An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 3/3
Fandom: Star Wars: The Clone Wars (2008) - All Media Types, Star Wars: The Bad Batch (Cartoon), Star Wars - All Media Types
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Relationships: CC-2224 | Cody/CT-9901 | Hunter
Characters: CT-9901 | Hunter, CC-2224 | Cody, CT-9902 | Tech, CT-9904 | Crosshair, CT-9903 | Wrecker
Additional Tags: Top Hunter Week 2025 (Star Wars), Top Hunter Week, Top CT-9901 | Hunter, cloneship, Fluff, Implied Sexual Content, Soulmate AU, TCW Era, Minor CT-9904 | Crosshair/CT-9902 | Tech, CodHunt
Series: Part 3 of Top Hunter Week 2025
Summary: Hunter, has a huge big crush on… Commander Cody.
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Guess this turned out to be more of a top Cody?
Day three prompts for Top Hunter Week 2025 event: SOULMATES | FIRST TIME | GENTLE/TENDER/SLOW SEX
Warnings: Tooth Rotting Fluff, Mentions of Smut (because I'm a whore), Swearing
Falling in love was hard. It was scary, feeling worried over someone who wasn't himself. Every time you'd leave to do something, he'd always trail close behind you to make sure you were safe.
He didn't like it.
Dabi was never someone who believed in love, he thought it was only a thing of movies and fairytales, that love was something fleeting, something that didn't last.
That was, until he met you.
You had this way about you, that made him feel things. You were smart, crafty even, and your laugh was something he loved listening to.
That's when he knew he was in trouble.
So, he did the only thing he knew how to do.
He fucked his feelings away.
He figured if he felt this way it was just because he wanted something from you. Of course, intimacy wasn't easy for him, but this wasn't intimacy, this was just two people fucking.
But when he looked down at you, and the way your face twisted in pleasure, he knew this was a massive mistake. Your breathy moans in his ear, the way you gripped at the sheets and clawed at his back. The way you whined and begged for him. This was not the right course of action.
But, that didn't stop him.
He knew he should've pulled back, he should've abandoned ship as soon as he felt these feelings, but he couldn't help it. He liked the way you made him feel when you sat next to him. He liked the way you made him feel when you'd defend him against the playful jabs the others would make. He liked the way you made him feel when you cuddled into him at night, while he was keeping your bed warm.
He was in way too deep to back out now.
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He knew he was fucked when you were in pain, and he couldn't do much to help. All he did was sit with you, rubbing your back as you cried and whined in pain. Offering to use his heat to alleviate at least a little bit of that gnawing irritation. When you eventually fell asleep, exhausted, your head on his lap, your face stained with tears, he couldn't help but let it out.
"You ruined everything, you know... It was going so well before you came along and threw a wrench into my plans..."
He sighed, rubbing his hand down his face before he put his hand on your head, gently petting your hair.
"I don't know for sure... And I'm sure as shit you don't know... But I think I love you...."
He chuckled softly, but stopped when you adjusted slightly, curling in on yourself and whining in your sleep. Seemed like the pain was still bothering you...
"I really do love you, you idiot.... You really made me feel all that sappy shit I never wanted to feel... The worst part, is that I like it. You're a light in my life, you know... My little piece of heaven.... I don't want to let you go, or let you get hurt... Which is rich, 'cus we're fucking villains...."
He gently moved a strand of hair away from your face, before he let out a sigh.
"Fuck...."
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The next day, he was more tense than usual. That much, anyone could see, and it worried you. But, nothing in your routine changed. You sat next to him, smiled at him, and acted as if he didn't spill his guts to you the night prior. Sure, you were asleep, but it had to be obvious, right?
It was late now, and you two were on your way back from a convenient store, when you stopped suddenly.
"Hey, Dabi, are you... Are you mad at me or something?"
He could almost laugh, because he knew he could never be mad at you.
"No."
"Okay.... You've just been really short with me today, and I was worried-"
"You worry too much. Let's get back, I'm sure all this walking isn't good for-"
"Dabi."
He stopped in his tracks, now a few feet ahead of you. He didn't turn back to look at you.
"What are we...?"
He didn't want to do this.
Not here, not now, not ever.
He was fine whispering his feelings into the night, but he didn't know how to actually tell them to you.
"Because I.... I really like you."
He lifted his head, turning back to you slightly. He still hadn't said anything. What could he say when his heart was clenching and his mind was blank, unable to process the pure euphoria he felt, knowing you felt the same?
"I know it's kinda stupid, falling for a villain, but... You're sweet to me. I like how you make me feel and... I'd like to be something to you, rather than just a body, y'know?"
