#thankfully there weren't any sudden drops

[woso-dreamzzz]

Illness

Barcelona Femení x Teen!Reader

Summary: You hide an illness

If you weren't delirious with a fever and sweating bullets, you would have described this moment as the most embarrassing moment of your life.

The semi-final El Clásico was one of the most important of the season and it was such bad luck that you had fallen ill the week before. It was most likely the flu but you never went to any doctor to get it checked out. Instead, you hunkered down in your apartment and refused to leave until you got better.

Only, you never did get fully better. Your immune system was as strong as a wall of feathers so you just decided to channel your inner Oscar winner and pretend you were fine.

You arrived at training every day after taking enough painkillers to fell an ox and hydrate yourself to the point that you were sure that your bladder had to force itself to grow.

It paid off though because you were part of the squad going to Madrid and you caught up on sleep during the train ride so could keep up your façade all the way up to the match day.

Your head was pounding as you finally stepped onto the pitch about ten minutes after half time, sliding easily into Lucy's position as the ball went back into play.

Thankfully, football was an instinct rather than a conscious thought at this point and even with a banging headache, achy limbs and a blocked nose, you played without much issue.

"Hey," Irene said as you took a little break from running to walk over to the corner that was being set up," You okay? You're slower than usual today."

You fanned yourself with your jersey. "Just a little hot."

She gave you an odd look. "It isn't that hot. You haven't been on the pitch for long."

You gave her a shrug and lied straight to her face," Really? I guess I'm just running warm today." You picked up the pace and slotted yourself between Athenea and Olga.

It was almost slow motion as Salma sent a cross into the box. Olga tried to push you forward and away while Athenea's elbow stabbed you straight in the eye.

You dropped like a brick backwards into Olga, who surprised by your sudden weight, dropped you on the floor. Your head banged painfully against the grass and you groaned.

There was a slight ringing in your ears but you couldn't focus on anything but the desperate churning of your stomach. You squeezed your eyes tight to try to stem the swirling but it just made stars explode behind your eyelids as your face throbbed from Athenea's elbow.

Your stomach bubbled up and you felt a hand on your shoulder.

"Hey, kid, you okay?" It was Irene and she jostled you slightly.

That was what did it and you rolled over onto your stomach just in time to surrender your dinner.

You burst into tears, sobbing into the grass.

"Holy shit, y/n," Mariona said," You're burning up! Are you sick?"

"You're sick?!"

You continued to cry into the grass. With your usual caretaker (Alexia) out of the team for the rest of the month, it meant Irene was in charge of you.

You couldn't decide if you would rather Alexia at this moment.

"Go away," You cried into the grass.

"Can't do that," Ingrid said as she crouched over you," The medics are coming to get you."

You turned your head to look at her.

"She got you good, huh?" Ingrid said, her fingers ghosting over your swollen eye.

"Ingrid," You croaked out," My head hurts."

"I'm sure. That was a nasty fall."

"Hurt before that too."

She made a sympathetic noise as she helped you sit up for the medics to have a proper look at you.

You were escorted straight off when they checked the dilation of your pupils.

Lucy trailed back with you along with Marta, who looked to already be on the phone with Alexia. You knew your caretaker would be watching the match so it wasn't a surprise that she had already called someone the moment you went down.

"Got quite the shiner there," Lucy commented as she inspected your bruised eye," Trying to look like Mapi?"

"At least it isn't bleeding," You said before descending into a coughing fit, thumping at your chest to try and regain your breath.

Lucy laughed but quietened when Marta held the phone out to you. You tried to ignore the sinking feeling you felt when you saw Alexia's contact picture.

You cleared your throat.

"Hola?"

"I knew it!" Alexia declared.

"Know what?" You tried to play dumb even though your whole body protested.

"When I saw you yesterday and you told me you were back to full health! I knew you were lying to me! You're still sick!"

"Barely." Your defence didn't help when you started coughing again.

"You sound horrible," Alexia said bluntly," You're not playing the final. I'll have you benched."

"I'll be benched anyway. I've got a bruise the size of my fucking country on my eye and a concussion, probably."

"We'll have a talk about hiding illness when you get home," Alexia said," And I'll have to leave a message for your captain."

You would have rolled your eyes if it didn't cause a whole new pain to shoot through your skull. Your nose was all blocked up again so the pressure in your head was only mounting. "You're my captain."

"Your national captain."

"Oh, what? You can't tell Leah! She'll go barmy! I'll be lectured for hours!"

"You're being lectured regardless, by me," Alexia said," Now, rest up, drinks lots and I'll see you in a few days."

You didn't even get the chance to watch the end of the match because Marta forced you back to the hotel and into your room.

"No screens," She said when you moved to turn on the tv.

"Well, what else am I meant to do?" You complained, blowing out your nose.

"Well, for one, you can use the bucket on the floor if you feel like you're going to be sick."

"I'm not going to throw up."

"You threw up on the pitch." Marta just had to remind you of the most embarrassing moment of your life and your cheeks flushed red out of embarrassment now instead of your fever.

"But I won't now."

Marta didn't get time to respond because the door to your room got thrown open and Patri sprawled herself next to you on the bed.

"Welcome back to the land of the living," She teased, dumping some chocolate onto your lap.

"Patri," Marta groaned," She's sick and injured. She needs rest."

"She needs company. She's still human. You can't just lock her in her room like she's Rapunzel."

Marta rolled her eyes and swatted at Patri. "She doesn't need you hindering her recovery. Go on, out with you."

"Nah," Patri said as she got comfortable," I think I'll stay here. Besides, y/n wants me to stay."

You sent Marta your most pathetic and sad look.

"Please, Marta?" You begged," I promise she'll help me. It'll be nice to have some company."

Marta sighed deeply. "Fine but just for now. This all might change by the time Alexia gets her."

You groaned and flopped back to lay against your pillows properly. "Don't remind me."

#woso x reader #barcelona femeni x reader #barca femeni x reader #barcelona femeni #barca femeni #woso community #woso fanfics #woso imagine #woso

[lovelybrooke]

Yandere Elden Ring x reader Concept

This has been in my drafts since June so I'm posting it now, so I no longer have to look at it.

Also, I tried with the old English, okay? Cut me some slack.

Edit from the future: check out this blog for more Elden ring stuff @whitewitchqueen

Masterlist

Your mother always called you a dreamer, your head in the clouds, to distracted to really be aware of the world around you. How could you? War ravaged the Lands Between, and your life with your mother was not exactly the best.

You were extremely poor, and your mother was afflicted with the scarlet rot. As you aged, your mothers condition got worse, until she was immobilized, blinded by the rot that was killing her. From dusk till dawn, your mother groaned and begged for death, but it never came.

You mother wasn't alone in her suffering. You, a young twelve-year-old, was racked with quilt for your mother. After she became bedridden, you took on her work, and attempted to help subside the pain. No matter how much you worked, she only continued to get worse. It didn't help that whenever you went to sleep, your mind was filled with dark thoughts that made you sick. Kill her, they said, kill her and you will be free.

You never listened though and continued to take care of your dying mother. Eventually, your mother grew unresponsive, but thankfully still breathing. During this time, the voices and dreams became worse, now they were ragging on during the day, filling you with dread. They were often urging you to murder your mother, but on rare occasions, they were filling your head with visions, nothing concrete, just jumbles of colors and indistinguishable words, but it didn't help with your concentration.

It was a cold night when your mother died. It wasn't sudden or dramatic, she was simply gone. You didn't feel any pain, never cursing the world for taking her from you. You were simply happy her soul would be welcomed into the Erdtree. Her death did rattle you though. For so long, your life revolved around her, and now she was gone, and you don't know how to continue without her.

You finally allow yourself to cry when you bury her in a simple grave right outside the shack you called a home. You fell to your knees, tears racking your body as you hold yourself tight to find some sense of comfort. Your there for a while before you lay your body down on the grave, your nose runny and face wet as you cry quietly to sleep.

You didn't know where you were when you awoke. Wait, you weren't awake, you were dreaming. Your body felt strangely light and warm, but everything around you felt so real. You felt someone else's presence around you, calling out to them with a small hello. There was no response, but the strange feeling didn't go away, in fact it only got stronger, the warmth nearly consuming you. The light around you was blinding, practically burning you as you pushed yourself to wake up.

You were breathless when you actually awake, sweat rolling down your face. It's morning, and your covered in dirt. However, what's more concerning are the small burns on your arms. It filled you with confusion, but you past it off as old scars. As you slowly stand up with a small wobble, you gaze at the world around you. You sigh, as you fully take in your situation. Your mother, the only person you ever had, is dead, and you are alone.

You walk back into your home, your face expressionless and unmoving. The house is eerily quiet now that it is devoid of the painful moaning of your mother. You trudge to your room, jumping when you come face to face with a doll. Its skin was a light shade of blue and it was wearing mages clothing. It doesn't move at the sight of few, but the sight of it is enough of a worry. You move slowly towards it, picking it up, you move it around to inspect it, dropping in surprise when it speaks.

"Thou dreamer, who are you?" The doll's mouth doesn't move, but the feminine voice surrounds you completely. You don't answer, too fearful to open your mouth. "It does not matter." You hear her say. "Tell me, how does thou enter the land of dreams?"

"I don't know." You whisper, the doll remaining motionless. "Sad." The voice says, going quiet for a minute. "Find me, dreamer." It finally says, "At the Belfries in Liurnia." The voice finishes before the doll disappears in a blue light. Liurnia? Liurnia was days away from your home, you couldn't possibly make it there. You shake off the voice as some strange dream, moving to change into some less dirty clothes. You planned on traveling into the Capital to look for better work, now that you were supporting yourself.

Leyndell was much busier than usual, Queen Marika marriage to the Champion Radagon causing people all around the Lands Between to travel to the Capital. Merchants, finger readers, even worriers, they were all gathered at the Golden Captial. But for you, it felt like eyes were constantly on you. You felt paranoid, scared, and you desperately missed your mother. But you barely got the chance to take a breath before the sound of cheering enveloped your senses, completely overwhelming you.

From a distance, you could see a glimpse of blond. It was brief, only for a moment, but it was enough to get the crowd around you to start singing praises again. It was loud, so, so loud. You head was spinning, and in middle of Lyndell Capital, you fell unconscious.

The way you felt in your dream can only be described as motherly. Worm hands enveloping you from all directions, you felt safe. You wanted to pull the feeling inside of you and never let it go. The feeling made you miss your mother, causing tears to roll down your face like you were a baby again. In an instant, you awoke, the heat of the tears still stuck to your face.

"Oh, my poor, sweet child." There that feeling was again, that warm, motherly feeling. It felt like sweet honey, it filled you with glee. But as you turned your head to look at the voice, the glee was replaced by dread. All-consuming dread as Queen Markia the Eternal carefully stroked your tear covered cheeks, comfort and kindness echoing in her voice. You wanted to back away, but her presence was like a magnet, pulling you in.

Before you even spoke, the Queen beat you too it. "You don't have to worry, my dear. For I will keep you safe. Stay with me." With every stroke of her fingers, you were drawn back into the corners of your mind. The last bits of your consciousness knew she was messing with you, with your memories, with your mind. As her grip slowly got tighter you could feel yourself slipping away, until eventually, you were a shell of yourself. Ready to be molded by the Queen herself, and whatever other forces may be.

You awake suffering no dreams, no dark premonitions. It was a peaceful awakening. But everything around you felt off. The room you were in was vast, the bed was too comfortable, the clothing on your back was soft, you felt different.

Your body moved on its own, towards an unknown destination only your legs knew. You wanted to stop, but it was like your mind was separate from your body. You couldn't make decisions for yourself. Eventually, you stopped in front of an elaborate door, for what reason you knew not. You slowly brought your hand towards its intricate carving, the door opening before you could make contact. "My child, you're awake." The Queen knelt down, grasping your hands, "It is wonderful to see you again." You shake your head, nearly entranced by the golden glow in her eyes.

"Who are you?" Your words were airy, scared even. "Where am I?" The Queen smiled at you, not faced by your questions.

"Oh, my dear dreamer." Her words were bright and warm. "You are finally home." You don't question her further, your mind swarming too fast for you to properly think. "Come now, your father would like to see you."

Dreamer. You've heard that before.

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A/n: I needed to get this out of my drafts, sorry if this sucks.

#yandere x reader #soft yandere #platonic yandere #elden ring x reader #yandere elden ring #elden ring

[fict1onallyobsessed]

I have a request; Reader and her family isn’t on best terms, so when they come to her show and try and act supportive seeing how popular she is, reader acts out knowing they abused her for years saying she would be nothing.

Rhea basically comforting reader please? I’m so deprived of the lack of content recently in the Rhea tags…you’re a amazing writer and I miss your work for her :(

No pressure though, have a good day :)

The World Outside

Rhea Ripley x Fem!Reader

It hurt to see them smile behind the barrier as if nothing happened. It didn't make you feel better. It didn't just make those years of degrading go away. Most importantly, it didn't make you any better of a wrestler when they were watching.

