips goes on for a little while until they two hobbits depart to have lunch, meanwhile you continue on so that tomorrow will be a success.

You're both excited and nervous at the same time, wanting to see how it'll all turn out but also dreading it incase something goes wrong.

You know the most important thing is to have a positive mindset about it, but it's kinda hard sometimes during your more anxious moments.

Also, there's the issue of Brian possibly following all of you...

Nah, that'll be a problem to think on for tomorrow.

"What time will we leave tomorrow?" Aragorn asks from his usual spot on the rocking chair, Penny still nestled in his lap as per usual.

"Around the morning. I bought the tickets already so we won't have to stand in line for too long... Hopefully."

"Thank you for working so hard so that we may see more of your world." He comments suddenly, stroking his hand down her fluffy back.

You tilt your head to the side and smile a bit, "You don't have to thank me."

"No, I do. You have seen to our every need and we no doubt pose to be a huge burden. Thank you, really."

His words make you flush slightly, and you look away shyly.

You've grown to care about all of them, so of course you would do anything to keep them comfortable at this point. More than anything you're just glad they see how much you're trying to make things easy on them. It feels nice being recognized for your efforts.

Plus, the added protection from Brian is pretty sweet.

"Anything for you guys."

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anotherhellchild · 4 years

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📂 i love your headcanons!

Aaahhhh thank you so much!!

Alright so, in honour of ur username…. Imma spout a Dadzawa + Bakuson + cat headcanon

(Quick shout out to @arschemy first tho! This was originally her idea and she really helped me <3)

The sun’s going down and Katsuki is on his way back to the dorms from his run.

It’s cold out, not cold enough for a jacket but definitely cold enough for a long sleeved shirt. The sky is getting darker and Katsuki’s heavy breaths become visible after every short exhale. The boy’s maybe got another three or four kilometers left before he’s back at UA’s gates, he’ll probably be there in about ten minutes.

A small, dark gray dot appears on the light gray concrete about two meters away from Katsuki’s feet. Then another falls a little away from there. Soon, more specs materialize and before Katsuki knows it, rain starts pouring down all around him. The street is empty. His hair dampens and falls down his forehead, wet locks of blond hair cover the top of his eyes. Raindrops slide down his neck and partially soaked socks make every step uncomfortable.

He should probably pick up the pace.

There’s a loud shriek. Or more accurately, there’s a loud shriek-like sound.

The noise comes from the alleyway to Katsuki’s right and the teen halts his movement right away.

Taking a couple steps back, Katsuki peeks past the corner of the wall. He’s just in time to see a cardboard box flip over and fall to the ground. After a moment of nothing, the thing knocks itself about three centimeters to the left.

Katsuki’s pretty sure unanimous objects aren’t supposed to be able to do that.

He should probably investigate this.

Making sure to keep his footsteps light, Katsuki carefully steps closer to the box. He needs to be cautious, you never know who or what could pop out from under a box in a sketchy alleyway.

mrrreowwww!

Oh. It’s just a fucking cat.

Great.

Somewhere, deep in the teen’s heart, Katsuki’s honestly a little relieved. Everywhere else though, Katsuki feels really stupid.

Not everything is out to get you, you fucking idiot.

Maybe he’s starting to turn a little paranoid.

The side of the box lifts up slightly, just enough for a little black paw to stick out from underneath.

Katsuki stares.

A black nose nudges it’s way underneath the box too, it fits perfectly in the gap created by the small paw. Whiskers and pointy teeth poke out from under cardboard.

Soundlessly, Katsuki crouches down.

The cat's head nudges and squirms it’s way out from underneath the box, once the small, drenched face completely finds its way out of its cardboard prison, it freezes.

Katsuki doesn’t move.

Big, red eyes stare into his.

Neither of them blink.

Rain still falls around them. Fat drops of water crash to the ground and two creatures get soaked in a stare off.

The cat gives first, it carefully tilts its head before cautiously continuing the process of getting out from under the box. It’s eyes stay locked on Katsuki.

Katsuki blinks then, the movement is slow and he doesn’t dare move any other muscle.

The cat blinks back. The thing’s found its way out from the box and it takes a cautious step towards the blond. Its black, spikey fur is a little tangled and really wet. Its ears are back and flat against its head. The thing looks underfed, cold and ready to pounce.

Katsuki offers his hand.

The distance between the two is closed slowly. After a couple sniffles, the cat comes even closer, maybe it senses Katsuki’s warmth. Maybe it craves that warmth.

Fuck.

Katsuki didn’t think he’d be relating to a fucking alleycat when he left for his run an hour ago, yet here he is.

The boy carefully gives the shivering creature a pat on its head. The thing immediately demands for more.

No.

Fuck.

He can’t get attached to the fucking cat. He’s not even a cat person for fucks sake.

mew

A little black paw comes up to tap Katusuki’s hand after it paused in its movement. Big red eyes seem to glow in the dark.

Tch.

When the hell did he become so weak?

---

Katsuki prays to any deity that nobody hears him enter the dorms. He really really really does not need anybody talking to him right now.

The cat squirms around in Katsuki’s shirt. The thing’s still shivering a little bit, but it’s already much better than twenty minutes ago. It serves as a nice lil’ heater on Katsuki’s chest too.

After looking around to make sure the coast is clear, Katsuki makes a bee-line for the stairs. By some miracle, he actually manages to make it to his room undetected.

Once he’s got the cat inside, Katsuki does his best to help the little guy out.

First, he takes the thing to the showers. Luckily for them, it’s too early in the evening for anybody else to be around in the bathroom so they get all the space they need to clean/ warm up.

It doesn’t take long for Katsuki to discover the hardest part of the whole ‘cleaning process’. Even though the damn thing is already soaking wet, it absolutely refuses to touch the warm, clean water Katsuki prepared for it. Lets just say that giving the cat a much needed bath has earned the boy quite a couple scratches.

The cat’s an annoying lil’ beast.

After both of them are all cleaned up though, it’s easy for Katsuki to brush the tangles out of the cat’s fur. The animal doesn’t put up any fuss and it actually seems to lean into the touch.

Katsuki finds some dinner for the both of them after all that is said and done. The cat desperately needs some food and water and although there isn’t any cat food in the dorms, they both make due with some random things Katsuki finds in the kitchen.

It’s too late to go out to a pet store right now, that’s just going to have to be done tomorrow.

The rest of the night, Katsuki and the cat just chill together. Katsuki honestly never knew watching a cat chase a laser could be so entertaining.

This kind of sucks, he thinks a couple hours after he found this monstrosity of a creature stuck under a fucking cardboard box in some random alleyway.

He looks down to where the bundle of black fur is curled up on his chest, the damn thing is purring and maybe maybe it's definitely already earned a special spot in Katsuki's heart.

I can’t keep you.

Katsuki knows he can’t. It would be unfair to the cat and it would be too selfish of him.

It’s not like he wants it this way, but he knows- he knows the cat deserves better.

So, there’re really only two options:

1) Take the cat to a shelter. It’d probably find a good home to live in. There’s no guarantee that would be the case though.

2) … Aizawa’s birthday is coming up. Katsuki hasn’t thought about what he wants to give his sensei yet but, everyone knows the man has a soft spot for strays.

Yeah, Katsuki’s already made up his mind.

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It’s been a suspiciously normal birthday so far. Shota’s a little over 15 hours into the day and somehow, with his hell class, nothing drastic has happened yet. It’s almost unsettling, not that Shota’s complaining of course. He just… isn’t used to this relative normalness.

Whatever, he’s decided to just enjoy it. Perhaps the gods have finally decided to grant him a small break and the least Shota could do is accept that.

Anyway, Shota’s almost done giving his feedback speech to the kids and once it’s over, he’ll finally be free to take a much deserved nap.

“All in all, you guys did a good job today. Each of you know what you need to improve on individually so make sure you do. Dismissed.”

The class tiredly falters to the changing rooms at his words, except one stays where he is. The sight makes Shota sigh.

This is gonna be trouble, he thinks. The particular kid who's decided to stay behind is kind of notorious for- well he’s notorious for a bunch of things, but Shota will just use the word ‘danger’ for now.

Bakugou walks towards him as soon as the rest of the class is gone.

“Hey teach, I uhh gotchu somethin’.” The absolute hell child kind of awkwardly scratches the back of his head with those words. It’s obvious he’s having trouble with this, nevertheless Shota is incredibly proud of how far he’s come with his people skills. “Happy birthday I guess.”

Bakugou hands him a small, poorly wrapped package.

Honestly, Shota’s pretty surprised by the gesture. He… wasn’t expecting this. The class has already congratulated him with cake and gifts this morning, it was cheesy and sappy and sweet and it was done. The moment has already been had and it’s also already passed. Now Bakugou, of all people, is showing an extra form of affection towards him with whatever is wrapped in that paper.

Has the kid been hit with a quirk or something?

Unwrapping the package, Shota discovers... a collar.

Oh god.

It’s red with black seams on the outside and black with red seams on the inside.

Shota’s getting a very foreboding feeling about this, he’s also quite confused.

The man looks up to find Bakugou smirking.

“You can flip it around so either the black or red side shows.” The boy says.

“Bakugou, wha-?”

“I chose this colour cause it matches with his eyes.”

The kid crosses his arms over his chest. Somehow, the smirk on his face grows, an unnamed feeling in Shota’s chest grows with it.

“Also, I haven’t gotten a name tag yet cause I figured you’d want to name him yourself. Personally, I kinda liked ‘Dynamite’, but it’s obviously up to you though.”

Shota gulps. Pieces are falling together and he’s not sure he likes the picture they show.

What exactly did his devil spawn student do?

There’s no way- did he? Did he do what Shota thinks he’s done?

“Alright alright, look.” The kid says, hands up in a defensive stance. “Calm down sensei, jeez. Stop looking at me like you’re having a heart attack. I’ll explain, Okay?”

Shota takes a deep breath. He will show now sign of hope or excitement on his face.

“I was out on a run last week and I found a stray cat. I brought it back to the dorms cause it looked like shit and I- I just didn’t wanna leave it there.” Bakugou frowns at that, his gaze tears away from Shota’s and focuses on the ground instead. “Whatever. It’s really sweet and it deserves a good home. I knew you really liked cats and with your birthday coming up and all I just kinda figured you might want him? If you don’t then that’s fine of course, I just- hmph. It’s a good cat, okay?” The words are spoken clearly, Shota knows they’re used to hide insecurities though. Katsuki’s on the defensive.

There’s a lot to unpack. The main thing Shota notes is that Katsuki’s clearly gotten attached to this cat of his.

To be honest, Shota’s already made up his mind about this.

“So, you’re telling me you’ve been hiding a cat in your dorm room for a week now? You’re aware that’s against the rules right?” He keeps his voice calm and monotone.

The kid huffs. “Yeah, I have. And I do. I wanted to wait till your birthday to give him to you though, it’d kinda spoil the surprise if I told you.”

“True.” Shota stands up, thank god his capture weapon is there to hide his smile.

Katsuki looks up to him and there’s a bit of a pause. He stares at Bakugou and Bakugou stares right back.

“Well, am I going to be allowed to meet Dynamite or what?” Shota says, one brow quirked up in challenge.

Bakugou releases a breath, shoulders relaxing. “Yeah, you better take good care of him though, sensei. You won’t be forgiven if you don’t.” There’s a smirk on the boy’s lips, but his eyes are dead serious.

A fucking shovel talk.

Heh, leave it to his hell child to give such a casual yet intimidating shovel talk about a cat.

Pretty impressive.

He’ll be a fine hero, Shota thinks.

---

So, Dynamite is a fucking angel. Shota loves him and it’s no wonder Bakugou got so attached to him, the cat literally follows the boy around everywhere and Bakugou is definitely its favorite person.

It’s kind of nice, seeing the kid relax and let loose whenever he comes over to the teachers dorm for the creature. It happens quite often and Shota even brings the thing over to the dorms sometimes, just so Bakugou can hang out with it for a while.

What? It’s good to see the kid’s shoulders slump down whenever Dynamite sits on his lap. Bakugou absentmindedly strokes soft, black fur and the actions automatically makes his guard drop, albeit slightly.

Honestly, at this point Dynamite isn’t even his cat anymore. It’s his and Bakugou’s cat.

Shota doesn’t mind.

#IM SO SORRY THIS TOOK FOREVER TO ANSWER #pls forgive me ive just been so busy #and i really kinda hated my writing #but i felt so guilty for making you wait so long :((#am very very sorry #anyway #the cat and katsuki are besties :)#Dynamite chills on katsukis shoulders all the time #it very cute #bnha #bakugou katsuki #shota aizawa #a cat #BNHA Headcanons #my hero academia #Headcanon #disclaimer btw: i know nothing about cats #do like them tho #folder ask!!

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f0xfordcomma · 3 years

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re:union (kataang week 2021) DAY SIX

prompt: tease

re:union

chapter six: his hands (again)

rating: T*

*note: I updated the rating because this chapter is ever so slightly ~ahem~ suggestive in places

words: 1338

summary: “Exactly!” She jabbed him playfully in the chest with a finger. “I was clearly trying to help you out! And you’re welcome for dealing with Zhu, and for providing you with a much needed cold shower.”

read it on ao3

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“Get back here, Aang!” Katara was dripping wet and propelling herself on a wave across Yue Bay in pursuit of her screaming sparring partner.

Aang, in a similar state of saturation, produced a small tornado to shoot himself up into the air and out of the way of her water blast as she neared him. He almost missed the chance to evade her attack, unable to see through his tears of laughter.

“That’s cheating!” She hollered up at him, her hair whipping around her face from the force of the flurry, her hands planted on her hips, and her lips pouting out in protest.

“It’s just self-defense! I was being hunted by a crazed waterbender!”

“Oh shut up, you deserved it.” She made a show of wringing the water out of her hair with her hands (even though she could have used her bending to quickly dry it) and maintained scowling eye-contact with him while the droplets rejoined the sea. “You messed up my hair.”

“You messed up mine first.”

“You don’t have hair!”

“Well, no. But still! You started it!”

“Oh hush, you needed a shower anyway.”

“Did I really smell that bad?”

“Appa smells better.”

“I was planning to freshen up… thanks for the save with Councilman Pointy Nose back there, by the way. I just got a little caught up with everything and then my shoulder and… well, here we are.” Aang lowered himself back down to the water and stood in front of Katara, shrugging in feigned composure.

“Exactly!” She jabbed him playfully in the chest with a finger. “I was clearly trying to help you out! And you’re welcome for dealing with Zhu, and for providing you with a much needed cold shower.”

Her cheeks burned. His burned too. The insinuation had been an accident, but Aang couldn’t exactly deny the veracity of the statement. Waterbending practice with Katara had always been one of his favorite things. And it had everything to do with the push and pull and peace of the water and absolutely nothing to do with Katara’s waterbending outfit (or lack thereof) and the way that her hips swayed and her hair swished and her lips puckered and her hands… it had nothing to do with any of that.

Aang quickly averted eye-contact, worried that Katara could read the thoughts running rampant through his mind. He took her hand, which had gone slack on his chest, in his own and brought it down to her side, squeezing it gently. “I’m sorry I ruined your hair. C-Can I help fix it for you?”

For someone who didn’t have any hair of his own, Aang was surprisingly skilled with the stuff. When they were kids, still schlepping around the world on Appa and hiding out from the fire nation, they’d sometimes pass the time by practicing braids.

Katara had mastered a wide assortment of braids and knots, thanks to her childhood spent with women and fishing nets. First, she taught them to him using strings or reeds or fabric scraps, whatever they could find laying around.

He had taken to the act easily, creating an impressive collection of woven jewelry. Sometimes, they would hand them out to the people that they met on their journeys.

He made her necklace in secret, searching for the most fragrant grasses around their campsite and practicing the most complex braid sequence that she had taught him. He made seventeen imperfect necklaces before settling on the one that he finally ended up giving to her. Perhaps, handing the rejects out to the girls in Makapu village hadn’t been his best idea.

“Can’t you guys find anything better to do?” Sokka had complained once, while digging through a saddle bag full of bracelets in search of some squirreled away seal-jerky. “This is getting excessive.” After their sojourn in the great divide, the storage bags on Appa’s saddle where they’d kept all of the twisted trinkets had been mysteriously emptied.

They moved on to hair. Appa was an exceptional pet for someone learning how to braid. For a time, his entire hide was covered in a variety of plaits. Sometimes they collected flowers to weave in. Appa’s hair became a tapestry of their travels. Flowers from Omashu and Chin and the foggy swamp and Gaoling detailed where they had been. Sokka, though prone to some grumbling at how effeminate it made the “big and burly” bison look, did appreciate the way the floral fragrance nearly disguised his smell, nearly.

Then, Appa had been taken, and Aang’s hands had gotten anxious. One night Katara watched him absentmindedly pick at the skin on his thumb, dig the dirt out from under his nails, wring his fingers together until they were red, tap a stuttering tune on his knee. He needed something to do with his hands. She pulled her hair out of its braid and sat in front of him wordlessly, letting him brush his fingers through it, plait and unplait and replait sections of it. His hands were hesitant at first, drawing back with a start if he accidentally grazed her scalp, her ear, her neck. Over time, though, they both grew comfortable with the closeness. It became normal to him, routine. Run, hide, bend. Eat, sleep, meditate. Play with Katara’s hair until my hands stop shaking.

“That—actually that would be great.” Katara’s scarlet blush deepened as she babbled on. “I was kind of wanting to do something special with it for tonight anyway and Toph isn’t exactly the ideal girlfriend to have when it comes to hair and it's too late to make an appointment and—”

“Katara.” He was still holding her hand, he squeezed it.

“Hmm?”

“Shall we?”

“Oh! Right!” She allowed him to lead her out of the water and toward a shady spot along the bay.

She sat down. He squatted behind her, taking care not to fall into old habits and allow his legs to wrap around hers, settling her into his lap, the way that they would sit when they would do this before.

His fingers were gentle as they brushed the tangles out, bent the lingering water from her locks. He separated her water-born waves into four chunks, braiding each in turn, then wrapping the sections together into a detailed top-knot. He’d left her signature hair loopies out, and they now dangled limply around her face while the rest of her hair was pulled back.

“Can you face me, real quick?”

Gingerly, Katara lifted from her seat and positioned herself on her own knees in front of Aang. Their eyes parallel with one another. Their breaths catching simultaneously.

With trembling hands, Aang reached up to braid the sections of hair around her face and slowly secured them into the bun, as well. He surveyed his handiwork. She closed her eyes against his gaze.

“It needs something…”

A flash of yellow, a sprig of daylilies growing along the beach, caught his eye. He stood to retrieve a bloom and felt her eyes following him as he went.

When he returned, she was standing, watching him with a fond smile on her face and one hand gently patting her head to survey the detailed hair-do. “Aang, this is beautiful.”

He was in front of her. He towered over her. His hands were warm where they brushed her ear as he stuck the flower into the hair there. “Now it is.”

Grey.

Blue.

She licked her lips. In her mind, there were only clouds.

A pebble hit Aang right between the eyes. He grunted, he drew away from her in pain and confusion.

“Glad to see you missed me, Twinkletoes! Been in town five whole hours and didn’t bother to even say hello. Get your lily-livered asses up here, I was sent to find you. It’s almost time for the feast and ol’ pointy is having a conniption fit about the dumplings, or something.”

Toph chuckled to herself the whole walk back to Republic Square, flanked, on either side, by the quickest heartbeats she’d ever felt.

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In which Aang and Katara tease each other, and I tease YOU. (Mwahahahahaha)

@kataang-week

chapter one

chapter two

chapter three

chapter four

chapter five

chapter seven

#kataang week 2021 #kataang #ao3 #foxford writes words #avatar the last airbender #atla #katara #aang #tease #re:union

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jonahintwstmchybridau · 3 years

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What are Hybrids?

Hybrids are humans with special physical traits and magic power. In this universe, just like the real world, magic is considered taboo, and being a hybrid is equivalent to witchcraft. Nobody really knows how hybrids came to be, they’re just there, living together with humans for a long time.

It is easy to distinguish a human from a hybrid. Hybrids are known for their unusual hair and eye colors, some even have additional features, like pointy ears, wings, and colored skin.

There are several types of hybrids recorded in the archive:

Avian

They are creatures the closest to humans, but with pointy ears and wings. Their wings are in form of a domestic or flightless bird. Despite having wings, they cannot fly but can still glide to safety. They also can run faster than average humans. However, avian is known to be a lover of high places. Like a bird, they sleep above the rest, making their own nest. They are also known to be vegans. If they eat meat, tell have a stomachache for a long time.

Known example: Jonah Argentum (duck wings)

Arachnid

They have added three pairs of hands, like a spider. They can climb walls without ladders and only their natural sticky hands. They can spit and weave a web, using it to trap their enemies. However, they are known to be carnivorous. They cannot digest nutrients from plants.

Elyrian

Elyrians are nearly similar to avians, with their pointy ears and wings. But their wings have more variants, from birds that can fly to mythical beings. With their wings, elyrian are one of a few hybrids who can fly. Their body is really light, and because of that, they can’t wear heavy armors. Elyrian is very close to the sky, but when the ceiling is too low, it’ll become harder for them to breathe. They can also manipulate control and bend light at will, but unable to produce it themselves. Being at a great height can be a bad thing, for if an elyrian falls they’ll bleed more than regular humans.

Known example: Charlotte Luchessi (four-fairy wings)

Shulk

Shulk, while looks like humans, can be spotted by the colorful freckles on their body, rough skin, and colored ears. When it comes to physical strength, shulk is the strongest among all creatures. Even with their bare hand, they can kill people. They are harder to bleed because of their thick skin. However, that great strength can be a bad thing, for they cannot carry a light weapon or a shield, for to balance their strength, they need a larger weapon that needs to be held with two hands.

Known example: Astrid Lancaster (purple freckles & ears)

Enderian

Enderian can be spotted by their pointy-ended tail and pointy ears. They cannot maintain eye contact, their instinct keeps telling them to run away. For that, they can teleport with their self-produced ender pearls (which is also one of the ingredients to activate the End Portal). However, their skin is very allergic to seawater, itching and burning whenever they touch the sea. They are also, for some reason, allergic to pumpkin, which would lead them to similar to food poisoning.

