Requested by the ever-lovely The Spookster aka Flygonnie. This one honestly could've been twenty times angstier, but it seems like all my things lately are way to angsty, so I went with this instead.

Request details at the end.

Let's get this show on the road!

ConjunctionShipping: "Please don't do this."

She clenched her fists and grit her teeth and turned the other cheek.

It wasn't easy. Mars was infamous for having a short fuse, and yet people always seemed eager to taunt her at every opportunity. At first, she had thought that the world just worked that way, but Saturn, in a fit of concern, had told her rather solemnly that this was a problem unique to her, and she couldn't for the life of her understand why.

She used to explode at the slightest provocation. When Jupiter gloated about her latest victory and wasted no time in reminding Mars of her latest failure, she used to immediately charge forward and slug Jupiter in her smug little face. When Cyrus berated her for something inconsequential and seemed utterly oblivious to any wrongdoings of Saturn's, she used to raise her voice as much as necessary to make sure the Boss was fair, even if he was, well, her boss. But now, there was something holding her back.

After every snide comment, after ever whisper pegging her as the weakest link of the Team Galactic Commanders, after every giggle when she strode through the halls after having been beaten by a ten-year-old kid, she clenched her fists and grit her teeth and prepared to give those lousy grunts a piece of her mind–

And Saturn's hand would land lightly on her shoulder, not holding her back but instead urging her to think. "Please don't do this," he would whisper pleadingly, and all the anger would sap from her body, turning into a deep-seated weariness.

So she clenched her fists and grit her teeth and turned the other cheek.

And – lo and behold – the mockery stopped. Part of it probably had to do with her sudden influx of strength, putting her on the same level as Jupiter if not a bit higher. But most of it had to do with the fact that trying to rile her up was no longer as rewarding.

The next time he put his hand on her shoulder and whispered "Please don't do this," she was leaving Team Galactic HQ after Cyrus' inevitable defeat. There was not a shred of indecision in her mind when she whirled around, grabbed the front of his shirt, and kissed him.

As he stood there, stunned, she grinned slyly up at him and muttered, "How about I do this instead?"

His only response was some vaguely happy sound as he dragged her into a hug.

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