Rhea could almost smell the dread dripping off your body when you looked around from the corner of the ring, eyes plastered and stuck onto one place like your body suddenly decided that neither flight or fight was an option. It felt debilitating, your brain refusing to acknowledge anything other than them.

Rhea grabbed your waist and picked you up from the ropes, cheering in victory with the crowd at the win you just earned yourself. Momentarily, everything was okay. Time stopped when you looked into Rhea eyes, her smile almost reaching her eyes. For a moment, you forgot they existed. You were so focused on Rhea that you didn't notice her own attempt at distracting you from whatever made you freeze up.

You smiled and cheered with your group, looking into the opposite side of the crowd and cheering again. Thankfully it was the end of the match, and you all made your way down the walkway. You stayed close to your girlfriend, fighting back tears as you pretended your parents weren't sat 5 meters away from you.

"Hey, what's up?" She asked the second you were out of camera's view. Her gentle touch on your shoulders just made you want to sob more, the want to leave was stronger than ever. You shook your head silently, looking down as you rubbed your face with your hands.

"Can we just go back to the hotel? Please?"

Her eyebrows furrowed but she nodded, leading you to the locker room. She placed her coat on herself and didn't even bother changing, reaching into her pocket for her car keys to give them to you.

"Go to the car, okay? I'll get the rest of your stuff."

You nodded and offered her a small smile, grateful she wasn't one to push for answers. You grabbed your coat, let the key drop into your hands and you left the building, heading for the car park as quickly as you could. Nobody backstage bothered you, thankfully, the match only being a small one that you didn't have press conferences for.

Your feet dragged as you felt the cold air of the car park hit you, all the colour on your face dissolving when you saw who was standing next to Rhea's car. There was a moment where you just wanted to turn back, but why should you?

This was your environment, they had no right to invade, especially after they basically told you that you were going to be nothing. You didn't have to feel scared of them anymore, didn't have to hide you passion anymore. Because those cheers you hear and the bell that rings every time you win makes up for the childhood you spelt with them.

"We went backstage but the crew told us you were gone!" Your mum laughed, walking towards you as you blankly stared at them, opening the car door to push your coat into the back seat. "How have you been!"

You scoffed at her act of innocence. Act as if she didn't end up locking you in your house just to stop you from going to wrestling practise. It hurt, her sudden change in demeanour. You rolled your eye and went to open the passenger door, thinking of how you'd explain this to Rhea. You were planning on completely ignoring them until rhea got here, but it wasn't until your mum tried to hug you that you snapped.

"Get off me!" You pushed her off. "You have some fucking nerve showing up here."

She seemed stunned, taking a step back and watching you slam the car door roughly before she spoke up again.

"Wasn't my support the only thing you begged me for when you were a ki-"

"Yes! When I was a child! You know, when a kid needs their parents support the most? Yeah, then. Now you can shove your support where the sun doesn't shine because guess what; I don't fucking need you anymore." You sniffled, unaware of the fact you even started crying. "I don't need you, or dad, or the thing you so call support. You're only here because you saw I've finally made it! Something you told me I will never do when I was little. You have no right showing up here. Go back home, wherever you are now, I don't care. I don't need your pity, and I certainly won't give you any."

"Well, we're here now, aren't we?" Your father stepped up from behind your mother and gave you a sympathetic smile as he held onto your mums shoulders reassuringly. He was the exact same as you mother, a fucking hypocrite. "We want to say-"

"Sorry?" You scoffed through your tears. "Say that to the 15 year old you used to lock away and deprive of social interaction for months because she was going to training. Honestly, fuck you both and leave me alone."

"But-"

"You heard her." Rhea's voice sounded from behind you, opening the back of the car to place your stuff in before walking towards you and your parents. Her hand ended up on the small of your back as she led you away and closer to her passenger door. She ended up closing your door before turning towards them, limiting what you could hear before she started to speak again.

"Who are-"

"She's right, you have no business here. She asked you to leave her be so fuck off." She talked as she walked to her side of the car, opening the door cutting your mum off.

"Excuse me, that's my daught-"

You handed her the keys and she turned the car on, immediately starting to drive away from your now screaming mother. You were still sat sniffling as Rhea pulled into the hotel parking, her hand drawing circles into the inside of your thigh as she put the car into a stop.

"You okay?" She whispered, looking at you from the side. You gave her a weak smile and nodded, getting out the car with her and picked up your stuff before heading towards your hotel room. You didn't even manage to put all of your stuff down before she came up to you and wrapped her arms around your waist, picking you up into her embrace.

You hugged her shoulders and let your legs wrap around her waist, a sign leaving your lips as she carried you towards your shared bed. You let out a laugh when she fell onto the bed with you still attached to her, both of you bouncing as the beds mattress caught your bodies. Her smile when you laughed instantly made you feel better, a small giggle leaving your lips.

You loved her, especially her ability to make the world outside go away.

THE END

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[yanderes-galore]

Could you do your prompts 18, 20, and 29 for 2012! Leonardo? Thx!

Of course! @okchijt helped me with the plot for this ^^ They're a big help for me recently. Sorry if it came off a bit messy, I struggled at times and had to tweak certain plot points so it may be weaker than usual?

Yandere! 2012! Leonardo Prompts 18, 20, 29

"Kiss me! Kiss me like your life depends on it!"

"I've been waiting too long for this...."

"I want to be this close... forever...."

Pairing: Romantic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Obsession, Family trouble, Clingy behavior, Manipulation, Forced affection, Consensual turned forced relationship implied, Delusional behavior, Darling doesn't realize they messed up until the end.

"Come on, please Leo!" You whine. "Let's just talk, alright?"

The night air rushes past you as Leo jumps from building to building with you in his arms. Instinctively you cling to him in hopes he doesn't drop you. Your heart hammers heavily in your chest from previous events, barely even calming down when Leo finally let you go on a rooftop.

Leonardo's obsession was something that could not be overlooked by his brothers anymore. It was getting to the point that missions and training sessions were falling apart. As a result... his brothers felt something had to be done.

Even if Leonardo's obsession is out of your control the others still began to hold a grudge against you for feeding into it. From what you know you were just meeting Leonardo for your usual night time date. Only for his brothers to arrive...

Then there was arguing.

They said Leonardo needs to stay away from you, that he can't come running off to you and abandon everything. You don't understand the conversation. You're about to leave them to it until Leonardo pulled out his blades against his own brothers and runs off with you.

This is what lead you to the rooftop. Thankfully no blood was spilt, you trusted Leonardo enough to not harm his own brothers. However you still weren't quite sure what began all of this-

You wanted answers.

Leonardo looks around the night streets of New York, from what you can assume he's checking if you're followed. Carefully you choose your words. Something's wrong.

"What the hell is going on, Leo?" You ask. "We need to go back, you're making a mistake-"

"They were going to take you away!" Leonardo snaps at you, eyes blazing in frustration. "I can't allow that to happen. They're trying to come in between us... I've been waiting too long for this...."

Silence takes over the both of you at Leonardo's sudden outburst. This entire time you've been giving into his strange attractions to you. Guilt pools into your stomach at the thought that you might have encouraged any of this. You worry you ruined his family by feeding into his delusions.

You worry about the safety of the city.

As much as you love Leonardo you realize you'll have to make a sacrifice. You want to dedicate yourself to Leo, but the cost is too much. You need to do something to fix this.

"Leo... you know I'll always be yours forever, right?" You ask cautiously. Leo flicks his gaze to you and nods.

"Of course, love...." He smiles softly.

"Then please return to your family." You bargain. "I'll always be yours as long as you protect your friends, family, and the city!"

Leonardo stares at you for a moment while considering your words before answering.

"Is that a promise?"

"Yes." You confirm, regret creeping up your back.

"Then kiss me!" Leo suddenly orders. "Kiss me like your life depends on it!"

The sudden order makes you freeze. Any sort of regret you had intensifies as Leo eyes you. He wants you to confirm your promise.

He wants to hold you to the fact that you're his.

Leo's delusions cloud the fact you approach him with hesitancy. He ignores the fear you feel for his sudden changes. All he can think of is the lips that meet his own... and the complete and utter bliss that follows after.

The kiss serves as an agreement. The kiss is long... just enough to convince the mutant's delusions. Afterwards he pulls away, holding you tightly in his arms.

This is enough for now....

"I promise to do as you asked...." Leonardo whispers in your ear, kissing the top of your head. "I want to be this close... forever...."

You nod softly bit carefully try to not allow Leo to see your face. It only occurred to you now what you've just set yourself up for. Leonardo is a walking red and in order to keep him calm and focused... you agreed to stay.

You agreed to stay in this relationship for what may be forever, even after you saw the damage it can cause.

Was sacrificing your future freedom worth it for the city now that you've seen the problems it's caused?

#yandere teenage mutant ninja turtles #yandere tmnt #yandere tmnt 2012 #yandere leonardo #yandere tmnt 2012 leonardo

[rintosei]

FIRST SNOW

feat. itoshi sae x gn! reader

notes: a remake from my very old bts fanfic acc and decided to make it for sae teehee

25 december, 2023

you watched as the first snow fell. it was just as you remembered. the way he would hold your waist, back hugging you. he would whisper how much he loves you and how much he cares about you, and you would smile at him because you knew that it was true.

but maybe fate says otherwise because this was two years ago — two tears since sae has left you without notice. it was a few days after that rin told you that he left for spain. you resented him for leaving without telling you, but you guess that he had his reasons.

even if it has been that long, sae holds a special place in your heart.

25 december, 2021

"sae, stop!" you whined, making sae laugh lightly.

"oh yeah?" he challenged. "what are you going to do? throw me into the snow with you?

you glared at him, fixing your coat. "i've got better plans, and if you don't stop, you're going to regret it."

"i'm going to regret it," sae mocks you in a teasing tone. "oh yeah? what are you going to do?"

you stared at him before running at him in full speed. sae's eyes immediately widened and before he knew it, he started running away from you. no, you did not have any better ideas to get this so-called revenge on sae, but you know that if you were the one chasing after him, he would get scared.

"h-hey! stop chasing me! you remind me of that chicken that started chasing after me when i was a little boy! stop!" sae yells, opening the front door to get a bigger place to escape from. it was christmas, and snow was going to come soon.

hearing the sudden confession of what happened when he was a little kid made you start laughing and before you knew it, you tripped over your own feet. luckily, sae had quick reflexes and caught you. but, seems like your bad luck transferred to him because he fell down right after he caught you.

you blinked at him and laughed even more. "i can't believe a chicken started running after you! what happened? what did you do to that poor chicken?"

"nothing!" sae replies with a slight grumble.

before you were about to say anything else, a small snowflake caught you eye. "oh! sae, look! it's snowing!" you pointed at the sky above as more snow started to fall.

"oh, you're right," sae replies, sitting up slowly, his hands still on your waist. you both stand up, not moving from your spots. you lifted a hand into the air and smiled when you catch a snowflake into your hand. happily showing sae the snowflake, he smiles back at you. "you know i love you, right?"

"mhm," you hummed with a soft smile. "and i love you too."

25 december, 2023

it was as if that moment was yesterday. you can remember how warm you felt when sae told you that he loved you. you should've realized how sad his tone was when he said it. if you did, maybe sae would've been able to tell you the reason for his disappearance.

the only thing he left you was a short letter, telling you to wait for him even if it takes a long time.

you could never give up on him, even if it did hurt you knowing that he did not say anything about leaving to spain.

you were about to take another sip form your cup of hot chocolate when the doorbell rang. confused, you walked to the front door. you weren't expecting anyone, because everyone you knew was busy celebrating christmas with their significant other or families.

when you opened the front door, you gasped, and dropped your cup (it was thankfully plastic or else it would be a huge mess).

"still clumsy as ever aren't you?" sae says softly, holding out a christmas present in his hands. "hi, y/n."

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[crookedkryptonitebeliever]

Best and Worst of Both Worlds (part 33)

Tw: mentions of rape and molestation, Evangeline's insanity

Part 34

You sighed. Looking up at the white ceiling as the smell of antiseptic stings your nose.

Your landlord came by earlier to hand you your phone charger as per Yves's request. He avoided your eyes as he asked about your general wellbeing. Perhaps he felt guilty for letting one of his tenants go through such brutality. Or maybe Yves tore him another one for failing to protect you. Quite frankly, you do not know, neither do you care.

You gave him polite but short answers. You don't feel like talking to anyone now, not even Yves. It feels like the whole world is judging you and criticizing what you could have done.

He was nice, he even charged your phone for you. It's not like you could do it yourself, hooked on all kinds of antibiotic drips and wires. Not to mention, your leg cast.

You were wondering about Evangeline's hygiene, how did you get this infected from a couple of bites and scratches? Well. Whatever it was, you're glad shes just not here.

