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helria · 1 year

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Like Clockwork - Illumi

Word count: 1612 | Link to AO3 | Contents: Mild/Non-Graphic Smut | Pairing: Illumi x Nameless Female Character (reader/oc, your choice)

Summary: Despite his line of work and less than sociable demeanor, Illumi will never fail to make time for his wife.

Excerpt: His hair cast shadows on her face from the way he leaned over her frame, giving her every single ounce of his attention as he lingered for a moment longer. “My love,” he would say to her, touching his forehead to her own. “Is there anything you'd like?”

Every evening, like clockwork, her husband would return to a clean house. There would be no food left for him on the table. No dirty dishes in the sink. He would move silently through the rooms after disposing of his tools and removing his outdoor clothes, cleaning himself of any trace of his career. He would count down every minute that he spent beneath the water before exiting the shower and drying himself off. He wouldn't bother to get dressed before returning to their bedroom with nothing but a towel around his waist.

And every evening, like clockwork, she would be waiting there for him.

Dressed in nothing but a silk robe bought with his ill-obtained fortune, hands resting lightly on her lap as she stared blankly at the clock. Knowing that he would come to her at the same time of every day. She would look over at the sound of the door closing behind him, standing without a single word and walking towards him as if under a command. Her hands would rest beside his waist. His lifted to take a light hold of her jawline, tilting her to the perfect angle for a kiss. She knew how long he would linger, which distance he would pull away, even how subtly his low eyelids would lift.

His thumb would run along her cheek, wedding band pressed against her jaw. Slowly admiring the woman before him. His gaze would lower before meeting her lips again, subtly tapping his forehead against her own as a warning before moving to someplace else. His hands gradually traveled to her hips before reaching the sash that held her clothing shut, pulling it off in one swift motion as the fabric fluttered open. He would take a look at her. Looking for any signs of doubt. She only ever returned his gaze with a resigned, silent acceptance, never once being less or more.

The two would make their way over to their vast bed as his arms wrapped around her waist. His hands traveled in such familiar patterns that she no longer felt surprised. He sat beside her as she sat against the sheets, head lowering to her shoulder to fully push the fabric off. He was always careful with undressing her no matter how many times he saw the exact same sight, patiently guiding her arms out of the loose sleeves and making sure to slide his hands along whatever was exposed. Telling her that he'd known and loved everything that he saw.

Her robe would fall against the floor with a soft sound as he gradually worked his way around her self. Their posture would steadily give way until she lay against the sheets, his body always positioned on top of hers. He would reach over for her hand without looking. It only ever rested in the same place, waiting to feel his frigid touch and loosely lace their hands together. She would gently rub her thumb against his own to show her faint reciprocation of his love. Only then would he take it as a sign to continue.

With his soft touch and tender care, she couldn't help but let herself relax beneath him. Whatever stresses she'd acquired during the day would all unravel in the night. Her thoughts would be consumed by him and him alone, cementing her as his lover for what felt like the thousandth time. He held and savored every noise that reached his ears before going to search for more. Even with such a firm routine that they found themselves following, it still held the very same amount of pleasure as always.

Her hands would twitch as if on instinct whenever their bodies reached a certain point, his head lifting to meet her gaze as she reached for his waist's towel. Tossing it aside, they shared a look of purely wordless confirmation yet again. Her hand would lift to hold his face, her lips closing for a swallow before parting to share one more kiss with him. He let her palm guide him forward until they met. As if asking for her permission, he would gently hold her side and slide his touch along her thigh until she nodded subtly.

And he would hold her hand again, feeling her tightly grip his palm until the pressure subsided. Her eyes would squeeze shut until she felt comfortable enough to let out the breath she held. He waited to see the faint glimpse of her irises once they slowly drifted open another time, head lowering to kiss her cheek as his body began to move. It never failed to earn a soft sigh from her lips. A single faint movement of air that sent a shiver down his spine.

Her thoughts would start to blur together. She was able to predict every event up to that point, each subtle movement of his hands against her skin, and yet her train of thought would always be derailed at the same point of every night. He had tailored every single one of his actions to suit her needs, taking note of her reactions as the woman he had chosen once and for all. The one that showed him what it truly meant to treasure another.

They both went into their relationship while viewing it as nothing more than a false front. An agreement between two parties for the better of them both. He never thought he could love her. She thought she knew he never would. She spent her time with him while viewing it as nothing more than a business expense, and yet after a certain point, she found herself thinking of him in her off time. Letting herself slip deeper into the depths of night. She found pleasure in the sweet love he made to her, longing for his company and enjoying when it was there.

He felt the same, in his own way. His love for her changed from something he felt obligated to say to something he meant from the bottom of his heart. He would look at her as she laid exhausted beneath him, taking a towel to wipe the sweat from her body before reaching up for her face. His palm rested against her cheek as she gazed tiredly at him, blinking unevenly until he made her eyes drift shut. She placed her hand over his knuckles and traced gently along his skin as he touched a kiss to her lips, brushing her hair behind her ear with just the tips of his fingers.

His hair cast shadows on her face from the way he leaned over her frame, giving her every single ounce of his attention as he lingered for a moment longer. My love, he would say to her, touching his forehead to her own. Is there anything you'd like?

Her answer would differ from time to time. Something to drink, a light dessert, a scented bath. He would do everything without question, however trivial or needlessly specific it was. She would smile and give him her thanks despite how he never reacted either way. Her gratitude felt unneeded, and yet, touching. A warmth would spread through his body for a reason he didn't understand. He could understand objectively the kinds of connections formed between individuals, but he had always seen himself as immune to such weaknesses. None of it ever made much sense to him.

He'd be reminded of such questions every time he looked at her. Each time she'd place a fragile arm around his waist and lean warmly against his side. Closing her eyes in a display of honest trust. He consistently judged others for their shortcomings when it came to emotionally-fueled mistakes, yet whenever he looked at her, and whenever she would fumble the same human things... He couldn't bring himself to see her in a different light at all. She would still look so perfect to him. Even more so, if he would let himself admit it. She had a strength that only came with the same vulnerabilities he never showed. Her world was different than his own. Fundamentally so. She always welcomed him inside however clueless to it he was.

Out of every request she ever gave him when he asked, his favorite of them by far was the one that came from exhaustion. You, Illumi. When she would confess her affection in such a roundabout way, smiling at the blank way he stared back at her in return before lowering to her side. Holding her against his deceptively muscular chest. She would ask questions about his day that no one else had ever bothered thinking of. She couldn't care less how succinct or eloquent he decided to be. It meant enough that he was willing to answer, the vibrations inside his chest being her favorite, familiar sound.

His heart was fainter than anyone she'd ever heard. She had been told the trait ran in his family. He would let her run through all of her questions until she trailed off to silence, sleeping soundly enough for him to leave her side without waking her. His first priority was finding clean clothes to dress the both of them in before tidying the room and fixing up the bed's blankets. Her arms would instinctively move around him as soon as he returned to her side. It made him pause without fail whenever he felt her embrace, having to tell himself that it was how she showed her affection. Those kinds of displays were more than rare in his life leading up to her.

But once he met and welcomed her into his life, they felt impossible to live without.

#maybe ooc #that's my bad #illumi #illumi zoldyck #hxh #hunter x hunter #fanfic #fanfiction #oneshot #smut #lemon #x reader #x oc #no dialogue

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grace-nakimura · 7 months

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PROMPT: Obi-Wan, Mara, lightsabers. Please???

Under the cut. Not beta'd. Not proofread. Just random.

"Now," Ben begins, adjusting the girl's posture as she holds the cylinder handle of his lightsaber in both of her hands gently, and then takes a step back and surveys her - her footwork is impeccable and once the girl isn't slouching, she's muscles seem to relax. Good. "For this first lesson, we're going to start with a few kattas, and stick with Form I."

Mara, his grandchild - and stars, is it a wonder in itself that he, the last choice and youngling who seemed to struggle more than his creche mates in the Kybuck clan, is a grandfather! - and continued belief that there is something worth fighting for in these dark times, groans. With every eye roll, with every whine, and with every shy smile or laugh his heart grows. Something blossoms in his soul that he thought to be long dead.

That small seedling survived the bitter cold while watching Luke from afar; then Leia's fire, her kindness, gave the seedling water to grow; and finding Satine, taking care of their grandchild together, makes the seed grow into the most vibrant of flowers.

He's never going to fully be Obi-Wan Kenobi ever again, nor will he ever stop mourning and loving the Order and his brother equally, but that doesn't mean he isn't him.

"None of that," he gently scolds the eight-year-old girl. The twin suns are setting and how the lights catch her golden-red hair makes it look like her name - fire. "I promised your grandmother we would start slow." A sly smile be-paints his face and, while he stands behind her and she looks forward to the sandy dunes and planes of the Jutland Wastes, he takes pride in the fact she can't see him. She's too busy glaring daggers in the distance. "I don't know about you, but I'd rather not provoke her anytime soon."

Mara turns her head and for a moment, he sees a younger, daring version of himself with that messy braid that hangs over her shoulder and her own sly smirk on her freckled-covered face. "I thought you already did?" And she's giggling. It's been months and every so often she shows nuggets of a child, or a person she's relearning to be, and even if it's at his own expense he can't help but be so proud.

Her laugh isn't his nor Satine's, so he surmises it might've been her mother's, or even Korkie's.

( And what he would give to be able to have heard his son's laugh, or to embrace him, or anything than that brief comm call before Satine and Mara landed on Tatooine. )

"She says you are end-snuff-able," insufferable, "and a mirror-ad - " myriad, " - of charisma mixed with poodoo."

He should correct her language, but all he can do is throw his head back and bark out a laugh. His shoulders shake with mirth and, yes, those are all things Satine would say, and have said, about him. There is a soft sort of pride that he feels in the force coming from Mara who, in a rare moment that isn't a smirk or a shy grin, beams at his amusement.

Love. It's the first time she really felt that way towards him. Satine, of course; he felt her love and care and loyalty to her from the first moment he met her, but for him? Uncertainty, at best, aloofness, almost a bashful wonder, but love?

I love you, too, dear one, he sends out into the Force, causing the child's ears to redden, before she looks out into the great expanse of sand and ignites his lightsaber.

"Begin!"

#answered #myfic #* mara jade is a kryze.#* meemaw & peepaw on tatooine.#that is gonna be the 'verse' or smth.

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sonicscrewdriverstantz · 23 days

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Reckless Hearts

Word Count: ~650

Summary: You take control over the arrogant John Spartan, teasing him and putting him in his place.