You were looking at the ground beneath your feet, not even seeing how he turned back to you and swiftly walked up on you, pulling you into him. He was sure you weren't expecting this, and frankly neither was he.
But it was better to rip off the bandaid quickly, than to do it slow.
He never liked it slow anyway.
"You were never just a body to me."
He spoke softly, you could feel the rumble in his chest as he held you against him. You wanted to look at him, he could tell, but he couldn't look at you right now.
Not yet, anyway.
"I think... I think I knew when I first made you laugh... And it just got worse from there..."
He laughed, before he loosened his hold on you, looking down. Looking you in the eyes.
"I'm.... Scared... Because I don't want to lose you. I never want to hurt you or see you get hurt, and I'm scared as hell that someday it'll happen... And there's nothing I'll be able to do..."
You opened your mouth to talk, before he shook his head, looking down.
"I'm not done doll, just.... Just be patient...."
He took a shaky breath, and if he wasn't spilling his guts to you now, you'd be terrified he was in pain or something.
"I think I'm in love with you..."
He felt you jump, making him smile softly before looking you in the eyes again.
"I don't think- I know.
I'm in love with you.
You're my everything, and I never want to lose you. You make me feel things, and as corny as it sounds, I fucking love it. You're my little piece of heaven.... And you're mine..."
He put his forehead against yours, and he could see the stars reflected in your teary eyes. The smile on your face, he wanted to remember it forever.
When you kissed him, he felt like he was finally whole.
He had you, and he knew didn't need anything else.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Word count: 18,971
Chapters: 11/11
Fandom: Sherlock (TV)
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Sherlock Holmes/John Watson
Characters: Sherlock Holmes, John Watson
Additional Tags: Set after S3:E1 but there is no Mary, Positively No Mary, Fluff, Frottage, Boys Kissing, The whole thing is just sex, PWP, alternating pov, S3 fix it of sorts, Oral Sex, Anal Sex, Anal Fingering, Rimming, Shower Sex, They are so in love, Drunk Sex, Penis Measuring, John's is big, So is Sherlock's, Jealous John, Hand Jobs, Topping from the Bottom, Switching, Some angst, Domestic Fluff, A sort of proposal
Summary:
Our favorite idiots in love, John and Sherlock, shag like rabbits on every surface of 221B.
Rec: If you’re looking for a fic to make you happy, here it is. Does what it says on the tin. With gusto.
I adore your fics!! So excited for your book <3 Prompt for Bellarke celebration: Bellamy is a hairdresser and Clarke is the type of person who gets haircut to be Dramatic after breakups and other disasters. Thank you!!!!
If he’s being honest with himself, Bellamy has to admit that he’s least partly responsible for what’s been going on with Clarke.
Fine, maybe entirely responsible, considering he’s the one enabling her.
Still, he startles a little when she barges into his apartment, bottle of vodka in hand and a 7-11 bag in the other.
“Fuck,” he swears, zeroing in on the boxes of dye that are visible through the see-through bag. “What happened?”
“I got into a fight with my mom.” She sniffs, her knees wobbling dangerously before she plops down on his lap, sinking her head against his shoulder.
His arm goes around her- instinctive at this point- keeping her steady. “What happened?”
She peeks up at him from between her lashes at that, teeth snagging against her bottom lip nervously before she goes, “I was thinking about telling you while you worked on my hair.”
He groans, reaching over to twist a lock between his fingers. She had opted for pink, the last time, and the ends are now faded out to a cotton candy shade which he loves. “Clarke.”
“What? I was thinking blue this time. Blue would be nice.”
“I shouldn’t be encouraging this,” he grumbles, lifting her in his arms carefully before setting her down on the sofa. “You should be engaging in your other vices, like drinking and eating a obnoxious amount of french fries.”
The look she shoots him is distinctly puppylike; wide-eyed and pleading coupled with a little head tilt. He’s a goner even before she throws in a soft, “Please?”
Huffing, he starts unpacking the items in the bag, flipping her off when she begins to cheer raucously.
Look, in hindsight, Bellamy should have really thought this through. But to be entirely fair, he didn’t think that a single haircut during Clarke’s post-Lexa-breakup-phase would lead to this becoming a frequent occurrence of sorts. Prior to this, she would drown her sorrows in peach schnapps and a Netflix marathon. Now, she just comes over and insists that he help in whatever new scheme she has to change up her look, whether it involves putting colored streaks in her hair or accompanying her to get her nose pierced. He’s not sure if it’s a coping mechanism or just a distraction, at this point, but he prefers it to her getting wasted anyway.
Plus, she always comes to him for this, which he really likes. It’s one of those things about being hopelessly in love with your best friend: you take whatever you can get, even if that means that you have to spend hours inhaling toxic fumes.