You did blame yourself for confronting her. Because if she didn't know that there was an issue between you and her, she wouldn't have paid you a visit.

But it was hard to say what her reaction would have been when Mr. Jones confronted her about the molestation in his car.

It felt like a courtroom with no jury in your head. You have a part of yourself prosecuting your being, while the other defending it. It's noisy and exhausting. You had no idea how to quieten it down.

You turned your head to the sound of your phone.

You reached towards it and checked what has set off the notification alerts. The cable is still attached to its charging port.

You received a voicemail from a number you didn't recognize.

"Sweetheart. It's me, Montgomery. I-I'm so sorry you had to go through that. I.." You heard him choke back tears. "That was fucking disgusting of her. It was so much worse than I first thought- I'm so fucking sorry I couldn't be there to protect ya', I shouldn't have trusted- I-I-"

You were confused at the sudden breakdown. He wasn't that distressed the last time you saw him, why is he crying as if he went through it instead?

You listen to him sob in anguish.

"...I couldn't get a hold of ya' through my old number. I had to get another one. Please call me back as soon as ya' can."

The message abruptly ended there.

You blocked this number too.

Frowning, did Yves tell him your business? That seems unlikely of him, you refused to believe that he would do such a thing. Then, who else did he...

The group chat with your housemates is blowing up.

Oh. The news got ahold of your story. Well that makes sense.

Even though you weren't identified, it was clear the news segment was about your horrific assault.

Some of your housemates were complaining that Yves told them not to speak with the media. And thankfully, they didn't.

There was very limited information given to the public as it seems like Yves is trying to control what others can know. The majority of the details were given by Evangeline herself. To your relief, she was held without bail.

From what you understood, she wasted her one call in jail to speak with news outlets. She didn't call her father, her mother or a lawyer. Evangeline admitted that she raped you in such a brutal matter, not leaving a single detail unsaid.

The article anonymized all the names she dropped, but you can guess she mentioned Montgomery and Yves at some point.

It was sickening, Evangeline told them that she's masturbating in jail to the thought of you. When asked what was her reasoning behind her atrocious acts, she replied that you were her greatest reward in life. She 'deserved' you for being your 'savior'. It was unclear what she meant.

They asked if she had any remorse for what she did. Evangeline went ahead and told them her only goal is to get out of prison just to fuck you day and night. You consumed her entire thought and you have to pay for it.

Evangeline claimed that she 'loves' you. You just didn't know what was good for you and it is her mission to fix that. She also hated you for throwing her away just like everyone else. Then again, she loved how you felt against her, so you were 'forgiven'.

You didn't get it. What was wrong with her? She seems so normal and fine, yet she's still trying to induce nightmares in you even when she's held in a cell.

You read on and saw that her parents refused to comment. However, it's mentioned that Evangeline was suspected to be too mentally unsound to stand trial. They have yet to evaluate her psychology, but judging on her unhinged reaction after all this, you think she is very likely to plead insanity and be sent to a mental facility instead of prison.

The University retracted her scholarship and expelled her. She must have thought that there was nothing left to lose, that is why she went all out in the impromptu interview.

You shuddered and stopped reading, not being able to stomach the mention of Evangeline anymore.

You wiped away tears from the hilt of your palm. Suddenly yearning for some company.

What a coincidence, Yves called you. Immediately, you picked it up.

"(name)..." His voice was soft and sympathetic.

You cried. You let everything out to Yves. It was hard to form a sentence, but you tried. It came out as incoherent garbles as you choked on your own tears. Nothing you said made sense to you, it did to Yves.

He listened. Letting his own droplets roll down his cheeks too. Yves knew there isn't anything he could say now to make you feel better. You heard it all before. The apologies, the assurances, the hatred towards your perpetrator... it became meaningless to you.

It's time for you to speak instead.

He knows you just wanted someone to be there for you.

And he will stay on the line as long as you need.

Yves's tears splashed onto his papers, creating ugly stains and smudging his blue ink around. Rendering some words as unreadable.

#yandere #yandere x reader #yandere oc #yandere male #yandere concept #oc yves #tw yandere #yandere x you #yandere oc x reader #male yandere oc x reader #oc montgomery #oc evangeline #tw rape mention #tw molestation

[modrntravlr]

Amongst the Stars - Tenth Doctor

Doctor Who - Tenth Doctor x Fem!Reader

Word Count - 1.5k

Warnings - Smut (obviously), Minor Drinking

A/N:

Hi everyone! This is my first time ever writing smut so please bare with me, I'm trying something new for Kinktober. I've also only recently gotten into Doctor Who and have never written for this fandom before so apologies for any inconsistencies with characterization or anything (not that there's much of that happening here). Anyways, notes, feedback, and constructive criticism are welcomed and would be greatly appreciated!

Also, the readers gender/sex is never explicitly specified but I wrote them with a female in mind so take that as you will. And also, the Doctor was written as the tenth one in mind, but there's also nothing really specifically acknowledging that so it could be read as any of the Doctors except for maybe the 13 since he does have male anatomy.

It had been a rather lazy day in the TARDIS, for once. She had needed a little bit of refueling and thankfully the doctor had found a barren star system that was harnessing just enough energy to get the job done. He had even been extra careful to make sure that there weren't any other living beings, apart from the two of you, for lightyears, feeling the two of you deserved to have some down time for just yourselves. From the comfort of the TARDIS, he had pointed out all the stars and planets you could see and told you about each of them: their names, their moons, the species that lived there, and what they were like. Later on, he had even gone as far as to surprise you with a bottle of wine he had picked up during your last visit to Earth. 

It hadn’t taken long for the talking to turn into one of your usual lazy, comforting make outs. The wine had begun to make everything feel lighter and airier as it usually did, and even though you and the Doctor weren’t particularly shy about your mutual feelings, you were still trying to work out just exactly what those feelings may mean for your relationship, making moments like these few and far between. At some point, the two of you had worked your way onto the small couch that had been placed in the common room of the TARDIS, hardly big enough for the both of you. He gently laid you on your back, never once breaking the kiss as he climbed on top of you. Laying down now, it was beginning to teeter on the edge of something more passionate. Something more rough, even. Uncharted territory between the two of you. Breaking away from the kiss for only a moment to catch a glimpse of your face, unsure of his next move, he went back in, this time, slipping his tongue slightly out, asking for permission. Slowly, you began to open your mouth, just wide enough to grant him the entrance he was asking for. 

It was slow again at first, gentle as he gave both you and himself time to adjust to the new found intimacy of the situation, giving you a chance to stop him from going any further if you so chose to, only you didn’t. Quicker than he had before, he deepened the intensity of the kiss, forcing himself into your mouth. With that, his hands began to roam. Having just been cupping your face, they began to drop down your body, moving past your neck before leaving your body completely only to find themselves pressed against your lower back, pushing your torso up into his own body. As the heat in your bodies grew, and the wine continued to course through your blood, you couldn’t help but fight the urge to start slowly rolling your hips upward, connecting with his own. He responded with nothing more than a few soft groans, so quiet they were nearly whispers. At the sudden change of pace, his lips finally broke from yours as he started moving down your body, placing kisses down your jawline and neck, agonizingly slow, taking time to lick and suck on your skin with each one before moving on to the next spot. Eventually, he found a spot at the base of your neck, in the crevice between where it met your clavicle. He lingered there, sucking a bruise on your skin as you continued to grind up against him. 

Feeling satisfied with the small mark beginning to come to life at the bottom of your neck, he effortlessly, and swiftly lifted you up off the couch. He settled himself in, sitting down where you had just laid before setting you down on his lap, giving you a moment to adjust yourself, satisfied as you finally settled, straddling him now. His mouth met yours once more, this time leaving no time to work back up to the heavy pace as he had before. His hands rested on your hips, which now sat still and obedient, waiting for him to determine whether or not the night would go any further than it already had. After a moment, his hands began to run down to your thighs, gently caressing them, before making sure you were comfortable and tightening his grip on you once more. You could feel only hints of his erection through his pants, sitting too far back to feel it in its full size, and you began to throb as the intimacy of the moment truly sank in for the first time. 

His hands made their way back up towards your hips, only this time, he brought them in between your two bodies, resting them right above the button of your jeans. 

“May I?” he asked gently. You nodded, signaling your approval, dazed look in your eyes as you tried to comprehend what was about to happen. His hands made work of the button and zipper, undoing them in just a few seconds. 

“Can you stand up for me, darling?” he questioned, sounding a bit more confident than he had when he asked the previous query. You wordlessly lifted yourself off of his lap, standing up in front of him, unsure of what to do with yourself. He cautiously sat up, reaching out to grab the waist of your jeans before slowly pulling them down, giving you a chance to step out of them. Once more he reached out to you, grabbing your hands this time, and guiding you towards him as he sat further back into the couch, spreading his legs even wider. You allowed him to guide you, placing his left leg between both of yours, realizing what he was asking. You sank back onto him, this time, only the thin layers of your pants and his trousers separating you. When you had made yourself comfortable once more, he placed his hands back on your hips.

“Is this okay?” he breathily asked, this time looking directly into your eyes, holding your attention for a moment as he studied your expression. You nodded your confirmation once more, not trusting your own voice to be able to carry the words out in the moment. 

His grip tightened, and he slowly began guiding you, helping you rock back and forth against him, trying to get familiar with the new sensation before working your ways towards finding a steady rhythm that worked for you. Gently, you pulled yourself forwards and back, slightly up and down, hands gripping onto his shoulders for support. Your head hung low, eyes shut, half because you weren’t quite sure you’d know where to look if they were open and half out of the pleasure beginning to rise in your lower abdomen. When you were fully acclimated to the new motion, you began to find a rhythm, still slow but a bit more rough and sure. Your breathing picked up as the Doctor, who had felt the change of rhythm, shifted the pace of his hands on your hips to match the one you had set for yourself. He looked down at you through his hooded eyelids, trying to get a look at your face, but not quite seeing as much of it as he would have liked, your head still hanging low. Eyes opened slightly now, you could see his dick slightly twitching in his trousers every now and then, the sight of it deeping your arousal and need. 

You quickened your pace once more, this time, allowing soft moans to start escaping your lips, the sound of it sending the doctor into a frenzy of his own. His grip was now relentless as he took control over you, forcing you into a tempo of his own volition, rocking you back and forth, pushing you down onto his thigh. The newly added pressure only making your pleasure grow, earned him even louder moans, as you worked a wet spot through your pants and onto his trousers. 

Head thrown back in pleasure, and your moans getting louder you announced your coming orgasm, only making him speed up the pace, knowing he would follow soon after just from the pleasure of watching you get off on his lap. As the speed increased, so did your pleasure, and in moments, your orgasm was crashing through you as he continued to roll your hips and force you down onto his leg, letting you ride out the orgasm as he began to allow his own to set in. Relentlessly, he forced your hips into a fast and steady pace until he was sure you were coming back down from the wave of pleasure. 

Fucked out and out of breath, you allowed yourself to fall forward, head resting on his shoulder and borrowed into the crook of his neck. His hands let go of your hips, rubbing small and gentle circles into them, massaging out the tenderness his grip would be leaving behind before wrapping his arms around you and pulling you off of one leg and settling you onto both, in a more comfortable position, drawing you closer to him.

#—︎ my posts ☕️ #Doctor Who #fanfic #Tenth Doctor #doctor x reader #Tenth Doctor x Reader #thigh riding #smut #nsft #writing #ao3 fanfic

[katboykirby]

mc: i come to thee requesting aid for a terrible problem that hath just occurred. without you i may perish

satan: you need me to kill someone for you? of course. what are we thinking? immediate and painful or more of a death trap situat-

mc: there's a kitty stuck in a tree and i can't reach it :(

satan: GUIDE ME TO THE POOR BEAUTY AT ONCE

Satan would 100% be ready to kill for you at a moment's notice. Remember in the "Blue Spring Paradise" Pop Quiz event story, when MC asked if they were going to beat the shit out of Levi's bullies? Satan was the first one to stand up and agree with you. He was IMMEDIATELY ready to kill and maim the moment the suggestion came out of your mouth.

So you'll probably have to help him turn on the brakes first before you can explain yourself properly. He gets fired up over you very quickly, so you'll need to help him focus on the actual reason you need him before he goes off in a killing frenzy in your name.

As soon as he's calm and you explain that there's a cat stuck in one of the trees out in the garden, Satan goes into a whole new, different kind of frenzy - he's overtaken by the need to save and protect that precious, innocent ball of fluff!

He'll drop everything he's doing, no matter how important. He'll grab you and pull you with him as he runs from his room and dashes as fast as he can for the door, moving at speeds that a mere human could never hope to achieve. You're already outside in the garden of the House of Lamentation before you know it, and Satan has both hands on your shoulders as he asks you "Where is it? Show me where it's suck, which tree did you see it in?" and you point out the exact spot you had seen it, leading the way so Satan could come to the kitty's rescue.