Known example: Rose Fall

Merling

Merling is the only hybrid known to be able to live underwater. They are known for having a pair of fishtails instead of legs and ear-fins instead of regular ears. They can live in any water temperature and depth. Unlike others, they can breathe, see clearly, and swim faster than regular humans. When they are above water, they can manipulate the water surrounding them, creating waves to scare away boats and drag sailor into the depth of the sea, but unable to produce a drop out of nowhere. However, like many sea creatures, they cannot live out water for too long, or else they’ll reverse-drown.

Known example: Andrea Williams

Blazeborn

Blazeborn, like their name, is a creature of fire. They are born and raised in the hottest place in the Nether. They are immune to fire and can manipulate the fire surrounding them. They can also produce blaze rods, which can be turned into fire (also being one of the ingredients to activate the End Portal). Because of their fiery stomach, they can burn out any foreign things that enter their body, making them immune to poison. However, being born in fire, they are very much get hurt very easily in contact with water, like reverse-burning.

Phantom

They are known being the few hybrids who have colorful skin, almost greyish-color. They also have fuzzy-like big ears and thin tail. Phantom is the creature who loves to haunt others. They can be invisible and walk through walls but still not immune to fire. They are also one of the hybrids who can fly. They are also has the ability to possess others or giving nightmares to their targets. However, they are very sensitive to the sunlight, their skin will burn under the sun.

Known example: Cole Wynton

Feline

Like their name, the feline has features like a cat, mainly pointy ears on top of their head and a cat tail. Like a cat, they always land on their feet from jumping from high places and is naturally acrobatic. They are known to be thieves, carrying extra luggage with their mouths, including weapons. However, like a cat, they sleep very often in various unexpected places.

Fox

Fox is known as a cheeky hybrid, with their fox ears on top of their head and fluffy tail. Their body size is smaller than average humans, but they are faster with those tiny legs. They are also known as nocturnal creatures. They aren’t like ordinary fox though. They can go invisible if they want but only when they are standing still. They can also levitate things if they have too much luggage.

Known example: Lynette Mitchell

Slimecican

Slimecican has very elastic and rather sticky, bright colorful skins. They are known as a good bouncer. They are also known for their retractable body. They will be smaller when they got hit, but they are able to suck back their gooey body part when they are cut, making them hard to kill. But their slime body has really fast metabolism.

Starborne

Starborne is known to be the strongest hybrid among all and ruler of the Nether. It said that they came from the stars. They are known for their horns/antlers and star in their eyes. Like a meteor shower, they have a very powerful punch that can lead to an explosion. They can also call forth the stars, sending bright light from the sky as deathly rays. In addition, they are immune to fire because of the Nether environment. However, while they have good eyesight in the dark, they are short-sighted under the light. They are also very easy to get tired, one punch can make them collapse.

Known example: Glory Corbett; Lunaris Royal Family; Mother Gothel

Inchling

They are known for their small body, possibly the smallest among the hybrids. Because of their small stature, they can enter areas hidden and narrow where nobody can reach. They also have sticky hands that allow them to climb walls without ladders. They need less food to survive, and like ants, sugar can become a great energy bar. But their small size can be a blessing or curse. While it’s easier for them to avoid attacks, in turn, it’s harder for them to land an attack on their enemies.

Bumblebee

Just like their name, bumblebee is one of the hybrids that can fly, with their bee wings and antenna. Like their name origin, bumblebee has poisonous scratches and is a vegetarian, but they can also eat raw flowers. However, when the sun comes down, they will instantly fall asleep no matter what the situation which can be dangerous. Flying in the rain also becomes harder for them.

Floran

This hybrid is known for the sprout or flower coming out from their head. They are known to be the most variant of the hybrids because of the large number of plants in the world. They are comrades with plants, able to grow their own plant according to what they are born in. However, like plants, they can’t live anywhere. Some cannot handle the burning heat, some cannot live in the arctic. Everything will depend on their plant gene and their diet only consist of soil, water, sometimes fertilizer.

Piglin

They are the warriors of the Nether, able to live in the hellish heat, making them immune to fire and great in strength. They love gold and control the trading route in the Nether. They are also the oldest hybrid clan ever recorded to have their own deity to worship: the Blood God. However, they are strictly carnivorous and will get hurt from water.

Known example: Raymond Hugo and Basil’s piglin uncle

#twst mc hybrid au

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nikkzwrites · 4 years

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The Lies We Told | Disco!Spock x Reader | Star Trek Fan Fiction

Content Warning: Sexual Assault (Resolved very quickly), Death.

Genre: Angst, Romance, Hurt, Fluff, Comfort

Words: 13524

It all started at the Academy. You were sitting in an orientation room looking at all the other people trying for the science program when you saw him walk in. Your heart stopped. He was miraculous. His energy was one you had never felt before. You watched him glide to the teacher.

Your friend leaned over to your table from behind and whispered a mimicking stuck up know it all voice, “Hello, yes. I heard we are getting our lab partners assigned to us today.” You two watched as the teacher nodded and motioned towards the empty seat next to you. Your friend laughed but then quickly growled as they saw the tall man turned back to the teacher. Without looking, you knew their face twisted in disgust. They leaned back up and whispered in an irritated voice, “Good luck with that one, love.” Their chair screaming as they settled back into their place.

Your eyes had not left the man until you saw him turn to walk towards space next to you. You blankly stared ahead and swallowed hoping he hadn’t noticed you staring earlier. You heard the seat screech and adjust under his weight. He cleared his throat. You turned to look at him. His features were as strong and distinct as his stride. You could feel him studying you as well. You let out a breath about to introduce yourself when he beat you to the punch.

“Just please call me Spock. You will not be able to pronounce my name. It would be the most optimal for both of us if you just referred to me as the aforementioned if you need to refer to me at all.”

You squinted at him, “What do you mean by ‘if I need to refer to you at all?’” You didn’t like his tone at all at this point. You understood he was raised in a cut-throat education system, but he needed to learn that was not how you treated people.

He looked at your evident rising anger and stated as if simple fact, “I had not planned for having a ‘lab partner.’ It seems like a glorified buddy system.”

You opened your mouth for a comeback when your friend intervened and asked, “Are you sure you are quite cut out for Star Fleet and not the Vulcan Science Academy, Mr. Spock?” They enunciated every part of Mr. Spock with dripping anger. They had completely leaned over to put themselves in between you and the Vulcan.

Spock looked past the interruption and spoke as if it simply did not happen, “Do you have a name to which I can refer to you as? Is it not rude to not properly introduce yourself after someone did you the pleasure of introducing themselves?”

Through gritted teeth, you gave the man your name. He was very confused by your rising tension. He just didn’t seem to be in touch with what was going on. This made you soften your guard a bit.

“Also, I would prefer to help in which I can. The Vulcan Science Academy would not serve to help others in quite the same way,” He addressed your friend who was still leaning their body over their desk to keep it between the two of you, “You should also sit back. You are going to hurt yourself if you continue.”

You couldn’t help but laugh at the interaction. He really had no idea how to interact with people past how the Vulcans had taught. Surprisingly, it was endearing. He clearly just needed help adjusting.

It didn’t take long for the two of you to become close. Once you learned that his communication just was more direct and all logic-based, things went more smoothly. It even grew to the two of you spending most of your time together. It was uncommon for anyone to see one of you with the other close by.

At first, you stuck close to him because he seemed lonely. The first lunch you had you saw him sitting in the mess hall alone. He looked so alone. You couldn’t just let him be there all by himself. You walked straight to his table and sat down. When he saw you sit down next to him, he lifted his brow. You replied, “We will need to get used to being in close quarters if we are going to be working together as lab partners.”

Without another word, the two of you ate together. This went on for a good while. Despite the two of you having different classes and training, your schedules still linked up very well. Your planetary command classes were the exact same times as his space training classes. So you stuck close to him like glue until he had gotten some other friends.

Everything went well after that. Well, until the incident happened. You were helping your professor clean the lab. It was late. The sun was already down by the time you were walking out. That was when a shadow loomed over you. Your legs backed you into the wall to try and getaway.

That was when you heard the man’s voice. It was hate. He sounded like a monster. His voice sounded as if it were glass tumbling in the garbage disposal running on high. He growled and said, “What, you stood me up because I’m not good enough for you?”

Your breath shortened and quickened. Your brain raced through everything. You gasped as you remembered your friend had set you up with one of the boys in security command training. Your hands went up to your mouth. “I’m-,” you started.

The man slammed his hand against the wall, keeping you pinned there. “What,” he questioned. He reeked of alcohol. It made your eyes water. He yelled, “Is it because I’m not that Vulcan? Is that it?” He growled and whispered, “Just a Vulcan fucker? Is it the pointy ears? The lack of emotion?” He pushed you against the wall. Your head throbbed. Your throat burned. Everything in you begged for you to scream but you couldn’t. You were frozen. “Or is it because they are rough? I can give you that too,” He taunted. Your eyes squeezed shut for the hit. Then you heard the man say, “They’re fine.” There was no hit, but you felt a shuffle. “I said, they are fine,” the man yelled.

You instinctively braced for a hit again, scared from his tone. Again, it didn’t come. There was a large thud near your feet. Your eyes widened open. You were shaking and the man now rest at your feet. He looked...dead. You gasped.

“Are you alright,” A familiar soothing voice rolled over to you. You felt a smooth warm hand touch your face. You looked up to see Spock standing there. You finally heard your voice as you sobbed. His hands were normally cold. You felt him lead you away. His voice seemed so far away once more. “I called the officer. Let’s walk over here and wait,” his voice fought against your head drowning him out. He sat you down on the bench. His hand never left yours.

You closed your eyes. Everything was spinning. Your soul wanting to expel from your body through your mouth. You didn’t open your eyes again until you felt Spock squeeze your shoulder. You looked from your shaking hands up at the officer. You explained all that you could to him. You refused to have Spock leave your side. Even when they questioned him, you stood next to his side. The officer sighed and said that when you had a clearer head, to come in to give a more detailed statement. You nodded.

When you turned to see the officer’s vehicle, a force turned you and pulled you into Spock’s chest. He held you there for a second and stated, “Let’s get back.” He walked with you towards the dormitories. When you turned to go to your building, Spock grabbed your arm. He shook his head and said, “You shouldn’t go back alone. Come to my dorm.”

You shook your head. “But,” your quivering voice stuttered out, “I’m not alone. I’ll-.”

“Wasn’t your dorm mate the one who set up the date,” He asked. You knew from the way he said it, he meant it more as a statement of example for you to stay with him. You simply nodded. He went to further explain, “We have special techniques and abilities as Vulcans to deal with trauma, so it would be best if you stayed with me until we can get you to a professional.”

You tried to think back to what day it was. You furrowed your brow in deep thought. You had eaten twice Monday. Three times Tuesday. You took a shower Wednesday. Thursday, Spock introduced you to his mentor here. That was the day before. That would mean that it was Friday. Once you came to the conclusion, you made the comment that it was Friday to Spock.

He nodded and said, “I know. It is not ideal, but we must do what we must.”

This was the first time you actually looked at him since everything had happened. He was wearing a black set of tight workout gear. His hair stuck to his face with sweat. He was wearing running shoes. You touched his shirt and rubbed it between your fingers. Yeah, you thought to yourself, that was the feeling of that TransDry type fabric. You were so transfixed by his shirt and outfit, you didn’t get to see him smiling.

“Would you mind if I told my mother about the incident,” He asked snapping you out of your trance. He watched you for a second before continuing, “She and I call each other three times a week.”

You nodded and smiled at him. You tried to imagine what Spock’s mother must be like. This wasn’t the first time he’s mentioned her, but it was always just a passing comment. It was rather surprising to you that his mother would call him so frequently. You guessed that even for a Vulcan, she was still a mother. You followed his lead to his dorm. He let you enter first. That is when you saw a picture of a brown-haired human woman on the wall. You smiled and rushed to it. You motioned to it and turned to Spock, “She’s beautiful. Spock, who is she?”

Spock effortlessly strolled into the room. He nodded towards the picture, that struck you as odd, but it was Spock. He motioned and settled, “This is my mother Amanda Grayson.” He turned more towards the picture. When you looked back at it, you realized that this was not a picture, but instead a communication relay. Your face flushed as Spock introduced you. He turned back to you and said, “I will gather some spare clothes. You should take a shower. I will be right here if you need anything.”

“If this is a bad time,” Amanda giggled, “We can always speak tomorrow.” She waved to you with a motherly smile. His mother made you feel safer. Everything about him made you feel safe anyway, but her presence just calmed you in a way you couldn’t describe. You waved back as Spock gathered what he mentioned.

“Not at all Mother,” Spock spoke as he handed you a pair of sweatpants surprisingly your size and an oversized hoodie, “This is actually the perfect time. I would like your advice and my lab partner would most definitely benefit from your perspective.”

Once you had the clothes in your hands, you walked into his bathroom. You paused. He was so clean. Not a single thing seemed to be out of place. You gently placed the clothes on the counter before standing confused. Towels. You didn’t want to go disturb his call again, so you elected to dig. You opened one cabinet. It was mostly empty. You closed that one and opened another one. Finding the towels, you grabbed one and placed it on the counter as well before going into the shower.

Spock waited until he heard the water running, he turned back to his mother and explained what had happened. He stared. His insides eating him from the inside. He never felt such rage against another person before. He looked at his mother and said, “He was taunting them about me. The man didn’t like that we are so close.”

Amanda sighed. She wished she could be there to comfort her son. “Most people do not enjoy the idea of someone they are interested in being interested in someone else,” She explained. She continued, “Most humans don’t like other humans enjoying Vulcan company past business. I can understand.” She paused. “Spock,” Amanda pleaded, “You are allowed to let out how you feel.”

Spock nodded, “All of my feelings are understandable given the situation, but allowing myself to act upon them past where I have already will be illogical.” He grit his teeth together trying to keep himself calm. He heard his bathroom door open and he bowed his head, “I am going to speak with my partner. If they are comfortable, may you help them? I, too, need a shower.”

Amanda nodded.

You watched as Spock walked over to you. He had an energy that you couldn’t place from him. He leaned to you and asked you if you would be comfortable with him showering while you spoke with his mother. You slowly nodded but your hand reached for his.

Spock tried to give you a small smirk. He pat your head and whispered, “I will be right there. It’s okay.”

You nodded slowly and walked to speak with his mother. She must have sensed your nervousness because she waited until Spock was gone before speaking.

“I heard that you were tormented because of my son’s race,” She said simply.

You nodded and sobbed. You let out all your emotions there. Large tears ran down your face.

Amanda sighed and said, “You understand the easiest way for it to not happen again would be to sepera-.”

Before she could finish her sentence, you screamed, “I don’t want to. But I don’t want that.” You covered your mouth and sobbed again, “I’m sorry. I… I can’t.” You looked down at the floor and watched as the tears fell to the ground. You whispered, “I love him too much.” You looked at her shaking your head rubbing your eyes through small sniffles, “He’s my best friend and I love him too much to leave just because someone may hurt me. They would have to kill me if they hate that he is my closest friend for me to ever part from him.”

Amanda smiled gently and you could see where his softness came from. All of Spock’s compassion and love was directly spawned from her. Her own eyes teared up. Amanda wiped her eyes her voice low, “Thank you.” She laughed at herself and said, “But please never let my son hear you say any of that. It would burden him too much.”

You smiled and laughed through your tears, “I know. He would also scold me for being so illogical about the situation.” The two of you laughed. As you waited for Spock, she told you stories of when Spock was younger. Her voice soothed you. You sat on his bed cross-legged and just listened. The ways she described everything made you long for Vulcan. You yearned to go back to that time and be there for him then.

This caused you to jump when you heard Spock’s voice once more. “If you can excuse us Mother,” Spock started, “I have to make plans for tomorrow.” They gave each other, what you learned in class, the Vulcan salute and signed off.

You crawled over to him and knelt on the edge of the bed, “You have to teach me how to do that?” You tried by yourself and all your fingers drifted apart instead of just separating in the middle.

You could see him fighting off a smile as he walked over to you. He curled your hand down and said, “I will some other time. You need to get your rest.”

You huffed at him and waddled over towards the wall’s side of the bed to allow him room. Then you collapsed with another huff. You heard him shift behind you causing you to turn to face him once more, “Are you not going to join me? Logically it is the best way for the two-”

“Logically,” he interrupted, “It would be better if we took shifts, but seeing that you need your rest more than that, I can understand your point.” He slipped into the bed next to you. He laid straight on his back, staring at the ceiling.

You propped yourself up on your elbow and asked, “What are you thinking about?”

Spock sighed, “I’m running through all the scenarios in my head about the next approach forward for tomorrow.”

You nodded and laid down. You asked, “Is it okay if I rest my head on you?”

Spock froze. He seemed to be taken aback by the request. He nodded slowly and outstretched his arm so that you could cuddle into his chest. When you snuggled in, you rest your hand on his abdomen area and felt his heartbeat. He was cool like normal. He asked, “Comfortable?”

You nodded and asked, “Can you play with my hair?”

He let out a breath that you could tell was him giving a small laugh, “of course.” His long fingers softly traced your scalp and ran through your hair. You listened as he started to murmur, “One thing was certain, that the white kitten had had nothing to do with it:—it was the black kitten’s fault entirely. For the white kitten had been having its face washed by the old cat for the last quarter of an hour (and bearing it pretty well, considering); so you see that it couldn’t have had any hand in the mischief.” His slow rhythmic breathing accompanied by his absentminded mumbling lulled you into a deep sleep.

After that day, you transferred into the space training program. Spock helped you catch up with the rest of the group were in physical health. That meant every morning and night you two jogged at least two miles. After that, you two were inseparable. Eating, sleep schedules, classes, the two of you did it all together. You jogged beneath the autumn falling leaves. The crunching beneath both of your feet was music into your ears. You both read together while the snowflakes drifted to the ground. As you two would walk back, you would have a snowball fight together as a reward. During the spring, you sat outside identifying all the flora and fauna you could after a hike going into the wide-open fields where you two would hideaway. The summer was spent in the pool with gravity training. Of course, your friend group couldn’t allow Spock just to be in a pool without having some fun. First, you played volleyball. They also wanted to play Shoulder Wars. You laughed as they convinced your lab partner that it was to “improve interpersonal skills” and “to test abilities in high-stress situations.”

Spock was perturbed a bit when the group told him that he couldn’t be in a partnership with you because that would be cheating. He didn’t like having other people touching him in such an intimate way and having to touch someone in such a way either. He preferred to have been with you in a partnership. He was used to being touched and touching you. He felt a jealousy building when you partnered with someone.

The next time, he required to play on a team with you. The group actually had a fun time. You and Spock did not win every game. Your group played until no one could hold themselves anymore. That night, your group created a bonfire at an open field not too far away. Some of the men howled as the rest of the group laughed. Poor Spock shifted in his seat questioning everything. You smiled gently at him and sat next to him.

“This is highly illogical. What sort of a celebration is this,” He questioned.

You giggled, “It’s just how we as humans let out all the stress built up over the year.” You smiled at him, “If you want to leave we can, I just wanted you to be able to experience it once and to at least have real fire-roasted marshmallows.”

He nodded, “I understand. I appreciate your interest in showing me customs.” He looked amongst the group of friends. Some were now becoming intimate with each other. He looked back into your eyes. The crackling of the fire was very relaxing if he had to admit to himself. His lips curled at the edges for a second. “I would like to help you with my home’s salute if you will let me,” Spock commented.

You wiggled a bit excited, “Really?” You turned to him so that he may be more effective with his teaching.

Spock lifted his hand towards you and motioned for you to place your hand against his. You followed his lead. Your hand slowly closed the gap by pressing your index and middle fingertips against his. This caused a jolt between you two. Your breath caught in your throat for a moment as you stared. Spock’s face illuminated with a mint green before closing the gap of your hands himself. Once he did, you felt as if you were able to breathe again. Your head reeling from the experience. You could only describe it at the time as similar to what you would see in a romantic movie when the two characters finally shared a kiss. You opened your mouth to speak but Spock immediately drew attention back to the original issue.

“This is the motion that you would need. I am sure your muscles are simply not used to exercising this function,” Spock motioned to him slowly coaxing your fingers to follow his, “Here we are getting them accustomed to such a motion.”

You followed his movements. Your fingers still seemed to still give resistance. You looked up at Spock who looked back towards you as well. Your heart raced at his gentle touch. You pulled away and smiled, “Thank you for trying to help.”

He nodded, “It would not be the first time I tried to teach someone the Vulcan salute.” He looked back at the burning fire. It felt as if it were injected straight into his veins. He felt it rage and flare within him. He turned to you and it both calmed yet it also increased its intensity.

The rest of your three years together seemed to rush past. There were more small moments together that only the two of you shared, but it all seemed to build to nothing. Spock always seemed to deflect the situation which grew to you naturally following suit.

Spock sighed. He practiced to himself, “I know that we are going to be getting our assignments soon. I would like to request…” He took a deep breath, “your… permission for us to be assigned to the same orders. Ideally, I would like us to be partnered on the same starship. Would you agree to this?”

Amanda smiled at her son, “You are going to do well my darling Spock.” She clasped her hands together in excitement, “Please promise me you will bring her to Vulcan as soon as possible.”

Spock nodded towards his mother and commented, “As fast as humanly possible.” He straightened himself up, “I will take my leave.”

Amanda nodded, “Good luck.”

“This has nothing to do with luck,” He gently explained to his mother, “It is simply the question of desire to be attached to me forever. Are you sure T’Ping will agree?”

“That girl has already expressed her extreme happiness for the arrangement,” She said. She sighed and said, “Please let me know what happens.”

Spock nodded, “I will.” He bid his mother goodbye before walking out to find you.

You ran. The flowers were so beautiful, but you had no time to wait. You dodged some of the potential new recruits as you tried to fight your way to your lab partner. You smiled and twirled with him once you were able to grab ahold of him. His strong hands held you steady as you laughed. You threw your arms around him. “Spock,” you exclaimed out of breath from running to him.

His eyes furrowed with worry. “Are you alright,” he asked straightening your tousled hair.

You nodded hurriedly, “Yes!” You smiled, “Oh Spock, I could just kiss you right here I’m so happy.” You pressed his forehead against yours.

His brow raised and he commented, “Here wouldn’t be the most appropriate setting. I do have the question of what has made you so happy that you are acting more irrationally than normally.”

“I got it,” you laughed. You nuzzled the Vulcan, “I was picked by Professor Paul Stamets to help with his research! Isn’t that exciting?”