“Raven is going to kill me for this,” he reminds her, snapping on a pair of latex gloves while she sways in place, practically vibrating with excitement. “She thinks I indulge you too much.”
“You do,” she agrees, giggling when he sinks his hands into her hair, spreading the dye evenly. “But that’s why I love you.”
His heart gives a little twinge at that, and he has to bite at the inside of his cheek to keep from responding. It’s mostly the offhanded, throwaway comments like this that gets to him, really, because it’s a struggle not to think about her saying it in another context. He should probably tell her all this, one day, but the thought of losing her friendship makes him go cold.
He tunes back in when she starts telling him about the argument she had with Abby- predictably, about her latest decision to go to art school instead of majoring in medicine like she had always planned to. It’s nothing new or unexpected of Abby (at least, that’s how he feels) and he tells her as much, twisting the colored strands up into a knot before flopping down onto the sofa next to her.
“Does it look good?” she asks, and he slaps her hand away when she reaches up to poke at it. “You know, it’s really unprofessional of you to do this without a mirror.”
“Go to a salon and get it done for ninety bucks then,” he retorts, yelping when her fingers dart over to tickle at his ribs. “Hey. Cut it out.”
That pulls a laugh out of her, the sound bright. “God, you’re such a baby.”
“You’re the—” he nearly falls off the sofa when he feels hands against his hip, tickling mercilessly, and he lunges over to grab at her wrists before she can do anymore damage. “You’re such a brat.”
“Sure,” she goes, easy, close enough that he can smell the alcohol on her breath, her chest heaving against his as she gives another giggle. He swallows, and it takes almost all of his willpower not to shiver at her proximity, the way her gaze dips down to his mouth and lingers, like she’s curious about him.
“What?” he manages, hating the hoarseness of his voice.
She tilts forward at that, only a hair’s breadth away from him, and he closes his eyes when he feels her slide her hand up to his jaw because holy shit, Clarke Griffin wants to kiss him—
The sudden thrill of an alarm makes him jump, with her pulling away at the exact moment. For a second, he can only stare in a dazed sort of silence, before the blue splatters on the towel slung around her shoulders reminds him what it’s there for.
“You should,” he gestures at the still-ringing alarm, rubbing at his face. “Go wash that out.”
“Yup.” She mumbles, strangely red in the face. “I’ll just— I’ll be back.”
“Yeah.”
He buries his face in his hands after she goes, groaning.
The rest of the night passes by without any of the strange tension from before, thankfully, and he’s positive that things are back to normal by the time he drops her off at her apartment. Bellamy’s just going to chalk it up to a terrible, booze-fuelled, almost incident that he’s just… not going to think about. It’s better for his health, really. They can just forget that it ever happened.
Well, until she turns up on his doorstep the next day with blazing red hair instead of blue.
He stares, tightening his grip on the door knob. “What the fuck?”
“I did it myself,” she hastens to point out, wringing her fingers together. “It was, uhm. A real bitch to cover up, but. Yeah.”
“Pray tell, why?”
She takes a shuddering breath, drawing closer. “Because I do this every time something big or disastrous happens in my life.” Then, shooting him a weak smile, she adds, “It’s kind of a tradition, at this point.”
“Yeah, but,” he crosses his arms over his chest, frowning. “Wait. So something else happened last night?”
Another step, until they’re practically standing chest-to-chest. He tries not to get distracted by the way her tongue darts out to wet her lips, her arms coming around the back of his neck.
“Uh, just a life-altering revelation.” She breathes, giving a small laugh. “That I’ve been in love with you, all this time, and—”
He twists his fingers into her hair to kiss her then, laughing into her mouth, hands going to her hips and lifting her so she can rain kisses against his cheek, the corner of her jaw.
“I can’t believe you dyed your hair all over again just to make a point,” he gets out, slamming the door shut behind them. “You’re such a drama queen.”
“Far be it for me to break tradition,” she goes, prim, breaking out into a dizzying smile as she leans up to kiss him again. “So, I take it the feeling is mutual, right?”
“Depends on if you’re going to bleach your hair again if I tell you yes.”
(She doesn’t, though she does dye it purple after he tells her he loves her. It’s pretty fucking grand.)
Chapter Summary: Patton and Janus have a good laugh about Remus and Logan's situation, while being very sappy.
Here’s some good, sweet mociet and apparently a bit of plot with Patton I hadn't even intended on including. Remus and Logan are very stupid with love but it’s all good. Comments and reblogs are really appreciated. Have a good day/night!
Word Count: 2,310
ao3 link
Link to previous story in the series: When is Enough Enough?
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“Remind me why we agreed to this again?” Janus asked, his tone bitter. Patton, ever-the-optimist, took Janus’s hands in his own and squeezed tight.