Pairing: John Spartan x reader

Warnings: lots of sexually suggestive humor and teasing, sub!john spartan, touch starved!john spartan, dom!reader

A/N: I'm fully aware that this is cheesy. I was trying to lean into it because the film is cheesy.

Spartan and Y/N stood in the alley, dark and dingy, water soaking the concrete from the overcast sky above.

'Kissing's not allowed? Damn, I was a good kisser.'

Spartan's gaze drifted down to Y/N, a trademark smirk playing at his lips, mischief gleaming in his eyes as he resumed his position of confidence in the flirting scene, not at all rusty, even after so long.

Y/N smiled gently, her eyes flitting between his eyes and mouth, before checking the alleyway for other human presences, paranoia of being caught and imprisoned from her social conditioning creeping in beneath her usual confidence.

Unlike others in her society, Y/N reveled in chaos and breaking her society's greatest taboo was too great an opportunity to pass up, especially with Spartan, who was the epitome of the 20th century's disorder and vulgarity and utter recklessness, standing heavy in front of her. Spartan''s blown pupils staring down at her, his tongue darting out to wet his mouth in anticipation.

He wanted her.

And who was she to deny him that opportunity? Thirty-six years in ice and he was touch-starved.

Amusement danced in her eyes, as she meets Spartan's gaze through siren-like eyes.

'D'you like breaking the rules, Spartan?'

Sensing her reciprocation, he adeptly ducked his head down to kiss her, except Y/N spun out the way, dodging his movements, a devilish smile leaking onto her face.

This was a game.

And he was losing due to his desperate demeanor.

He tried again, this time, his arms caging her against the wall. But as he leaned in, Y/N pulled the hair at the base of his neck, hard.

Spartan whines, his torment evident on his face.

Emasculated by his submission, caught in primitive 20th century ideas of gender and sex, his cheeks turn tomato red, and he stumbles back, embarrassment running wild.

Their positions had changed drastically now: Spartan once so cocky and arrogant now is all blush and defensive body posturing.

'Is my Spartan embarrassed?' She says in a patronizing but affectionate tone, enjoying the game far too much, 'It's completely normal for stereotypical gender roles between men and women to be reversed in the present, don't be ashamed, if anything, I'm flattered that as inexperienced as I am, have been able to make you feel something'

'Feel something?' He asks rhetorically and in disbelief, scoffing half-halfheartedly, 'Yeah, you definitely made me fucking feel something', he says under his breath, a secret admission that Y/N nearly missed, almost too quiet to hear.

Resigned to his fate, and looking downtrodden, Y/N decided she'd taken enough of his pride and couldn't deny the spark she felt and the urge to grab hold of him.

'Good. Because I've been feeling something too Spartan.'

Spartan could've gave himself whiplash with how quickly he looked up to meet Y/N's gaze.

Y/N nods, her left-hand tracing the contours of his jaw with feather-light, barely-there touches, and her right-hand tracing over his biceps before squeezing, making Spartan lean into her with how needy he was, his eyes slowly drifting shut.

'You said you were a good kisser, I wanna see if you're all bark and no bite' Y/N whispers, her voice low and sultry.

Spartan's heart races as Y/N's words rush over him, a thrill coursing through his veins. Without hesitation, he closes the distance between them, capturing her lips in a heated kiss.

Their embrace is electric, a clash of wills and desires that sets the alley ablaze with passion. Y/N takes control, her hands roaming freely over John's body as she teases him with her touch.

John responds eagerly, surrendering himself to the intoxicating whirlwind of sensation. In this moment, there are no rules, no boundaries, no domineering society, only the raw, unbridled heat.

As they finally pull apart, breathless and exhilarated, John can't help but grin.

'I always did like a rebel.' he admitted, eyes sparkling.

#demolition man #john spartan #john spartan x reader #sylvester stallone #sylvester stallone x reader #80s #90s #70s #imagine

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transboysokka · 11 months

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posting this as a text post bc it went way over the ask character limit lol

"I promise I'm fine... I just need some rest, that's all." Sokka didn't remove his hands from the sides of Zuko's face, still looking for a any sign of hurt in his husband's eyes. His own emotions were going haywire. He tried to keep them under control, but he knew Zuko would absolutely be able to pick up on the frantic note in his voice. And Sokka was fine with that- the stubborn firebender had almost been killed- assassinated- again- and not only was Zuko treating it like it wasn't a big deal, but he hadn't even bothered to tell Sokka about it. They were definitely having this conversation. Sokka tried to take a calming breath before speaking. "Babe. That's the problem. You almost just got sliced in half and you're acting like you don't even care! Well, I do! You weren't even gonna talk to me about it?" The tired look in Zuko's eyes shifted in an instant, into something harder. He raised his hands to pull Sokka's own hands off his face, stepping back and raising himself to his full height. "I didn't tell you because I didn't want to do this, Sokka! This wasn't even close to the worst attempt, and I took care of it fine!" "Do you hear yourself? Since when is it normal to get ambushed by thugs when you go to the market?" "It's normal for me though, isn't it?" Zuko made a noise that sounded halfway between a frustrated groan and hysterical laughter. Sokka decided he didn't like that noise. "How many times have they come after either of us in the last few years? If I kept having feelings about it, I would never stop." Zuko's voice broke a little on the last word and he looked away, like he hadn't meant to open up this much about how he was- or wasn't- feeling. Sokka closed the distance between them and pulled him into an embrace. The other man allowed it, but his tense posture didn't relax. "Zuko. Listen to me," Sokka rarely called his lover by his name, but this felt tremendously important, and he wanted it to be heard fully, "Don't do this again. Don't shut yourself off. Remember? These feelings are what make us human, and I'm here for you. If we stop being scared to die, then we're no longer really alive." Sokka pulled back enough to make eye contact with his Fire Lord, and that was all it took. The dam broke, the tears started to flow, and Sokka held him as he sobbed.

Zuko started awake to the sound of his door opening, mind immediately clear of sleep as he rose to sitting in the dark, arms positioned for firebending. Sokka had only just begun to stir at his side, but Zuko was prepared to defend both of them. He relaxed as he saw Suki's silhouette in the doorframe as she entered the room and he gave an apologetic smile at the notion of attacking her. It wasn't unheard of for the warrior to join Zuko and Sokka at night, but tonight Suki was dressed for duty. Zuko frowned. This was official business then. He flicked his wrist and lit the candles in the room with his bending as Sokka finally woke up enough to notice what was happening, sitting and rubbing the sleep from his eyes, "Suki? Whazamata?" She hesitated by the door and Zuko could see for the first time that something was wrong. Sokka saw it too and he was out of bed in an instant, suddenly awake as he rushed to her side. The warrior's uniform was covered in blood and she was trembling. Zuko could see the distant look in her wide eyes even from his position in the bed. As Sokka arrived beside her, she grabbed his hands and fell to her knees. Zuko was on his feet now too, crossing the room to meet them. "Suki. Hey, you're okay," he hoped, looking to Sokka for reassurance. "Suki, hey, look at me," the other man's eyes were searching Suki's, trying to gauge her condition, "Whose blood is that? Are you hurt?" "I'm... It's not mine..." her voice was weak, a bit slurred and... confused? But relief instantly flooded the two men- that would be one less thing to worry about, "...Jus' hit my head..." Zuko came to kneel on the floor beside the other two, gently feeling Suki's head for any signs of injury. There was a decent-sized bump at the back, but it luckily didn't seem to be bleeding- not anymore, at least. She was leaning heavier against Sokka's shoulder now though, and it would be important she stay awake. Satisfied, Zuko met her gaze. "You're safe now, Suki. Nobody is going to hurt you anymore." "No, that's not..." she furrowed her brow, like she was trying to remember something important. Suddenly, her eyes widened and she sat straighter as she remembered, "No, not me! It's... a-an assassin! They were right outside your door! I don't..." Sokka's eyes met Zuko's as the familiar feeling in the pit of his stomach returned. The feeling that he would never, truly be safe here and that he could always be moments away from dying. No. He made himself push back the reaction- promising himself that he'd have a reaction later- but now was not the time. Not yet. Fluidly, like they'd practiced for this scenario several times, Sokka squeezed both their hands and stood to go speak to the guards outside. In the same beat, Zuko moved to sit across from Suki, hands on her shoulders for support. Her gaze was slipping again. "Hey. Suki, look at me. You just saved our lives. Again. I will forever be grateful to you. You did a great job, and we're going to let the other Warriors handle this. You've done enough and we're just gonna stay right here. But you need to stay awake for me, can you do that?" Zuko knew he was rambling a bit, but he spoke slowly anyway to try to help Suki understand. "No, you don't... You both almost died because of me!" She was suddenly more lucid, tears coming to her eyes, and Zuko hoped Sokka would be back quickly- he knew how to have these types of conversations better than Zuko did. "Suki. If you weren't there, then we both would have died." As Zuko finished speaking, the door opened again and the tension in his shoulders eased somewhat as he saw Sokka slip back inside, nodding to confirm that the situation was in fact being handled. Sokka looked as tired as Zuko felt, and Zuko knew that they were both barely holding their emotions at bay for Suki's sake. He knelt back down to rejoin the two of them, smiling softly at Suki.

"You did good, Sooks." She shook her head again, like she knew that couldn't be right. "They should have never even made it into the palace in the first place..." Zuko... didn't know how to argue with that, especially with Suki as concussed and incoherent as she was. This was clearly going to be a conversation for later. For now... Suki started quietly sobbing and Sokka pulled her into an embrace. Zuko joined them, placing his arms protectively around both their shoulders. The rest could be dealt with and talked through later. But for now... this much, he could do for them.

"Fire Lord, I really must insist you eat something. You've been at the Ambassador's side for nearly a full day and you yourself don't look so-" "Leave us." "If you are worried about the poison Your Majesty, I assure you, the assassin has been found and apprehended. He was working alone and the kitchens have been closely monitored ever since Ambassador Sokka-" "I said GO!!" He threw fire. Nobody else came to bother them until Sokka woke up.