Spock sighed, “Yes. That is very exciting.” He smiled and pulled away. He pressed his hand against your cheek, “I-” He thought for a second. His body froze as he thought back to the memory. He remembered his sister yelling at him, ‘Love? You aren’t capable of love.’ Spock shook his head.

You reached out to him. You touched his cheek and with a hushed tone whispered, “Spock?” You never had seen him like this.

‘You are Vulcan,’ Burnham repeated in his mind, ‘You will always be cold and distant. Like a moon, somewhere. You aren’t worth my effort.’

You grabbed his hand with your other hand and repeated louder, “Spock.”

He blinked and looked back at you. He raised his brow in confusion.

“Are you alright,” You asked gently.

Spock nodded, “Yes. I just wanted to congratulate you.” He pat your head, “why don’t we tell everyone else the news? I am sure you will make plenty of people jealous.”

Just like that, Spock let go of his want to ask you to stay with him for the rest of your life. He deemed it as selfish and illogical that you would want to ever choose to be with him forever. You were so far out of his reach. He shouldn’t even try.

It wasn’t until years later that you had even the slightest hint of Spock in your life. He was so busy on his new starship the Enterprise, that it never seemed like you would be able to link up properly. You could understand that. It wasn’t anything personal, you thought.

Working aboard the Discovery now, you were busy as well. Stamets always seemed to have some wild thing you needed to work on. You could say that the Discovery helped you realize the seriousness of all the training exercises all those years ago. Especially once Michael Burnham boarded the ship.

She seemed so similar to your old Vulcan friend. This immediately drew you to her. You forced yourself on her. Your mentor Stamets first had told you that you were supposed to get a Vulcan mutineer that was going to be assigned to your group.

“You were really good friends with that Vulcan in the Academy right,” He asked as you two worked on the mycelial network. Both of you trying to help it grow so that your supply wouldn’t deplete.

You smiled widely, “You mean Spock? Yes! What about it?” You continued your work.

Stamets sighed, “We are getting a Vulcan assigned to us. They were supposedly a mutineer. I want you to help catch them up to speed. Just remember what you can and cannot tell civilians, got it?”

Nodding wildly, you replied, “Roger Dodger.”

You danced out of the lab excited to meet the newbie. Your smile was wide from ear to ear. “Hello,” you called out. You watched as a young black woman turned towards you. You didn’t recognize her. You squinted.

Michael turned whenever she heard the musical voice call out. She assumed it must have been meant for her. She walked over and stood in front of the person calling her. Her eyebrow raised slightly.

You gasped at her brow raise. You smiled, “Yoooooouuu must be the new Vulcan I was told about.” You walked around studying her, “I mean, there was clearly a misunderstanding. But I can tell you must have been raised by Vulcans.”

Michael looked at the strange scientist circling her. She followed with her head and asked, “And how can you tel-”

You interrupted her, “Oh dear! Yes. My best friend at the Academy was a Vulcan. He was very intuned with their customs. So judging on your mannerisms, you must have been raised there as well. You share about 85% of the same mannerisms. If I were a fool, I would say so similar you two could have been related.” You smiled at her.

Michael nodded, “Right. Well.”

“Oh yeah,” you interrupted again, “Catch up time~! Well, catch up to speed, but not so much because a loooott of stuff is classified but enough to get you working. You went to the Vulcan Science Academy? Luckily you! This code over…” You bounced to the main station. You furrowed your brow. “Huh,” you questioned, “where did that broken code go.”

That was when Stamets walked into the room and grilled Burnham handing her the code and dismissing her. He turned to you and motioned, “Go. Out of my sight. Don’t come back before you’ve got something.”

You got along very well with her. You didn’t realize that it was because she was your best friend’s sister until you learned that Sarek was her father. By that point, you didn’t want to make an issue of anything, so you stayed silent.

When Michael collapsed that day, you were the first to recognize what had happened. You brought her back into the medbay screaming. You held her hand as you sat waiting for her. You stared at her, praying for her to return. You knew from Spock that if the other person’s soul and mind stayed within the dying one, that they might die too. This terrified you.

Later, you tried to avoid her as well as her father during his stay. It was awkward for you to be in his presence. He, like Burnham, reminded you of your old lab partner, but he terrified you. Spock would have scolded you for it, but it was just how you felt. You trusted Spock’s judgment on people. He was often right about them.

It wasn’t as if you weren’t busy with other things anyway. You focused on your job every time you could. With your mentor injecting himself with the tardigrade DNA, you had a lot to work with him about now. He was a lot happier now. He described it as being able to see the entire universe and all of its possibilities. You were envious of that. You joked and once told him that maybe next time, they should inject you with some too. Stamets did not appreciate the joke as much as Tilly did.

At the party, you smiled and laughed. You loved seeing your fellow crewmen having so much fun. Someone even brought sparklers. Tilly pulled you around at first. The alcohol that was given to you was really strong. You must have just been giggling the entire time.

You eventually broke off so that you could go dancing a bit. You kept an eye out on your redheaded friend playing beer basket pong though. The roars of adoring fans made you realize she was doing fine.

Hugh called out to you from the edge of the party, so you graciously made your way to him. With a big goofy smile, you yelled above the music, “Yes Dad?”

Hugh laughed and said, “You better take advantage of that while my partner and I are drunk.” He shook his head and asked, “Aren’t trying to contact that Vulcan boy you are so fond of?”

You furrowed your brows and asked back, “Who Spock? Why would I do that? Today isn’t the day I do that?”

Stamets laughed and said, “Oh, you even have a day you record and send messages. That would be so precious if it weren’t so so sad.” He shook his head with a condescending smile. Despite him being an ass sometimes, you knew he truly did care about you and wanted to see you happy. After working closely with him for three years, you came to understand his nature of being condescending was just his guard.

“Thanks, Dad,” You rolled your eyes. Hearing your friend’s voice, you turned to see Tilly addressing Burnham. You blushed. Had she heard you? You didn’t believe so because she wasn’t trying to address the situation with you. You let out a sigh of relief.

Luckily, they actually wanted to take their leave, so you followed to help them. So you didn’t have to stay very long at the party while Burnham was there.

The idea of telling Michael now would have been too much. You could infer that if Michael was close to Spock’s estranged father, she must not be in his good graces either. This hurt you so deeply. A stabbing pain hit your heart every time you laughed with Michael. Every smile shared now felt a sense of dread. Everything felt like a lie. The only salvation was that she did not know that you knew her brother. This lasted for a long time. Eventually, the heartbreak faded. Spock had not contacted you back at all and your relationship with Michael grew. She was like a sister to you. You felt so embarrassed and ashamed that you had allowed yourself to think negatively about her without any confirmation nor prior knowledge.

It was not until the celebration ceremony that she found out. You couldn’t hide that you were a special person to Michael’s brother once Amanda saw you though.

Amanda blinked and waved at you. She rushed to you and gave you a hug. You smiled at her as you held her. When she pulled away, Amanda brushed your hair away from your face, “It has been so long. I am so happy to see you and finally meet you in person.”

“I am so excited to meet you too,” You smiled at the woman.

Michael looked at the two and raised her brow, “Excuse me?”

You blushed and stammered to start to explain when her mother cut you off. “This was Spock’s lab partner. She was very close to him,” Amanda explained.

Michael looked at you and asked, “Why didn’t you tell me you knew my brother before?”

You giggled nervously, “It never really came up before.”

Michael nodded and rolled her eyes, “Right. Well, we are going to have to talk about that later.”

You nodded.

After the celebration, you were hailed by the Enterprise. You were so happy. This meant maybe finally seeing him again. Your heart leaped at the opportunity to see your friend again. He still had not responded to your desperate tries of communication. You still held out hope that maybe he was just busy and it really wasn’t a personal thing.

You were saddened deeply when you did not see him. Christopher Pike seemed to understand. He not only comforted Michael but you as well when Spock was not with the group. You asked more about his whereabouts. You, then, learned he had put himself on Starbase 5 to recuperate after recurring nightmares.

Your heart ached for your friend. You wished you could be there for him, but you had a mission you needed to take care of with the rest of your crew, so you wouldn’t, couldn’t, focus on him right now. Your fellow crewmen, your friends, and new family, they had to come first right now. Spock would have reached out if he truly needed you, you thought to yourself, He was just that sort of person. He never hid anything from you. Sometimes he wouldn’t explain everything, but it was only because you never asked and he didn’t need to reach out.

The news about Spock was soon broken to you and Michael. You aided in her and Pike’s search for her brother. Your heart yearned for him. You never believed he would do anything to harm another person. You agreed completely with his mother. Spock had always been gentle, kind.

When you followed Michael to Vulcan, you didn’t think your first trip to Spock’s childhood home would be like this. You never believed you would be traveling to his home without him beside you, guiding you there. Everything was sleek. Your hand rode up the banister as you walked up following Michael. She seemed entranced. You stared in awe. This place was just as Amanda described to you many years ago. It was hard to imagine you were finally here.

This did not last long however as when Amanda saw you when she and Michael argued, she stopped. She, then, took the two down to the crypt. She stopped and told you two that Spock was not as you would have remembered him. He was very different.

You heard his voice and raced ahead. He was repeating something. You kept turning around. His voice echoed in the chambers of the red caverns. The water dripping did not help the issue. When you finally spotted him, he was rocking to himself. You ran to his side and touched his now unshaven cheek. You smiled a little at him. He kept stuttering to himself rocking.

Michael gently pulled you away as she noticed her brother standing and walking as if not even noticing anyone’s presence. She whispered to you, “It’s probably safer if we stay out of the way.” She pulled you closer to where she and her mother stood to speak more about Spock’s condition. They spoke about what was the best step moving forward.

Spock’s head was reeling. He kept repeating the same things to himself to ground himself. His own mind started to laugh at him. He couldn’t believe how ridiculous everything was. First, the red bursts. Then, time is not linear. Now, you on Vulcan. Everything was now illogical.

You watched as he carved into the wall. Your heart ached. Everything from you dropped as you walked towards him again. He was still so handsome and he was still your Spock. He wasn’t yours though. You reached to touch him again only for him to turn and start to pace once more. He circled the group once.

Spock cursed his mind. Right now was not the time he needed to be tormented by a ghost of his tragic love. This ghost treated him just as his lost love would have. It was so gentle, warm, caring. Maybe that was what tormented him the most. He could only try and walk away to focus on what was truly the issue.

When Sarek arrived, you instinctively grabbed hold of Spock’s hand. You tried to tune them out, you really did. You felt yourself crying hearing his father speak about him. You tried instead to listen to Spock recounting Alice in Wonderland and Alice Through the Looking Glass. You remembered him murmuring it once before. Your eyes furrowed as you tried to think back. Whenever you would have trouble sleeping, that was it. He didn’t even need to have the written work in front of him. It always had amazed you. He could remember right where he had left off and continue on again.

In the end, you had no choice but to follow what Sarek had said. You only removed yourself from his side when Michael was with him. Whenever she stormed out to check the numbers once more, you rushed in to be with him. Your hand slipped into his again. When Michael returned, you helped her escape with Spock into a vessel. You pet his face gently and whispered to him, “Hang in there Spock. We are here. Michael and I’ve got you.”

In the shuttle, you stayed with him in the back. Michael, after making sure everything was clear, strode over to you and her brother. She knelt before her brother and gently touched his cheek, much as you had. “Spock can you hear me,” Michael asked him. When she was answered with Spock’s mumbling of 841947, she called to the computer and asked, “Computer, search database for matches of the following numbers: 749 148. In that order.” The computer confirmed her request. Michael called it again and told it to give her everything it had. She whispered to him, “Either the well was very deep, or she fell very slowly, for she had plenty of time.” She paused to study him then continued, “as she went down to look about her and to wonder what was going to happen next. And what are you trying to say? Talk to me.”

“Database match found,” the voice from the computer rang out as if an angel in the dark corner of space they have now retreated to, “One Planetary System located at 7-4-1 Mark 1-4-8. Identification: Talos 4.”

Michael stared at her brother in surprise then stood. She looked back at you and confirmed, “They were coordinates.” She stood and walked back to the helm of your tiny shuttle. Michael set the course to Talos 4 in the fastest speed the ship could take. She looked back to see you had parked yourself back to her brother, gently moving his hair out of his face.

You whispered to your friend, “Thank you. You are doing well.”

Michael, then, commented, “Where is Spock taking us?”

You awoke to the sound of the computer stating facts to know about Talos 4. You groaned and through groggy vision looked for Spock. You panicked until seeing him with his sister. Burnham must have moved him when you slept. He lay silently in the chair next to her. You watched as she spoke to him and administered medicine to him to help him become more lucid. When Burnham sat back, the ship jolted. You grabbed onto the seat as the shuttle went into red alert. You tried to rush towards the front to help navigate the black hole, but Spock quickly pushed you back into the back. Your breath caught in your chest. “Spock,” you whispered.

Michael yelled at her brother to stop his interfering. She tried to fight him off, but he overpowered her forcing them into the black hole. She stared helplessly as her brother forced them into it. The ship warned of the imminent danger.

Spock knew this illusion. He knew that they would be safe. After pushing his illusion away, he stood with his sister at the front of the ship staring at the beautiful blue planet of Talos 4 in front of them.

“Is that an illusion,” Michael asked her brother panting from the panic. She side glared at her brother as she tried to calm herself down again. She thought for a moment then continued, “No. That was a test. We are really Through the Looking Glass now, aren’t we?”

Spock turned his head to stare at you. He wanted this torture of a vision to go away. There was no chance that you could be on this ship with him and his sister. You had to be in your lab somewhere working, not stretching from him pushing you back into your seat. He kicked himself as he sighed and faced forward again.

Once the ship landed, Michael grabbed you to do a search of the surrounding area. You nodded and followed. Both of you checked on Spock before leaving.

The planet was beautiful. You smiled as you looked around. There was music all in the air. Soon the music stopped. You turned to see that Michael had touched a plant. This is what was singing. The two of you smiled at each other and giggled. For a small moment, you and Michael had forgotten your worries and woes to enjoy something.

That was when Michael noticed someone going towards the ship. You tried to rush it, but Michael held you back behind her. She carefully walked up and surprised the woman. “Turn,” Michael commanded the blonde humanoid, “Slowly.” The woman turned to face the both of you. Your phasers set onto her. She was beautiful. It seemed almost unreal that someone so beautiful would actually exist.

The blonde woman let out a small laugh and smiled, “Who are you?”

“Where I come from,” Michael stated, “The one holding the phaser asks the questions. Are you Talosian?”

The woman slightly shook her head, “No. Human. But a permanent resident.” She turned back towards Spock causing you and Michael to walk forward, phasers still locked on the blonde. The doors closed behind you as the woman whispered to Spock, “It’s me, Vena. Don’t you recognize me?” Spock stared straight ahead not answering her. “What’s happened to him,” she turned to you and Burnham. You could tell she was very concerned so you lowered your phaser.

“Who are you,” Michael asked annoyed, readjusting her grip. She swayed a bit forward. She glared at you seeing you had lowered your weapon.

Vena turned and explained, “I am an old… friend of Christopher Pike. Chris… Is he coming back as well?” She looked very hopeful at this. Your heart suddenly felt relief. You had not even registered that your chest had tightened seeing her so close to Spock. You shook your head. This wasn’t the first nor last time Spock would have close friends. You didn’t understand why you suddenly felt jealousy.

Michael squinted, “Are you saying Captain Pike and Spock have been here before?” She nodded towards her brother when she referred to him.

“Well in some ways Pike never left,” Vena shook her head and looked towards the ground. She looked back towards Michael and explained her origin. This caused Michael to lower her own phaser and introduce herself. Vena, then, tilted her head up and spoke for the Talosians. They asked for them to beam down with Spock so that they could examine him.

You quickly nodded and moved to get ready to do so, but Michael grabbed your arm and pulled you back, “What do you mean examine him?” The two of you watched Spock slowly nod. Michael put two and two together and then stated, “You brought us here because you knew the Talosians could help you.” She furrowed her brow at him and accused, “Were you in communication with them?”

Spock hit his fist against the ship. You could tell his frustration rising.

Vena and Burnham finally concluded the conversation as you rushed to Spock’s side to try and calm him down. You knelt next to him and smiled up at him. Spock only turned his head away from you as if he didn’t want to look at you. Your heart sank. Tears started to well up behind your eyes. The burning of them cause you to squint and allow a few of the tears roll down your cheeks. Burnham placed a hand on your shoulder and smiled gently at you. She helped you up and comforted you before you made your journey.

When you arrived, you stuck closely to Michael. Everything was moving so quickly. You reached for your head and they turned to you, “May we, also, look into your memories with her brother?” You furrowed your brow.

“What,” you asked confused.

Michael shook her head, “We are going to have to find another way.” She walked towards Spock who shook his head. He turned towards you now slowly coming to terms that you were real. Why else would the Talosians speak to you if you were just an illusion of his mad mind? It wouldn’t have been unlike them, he concluded to himself, but what about Michael? He hadn’t thought about it before, but Michael shouldn’t have been able nor know about his illusion so why would she interact with you either?

When Michael came out of the memory, she pushed herself against the rock. You ran to her. She was panicking. You grasped her hand. She clung on and she hyperventilated. The two of you looked up at Spock to see him look down at Michael commenting, “Now you see.” Michael then passed out.

If Spock were not in recovery, you would have slapped him. You glared at him. Tears rolled down your face. You removed yourself from holding Burnham and stomped towards the Talosians. “I’m inferring that if you want to study my friend’s memories with her brother because it is a wound for him. I must be the same. I am ready,” you stated through grit teeth. You glared at them. You were furious. Tired of being pushed around, frustrated of being ignored, your fists curled so tightly that your knuckles started to change color.

Your memories were not what you thought they were going to be. The Talosians wanted to see the transition and the grown love you and Spock had shared. They made you replay the memory of first seeing him, of first growing together.

You relived the first winter together, reading in the library. Your head in his lap as you read over some of the project notes. Your eyes becoming droopy as Spock preoccupied with his reading played with your hair. You don’t even think he cognitively registered that he was doing so. The warm drinks you had gotten sitting on the table next to you. He hummed a tune as you studied. The snow falling gently on the heads of the perfectly sculpted snowman and crudely built snowVulcan.

You smiled as moments from your second spring replayed. You followed behind the image of you and Spock. This was when you pulled him to you to hide from your friends. There was a massive game of hide and seek that you agreed to that Spock actually enjoyed. He commented that it would be a nice practice for stealth-based assignments. You pulled him into a very small alcove in the building. You couldn’t stop your giggling. Spock had to put his hand over your mouth to keep you from revealing your hiding spot. There was a sparkle in his eye that made you want to lean in and place your lips against his, but you held yourself back.

The third summer was spent on a beach with your friends and professors. As the sunset dropped over the water, the sky transitioned to purple, pink, and red. Spock walked next to you. He let enough gap in his arm so that you could wrap yours around his. You slid your arm into the gap and leaned your head on his shoulder as your footprints left their mark on the sand. Once away from the group, Spock removed you from him. He touched his index and middle fingertip to yours. Your breath caught as the jolt rushed through you again. You pulled your lower lip to bite the edge of it. Your eyes locked with his deep brown ones. You moved closer to him. His lips curled at the edges. His coolness melted into a loving warmth. This act always gave you a different perspective of the stoic race of Vulcans. You thought this was just a way for friends to feel closer for Vulcans. You realized through this memory, that you never actually had any other person in your life at that time. Whenever you thought of romance, all you thought of was Spock.

That last fall, you finally were able to convince him to go dancing with you. He was surprisingly spry and light on his feet. You thought you were going to have to teach him for a painstaking amount of hours, but he was able to keep up quite well, for the slow bits at least. Once anything with a faster tempo came to play, he looked a bit confused. He didn’t seem to mind watching you have fun and to try himself. You were really proud of him.

When you were released from your memories, you looked towards Spock. He had walked towards you. His voice as low as he caressed your cheek, “You are real.”

You nodded. When you looked into his eyes, he looked in so much despair. You pressed your forehead against his as tears rolled down your cheeks. Spock grabbed your hand and laced his thumb, ring finger, and pinkie with yours. The other two fingers pressed together with yours. Instead of the regular jolt that you felt, a warmth washed over you despite his cool hands. You continued your sobbing. You nodded, “Yes I’m real.” Your other hand ran through his longer than normal hair. “I am real,” you repeated in between sobs.

For the first time ever, you heard Spock laugh. Your eyes were closed from crying so you didn’t get to see it. He finished lacing your hands together. He pulled away from you and wiped your tears. “Please forgive me,” He asked.

You looked at him. His brown eyes held a scared look. They always revealed his secrets. He was terrified. You nodded slowly, “Please just never go where I can’t follow.”

“Logically speaking-.”

“Shut up,” You told him. You pulled away and looked towards the Talosians. You silently thanked them. Vena smiled and pulled you away to wash the tears off your face allowing the siblings to have some much needed time to be alone to talk. You did not arrive back until the conversation with Captain Pike. You smiled knowing that you were going to be meeting back with the rest of your crewmen soon. Taking a deep breath, you followed Spock to the shuttle to prepare for beaming to the Discovery once it was in range.

Michael was not ready for the Talosians to bring that memory back up. She didn’t want to relive telling Spock that she didn’t want a “freak like you as a brother” only to have to hear the child him respond back with the words, “But I love you.” She didn’t want to have either one of them have to hear her yell at him that he was not capable of love. Once out of the memory, she tried her best to apologize.

“Spock, I am so sorry,” She said fighting back tears.

Spock’s eyes investigated the ground before looking back at his sister. “In point of fact, I am grateful. Your words showed me how damaging my humanity could be.”

“No, your humanity was beautiful,” Michael argued, “I was a child.”

“You were a catalyst. And in an attempt to escape emotion, to escape you, I fully submerged myself in logic. But my bedrock of logic has always been time itself. And now time has failed me, logic has failed me. Emotion has failed me,” Spock continued, “I have nothing to build upon, yet build I must. This could be the building point of multiple civilizations, millions of lives, and I am not ready.”

Michael studied her brother for a second before asking, “Are you more angry at me or yourself?”

“Do not attempt to,” Spock paused, “psychoanalyze me, Michael. Better minds than yours have tried and failed.”

“Yet,” Michael argued, “You chose me for this journey. You value our connection. Perhaps, the bedrock of your logic is this relationship.”

Spock countered, “Absurd. You are correct, however, on one matter. It was foolish to idolize you and I regret it deeply.”

Right when you were going to interrupt, Vena did instead. She warned of the upcoming danger.