“Because,” he said, his voice bright and chipper, “Remus and Logan are our friends and they’ve asked for our help.”
“Yes, well,” Janus struggled for a moment to recollect his thoughts much the way he usually did when Patton was holding his hand, “They asked for our help separately, so they can each buy engagement rings for each other.” Patton giggled at the absurdity of the situation they’d been thrust into.
“Exactly.”
“Patton, darling, surely you see the humor in all this?”
“Well, sure I do!” Patton admitted, “It’s a little silly to think about, but it’s also kinda sweet, right?” He asked, letting go of Janus’s hands and grabbing his coffee mug – the one with cats and dogs on it Janus had bought for him some time ago – and took a long sip.
“I suppose,” Janus said dryly, “Even so, it’s more than a little surprising. I never pegged Remus as the settle down-type in, well, any of the time I’ve known him. And I’d never expected such boldness from Logan. Truly, those two continue to baffle me.”
“Maybe it’s a little surprising,” Patton said, sitting down at the kitchen table as Janus sat at the chair across from him, “But they make each other so gosh darn happy. They’re good for each other, Jan.”
“I never said they weren’t,” Janus defended lightly.
“I know you didn’t, sweetie pie. I’m just saying, we need to do this for them. We owe them that much.” Janus groaned softly, displeased with how much impact a well-placed term of endearment had on him.
“You’re right,” he conceded, “Of course you’re right. Even so, I can’t help but think this is a hair-brained scheme that’s destined for disaster.”
“Oh, don’t be such a sour puss,” Patton chided, “Though, if that was what was to happen, would you be surprised?”
“No, I suppose not,” Janus admitted, taking a sip of his coffee before settling into some form of acceptance, “If you’d be so kind, could you remind me of the plan again?”
“If anyone asks, Logan and I are going to lunch together today while Remus is buying his engagement ring for Logan. Late, you and Remus are going to have a chat at our place while Logan buys his engagement ring for Remus.” Janus raised an eyebrow, already feeling an oncoming headache.
“So, you’re telling me neither of us will be seeing either of them today? We’re their cover-story?”
“Exactly,” Patton said, “In case they ask each other where they’ve been, they’ll say they were spending time with us separately and we’ll vouch for them.”
“And I suppose you’re alright with a lie in the name of love, but not when it benefits me?” Janus asked, his voice teasing. Patton swatted him across the table.
“Janny, lying about being sick so you could avoid a lunch date with my parents is a different story entirely!”
“I don’t know about entirely…” he grumbled irritably, but then Patton took his hand from under the table, the warm contact distracting him from his bitterness.
“They like you fine, sweetheart,” he assured in the same way he’d done countless times before, “And even if they didn’t, it wouldn’t matter because I love you.”
They’d had this conversation before and likely, they’d have it again. Patton’s parents were, to put it lightly, leaning more on the conservative spectrum. When Patton had come out as gay in his late teens their reactions had not been what he’d hoped for. At the time, there had been talk about possible disownment – Patton’s heart still clenched when he thought about it, how desperate he’d been, how desperate he still was sometimes. But with time, they’d come around, at least a little bit more.
If you asked Janus, he’d say that Patton would be better off without them. His parents were holding him back, it seemed so obvious, but it wasn’t Janus’s place to make that decision for his boyfriend, no matter how much he wanted to. He’d be there for him no matter what, even if that meant spending time with Mr. and Mrs. Hart – though that didn’t mean he’d do so without a complaint or two. It was obvious they despised Janus, but if they still made Patton even the least bit happy, then he’d stand by.
“I love you too,” he said, squeezing Patton’s hand.
“You know I don’t like lying if I can help it,” Patton pointed out.
Janus knew that well. It wasn’t as though Janus was advising he lie about absolutely everything, however, there were moments where a lie or two was necessary. Janus blamed a lot of Patton’s black-and-white thinking on his upbringing – though it took very little for him to want to push the blame onto Patton’s folks – he’d been able to break out of it a lot more recently. Janus was proud of how much of the strict way of thinking his boyfriend was questioning, but that didn’t negate from the fact that Patton still despised lying for the most part.
“I know you don’t, Angel.”
“But this is for a good cause,” he insisted, “Those boys love each other so much and if this is how they’re going about things, then we should help.”
“Such a good heart,” Janus said sweetly, looking at his boyfriend with utter admiration, that is to say, how he looked at him most of the time, “What’s a sweetheart like you doing with a guy like me, hm?”
“Don’t talk like that, Jan,” Patton said in a tone that reminded Janus heavily of a time where his boyfriend had threatened to “physically fight” Virgil when he said something negative about himself, “You’re wonderful.”