Lucifer could hear the racket, and he came looking for you to make sure that his brothers weren't getting you into any trouble. He follows the sound of your voice shouting something, and he heads outside to check the garden, standing on the porch and staring at the sight in front of him with mild bewilderment.

You are standing at the foot of one of many trees, looking up at something in the branches and shouting instructions. Lucifer follows your line of sight and heaves a weary, exhausted sigh when he sees Satan climbing up toward something near the top of the tree.

"What in the Devildom are the two of you doing out here?" Lucifer asks, coming to stand beside you and craning his neck up to watch Satan crawling along a branch. "What nonsense is it this time?"

You explain that you're trying to help a cat, pointing out the tiny fuzzball that Satan was slowly inching closer and closer to. Lucifer just shakes his head, rubbing at the space between his eyes like he was staving off a headache.

"Really. You know, you both could have come to me first" he tells you. "I'd have sorted this out for you easily, without Satan making a fool of himself"

You were glad that Satan was too high up to be able to hear what his older brother was saying. You took a step back to make some room, and you watched as Lucifer muttered a few words and cast a spell. There was a glowing blue light, and then -

Suddenly, Satan was standing back in front of you with both feet firmly on the ground. He had a few leaves stuck to his clothes and there was a twig caught in his hair, but otherwise he appeared to be fine. Thankfully, he had the kitten safely in his arms. He looked a little surprised to be back on the ground all of a sudden, but quickly got over it when the kitten mewled happily and batted at his sweater with its little paws.

"Look, I got him" Satan beamed at you, holding up the little kitty for you to see. "He's safe and sound, thanks to us"

"Thanks to me, you mean" Lucifer exhaled, crossing his arms. "If you had fallen out of that tree and cracked your skull open, it would have been your own fault. Just come to me next time instead of doing something so foolish"

Satan was either ignoring Lucifer, or his joy at saving the kitten was so great that he didn't even notice his brother was talking to him. He was too busy petting the baby in his arms, babbling to you about how you were its hero and what he wanted to name it. He was flushed and breathing a little heavier than normal after scaling the height of that tree, but he couldn't stop grinning.

"Just make sure you clean yourself up before coming back inside" Lucifer sighed. "And we aren't keeping that cat"

#obey me #obey me nightbringer #obey me satan #omswd #satan #obey me lucifer #lucifer #obey me mc #obey me reader #x reader #reader insert

[sevikasleftpussyflap]

Desire

Summary: Word travels fast in the Undercity. Even though there’s always some fight happening unworthy of mentioning, one including your girlfriend's name makes itself known. As soon as you hear the news, you drop everything and go to find her.

Warnings: 18+ only, MDNI, Mommy Dom Sevika, BDSM, Overstimulation, Face-sitting, kinda unsafe BDSM practices, multiple orgasms, Breath play, Sevika on Shimmer, rough sex

Word count: 3,600 (oof)

….

The Last Drop comes into view, or rather, what’s left of it. The bar-turned-nightclub has seen better days. A majority of the windows were smashed, small tendrils of smoke faintly waft through the openings, and debris crunched under your hurried steps. Thankfully there weren't many spectators that stuck around -wisely so- but they would have more than likely stayed out of your way in fear of angering the one who claimed you. 

One of the doors nearly fell off its hinges as you barged in, a Sevika-shaped hole left the bar broken in two, the jukebox that had mysteriously held all of your favorite records was barely recognizable, but your eyes flicked over the damage until they landed on her. 

The love of your life.

She stood there in all of her glory, a little banged up, but well enough to be barking out orders to her men around her. You hadn’t even noticed you were holding your breath when you came in. The tension eased out of you, foolishly, maybe since everyone else didn’t share the same palpable relief. Your exhale couldn’t have been audible to Sevika when she was across the room. It was still no surprise to you when her eyes were drawn to yours, always gravitating towards you even subconsciously. 

Your loving musings soon vanished as her face went from mildly pissed off to livid in a second. A small part of you questioned the decision in coming here as she shoved someone out of her way to stalk over to you.

“Why are you here.” Not even a question. A command, like you were one of her enforcers. 

“Are you okay?” Your worry for her overcame your frustration. It took all of your strength not to embrace her and check for yourself. Affection was not something she appreciated in front of her men and was tolerated and ignored at best, gruffly rejected at worst. 

Sevika closed her eyes and made an effort to calm herself. Obviously your insubordination struck a chord on her already frayed nerves. When her eyes opened, they were as hard as they would be when speaking with anyone else.

“You shouldn’t be here.” This time her expression did soften when your face fell. “It’s dangerous.” 

“I just- I wanted to check on-” Her back suddenly to you halted your strained explanation.

“Lock ’em up. Silco will want to deal with them personally. Make sure that’s all of them and start cleaning this place up.” The sudden movement of people made you realize that all of the eyes have been on you two. There weren't many that could walk away from a Sevika scolding unscathed and the fact that she hadn’t thrown you out on your ass was astonishing to those that weren’t privy to your relationship. “You. With me.”

Her metal arm wrapped around your waist to tug you towards one of the backrooms. It was strangely protective instead of the irate grip you expected. Fabric threatened to tear as the curtain was roughly yanked out of the way, a stark contrast to the touch she had on you. Metal on your lower back increased in pressure so that you were ushered in first. She seemed to keep herself between you and any potential threat. She was definitely not okay.

“‘Vika, sit. Let me look at you.” Her glare pierced the curtain one more time, as if daring anyone to intrude. She seemed to be listening intently to something only she could hear and finally approached you when her heightened senses were satisfied. The couch creaked under her weight and you made sure to approach her with slow movements. Before you could touch her, she gripped your hips to keep you at bay. It was wise to wait until she initiated whatever she wanted to happen next. 

You allowed her to pull you onto her lap. Her face is soon cradled in your hands as you examine the fresh bruises and cuts. As much as you know she can handle herself, worry gnaws at you whenever her work leaves her with marks. The purple glow of her eyes catches your attention and you nod in understanding. She’s incredibly stiff under your touch, her eyes are watching you intently and her face isn't soft like it usually is when she looks at you.

“What can I do for you? Do you… want me to leave?” Her grip tightens on your hips, eyes finding yours in a cruel glare.

“No. I don’t want you out of my sight. It’s just-” She sighed and shook her head. Her cheeks slightly squashed together as your hands drew her gaze back to you. “You were supposed to be at home. Safe. I wasn’t supposed to drag you into this.”

“Hey, I got here on my own. Someone has to keep you company.” You jibe. She shakes off your poor attempt at humor, stuck in her own head.

“I don’t just mean now. All of this.” The metal of her arm flashes in the light as she vaguely gestures around her.

“What do you mean, babe?” A wall seems to build behind her eyes, the brief moment of vulnerability is over. However, you’re desperate to pull her out of her own head and your mind has been flooding with ideas ever since you’ve seen her purple eyes.

You kiss her, slowly at first, and you maneuver her hands lower on your hips. Her body trembles with restraint as your tongue flicks against the cut on her lip and she roughly yanks you away. She immediately softens her hold-or tries to- when pain flashes across your face.

“Don’t. I’m still-it’s still in my system. I could hurt you.” Your heart breaks at the self loathing in her tone. Her eyes look up from her lap to you when you grab her face again. 

“Sevika, my love, I know what I’m doing. I want to do this for you.” The sudden fierceness in her gaze makes you want to simultaneously shrink back and pull closer in excitement. 

“You don’t know what you’re getting into.” Her bruising grip on your hips lights a fire in your stomach. 

“I know I’m helping out my girlfriend” Said grip gets impossibly tighter. “and signing up for the best sex of my life.” 

She’s still rigid under you and you slowly lean back in, flickering your eyes from hers to her lips. Your hands tighten against her vest to stop the anxious tremble in them. Sealing your fate, you take her bottom lip in between your teeth and apply pressure to the cut. 

The growl that comes out of her is inhuman, and you aren’t ashamed to admit how much you love it. You squeal as she flips you onto your back, the force of it causing you to bounce on the cushion. You push yourself onto your elbows and watch with anticipation as she removes her belt, impatiently rips the button off of her pants and shoves them down her thighs. You wisely choose not to tease her about the virtue she crows so much about getting thrown away with the promise of sex.

The leather of her belt bites into your skin as she binds your wrists.

“Keep your hands to yourself.” Probably for the best, any touch could provoke a negative response. She needed to have complete control. When you’re in the position she wants, her thighs straddle your chest.

“I’m gonna ride your face, baby. I won’t go easy, you sure you can take it?” The chuckle she gives at your enthusiastic nod has your thighs rubbing together. There are worse ways to die than eating out your 6 '4 girlfriend.

Sevika settles on your face, grinding her clit against your nose. Already the smell of her has you intoxicated. “Eat, baby.” 

No other encouragement is needed. Your tongue parts her folds, suckling and licking until you hear her low growl. Long fingers grip your hair to direct you however she wants

“Tongue out, so I can fuck it.” You obey, cherishing the weight of her against you. Both fine and coarse hairs tickle your chin, and if you looked up you’d see a thinning trail leading to her midriff. It’s impossible to get a full breath of air with her rutting against your face. All you can do is sit there and take it. Fire ignites in your belly, so intense you squirm and get a warning pull on your scalp. Sevika has slowed her pace to heavy, drawn out rolls of her hips and you wish you could grab her thighs to feel the thick muscles move underneath. You’ve seen how they support her in brawls, in training, and now they allow her to keep a languid pace against your mouth. Sharp fingernails dig into your palms instead as she speeds up, riding your face into the couch.

The cool flow of drool and cum warm your burning skin as it drips down your jaw, your neck, your chest. You’re on fire, overwhelmed with the weight on top of you, the sweat-slicked leather against your wrists, and the knowledge that the curtain certainly isn’t muting any of the obscene noises. Not of Sevikas grunts, her growls, her humiliating words to you, and not your choked out breathy moans that claw their way out of your chest.

“Stop fussing, baby. You’ll take what I give you.” Her hips still to rest her cunt on your face, blocking your airway. Panic sets in and you futilely try to push her off. “What’s that? C’mon, talk to me.” 

Whines come from between her thighs. A cold stare is fixed on you, not even slightly out of breath compared to your red face under her. Sevika appraises you until she’s satisfied, having her fill of your suffering before lifting her hips. You gulp down large breaths until you cough, whining at Sevikas disappointed tut. 

“Out of breath just from eating a little pussy? Gonna have to train that out of you.” Harsh words are combated by gentle fingers stroking your sweaty hair from your face. “You think you want to come to training with me, baby? Give the others a little show, me training my slut on the mat? My whore proving her worth?”

Sure. Gods, yes. You couldn’t work up the nerve to do basic self-defense training in front of others, but the thought of Sevika teaching you how to service her in between training her men sounded just fine to you.

“Yeah, thought so. Back to it, baby.” The only warning before she started up again.

The shimmer couldn’t have been ingested that long ago, not when she's snarling and grunting above you like an animal. They increase in volume when she sees your wet eyes, eager to please her at your own expense. 

“Fuck, you’re so good for me-” The vibrations from your moans send her over the edge. Her thighs tighten around your head hard enough to make you dizzy. Then she’s relaxing them to lower herself against you as much as she can while she rubs herself through her climax. As far gone as you are, you still have half a mind to keep your tongue out to collect her juices. Kitten-licks are all you’re capable of, her bitter coating ending up all over the lower half of your face.

The moan you let out when her bruised, weathered hands massage your neck would be embarrassing if you could think straight. Strained muscles uncoil under her unrelenting touch. When you’re nearly asleep, you feel her sling her thigh over you to unmount your chest. Sevika comes back after wiping herself off, two tissues in hand to gingerly clean your face.

“Think we can squeeze in a card game?” 

Your neck cramps from how fast you sit up to look at her.

“No!” Everytime she says there’s a game before you two can go fuck, you’re nearly out of your mind by the end of the night. Thankfully, this time it seems to be a joke if her amusement is anything to go by. And if she didn’t ride away all of your brain cells, you’d realize how the place won’t be seeing another card game for a while. Or maybe not a while. Silcos goons work fast when there’s a big scary lady threatening them.

Sevikas laugh is something of beauty, a little gruff, yet endearing when a snort makes its way through her chortles. 

“I’m kidding. Gods, your face. Besides, our table is busted to hell.” The fleeting joy subsides, and you pull her down on top of you to squeeze in a snuggle or two before she pulls away to clean up. Her arms naturally plant themselves on either side of you, keeping her weight from crushing you. Leather brushes against your front as you loop your still-bound arms over her head. “I liked that table.”

As did you. A few months ago, you both got a little too drunk and carved your initials into it, framed by a dick from Sevika, and then your poorly done job to disguise it as a heart. If you ever brought it up, she’d blame the whole thing on you.

“We’ll get a new one, Sev.”