Sokka's eyes slid open. Why was he awake? It hurt to be awake. Everything hurt. Why couldn't they just- "Sokka! Hey!" He couldn't hold his head up, couldn't focus on who was talking to him. He felt gentle (gentle? That's not right...) hands alongside his face guide his head up to see... The Blue Spirit- Zuko? Not right not right he couldn't be here they would kill him- "Sokka..." His head fell back down and he could feel fingers working to loosen the chains that hung him by his arms from the ceiling. The work jostled his giant bruise of a body and he groaned. "Hang on Sokka, you're safe now. I'm gonna take you home..." It sounded like Zuko was crying, but that didn't make sense. Unless he was hurt too... "You... can't be here... kill you...." Sokka ground out. He really wished his voice would work, but he was just so thirsty... so tired... he hurt... The pressure on his arms and wrists loosened and he was being lowered to the ground. He couldn't hold back the whimper that came out when the gentle hands moved his stiff arms down to his sides. "Don't worry about me, Sokka. I'm okay, I'm gonna get you out of here. ...Can you walk?" He could only try to shake his head weakly. But at least in his new position on the floor, head supported in Zuko's lap, he could finally see his husband for the first time in... it made him dizzy to think about how long it had been. It couldn't have been more than a week... Sokka watched as Zuko seemed to assess Sokka's injuries. He didn't know what he must look like, but even as out of it as he was, he knew it wouldn't be pretty. The thought was confirmed by just how long it seemed to take for Zuko to check him over. And how the expression on his face changed the longer it took. Until he got to the- Oh. Memories came flooding back to Sokka before he shut them down- this was not the time or the place- of hot hands branding him over the tattoos on his ribs with an object he hadn't seen... It must have had some symbolic meaning, judging by the look on Zuko's face. Something evil and heinous to cover up the words of love he'd inked into himself for the man he'd loved. Zuko's face shuttered into something Sokka had only seen a few times, something dangerous and full of hatred. "Who gave you this?" he whispered. Sokka only wished he could have answered, but he was barely capable of speech as it was, and he really did have no idea about the details of the injury or how it got there- it all just faded together into one big blur of pain... Sokka's lack of an answer didn't seem to faze Zuko as he moved to prop Sokka against the closest wall- with plenty more pained groans on Sokka's part. "I'll be back soon." Sokka's stomach dropped. He knew what was going to happen. He tried to reach out a hand to get Zuko to stay, but it barely moved and the Blue Spirit didn't look back anyway. Sokka fell in and out of consciousness to the sounds of screaming and the smell of burning flesh- not his flesh, this time, he had to remind himself. When Zuko returned to shake him awake, the noise had stopped. The sharp look hadn't completely left his eye. "Zu... wish you didn't..." They were definitely going to be talking about this later, but for now that was all Sokka could manage. "Shh, those guys are never going to hurt you again. I made sure of it."

"Ambassador Sokka, as advisors to the Fire Lord, it is imperative that in times of crisis that we have full access to the Fire Lord's person to ensure that-" "Ambassador Sokka, are you listening? The Fire Lord has been unconscious for nearly three days and it is time for us to consider-" "Ambassador! We really must insist that you stop throwing weapons at us when we are just trying to do our jobs!" "Stay the fuck out of here and find me Chief Katara."

#ask and you shall receive muahhahaha #me? getting carried away? its more likely than you think #this is ALL angst be warned #quesTian #atla #drabble #text #zukka #zukki #murder /#assassination attempt /#aftermath of torture /#pretty generic stuff though ngl

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aurelia1uvscats · 9 months

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☆ 𝐒𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐒𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬 | Saeyoung Choi

word count: 6,866k

warnings: suggestive but nothing happens, fem reader, fluff

[notes:] womp womp, back again lolol. So uhh this fic is basically a gift for my friend since we’re basically back in our mysme phase (lord help us). My friends name is Mui, so don’t get confused when you see her here! Mui and Saeran are a couple here. Sick fic for Saeyoung!

You stir awake from your slumber. You lift your arms in the air and begin to stretch—a perfect way to begin the morning. You slowly glanced to the side and seemed to notice the other side of the bed was empty. You assumed Saeyoung let you sleep in, even though you profusely refused to do so. He still would let you, despite your pleas. The sound of the rain seemed to have come to a halt, the sun began to brightly show its glow through the window. Despite the sun being out, you knew that if you were to open the window, the smell of rain would overfill your senses almost immediately. Now sitting on the bed, all you could do was observe the little water droplets on the window, watching as they would slide downward in a slow manner. It’s as if you were entranced by this activity.

You felt a tad strange... You couldn’t pinpoint it exactly, but there was something odd with you today; maybe you had caught something? You were completely against this thought due to the fact that today was the day Saeyoung wanted to spend as a family, a beach road trip he had suggested. We all favored the idea greatly. Everyone had come to an agreement for the date, and that day was today. You couldn’t afford to be ill, especially when this meant greatly to Saeyoung; he would constantly talk about it with great fervor. You pushed all those thoughts aside; maybe you were just overreacting? You haven’t presented any symptoms yet, so you are fine at the current moment. Your feet search to find mint-colored slippers on the carpet; once found, you open the door from your shared bedroom and head towards the living room.

You walk to the living room, and your steps come to a halt. You observe the room thoroughly. First, the first person you spot is the love of your life, Saeyoung, sitting on the couch, his back facing you. When you first met him, he was an enclosed person carrying around many secrets, many burdens, and suffering all by himself. He had been running all his life, never being able to be his true self, never being able to indulge in anything fully without the thought of him having to erase his current identity to run away surging in his mind. He had a tendency to always be hiding behind a mask, and then you came along. You broke his mask and helped him become his true self. He wasn’t 707, he wasn’t Luciel, but he was Saeyoung and that's the person you fell for despite his faults.

He seemed to be checking something on his computer and was completely engrossed by the LCD screen, multiple colors flashing all at once, the colors being reflected upon his glasses. He seemed so distracted that he hadn’t noticed you walk in behind him. It didn’t help that he had his headphones on as well. You duly noted that and would use it as an advantage to tease him later.

You wish he would fixate on his posture. Though you can’t help admitting that you found his sitting position adorable, he looked like a complete dork!

Next, you spot movement in the kitchen, eyes shifting towards the white-haired twin preparing breakfast. The smoke above the stove was present, and you watched from a distance how swiftly he did his thing. Saeran was the only skilled person when it came to the kitchen; for everyone else, if we were to go just a measly 1cm near the stove, we would burn the house down in an instant. Saeran knew everything from basic recipes to very complex and exquisite ones. He’s usually the one cooking for us every day; other days he would switch turns with Ms. Vanderwood so he wouldn’t have too much pressure. We would help him with simple tasks such as gathering ingredients or chopping onions, but the main action was all Saeran; cooking was his expertise, something he was incredibly good at. He begins to wipe his sweat bead from his temple with his white sleeve. You take a good glimse at his face, he seems a bit pale to you...Maybe it was due to the kitchen's terrible lighting or that your eyes were still sleepy, either way, you hoped it was nothing to worry about.

Finally, the last person who lived with you three had appeared in your line of sight. The other woman in the household had come out of the bathroom with a mop and carrying a blue bucket. She had an annoyed look painted across her face; she certainly did not want to clean. Mui was Saeran’s significant other, he truly treasured her with his entire life, and she too treasured him the same way. Saeran was a completely different person when she was around, he had never been this affectionate with someone, not even his own twin…Their relationship was truly impeccable; you were happy that Saeran had found someone so fond of him. You’ve known Mui for a while, and you considered her some sort of close sister. You two would get along pretty well, with a variety of things in common, especially an unhealthy obsession with gambling games, among other things.

She dropped the bucket onto the floor and placed the mop to lean on the wall as she walked towards Saeran, she sighed.

"Now I get why Vanderwood hates cleaning here!"

"The bathrooms are done, but now I have to clean the living room." Mui groans.

"You could’ve left the cleaning to me, Mui, I wouldn’t have minded," Saeran responded, pausing his cooking to give Mui a warm smile.

"No! You’re not going to take on any more tasks!"

"If it’s bothersome for you, then maybe when I finish here I could help-"

"I said no!"

You watched them have a small quarrel, mostly Mui giving Saeran a lecture on how he shouldn’t always take the burden and how he should learn to take a break for once. While he was cooking, he was listening to her with great focus.

You watched them with a weary smile. Saeran had the tendency to always take housework on, all of them. Even when everyone told him you could help him out, you would wake up the next day with the house completely spotless. So naturally, Mui wanted to stop that habit of his before he overworked himself to death.

You continued your walk and ended up approaching Saeyoung from behind the couch, then proceeded to sneak your hands around his eyes.

"Gahh!! I’ve gone completely blind!" He exclaims while pausing his actions on his computer. "There’s only one way to get your eyesight back~" You tease, while still covering his eyes, "I’ll do anything! Please god Y/N, without my eyes…How will I be able to see your cute face every day!?"

You stumble back and remove your hands from his face, completely flushed from the comment.

"Hey! That’s- Not fair! You can’t just say something like that so randomly."

"Flushed so early in the morning~ Hm?" He smirks, he gets off the couch, and makes his way towards your back. He sneaks his hands on your waist and lays his head upon your shoulder. You allow him to do this.

"I just can’t help but say the truth, y/n, a world without seeing you would be absolute torture!"

"I hope you slept well," he says while kissing your cheek.

"I told you not to let me sleep in... I want to wake up early to help around the house and work out, of course." You responded with a pout.

“I couldn’t help it! You looked so cute, I couldn’t get myself to wake you up," he says, hugging you harder.

"Stop calling me cute!" I try to let go of his grip, huffing.

"Okay okay~" He cheekily smiles at you; this makes you sigh. His smile was too precious, never failing to make your heart skip a beat.

When he removes his hands, you feel an overwhelming feeling of weakness all over your body. You are still able to stand, but you find this feeling very peculiar; it was worrisome.

"Ah, Y/N, good morning..." Saeran greets you while he begins serving up the blueberry pancakes he had been cooking on four plates on the dinner table.

"Morning, morning!" Mui greets cheerily everyone back, she’s serving up orange juice for everyone.

"I hope you all slept well," You yawn. The weakness is still present. You and Saeyoung settle yourselves on the dinner table, and Mui and Saeran join you after setting everything up.

"The loud thundering at night was so scary." Mui said, shivering at the thought of it.

"Really? There was thunder?" You question.

"I must’ve fallen asleep by then." You added, while you begin cutting your pancakes.

"Y/N, you were knocked out like a light, you fell asleep while I was talking to you." Saeyoung pouts, he hands you the syrup.

"Oh… I’m sorry."

"Nah, I’m just joking around, I didn’t mind watching you slowly drift away to sleep~"

"You sound like a creep saying that," Saeran says to him as he sips his juice.

"Hey! Don’t act like you don’t do the same with Mui."

"Do you?" Mui curiously looks at him.

"…"

"Aww, my brother is such a cutie. Look, he's all red." Saeyoung teases.