When you arrived back on Discovery, you rushed to Saru and gave your commanding officer a large hug. “Oh, I’ve missed you,” you said with a giant smile. You walked with him towards the lab, “I can’t wait to tell you about the Talosian singing plants.”

After everything had calmed down, you smiled and told Spock and Captain Pike that you had room for Spock in your quarters. Pike seemed to understand and quickly arranged the situation before Spock had time to object. He chuckled seeing his science officer seem so flustered.

You opened your arms to motion to you and Spock’s quarters. “Here we are,” You explained. You sat on your bed and smiled. Your room was full of greenery and plants. You had filled your life with things to care for since Spock’s absence in your life. Pictures of you with your fellow crewmen and your mentor and his partner filled every empty wall space next to your bed. Pictures of you and Tilly laughing at a party, images of the first time Stamets and you took a hiking trip, recollections of you and Michael looking out at the stars, Hugh taking you to your first Kasseelian opera. All of it. Precious memories surrounded you.

A twinge of jealousy hit Spock at that moment. He looked around and commented, “It seems you have adjusted well.” He sighed as he sat on the bed across from you. He laid down staring up at the ceiling.

You smiled and rummaged in your bedstand. You pulled out an album. You held it over Spock’s face and said, “All of yours are in here. I would have needed the entire other side of the room to have enough room for all of our memories.” You placed it into his hands and curled up next to him to look through it with him.

Spock raised his brow at you but wrapped his long arm around you to keep you close to look through the album with you. “You know,” he explained, “We relived a lot of this on Talos 4. We don’t have-”

You put a finger to his lips and shushed him, “Let’s just enjoy this while we can.”

He nodded and started to carefully go through the pages with you. His breathing slowed in relaxation. Spock couldn’t believe that you were so close to him once more. Everything was just the same as it always had. He stole a look at you from the side. You were just as gorgeous now as you were in his memories. Your warmth and love irradiated from you just as it did years ago. Spock found it hard to believe that after everything, you still chose to be in his arms, by his side.

Your work was cut out for you as soon as you arrived back. You found the spore drive defective and Stamets rushing to fix it. You couldn’t disagree. He was in the right. The spore drive was your main mode of transportation. So you focused on that with your mentor. He counted off the ones you and he had tried then turned to Michael and Spock who were also working in the room. He prodded them to talk. You tried to intervene but they soon started to argue prompting Stamets to kick them out immediately.

It wasn’t long before Spock came to reconvene in the lab. He was alone this time to do his work. You sat on the floor reanalyzing panels while Stamets had decided to move to the electrical conduit. You tried to tune out your partner and mentor squabbling when the power went out.

“Fuck,” you cried out annoyed. Both Spock and Stamets looked at you for a moment.

Stamets called your name in a surprised tone but then cracked a smile, “That’s my protege for you.” He laughed. He shook his head and commented, “I know what you mean. There’s a power short on top of everything else.” He rolled his eyes as he grabbed a flashlight.

“This makes my work impossible,” Spock commented grabbing both your and Stamets’s attention, “And I am not being hyperbolic when I say the future of the galaxy is at stake.”

Stamets looked dumbfounded as he started to storm towards him, “Well, um…”

“Here we go,” you smiled and sat back to watch your mentor tell Spock off. You folded your arms amused.

Stamets strolled over to the tall man and said, “Unless I can reroute power to the adjacent conduit, isolate the corruption, fix it and the spore drive.” He motioned around the room with his flashlight (which actually blinded you for a second), “we are all going to be arrested.” Stamets made a face, “So if you want to save the galaxy, start by helping me.” He tossed Spock the flashlight.

Spock easily caught it and nodded, “Fair point.” He walked with the blond man back to the subsystem as you switched to using battery-operated power.

You heard Spock hand the flashlight back to Stamets after his boots echoed through the now quiet lab. “I didn’t know you knew anything about electrical,” Stamets commented.

“I have many talents,” Spock replied. Stamets rose his eyebrows at you making a smug face before listening to Spock’s next request, “Flashlight over here please.”

Stamets moved to where Spock had asked him to move. He, then, tried to make conversation, “So, did Burnham’s idea help? Did you figure out why the Red Angel chose you?”

Spock simply shook his head, “No.” He walked away, “I examined it from countless angles.” You heard his voice get louder which meant he must have returned, “Yet I remain an illogical choice.”

“Well,” Stamets asked, “Have you thought about what makes you unique?”

Spock’s voice didn’t seem directed more towards you anymore, so you assumed he must have been looking at your mentor when he said, “I am half-human. Unusual, but there are others like me.” His voice returned, “I can think of nothing else.”

You heard Stamets take a breath. This made you pause in your own work to watch them. It was amazing to see your mentor interact with the person you hold closest to your heart. It reminded you why you loved your mentor in the first place. “Well,” He started, “If I were the Red Angel traveling through time, I’d plan my mind-melding strategy pretty carefully. Wouldn’t just choose a random Vulcan. Keep trying. You’ll figure it out.”

This made you smile. It was as if watching a father-in-law comfort his child’s husband. You could tell, in that moment, just how much you and Michael met to Stamets. Spock, then, turned back on the power.

“Great,” Stamets said walking back to the main hub, “Now if only the spore drive were that easy.”

You called up from the floor, “I think the corruption maybe with the navigator.”

Stamets took off his gloves frustrated, “Oh yeah. Because, you know, that isn’t important. Only holds the map to the entire mycelial network.”

“You’ve traveled that network hundreds of times,” Spock commented, “I’m sure you can travel between two points without assistance. Perhaps you only lack faith in your own abilities.”

Spock turned to walk away. You could tell he just wanted to get back to work. Your mentor followed him though, kicking you along the way, “I know you are angry at Burnham, but she risked her life to bring you here. She loves you.”

“If I may make an observation of my own,” Spock asked before proceeding, “I saw Dr. Culber moving out of your shared quarters. You seemed quite upset.”

Stamets looked confused about what Spock meant, “Yes, he said he needs distance.”

During this Spock stared straight into your eyes, “I submit that the assessment of the situation may be inverted. Perhaps he needs distance from you not because he no longer has feelings for you, but because he no longer knows how to feel about himself.” He looked more into Stamets’s eyes again before turning to return to his work.

When the three of you returned to the bridge, you saw Tilly crying talking to Airiam. You started to tear up and rushed to your redheaded friend’s side. You held her while she talked to your fellow crewman and friend.

Airiam continued, “And all of you will die.” She pleaded, “Please Michael. The airlock.”

You quickly realized what she was trying to say and clung to Tilly. She returned by holding your arms in place but keeping her focus on your friend on the screen.

Michael shook her head, “We can fight this Airiam.” You watched as Michael tried to break into the system.

Spock called out to his sister, “Michael. Stop.”

Airiam interrupted, “I disabled my helmet. I will not survive in space.”

You sobbed. Tilly rested her head against you as tears ran down her face as well. Captain Pike told Michael, “Open the Airlock.”

“Sir,” Michael said, not standing down, “I don’t want to disobey your orders, but if this works.”

“It’s you or her Michael,” Spock reasoned.

“15 seconds,” Airiam cried, “Please.”

“Open the airlock Michael,” Captain Pike repeated.

Michael cried out, “One more minute. Please!”

Tilly spoke up, “Hey Airiam. I’m going to send you your favorite memory. Okay? Look at it.”

“I can’t look at it now, Tilly,” Airiam explained. “Michael,” She called again, “You have no other alternative but to eject me.”

Captain Pike stated, “Burnham, that’s an order.”

Michael cried in frustration and ran to the blue cyber augmented woman. She paused.

Airiam apologized, “I’m so sorry. It wanted me to kill you. Everything is because of you.”

“Because of me,” Michael asked through tears.

“Michael,” Spock tried to get through to his sister, “Open the airlock.”

“Please,” Airiam asked, “Tell everyone I love them.” You sobbed hearing Airiam say that and sobbing as well. You tried to fight back the tears, but you couldn’t. You just held Tilly as much as you could to try and ground yourself. Your heart wrenched. “You have to find Project Daedalus,” Airiam continued.

Michael shook her head confused and repeated, “Project Daedalus?”

The airlock, then, opened and released Airiam into the vacuum of space. Tilly started to allow her tears to fall and held you back fully now.

That night, you could not sleep alone. You walked over to Spock’s bed and asked, “Can I-”

He already made a spot for you to crawl in, “Yes. Of course.”

You crawled into the bed and curled up next to the rigid man. He did not relax until you had finished moving and getting comfortable. He sighed and started to play with your hair.

His low voice rumbled as he quoted, “`I quite agree with you,' said the Duchess; `and the moral of that is--"Be what you would seem to be"--or if you'd like it put more simply--"Never imagine yourself not to be otherwise than what it might appear to others that what you were or might have been was not otherwise than what you had been would have appeared to them to be otherwise."'

`I think I should understand that better,' Alice said very politely, `if I had it written down: but I can't quite follow it as you say it.'

`That's nothing to what I could say if I chose,' the Duchess replied, in a pleased tone.

`Pray don't trouble yourself to say it any longer than that,' said Alice.

`Oh, don't talk about trouble!' said the Duchess. `I make you a present of everything I've said as yet.'

`A cheap sort of present!' thought Alice. `I'm glad they don't give birthday presents like that!' But she did not venture to say it out loud.

`Thinking again?' the Duchess asked, with another dig of her sharp little chin.

`I've a right to think,' said Alice sharply, for she was beginning to feel a little worried.

`Just about as much right,' said the Duchess, `as pigs have to fly; and the m--'

But here, to Alice's great surprise, the Duchess's voice died away, even in the middle of her favourite word `moral,' and the arm that was linked into hers began to tremble. Alice looked up, and there stood the Queen in front of them, with her arms folded, frowning like a thunderstorm.”

His voice gave way to tell the most fantastic story. He gave each character a very distinct inflection so that you were able to know exactly who was speaking before he had to tell you in his more normal monotoned voice that he used as the general narrator. Your tears slowly fell onto his chest. Instead of stopping in the story, he held you closer and continued to recount Alice in Wonderland to you until you had fallen asleep.

Once the crew was able to recover her body, there was a funeral. Captain Pike gave a beautiful sermon. Tilly, Stamets, Detmer, and Burnham spoke while Saru sang for her last departure. Every night after Airium’s death, you found yourself curled up next to Spock for comfort. You were pretty sure that you had heard the ending of Alice and Wonderland so now you believe he must have picked up with Alice Through the Looking Glass again. Though, you would never know unless you inquired due to your lack of memorization.

Dr. Culber had you taken from your post to try and rest. He leveled with Captain Pike that after all the trauma you were enduring, it would be best if you didn’t have too much on your plate. Instead, Stamets had you stay in the gardens. It was nice to work. It took your mind off a lot of things. The ability to care for something and be able to see the fruits of your labor calmed your mind.

You were only removed from your garden area when they decided to destruct the Discovery. You were evacuated with your equipment and Spock had luckily packed all of your pictures and plants from your room. When you made it aboard the Enterprise, Spock pulled you into his quarters to comfort you from your panic. You had no idea that you were hyperventilating until you felt his strong arms around you. Your breathing and heart rate slowed as he hushed your panic. He rocked you for a moment then smiled, “Do you like it?”

You looked around his room. It was very clean, but it seemed like he kept a few personal items, including a musical instrument that you didn’t recognize. You opened your mouth to ask him about it, but he answered, “I have many talents.” You smiled at the room.

“Spock,” You turned to face him. You felt so much for him. Every moment, every feeling seemed to build up to this very moment. You went to him to whisper.

“Lt. Spock to the Bridge,” The bridge called.

You let out a sigh and felt Spock sigh as well. “I will be back,” He promised.

As soon as he got back, he shook his head and said, “It’s time to get us back onto the Discovery.”

You pouted and grabbed only your pictures with your friends this time. You mumbled, “Stupid ass sphere data.”

Upon hearing Michael’s speech, you got back to your work with the spore drive. You tried your hardest to optimize it as much as you could. Maybe you could make it come online faster, maybe… It was useless. You thought in your head for a moment and walked to your quarters to get ready for the oncoming battle.

You smiled as you walked out seeing Stamets. He smiled back at you through your tears. He wrapped his arm around your and patted your hand, “I am going to assume you came to the same conclusion.” You nodded and followed him to the rest of the group that decided to stay on the Discovery to be with Michael.

Tilly giggled as everyone gathered together. She teared up as well, “I’m going to go get Michael now.”

Spock nodded, “Please do.”

When Tilly walked back, she explained, “Some people are still working. Poe is designing on siege weapons… which I can’t even…” She trailed off but got back on topic, “Anyway, We are here because we are staying with you.”

“No,” Michael immediately replied, “No. I can’t let you do this.” She took a small step back.

Reno spoke up, “We aren’t asking for permission.”

“This isn’t possible,” Michael tried to explain her standpoint, “You have lives. You have people who love you. Families who love you. They will never see you again.”

Saru nodded, “Commander, Our families accepted the possibility of this moment when we joined Starfleet. Committing to a life amongst the stars is in itself a resolution to leave some things behind.”

“But I don’t know what the future holds,” Michael continued to argue.

“No one does,” Stamets spoke up.

You continued his sentence, “We just have now.”

Spock tried to end the argument, “We are coming with you, Michael. Further argument would be futile. Please accept this.”

Michael shook her head. You could tell she was about to cry. This couldn’t last long. All of you needed to get to your stations.

You touched your two fingertips to Spock’s for the last time before the jump and whispered, “See you on the other side.”

A rush of emotions filled the both of you. Spock jerked up and looked at you with a gleam in his eye. He shook his head and said, “I have to explain what that means after all of this.”

Just like that, you two went to your separate stations to work. You focused on the drive and keeping the lab up and running as everyone else focused on the “main” areas needed.

Spock looked at his sister and gave her a touching Vulcan salute before turning to the shuttle. “Stay in my wake,” he commanded.

He drove his sister through the battlefield. So many things rushed through his head, but he had to focus on only this. This was his first priority. If he couldn’t do this, none of the other rushing thoughts would matter anyway.

You braced for impact, but every time, it still nearly threw you across the room. You cursed as you grit your teeth to continue your work trying to ignore the spark burns. You had to push forward. For your family, you had to keep going forward. For Spock, you had to keep going.

Spock comforted his sister. He thought for a moment and realized they were in an open loop. He guided Michael to the answer and she coordinated her jumps. When the shot hit his shuttle, he yelled for Michael to go.

When Michael got back, Saru told Michael that it was time to go. She turned to Spock and said, “Alright It’s time to go Spock. Get back to Discovery.”

Spock looked at his ship. “Michael,” He called his sister’s attention, “I cannot.”

“What,” Michael asked. She prayed he was joking. It wasn’t the time or place for him to be saying this.

Spock nodded, “When my vessel was hit. My engines are disabled.”

“Discovery can lock onto you with a tractor beam,” Michael bargained.

Spock disagreed, “There is no time and even if there were, they would have to lower their shields to bring me aboard. They will not survive doing so. Not in this battle. Not with the amount of damage that ship has already sustained.” He looked at his sister pleadingly, “You must go.”

Michael shook her head and walked towards her brother, “I just got you back. I don’t wanna let go.”

“Neither,” Spock admitted, “do I.”

Michael started to cry, “We already lost you once.”

“You never lost me, Michael,” Spock comforted, “As a child, I was truly lost. The path of my father, the path of my mother, you came into our lives and taught me that it was possible to travel both. You found me. You saved me.”

Michael shook her head, “That wasn’t me. That was always in you.”

“You are my balance, Michael. You always have been,” Spock said shaking his head, “and I’m afraid that I will not find it again without you.”

Michael took in a deep breath and said, “Okay. Listen to me, little brother. This is the last advice I will ever be able to give you.”

Months later, Spock was going through his personal things. His brow raised as he found something hidden in the album of you and he that you had left before the Discovery’s disappearance. He pulled it out to see a message log. He put it into his computer. There stood you.

“Hey,” you started, “Or, should I say, hello Spock. To me, I just saw you moments ago so it feels strange doing this. If you are seeing this, I’m sure you know that I decided to stay on board the ship with my crewmen.” You took a deep breath. Tears had started to fall, “And you are not here with me. But it’s okay. It’s okay because I know now how to say it. I know now what you were trying to tell me. I love you...and I know you love me too.” You licked your chapped lips and laughed, “It’s actually really comforting. Even if we don’t grow old together, after this experience I know that we will love each other forever. Time has to keep repeating itself for the timeline to be complete, so we are forever in a loop where we fall in love with each other. Isn’t that amazing?” You shook your head, “I’ve loved you since I first saw you at the Academy. You were tall, handsome, and nothing like I had ever experienced before. I was thrilled that we got to go through our training life together, even if you were a handful sometimes. I have to admit though. You were a lot kinder than I first thought. A lot more gentle too. You are sassy and sometimes annoyingly a know it all. I just… I think I realized then that no matter how much I reached for you, you wouldn’t ever reach back. So I waited for you. Which is what I will do now. I’m going to wait for you.” You smiled. It looked as though you were going to end the message, but then you said, “Oh wait! One more thing. I figured it out.” You held up the Vulcan Salute, “Live Long and Prosper, My Love.”

Spock wiped his tears from his eyes and ended the message. He took the disk and placed it into a pocket next to his heart in his new blue uniform.

“Mr. Spock to Bridge,” The bridge called to Spock after he was done shaving. He walked onto the bridge.

Everyone stared at the now clean-shaven and trimmed haired Spock before them. He broke the silence by asking about the anomaly.

“I believe so, number one is running it now,” Captain Pike confirmed.

Once confirmation hit, it eased Spock’s soul. He felt relieved to see that his sister and love had made it through the wormhole safely.

That was when a communications officer called, “Sir, I am getting an SOS call from near the seventh signal.”

You stood out on the ship deck with Tilly. You stared out. “He wasn’t able to make it,” Tilly commented.

“No,” you replied back. You smiled gently at her and Reno, “I just don’t think the universe ever wanted us to be together.”

“Fuck that,” You heard from a weak voice behind you. You turned to see Stamets leaning on Hugh. He pushed you into an escape pod, “Fuck that, ‘the universe doesn’t want me and my boyfriend together’ bullshit.” He looked toward Tilly and released you out on his count.

“It looks like an escape pod from the Discovery, sir,” The analyst called out to Captain Pike.

Captain Pike replied, “Then let’s go get it.”

Spock’s heart lept. He raced to the transporter room before anyone even needed to tell him to be there. His sister’s advice echoed through his mind, “There’s a whole galaxy out there, full of people who will reach for you. You have to let them. Find the person who seems farthest from you and reach for them.”

He stood and watched as you materialized in front of him from the transporter. You ran to him. Your arms wrapped themselves around his neck as you kissed him. Your hands buried themselves in his hair. Spock took this time to wrap his arms around you as well to reciprocate. Much to your surprise, your Vulcan love deepened the kiss full of devotion and love.

“Reach for them. Let them guide you,” Those words rang in his mind.

When he finally felt like he could let go, he pulled away. He rested his forehead against yours, “I lied to you.”

“I know,” You said crying. Relief hit you like a tsunami. Here you were, finally, with the man you loved so desperately.

Spock pulled away just enough to look into your eyes, “I will not do so anymore. Please, will you agree to be bound to me for life? I think the proper term is..”

“Yes,” you exclaimed, “I will marry you.”

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Armin's Week Jan 2020

Day 3 - Prompt: Kiss

Words count: 3206

Pairings: Armin x Annie/ slightly Gabi x Falco

*spoliers for chapter 125

A one-shot about how Armin would finally meet Annie after over than four years, hope you enjoy it!

Armin rode his horse through towns and hills, Gabi by his side.

They rode in silence, but each one’s thoughts were enough noise in their heads, buzzing around, slamming into their skulls, obstinate to get out, and they scarcely held them in.

Besides there really was nothing to talk about.

Armin was concerned about the girl he left behind, Mikasa, he snapped at her, hurt her for the first time ever, then departed.

She didn’t say anything in return.

And that was what made him feel worse, if only she raised her fist and punched him in the guts, if she kicked him and slapped him, if she told him that he’s as worthless as he was when they were kids, getting bullied at every given chance, that he’s not the person they should have brought back to life….

He would have nodded his head and told her that she was right.

He would bend his head down and tell her that he should’ve died four years ago.

His hands tightened on the straddle of the horse, his knuckles turned white, and his teeth clinched.

Armin never thought that a day would come where he and Mikasa would have an argument this corrupt, and the core of it to be Eren. He just wanted to turned around, get back to base, hug Mikasa and apologize.

She had enough weighing her down already.

But, Armin considered, that at the heat of the moment he just spitted out the first thing that came to his mind, he never meant to hurt her and he was stupid to snap at her, but at that moment, his mind exploded with how many things were happening at the same minute.

Eren is destroying the world.

Levi and Hanji might be dead.

Commander Pyxis and commander Nile are gone, hell, he himself killed commander Pyxis.

He had no idea what the Yeagrists were doing, nor Yelena.

He thought of Reiner, the Cart Titan.

Connie and the boy they were after.

Annie.

His breath hitched, and his tongue turned into a knot which was hitting the roof of his throat making him gag.

If the day to finally see Annie out of the crystal had finally came, and it was today…

No, there’s no way he could meet her today, she might not even be out the damned crystal, but then the thought that he could look at her without a barrier between himself and her, that he would be able to raise his hand and land it on flesh rather than a freezing glass…

Again, he didn’t want to get his hopes up.

He decided that he needed a distraction, and he tried to start a conversation: “So you and that kid are close, huh?” Shit, that’s not something he should be asking about now.

“Yes, we are, and that’s why I need him back.” Gabi answered Armin, her voice determined and unwavering, her gaze fixated on the road ahead of them, never averting her eyes from it, as if she looked concentrically, she would get there faster.

“It’s really something to have someone that close to you, isn’t it? Someone you would die for.” Armin was spouting, he wanted to keep this conversation going on.

“Everyone has that someone, no one can live without someone to go back to.” She swallowed hard, and Armin comprehended that this isn’t a laid-back topic for her to approach, “even if we don’t realize it at the moment, but someone is always thinking about us, someone is waiting impatiently to see us, and these people are worth our very last breath.”

Armin contemplated what she said, then he added: “But dying won’t do them any good, we should fight to survive to be with them, shouldn’t we?”

Gabi didn’t answer him, but he noticed that her gaze intensified, something in her eyes deepened.

They kept going on in silence for some time, it was enough time for Gabi to grow the enough courage to ask Armin this question: “Do you have someone like that?”