It was strange looking back on a time when he and Patton had not gotten along very much at all. It hadn’t helped that Janus and Virgil had before their being together been in a relationship that had faced a rather tempestuous end. Janus had a reputation of lying, one that at the time was not entirely untrue, so Patton had wearily kept his distance.
But eventually, when things were smoothed over with Virgil for the most part and he found himself a comfortable spot in the friend group, Patton’s walls had begun to come down. With time, Janus found feelings emerging, feelings he didn’t comprehend could be reciprocated, but to his utter surprise, they were.
Just as Janus had taught Patton that lying wasn’t altogether sinful, Patton had stopped Janus from fibbing as frequently. They helped each other, they made each other better, and neither man could be happier.
Being in such a loving long-term relationship with him, Janus still found himself giving into self-doubt from time to time. He by no means believed his boyfriend to be perfect; that would be an incredibly unhealthy outlook on a partner. However, Janus found the good in Patton far easier than he did in himself. He didn’t think of himself as a bad man, per say, he was always trying to be better, always doing what he could to be a person Patton would be proud to call his, but he had his moments where he needed a gentle reminder of his worth, just as Patton needed the same from him from time to time. And they were always there to give that to each other.
“Patton, darling?”
“Yeah?”
“Do you promise you’ll be able to lie, should the need arise?” Patton worried his bottom lip, the look in his eyes indicating that no, he most likely would not be able to do so, at least not with any sort of guarantee.
“…yes?” A sigh rolled past Janus’s lips. The hesitance didn’t do wonders for his case, that was for sure.
“Patton, if you’ve committed to this you’ll have to do it if they ask about the other’s warbots.”
“I can do it! I – I promise,” Patton said with a touch too much enthusiasm for it to sound confident. Janus quirked an eyebrow. “Or… at least I’ll try my hardest,” he said, softer. Janus smiled.
“That’s all I can ask for, my love,” he said, praying Patton wouldn’t be asked any tough questions by their friends.
While he was no longer as averse to lying as he had been in the best, that didn’t negate the fact that Patton was absolutely terrible at it. When Patton had first brought up the plan that he’d be lying on Logan’s account he’d been worried; and then Remus had called, asking Janus to lie for him as well because of course, they were buying their engagement rings on the same day! Janus was sure he was going to have a brain aneurism if it turned out they were buying from the same jewelry store and ran into each other, but he really wouldn’t put it past those two. Even so, Patton had insisted that he could handle it and that, moreover, he’d made a commitment to a friend and he was sticking to it.
The couple spent the rest of the morning speaking of the fact that soon their friends would be engaged. It was more than a little to process, considering Logan’s reputation for intelligence as well as the fact that Janus knew damn well Remus was no idiot. Sure, he said stupid things quite often and acted impulsively, but to know they were both individuals who for the most part were rational, smart adults made the predicament all the more amusing. Sometimes it seemed like the pair had only one brain cell shared between them, and even then, it was reserved mostly for love and love alone.
Janus couldn’t say he was entirely shocked by the state of his friends, considering how he’d endeared himself to Patton and fallen for each and every one of his charms. There had been and would continue to be many a moment in which Janus was helpless to Patton making stupid puns or swiping a dollop of cookie dough over his nose, or him stealing all of the covers in the night, leaving Janus clinging to him for warmth as if he wouldn’t be doing the very same thing either way. Logan and Remus had gone soft for each other, but who was he to judge? After all, he’d lost his edge the moment he caught Patton’s eye.
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Remus nearly shrieked in surprise when he came home to find that Logan had already gotten there before him. he’d anticipated having some time to himself to pace the jitters out, peak at the ring a few dozen more times, and memorize his speech a bit more, but it seemed that wasn’t in the cards.
“Hello, dear,” Logan had greeted from his spot at the table, his laptop open. Remus could only assume he was grading online work from his students. “How was your visit with Janus?”
For a moment Remus almost asked, stupid as ever, “What visit with Janus?” Before his sanity caught up with him.
“It was good,” he said, hoping Logan wouldn’t press any further. He removed his shoes, walking up to Logan, who’d since shut his laptop. Remus’s arms wrapped loosely around Logan’s neck as he pressed a kiss to his neck, “How was your lunch with Patton?” He noticed if only for a moment, Logan tense under his touch.
“It was satisfactory,” he said, “though the chicken in my salad was a bit dry.” Something about the sentence seemed off, but Remus couldn’t quite place it and leaving it be seemed the best thing to do, especially in his wired headspace.
“How positively dreadful,” he said, sarcasm heavy, “however will you go on?”
“Oh I’m sure I’ll manage, somehow,” Logan met his sarcastic tone, smiling softly as he stood to embrace Remus fully, slotting their mouths together in a kiss. “I love you,” he said against Remus's lips, more passion than usual swelling in his voice, “I love you dearly. I don’t think I’ll ever tire of saying it.”