"Please, shut up…"

You laugh at their shenanigans.

"So…. Are we all ready for today?" Saeyoung asked, looking at everyone, he couldn’t contain his excitement, you basically saw stars in his eyes.

"Hell, yeah, going to the beach after the rain is so relaxing... Especially if the clouds are still covering the sun." Y/N answers him.

"I could use a tan, so the sun not being there is a total bummer," Mui says with a disappointed sigh.

"I don’t think I can get tanner than I already am." You responded to her.

"Hm… That sounds like something I must see for myself."

"Another thing you’ll see is Y/N is her swimsuit~" Mui nudges a shoulder toward Saeyoung to tease him.

"Gahhh, not yet, I have to wait." Saeyoung covers his face to hide his blush.

"It’s red~"

"Alright, time to get ready. Saeyoung jumps out of his seat, picking up his half-finished plate.

"You haven’t finished your food yet, sit back down!!!" You croaked, blush painting your face, pulling him right back to his seat.

…

"Um, hey Saeran?" Mui starts.

"Yes, dear?"

"You look a bit pale." Mui pointed it out worriedly.

It looks like you weren’t the only one who noticed it...

"Now that you mention it, he does seem pale," Saeyoung commented in agreement with Mui.

“Really, do I seem that way? I feel completely fine.”

"If you say so… Maybe you should lie down on the couch for a moment," Mui suggested.

"I wouldn’t want you to faint on us."

"I can help you take him over there, Mui." Saeyoung offered, he began to worry about his brother.

"I’m fine, really. I don’t feel ill." Saeran protested, it seemed he didn’t want to be a burden to both of them.

"You’re not fine, you look as white as a sheet of paper. Please, Saeran, let's just prevent any fainting from happening, yeah?" Saeyoung approachs him to help him out of his chair.

He sighs as if finally letting his defense down.

Both of them help Saeran onto the couch.

"Saeyoung, could you fetch him some water?" Mui asks while setting Saeran to lie on the couch.

"Alrighty, don’t worry, Saeran, your brother will save you!"

"I’ll clean up the dishes for you, Saeran." You say to contribute to helping him.

You stand up, pick everyone's plate, and go towards the kitchen. Saeyoung, looking for a cup of water, accompanies you.

As you begin doing the dishes, your vision starts becoming hazy, and your eyes completely shutting you out. You begged not to get sick, but it seems your assumption in the morning was correct. You let go of the dishes in the sink and start to slowly fall, knees completely buckling, the overwhelming weakness has won over your body.

"Y/N! Hey, hey are you alright? Answer me!" Saeyoung shouts, while catching you rapidly in his arms, he drops an empty cup onto the floor.

"What’s happening over there?! Y/N?" Mui asks concernedly from the living room,

"Shit, Y/N is burning up Mui, looks like she and Saeran might have caught something." He holds you in his arms.

You gain consciousness quickly and analyze the scene.

"Y/N, it's okay I’m right here," Saeyoung assures you.

"My head is pounding, did I just faint?" You ask, you weren’t aware on what just happened.

"Yeah, good thing I caught you in my arms just in time."

"We’ll have to reschedule the beach day for another time." He mumbles to himself.

"Wait, wait, no… I can go, there’s no need to cancel Saeyoung, please." You beg Saeyoung while grasping on his red shirt.

"The decision is final, Y/N, you both are sick, and we’re going to stay here and take care of you."

"But-!"

Saeyoung gives you an assertive look, you couldn’t defy him, especially when he was completely right. There’s no way you all could enjoy a day out when two of you were sick.

"You were really looking forward to today... I’m so sorry."

"Hey, look at me," He ushers, and you give him a glance.

"Don’t blame this on yourself, alright? No one has control over these things."

"You just have to learn to deal with them. Now, I’m going to carry you to bed, hold on tight," He picks you up and makes his way to the living room.

"Saeyoung, Saeran is developing a fever too, my guess is they both caught the flu or a simple cold," Mui says while having her hand on Saeran's forehead. Saeran seemed to be struggling to catch his breath.

"It’s that time of the season, so it wouldn’t be too far off of a guess."

"We’ll need to monitor both at the same time. How about putting them in the guest bedroom that has two separate beds?"

"Ohhh, me and Mui combining forces to take care of our loved ones? I like the sound of that!"

"Defenders of Sickness, woohoo!"

"Alright, Y/N onwards we go to the guest bedroom!"

"Come on, Saeran, cling to me, okay?"

1 hour later

Your vision was currently hazy, the pounding inside your head felt as if a thousand tambourines were being played simultaneously next to you, getting louder at every moment, the heat your body was producing suffocated you, and the weakness was more present than ever before. You despised being sick. You clutched your head with both hands in hopes of stopping the immense headache, but it failed to do anything. You kept shifting in the bed, unable to sleep due to the pain and the insufferable heat. Saeran, who was in a separate bed next to yours, was suffering just as much as you, possibly even worse. His small panting filled your ears, his face completely flushed instead of being pale like earlier, he seemed like he was having the worst time, his immune system was the worst out of both of us.

Saeyoung and Mui were taking careful precautions with us, they preferred not to have three people in the house be sick, so they urged us to put masks on to prevent our sickness from spreading when they were taking care of us. There were two masks: one was an old, plain black one that was given to Saeran, and the other was a cat one. This was not just an ordinary cat mask, this was a cat mask. You could see the cat's mouth, nose, and whiskers, it’s like you were a cat yourself. Of course, Saeyoung gave you this mask first.

I let out a loud groan and began to speak:

"I can’t get any sleep. My head feels like it’s going to explode."

"Yeah… I don’t feel that well either. I’m surprised I can speak coherently at this moment." He chuckles, later followed by a cough.

"Please, god. Just take this headache away from me!" You groan.

The door slightly opened, then Mui's head peaked through, and she proceeded to enter the room fully. She was holding a silver tray with two water-filled cups and four white pills, and she seemed to have a calm demeanor while entering. Well, it was only natural since she worked as a nurse, so it’s no surprise she was well prepared for situations such as this. Still, the way she was calm and collected impressed you.

"Here, take this." She handed each of us two pills.

"What exactly is it?" You ask curiously; you definitely did not want to put a random pill in your body.

"It's Tami Flu. Considering both of you guys symptoms are similar to those of the flu, then this medication will make you better."

"Thank you, dear; you are always so thoughtful and full of knowledge. We don’t deserve your tender care." Saeran showers Mui with appreciation.

"Saeran~ I hope you get better soon. I’m going to tackle you in a hug when you’re all better."

"You’re always free to do whatever you want to me."

"Okay, okay, tone down with the flirting; my head might actually explode if I listen to it anymore." You disrupted their conversation before it could escalate further.

"Haha~" She hands us water cups to accompany the pill.

"You’ll need to take it two times a day, so I’ll be very persistent for the next few days!" She warned both of us clearly, and we both nodded in agreement.

You begin to sit up on the bed fully, you take the pill, and you take a huge gulp of water. You hope the pain will subside very soon. The pill left a weird metallic taste in your mouth, but you’ve dealt with this before while taking Tamiflu. It's definitely a hindrance, but if it makes you feel better, you must learn to deal with it. As you begin settling into your covers once again, Saeyoung suddenly bursts through the door, making the three of you jump in sync. Mui dropped the silver tray with the cups, thank God they were plastic. He was wearing his usual long red wig and was wearing a nurse outfit, all of you were left agape. Mui seemed confused; Saeran was so disgusted that he proceeded to hide under the covers; he almost puked at the sight; you, on the other hand, were starstruck by his costume. You knew that due to the agency, he had to disguise himself in all types of costumes for different types of missions, but since he recently had left it, you hadn’t seen him in a costume for a good while. Now he was here, in a nurse costume, with a long wig, and wearing heels. He definitely had a knack for being the best at dressing up, you couldn’t take your eyes away.

"Nurse Choi at your service!" He announces it cheerily while striking a pose.

“Saeyoung, what in the world are you doing??" Mui asks him very puzzled; she looked like she wasn’t aware of this.

"I’m going to be helping my patients, duh." He retorts to Mui, still not looking satisfied with his answer.

"Nurse Choi! Nurse Choi!" You cheer him on happily, even though you feel badly; you will give him your utmost enthusiasm.

"Nurse Choi, please go back where you came from." Saeran takes a small peek from under his blanket to tell him this.

"Tsk tsk, I’m here to stay, unfortunately." Saeyoung sticks his tongue to Saeran, he groans loudly, and hides again under the covers.

Saeyoung looks at you and heads over there. He places his hand on your forehead and feels the fever.

"How are you feeling today, Miss Y/N? Any symptoms I should know about?" He asks patiently, waiting for your answer. You could tell that Saeyoung was mostly doing this to cheer you up due to the road trip getting canceled and you particularly blaming yourself for it. He wanted to take your mind off of it.

"My head hurts a lot right now." You answer him truthfully, giving him a sad smile.

"Oh no, it looks like you’re in dire need of my care."

"I’ll make you feel better, don’t worry." He pats your hair, and you lean into his touch.

He then goes in to lean for a kiss.

Mui and you both shout in unison. He’s taken aback by this.

"No, no! You'll get sick! No kissing allowed till I get better." You push Saeyoung away.

"But my kisses will definitely speed your recovery!" He urges you while pouting, he really wants to kiss you even when you look like a train wreck.

"Listen to her, Saeyoung! I'm even refraining from jumping Saeran." Mui contemplates.

"So if you kiss Saeran on his cheek, he’ll get better?" You curiously ask, in order to tease Mui.

"Of course!"

"Absolutely not." Saeran mumbles from inside the covers.

"If I can’t kiss him, no one else will," Mui says defensively, staring daggers into Saeyoung from across the room (she was sitting in Saeran’s bed). Even though he meant a cheek kiss, she still wouldn’t allow it.

"Aw…"

"No, but I'm serious, Nurse Choi, I don't want you to get sick, so please refrain from using your treatment at the moment." You shift the conversation back to the main point.

"Always so caring, I love you so much." He caresses your hair, and he then realizes that he just broke character.

Saeyoung coughs,

"I mean… Ms. Y/N, you are certainly a wise patient. I’ll take your advice."

"Thank you." You softly smile at him, which he returns swiftly.

"Now, then, Mr. Choi, I’ll be with you now."

"Don’t get near me, please."

"Come on now~"

"Leave Saeran to me, Saeyoung; you can take care of Y/N." Mui shields Saeran before Saeyoung can get near him.

"My own personal nurse, so excited."

"I’ll take good care of you," he smiles.