It was Armin’s time not to answer.

But he did think of some people.

His grandfather, the 104th squad, Hanji and Levi.

Annie.

“You know what, yes, yes I do have that someone, and the whole thing is crazy, I think I’ve gone crazy, I don’t get why I feel that way or how.” He confessed, he just needed the last push and he would spill it all out.

“What are they like?”

Huh.

“Well, when you first look at her, a piercing ice would come out her eyes and you would immediately feel a shiver down your spine.” He glanced at Gabi, and for his surprise, she was already gazing at him, and that encouraged him to talk more, he took a deep breath:

“She joined the cadet corps the same year me and Mikasa did, she ended up in the top ten and she had a special talent in throwing people off her shoulders.” A shy smile pulled at Armin’s lips “she wasn’t talkative, she would eat alone, but that’s not because she’s shy or mean or anything, that’s just who she is, I guess. She’s a good person, but she had a goal in her mind, and she wasn’t interested in anything except in it.”

“What was it? Her goal I mean?” Gabi inquired.

“To go back home.”

“And she couldn’t just do that?”

“if she had the chance, she would have taken it, but no, she had to stay.”

A beat of silence.

“Are you talking about-”

“Wait, do you see what I see?” Armin asked, craning his neck forward as he inspected a silhouette of a horse with someone on it.

Gabi didn’t know why Armin was alerted at the sight of another horse, but when they got closer, she saw a woman in military uniform, a horse’s head implemented on the jacket.

“Hitch? Hitch!” Armin shouted and waved with his hand, and that caught Hitch’s attention.

She looked behind her, and for a moment Armin was worried if someone was chasing her, but the horizon seemed to be empty and only them were in his peripheral view.

When Hitch neared, he noticed that her lips were moving, and Armin wondered if the time had finally come for her to lose her mind and started talking to herself since no one was around her, and then he decided that everything they had been through is certainly enough to turn even trees into lunatics. Just how long until all of them talked to themselves and staggered in the streets? If they were alive by then alright.

The horses neighed as they pulled the straddles, bringing them to a halt, both had sweat dripping from their foreheads and were slightly panting, even though they were riding the horses and not running on foot.

“Oh, hello there Armin, and hello there, young lady, what’s up Armin? Out for a last walk before these titans smash us?” Hitch wisecracks as pointy as ever, but there was a hint of fear in it that was coated with uncertainty.

Armin weighed the decision of garnering information about how everything was going in the interior, or to just ride past her because time was running out and they barely could get to Connie in time.

Annie.

“Hitch.” Armin had no idea how he was supposed to say this and sounding as sane as someone whose life was about to end, so he tried tentatively to reach the subject as smoothly as possible, “when the walls fell down, the armored titan’s armor broke down at the same moment.”

“Ok?” Hitch titled her head to the side, slightly offended that Armin ignored her question.

“Annie. I know this might sound crazy, but.” His hands were up and in front of his head, shaking violently and waving around, as if drawing motions with them would help him get to his point tranquilly, “the crystal, I mean-”

“Well don’t you look at that.”

Armin’s arms froze midair, and air was stuck in his lungs.

Even though there was a chance that Hitch was only playing around and pulling a prank on Armin, it was highly anticipated that she was solemn.

Then Armin saw something.

Or someone.

He got off the horse, and Gabi did so only to catch the horse’s straddles; they couldn’t afford more time to be dashing after horses, not now.

Armin walked a few hesitant steps towards Hitch, and the someone was more visible.

A small frame, a hunched back.

Blonde locks.

“Annie…” He could manage to get some air out and wheeze that name, and it didn’t come out as a question, because she slowly, almost agonizingly slowly, lifted her head up, and he could see her face.

It was her face with no doubt, he has been looking at it for hours daily, for over than four years.

But for the first time in these four years, there wasn’t a barrier between him and her.

He wondered if her eyes had always looked this blue.

As blue as an ocean, he thought.

Then she sighed, and got off the horse too, but with some trouble.

And then she was standing right in front of him, only some feet apart, Armin inexplicably felt premonition of emotions swirl through his stomach, and he didn’t know what expression he was making, nor did he know Annie’s, since she suddenly was interested in the dirt underneath her shoes.

Armin stretched out his arms towards her, but still far away to feel her body’s heat, and his arms kept hanging there.

She was there, he could touch her face.

He spent sleepless nights just wondering how her hair would feel like between his fingers, and how his own body would feel pressed against hers, he imagined her body warm, unlike the crystal that she caged herself in, warm and soft.

Then he was startled when her head snapped up.

Blue met blue.

It was almost detectible to see the sparks materializing from both of them, for them to meet in the middle and create a magnificent mass of luminous blue energy; too gorgeous to stare at, too terrifying to touch.

“Armin.” She said, he felt a pinch on air rushing into his lungs, and instead of breathing ordinarily again, it only suffocated him more.

Then Armin’s eyes were growing hot, and blazing tears squirmed at the edge of them threatening to fall if he blinked, but his eyesight was growing blurry, so he had to blink, but his view didn’t clear out, because now tears didn’t stop falling and scrolling down his cheeks.

She only looked at him, her face more professional than a poker face, but if you’ve been around her for enough time, you’d know she’s showing more emotions than she did in years.

Armin heard Hitch throwing colorful profanities, but her voice seemed distance, and he was weightless; floating, like he was deep under water.

He called her name one more time before he took the two steps separating them and wrapped his arms around her; he hugged her tightly, so tight, and a few sobs slipped from his clenched jaw, and he hugged her tighter because -even though he had already anticipated that she broke free from the crystal- he couldn’t believe that he could just touch her.

To feel her.

Her body was warm, and her hair was soft, he didn’t know when he had tangled his fingers in her hair, but he didn’t pull back.

Then weak arms were pressing around him, and he had to pull back for a second to make sure he was hugging Annie because there was no way Annie’s grip would be as weak as that.

She pulled him back into the hug, and he hugged her again.

He was laughing.

And he didn’t know why.

Then he felt his shirt getting damp from where Annie’s face was buried, and that was when he loosened his embrace.

He pulled back, his arms cupping her cheek, and wiping off a tear of her cheek.

For a moment, in years, he felt pure happiness.

It’s true the world was crumpling down around them.

And it’s true that they would probably be dead soon.

He was happy for a moment.

And by seeing the twitch at the corner of her lips that turned into a smile, he assumed that she was as happy as he was.

Armin rested his forehead on Annie’s, then she closed her eyes, and so he did.

“You’ve taken your time, haven’t you?” Armin questioned her, though he wasn’t serious in the slightest.

“I did.” She answered, and he could hear the smile through her voice.

“A lot have happened.”

“I know.”

“A lot have changed.”

“I know.”

“I’ve changed.”

“I know.” She sounded confident when she replied to his last statement, her voice firm, and her fingers digged slightly in his cheeks.

Armin’s lips were partly opened, he was thinking of how he could tell her about everything that happened, all the catastrophes that occurred while she was locked away, faraway from anyone’s reach.

He, even though they were on the line to do their most likely failed mission, let himself enjoy the blue in her eyes; he had never been this physically close to Annie, and his breath was taken away.

He could get lost in her eyes at any time, to sink and drown and not even trying to save himself.

You should tell her.

A nagging voice at the back of his head insisted.

You must tell her.

“Annie, I-”

“She knows.”

Armin completely forgot that they had company, he had lost the sense of time and place the moment he felt Annie’s body against his, and despite the fact that he felt slightly irritated that he was snatched back into reality form his boundless pensive world; he was glad he was run by again with their condition.

And now that Hitch said that Annie already knew everything, then Hitch must have told her before their unforeseen meeting.

“She was awake, all this fucking time, she heard everything we said.” Hitch said this as it was the most common thing anyone could do at any time; yeah sure my friend got herself crystallized for four years but she was conscious all that time! Do you believe that?!

Armin looked back at Annie for validation only to find that she was already staring at him.

“Is that…?” He couldn’t let himself finish the question.

“Yes, I was.”

It took Armin three seconds before her turned into fifty shades of red.

He looked everywhere except Annie’s eyes, but he was sure she was still there because she was in his arms. His arms that now were around her waist.

A giggle.

That’s a sight he couldn’t miss, so he instantly looked at Annie, who held a bigger smile on her face.

Dammit.

“Never thought you were that type, Armin.” She said, “But I guess four years did change you in many aspects, right?” She was enjoying this way too much.

“Well.”

“But honestly you look handsome in this haircut.”

“Huh?” Armin didn’t think she would say this so abruptly, and he shivered at her fingers skimming the hairs from his undercut.

“I mean, I did like your long hair, but you look as good as I remember.”

Armin was looking back straight into Annie’s eyes, he could see the deepest corners of the ocean in her blue orbs, then his eyes flickered to her lips.

Then her eyes flickered to his lips.

And they both met in the middle.

It wasn’t a sweet kiss from one of the fairy tales his grandfather used to read to him; when the prince met the princess and their lips barely brushed in a sweet, gentle kiss, no, it was rough, rougher than a first kiss should be, but perfect for two souls with suppressed spirits, prohibited from feeling each other for years.

His arms could wrap completely around her waist, she was tiny, really petite, and he grew in the past few years, not much to be compared by his teammates, but he was adequately built to gulf Annie into him fluently.

Annie kissed him back as hard as he kissed her, if not even tougher, no one would know how much at times she just wanted to get out of the crystal, grab Armin by the collar of his shirt, smash her lips onto his, then get back into the crystal.

But when it finally did happen, she wondered if it was even humanly possible to want to get back into that freezing cold mass after feeling the blazing flames his lips were.

They both never kissed anyone before, but they couldn’t imagine anyone on earth would have the same lips as the ones they were kissing now.

Annie cupped Armin’s cheeks and moved her lips towards his, for some inexplicable reasons, it didn’t feel awkward, nor did it feel just right, it felt like they had already done this plenty of times, but each time they kiss, a new fire is ignited and they were thrown into a whole new world.

But their real world was ending, but there they were.

“Um excuse us, but we are kind of in a hurry and, uh, the walls literally just collapsed?” Hitch sarcastically commented, even though her grin was so wide it was actually audible.

Annie pulled away, and it was the cutest thing ever when Armin followed her withdrawing lips, wanting to kiss her more and obviously didn’t hear Hitch, but then he opened his eyes, and they were blurred, like he just woke up from a two days sleep and was itching to sleep even more.

So, Annie caressed his cheeks and while doing that she softly replied to Hitch: “Shut up.”

She watched him blink a few times, then he slightly shook his head, and he seemed to emerge back into reality, then his eyes widened, and Annie, with all the strength she could monitor, held herself back from just kissing him for the end of all eternities.

“Yes.” He murmured, and nor Annie, nor Hitch and nor Gabi -whom jaw hit the ground- were aware if he was agreeing with Annie or with Hitch, but maybe he was syncing his senses back to that moment.

“Yes…Yes!” He said, this time completely back in his mind, his eyes had a glint that didn’t show in years, “Annie, could you transform?”

“What?” Annie was confused, she shrugged her head back.

“I mean, we need to get to Ragako, Connie’s village, as fast as we can.” Armin took a step back and even though his body language seemed to indicate that everyone was included in this conversation, his eyes were fixated on Annie, “and your titan form is fast! Faster than thirty horses combined!” he was gesturing with his hands, then he stopped, a cover of concern layered him: “wait, I don’t even know if your capable of transforming, I mean, are you ok? How are you feeling? You had clearly lost mass muscles, I just-”

Annie reached out and held his hands in both her hands, looked him in the eyes and said: “Yes."

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baekhyuq · 5 years

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“Atta Boy.” Baekhyun| Werewolf!bbh

Genre: Smut, Angst(not really)

Warnings: Makeup sex, face sitting

Mini Playlist: “Shes my collar - Gorillaz”

Summary: You try to teach your werewolf boyfriend a lesson and he most definitely does not appreciate it.

Baekhyun sits with his feet propped on the coffee table. Your oh so beloved coffee table you got on sale with your mother during a black friday event. The memory gives you chills remembering how you fought off a middle aged lady for the table.

Baekhyun knew the rules, but never abided by them. If you told him to keep your feet off the table? He’d respond What table? It’s HIS table? His feet will remain on the table.

“Baekhyun, i’ve told you a million times to not put your feet on the table.” You sigh loudly as you swat at his feet with a rolled up news paper. Baekhyun growls, it comes from the back of his throat.

You huff and go back to the kitchen to tend to your dinner. And Baekhyun sneaks his feet back onto the table.

“What’s so special about the table anyway?” He whispers to himself.

You pop your head back into the living room, indeed he’s put his feet back on the table.

“Baekhyun!”

“What!? It’s just a fucking table!”

“The constant weight of your feet will loosen the legs, It’s not meant for your feet.” You swat at him again. He grabs your wrist standing up, his claws dig into your skin slightly.

“That’s the last time you hit me, you always scold me like i’m some fucking dog Y/n. What do you want from me?!”

“I want you to listen to me for once.” You cry. “You always brush off my words. Why don’t you just listen to me!” You rip your hands away from his grip and push his chest. “Your fucking ears should be big enough to hear that.”

You storm off to your shared room, finding your coat and your purse. You make your way to the door and slip on your heels.

“Where the hell do you think you’re going?” Baekhyun shouts at you, his voice on the edge.

“Out.” You spit at him. Your blood pressure was probably through the roof. Why couldn’t he just listen to you for once. All you ask is that he respects you. What’s so difficult?

You make your way to a bar called UN Village. You could use some distractions, for the night perhaps.

***

The clubs dark, safe for the lights that are flashing around constantly. The music is pounding away, making your whole body vibrate uncomfortably. And the smell of alcohol is calling your name.

You slide into a chair at the bar, the bar is even vibrating from the loud music. But it’s more quiet on this side of the club. A bartender offers you a smile and you note how handsome he is. Red horns rooting from the top of his head.

“Rough night?” He asks.

You nod and let out a sigh with a smile.

“What’s your name miss.”

“You can call me Y/n. You?”

“Jongin.” He responds in a voice all too kind. “What can we get started for you? Want something light, fruity, strong?”

“Surprise me.”

“You got it.”

Jongin turns to grab a few bottles before mixing up a concoction that fizzes. He slides it to you and you eye it before taking a sip. And another. And another. Until it’s gone.

“That was really good. What did you put in it? It tasted fruity!” You giggle, asking for another drink mixture. Jongin laughs before picking his brain for another drink to offer you.

“This ones my personal favorite.” He places a glass in front of you and you smell it, it smells slightly of alcohol. You taste it and it tastes like, Baekhyun. Like red apples and cinnamon. You frown slightly.

“Didn’t like it? Let me make another.” Jongin turns but you stop him.

“It’s not bad I-It just reminded me of somebody. Can you just give me lemon water?” You smile at him.

Jongin smiles back at you with a nod, “Coming right up princess.”

Jongin stays and talks with you throughout the night, he doesn’t leave your side as you spill your relationship problems with him. He comforted you with words of wisdom.

“Sometimes when we are arguing with people we love, we tend to hurt them the most. And when we are arguing one person will want to be heard, but becoming loud and being hurtful doesn’t get your point across. And in the end when the argument is said and done and you both apologize, it will take a whole person to say that they’ve not only heard what you’ve said, but understood.”

Jongin’s words grabbed you by the throat and choked you up. You and Baekhyun have had so many petty fights that it’s just built up. When you both apologize it doesn’t feel like you’ve squashed what you’ve fought about. It’s always something to slide under the carpet.

“Jongin you’re very smart. Your words have actually made me see something I’ve been doing wrong.” You smiled at him, and he kindly returned the smile.

“I need to go...” You patted his shoulder. Jongin nodded in understanding. “I wish you well. Come back anytime princess.” He waves.

***

You enter the house and it’s silent, the silence makes your ears ring. You take a deep breath before continuing to your room. You hear the low hum of a voice.

“Baekhyun?” You call out.

“Y/n?” He says back. Baekhyun’s sitting on the bed facing the wall with his hands in his lap. He looks like a sad puppy and you can’t help but to be sad also.

“Puppy...”

“No. I should apologize to you Y/n. I-I’m sorry for not listening to you more. I can see how it may have been troublesome to be with a person who doesn’t listen.” His ears are laid flat against his head and you feel even more bad.

“Baekhyun I shouldn’t have taken my anger out on you like that. I’m sorry for letting it boil over. I’m sorry I walked out, I needed space to clear my head...”

“Yeah, you smell like...a man.” Baekhyun’s ears aren’t flattened anymore. Ones raised and the over is flopped over on itself.

“Don’t get the wrong idea.” You punch his shoulder playfully. You stand between his legs and take his face in your hands.

“Do you accept my apology?” He says, his eyes shining in the moonlight that creeped in.

You give him a small smile and nod. “Yes puppy, I forgive you. Do you forgive me?”

Baekhyun wraps his arms around your waist and pulls you into him. “Let me show you just how much I forgive you.” He growls.

He tosses you onto the bed and you gasp.

He flashes you a toothy grin which you see his pointy canines. You feel a want towards him and it makes you almost whimper. He crawls on the bed toward you like an animal, stalking its prey. His eyes are narrowed at you, your heart beating out of your chest.

He touches your shoulder and you fall back completely. Baekhyun’s slender fingers strip you of your bottoms, leaving your top on. He plays with your clit, rubbing a finger teasingly. He smiles up at you a playful look thrown your way.

Your brain is processing it all so slowly, capturing every moment every touch every sensation. Baekhyun’s voices sounds but your body is too focused on one thing, getting a release from all this pent up frustration. And sadly Baekhyun would be on the receiving end.

You shot up in the bed, making Baekhyun jump back slightly.

“Y/n?”

“Lay on your back.”

He did as you told eyeing your suspiciously. You were never the one to command in the bedroom but tonight you’d show him. Show him how you should be heard.

You straddled him for a second, your mind almost retreating at the idea of dominating Baekhyun. Even though you know that he would never let you fully make him submit. It was in his nature to be dominant.

You put your hair up in a ponytail, Baekhyun gazing at your figure on top of him. He ran his hands up the sides of your body, his eyes on yours.

“What do you have planned pet.” He said, there he goes. Giving you a nickname to know who you belong to. Being on bottom was hard for Baekhyun. His ego hurt too much.

“How about you wait and see.” You whispered leaning down to playfully bite his lip. He growled, a smirk coming over his lips.

You take his clothing off firstly, getting the materials out of the way. Your fingers trace the muscles on his stomach and arms.

“You’re going to have to control yourself and listen to me.” You say confidently working your way up his body. You make a move, climbing up his body till your core is hovering over his mouth.

Baekhyun looked up at you with those bedroom eyes, the ones he’d give when he really wanted you. When he gave you that look you knew you had a collar on him.

His hand itched to pull you down onto his lips, to taste your sweet nectar stored deep within you. You carefully sat on his inviting mouth, holding most of your weight onto the headboard. Baekhyun was strong enough to hold you up himself though, and he did just that. His hands coming up to support your thighs, his arms flexing slightly at your weight.

He needed some sense of control on his part. Having you on his lips was a treat.

His eyes fluttered closed, his tongue poking out to lick a stripe up your clit. His eyes flashes back over to see your reaction. He can’t help it, you’re too sexy. Irresistibly so.

Your eyes are on his, your voice shaky when you tell him to continue. A moan slips out when he flicks his tongue, you let your hands come down from resting on the headboard, to tangling them in his hair. His hand travels from your thigh to your ass, giving it a cheeky squeeze. You moan once more, his tongue buried deep within you. Alternating between up and down, sliding between your folds to dipping you a few times. To Baekhyun, eating you out was a delicacy. His arms strongly supporting you, his hair between your fingers and your pussy on his lips. He smacks your ass quickly gaining your attention. Your thighs were crushing his head.

“Sorry I got carried away—Are you okay?” You sputtered out.

Baekhyun huffs out and his cold breathe hits your cunt. “I cant believe you tried to kill me.” He says playfully biting the inside of your thigh. Your cheeks turn rosy and you move to get off Baekhyun but his arms keep you in place. “Where do you think you’re going?”

“I-I don’t want to accidentally kill you.”

“Y/n i’m a lot stronger than you, your thighs may have almost killed me but atleast i’ll die in your cunt.” Baekhyun smirks up at you, he knew what his foul mouth did to you. Dirty talk was something you loved receiving from Baekhyun.

His tongue was back at your core once more, teasing was no more. He was full on tongue fucking you now, no holding back this time. Baekhyun wanted to get you to release and he was going to stop at nothing. You mouth fell out at the sudden stimulation, missing the warmth between your legs you gave in to his dominating tongue. The faster his tongue was the louder you got. His name slipping off your tongue once or twice. The vibrations from his deep grunts traveling to your core.

You didn’t want him to make you climax without learning a lesson. You looked down at his disheveled hair, yanking harshly on it. Baekhyun’s brows furrowed together and his eyes shot up at you.

“Keep going.” You demanded, gaining confidence when he followed your demand. You rocked your hips on his skillful tongue. You reached back behind you and squeezed Baekhyun’s bulge teasingly. In return Baekhyun groaned, thrusting slightly into your hand. It continued for a minute, Baekhyun’s desperate attempts to make you climax while you returned the favor. Right before Baekhyun was able to feel you unfold right on his lips you pinned his head down on the bed.

“I want you to swallow.” You demanded, your hands full of his white locks, your eyes staring right into his animalistic ones. He nodded eager to please you, he returned to his place between your thighs. Before you knew it he had you doubled over, bent in half as usual. Your thighs squeezed around Baekhyun, but he knew this would happen so he held your thighs apart. Your body twitched and withered as the orgasm ripped through you. And you had the guts to praise Baekhyun, patting him on his head, “Atta boy.”

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saelwen · 4 years

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Yavanna x ColorBlind!Reader

A Lovely Anon Request:

How about Yavanna with a colourblind reader? Yavanna meeting the reader who can't see colors and becoming mother like figure to them. I thought this could be creative idea.

Masterlist

Summary: You are an elf that suffers from achromatopsia, making everyone look at you as a child of darkness except Yavanna. (Sorry I’m bad at summaries)

Warnings: ANGST, Yavanna is such a good mother figure 😊🥀

Words: 1k

A/n: So I just to explain to you guys that achromatopsia is an illness that makes you see just black and white.

Also, i don’t know why but when i was writing this story i was listening to the song The Curse by Agnes Obel and i felt that goes really good with that story!