The ache in your jaw is a pleasant one, you think, as she gets up. The raw skin on your chin burns slightly, but you don’t care because the edge to her eyes has lessened even as she pulls her stoic composure together. Maybe that’ll be enough to get her through the rest of the day-

“We’re going home.” It’s said with an air of finality. 

“Really?”

“I want to fuck you with the strap.” Oh. Lucky you.

“Fine with me, babe.” You slip your hands over her head, offering them for her to untie her belt.

“Another thing.” The firmness in her voice captures your attention, but she doesn’t look up from where her hands are undoing the belt. “When we’re walking home. Don’t speak to anyone. Don’t look at them if you can help it. I’ll have to kill them if you do.” The curve of her lips into something other than a frown appears when you emit the most unattractive snort.

“Ha, you’re so… you are joking, right? Sevika?”

….

The bedframe slams against the wall and you swear you hear a knock on the door at some point. If the ferocity of Sevika’s growl didn’t scare whoever it was away, then maybe it was the splintering of wood from the grip of her metal arm. 

“Fuck, fuck, fuck-” You’re beyond any kind of coherent thought. Soft cotton under your cheek contradicts the hardness of Sevika’s body behind you. The only thing keeping you in place is Sevika’s human arm, which relinquishes its hold on your hip to wind itself in your hair. Tears spring to your eyes when she yanks, angling your head so that your expression is visible. Sweat drips down between her breasts, to the ridges and dusting of hair on her abdomen, then to her V-line until it reaches the bands that secure the strap-on to her hips. The muscles of her thighs distend and contract as she pistons the strap in and out of your pussy, hitting all of the right places.

You’re on your knees in front of her while she rails you, every growl and grunt going straight to your clit. The tightness in your stomach is close to snapping. As if she can feel your cunt clenching the toy, her metal hand presses against your stomach to haul you up so that your back is against her chest. Slick bodies easily glide against each other and you groan as her hard nipples are squashed against your back. Fingers made of flesh find your breast and squeeze, her large hand not leaving much uncovered. 

Feral grunts and growls are magnified in your ear and it’s not long until you’re coming. Sevika fucks you through it until you’re clawing at her hands. 

“Too much, too much.” You could have sobbed in relief when she pulled out and lowered your body onto the soft sheets. A sharp whistle jolted you to attention from where you were starting to drift off.

“We’re not done yet. Two more.” There was no room for argument as she flipped you over onto your back and tugged you to the edge of the bed. Bleary eyes appraised her when she rubbed the toy against your clit, her thumb caressed your lip before pressing against them. You obediently opened and suckled on her fingers as if it were second nature. A pleased hum from her reignited the fire in your belly. “Good baby.”

Shushes were the only comfort you received when you whined around her fingers as she slid the strap-on into you once more. Short, slow pumps lasted long enough to ease the overwhelming pleasure from your first orgasm. A gasp rips out of your chest when she hikes her leg up on the bed, angling the toy even deeper into you. Sevika easily maneuvers your leg to rest on her shoulder.

“That’s it, that’s it, open up for me.” Your toes curl when she kisses the foot beside her, fingers moving to rub the arch. Liquid coats your thighs and her groin, the new position doing nothing to silence the squelching of the toy pumping in and out. Heat rises to your face and you cover it with your hands, whining softly when she pulls them away. “Don’t worry about it, baby. Mommy knows you like it when she fucks you.” 

Her words prompt another gush of arousal from you and you groan.  “That’s right, get Mommy wet.”

Fingers brush against where the strap-on fills you, coating themselves in you before being shoved in her mouth. The guttural hum she gives could be mistaken for a growl. 

“As sweet as you look. You know how fucked out you look right now, princess?”

Your breasts bounce from her unforgiving thrusts, catching her attention. Her eyelids shutter, hungrily devouring the sight. A devious smirk pulls on her lips and fingers dust against your foot, making you squeal and fail to remove it from her reach. You’re clenching around the toy for dear life, held wide open and at her mercy. 

“Not fair, baby?” A sob has her cooing over you, both teasing and genuine words of comfort. And that’s all it takes to push you over the edge again. 

“That’s it, good girl.” Her thrusts don’t seize, but they do slow.

“Please, please, I can’t I-“

“You can, baby.” You don’t think you could move if you wanted to. You definitely couldn’t escape the hands that drag you up the bed and crawl on top of you, pressing her body against yours. You whimper as she buries herself to the hilt, not an inch of space between you two. The proximity is something you’ve needed all day and it seems that she’s realized this. 

Sevika gazes upon your teary face lovingly. Your whimpers are shushed as she begins to move, gentle and measured compared to her previous pace. The firm movements of her grinding into you are almost unbearable after your second orgasm. 

“Please-“ You trail off in a moan when she starts kissing the tears off of your cheeks, sucking lightly on the supple flesh.. 

“I got you. Let me take care of you.” Her eyes are almost completely grey now, most of the shimmer having been fucked out of her system. Now she’s back in mommy dom mode.

“Tell me how you feel, baby. Do you like it when I give you what you need? You’ve been such a good girl, checking on mommy.” If you weren’t so fucked out, you’d hear the underlying apology in her words. Apparently her harsh words to you earlier didn’t sit well with her.

“Yes, yes- feels so good ‘vika please don’t stop-“

“Shh, I’m not gonna stop until that pretty pussy comes for me. Again.” Your moans are like music to her ears, and she’s long accepted that your blush under her watchful gaze undoes her like nothing else. “Why’d you come find me, princess?” 

She has to repeat the question several times for you to both hear and understand it.

“Huh? Because-ah! Because I was worried-“ 

“Why, baby?” Her voice had a dangerous edge to it now, letting you know what it was she wanted to come out of your mouth. She’d never admit it, but you’ve learned what she needed, what she craved more than any drug or alcohol.

“Because I love you! Iloveyouiloveyouiloveyou-“

She ceased her slow grinding to pull out slightly and hammer into your core with strong, slow thrusts. The change, along with the renewed fire in her gaze, brought on your third orgasm.

You keened when your body couldn’t decide to press flush against her or pull away from the overstimulation.

Kisses are pressed against your face, trailing their way down your chest. Her hand massages your quivering leg by her hip as she waits for you to come back to her. 

“You with me, baby?” Her smug voice wasn’t enough to break you out of the exhaustion that settled over you. You were barely able to give her a nod. “Hey, hey, not yet. I gotta clean you up.”

Sleep came and went regardless. You were able to catch flashes of the way to the bath, Sevika having a one-sided conversation with you while lathering you with soap, the forehead kisses and a glass of water pressing against your lips. It all felt like a dream, a damn good one, so you tried to wake yourself up and spend a little more time with her while you could stave off the exhaustion.

As short-lasted as it was, it was still a sweet moment with Sevika and you could never have too many of those. 

………

Extra:

When you’re carried back to your bedroom, you notice something propped up against her desk.

Your eyes catch on the splintered wood, an imprint of knuckles caved into it, but unblemished enough for you to make out the initials.

#sevika x reader #arcane sevika x reader #sevika imagine #arcane sevika

[movedtolilmouzee]

Hiii!! Can I request the reader brother is in Tenjiku,

so he's a member from Tenjiku and his sister who is the reader meets Tenjiku and the reader is like Shinobu,

Where the reader always smiles and to the enemy she's like "So we can be friends!! Oh, So I can see, you receive the proper penalty and be reborn, I could gouge out your eyeballs or slash your stomach to rip our your organs☺️"

but she's actually such a nice person when she's not fighting enemies.😊🥺

𝔜𝔬𝔲 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔡𝔢𝔳𝔦𝔩...

"𝘐𝘯𝘯𝘰𝘤𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳", 𝘌𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘣𝘢𝘣𝘪𝘦𝘴 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳, 𝘔𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘮𝘶𝘳𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘦, 𝘉𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘣𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘴, 𝘉𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘥, 𝘚𝘮𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘰𝘧 𝘬𝘯𝘪𝘧e (-𝙷𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚘 𝚖𝚢 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚕𝚢 𝚊𝚗𝚘𝚗! 𝙸 𝚍𝚘 𝚊𝚙𝚘𝚕𝚘𝚐𝚒𝚣𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚎 𝙸 𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚙𝚘𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜, 𝙸 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚎𝚎 𝚎𝚡𝚊𝚖𝚜 𝚝𝚘𝚍𝚊𝚢, 𝚖𝚢 𝚌𝚊𝚛 𝚋𝚛𝚘𝚔𝚎 𝚍𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚜𝚘 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚏𝚒𝚡 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚙𝚒𝚌𝚔 𝚞𝚙 𝚏𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚜 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝙸 𝚑𝚘𝚙𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚎𝚗𝚓𝚘𝚢 𝚍𝚎𝚊𝚛! <𝟹)

You had an idea of what your eldest sibling did when they snuck out at night, coming back home bloodied and covered in brusies, you may be sweet but you sure aren't dumb. You're oldest sibling tried everything to hide their gang life, to keep you safe. You were all they had left, but they could never say no to you when you pulled out the puppy dog eyes. Your sibling warned everyone in tenjiku of your arrival and to clean up any blood, weapons and keep you safe which they all did thankfully.

To no surprise everyone adored you. You baked them cookies and brownies which won them all over, they swore to protect you. They all acted like that one meme of "if anything bad happens to Y/N, I'll kill everyone in this room and then myself." You brighted up their moods when you'd walk into the room, they considered you their own sibling as well.

The perfect fairy tale did end a little too soon for anyone's comfort. An enemy gang surrounded you just when you were going to meet up with your older siblings and izana. You knew immediately something was off the way they snickered and whispered about you. "They look so innocent, we can't ruin such a perfect thing." "Let's just scare the poor thing, send a message to izana" Hearing these words sent you into your fight or flight response, dropping the container of snacks you baked shouting for your brother and izana.

Feeling a sudden pain in your jaw, landing on the ground with a loud thud, realization hit you one of the men punched you. It had been awhile since you actually got in a fight with someone, maybe today would be good practice. Rising onto your feet wiping the dirt off your stomach and knees, flashing a small smile before landing a punch onto the closet person you could, kicking another's knee bringing him down before grabbing onto his arm and snapping it over your knee.

Too busy to notice izana, your brother and the rest of tenjiku members standing near by watching, you brought down another enemy snapping his fingers. Grabbing a pocket knife from your pocket getting a small cut on one's arm to keep him away from you, ignoring the blood the soaked your new shirt. Now looking at two guys crying on the floor smiling "If any of you touch me or my family, ever again, I'll beat you into a bloody pulp, your own mother won't won't recognize you" You whispered, kicking one of their chest before turning your back to them now noticing everyone watching you.

Almost immediately smiling at them, waving as you ran up to your older sibling, ignoring their worries about you being ok, just simply shrugging it off and asking how everyone else was feeling, making sure they weren't hurt.

#mouzees corner #tokyo revengers #tokyo revengers headcanons #tenjiku #izana kurokawa #tokyo revengers kakucho #ran haitani #kanji mochizuki #shion madarame #muto yasuhiro #rindou haitani #shuji hanma #hajime kokonoi #tetta kisaki #sanzu haruchiyo #tenjiku arc

[half-deadmagicperson]

And He Answered

Chapter 1

For @phicphight

Words: 994 (For this chapter)

Prompt: Mermaid AU, where instead of being ectobiologists, Jack and Maddie Fenton study wildlife from under the sea— specifically mermaids. Amity Park is next to multiples large lakes and rivers, the Ghost Zone is underwater, all the ghosts are mers, and Danny is struggling to find a way to explain his sudden aversion to any things water.( By @erebecula )

Summary: Danny Fenton was just fourteen when his parents built a submarine. It was designed to travel to a world unseen. When it couldn't handle the water pressure, his folks quit, but Danny was stupid and went inside of it.

Warnings: Major Character Death, Drowning

This is chapter one of this series which will probably become my pet project this month.

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        Drs. Fenton are marine biologists who have been trying to prove the existence of mers for years. One of their pet projects was a special sub that could help them capture a specimen or two, as well as travel deep enough to find them. Danny was cleaning their lab when he noticed the sub in all its glory. He was curious about the strange vessel and decided to board it. While he was looking around the cockpit, he accidentally bumped a button on the control panel. An alarm blared as the sub was dropped into the depths of the surprisingly deep lake.

    The sub went down and cracked under the pressure. Water rushed in and filled the cockpit. Danny started to tread water. It was no use. Eventually, there was no air left in the sub. The lake water stung his eyes. Danny held his breath as long as he could. He needed to inhale, but he couldn't. Water rushed into his airway, and he started to choke. The lake filled his lungs and he couldn't breath. This was it. He was stupid for ever boarding the sub. His vision blurred. He'll never get to say goodbye to his family or his friends. Danny will never get to be an astronaut. At least, he'll be among the stars. Goodbye world. Everything went black.