“I love you too, and I’ll never tire of hearing it,” Remus replied after he’d drug Logan into another kiss, heated and prolonged, “you fucking sap.” Logan laughed lightly.
“No more than you are, dear.”
“Whatcha wanna do for dinner tonight, Dragonfly?” Remus asked, trying to tame the pent-up energy that rattled in his skull. He had a ring in his pocket right at that moment! He was going to propose to Logan in a few days! It was all too much to process, not in a bad way, but in a, hey my heart might explode with how much love it’s full of kind of way. The thought of a heart bursting open in someone’s chest came to mind; Remus would have to write that down.
“If I’m honest, I’m feeling exceptionally lazy,” Logan admitted. A smile spread over Remus’s face.
“Takeout?”
“That sounds wonderful.”
“What’re you in the mood for, Dragonfly?”
“Whatever you’d like, love. You choose.” Oh thank god, this would give Remus a moment or two to get his thoughts in order.
“Pizza it is. Let me go call the place,” he said, quickly slinking into their bedroom. The moment the door was shut Remus was having to press a hand over his mouth to stop himself from squealing out of utter excitement. He slipped the ring box from his hoodie pocket, popping it open and admiring the stone. He’d searched the internet tirelessly for just the right ring, and he was certain he’d found it.
“I’m gonna marry the fuck out of you, Dragonfly,” he whispered aloud, sliding the box in the space under the nightstand, somewhere Logan would never find it and dialing the pizza place's number.
Little did Remus know, there was a second ring box hidden in the closet that had been put there mere minutes prior.
LOOONG (and still ongoing!) RP between me and fanfic-inator795.
This one’s an AU where Syl never left home and traveled with Wander, so headcanons abound-and Sylvia takes a while to grow into her personality.
Awesome’s ally gives him a gift-the king’s own daughter! He has no choice but to accept, but soon they start a new life together. (eventual Awesome/Sylvia/Hater polyamory)
After a while, Sylvia finally blinked awake. "mmm?" A duet of snores was the only thing that greeted her when she woke up. Well, that and two warm, muscly bodies next to her. She snuggled in closer. "Guess I can sleep a bit more..." The two smiled in their sleep, moving even closer to her. "Love you~"
They each mumbled something that sounded like "Love you too" before going back to snoring. She smiled and fell back into a soft sleep. By the time any of them woke up, it was nearly supper. Unfortunately, it was a bit of a rude awakening provided by Hater's glove-phone. "Grrr, turn that offffff...."
"...it's gotta be one of you guys...I don't have a phone..."
"Dude, Hater, I think that's yours, bro."
"Gahhhhh." Making the rock and roll sign, he answered it - and immediately flinched from the high pitched voice that came out of it.
"SIIIIIIIR!"
Sylvia cringed. "GH! Shut up Peepers..."
"Aww, ouch. Okay, that hurt..."
"Grr, what do you want, Peepers?!"
"Sir, I'm sorry but I'm putting my foot down! The ship's been docked for three days now! Either you come back here and run it, or we may have a mutiny on our hands! We ca'nt just sit here and, and not conquer planets while you hang out with Awesome and his girlfriend or hooker or, or whoever she is!"
"HOOKER?" She sat up and grabbed Hater's hand, yanking it towards her ear. "You listen here you little creep, I am NOT a prostitute, and even if I was I'd be making more money than you do!"
Both Hater and Awesome snickered at that before getting angry once more. "Yeah! And who says you're allowed to speak to our girlfriend like that?! You better step off before I come over there and show you what happens when you don't keep your mouth shut!"
"Yeah! So just shut up and hang up before I assign you to toilet cleaning duties for the next millennium!"
"Look, he'll be back! Just...consider it a vacation. Even conquerors have to have one!"
"B-But-!"
"YOU HEARD HER!" Hater yelled. "Look, you take the watchdogs out conquering, or give them shore leave, I don't care! Just leave me alone!"
"And if someone has a problem with that, I'll go personally take care of it!"
"And I'll be right behind her!" Awesome added.
"So, do we have an understanding, Commander?"
"...Yes Sir." "Good, HATER OUT!" With that, he flattened his hand, hanging up the call.
"Ugh...so ANNOYING!"
"I know, right?!"
"Ugh, I can't believe he called you a hooker! So not cool!"
"Ick, I haven't even...done it with anyone yet!"
"Hmph, maybe I'll demote him just for even saying that!" Hater growled.
"Hey, I'd say he deserves a bit of a butt kicking first." "Oh believe me, I was planning on it."
"Can I get first dibs there?"
Hater smirked. "Gladly."