Click to listen to the song- HERE

A tear fell down your soft cheek as you sat in the middle of a beautiful garden. Well for you was dull since you were color blind. Since you were born, you couldn’t see color. Everything around you was black and white, making your days dull and cheerless.

Your Father and Mother had pleaded to the Valar for help, to try to lift this curse from you but they couldn’t. You live your life with a heavy chest, sorrowful for not knowing the color of your mother’s hair or the color of your father's favorite robe. Not knowing what color your dresses are or the color of the flower beside you shake with the warm wind.

In the back of your mind, you knew that your parents were ashamed of you. How is it possible an elf could not see color?! It’s abominable!

“Why did I born with this curse?... What did I do to Eru for deserving this?” you whisper quietly, letting more tears run down your puffy red eyes.

You look down and saw a beautiful black rose. Lifting your hand slowly, you stroke carefully your fingers on the soft petal. Was the rose really black? What color was she? Did her color shined more with the warm sunlight hitting on her soft petals? Thoughts were running wild in your head, wanting desperately to know the answer. Lost on your thoughts, you didn’t notice the delicate figure walking slowly to you.

“Her color is warm...like sunlight bathe you in its warmth.” a smooth voice sounded behind you.

You turn your head back and your eyes widen. Standing behind you was Lady Yavanna, one of the Valar. Wife of Aulë. You shot up and bow quickly.

“M..My Lady!” you softly said, looking at her with your e/c eyes full of awe. Yavanna was known to have a wild beauty. Her long curly hair was, to you, pure black as like the little flowers on her hair. Her dress was long and looked soft to touch. Her body was curvy and plump but that made her even more beautiful. Her eyes were pale and you could see them looking at you full of maternal emotion.

“Please sit down, Y/n. Today is such a beautiful day!” Yavanna said with a warm smile, sitting beside you.

You do as she told and return to your seat, playing nervously with your fingers. You had never been in the same place with a Valar, you would always stay in your chambers whenever your parents had important elves or ainur in your home. You would spend most of your days in your balcony looking at the grey sky, watching the two trees shining in the distance.

There was a long silence moment around you two, you could hear that beautiful song of nature intensified with Yavanna's presence. A sweet smell radiated from her which made your body relax, melting into the soft grass beneath you.

“You know... You are the first elf that is color blind.” Yavanna's soft voice made the birds chirp happily, making her smile softly. “When your parents came to us seeking help, most of us were shocked...Never in our long life, we have heard an elf like you.”

You could feel tears trying to escape again but you took a deep breath and contain them, not wanting Yavanna to see you crying.

“We all thought that you were kissed by darkness with you were born...but now I see that we were all wrong.” her voice delicate and soft. “You are different, Y/n...and that’s what makes you special. You see our world in a different way... in your way.”

“Yes...But my world is dull and melancholy,” you whisper quickly, feeling tears running down freely. “Every time I look to the skies, they are always grey even when it’s a beautiful summer day... People whisper awful things behind my back, saying that I'm cursed... a child of darkness...” you sob the last part, remembering of what Prince Fëanor said in one of your mother’s parties.

“That’s not true! And you know it... “the wild beauty said with a frown on her face. Yavanna stood up and extended her hand to you, smiling gently. “Come... Let me show you something.”

You cleaned your tears and grab her warm hand, letting her lead you through the dense woods. After a long walk, Yavanna stopped and let you take a step forward. A gasp fell from your lips as you see the most beautiful view that you ever saw. You were on a cliff, a vast ocean before you.

You only could see grey with tones of white and black but you knew that you didn’t need colors to appreciate the beautiful view. The sound of the heavy waves hitting the rocks below you made your body relax, feeling the warm wind around you and the salty smell from the ocean... You were at peace.

You two sat down on the cliff, carefully for not to fall down. Yavanna begins humming a soft song, making all the sounds around you more intense. You feel your lips twist into a small smile which surprised you since who could smile when their world is black and white?... Your smile grew to a bigger one and you realized that made you feel good...made you special.

“You deserve to be happy, Y/n... like anyone else,” Yavanna said while putting a piece of your h/c hair behind your pointy ear, stroking gently your soaked cheek. “Don’t let anyone said otherwise!” with her kind words, you were a sobbing mess. She pulls you into her warm embrace and let you cry everything out, rubbing gently your hair.

“Shhh...It’s okay...” she whispers softly, embracing you like a mother does to her sweet child after falling down or lost their favorite toy. You close your eyes and relax in her warm embrace, noticing that your mother or father never had held you like this.

Yavanna begins her song again and snaps her fingers, making a flower field surrounding you two. You look again to the vast peaceful ocean and smile, seeing in the distance the sun hiding on the horizon.

Maybe Yavanna was right. You deserve to be happy... and you will.

Hey Guys!! Here’s a new one-shot with Yavanna! So what do you guys think? I think it was a little bad but I hope you like it and feel free to comment and tell me what you think!

XOXO

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keeperofhounds · 4 years

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Lost & Found (Chapter Four)

Special thanks to my beta reader @rachelbethhines and special thanks to Varian 66 on Discord for their part in developing this story.

We all know how the original story started. We all know how it ended too. Let’s see an alternate take if Eugene were to have been adopted rather than being alone for most of his life.

Rapunzel could honestly say that she was feeling nervous. Who wouldn’t be? She had never even heard of a wizard up until that point. All this time she thought that she was the only one in the entire world who could do something special but it turns out that there were people just like her. Mother had never told her about this in fact the revelation that a person who could do magic was living in a village surrounded by people and lived so close to the Tower was mind-boggling.

Now they were walking along a worn dirt road in silence. Pascal was perched on her shoulder and Flynn was leading the way. It left her with a lot of time to think.

“Hey, so what is this wizard like?” Rapunzel asked, she hoped he was nice and maybe could help her with her hair. It’s not that she didn’t want to go back to the Tower but with what she's seen so far her world looked so small in comparison.

“Well Blondie Varian has a talent in solving problems.” Flynn replied, keeping his eyes ahead, “Although rumor has it that he’s very dangerous.”

Rapunzel stopped, “Dangerous?”

“Yeah, he’s blown up the village countless times, made metal monsters which can follow his commands, and create potions with unimaginable effects.”

Pascal squeaked and narrowed his eyes at the mans words.

She had heard enough maybe she can figure out something else about her hair. Maybe find someone else. Rapunzel could just imagine it a large stranger with a menacing voice, pointy teeth. Rapunzel shook her head, she had to be rational about this. Even if Flynn was a little mean at times with all his attempts to get back into the Tower, he was really nice. Mother would be furious if she ever tried doing what she did to Flynn to get what she wanted and he hadn’t tried to hurt her.

There was no doubt that Flynn knew the truth about her hair and throughout this time had not once tried to touch it. If she was so bold to think Mother was wrong about a few things already.

Rapunzel laughed nervously, swinging her frying pan side by side, “Yeah, good try Flynn but you’re not getting rid of me that easily.”

He turned to look at her and shrugged his shoulders, “Well I tried to warn you. It’s your funeral blondie. Aha! There it is!”

Up ahead was a stone structure not unlike her tower only it wasn’t so thin. It had a side tower and looked bigger than her tower ever would. There clearly was damaged but it was livable if this was where the wizard was staying.

Flynn threw up his hands, “Haha, look at this sweet place it’s been a while since I’ve been here hasn’t changed a bit.” Placing his hands over Rapunzel's shoulders he started pushing her toward the entrance, “Now come on Blondie before anyone sees us.”

Inside was dark and deserted but Flynn didn’t stop at the room behind the door. No, he went deeper into the castle until he stopped them by and ominous looking light coming from the crack of the door. The colors of blue, pink, green, purple, and magenta were all flashing beyond that door.

Placing his hands over the door knob Flynn turned to Rapunzel giving her a warning, “Sure you don’t wanna go back out now Blondie it looks likes things could get hair in there.”

Rapunzel looked at the lights. She had never seen those colors as lights it really was looking that some kind of magic was happening beyond that door. Turning to look at Pascal he squealed and shoved his hands in a go along motion. Rapunzel took a deep breath, she's made it this far she couldn’t lose her nerve now.

Tightening her hands around the frying pan should anything go wrong Rapunzel gave Flynn a hard look, “Let's do this.”

Flynn gave her a wide-eyed look normally when he did this sort of thing the people he was with got scared before they even met Varian. Other times even if they made it past the door they still ran off scared after experiencing Varian. In all honestly it was perfect when Flynn wanted to break up with someone. Scare them off and they’ll never bother him again. If they stuck around they were usually pretty great people.

Being sure to heighten the suspense before things inevitably went chaotic Flynn slowly turned the knob and pushed the door open. Gently grabbing Rapunzel's hand he led her to one place that he would normally avoid. When his leg tripped over the wire that's when all hell broke loose.

Rapunzel screamed when she felt something touch her feet, she tried moving but no matter how hard she tried she couldn’t move. She wildly swung with her frying pan trying to get their attacker. Why did she do this? It couldn’t have been worth it!

“Hello?” an unfamiliar voice said, “Who are you!”

By that point everything went black for Rapunzel.

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“Oh, my goodness she’s dead Eugene. She’s dead and it’s all my fault! What are we goin’ to do!?” Varian cried, grasping his head with his hands.

Flynn calmly grabbed the salt shaker and sprinkled Varian’s anti-goo solution onto his trapped feet. He felt terrible at how this all played out and the accusing stare that the frog was giving him was not helping the current situation. Varian was freaking out not that Flynn blamed him who could when there was an unconscious stranger in his lab.

“Calm down kid, she just passed out.” Eugene said, gently lifting the girl from the floor. Varian had used his solution on her feet in an attempt to help but he wasn’t strong enough to carry her anywhere.

Pascal growled in his little reptile was and tried to hit Flynn with his tongue.

“Would… you… stop…. That.” Flynn said, swatting at the frog. “She’s fine frog long-hair here just had a fright.”

He looked around the room and spotted the familiar table that was kept in the lab. Luckily it was clean and not full of normally dangerous chemicals or sharp objects. Flynn walked over to the wooden table and gently placed Rapunzel onto the table. He took a seat on the near-by stool and threw his hands onto his face in exasperation.

How could things go so wrong? He hadn’t meant for things to go so far. Now the crazy girl that he met in the woods was unconscious in a strangers (to her) lab. If that wasn’t bad enough he had freaked out the kid who worked in that same room. Sometimes he was just the worst.

“So, Eugene is she your girlfriend or something?” Varian shyly asked, his curiosity had winning over.

“Or something.” Flynn said, thinking about how panicked Rapunzel looked, everyone else who he had done this to didn’t have such desperate reactions. “She’s just a girl I met and am showing her around. She wanted to see the lantern festival.”

Varian hummed, “So, is she foreign I mean with all that hair, and that’s a lot of hair.”

“Yeah, you can say that.” How else can he say that. That this girl had apparently never been out of her tower and this was the first time that she was in another persons house. There is also the fact that Flynn was trying to use him to make go running back to that tower.

“Well in any case,” Varian threw his hands around Flynn and gave him the tightest hug that a boy his age could manage, “it’s great to see you again, I was wondering when you’d come back.”

The excitement was clear in his voice and the smile on his face leave it to Varian to try to make light of a situation. Flynn returned the hug, “I missed you too kid.”

Flynn just wanted to continue with this moment and just forget the entire day. Forget that he stole a missing persons crown. Forget that the girl on the table was unconscious. He just wanted all his problems to wash away, but of course Varian took notice of the little pest on the side.

“No, way it’s a chameleon, fascinating.” Varian said, breaking away from the hug and racing towards the clearly nervous frog. “Did you know that chameleons have skin crystals in their skin which enable them to change color at will?”

Watching Varian try to coax the animal with fruit Flynn laughed, “No, no, I did not know that, but good to know.”

Pascal shot his tongue at a grape which Varian was holding out before turning the same shade as the grape. Flynn really needed to make this right to the girl on the table and he could only think of one thing that might just do it.

“Hey, Varian do you got anything for hair?”

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Rapunzel groaned as she came too, she had hit her head on the stone floor, but the rush of memories of the last thing she experienced made her quickly forget her pain. Rushing up from the table she frantically turned her head, she felt something nudge her hand and looked down. It was her frying pan!

Quickly grabbing it with two hands she pointed the frying pan, “Pascal?!” She cried out, she hoped that nothing happened to her only friend.

That’s when she heard the sound of words farther from the room tip toeing from the table she snuck into the next room keeping her weapon at the ready. Pushing her back against the wall she slowly tilted her head to see from the hall. If Pascal was in trouble then she would do everything in her power to get him back. She didn’t care if some big, scary wizard was around to stop her.

What she saw though made her lower her weapon and silence any doubts. Flynn the man who basically tricked her into coming into this strange place was playing with a kid. The kid looked only a few years younger than her but he was waving a strange object with glowing parts like a sword and saying words from memory. Pascal was on his shoulder looking no worse for wear. In fact he seemed to be enjoying what was happening.

Flynn, on the other hand, was making dramatic movements and slashing strokes towards the kid, but his “weapon” was a wooden sword which was clearly too small for him. He read passages off a book responding to the kids words. In fact Flynn looked like he was clearly having a good time.

Rapunzel couldn’t connect it, she had never played with a person who would talk back before. Pascal was great don’t get her wrong, but they couldn’t do anything like that in the tower. Not to mention there were only three books in that tower. Every attempt she made to play with Mother had failed and she learned to just play by herself. Pascal was a great playmate though, but she can only imagine having other people around to have fun with.

It seemed that she had been staring for too long because Flynn caught her looking. He froze and stared. Rapunzel stared back. Flynn eyed the wooden sword and threw it to the side, “Hey, Blondie you’re awake, so glad you can join us.” He turned to the kid he had been playing with, “I was just negotiating, yeah that’s it negotiating a deal with the person who lives here.”

Rapunzel didn’t believe him, but he was clearly embarrassed so she dropped the subject. Pascal leapt off the kids shoulder and hugged her face glad to see that she was okay. Although this was clearly a nice moment there was still that wizard they had to think about.

The long haired girl raised her frying pan, “Flynn, where’s the wizard who trapped us in that goo?”

“Flynn?” the kid asked, confused the thief must have not told him his name.

Flynn grasped his hands, “Yeah, about that… you see the wizard.”

The boy interrupted him, “Wizard? Hey, I’m not a wizard, the stuff I make is strictly science not magic.”

Rapunzel gave him a look putting the pieces together, “Wait so you’re…?”

“That’s right I am Varian!” Varian exclaimed, placing his hand over his chest proudly, “And it is very nice to meet you.”

#varian #Tangled the movie #tangled the series #rapunzels tangled adventure #my fanfiction #fanfiction #flynn rider #Rapunzel #lost & found #Siblings au #adopted au

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Are You Lepre-Kidding Me || Morgan & Mina

Making friends is hard. #cursed

@drowningisinevitable

Morgan was relieved to have another shot at a normal work friend with a normal work lunch. The whole dishonesty about magic and beautiful weirdness thing wasn’t a fun time, but it was a bargain she was familiar with. Familiar could be comforting. And Mina seemed so nice. Morgan was happy to venture to the maths and engineering quad where a thai fusion truck liked to park and catch the hungry students coming out of their four hour labs. Morgan rocked on her heels as she stood in line, trying to figure out if Mina was already there. She fidgeted with a new pendant she’d crafted for herself, amethyst wrapped in gold, and checked her phone again, sending Mina a quick message: In line! Trying to will the sun back with floral prints.

Mina had been in the quad for about five minutes (five and a half, but who was counting?) and had already ordered a bowl of shrimp and fried rice when she got Morgan’s message. She sent back quickly that she’d snagged a table in the back right corner of the quad and settled in to wait for a few more minutes. She was excited; Mina’d always had a bit of trouble making friends. She and her dad never really settled anywhere for too long, and, if they did, never for longer than a year and a half. She’d thought she’d make more friends as she settled in to White Crest, but she was always feeling that niggling in the back of her head about her promise to her father, and, yeah, there was a small (very small, so small) piece of her that didn’t want to have to fulfill it anytime soon. It made her wary and awkward around people, never knowing what to expect from them. It was time for a change, though. It was time to connect with people.

Morgan stiffened with nervousness. Mina was already here. Morgan searched the tables as the line shifted up and ordered the noodle special. She paid for her food and wandered around until she saw her. Something about the way she almost vibrated in her seat reminded Morgan of her messages. She stopped, smiling hopefully. “Are you Mina…?” She asked. “It’s Morgan. Me. I’m Morgan, hi!” She gave another cursory look around the tables, just in case she had it wrong. There was a weird sound in the bushes, she thought, but perhaps it was her own anxiety manifesting its own soundtrack. It wouldn’t be the weirdest thing to happen to her lately.

Jiggling her foot, Mina’s head whipped up as the other woman walked up to her. She smiled brightly. “Hey! Hi! Hey, Morgan! Yes, I’m Mina. It’s really nice to meet you. In person. Nice to meet you in person.” Okay, stop talking, she told herself. Something rustling in the bushes caused her to pause, just for a second, before she turned her attention back to Morgan. Birds, probably, she thought, though she felt a bit… off. The off feeling wasn’t coming from Morgan, though, and Mina really couldn’t be more grateful. She’d have cried if Morgan had been Fae. She really would have. “Have you had food from the thai truck, yet? I know you’re probably usually on the other side of campus, but they’re actually really good!”

Morgan beamed with relief and took a seat across from Mina. “Oh, good! It would’ve been really awkward if I’d put all that energy out at a random person. Not that I haven’t done it a few times before, but, you know.” She smiled brightly and looked the girl over, trying to get a better sense of her. She seemed even more anxious than Morgan, even more eager. Morgan wondered what she had to be nervous about, if it was her brain working overtime or if something had happened to make her expect something to go wrong. She knew both impulses well, and it made her feel a little endeared to her. “I haven’t, actually. I’m usually at the soup place on the arts quad, but this looks so yummy! Highly recommended by my freshmen, but they eat just about anything, I think, so I’m not sure how much that’s worth.” She sniggered into her noodles and took a bite. “It’s a shame we haven’t run into each other before now. It’s so stuffy in the office space, and it’s just medievalist and modernist bros making themselves feel superior. Well, less so, now that some of them are uh, missing with this eternal night thing.” And less so since she’d threatened one with murder. Morgan hadn’t thought she’d been very convincing, but the novelty factor must have worked in her favor. This, however, didn’t seem like making-friends material. “But what about you! I don’t picture it being very different in the math department, but, you know, it’d be nice if it was.”

“I understand the feeling,” Mina said with a smile. She was constantly putting out too much energy and hoping it went out the right way, and she often ended up screwing up. One time, she’d brought her father someone that she thought was a vampire but clearly wasn’t a vampire, and he’d only barely managed to catch her mistake in time. After that, they’d stuck to having her identify Fae. Speaking off, she was feeling something strange, but… no. She was imagining things. “Oh, I know all about freshmen appetites.” She wrinkled up her nose a bit. “One of the frat boys I tutor said the other day that a friend dared him to eat spray cheese on a marshmallow, which he did, of course, and he liked it. However, the Thai truck is no joke really good! I almost always grab a bite from here unless I pack lunch.” She frowned as Morgan talked about some of her coworkers. “Yeah, the, uh, the math masters program is, I’m sure you can guess, quite small. Quite. Most of my colleagues are… very nice gentlemen at times.” Most of them really weren’t bad, but there were two or three that she really wouldn’t mind just taking home to Dark Score and not drowning them. Not completely, at least. Mina gave Morgan a big smile. “But it’s certainly nice to meet someone outside of the department and outside of tutoring! I’m all about differential equations, but… it’s nice to not think about numbers!”

Morgan had no problem believing Mina had problems with awkward first impressions. But whatever the cause, there was something kind under it all. Morgan smirked about the frat boy, and her colleagues. It seemed pretty clear there was a whole other word besides ‘gentlemen’ that she wanted to use. She smiled warmly at her as she gathered another scoop of noodles. “That’s fair. Although I do know something about those too. And, much as I can and will talk about books all day, it’s good to just, you know, be normal sometimes.” Or normal-ish. Normal-ish for humans, anyway. “I don’t really have any gal-pals up here. And I’m not really sure the TA bros would even get some of of--” Morgan never finished her thought. With a strangled yelp, her head snapped back, and just before she hit the ground, she saw a strange, wormy-gray looking critter leap on top of her forehead and reach for her neck.

This was nice, Mina thought as she ate a bite of shrimp. Nice company, nice food, a nice day (well, night). She could do this. Really, she could. “Right, you also teach some chemistry classes, yes? That’s really cool! But, I agree, it’s very nice to be normal.” Mina felt something kindred with Morgan, especially when she mentioned not having any gal-pals around. Mina didn’t have any pals at all, really. She agreed, and she would have told Morgan as much as soon as the other woman stopped speaking, except for one (or, rather, several) small problem: leprechauns. Brave ones, too, as one immediately took to Morgan, leaping on her. “No, no, no!” Mina yelped. She looked around the courtyard and, wow, just them and the leprechauns. Lunch must be over for most. There were too far in the back for the food truck guy cleaning up to see them, not in the dark, and-- Leprechauns. Mina needed to focus on the leprechauns. “Hey! Back off!” They wouldn’t bother her, not with her Fae blood, but Morgan was another story. Mina attempted to grab the one that was on Morgan as she told the other woman, “Iron! Need iron!”

Many, many strange things were happening at once. For starters, Morgan was on the ground, staring at a new upside-down world peopled with more strange gray faces, like something out of a scary children’s movie. They were toddling towards her, making strange noises that set her teeth on edge. Then Mina was there, throwing one off her and calling for...iron? Wasn’t that just a supernatural know-how thing? But Morgan didn’t have time to think. She was too busy scrambling onto her knees and looking for something, anything, to transmute. Her catch-all bag was too far and now there was one pulling on her ankle. Morgan screamed and tore out her hair clip and slammed it on her cuff, making--one tiny rod with a pointy end, not even the full length of her hand. Morgan held onto it tight as she was dragged back by too many tiny hands. She hooked one arm around the leg of the picnic table and thrust the other out to Mina. She seemed to know what she was doing. The why part could come later.