"Now that they’ve taken their medicine, let’s leave them to sleep, we’ll come back later with lunch." Mui stands up from Saeran’s bed and makes her way towards the door with the empty silver plate.

"Both of you in our care will get better!"

"Defenders of Sickness!" They high-five.

They make their way to exit the room; you hear them mumbling outside, mostly Mui asking Saeyoung what the hell he was doing in a nurse costume, to which he replies, "This is a job for two nurses." After that, the voices began getting distant until you could no longer hear them. You lay back down after all the ruckus with a sigh, and you begin closing your eyes to see if you would finally fall asleep. Saeran mimicked your actions, although instead of completely being relaxed, you could hear him having a coughing fit. You would’ve asked him if he was alright, but after you closed your eyes for the 56th time, you finally blacked out.

3:00pm

You are stirred awake from your slumber by a familiar red hair. You grunt at the sudden disturbance, and when you open your eyes, you see Saeyoung softly moving you to wake up. He was still in his nurse costume, a total win for you. He had something in his hand, it seemed like a bowl of soup. You looked at the clock above Saran’s bed, and it had 3:10 p.m. on it, it appeared it was time for lunch. You sit up completely on the bed, you rest your head on the bedrest, and meet Saeyoung's gaze. He was smiling softly at you while holding the bowl of soup with his right hand. There was a cup of water on the bedside table that he had also brought in with him.

"I’m sorry, I hate waking you up; you look so at peace when you’re sleeping. That’s why I can never get myself to wake you up early when you ask me to." He breaks the silence by admitting this.

"But-! This time I had to do it since my patient needs to be well-fed in order to get better."

"It’s alright". You giggle, making him flush a bit.

"What about Saeran?" You tilt your head.

"I got him covered!" Mui said from the door, she entered the room with a bowl of soup in her hand as well, instead of a water bottle, had an herbal tea in her other hand.

"Saeran, wake up~ time for your food." She also stirred him awake. Saeran woke up with a tedious bed hair, rubbing his eyes.

"I was the one who made you this soup myself~ I really hope you enjoy it!" Saeyoung admits to you all giddy.

He looked happy to be able to take care of you, his soup was emitting the same love he had made it with, and you loved him so much it hurt.

The soup he had made seemed strange, you noticed the Honey Buddha chips floating on the meal, but you thought nothing of it. He put effort into this meal for you so you would swallow it whole, food is food, and you didn’t care about the consequences afterwards. You pick up the bowl of soup and drink it as if it were water. Saeyoung watched in awe, staring at how much you loved his soup. He used a napkin to clean your mouth thoroughly.

"Here’s some herbal tea and chicken soup. I tried my best looking at online recipes to make this." Mui sits down on the bed with Saeran and gives him his meal.

"I appreciate you going through that effort just for me, Mui... I will make it up to you, I promise."

"No, don’t think nothing of it. I’m taking care of you on my own accord, I don’t want anything back." She plays with his white strands while he’s slowly sipping the tea and eating the soup.

"I made mine from scratch, I didn’t use any online recipes!" Saeyoung brags to Mui.

"That stuff probably tasted bad! Y/N, you shouldn’t have eaten that."

"It was very well made," You say in defiance to what Mui said, you were willing to defend Saeyoung to the depths of the earth. (glazer)

"Ha, see!"

"Mui’s soup was well made too. The herbal tea was just as refreshing."

"Do YOU see~"

"Nurse Choi will always come out on top, I’m the best nurse!"

"You’re not even a real nurse, it’s a costume!!"

"I am a real nurse... On the inside." He touches his heart.

"Faker…"

"Am not."

"Are to.."

"Where's your uniform then, huh?"

"In the washing machine, I’m not even on duty today."

"Excuses, excuses,"

"It’s not an excuse!"

You and Saeran just watched them squabble quietly and deemed it better not to get involved, especially in both of your conditions. The foreseen consequences of the soup have now suddenly appeared, you were about to retch. Your stomach couldn’t tolerate the soup you had eaten previously.

"I think I’m going to be sick…" You announced it aloud, you abruptly got up from the bed and rushed to the bathroom, covering your mouth.

Both Mui and Saeyoung look at each other wide-eyed, and Saeyoung rushes behind you without hesitation; even with heels, he could still run with all his might. All that could be heard from the bathroom was your retching and Saeyoung giving you small praises.

Mui stays in the room with Saeran, who again seems pale.

"My body can’t seem to digest the meal you gave me." He says, while gripping his stomach, he couldn’t even conceal his sudden sickness at all.

"Oh no!! Not you too!" Mui freaks out, her calm demeanor from earlier had shifted due to this situation. She rushes to get a bucket from the storage room and gives it to Saeran just in time before he can retch. He had to use the bucket due to Y/N and Saeyoung currently occupying the bathroom.

"Let it all out." Mui rubs circles on his back.

"Never let me and Saeyoung touch the kitchen again." She pleads to him while letting her head down in defeat.

8:00 pm

You were scrolling through the messenger on your phone, seeing all the "Get well soon!" Messages from the RFA members. You were still sick, though, thanks to the medicine from earlier, the headache managed to tone down a measly bit, and you could at least use your phone without purging your vision. Saeran was still getting his sleep, he wasn’t much of a snorer now that you think about it. You could just hear his small breaths in the room. It certainly didn’t bother you at all, it felt sort of comforting. You were glad Mui was pampering him from time to time, he needed all the love he could get, even more now. You switched to Twitter and scrolled effortlessly on that too. You noticed a post that piqued your interest: Dang Heng from Honkai had his banner released today, so the day wasn’t a complete disaster for the most part. If you recall correctly, Mui was a huge fan of Dang Heng as yourself, and you wonder if she heard about-

You suddenly hear screaming from the living room, and you almost drop your phone out of surprise. That voice sounded familiar to that of Muis, you wondered if she was all alright. Saeran wasn’t startled from his sleep so you sighed in relief, the bedroom door burst open abruptly for the second time today. To this intrusion you did drop your phone to, you swear these people would kill you one day. Eyes met with Saeyoung in his usual black tank top with a towel around his lower part; he had a green toothbrush in his mouth. He entered the room panting; he looked like he just ran three miles in a second, and sweat beads were present all over his body.

He didn’t have his nurse costume anymore, which you mentally pouted at.

"I heard screaming, are both of you okay?!" He asks anxiously with worry painted on his features, the toothbrush was discarded on the ground when he had rushed over to inspect you, and Saeran. You were left baffled, not only because he was basically panting like a dog, but over the fact that he managed to run over so quickly with a towel on, he had a towel on… You looked away almost immediately.

"Did one of you scream…?" He asks, trying to catch his breath, clutching his towel. He looks at you, but you don’t make eye contact due to you being flustered.

"That- didn’t come from here…I think that was Mui." You stammered with your words,

"What…? I thought something had happened to both of you, I got so scared!"

"I’m doing fine here. Saeran is just sleeping over there, we’re chilling at the moment."

"I was finishing off my shower when all of a sudden I heard screaming, and I dropped everything to be here."

"I can see that…" You gesture while looking up and down.

"Get properly changed, please." You ordered him for your sake.

"What?" Saeyoung asked while tilting his head.

"Am I making you nervous~"

"You’re not! Just get dressed, Saeyoung!" You yell and throw a pillow at him.

"Haha~ "

Both of you hear screaming again.

"I’ll just tell her to tone it down."

Saeyoung steps out of the room with his green toothbrush at hand and one hand on his towel. He finds Mui sitting at the dinner table, staring at her phone with excitement.

"Mui, lower your voice, please. It’s late, and you’ll scare the neighbors just like you scared me!"

"I’m sorry, but… Dang Heng banner is out!!! She squeals.

"Dang who?" He goes to look at her phone screen.

"He’s from Honkai, I’m surprised you don't know him, you play genshin, and those games are connected in a way!"

"Yeah, yeah, just lower your voice. Also, I’m done using the shower, we should try helping Y/N and Saeran shower now." Saeyoung suggests to Mui.

"Nope! You handle it, I’m not moving out of here till I get him." She responds fast.

"What?! I can handle showering Y/N, but two people? Not to mention Saeran would kill me if I woke him up." He shivers at the imagination of Saeran being pissed.

"You can wake him up with no problem without him getting angry," He adds.

"You can shower Y/N first then,"

"What about teamwork? Defenders of Sickness? I need your help, please…."

"I’m sorry, but I’m going to stay here and drain my entire bank account if I have to get this man!"

"You and Y/N with your gacha addiction. I can hack into the system and get him for you."

"It’s going to take a while to do that, why wait so long when I can waste all my money and get him right now!" She fist pumps the air.

"That’s crazy! Think about what I’m saying, Mui, I’ll get him for you for free, just help me out here. "

"I need him now, Saeyoung, you don’t get it."

"I’ll waste every penny to get him now!"

"You don’t have to waste anything if you just wait for me, using money for everything is not ideal, you know."

"Easy for you to say… You have eight cars in the garage! If anything, that just exceeds the idea that money buys happiness, and that's what I’m going to do!"

She gets her credit card out of the wallet that was lying on top of the table.

"Not so fast," Saeyoung says, swiping the card away from her grasp.

“Hey, give it back, Saeyoung, oh my god!" She follows him.

"You’re not wasting money on something I can get you for free."

"It's my money, what the hell?! Give it back!" Their height difference made it difficult for Mui to get her card back, she kept jumping to reach it.

"I need him now! Dang Heng is waiting for me."

"The only thing waiting for you is bankruptcy if you spend your money on nonsense!"

"Y/N would want me to! This is all for her."

"She’s not dead; she's in the next room on her phone!"

"Can both of you shut up…" You stood at the door of the spare bedroom, holding on to the door frame for balance.

"Hey, Y/N, take it easy.. You shouldn't be standing, go back to bed."

"Y/N, did you see Dang Heng is out!"

"Uhhh, she doesn’t seem too happy."

"You both do know that Saeran is sleeping, right? And my headache was gone for a bit, but with all this screaming, it’s back again, so yeah, I’m pissed."

They both froze in fear.

"Ahhh, I’m sorry, dear! We might’ve gotten a bit out of hand."

You make your way towards Saeyoung and take the card with you, he flinches.

"This stays with me."

"My card! "

You give her a death glare.

"Eek!"

Y/N shuts the door behind her.

…

"Shall we get the bath ready?"

12:30 Am

You stared blankly at the ceiling, hoping you would fall asleep at any moment.