     "We got a pulse!" A muddled voice spoke. Danny's eyes flew open as he lurched forward and coughed out a bunch of water onto the blanket on top of him. He was in a hospital, sitting on a gurney. He looked over to see a doctor and nurses as well as his family. His head ached like there was no tomorrow. How did they find him? He was at least 5000 ft below. 

    "What happened?" He asked groggily.

    "We were wondering if you could answer that," his mom said, "we found you washed up on the beach. You-you didn't have a pulse and you weren't breathing. Jazz called the doctor while I started giving you CPR. We were so scared Danny! We thought we were gonna lose you."

    At this point his mother started to cry and pulled him into a hug.

   "Those damned mer probably did this," his dad replied, "I, Jack Fenton, swear to tear them apart for what they did!"

    Danny knew at some point he had to figure out how he got on shore, but in the meantime he was tired. He decided to get some sleep. Hopefully tomorrow he'll be able to go home.

    A blue man with a whipy beard appeared. His complexion was both young and old at the same time. His form appeared to shift with the shimmering in the water between a child, an adult, and an elder. His face wore a gentle smile. He summoned a ball of blue light and blew it towards Danny.

  "You're destined for great things young halfa. You will unite the land and sea. It's only a matter of time."

    The man smiled and faded away.

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    Danny woke up super thirsty. He looked around the hospital room for some water. Thankfully, he was given some breakfast which included something to drink. Today he had to do some final check-ups so he can go home.

    The day dragged on. Most of the time he spent texting his friends Sam and Tucker, telling them that he was okay. The doctors came and cleared him. The only concerning thing was his slightly colder body temperature, but that should hopefully go away soon.

    The Fenton Assault Vehicle (equipped with harpoons and nets) rolled up into the driveway of their house. It felt good to be home. Danny walked up to his room and pulled out some clothes for a shower. The grime from the ocean still clung to his skin.

    Danny turned on the faucet in the bath. He ran his hand under the water to see what temperature it was at before he turned to place down his clean clothes. Not a moment after he set his clean clothes down did he notice something shiny on his hand. Were those scales? Sure enough on the back of his hand was blotched with iridescent black scales. He rubbed his hand with a towel, and they disappeared. Maybe he should just go to bed. He's so tired he must be seeing things. Yeah that's it. Just tired.

     Danny laid down in bed and looked out his window towards Lake Amity. He watched the water lap slightly against the sand. It was quite peaceful. A sense of longing filled his heart as he stared at the still, murky waters. He wanted to be out there in the stillness. He has no idea why, especially since he literally drowned like two days ago. He watched the light shimmer against the water and the temptation grew worse. He NEEDED to be out there. The water was calling.

     Danny told his family he was going for a walk and strolled to the rocky beach. He walked over to a part of the cove where he could be alone. The water was calling him.

     Danny stepped into the water and walked in. Scales grew wherever the water touched. He felt rejuvenated. Finally, he walked so deep his head was the only thing above water. The supernatural draw of the lake caused him to go further still, until he was fully submerged. His legs fused and grew into a beautiful black tail with green fins. The black in his hair melted into a snowy white, and his eyes became an emerald green. Gills etched their way on his neck that enabled him to breathe. Webbing grew between his fingers. A dorsal fin sprouted on his back, punching a hole through his shirt. He was no longer just Danny Fenton, the son of  weird marine biologists . He was something new. He was a mer, or at least half of one.

   The water called him, and he answered her.

#danny phanton #phic phight #phic phight 2023 #fanfiction #mermaid au #and he answered #danny fenton

[ivoncu]

HAPPY HOLIDAYSS!🌟 <333 can i request 💋 + Keito? it'd be funny to see him in that situation.. /gets kicked. anyways, hoping that you'll have fun w this!! thanks a lot!

DAY 13 — CHRISTMAS PROMPT 💋 + keito hasumi

💋 — be caught standing under the mistletoe

‎ (n.) — i cried tears of happiness seeing keito gets requested thank you for granting me this opportunity. i am in shambles i love keito hasumi from the hit game ensemble stars from the hit unit akatsuki so much. he makes me insane in a bad way but i still love him

Thankfully at the end of the day, you both managed to cast your works aside and have the rest of the year for yourselves, and what better what to spend Christmas together than participating in Rhylin's Christmas party?

Truth to be told, he didn't want to go to this party—he had another plan in mind and that is to just spend time with you alone but one after the other, he was persuaded to come. Alas, you too were fallen victim to it.

You both were standing somewhere in a less secluded area, looking around at how lively people are at this event.

"I can't believe I'd let Kanzaki persuade me into coming." He sighed, shaking his head in regret

"You aren't exactly the only one here, that's for sure." You replied, chuckling lightly. "Y'know, when the high schoolers said they wanted me to come, I couldn't bring myself not to."

"You're too soft on them, [Name]." He said truthfully.

"Weren't you also persuaded? You sound like a hypocrite right now." You chuckled, watching his cheeks taint with pink hues out of embarrassment.

Nonetheless, your attention were brought back to the sea of people in front of you once again. Some were merely acquaintances of yours, some where friends you cherish deeply, but you could see clearly just how happy they are on this day.

You didn't say anything to him, yet Keito knows you were thinking of something. Before he could ask, you grabbed his hands within yours, a smile soon appearing on your face.

"Do you... Wanna grab a drink together? Or something to eat?" You ask, smiling at him.

He was left confused for a moment before smiling slightly. He really cannot know what your next course of action is, can he?

"Sure, I'm quite hungry myself." He agreed, alas letting himself being dragged by you to the food section.

Before you two could arrive there, you were greeted by ra*bits who in turn each gave you two a christmas present of their own.

Neither of you had any idea on why they'd do so. Very much speechless, you two could only thank them for their sudden gifts as you greeted each other merry christmas.

Well, that was certainly weird. Thank goodness the box isn't too big for any of you, and you're both sure that the christmas exchanging is starting later and not now. Perhaps you two should just place it somewhere first?

Then all of the sudden the rest of UNDEAD came and each greeted you in their own ways; they also gave you presents. Keito was in fact flustered at this point and declined their gifts, but they were weirdly persistent on giving him theirs. Alas, more gifts was gifted to him, to you.

"Is this some sort of trap...? Why're they gifting us so many gifts all of the sudden?" Keito soon voices out his concern, sweat-dropping at the piles of present he has to hold in his hands, all decorated in their own little ways.

"Yo, danna." Suddenly a voice spoke, thus Kuro appeared with two present in hand along with Souma too.

"K-Kiryu? What is the meaning of this?"

"What do you mean? We just wanted to say thanks to you two fer workin' and still bein' with us until today. No ulterior motives here."

"Kiryu-dono is correct! We, from Rhylink want to properly thank you two for working with us so much this year!" Souma agreed to Kuro's statement, smiling happily at you two.

"So I hope you two will gladly accept these gifts I have prepared!" He bows down slightly, holding both gifts in his hand. One for you and one for Keito.

"Thank you... I guess...?" Keito said, still unsure on what to say, yet he still took it and placed it on top of the piles of presents he has in his hands.

You also took yours, smiling happily at him while muttering a little "thank you" for his kind gesture.

"Here's my gift for you two then ♪" Kuro said, placing it on yours and Keito's presents, smiling happily.

"Well, that's all we have for you two. See ya later." Kuro said, then soon left in a hurry it rather seems like whilst Souma soon followed. He waved back to you before completely leaving.

"They're... Acting weird." You chuckled slightly, looking down at the boxes of gifts you have now.

Keito could only sigh loudly in response, putting some on the ground. "I deeply apologize for them, I in fact also have no idea on what they're trying to do." He apologized.

"Do you need help with carrying the gifts? I can help you if you'd like." He offered to help, but you quickly decline his generous offer.

"Ah, no. I'm fine." You said, your eyes soon looking up to the ceiling. Keito raised an eyebrow, seeing that you had just widen yur eyes in surprise before he also does the same.

There totally was an ulterior motive here; you're both are seriously under the mistletoe whilst everyone was watching.

He blushed, red hues tainting his cheeks in embarrassment at the realization of what this means. They totally set him up for this! How much of a fool he was for not seeing that mistletoe sooner, he should've realized something was up when UNDEAD suddenly gave him presents!

He looked to you, and you were starting to giggle while batting your eye at him like some sort of highschool girl seeing her crush in the hallway.

"Hey, Keito-kun. Do you like me?" You ask, giving him the puppy dog eyes as if you two aren't already dating.

"Don't look at me like that." Keito said, glancing away from you, his face flushed red.

"But do you wanna kiss?" You ask, not dropping that puppy dog eyes you're giving him. He hates how you're clearly teasing him right now especially in front of others.

He clears his throat, trying to find the correct words to say to you, yet he was unable to. From the first word he spoke, you already were pulling him in for a kiss.

The kiss didn't last long, thankfully, but he was sure people will tease him for a very long time for this moment.

You smiled at him innocently, trying to act as if you didn't do anything wrong. "Merry Christmas, sweetheart."

He can't really stay mad at you for long, can he? A fit of chuckle stifled out of him as he looks at you with a genuine smile on his face.

"Yes... Whatever. Merry Christmas to you too, darling."

#🎄... christmas event! #🎁... happy holidays to you! #ensemble stars x reader #enstars x reader #keito hasumi x reader #i can finally rest now.

[oceansssblue]

[THE BAD BATCH]—Soulmate AU

TECH/OFC

WARNINGS: PURE FLUFF 💖

Liria's heart painfully clenched in her chest at the sight of CT–7834 teary eyes and his small frightened face begging her for help. He was definitely the most sensitive of the bunch of the 4 year old clone kids she was tasked to take care of; nightmares weren't a rare thing for the young one. CT-7834 –he hadn't decided on a name yet, as clones usually started making their picks in their fourteens or so– made grabby hands at her; and Liria was quick to crouch down into a squat and pick him up from the floor. The small kid inmediately wrapped his arms and legs around her; pressing his little face against her neck and clothes.

"Nightmare, sweety?" She asked, even when knowing the answer, just so the young clone could have an oportunity to explain it to her if he wanted to do so.

Mm-mm" the kid mumbled, hiding his face even further in her space. "I dreamt of droids and aliens today. Our teachers showed us some pictures in class and..."

Liria nodded against him, holding him in one arm while she used the other hand to start caressing his hair. He wasn't the first kid with nightmares that week. The kaminoans had started with the teaching stage of their soldiers training; no practices yet, but they were instructing them on how the world worked, the creatures that roamed the galaxy, what kinds of droids existed and how they could defeat them. Some took it better than others, and Liria was sure they would all make great soldiers one day. But they were just kids, yet. She'll give them all the love that she could while she could til then.

Not wanting to make him believe his fears and worries we're invalid, she nodded along, and walked with him through the cold corridors of Kamino.

"I get it. There are some scary things out there. But you know what?" she gently tilted his chin up so she could look at him in the eyes, and offered him a gentle smile "None of them are gonna make their way to here. You're safe in this place, with your brothers, and with me. And you'll become a great soldier, with time, so even if some part of that fear still stays inside your heart, you will still be able to defeat them, whatever they are".

CT's–7834 eyes widened with a now radiant smile. He didn't feel as embarassed as he was, before; as her caregiver understood his point of view. The praise and lack of doubt in her voice did wonders to comfort him as well. He straighted up in her arms and asked for confirmation.

"Really? You truly believe I'll make a good soldier one day?"

Liria chuckled and dropped a quick kiss to the side of his forehead. She entered the common bedroom for the kid's group and lowered her voice. They were all soundly sleeping by now; but she didn't want to risk it.

"Of course I do" she whispered, CT's-7834 smile widening with it, and the young woman gestured towards his empty bed with one of her hands while she carefully dropped the clone to the floor "Now up you go in bed, sweet thing".

The 4 year old yawned tiredly, and thankfully didn't offer any resistance. He climbed into his bed, getting himself comfortable while he looked at her.

"I wish I could listen to your stories at anytime" he mumbled, blinking slowly, pulling a small warm smile from Liria's face.

She was an expert in story-telling. The kids loved it, how she would use different voices and gestures with each character; and she was happy to give them a moment of rest and distraction for a chance. The Kaminoan's had a closed list of books she could read to them; but fortunately there were some innocent simple space adventure ones in the mix.

She caressed CT's-7834 dark hair one last time and stepped back. A sudden idea lightened up on her mind.

"I'll see what I can do about that, little trooper. Sweet dreams" she wished, and after a whispered answer from the kid she silently walked away.

She wasn't an expert in technology –not at all–, so she might need to ask for someone's help. Fortunately, there were others on Kamino she could count with.