Mina’d already tore a section of the bottom of her sweater off and wrapped it around her hand as she watched the leprechauns bearing down on them Of course, of course, the one time she actually begins to enjoy lunch on campus, and leprechauns decided to come along and ruin it. The one that she threw off of Morgan was looking at her in complete confusion, unable to comprehend that she’d chosen the other woman over a fellow Fae. Mina snatched the rod of iron from Morgan, grateful that the other woman was a magic user as she watched the hair clip transmutate, and it felt hot even through the cloth around her hand, but it was a familiar burn, and she should be somewhat protected. And, then, she went for one of the leprechauns around Morgan’s feet, lashing out with the rod. Many of them panicked at the approaching metal but seemed resolute in hounding their quarry. In their focus, they weren’t quite as fast as normal, and Mina took her chance, grabbing one and shoving the iron rod under its jaw and through its skull. Then she went at another one. To Morgan, she said, “I don’t suppose you can find a way to do that again?”

Morgan scrambled up and onto the table as soon as she was free, pulling her bag up with her. She wasn’t sure what the plan was besides ‘don’t get maimed,’ But seeing the pointy end of her rod go through one of the little gray head made her yelp and spill everything from her catch-all bag. Less rummaging. More doing. “Uhh, sort of?” She found the rod she’d been gifted and held it up like a bat. Only-- right. They were all at her ankles, and the second Morgan jumped down from the table, they were at it again. She swung down hard, batting one away. The sound the iron made sent cringe down her arms. Cold iron really was no joke. “What are these things?” She asked, swatting away another. “What do they want?”

“They’re leprechauns,” Mina said. “And not the kind of the cereal box, unfortunately.” She grabbed one by its abnormally large head and twisted. If Morgan wasn’t around, she’d decapitate the thing with her claws. However, she just snapped its neck, knowing it probably wasn’t dead. “They like stealing things, rare things, expensive things. They’ll kill to get it, too. And they travel in packs. Iron and decapitation are the two ways to dispose of them.” She recited what she’d been taught years ago, and she’d actually put this knowledge into practice. Leprechauns were not what her father considered humanoid Fae, the kind that she should be targeting in White Crest, but they were definitely the kind that she’d gone after with him when she was younger. “They’re also quite heavy so-- oof!” Apparently, Mina was no longer Fae enough to protect as one of the leprechauns threw itself at her. She grunted under the weight and kicked it off. “So watch out!”

“Rare things?” Morgan asked, taking another swing. “But I don’t--” Shit. Morgan hopped back on the table and pulled on Mina to come with her. She took off her necklace (oh earth, and it was some of her best work, too) and dangled it on the end of her rod. “Is this what you want? Seriously?” She tossed it down to the ground and braced herself while the leprechauns inspected the newfound ‘treasure.’ Morgan waited, tense, and reached for Mina’s arm so they could make a break for together if they had to. “Will that make them go away?” She asked in a whisper.

Mina tensed as Morgan grabbed her arm, but she kept her gaze steadily on the leprechauns. Four. Eight. Twelve. Thirteen. Fourteen. Fourteen of the foul creatures, all surrounding Morgan’s necklace. “I don’t know,” she said lowly. “They usually kill when they get caught.” The clicking sounds they made caused a shiver to run up Mina’s spine. Though they couldn’t speak any sort of human language, she knew that leprechauns weren’t to be underestimated. They were smart, quick, and nimble, and they had a nasty habit of making and using their own tools. Plus, there were so many of them, and though she was impressed with how Morgan had handled herself so far, Mina didn’t know how the other woman would be able to take on fourteen of the bloody creatures.

The leprechaun critters were plotting, negotiating, maybe even laying claims on who got to eat which toe for their lunch break. Carefully, Morgan stuffed only her essentials into her bag and slipped it over her shoulder. “We should run?” She mouthed to Mina, clumsily pantomiming their great escape with one hand. She eased onto her knees and inched back, balancing the cold iron in her grip all the while. It might have even worked if it hadn’t scraped on the edge of the table. The leprechauns turned their heads her way, their grim, tiny faces unreadable. Well, so much for being sneaky about it. “Yep! We’re running!” She leapt off her perch and sprinted away, leg throbbing with each step.

Though she would have loved to stick around and tear into the rest of the leprechauns, Mina followed jerkily after Morgan. She turned around and bared sharp teeth at the wretched little creatures, hoping that would deter them. If they figured out that Morgan was under her, another Fae’s protection, they might leave her alone. Whatever the case, Mina planned to come back at a later date with one of her father’s swords and slaughter the remaining leprechauns to ensure they didn’t do this to anyone else. She followed after Morgan, and, when she felt they were far enough away, she stopped the other woman. “We’re-- I think we’re good. Are you alright? Did they hurt you at all?”

Morgan slowed, staggering, to a stop. “Uhh...not too badly, I think?” She patted herself down carefully. There were some tender spots on her back from where she’d fallen, and a nasty scrape where she’d been dragged along the ground, but given what else had happened to her lately, Morgan felt like she couldn’t really complain. “At least I don’t need another hospital visit. I can’t stand Nurse Denise judging me again. What about you? Are you--” For the first time since they’d been disrupted, Morgan actually took a good look at Mina. There was something else in her, something firm and stringently capable, something like the iron, which she held with a hand wrapped in fabric. Morgan stared, trying to make sense of the last few minutes. “Mina, are you okay after all that?”

Mina ran a hand through her hair, taking a deep breath and letting out a sigh. “I’m glad you’re alright. They really tried to--” She stopped herself. What they tried to do was kill Morgan. All for a necklace. She really hated leprechauns. “I’m glad you’re alright.” She was concerned about the need for a hospital trip, though she didn’t say anything, it probably showed. Another implied that there had at least been one, in not multiple. “I’m fine,” she said. The leprechauns had barely touched her due to what she was, and the few scrapes and bruises she had would easily be taken care of when she got home. She looked at the iron rod, covered in bits of leprechaun and still in her wrapped hand. She wiped it off on her shirt. “I’m quite used to things like this. I grew up taking care of monsters like them.”

“T-tried to--?” Morgan prompted, eyes wide. She already had a decent idea from all the other times she’d almost-died recently, but there was something so strange about the prospect of getting her head dashed on the pavement over a bit of gold and amethyst. She’d heard by now of a few kinds of fae critters that subsisted on humans or thought nothing of hurting them, but it was different, feeling the ghosts of tiny leprechaun hands on her. Morgan shivered and tucked her rod back into her catch-all bag and took the one she’d transmuted from Mina. She touched it to her wrist to bring back her hair clip and distracted herself by fussing with her hair, wincing only a little in pain at the way it irritated the scrapes on her back. “Right. So, I don’t think there’s any point in pretending we’re normal by human standards,” she said, a little unsteadily. “Me, alchemist. You--? I mean how do you grow up uh…’taking care’ of leprechauns?”

“They don’t usually let people live when they get found out,” Mina said quietly. She felt uncomfortable saying the words out loud, making them real. As long as she had her way, though, those leprechauns wouldn’t be touching another person. She unwrapped her hand and flexed it. Thankfully, the iron handed touched her flesh at all, so while she’d felt a bit of discomfort, she was still fine and human, if in appearance only. She did laugh a bit as Morgan stated that they weren’t normal. “And here I thought all adjuncts had the chemical know-how to transmute a hair clip into an iron rod.” Mina played with the strip of cloth in her hand. “My father, he hunts creatures, creatures that hurt human beings. He raised me to do the same. I try to protect humans from the evils in this world, like those wretched things.” She jutted her chin in the direction that they came. “They would have killed you, Morgan. Without a thought and without a care.”

Morgan nodded. This was all kinds of not good. First leprechauns, and now--a Warden? Morgan lost her grip on her hair and had to start over. The last thing she needed was another complicated not-friendship with a kind of hunter. And yet here Mina was, young and nice and sweet in her own peculiar way. Everything had been fine until a short while ago. But who knew what she would do in front of a fae that was less critter, more person. “I um, I get that,” Morgan said at last. “And I’m grateful that we both made it out okay. Thank you, Mina,” she said. “Really.”

Mina ran a hand through her hair and sighed. From Morgan’s reaction, she had an awful feeling that she’d done or said something wrong. She couldn’t really understand it, couldn’t figure out what she’d said wrong. “Of course. There’s no need to thank me, really,” she murmured. “Just, ah, doing my job.” She gave a soft smile. “Lunch was nice, you know, before the leprechauns showed up. If you’d-- I mean, you don’t have to, obviously. But, if you’d like, we could do it again sometime?” Whether Morgan said no or not, Mina made a vow to herself that she’d watch out for the other woman, especially around campus. If she’d ended up in the hospital multiple times, she was either accident prone or a target for supernatural shenanigans, and Mina wanted to make sure she was okay. She was so kind, after all.

Morgan smiled back at Mina, if only because she didn’t know what to do. She had turned sheepish and anxious again. She knew something was wrong, maybe she knew that Morgan understood exactly what and who she was looking at. Maybe she was starting to guess Morgan knew fae, maybe other supernaturals who could end up on her menu. And she was being so earnest about it, so gentle. Morgan felt for her even as she felt the impulse to bolt cord through her body and she inched away. “Um, maybe sometime, yeah,” she said with a noncommittal shrug. She couldn’t find it in her to be harsh about leaving, no matter how rattled she was inside. “After I have a chance to uh, live all this down. A little. And somewhere probably inside. Maybe without shiny things.”

“Right, of course,” Mina said quietly. It wasn’t a no, but it was close enough. She was resigned to making sure Morgan stayed safe from afar. Whatever she’d done wrong, it was enough that the other woman likely wouldn’t want to see her again. Perhaps it was stabbing the leprechaun the way she had. She should have been less violent with it. Or maybe… Was it possible that Morgan figured out she was Fae from the way she’d had to hold the iron rod? Mina truly hoped not. She just wanted someone, anyone, to see her as human. “Do be safe, please? I think you’re right. Ah, stay inside, stay safe, avoid the maths and engineering quad. I would… it wouldn’t do, like you said, for you to end up in the hospital again.” She pretended to check her phone. “Goodness! I need-- I’ve got to-- Class! Tutoring! I should just-- It was very nice to meet you, Morgan, truly. I really do hope I see you around!” Before the other woman could say another word, Mina darted off. She could study a bit, or, she could go home and prep for the night. She was going hunting.

#wr mina #wr chatzy #wr mina chatzy #wickedswriting #are you lepre-kidding me

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Confession - Fíli x reader

So here’s my Fili fic of the day! It spiraled out of control (as usual) and suddenly it became much longer than intended it to be. Anyway, I do hope you enjoy my FIRST EVER FÍLI FIC!

xoxo

Confession

Summary: Reader has developed feelings for the eldest prince of Durin’s folk and has no idea how to handle it.

Tags: @theincaprincess @fizzyxcustard @soradragon Let me know if you want to be added to or removed from my taglist!

Warnings: Mild swearing. A bit of tension and kissing, nothing too explicit.

‘YOU INSUFFERABLE DWARF!’

Your voice echoed through the valley. A few birds nearby were startled by your tirade and they flew away, squawking indignantly. Normally you would have thought twice about destroying the peace and quietness of a beautiful place like Rivendell, but today you couldn’t care less. You huffed and trashed the delicate foliage, frantically searching for a path that would take you as far as possible from that unmannered, hateful prince. You did not tolerate anyone belittling you after a day full of running and fearing for your life. Especially not while you were having an argument with a certain stupid dwarven leader who refused to see things your way too. The eldest spawn of Dís had NO right to contradict you like that in front of the whole company!

Oh, how you hated the golden prince. You hated how fine he looked, even after almost being cooked by trolls and chased down by a pack of orcs. You hated his golden manes, the way his hair shone in the setting sun… And how his braids moved when he was tilting that ridiculously handsome head of his. How his mustache braids rocked as he was telling a story with an intricate precision only he could muster.

Ugh. You had a thing for males with long hair and beards. When you took a quick look at your handful of exes, the fact that all of them had long locks and at least some facial hair was abundantly clear.

No wonder that you found yourself swooning over the golden manes of a certain prince. He just possessed two desirable features that made your abdomen churn every time he was near. Evolutionary need, it was. Nothing less, nothing more.

The forest around you grew more dense, making it hard for you to move on. Angrily you paused, got out your knife and started clearing anything that was in the way. With each strike, you imagined stabbing Fíli in his ridiculously handsome face. You hated him. You hated the way he laughed, that light-hearted almost blessed sound that soothed your ears after bearing Thorin’s growling demands all day. How those serene, blue eyes observed EVERYTHING around him, and the way they could flash when the prince was slowly losing his temper. You hated how he and his brother Kíli were sometimes acting like two immature dwarflings, pulling pranks on everyone in the company. He was an idiot, and a smug one too.

Finally you reached a large clearing where you stopped to catch your breath. It was a quiet, peaceful spot, with long, soft looking grass that seemed excellent to nap in and delicate flowers in a variety of colors. The only sound you heard was the rushing of leaves in the wind. The beauty of this place was striking and it made you feel a little ashamed of your recent rage.

It hadn’t been the valley’s fault that you had a fallout with Thorin, nor had it really been Fíli’s doing. To be fair he had made it worse by his comment, but after a day like this… Could you really blame him for making a error in his judgement?<i>‘Yes.’</i> A little voice inside you murmured vividly. <i>‘He hurt me. I hate him with the fire of a thousand suns!’</i>

You heaved a weary sigh and settled against one of the trees in the soft grass, the exhaustion from the whole day finally getting the better of you. The anger that had pumped through your veins moments ago still lingered under the surface, but the demand of your body to rest was stronger. Your feet were sore, your legs hurt and your head was spinning. All you wanted was to close your eyes and take a moment to relax. Just a moment…

‘Y/N?’ Fíli’s voice startled you and your eyes flung open. He was standing no more than ten feet away from you, the expression on his face worried. ‘Are you alright?’ he asked while coming closer. ‘We were worried about you. You’ve been gone for hours.’ ‘I’m fine.’ You croaked, still a little sleepy.

Ugh. Now he also dared to disturb you in your sleep. Who did he think he was? You blinked slowly and groaned when Fíli’s physique came closer into view. He had taken off his coat and was wearing a dark brown tunic and trousers, and heavy boots. Above the v-neckline of his tunic you could see some blond chest hair.

A soft hand on your shoulder sent pleasant shivers down your spine, but then you remembered the heated argument with Thorin and how the prince had taken his uncle’s side. It was enough to make your blood boil again.

‘Do. Not. Touch. Me.’ you warned in a low hiss. ‘I’m sorry.’ Fíli said, as he quickly withdrew his hand. ‘I should have asked first, please forgive me.’ ‘Yeah, you should!’ You snarled.

A small part of you hoped that your offensive attitude was enough to drive him away, but Fíli merely walked a few paces back and sat down on the long grass. You felt that knowing gaze of his burning through your soul, but you refused to give him even as much as a glance and stared into the distance. The silence felt less pleasant now and you slowly became very aware of yourself. You shuffled awkwardly in your spot.

‘Am I the reason you stomped off into the valley?’ he softly inquired after a few minutes. ‘Why would you possibly have anything to do with my actions?’ you scoffed. ‘Even if I wasn’t even part of that reason, I would like to apologize.’ Fíli told you. ‘We had a rough day as it is and when uncle Thorin refused to cut you some slack, I only made it worse.’ ‘Made it worse?’ you retaliated. ‘That’s an understatement! You made a fool out of me against the WHOLE COMPANY! Oh, and did I forget to mention those FEW POINTY EARS IN THE DISTANCE?’ ‘I’m so sorry, Y/N.’ the prince pressed again. ‘It was not my intention to hurt you. Is there anything I can do to make it right?’

That was another thing you hated about him. His chivalrous behavior towards you. You didn’t want a special treatment and sure as hell did not need one.

But still… You looked in his direction. Fíli was sitting cross-legged in the middle of the clearing. The daylight was already fading, but the last sunrays shone upon his golden manes. Your heart skipped a beat as you got to watch his hair radiating the warm, golden light of the sun. The silver beads on the ends of his braids were a wonderful contrast. Your fingers curled up in your lap. How would it feel to grasp those braids, to feel the cold metal under your heated skin?

And as he sat there in the clearing, this gentle and kind dwarf, this king in the making watching you patiently, a daunting realization hit you. The anger that had resided in your chest faded away, leaving a burning ache that burned through your body.

Well, fuck.

How could you have missed this? After all those years you had spent mending your broken heart, you had forgotten how it felt like. You had told yourself over and over that you were unfit to love, that the long history of unrequited loves and bad relationships were your fault. Maybe you did not deserve it, or it just wasn’t in the books for you. It didn’t matter. You had walled the soft side of you up under this defensive, angry demeanor and that had always protected you from people coming too close.

Sure. It was lonely, but so much more effective.. You preferred it that way, safe and hidden from the rest of the world.

Until this prince came into your life and smashed your carefully built walls without even trying. The painful truth was that you didn’t hate Fíli at all, you just wished you could. You weren’t mad at him, you were mad at yourself for letting your guard down. It only had taken a few weeks to fall head over heels for him. You loved this trained fighter, this valiant prince and you had no idea if he loved you back. It was like someone held your heart in his hands all over again, just moments before crushing it. You were terrified.

‘No.’ you finally whispered, not trusting your voice. ‘Why do I have the feeling this is about more than what happened today?’ he murmured. You shrugged while looking at your feet. Tears welled in your eyes, but you quickly rubbed them away with your sleeve. ‘Y/N.’ he pleaded. ‘Can I come closer?’ ‘If you must.’ you mumbled. He heaved a weary sigh. ‘Yes, I must. You’re clearly hurting.’ ‘Fine.’

You allowed him to sit next to you and even shuffled a bit so he could settle against your tree trunk comfortably.

‘Can I ask you something?’ he inquired. ‘Okay.’ ‘Are you always this tensed?’ he asked quietly. ‘You seem angry all the time, and I couldn’t help but develop this feeling that from the whole company, I seem to tick you off the most.’ You lift up your head to meet his gaze. His bright blue eyes were fixate at your E/C ones, as if he was sure he could find his answer there. ‘I’d like to know what I have done that offended you.’ Fíli whispered. ‘I need to.’ ‘Oh.’ You stammered. ‘No, it’s not you. It’s me. I’m… I’m…’ ‘Please speak truthfully, Y/N.’ ‘I don’t hate you.’ You told him. ‘I wish I did. I…’

You could not bear to look at him any longer. You shifted your gaze towards your hands, analyzing the current state of your nails.

‘During my life, I have built up these walls.’ You finally began. ‘People have broken my trust, my heart. I have found safety in hiding away my true self under this angry attitude, and I’d like it to keep it that way.’ ‘That must be lonely.’ You grimaced. ‘But so much more effective.’ ‘But lonely.’ Fíli objected again. ‘Perhaps.’ You gave in. ‘When you’re left with a pile of dust that used to be your heart, you’ll doubt if you’re ever going to be able to love again.

The rough bark of the tree was starting to hurt your back and you moved a little. The silence hung heavily in the air and you anxiously licked your lips. Your heart was pounding in your chest. The sound was so fucking loud, that Fíli probably would be able to hear it. Heck, make that whole Rivendell. You were inclined to walk away and dodge this whole conversation, but you knew you had to stay put and sit this one through. You just had to keep on breathing, that was the key.

‘But then there you were.’ You confessed. ‘Shamelessly breaking apart those walls I’ve spent years building and suddenly find myself falling hard for you. But at the same time I’m terrified that once I show you my true self, you’ll hurt me.’ ‘So you lash out.’ Fíli concluded gently. ‘Yes.’ You said, a wry smile displayed on your face. ‘I lash out. And I get that you do not love me back and that’s fine. I’m not relationship material anyway.’

There. You said it. Now he only had to tell you he did not return your feelings, and the whole situation would be over. You tried to get up on your feet again, but after sitting down for quite some time, your knees where wobbly and you lost your balance. You fell backwards, landing on his lap.

His skilled hands broke your fall, grabbing your hips to steady you against his own body. Oh god, he was so close. His arms slid around your waist, his scent enfolding you like a blanket. Your thoughts got slurred as all your attention was directed to the places where the two of you touched. Your mouth eventually found a single world, which you breathed out shakily.

‘Sorry.’

Neither of you moved. His arms were wrapped around you, hands laid still against your sides, sending pulsating shocks up your spine. Your backside was still pressed against his chest and the places where you touched your skin was on fire.

‘Y/N.’ Fíli finally spoke, his voice sounding a little hoarse. ‘Yes.’ You moaned. ‘Look at me.’

Ever so slowly you turned until your E/C eyes met his again. But where you had expected to see compassion, pity even, you only discovered admiration, laced with an hint of desire.

‘Mahal knows you are everything I have ever wanted in a woman.’ Fíli declared. ‘But I didn’t know if you returned my feelings.’ ‘But I am bad news, Fíli.’ You reasoned. ‘I am the sum of failed romances and broken hearts.’

But the prince merely shook his head.

‘I’m a lucky bastard because of that, am I not?’ He concluded with a smile. ‘That’s not funny!’ you hissed. ‘I’m deadly serious about this!’ ‘So am I.’ he said. ‘You were meant to be with me, that’s why it didn’t work out before.’ ‘I don’t believe in fate.’ You growled. ‘I choose my own path.’ ‘Then make the choice..’ He dared. ‘Kiss me. Or walk away.’ ‘Are you mocking me?’ ‘I would never.’ The prince replied, but the twinkle in his eyes gave him away. ‘I’m simply giving you a choice.’ ‘Much of a choice I got when you’re holding me.’ You pointed out. ‘Fine.’ Fíli let you go and raised his hands in the air. ‘Then go.’ ‘Really?’ Fíli shrugged, a small smile painted on his lips. ‘As I said: your choice.’ You narrowed your eyes, still not sure if he was mocking you or not. ‘But if I walk away, you can’t make it up to me.’ The prince chuckled. ‘That’s true, my lady.’ ‘If you say my lady to me again, I’ll make you suffer for it.’ You cautioned. He smirked. ‘Makes me wonder what you’ll do…’

But before he could tease you any further, you rushed forward and caught him in a hungry kiss. He groaned into your mouth as your surge of passion spread like wildfire. Hips were grinding, hands wandering. Your fingers clawed through his golden hair, finding the silver beads in his manes and pulling on his braids. As Fíli deepened the kiss, the bristle hairs of his beard were scratching the delicate skin of your face, setting it on fire. You hissed as the cold metal of the beads in his mustache braids soothed the burns. The prince’s arms slipped around your waist, his hands grabbing the soft flesh of your hips. A moan escaped him when you pushed yourself against his arousal, the sound sending waves of pleasure through your body.