You sighed; you hadn’t expected the day to go like this. You were expecting the day to be full of fun, all of you at the beach, playing volleyball, collecting seashells, eating ice cream, and singing your hearts out in contentment on the carpool that would have happened. Though, instead of that, you were bedridden, along with Saeran, there was nothing you could do to prevent this, but you kept on putting the blame on yourself since you might’ve possibly been the one who brought the flu into the house since you recently were in contact with a friend who was ill, though she wasn’t aware she was sick at the time. Right now, all you could think about was the things you could’ve done today if things were different. You blame it on it being 12 a.m. thoughts getting to your head. Maybe if you hadn’t visited your friend nothing would’ve happened, and you would’ve had treasurable memories to remember for eons, like the reason this trip was planned for. Instead, you’ve become an inconvenience to everyone, you bit your lip to prevent yourself from crying, you definitely did not want to wake Saeran up with your sobbing. You tried not thinking about these thoughts but they would still linger in your head, you ruined the day for everyone. Small tears were beginning to come out of your eyes, you sniffed.

The door opened once again, and Saeyoung entered the room slowly. He came into the room holding a pill container and two water-filled cups without a tray; you forgot it was that time already. You rapidly wipe your tears away and try your best to look composed, but judging by the sad look he gave you, he knew something was wrong.

"Hey, hey…What’s wrong, Y/N? Don't cry." He places everything on the bedside table right next to you and sits on the bed, he begins caressing your cheek in order to calm you down.

"It’s nothing." You look away from his gold eyes, refusing to meet his gaze.

"You know you can tell me anything, right? I love you; please just let me know what’s on your mind."

"I can't hide anything from you, huh?" You laugh a bit, sighing in defeat.

"I can read you like an open book, love. Now, talk to me." He tells you, you begin to inhale and prepare yourself.

"I ruined beach day…You were really looking forward to it, Saeyoung. And here I had to get sick; I even dragged Saeran down with me. I’m sorry…" You look at the floor in a sad manner.

"Is that what’s been bothering you? Baby, it’s okay. So what if we couldn’t go to the beach today? We’ll have many more opportunities in the future. Don’t worry about that." He cups your face to look at him finally. Both of you stare at each other.

"Everyone’s schedule coincided just for today… We were supposed to make memorable memories that we would reminisce about for years to come."

"But we did make memorable memories?" He says bluntly.

"We did?" You asked, confused about what he was talking about.

"Definitely, I’m never going to forget the face you made when you saw me in a nurse costume!"

"Hehe… I really liked it, you always go all out with your costumes."

"What about Saeran’s look?"

"Lololol he looked so disgusted, it was hilarious. I’ll make sure to show him my costumes first out of everyone."

I start laughing a bit, and he smiles.

"I’m also not forgetting how you practically stole Muis credit card just so she wouldn’t get Dan Heng before you." He continues.

"What… That wasn’t the reason!!" You tried lying, but you could see the smirk that was forming on his face. You could never lie around him.

"I can read you before you can read yourself, Y/N."

"…"

"Also, I’ll never forget how you practically puked your guts out because of my soup."

"Haha! And Saeran too, with Muis. You guys should never touch the kitchen." You begin laughing completely.

"So mean~" He pouts in a playful way.

"I’m just saying the truth."

"Even if those memories weren’t quite what we expected, at least we made some right?"

"I guess you’re right…"

"Since when did you get so good with your words, Saeyoung …"

"I learned from the best!" He tackles you with a kiss barrage.

“Saeyoung, that tickles; stop, you'll get sick!!" You tried wiggling out of his grasp, but you failed. Still, it didn’t feel too bad having him kiss you.

"I can’t hear you~"

"Both of you… Stop the flirting, please." Saeran says groggily next to you, he’s still on the other bed.

Both of you pause and look at each other, and you laugh.

"I love you, Saeyoung." You look at him warm-heartedly, you were so thankful to have him in your life.

"I love you too." He returns it with the same look but with his usual charm.

"Oh yeah! I forgot about the pills, Mui fell asleep, so it’s my turn to give them to you guys. Don’t fall asleep, Saeran, wake up!" He jumps out from your side to shake Saeran awake.

Even when you were feeling down, Saeyoung would never fail to bring you back to your feet. You truly loved him. You were glad to be by his side, and you were also grateful for him allowing you to be there.

After a few days had passed, you and Saeran finally got better. The first thing you guys did was plan another date for the beach road trip, though this time you weren’t too worried if it got canceled again because at every moment you were making memories, even when you weren't realizing it, whether they were good or bad. Well, that’s what some wise redhead told you anyway, and you would trust in his words until the day you departed from him.

Bonus:

Cough,

“Ugh…My head hurts, my nose is all stuffed, my body aches, I’m going to die!” Saeyoung complains, followed by a sniff.

“Stop your screeching. My head hurts bad enough already.” Mui yells at him.

“It looks like you guys caught it too.” Saeran says to himself.

"Don’t worry, you have us now; we’ll take good care of you." You smile, rolling up your sleeves.

#mystic messenger

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laspocelliere · 8 months

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Day Twenty-Eight: “Blunt”

“Twenty.”

“Thirty.”

“What are you betting on?” Varshahn drew level with the fence where Estinien and a few of the Radiant Host had gathered. Each saluted him as he drew up – child though he might appear – but Estinien only inclined his head in greeting, turning his head back towards the empty space of the sparring grounds ahead of him.

“How fast she’ll get him on his back, of course.” There was no small amount of amusement in the voice of the former Azure Dragoon as he nodded towards the match about to unfold in front of them.

Ser Aymeric stood in the middle of the cleared area, stripped of his formal Ishgardian armour in favour of the lighter fare that he wore more frequently now that he was spending so much time in Radz-at-Han. He held Naegling in one hand, his grip loose but his shoulders tensed for movement. Across from him, the Warrior of Light stood facing him with something almost like a smile flitting across her expression, her own dragon-forged sword in one hand.

Mayhaps I commemorate her with a new one, Vrtra thought to himself, eyeing her blade contemplatively. She, as her partner, was dressed simply for combat, and stood matching his posture move for move. Only the sharpest of eyes – and those who had been tracking her healing’s careful progress – would be able to mark the way she favoured the wound she’d taken to her side, or the way her new scar tissue pulled uncomfortably at her neck and shoulders as she settled into a stance.

“They’re going to spar?” Varshahn’s tone betrayed his surprise, and no wonder. The Warrior’s recovery had been slow and painstaking, beginning months before her arrival to the city and carrying on for many weeks after. It seemed only recently that she’d grown weary simply walking the city streets – here, she seemed to think she was ready to fight.

“It’s the only time it’s a fair fight,” Estinien replied, seemingly content to be intentionally obtuse. “None of us stand a chance against her when she’s fully well.”

The satrap seemed to weigh his words, studying the hero from a distance with the sort of fatherly eye that betrayed his age far beyond the simulacrum he employed. “She will get hurt.”

That, at least, made Estinien turn to face him, one eyebrow arched. “You think for a minute that he’d hurt her? I’m more concerned for Aymeric.”

The couple faced each other with the easy familiarity that came only with many years spent together. Members of the Radiant Host gathered comfortably at the fence, arms crossed and nudging each other good-naturedly at the idea of seeing the two seasoned warriors face off against each other, while bets were placed in more than a few hands.

“They blunted their weapons with temporary alchemy,” Estinien added, turning back towards the pair. “It’ll be fine.”

It happened in an instant.

One moment, they were motionless, staring wordlessly at each other. In the next, they were on each other, blades clashing with a sound that rang out into the bright sunshine. They moved nearly faster than it was possible to follow, dodging and slashing around each other with a viciousness that never would have given away the true nature of their relationship for any casual onlooker.

Varshahn, however, only had eyes for the Warrior of Light’s face.

It was true that she wasn’t at her full capabilities; he’d seen her in battle during the Final Days, and this was a mere shadow. That wasn’t what drew his attention. It wasn’t even the way she found lightning-fast ways to move around her own limitations, or how she was avoiding landing blows that would cause any actual damage to the Lord Commander.

What caught his eye was her fierce, nearly savage joy at having a sword in her hand once more.

“She’s been cooped up too long.” Estinien’s voice at his side was quietly approving, and his eyes followed the same path as the satrap’s. “Just you wait. This will do more for her recovery than any healing poultice ever could.”

It was over nearly as quickly as it had begun. A few moments of violent movements later, and the champion of the Source had the Lord Speaker of Ishgard flat on his back, her blunted blade hovering directly above his exposed throat.

“Pay up.” Estinien collected his winnings with cool assurance, stowing his coin safely away where it could be irresponsibly spent later. On the training grounds, Aymeric got to his feet, relief warring with pride in his expression as he squeezed the Warrior’s wrist just a fraction of a second longer than was strictly professional before moving away into position again. The expression on her own face was as hard and unreadable as ever, but there was something lighting her expression – something in her eyes, maybe, or that particular tilt of her head where any other person would have laughed – that made her nearly impossible to look away from.

Perhaps it does make sense, the ancient wyrm thought for a brief moment, why so many of these mortals seem to love her so.

At Varshahn’s side, Estinien had disappeared.

“Don’t make me lose the money I just won on you.” Having hopped the fence in one nimble movement, the former Azure Dragoon approached the couple with his lance drawn and held loosely at his side, prepared to enter the fray with as much determination as any true battle they’d faced.

On the sidelines, Varshahn turned to look up at one of his Radiant Host, wide-eyed with an almost childlike innocence on his small face.

“How does one enter the pot?”

#ffxivwrite #ffxivwrite2023 #post-endwalker #endwalker spoilers #I care about her and her dragon boys #and her dragon-adjacent boys

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bluemoonfantasiesiii · 2 years

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Albedo had been acting differently for the past few weeks. He was much jumpier, more alert. Everyone figured something had happened on Dragonspine. After all, strange things always seemed to happen on that Archon-forsaken mountain. However, the fact that it was enough to shake the stoic Chief Alchemist had the people of Mondstadt whispering amongst themselves.

No inch of Albedo’s field of vision was left unchecked as he walked briskly through the square toward the Knights of Favonius headquarters. It was late enough that all the shop owners had closed their businesses for the night and most everyone had gone home. Only the street lamps and the light of the moon illuminated his hurried stroll, leaving him in a state of vulnerability he hadn’t felt since the first day he woke up alone with nothing but a note from his master.

Out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of himself. Just to his right, barely in his peripheral, and his heart pounded against his chest as he whirled his whole body around to face his double with a gasp, Cinnabar Spindle halfway summoned into his hand, when he realized that his doppelgänger was doing the same.