(•••)

After a whole year working in Kamino, Liria had heard it all; which meant she knew exactly who to look for help. The young woman had losted count of just how many times "The Bad Batch" had been mentioned around her; from miraculously surviving suicide missions to simple fights in the mess hall. She had only watched them from for away, though, once or twice; but those were enough to pick their differences up. Sargent Hunter had surprisingly long hair and an even more suprising half face skull tattoo. Crosshair's natural grey hair was very distinctive, along the ink around his eye that replicated his name and either a nochalant expression or permanent sneer perched on his face. Wrecker was... Well, Wrecker, really –huge and loud–; and finally, Tech was the only clone Liria had ever seen wearing a pair of glasses. That, and his height and distinctive armour made him easy to locate; and the woman aproached the team in the hangar with cautious steps.

"Hi!" she made her presence known, though both Hunter and Crosshair were already staring at her when she stopped in front of the squad. Slightly intimidated, she quickly turned to the person she had been looking for. "Tech, right? Um, excuse the interruption, but do you have a few minutes to help me with a little personal proyect, by any chance? Feel free to say no, none offense taken."

She left the dismission opened for him to take it. She really didn't want to bother him; they were clearly getting back from a mission, and though it appeared to have gone very well –they were completely unscathed–, she could see they were tired and needed rest. She almost felt bad for asking him; but he could always decline her petition if he needed.

Tech turned his head up from his datapad –maybe writing some notes of their mission– and quickly scanned the young woman in front of them. The rest of the batch seemed as –or even more– surprised than him.

"That is correct, yes" he adjusted his goggles in one of his usual ticks "I don't believe we've met each other before".

She smiled and fidgeted in place.

"No, no, we haven't. But I've heard you're a genious with technology, so I thought you'd be the man to ask for help".

Her answer was quickly followed by a loud groan and Wrecker's muttered "men, I can't believe Tech's the one pulling girls!". Liria blushed scarlet, making Hunter chuckle and bringing out Crosshair's signature smirk. Tech glanced at his brother and cleared his throat; only a tint of pink across his own cheeks.

"I can spare some minutes of my time" he finally confirmed, ignoring his brother's ants and focusing on her "What proyect do you have in mind?"

"Oh, thank you so much!" she shot back excitedly, and quickly explained what her idea was.

Liria wanted to record her own story-telling for CT-7834 –or any other kid, for that fact– to rewatch whenever he'd want. She didn't want it to be a simple video, though; she wanted one of those were she could split the screen in two. One half would show her mimicking and voicing the characters, like she always did; the other half would show the pages of the book, so anyone could keep up straight with the reading if they wanted to. It was truly not a difficult thing; for anyone that kind of knew her way around tech. But she didn't; so she had called the master of tech itself.

Hunter patted his shoulder and the three brothers silently left them space; the bespectacled clone nodding in farawell while his heart filled with warmth for the natborn in front of him. Her idea... Tech remembered his own nights in Kamino. While other clones had regular memory, his was fairly advanced; which, besides gifting him the ability to study and learn faster, also made him remember everything no matter how much time had pass. So he could perfectly picture himself as a kid, huddled up in his shared room at night, how scared and lonely he felt at times. How he wished someone would hug him and talked him through it with a gentle understanding voice. He was glad CT–7834 and his group could have her to do that.

"That's very kind of you" he offered, his voice warm and gentle, adjusting his googles one more time "Not many natborns would put the effort in".

Her own eyes seemed to soften in response; and her voice filled with affection and fondness.

"They deserve that and so much more. I wish I could wrap them up in a cocoon of warmth and hugs and keep them safe for the rest of their lives".

She sighed, an almost sad, understanding smile showing on her face; and for once, Tech swallowed the need to point out the logistic errors that that wish may propose and kept his mouth shut. He understood the sentiment. They had all been there, once; but still, it didn't make any easier watching the younger clones and knowing what fate awaited them. The goggled clone felt a pull of attraction towards the woman; she was kind and pretty, and the way her eyes filled with warmth and her voice turned gentle made him want to wrap his hands around her in a soft hug too.

He cleared his throat and redirected the original line of the conversation.

"Well, I'm confident I'll be able to make your idea work. Just give me the rest of the afternoon and I shall have a recording device settled up for you to use tomorrow"

Liria's radiant smile could probably light up any room. She clasped her hands together in excitement.

"Thank you so much, Tech. I really appreciate it".

The man nodded, a firm, soldier like movement; and he offered her a small goodbye before moving to leave the hangar.

"Have a good night, Miss."

She chuckled and corrected him.

"Liria" she told him, and Tech hold her stare for a long second before nodding and walking away.

The woman couldn't help but think how nice of a guy he was, helping her with her little silly proyect even after returning from a tiring mission. She couldn't help but think of how handsome she finded him, too, with his brown hair and chocolate eyes.

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It was mid-morning when Tech knocked on her door the next day. She greeted him with a happy smile, exchanging a few pleasantries here and there before the clone jumped into a detailed explanation of how the recording program worked. Sitting down on her bed besides her –and totally ignorant to the way that made her feel– he showed her the datapad with the program already running; and made a quick demonstration on how to work both halves of the screen separately. In one side she could drag the online format of the book in and switch pages manually; in the other she could upload or record any video in real time. Tech explained some minor functions, too; how to change the speed of the file, adding titles or words, music, etc. She was sure she wasn't going to use any of that; but she liked hearing him talk, spending time with him, so she nodded and listened to every word. Tech's little mannerisms and choice of words were endearing to her, and time seemed to fly away.

"If you want to, I can wait for you to record this and take a final look at it before closing and joining the files" he offered, once the explanation was completed, and hoped he didn't seem too eager for that.

Truth was he liked that particular natborn. She was easy-going and even easier to talk to; she had an understanding, sweet, gentle aura about her that made Tech feel safe and relaxed. He wasn't the best at social interactions, though definetly not the worst; yet, akward moments didn't seem to exist with Liria, who listened free of judgement, and Tech felt he didn't need to tone himself down.

"That'll be great!" she quickly answered, with that same enthusiasm, to his luck. "You sure you have the time for that, though?"

The clone nodded, and pointed down at his own datapad.

"I have this one with me. I'll work on something in the meantime" he stated, looking down towards it and already distractedly tapping away "Take all the time you need".

With Tech settled down on her bed, Liria placed the smaller datapad on top of the covers and sat with her legs crossed right in front of it; loading the book on one side of the screen while pressing the record button on the other side. She dedicated a minute to say hello and "ushering the little trooper to bed" before smiling, announcing the title, and turning the first page.

In the course of the next thirty minutes, Tech couldn't help but let an amused smile show up here and there in silence at her story-telling. She really was putting the effort in; lowering and turning up her voice, and filling it with rasps or sweetness to give voice to the different characters in the book. She did small mimicks too. Tech was sure the kids were going to have a blast listening to her. He couldn't help but melt again when hearing her ending the recording with an affectionate soft "good night, little trooper. Sweet dreams"; it was kind of ridiculous and ilogical, but he could swear he was already half in love.

Man of his word, the goggled clone showed her how to join and save both files together and finish her proyect. The look she directed to him was full of the same affection he had watch her pull towards the kids.

"Thank you so much, Tech" she told him, while reaching her hand out and softly squeezing his shoulder.

A loud gasp was torned from both of them; a burning feeling spreading from their forearms to the rest of their bodies. They quickly found each other's eyes; and stared.

"Have we... Did we..." she stuttered, in shock, and Tech willed his heartbeat to calm down while slowly and expectantly pulling his sleeve up.

They both stared at the symbol on his arm. The shape of a small moon and tiny stars, once black, had turned to a bright red; the sign that Tech had finally found –and touched– his soulmate.

Liria recognised the mark. She slowly dragged her right sleeve up as well; the same red symbol exposed to them.

"O-oh" was all she could come up with, at first, breathless.

Still sitting down, she looked up at him, lovingly, and Tech's hand gently craddled the side of her face with reverence while his thumb draw soft caresses in the skin of her cheek.

"It seems that we are indeed soulmates, cyare" he pointed out, eyes full of affection and wonder, and Liria couldn't had stopped her delighted sigh even if she had tried to do so.

She recognised the mando'a; and she melted with his sweetness. She hold onto both of his forearms with her hands.

"Kiss me, Tech" she softly asked.

He couldn't do anything other than showing her a small smile and respecting her wishes; bending slightly forward and capturing her lips in the sweetest and gentlest kiss ever, carefully wrapping his hands around her body and holding her soulmate against her.

They spent the rest of the day together, getting to know each other better and even sharing the news with the rest of the batch. Later that night, after Liria had made sure all her little troopers were sleeping soundlesly in their respective beds once more, Tech knocked for the second time in the day on her door. She let him in, and after some soft –and passionate– kisses, they cuddled up on her bed, his long legs under hers and her head resting against his chest. That night, it was Tech who read to her.

THE END.

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AUTHORS NOTE:

AND THAT'S THAT FOR OUR FAVOURITE GOGGLED CLONE! I WANTED TO KEEP IT WITH PURE FLUFF (AS A CHANGE FOR MY LAST TWO SOULMATE AUS, ECHO's AND WRECKER's ONES). I HOPE YOU'VE LIKED IT AND I'VE LIVED TO THE TASK! LET ME KNOW IF YOU HAVE : )

THAT SAID, WE'VE ONLY GOT CROSSHAIR AND HUNTER TO FINISH OUR SOULMATE'S AU SERIES. I STILL HAVE TO THINK WHAT KIND OF EMOTIONS I'M GONNA POUR INTO THAT. SUGESSTIONS? WHAT KIND OF FICS YOU'D LIKE TO READ AFTER THAT? REMEMBER I'M TAKING REQUESTS AND PROMPTS, FEEL FREE TO ASK.

Xx,

Sky.

#tech tbb #tbb tech #hunter tbb #wrecker tbb #echo tbb #tbb crosshair #tbb hunter #tbb echo #tbb #tbb omega #tbb wrecker #sw tbb #star wars tbb #star wars #the clone wars #fanfic #fics #soulmates #fluff

[judgementdaysunshine]

Spinning

Pairing: Billie Starkz x Fem reader

Description: You feel dizzy after your cruel and grueling match against Hikaru Shida leading your girlfriend to help you get through the spell

Everything was endlessly spinning as you finished your match against Hikaru Shida with a drop kick and a quick pin winning the match as you leaned against the ropes right after. You feel a hand on your shoulder turning to see your girlfriend Billie leading you backstage to the med room to be checked out, the med determined that you weren't concussed in any way but having a dizzy spell from low blood sugar and slight dehydration due to your anxiety and nerves acting up since it was a big match that had just put your ticket against Athena Palmer at All In later on in the year which would skyrocket your career whether you ended up winning that match or not as you catch your breath before taking sips of water which helped ease your quivering nerves and some of the dizziness feeling glad to be home as billie quickly makes you some warm food that you can eat easily but was also good and solid on your belly. She stays by your side as you eat the warm stew she made feeling much better after eating than you had felt the whole day, you jump in the shower talking to billie who stays in the bathroom to make sure you didn't pass out or get badly hurt if you got dizzy again from standing too long but thankfully the water and stew is just what you needed to help the sudden spell of dizziness smiling when she pulls you into her arms "Thanks for looking after and helping me baby" she knew you needed it today especially with how long and gruesome the match between you and hikaru was gently placing an ice pack on your bruised back from being thrown into the exposed metal post corner of the ring, "Of course baby, you needed it and I'm always glad to help you in any way at all" you lean your head on her shoulder as the two of you watch Ponyo and a bunch of other movies until you both fell asleep.

#aew x reader #billie starkz #billie starkz x reader #aew

[galraluver]

This fic is the third part of this post. I hope you all enjoy it as much as the other two 😁

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(F/b/a) = Favorite beach activity

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Going to the beach was (Y/n's) absolutely favorite thing in the entire world during summer, she loved it ever since she was a little girl and she still loved it after she grew up and moved into her own house/apartment. She lived about two hours away from a beach which meant she got to go every weekend during the summer; there were so many things she loved about the beach, but her favorite would definitely have to be (F/b/a). After packing her beach bag, her mini cooler and putting her bathing suit on and her sundress (Y/n) was ready to go to the beach, looking forward to smelling the fresh beach air and feeling the warm sunlight against her skin. On the way to the beach (Y/n) noticed how it got a little cloudy for about twenty minutes or so and she wondered if the day would be ruined by rain which would totally suck, thankfully the clouds seemed to disappear as quickly and mysteriously as they appeared. Summer rainstorms were fairly normal and were nice during stay-in do nothing days, but they weren't fun during beach days.

After arriving at the beach and finding a parking spot she took her beach bag and mini cooler out of the passenger seat and locked her car, taking her time to walk to the beach since she wasn't in a rush. As she looked out at the horizon (Y/n) couldn't help but think about Blaytz, her favorite character from Voltron Legendary Defender; she knew he was a part of a semi aquatic species and she wondered if he would enjoy hanging out on any of the beaches on Earth if he was real. Since there weren't very many people at the beach yet (Y/n) rushed to the little hidden cove she found that no one else seemed to know about, and even though it was hidden behind a bunch of thick bushes and trees she found it by accident one day and it was her favorite place on the beach ever since. On the way to the cove she breathed in, smelling the various scents wafting through the warm beach air while listening to the quiet crunch of the sand under her sandals. The sound of seagulls echoed in the distance, probably because they were fighting over some food somebody dropped on the ground.