It was not enough, yet too much. You weren’t ready to lose yourself completely. With all your control you broke the kiss and sat back like a panting mess. Fíli was watching you intently, the fire in his blue eyes undeniable. A naughty smirk was displayed on his lips, inviting you to repeat what just happened.

‘I’m sorry.’ You blurted out while retreating further on his lap, still panting. ‘What for?’ Fíli teased with a sigh. A giggle escaped you. ‘This explosion. It’s just that I have wanted to do this for ages.’ ‘Don’t be.’ The prince assured you as he pulled you closer once more. ‘I feel exactly the same…’

#the hobbit #fíli #fili #fili x reader #fili x you #fili appreciation week #xxbyimm writes #fili fic #fili fanfiction

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sethrine-writes · 5 years

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Daughter of a Devil - Ch. 13

Main Characters: Father!Dante & Daughter!Reader

Words: 1380

Warnings: Halloween shenanigans

Summary: Being a parent wasn’t easy, nor was there such thing as being perfect at it. Good news for Dante, seeing as how he doesn’t have the slightest idea in hell what to do with a child. Sometimes, he was certain that fighting off a horde of demons was a far better match than keeping up with his own daughter. Well, at least he wasn’t going down without a fight.

A/N: It’s been a while! I’ve missed updating this fic, and I hope you guys missed reading it. Fun fact: when I first posted this chapter eight or so years ago, it was a Halloween special!

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Chapter 13 - Blood-sucking Fun (7 yrs.)

Halloween had to be one of your absolute favorite holidays.

It was one of the few times Dante let you out of the house for an extended period of time without him hovering over you like a hawk – you were eight, not two, as you liked to remind him, and since you were obviously almost an adult, you deserved some time to yourself. That didn’t mean you got it, but he at least made the conscious effort to give you some distance on longer outings, if you wanted it, and it made you feel like a grown-up.

Halloween was also a time for you to dress as one of the things your father hunted on a regular basis, and that brought on a whole new wonder of possibilities.

That year, you had decided to go as a Vampire Princess. The costume itself was mostly black and red, consisting of a flared, multi-layered tutu skirt and a top that was fancy looking and frilled at the sleeves. Atop your head rested a beautiful silver tiara with faux gems covering the shining metal. Small red heels suited for children your age adorned your feet, and a pair of specially made snap-in fangs completed the costume.

Make-up wise, Lady had applied a bit of dark eye shadow on your lids, a bit of blush, and deep red lipstick to your small lips. A slight mishap of the red color to the corner of your lips created the illusion of blood coming from your mouth, creating the perfect vampire look, in your opinion.

Dante, however, had simply thought you adorable, which had you pouting. You were supposed to be scary - regal, but scary nonetheless.

As a sort of punishment to your own father, you asked Lady to escort you to the Halloween party you had been invited to by a classmate instead of him; Lady found some sort of sick satisfaction from this and gladly accepted.

You had already been at the party for two hours, and it wasn't supposed to end for another hour or so. Since the announcement of the winner of the Halloween Costume Contest, in which you had won second place and earned a generous portion of candies and other goodies, you were finding little more interest in the festivities going on.

With a small hum, you gathered up your nearly full bag of treats and headed out while the parents chaperoning were preoccupied with some other game, too impatient on waiting for Lady or Dante to come get you. The party hadn't been too far away from the shop, and with the other trick-or-treaters running around with their parents and such, you figured it would be fine walking back on your own.

As you walked, you couldn't help the big smile that found its way to your face, giddy with the magical feel of the evening. You loved all the costumes everyone was sporting, delighting in the many different costumes of mythical beings, cartoon characters, and scary monsters sported by kids and adults alike. You had even been stopped and complimented on your costume a few times, which had you beaming with joy.

You were having so much fun!

"Well, what a lovely little girl you are! Oh, and what a lovely costume you have there!"

Stopping, you turned and smiled sweetly at a woman that was clearly an adult but looked rather young. She wasn’t dressed up like some of the other adults, but she did have the most interesting pair of glowing, violet-colored eyes, probably some of those fancy colored contacts you had seen others wear for their costumes.

Had you been paying attention, you would have noticed how oddly quiet the streets suddenly were, how strangely void of people the sidewalks were.

"Thank you very much," you beamed with pride over your own costume.

The woman smiled down at you, tilting her head just slightly to the side in what could have been assumed as curiosity.

"If you don't mind me asking, young one, just what have you decided to dress up as?"

You bristled just a bit at the question, though you remained as polite as possible.

"Well, I’m clearly a Vampire Princess, if you can't tell. I have this pretty tiara, and these pointy fangs, and blood right here at my mouth."

You pointed at all these features in hopes to convince the woman of your intentions for each article, even going so far as to make a scary face and showing off your fangs, but her following laughter made you nervous. It didn't help that you had noticed she, too, was wearing fangs despite her lack in costume clothing.

"How positively delightful! Such a fiery little vampire you are." She suddenly bent down low to meet you at eye-level, a wide smile twisting her lips. Even without dressing up, she was becoming quite scary, in your eyes.

"Would you like to know a little secret?"

Almost reluctantly, you leaned in, wary of the woman, but still so very curious of what her secret was. Suddenly, pale, clawed hands were grabbing your shoulders, forcing you to drop your candy bag and cry out at the rather rough force used to handle you. You struggled as the woman laughed once more, her smile sickeningly sweet, almost sadistically gleeful.

"I'm an actual vampire, my dear, and you’re going to be such a delicious little treat!”

You glared at the woman despite the fear making you tremble and continued to struggle in her grasp. You kicked out to no avail and thrashed your head back and forth, forcing your tiara to fall from your hair and fall to the ground with a tinkling sound. When the woman suddenly pulled at your hair and forced your head to the side to expose your neck, you did the only thing you could think to do at that moment.

"DADDY!"

The hands gripping at your shoulder and hair suddenly disappeared as the woman began hissing at an unseen force. You gave a startled yell at being dropped so suddenly, but you knew an opportunity when you saw one. You clambered to your feet and bolted down the block, refusing to look back until you were safely behind the locked doors of the shop and within the safety of your father’s room.

It wasn't but a few minutes later that you heard heavy footfalls outside your father's door. You dove under the blankets, peaking only slightly when the door opened.

"Squirt, Daddy's here."

With a relieved hiccup, you threw the covers from your form and ran into Dante's arms, sobbing as he wrapped an arm around your trembling body and shushed you gently. After a moment, he pulled away somewhat to look at your face, smiling while wiping away black-tinted rivers of tears from your face.

"I think you look scarier with these little black lines all down your face."

"That's not n-nice," you pouted while hitting at your father’s shoulder, though you couldn't stop the smile that tugged at your lips. Dante chuckled while giving a quick peck to your forehead and then your cheek, sweeping back your hair from your face.

"You left some things behind when you ran off."

You gave your father a confused look as he shook something he had been hiding behind his back. He shifted, revealing the almost full bag of candy as well as your glittering tiara that had fallen from your head.

"We can't have such a scary Vampire Princess without her crown, now can we?"

Dante carefully placed the tiara back atop your head as he placed the bag of candy on the ground before you, sifting through it until he found one of your favorite flavored lollipops. He unwrapped the sweet treat and held it out to you, giving a flourishing bow from his kneeling position as well as flashing a devilish smile.

"Your scepter, my lady."

You giggled and gave a small sniffle as you took the lollipop from his hand and placed it in your mouth, the sweet flavor instantly taking over your taste buds. You smiled at your father as he returned the grin, a softer smile than the one previous. He always knew how to make you feel better.

"Happy Halloween, Daddy."

"Happy Halloween, Squirt."

#dmc #devil may cry #dmc dante #devil may cry dante #reader #reader-insert #dante sparda #Daughter of a Devil

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petitelepus · 5 years

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From a Sinner To a Saint, Part. 1

What should Lost Light do as the liaison from planet Earth is almost the real embodiment of all those seven sins people so avoid and despise? Not much, she's tiny and cute, even if she's a pervert. But what about then when liaison falls head-over-heels to a mech who would probably never look at them the same way? They take drastic measures to make themselves someone the mech could love back.

You were one of the millions, the rare one, chosen to travel across the galaxies! While you were officially NOT the first human on space, but you were definitely the first one to travel millions of light years away from your solar cycle just FOR a job! But you could honestly say that you loved your job. WHO ELSE GOT TO WORK WITH GIANT ROBOTS FROM SPACE!?

Plus, you really liked these robots or Autobots around you. Honestly, you liked them far more than you like humans. Why? Why would you leave your home planet, friends and family to support your family and siblings and their dreams financially?

Honestly, you had nothing on Earth. A lousy job with dead serious people around you, friends all around the world but not anywhere 10 miles around you and worse of all… your family didn’t understand you or not in a way you wished they could understand you.

But enough of that. You had to start a day watching over Megatron, filing reports and then spending time with your new friends!

SLOTH

You heard it. That annoying little ringtone ringing from your phone, signaling that it was time for you to wake up. What time it was? What happened yesterday? Oh yeah, you were drinking with guys again. How many you had? You couldn't remember. You felt your body and hair sleepily with your hands and you came to the conclusion that you had at least taken a shower and had dressed up in your nightgown before blacking out. How did you even get back to your room?

You groaned as you forced an eye open and glanced at your phone. Space might have been pitch black, but time still mattered in Lost Light. Especially if you had a meeting with Rodimus, Megatron and Ultra Magnus at nine in the morning. It was 08:30.

You groaned and hit the snooze before turning on your side and going back to sleep. Ten more minutes. You could still nap for ten minutes...

WRATH

God and Primus, you hated yourself SO MUCH! Why you had to be such a lazy ass and keep sleeping!? You’ve slept past your snooze alarm and you came to the meeting an hour late. Ultra Magnus gave you a proper reprimanding as why you should pay more attention to your duties, clothes, and people around you since your late arrival didn’t just make you clueless of what they had discussed while you were gone, but they would have to go over everything from the start.

You humbly apologised for your lateness and appearance, as your hair was messily combed before you had made it messy again by driving full speed with your hover scooter through ship’s halls so you could make it. You hadn’t had even time to put any nice clothes on, just a clean hoodie from your chair full of clothes, dirty jeans and shoes. You told Ultra Magnus that starting over wasn't necessary and he agreed on it after Megatron had offered to show you what you had missed.

After your reprimanding you made your way to Megatron who kindly shared his notes with you about what you had missed during last hour.

ENVY

Goddammit, Megatron had the most beautiful handwriting you had ever seen in your life. Cursive style, elegant and so clear to read. You had always wanted to handwrite like that ever since when you first learned to write in cursive. You were always so jealous of your classmates and how their handwriting was so beautiful when yours looked like a child’s writing.

Technically you were a child back then, but you felt like less than your classmates since you weren’t as good as them in school. Either way, the past was past, friends were lost and bullies were pranked.

You thanked Megatron with finger guns and started taking notes as Ultra Magnus continued the meeting now since you were there also. The meeting continued for two hours before you got to take a one-hour lunch break. After the break, you had about three more hours of papers and datapads to go through. Finally, at 4 pm. you were free for a couple of days again.

That in mind, you jumped to your hover scooter and dashed out of the meeting room faster than any mouse or roadrunner could run. You had a crazy long weekend to start!

GLUTTONY

”Man, these chips are delicious!” You moaned out loud as you stuffed another sinfully and deliciously salted potato chip into your mouth. Mechs around you laughed a little old tipsy you. Compared to the time when you had started to travel with them, you could barely take two strong drinks, but now you could drink maybe six or seven and even some shots of liqueur. After some nice drinks, you usually liked to snack on something and today Swerve had gone the extra mile to get you REAL potato chips!

"Easy there or you might choke." Skids chuckled as he watched you eat and take gulps of your drink. You swallowed the snacks down with the alcohol and gave Skids bedroom eyes.

"There are many things I can choke on and food isn't one on my list of approval, Skids," You said and made a very lewd gesture with your hand to the kind mech, who smiled humorously to your little flirt.

"Fleshy, you freak!" Whirl laughed from your other side and you managed to just in time lift your glass off the table before Whirl banged his claws on it, hitting it as he laughed. "You organics are so gross! I mean, I've met some pretty FUCKED UP PEOPLE, but you humans take the lead!"

LUST & GREED

You rolled your eyes as you smiled and took a sip of your drink, before turning towards still laughing Whirl. "What was that Whirl? You said you want to do me?”

”What makes you think I want my spike anywhere near your gross fluid leaking holes?” The mech asked while he eyed you, his optic squinting in mirth. He couldn’t wait to hear what you had to say to him because knowing you, it was something freaky and Whirl was all about freaky shit.

He wasn’t wrong.

You drank rest of your drink in one go, alcohol burning your throat and a great comeback coming to you. You pushed your glass out, silently requesting a refill and turned towards waiting Whirl.

”Well, you’re obviously pretty fucked up like you always tell us, so you obviously want to fuck me and my fucked up slime oozing human body because that’s what a freak like you would do.” You grinned and burst out laughing at the ridiculous look on mech’s non-existent face. Skids snickered behind you and Whirl squinted at you like he was coming up with a great comeback.

"Heh, in your dreams anyone would want to frag you willingly!" Whirl laughed and that jabbed you a little harder than intended. Your laughter died out, before starting all over again. ”Oh, I get it! You’re jealous of me!”

If he could spit, Whirl would had. ”Me!? Why would I be jealous to a weak tiny organic like you!”

A smile rose to your lips, so sinful and sinister that it had the psychopath before you vibrating in his seat like he was ready to come right here and now.

”Because I got more toys than you could ever dream of having~!”

”Liar! I got more toys than you have!”

”The good toys Whirl. Not the toys for killing cons, but toys to pleasure bots!” You laughed. That caught his attention. In a second you were squeezed tight between his claws and lifted up from your seat and laid to rest right on top of Whirl’s impressive mechanic gun tiddies for a private chat. Not that you two were being very quiet or secretive about it.

”How much are we talking here?”

”Enough to fill up every mech’s valve in this ship.”

”Magnus is gonna need four.”

”I got big enough to stuff up the big guy once and for all.”

”Nice. Anything special for me?”

”I have a ribbed glass tentacle, pointy alien dick, and much more freaky stuff someone like you would enjoy.”

If the whirring of Whirl’s cooling fans wasn’t evident before then it was now as he started to heat up too much for his own good. You wondered briefly if anyone saw, but it appeared that most of the bar’s customers avoided looking at you.

”I need those in me…!” Whirl all but whined. You grinned at him and blew him a quick cheeky kiss. ”Well, too bad, because thanks to that big vocalizer of yours you ain’t getting any.” You jumped off from Whirl’s tiddies and walked back to your bar stool.

The helicopter squinted his optic at you and hissed at you. ”You fragging tease…!”

PRIDE

”I am and you love it.” You grinned and turned your attention back to Skids who had listened to your conversation quietly from the side. He smiled at you. ”Kinky stuff you got there.”

You couldn’t help but to smile and buff out your chest in great pride and joy that swelled inside you when you got complimented by your impressive toy collection. It had taken a fortune and many commission jobs to get your collection to the point it was today. Getting your collection past Red Alert wasn’t an easy job either!

”Skids my friend, if you ever need something to keep you company at night, I and my collection are at your service!”

Skids chuckled and winked at you a little too playfully and little less sinfully as you would have liked. ”I’ll keep that in mind if I ever pass by your vent.”

You laughed, reaching for your drink only to remember that you had drunk it already. You tried to spot Swerve or Bluestreak from the crowded bar when your eyes landed on someone you had never seen before.

A green minibot walked into a bar and no, this was not a joke, there really was a green minibot with a freaking mustache on his face taking a seat at the corner of the bar where there were fewer mechs and action.

You had absolutely no idea who he was, but there was a burning need in you to find out his name and where you could find him once you’ve sobered up. Maybe try to befriend him and once you’ve won him to your side with your charming personality you two could be something more…!

"Gorgeous…!” You whispered in awe. Skids raised his other optic ridge in confusion and shared a glance with equally confused Whirl before they followed your eyes to green mech and both awed in realization.

What was this feeling taking you over? It felt like you had inhaled too much helium and you were about to pass out like there was lava going through your veins yet you felt cold like you were outside in space like your insides were floating and twisting inside you.

Could it be… love?

Perhaps an… obsession?

Either way, you had to know everything about him now.

”Who is he…?! How come I haven’t seen him before…!? I know every other mech in this ship and I have never seen him before…!” You hissed under your breath while staring at the green mech like a real creep you were.

”That’s because you’ve imagined all those mechs spikes in your mouth that you even bothered to memorize. Pit, even I haven’t bothered to go that far!” Whirl snorted behind you and you wanted to hit him so hard that he would spend the rest of the night in medbay but that would probably cost you your hand. So you gave him the ultimate fuck you that he couldn’t even return. A nice look at your middle finger, the one of many he lacked.

”Skids, help me out, who is he?”

”He’s Minimus Ambus.” Skids said, an amused smile tugging corners of his lips. You literally had stars in your eyes and he found it so cute. ”You probably haven’t seen him because you weren’t with us while the whole Tyrest fiasco went through and that’s pretty good.”

”What’s his position? What does he do around the ship? Where does he hide all day?”

”Besides from you?” Whirl laughed, his joke actually getting laughs from other mechs who heard him. Skids rolled his optics, but he couldn’t help a little chuckle that slipped from his mouth. ”He’s our second-in-command. His word is the greatest here, besides Rodimus’ and Megatron’s.”

That snapped you out of your daze and sent you spiraling into confusion. ”Wait, I thought Ultra Magnus was second-in-command?” You asked, looking at Skids. The blue mech opened his mouth to answer, but Whirl was quicker. ”Primus, that bot you’re making goo-goo eyes at is Ultra Magnus! That tiny mech with facial insignia just moves big mech’s body around!”

You couldn’t believe your ears. There was another mech living inside Ultra Magnus and actually moving him around!? Your mind was blown away, but you couldn’t bring yourself to care about the fact that this Minimus Ambus you are drooling after is the biggest mech you have ever seen. All you knew was that you wanted him badly.

”Oh my God, I want him to rail me so hard…!”

Whirl snorted behind you and you shot him a glare over your shoulder. His optic squinted in a way you learned to recognize as a smile and it wasn’t a kind smile that a helpful wingman would give you when you saw someone you liked. You scowled. ”What? What’s with that look?”

”Do you honestly think that he would want to frag you?”

”Whirl, c’ mon, don’t be a scraphead—”

”No no Skids, let him talk. What’s that supposed to mean?”

”Well, would the Ultra Magnus you know want to frag you?”

You opened your mouth. ”I—”

”ÄÄÄH! Wrong! He wouldn’t! You’re all about drinking with losers like us and fragging! Mags is all about sterile stuff, neatness, rules, and what-so-ever! The guy can’t probably even get it up without rulebook and even if he could, why would he do anything with you?”

”I’m—”

”Cute? Maybe, but have you scored any since you became lord aft port’s babysitter?”

At this point, you were pretty pissed off at Whirl, but more than that, you were starting to really feel the booze in your system. Everything was turning blurry and you could swear you saw TWO Whirls! The mere sight of that made you smack a hand over your mouth and double over.

”Ugh… I need to go…” You tried to reach for your scooter’s handle, but even you could in your current state realize that you were far too drunk to drive. Sick and defeated, you turned towards your good friend Skids. ”Do you mind giving me a lift…? I- I don’t think I can drive…”

The mech gave you a sad smile and with a couple of gentle words picked you up and carried you out of the bar, Whirl's catcalling sending you off. You clung to his hands with all your might as he tried to keep you from getting any sicker. He punched in your habsuite’s code, entered you lair of sin and laid you down on your bed.

”Thank you Skids… You’re a true friend…” You groaned, quickly burying your face against your fluffy pillow. Skids smiled sympathetically to you, gently brushing tip of his servo up and down your back. ”Goodnight little guy.” Skids wished you gently and left, making sure to close your suite’s door behind you.

You kept hugging your pillow like wishing that it could take the whole sickening feeling away, but sadly Brainstorm hadn’t invented a pillow with such mighty power yet. Just thinking about your stomach twisting inside you made you feel sicker and you felt something prob your throat--

Oh no…!

You quickly ran to your bathroom and soon the sound echoing through your suite was your sickening retching as you emptied all the precious alcohol Swerve had gotten you down to the toilet and into space.

The retching continued about couple minutes until you could only dry heave as nothing kept your stomach full anymore. Tears streamed down your face as you pulled back, your stomach now calmer and you closed the lid so you wouldn’t need to see your sickening stomach juices anymore as you flushed them down the sewer that would dispose it to space.

You slumped to the bathroom floor, weakly and not to mention sadly taking support from your toilet seat while you tried to collect strength to pull yourself back up. In your sad state, you couldn’t help but feel repulsed by yourself. At moments like these, you could somewhat understand why Decepticons and some Cybertronians didn’t like organics. Hell, you didn’t even like yourself.

The self-pity and -hate brought back what Whirl said to you and you glanced at your suite from your bathroom’s open doorway. Shelves filled with porn comics, a big chest filled with toys and walls decorated with hentai star posters.

Your brains started to color up everything Whirl had said without your blessing. He was right, you were gross, you were a pervert, you neglected your health and responsibilities and no one would ever like you in a romantic way. Mechs barely liked you, you bet they just put up with your presence because big people back in Earth wanted you to watch over Megatron.

Your heart sank as you thought about never being really liked or accepted and your mind wandered back to Minimus Ambus you had seen in the bar. He was so gorgeous, you wanted to get to know him more, you wanted to befriend him and later perhaps become something more.

But alas, you were a disgusting sinner, best you could do was to go to sleep, sober up and forget any of this happened.

…But the longer you stared at the white tiles around your bathroom, the worst you started to feel about the idea of letting go of the chance to charm and court the green minibot, but you knew that Minimus Ambus or Ultra Magnus would never like you the way you liked them as you were now. But what could you do?

Your stomach gurgled in protest and you quickly slammed toiler seat open, ready to throw up if needed again, but it was luckily a false alarm and nothing came up. You felt so weak, your arms trembled as you pushed yourself up on your feet. You needed to sleep this one over.

You quickly washed your disgusting mouth, making sure to use mouthwash twice before closing the lights and walking over to your bed. You threw away all your clothes and just slithered under the blanket and curled up around your pillow, hugging it like it was your only comfort in the big lonely space.

You peeked outside from your window, looking at the dim stars shining in the distance and you managed to catch a lonely flying star in the darkness. You frowned as a sad little wish slipped past your lips.

”I wish I was better human…”

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