"Thank you~" she kissed his cheek.
"Heh, no problem," he said, giving her a quick kiss in return (and blushing slightly)
"So...anything you want to do now?"
Awesome stomach growled slightly. "Uh, how 'bout gettin' a bite to eat?"
Her stomach rumbled too. "Ah...probably a good idea, yeah."
Hater placed a hand on his own stomach. "Yeah..."
Leaving the blanket behind and the dvd player turned off, the three headed for the kitchen. Sylvia grabbed a leftover burger from lunch and heated it up before biting into it. Awesome helped himself to some sushi from the fridge while Hater microwaved a mini pizza.
"mmm...so other than thish, you guys wanna finish the season?"
"Oh yeah, totes! The end of Book two is when it gets really good!"
"Cooool, sounds good to me."
"Sweet. Come on, we can eat in the living room."
"Sounds good to me," Hater nodded just as the microwave went off.
Sylvia snagged some of the sushi and followed them. With Handy bringing in their drinks, the trio started the dvd again - right now they were at the episode with a secret library hidden in the desert.
"Grod, it must suck not being able to see with her feet like normal.
"Yeah..." That was all Awesome could say, not wanting to give out spoilers. They continued to watch, with Syl picking at sushi but not keeping her eyes off the screen. Hater complimented Sokka on his good idea to try and find an advantage for their attack on the fire nation, but both he and Syl gasped when the Spirit Owl found out, and was determined to take his knowledge back by sinking the library.
"Glorn, that thing is freaky!"
"Yeah! Geez!" They watched as the owl chased them down, and they ended up just barely getting out alive. ...Unfortunately, while they were in there, another member of their group was kidnapped.
"Hey! Nonono, where did those guys come from?"
"They live in the desert, remember," Awesome mumbled, "Sandbenders..."
"But how did they find them? Isn't this place out in the middle of nowhere?"
"They probably followed them out there," Hater scowled, "The cowards! Waited until they had their backs turn to strike."
"Hmm..."
The Earthbender tried to fight them off, but she just couldn't see with all the sand - plus the fact that she had to keep the library from sinking. "I'm sorry Appa..."
"No...."
Just before Toph couldn't take it anymore and nearly let go, her friends flew out, and the library sank deep underground.
"That guy...he's still in there."
"Yep." "Well, he did want to read all those books. Guess it was his choice," Hater shrugged.
"Still...there's no food or anything! He'll starve to death!"
"...He pretty much knew that when he chose to stay," Awesome told her, just as Aang noticed that his bison was missing.
"But...but why would you just do that to yourself?"
"Guess he just really liked books," Hater mumbled as the episode ended on a somber note.
"That's...messed up..."
"Yeah..." The next episode left off right where the previous one ended - the four of them stranded in the desert with no Appa...
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Hater's eyes were glued to the screen, and even though he knew what would happen, Awesome didn't dare look away.
"Did...did she just-kill him?"
"I... N-No, she couldn't have!" Hater argued, "I mean, we still have another season to go, so- ...He has to be alright, right?"
"But his species can't take lightning well, right? How could he survive that?"
"...I..." Hater had no clue, and Awesome wasn't giving any spoilers. So, they could only watch.
Sylvia breathed a sigh of relief as Katara resurrected Aang with the Spirit water. Hater visibly relaxed while Awesome gave a small smile as the episode ended. "So... You guys still liking it?"
Sylvia nodded rapidly. "That was way more intense than the first season!"
"Yeah, and it just gets more intense from here!"
"What?! How could it get MORE intense?!"
"Well they still have to end the war, you know."
"Oh... Right."
"But....wow. Just...wow."
"I know, right? So... You guys wanna finish the series?"
"Maybe not tonight. i mean, we slept, but it's also been a kinda exhausting day and all..."
The emperor stretched slightly. "Yeah, I get that."
"Besides, if it's intense as you say, we need a break before we watch it," Hater added.
"So, you wanna cuddle again?"
Both conquerors smiled. "Gladly~" "With pleasure~"
She chuckled. "Let's head to bed, then."
"Yeah, okay." "Sounds good. ...You know, if I'm on 'vacation', I should have Peepers bring me some clothes."
"Probably a good idea, yeah. I'm sure we have a spare bathrobe that'll fit you, though."
"Really? Huh, I... guess I could wear that then."
"Hope you don't mind wearing white," Awesome told him as they headed upstairs.
"Would you though? I mean, I've never seen you wear anything but black and red, but..."
"Well, I don't LIKE to but, I can wear other colors," he shrugged.
"It might be neat to see that sometime." she nudged him and smiled.
He blinked. "Uh, i-if you say so."
"Yeah, wouldn't it be cool?"
He raised an eyebrow. "What's cooler than black and red?"