He was staring at his own reflection in a darkened window.

He forced his posture to relax as he sent his sword away, but he could do nothing to quell the trembling in his hands or the racing of his heart. In the window, he saw the panic in his own widened eyes, his shoulders heaving with his labored breath. Most importantly, he could just make out the golden star on his throat. He knew he needed to stop reacting to his own reflected image like this before he caused a public hysteria, but each time he stared into his own eyes, he was reminded that his imposter - his older brother - was still out there somewhere.

He couldn’t bring himself to kill Subject Two. How could he even consider it, now that he knew Subject Two was a fully-fledged person. The more Albedo thought about it, the more he realized that Subject Two was even better at being human than he was.

Albedo had always lived by what his master told him. He had no desires of his own. He existed to follow her orders, to complete her assignments. He was hers. Even now that she was no longer here to oversee him, he was still chasing the answers she’d asked him to find. While Albedo did want to blend in with his human companions, he had never envied them. He had never envied anyone.

Subject Two very much had a will of his own. He had his own desires separate from Rhinedottir, and his envy was his driving force ever since he first laid eyes on what Albedo had. He was more human than Albedo could ever hope to be, and perhaps the Chief Alchemist felt a bit disheartened by that. After all, he was meant to be the golden child of Gold, the successful product of the Primordial Human Project. He should know how to be human, but he didn’t. Not truly. Everything he knew about humanity came from what he observed of his friends and colleagues. In a way, he, too, was a result of mere mimicry.

He often found himself wondering whether or not he regretted killing the Fellflower. He regretted destroying such a complex creation, but did he truly feel remorse for taking the life of something that so seamlessly blended in with human beings because of how human the creature felt?

The fact that he couldn’t form a solid answer to that terrified him.

A cold hand on his shoulder threw him back into a panic, teal eyes wild with fear as he stumbled to put distance between himself and—

“C-Captain Eula,” he stammered. The blue-haired woman crossed her arms, sunset-colored eyes narrowing at the usually reserved alchemist’s reaction.

“Captain Albedo,” she greeted curtly. “I tried getting your attention several times, but you were so rudely ignoring me in favor of your own thoughts. I will be exacting vengeance for this.”

The Reconnaissance Captain pulling her usual antics soothed Albedo’s nerves a bit. “Apologies, Eula,” he said. “I’ve just…had more on my mind than usual lately. It’s nothing to worry about, though.”

The Spindrift Knight huffed. “How simple-minded do you think I am, Albedo?” she chided. “You’re still shaken up about the incident with the imposter, aren’t you?”

The man jolted, not used to being seen through so easily. “I…” He wasn’t sure how to respond.

“It’s been plaguing my mind, as well,” Eula admitted. “Like you, I’m no stranger to Dragonspine and its anomalies. But that… A whopperflower with the ability to mimic a human is unusual even for Dragonspine.”

The more Albedo bit his lip, the more danger his friends would be in. He knew this. In allowing his brother to live, he opened the door to another attack. He had no idea what Subject Two was capable of, how long he could hold onto his resentment, nor how far he was willing to go to achieve his goals. But he also couldn’t risk revealing his true origins, not when he knew there were people in Mondstadt who were already wary of him, including its Archon. Although there was no one else in the area, Albedo knew there was a Knight making their rounds, so he took Eula by the wrist and pulled her into a more secluded alleyway between some shops and a stairwell.

“Albedo?! Unhand me!” she shouted. She yanked her arm out of the other’s grasp as he looked around to make sure they were alone. He was so used to being painfully aware that someone was listening on Dragonspine. Eula was quickly becoming unnerved by the alchemist’s paranoia. “Explain yourself!”

“Eula, you’re the only one I can trust with information right now,” Albedo said finally. “At least for now. Just until I can figure out the best way to make it public knowledge.” He sucked in a breath. “That mutated whopperflower didn’t happen by chance.”

“I had some suspicions,” Eula admitted. “Go on.”

“I’m not the only one who studied under my master. I tried to deny it for the longest time, but at some point, my master’s research took an extremely dangerous turn. I fear the Fellflower may have been the creation of another of her students.”

“So that’s why it appeared to be targeting you,” Eula concluded. “Did you and this other student have some sort of rivalry.”

“We weren’t studying under her at the same time,” Albedo said. “We’d never met in person before that incident on the mountain, but…without my knowledge, my master displayed an unhealthy amount of favoritism toward me. For whatever reason, she rejected him as a student and left him in order to teach me.”

“And this other student is still at large,” Eula said.

Albedo nodded. “I know how to find him, but I can’t bring myself to take him out,” he confessed. “It wouldn’t be right. He just wants to have a place in this world. If I can just talk to him—”

“Albedo.”

The alchemist jumped. “Y-yes?”

“What do you expect me to do with this information?”

“Just hold onto it for now,” Albedo said. “Let the other captains know if you feel you must, and be wary of any abnormal behavior from me. This other student has also figured out how to replicate my appearance,” he lifted a gloved hand to touch his birthmark, “and he’s figured out that this mark on my throat was the key to telling the difference.”

“You’re already behaving quite abnormally,” said the Spindrift Knight. “Perhaps a code word would be more efficient in telling you two apart.”

“Yes,” Albedo nodded in agreement, taking a moment to think. “For now, the others should start conversations with me by asking ‘What color is the isotoma at dusk?’ and if I answer anything other than ‘Gold,’ it isn’t me.”

Eula nodded. “Alright. I’ll pass this on to the others.” She placed a cold hand on his shoulder. “You should get some rest, Albedo. I’ll walk you to your quarters at HQ.”

“Thank you, Eula,” Albedo said with a small, grateful smile. As they left the alley, they failed to notice the shadow lurking out of the view of the stars.

“Of course you would use her name,” he scoffed, watching the two figures fade into the night. “You really should be more vigilant, baby brother. The mountain isn’t the only place with eyes and ears.”

With his younger brother none the wiser, the failed experiment slinked off into the night, back toward the frigid mountain where he emerged.

#moon writes shit #genshin impact #albedo #eula lawrence #subject two

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rantsintechnicolor · 6 months

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Long distance

nsfw

She sent a picture of herself settled in bed, lit by a reading lamp, with a book and her cat. It wasn’t a particularly sexy picture. She was fully clothed, wearing a red, plaid button up shirt with a high collar and pearl snap buttons. Something about her small smile and relaxed posture made him hungry. Or maybe there was just a beautiful woman looking out at him from a bed.

He had an idea. He pulled off his shirt and sent a text that said, “oops” and snapped a picture of himself trying to look similarly relaxed, though his expression betrayed his arousal. He didn’t linger long on the question if he should send it.

He waited several minutes for a reply and wondered if she had gone to sleep. Maybe she made her phone silent. Maybe the cat was laying on her phone. Maybe she was avoiding answering. Maybe she did not like his body. Maybe she didn’t like hairy men. But the reply came.

“There is nothing oops about what you just sent me. You can’t possibly accidentally have taken off your shirt or accidentally sent me a thirst picture, lol.” Without the lol he might have thought she was scolding him and felt incredible chagrin.

Then a picture came through. The cat was gone and her book was closed with the bookmark a third through the book. And her shirt was open a few more buttons. He could see the shiny skin between her breasts where one hand held the fabric open. He could just imagine the sound of the snaps coming undone as she pulled them apart slowly, one at a time.

Another text: “Shall I continue?” Desire kicked hard between his legs.

He hurriedly replied. “Yes please.” Without auto correct it would have had several misspellings.

Another picture came through. She had changed the aspect of the phone. He could see her lips and chin and everything below that. Her smile was a little stronger and it had a powerful confidence. A few more buttons down and in the curve of her breast he saw the a dark, flat mole, like a beauty mark.

His breath came a little quicker as he pulled down his shorts to reveal the hair on his pubis. While not a terribly muscular man, he did have some definition in his adonis belt. He tried not to suck in too much. He wanted it to look natural, but sexy. Not that he thought it mattered so much. They were doing this. He sent his new picture.

In her next photo, her shirt was all the way open. She was in much better shape than he was, not a six-pack but strong ab definition, yet a healthy roundness under her navel. One of her nipples was visible, soft and pink with a few hairs around it. Her breasts weren’t too big, but also not small. He noted a chicken pox scar that would have peeked out of a bra. She had her knuckle in her mouth and she was biting it. A beautiful torso. A perfect body. He couldn’t believe she was showing it to him. He wondered what she smelled like. Was her skin as hot as his?

He too framed his next shot from his mouth down, lips slightly parted. With his other hand he pushed down his shorts and covered his penis with his hand. It had to be hot, but not cross the line or any cyber flashing laws.

Next pic was accompanied by a text, “mmmmmm.” Her shirt had been pushed up over one shoulder and both of her breasts were exposed. One hand was under her waistband. Her mouth was open and he just imagined a pleasurable groan or fast exhalation of air escaping from it. He imagined what it would be like to catch it in his mouth. Next pic of her was in profile, like she had set up the shot on a timer. One hand clutching one breast and the other in her pajama shorts, her back arching, knees at different angles pointing up, and her mouth open even wider in ecstasy.

The whole time he was stroking himself, and he imagined she was, too. He wondered what it would be like to crawl between her legs and press his face into her hot, wet flesh. Would she have lint in her navel? Would her neck be soft? Did she wear perfume or use scented lotion? What would she taste like?

“Are you close?” she texted.

“So close.” He replied and soon he was. He came not long after and cleaned up with a piece of laundry. He was just about to text, “did you cum?” When her next photo arrived. She was on her side again. Her hips were open to him and he could see her navel. She leaned on her arm which closed her shirt and covered her breasts. Her hand clutched her pillow and hid her mouth, but around her eyes she was smiling an ecstatic post climax smile. She looked coy and immensely satisfied.

Her next text: “that was fun.” He wondered if the inside of her vagina was still convulsing from her orgasm. Another text. “That was a first for me.” He was surprised and gratified she had chosen him.

He sent her a picture of him smiling on his pillow, glasses a little askew. He followed with a heart emoji, and, “that was incredible. You are so beautiful.”

“Dawwww. Thank you. Okay. time for bed, handsome. It’s late. Sleep well. Good night.” She sent an emoji blowing a kiss. He sent one back, and settled down in bed, savoring the memory of that last picture. And the next day his mind would wander back to it often.

#what if #writing #romance #long distance #fiction #inspired by a button up shirt #lol #texting #triggers

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matt0044 · 1 year

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Pokemon Heroes: The Black & White Chapter One by matt0044

Warning: This chapter may contain implications of mental illnesses and self-anxieties in the beginning. Proceed with caution.