"It's nice to finally be back." (Y/n) whispered to herself once she made it to her destination, making sure no one was looking when she slipped past the first bush.

No one was watching her, although there was someone laying on the sand in the secret cove only she knew about; she couldn't see him at first but she was in for a big surprise when she saw who it was. (Y/n) slipped past the bushes and trees, making sure not to accidentally get caught on any of the branches since she didn't want to get scratched. When she made it past the wall of wild plants she didn't notice the man laying on the sand near one of the rocky cliffs right away; the clouds she saw earlier had actually been a portal and a certain blue paladin had fallen through, but (Y/n) didn't know that which meant she was in for the surprise of a lifetime. (Y/n) stopped in her tracks when she finally laid eyes on what looked like a man in familiar clothes laying unconscious on the sand, she was the only person who knew about the cove and seeing someone laying on the sand made her heart pound. She probably should have just turned around and walked away, but she found herself slowly approaching the man, ready to help him.

As she approached the unconscious man her eyes widened when she saw what he was wearing and what color his skin was, not to mention he had fin-like appendages on his head and two familiar pink feelers; the man wasn't just anyone, it was Blaytz. (Y/n) shook her head a little and pinched herself to make sure that she wasn't dreaming; she wasn't, of course, which meant Blaytz had somehow been transported to the real world and she wondered if the clouds she saw earlier had anything to do with his sudden appearance. She put her beach bag and cooler down as soon as she knelt by Blaytz' side, admiring how perfectly smooth his blue and white skin looked even though he looked a little dry. Seeing a real live alien was like a dream come true for her, especially since said alien just so happened to be Blaytz, the man she wished that she could meet. She nearly jumped out of her skin when he let out a quiet groan and cracked his eyes open for a second, a clear sign that he was still alive.

"I don't know if you're conscious enough to understand me or not, but I'm going to help you." (Y/n) spoke quietly while checking him for any injuries, noticing the bruise on the right side of his head and a few small cuts on his bare arms.

She knew he probably got injured after falling from the portal and he needed help before someone else found him or he died, she wasn't about to let her favorite paladin perish on a beach in a reality he'd never been in before. Obviously getting him to her car was going to take a while because of how big he was compared to her and because he was an alien, so she needed to come up with a plan to get him home without anyone seeing him, thankfully the very few people who were at the beach were all by the water along with the lifeguards. (Y/n) had to work quickly if she was going to take him to her car before any more people showed up; it took a few minutes of hard thinking and strategic planning but she finally figured something out. Getting Blaytz home was one thing, although explaining everything to him would be another and she hoped that he would be okay since she didn't want him to panic after he eventually woke up. It was a good thing she had a spare bedroom at home, otherwise she would have been sleeping on the couch in her living room for the rest of her life so Blaytz could have her bedroom.

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It was a miracle that she got Blaytz home, but she did it and as soon as she laid him comfortably on her living room floor she could finally rest. (Y/n) didn't mind that she had to miss out on her beach day, rescuing Blaytz was worth it and she could barely wait for him to wake up. She made sure to lay his head on a big pillow and she had an ice pack waiting in her freezer for when he woke up because she knew his head would definitely be sore. (Y/n) didn't know if he could handle human painkillers or not, so he would have to wait through his headache with the aid of the ice pack she had and hope that he didn't have a very bad concussion. After eating a simple dinner and putting the second helping in her refrigerator she walked into her living room to check on Blaytz, a feeling of relief sweeping through her when she saw that he was beginning to wake up. Blaytz, on the other hand, felt extremely confused when he woke up and found himself in a strange room; the last thing he remembered was Haggar sending him through a portal, so he wasn't sure exactly what was going on and where he got sent to.

"I- I see that you finally woke up… H-how are you feeling?" (Y/n) hesitantly asked Blaytz whilst slowly walking towards him, not wanting to accidentally startle the nalquodi man.

"Who are you? And where am I?" Blaytz inquired when (Y/n) made herself known, noticing her for the first time; she kind of looked like an altean, but she wore strange clothes and she didn't have pointy ears or markings on her face, it made him wonder if she had some kind of strange genetic condition or not.

"I'm (Y/n), and you're in my living room." (Y/n) answered, introducing herself prior to sitting a couple of feet away from him, facing her houseguest so they could look at each other.

"How did I get here? The last thing I remember is getting pushed through a portal, everything else is blank after that." Blaytz queried with confusion; he just barely remembered getting pushed through a strange portal by Haggar, unfortunately after that he had a huge gap in his memory.

(Y/n) didn't entirely know how he got to the real world, so she decided to tell Blaytz how she found him and how she skillfully brought him home without fangirling. She could definitely feel her heart pounding in her chest while she spoke to him, still hardly able to believe that he was actually sitting with her in her living room, it was almost too good to be true. Blaytz just sat there and listened to everything (Y/n) told him, trying to process everything that had happened and how he was officially trapped in another reality where everything he knew was nothing more than an animated show; it wasn't exactly the worst thing that could have happened to him, although life would be a lot more difficult because no one in (Y/n's) reality knew the existence of aliens and he could possibly be in danger if the government found out about him. After (Y/n) finished speaking they were quiet for a few moments, both of them needing a little time to process their situation. Blaytz looked at her every few minutes; she looked like a good person and she didn't seem to be hiding anything from him, so he decided that he could trust her.

"Would you like something to eat and drink?" (Y/n) asked him out of the blue, breaking the silence when she remembered that it had probably been a while since he'd had anything to eat or drink.

"Yes, please." Blaytz replied with a simple answer; he felt hungry and thirsty, plus he didn't want to seem rude by refusing food and water when she offered them to him.

(Y/n) beamed at him before she stood up and walked back to her kitchen, deciding to get a cup of water and some fruit from her fridge to feed him. Obviously the simple snack wasn't worthy of someone like Blaytz, although he was humble for someone of his social status as the king of his homeworld and she knew he would be grateful to have something to eat and drink. She could still hardly believe that Blaytz was in her home; on the outside she appeared calm, but on the inside she was fangirling like crazy because, not only was he a paladin of Voltron, but she had a huge crush on him. While (Y/n) was busy in the kitchen Blaytz patiently waited for her, feeling his stomach rumbling just from the mere thought of something delicious to eat. He honestly wasn't sure what fate had in store for him for the future, so he decided to just focus on the present since he didn't want to overwhelm himself; besides, he already made a friend which meant he would be safe.

#Blaytz #VLD Blaytz #Blaytz x Reader Scenario #Blaytz x Reader #VLD #King Blaytz #Voltron #Original Blue Paladin #Original Paladins #Blue Paladin #Voltron AU Where Everybody Lives #Voltron Legendary Defender #Scenario #SFW Scenario #SFW #First Meeting

[fractalcloning]

Emergency Transport - AU - Open Starter

Today was not going great.

The ship pursuing theirs was fast, nimble, and absurdly well-armed. Their ship wasn't designed for any sort of open combat, it wasn't fast, not like their pursuers' was. Their only saving grace was that their pursuers clearly wanted to take them alive if possible.

Why?

Neither of them knew and, honestly, they weren't eager to ask.

Their engines were out, their solar sails blown to shreds, the hull was breached, and they were utterly entangled in grappling lines. They were like a moth caught by a spider, paralyzed and being rapidly cocooned.

Dahj sent out a distress call while Soji grabbed the nearest weapon-adjacent thing she could find. They didn't carry phasers, disruptors, nothing projectile at all--they weren't warriors. They had orchids and some star-charts. There was a large spanner in the first toolkit Soji opened. That was probably the closest thing they had to an honest-to-god weapon and she immediately snatched it up. The floor lurched and Soji went to stand alongside the sealed doors to the bridge.

The ship lurched again, rocked violently and nearly threw both of them to the ground. There was a hideous squeal of tearing metal as part of the hull was sheered free. They could feel the deck plating shake as a dozen--oh, god a dozen--boots came thundering onboard. They were being boarded and were venting all their air into space.

Soji moved to the controls by the doors and tried to drop the emergency bulkheads, behind her Dahj frantically typed commands into the main computer, tried to get help, to raise shields, anything. Alarms were going off everywhere and the boots were getting closer.

Dahj found someone on long range. The scanners on this ship far outstripped the military vessel attacking them, they probably outstripped the vessel they'd detected. But even if they were the only ones who knew, they found them. Someone was out there in the black.

Whoever they were, they were too far out to detect more than their warp signature, even with the Hrai Yan's impressive scanners. They were definitely too far out to save them before the compartment was breached and they were captured. The ship rocked again as another piece of hull was sheered free. The power flickered off and came back on--they could use the trajector to get there, but they only had a few seconds.

The doors groaned as the boarding party arrived on the other side of them. There was a heavy thunk and something jammed between the doors, into the seal. They were forced open just as Dahj was entering the final coordinates. As the seal parted, the air began to vent out in a violent torrent. Everything that wasn't fixed down was thrown into chaos as the chamber decompressed.

Soji managed to kill the first one of their assailants who came through the door--her spanner shattered his ev-helmet and caved his skull. He was sucked back into the vacuum with their charts, their orchids, their air.

The next man through the door struck her before she could draw back and ready her weapon again. His pry-bar hit her hard, cracked against her ribs with all the force he could muster, if there had been a bit more air she'd have cried out as she reeled back. He caught her by the wrist, twisted her arm to try and get the spanner from her-- There was a sudden, sickening lurch as the trajector hooked both her and her attacker and threw both of them through space.

It wasn't a massive jump, not by the trajector's standards, only a few lightyears. Unfortunately, with the ship's power fluctuating, it was more of a hail-mary than an actual, targeted attempt. Dahj had aimed for their bridge but they were moving at warp and the Hrai Yan was in pieces when she locked on.

Dahj missed.

Soji and her black clad assailant materialized on a lower deck, but thankfully didn't materialize inside anything. They were traveling with inertia opposite of the ship they'd just appeared in which, at warp, was a huge problem. The ship they'd landed in had its warp bubble shattered instantly and fell out of warp into a tumble. It slid on all three axis like tires losing traction on ice. The crew in the room were thrown to the ground, which at least put them out of harms way as Soji and her black-clad attacker solidified mid-air.

They were moving fast and crashed through a glass room partition--on the other side was a heavy metal table, bolted down, and Soji's back hit right against the edge. What air was left in Soji's lungs was forced out on impact--her vision spotted over and she had no time to draw a breath at all. She broke her assailant's fall, absorbing his impact against the table, and spared him the need to recover. He got his feet under him and Soji immediately had ev-gloved hands around her neck, crushing her with all the force they could muster.

They struggled violently--he dug fingers into her throat, tried to suffocate her or block the blood to her brain. Soji thrashed but couldn't land a blow--she gripped at the arms holding her but the suit was reinforced with an energy field. Even her strength couldn't crush his wrists and force him to let go. She panicked, gaping like a fish out of water, her vision going dark as the seconds passed, until she grabbed the edge of the table. She gripped it hard, hauled them off of it and, in the process, swept a wide array of glass and machinery from the tabletop.

A science lab?

Soji didn't have a lot of time to figure that out, occupied as she was. When they tumbled to the ground, Soji was finally able to find purchase, to brace herself against something. The first moment she could, she kicked her assailant square in the chest. His suit's reinforcements flashed as she did, prevented her from putting her foot through his sternum, but he couldn't hold on to her. He was thrown back and hit the far wall hard enough to dent the bulkhead.

She sucked down a deep, gasping breath as his hands came free and struggled to her feet. Her vision was floating, she was lightheaded from the extended lack of air-- She didn't know where her weapon was--well, her tool--she needed something but what--

Her attacker recovered while she was still trying to catch her breath. He didn't hesitate and the moment he had his feet under him, he pulled his disruptor and fired. The energy shot hit Soji in the stomach like a physical blow. It tore straight through her and struck the wall behind her. The shot scorched the bulkhead black as it burst apart into a spray of green sparks.

Soji twisted, swayed with the impact, but ultimately remained standing. Her mouth hung open in some combination of mute shock and desperate gaping for air. Everything seemed to stop in that moment.

Absently, she remembered that you should put pressure on stomach wounds until help arrives. She--that was important--her hand felt odd, like it wasn't her own, but she moved it and tried to put pressure on the wound.

But she couldn't...there was a hole. All her fingers found was a vacant space, a space larger than the span of her hand. There was nothing there to put pressure on.

There was so much blood.

The disruptor whined as it charged a second shot and Soji stumbled. It was about then that the doors to the lab opened--

#we are all cartographers adrift among the stars #AU #cw violence #Open starter #star trek RP #Star trek roleplay #I'm so mad I deleted this on accident.