"I dunno, blue and white can be pretty cool." she shrugged.
"I guess..." "Purple's pretty great too, bro. And hey, if you wear some green every once in a while, it'll go with your eyes - and your powers."
"He's right! I think it would look pretty good on you."
"Grrr, but green just reminds me of Wander and that dumb hat of his! Besides, green is a spring color. Spring isnt evil!"
"I dunno, you ever had hay fever?"
"No, it's pretty much impossible for me to get sick." Though, there was the occasional cold... "But I guess I get what you mean."
"Yeah, and there's storms and all, too."
He smiled slightly. "Yeah, but I like storms." He supposed he could describe it as getting in touch with nature since he could feel the lightning in the air and the thunder calmed him, but that just sounded lame. So - "They're just cool."
"They kinda freak me out..."
"Wait, they do?"
"I don't...it's n-not like I'm scared or anything..."
"Oh, well, that's good at least... And I, I guess I could understand if you don't like them or whatever."
"There used to be a lot of thunderstorms back on my home planet..."
"Huh? Really?" Hater hadn't heard much about her home planet. so this was news to him.
"Yeah, and I was alone for most of them..."
"Oh..." "Aw, seriously?" Awesome asked, frowning.
"So it's just kinda...I get a bit freaked out, is all."
"Well, i'm sure Hatey wouldn't mind keeping you company the next time one rolls around," Awesome smiled, "and neither would I."
"...Thanks." she smiled.
"Yeah." "No problem." Reaching the shark-man's bedroom, Awesome got out the robe he had gotten a week ago in the mail and gave it to Hater. "Here."
"Oh, thanks." He slipped off his shoes before retreating to the restroom to get changed. Sylvia stopped by her room and changed into her robe, snuggling against the soft fabric. Deciding the others wouldn't mind if he got comfortable, he took his shirt off as well as his boots before putting on a clean pair of pink and teal plaid pajama pants.
Sylvia returned to the bed and sat in it. "Still can't believe everything worked out like this."
"Yeah, but I sure am glad it did," he smiled, "Honestly... It's only been a couple days but, this is pretty much the best relationship I've been in. Like, forget the sex and the party hookups, this just... feels right, ya know? I'm havin' fun with you guys, just hanging out and talking and all that stuff."
"Yeah...and it all feels complete and safe and warm and I...I didn't know I could feel this happy."
"Yeah, me neither..."
"Same here." The two looked over at the restroom, where Hater - who had heard the whole thing - just entered wearing the white robe. It looked like it fit pretty well, though it was open slightly, revealing a bit of his bare chest.
Sylvia took a moment to take him in before looking back up and smiling. "Good. We both want you to be happy, you know."
He smiled slightly. "Yeah... That's kind of a new one for me but, thanks. I, I appreciate it."
"C'mere." Sylvia held out her hand. "Let's make you feel even better."
Hater stared it for just a moment before taking it and letting himself get pulled into a group hug, immediately returning the hug. Sylvia rubbed his back and nuzzled his cheek. Awesome nuzzled his other cheek while taking one of his hands, squeezing gently. Sighing contently, Hater just closed his eyes and enjoyed the affection. Before he'd only seen it as a weakness, something he didn't need. But now... He hugged them tighter.
"Love you both, you know."
"Yeah, we love you too, Syl." "Yeah... Love you guys..."
Sylvia leaned in and gave them both a kiss on the lips. And of course, both of them kissed back, humming slightly and clearly enjoying the kiss. "Wish there was a way we could all kiss at once..."
"Heh, as good as I am at kissing, I'm pretty sure that's not possible, Syl."
"I mean....maybe if we all put our heads together?"
"Uh, I really don't think it's gonna work, Sylvia. But, like, at least we can still all hug at the same time."
"Yeah... And other stuff."
"Oh...y-yeah." she blushed.
Hater blushed as well, looking away from them. "Uh, y-yeah..."
"Hey, I'm not sayin' we have to do anything tonight, I was just reminding you guys about it."
"Yeah...I mean I wouldn't mind, I guess but...maybe when we're all energized?"
"Yeah, totes. When we're all ready for it and in the mood, I know we'll have a good time with it." He then gave a serious look. "But only when you guys are sure you're ready, kay?"
"Alright." she nodded.
"...Yeah, okay." Hater nodded as well.
"But for now we can just snuggle, right?"
"Yeah," Awesome smiled softly, "Snuggling's just fine with me." Hater gave another nod. Snuggling he could handle. She smiled and pulled them both close before laying down. Awesome wrapped an arm around her while Hater rested his head on her shoulder. She curled up, making the soft clicking sound as she started to drift off. And the others quickly followed with a slight smile on their faces.