Chapter 4: All In The Family

Oshawott hit the mud face-first after a nasty Tail Slap across the cheek. He barely got up to spit out the dirty water and looked up at Hilda pleadingly.

[I... can still... fight,] Oshawott swore up and down desperately only to be met with a rather blank look from his Trainer. [I-I-I can win this.] Hilda's eyes were shrouded by her cap's brim but her mouth was a slight frown that made him scared all the more. [Please...]

"I need to think..." his Trainer replied in a fairly bummed out tone of voice while holding up his Poke Ball.

Oshawott shut his eyes when the red beam hit and opened his eyes to... nothing. An empty void of blackness wherever he turned.

[Hilda?] Oshawott anxiously cried out. [Anyone?]

"Looks like you lost pretty badly," he heard Professor Juniper's voice speak somberly. "Barely even touched Minnie."

[Wait, no!] Oshawott pleaded in but didn't know where towards. [I got a few hits in.] The voice seemed to be... everywhere yet nowhere. [Didn't I?]

"The little guy's cute and all but... he's not cutting it," Hilda's voice sighed wearily. "Figuratively and literally." Oshawott's blood ran cold at her words. "I'm sorry, Auntie."

[No,] Oshawott whispered, tears welling up in his eyes. [Y-y-you don't mean that...] His breathing shortened considerably as if the blackness was smothering him.

"I suppose he always was a bit hopeless," Professor Juniper conceded reluctantly. "He's nice but that won't win any battles."

[I can do better!] Oshawott shouted frantically with a strain in his voice. [I will do better.] He stumbled about in an attempt to find somebody. Anybody who could help him.

In a distance, Oshawott could make out Minnie from behind and felt a twinge of relief. [Please help me,] he begged, rushing forward blindly. [You can't let Hilda throw me awa-]

[Must I though?] Minnie replied with a tone of voice that was soaked in disdain. Oshawott stopped dead and felt his body go cold from an all too familiar fear. She wasn't speaking in the usual squeaks of a Minccino... but in hissing.

[By the sound of things,] Minnie hissed while turning around slowly, [it would be in everyone's best interest if you simply ceased to be.] Her beady eyes held the slitted pupils of a Snivy. The Snivy Oshawott hoped he had left behind.

The Sea Otter Pokemon couldn't speak in his unmitigated fear, let alone breath, when Minnie began to marched towards him. She came closer while also growing bigger and bigger.

[Would that not be for the better?] Minnie postured. [Would everybody be more at ease without you to complicate matters?] By the time she was a foot away from Oshawott, she was bigger than a Krokorok and morphing slowly into the Snivy he grew to fear. [Aren't you tired of being a burden?]

Oshawott wanted to run and scream but felt... glued to the spot, looking up at the enormous Grass Snake Pokemon. As if a part of him... agreed with her?

No.

No. No. No.

It wasn't true. Oshawott shook his head violently to dash the idea from his head. He wasn't considering...

Was it?

[Too weak to do it ourselves, are we?] Snivy boomed despite her cold tone of voice. [Very well.] She slowly raised her right foot above Oshawott. [What are friends for?]

The Sea Otter Pokemon had second to run out of the way but found that... he couldn't. Snivy's right foot slowly stepped on him and slowly began to press down. Oshawott felt himself smother and unable to breath with such a heavy weight pressing down on him. The Sea Otter Pokemon found his cries for help muffled when he woke back up and found something heavy really was weighing down on him.

Oshawott recognized Hilda's pink pajama top while feeling her chest heaving up and down into him. Her snoring was loud enough to fully wake him up to boot. The pressure wasn't anything the Sea Otter Pokemon couldn't take but he still found it more than a little hard to breath. Especially under a rather soft yet firm area much to his curiosity.

[Hilda!] Oshawott managed to call out however muffled. [You're crushing me.] He pushed up against his Trainer's body if only to shove her awake but found her to be virtually dead to the world. Minnie's warning about Hilda's tossing and turning suddenly didn't seem so trivial at the moment.

"...mmmm... s'not your puddin'... Purrloin..." Hilda slurred in her slumber, laying front down. "...get 'er... Pidove..." Her body rocked about from Oshawott's vain attempts at either tossing her off or waking her up. Not without a few... drastic measures.

[Forgive me, Hilda,] Oshawott prayed before channeling Normal-type energy throughout his body. He tried to be as gentle as he could in pushing his Trainer off of him with greater ease with his boosted strength. The Sea Otter Pokemon gasped in fresh air and stood up hastily but put a touch more elbow grease despite his best efforts.

Hilda rolled onto her right side in the process... and processed to fall off the edge of the bed. Oshawott winced when he heard the thump and the inevitable cry of pain that followed suit.

[Oops...] he could only gulp nervously, still fresh from his nightmare. [Anything broken, Hilda?] Oshawott could hear her silently curse under her breath and feared the worst.

"I've had worse from Minnie," Hilda quipped while lifting herself up from the carpeted floor, kneeling down. "Who needs alarm clocks when you got Pokemon, right?" She laughed in an effort to downplay her initial morning irritation for Oshawott's sake. However, it couldn't keep her from wincing over the sore bruise on her cheek.

Oshawott felt his nerves settle after seeing Hilda put on a happy face and decided to fess up. [I'm sorry for the rude wake-up call,] he apologized with a humble bow. [It was hard to hold back let alone breath.]

"Oh no no no no," Hilda insisted apologetically, grabbing Oshawott with both hands. "I'm the one who forgot I had a sleepover last night." She put a surprised look in Oshawott's eye with a peck on the forehead. "I didn't hurt you, did I?" Her eyes were taking a cue from her Starter with how big and worrisome they looked.

[Nothing I couldn't handle,] Oshawott quickly touted with a more confident front. [I've had worse from Minnie.] His little call-back got a a smile back on Hilda's face thankfully. He was mainly relieved to see that she wasn't upset anymore.

Not now.

"I just might put it on our training regimen then," Hilda joked while placing Oshawott down onto the carpet. "Until then, a girl's gotta get ready for the day ahead if you'll bear with me." She stood back up to make a beeline right for her desk where her Personal Computer and X-Transceiver were charging on their respective ports.

"Looks like Auntie Aurea got a head start to the lab," Hilda went on, reading the texts on her device before strapping it to her wrist. "She even took Minnie so you just know she's desperate to pass sanitation." One tap of her P.C. removed her pajamas in an instant and left a can of body spray.

"We're expected around One so it won't so much 'seize the day' as much as 'seize the morning and a touch of the afternoon," Hilda continued while grabbing the can. "Not that I haven't made do with less." She began to spritz herself if only to save time on a morning shower. "And believe me, we're gonna make the most of it." Minnie would balk at it but that was the fun of it.

While Hilda rambled on, Oshawott couldn't help but let his thoughts drift to his dream and his smile melt into an anxious frown. He couldn't remember most of his nightmare but could certainly feel the fear of it lingering in his heart. It only got worse when he could remember that the inspection was already upon them.

[It won't happen...] Oshawott quietly lied to himself, closing his eyes. [It won't happen...] The thought of Snivy snuffing him out under her foot came back to mind. [It. Won't. Happen...]

"Think fast, Oshawott!"

The Sea Otter Pokemon snapped out his thoughts to look back up and see a small bottle being tossed his way. Oshawott was quick to catch while just barely fumbling it in his paws. He looked up to find Hilda putting her hair up in a ponytail with her clothes from yesterday back on.

"What is this?" Oshawott asked, almost forgetting his previous anxieties. The cap had a plastic lid that easily popped open for him.

"Protein shake," Hilda answered while picking up a mini-carton of her own. "Just a little thing to tie you over until breakfast." She started for her bedroom door while checking her inventory for the essentials. "Bought them in bulk as part of a Starter Pokemon discount."

"We're not eating here?" Oshawott questioned in confusion, following his Trainer while keeping hold of his carton.

"On a day like today?" Hilda replied with a touch of sass, taking a chug of her shake. "Where's the pizzazz?" She was still sifting through her P.C. before coming across what she was looking for. "I've had this little shindig planned before we blaze a trail through Unova." One tap on the screen materialized the baseball cap onto her head. "And you're our guest of honor."

[A party for me?!] Oshawott exclaimed, his spirits truly rising with his smile. [I certainly am honored] He started to bow but remembered his Protein Shake in time to not spill.

"Consider me your chauffeur this fine morning," Hilda chortled while curtsying, putting on the worst Galarian accent ever. "The bike awaits, Young Master Oshawott." She opened the door and heading into the hallway while working down more of her Protein Shake.

[Right behind you!] Oshawott called while following with more pep in his step. Maybe this would be a good day. [By the way, what is a bike?]

Oshawott soon found his answer in the form of holding onto Hilda's bicycle basket and crying out for dear life. The house of suburban Nuvema flashed by with the speed his Trainer was pedaling and through an impressive streak of green lights no less. The Sea Otter Pokemon had to really batten down when they served around their fair share of sharp curves. A series of small potholes and uneven sidewalk tiles really gave their trip a little bounce than expected.

"Sorry for the rough ride, Oshawott," Hilda swore through all her panting. "Seize the morning and all." She turned on a local street just before the shopping district. "I've only ever crashed once... a week." Her face went lightish-red over the silent admission.

[W-who's complaining?] Oshawott replied in an attempt to hide his anxiousness, putting on another confident look. [The rougher, the better!] He went so far as to stop holding onto the basket's edges and put his paws to his hips boldly. [Full speed ahead, helmsman!]

A pothole Hilda missed too Oshawott up on that challenge when she bumped and barely had time to recover from such a dip. The Sea Otter Pokemon wailed when he bounced out of the basket and ended up just barely grabbing the edge before he could fall out. His Trainer kept bicycling despite feeling shaken herself.

[Or half speed!] Oshawott hastily course corrected, flailling his flippers in fear of falling. [Half is good!] He quickly managed to lift up with his paws and dump himself back in. [Maybe a quarter if you prefer?] The Starter Pokemon managed a very shaky smile and chuckle while panting heavily.

"Very good, sir," Hilda chortled back, reveling in her cringey accent once more. "You'll be pleased to know that we're halfway there."

Oshawott looked back ahead and was surprised to see how the road they were on about to end in a cul-de-sac before leading into a dirt trail amongst tree. They were the most trees that the Sea Otter Pokemon had ever seen even back outside of the laboratory for outdoor battle tests. His mouth hung open in awe when Hilda's bike hit the dirt and surrounded them with so much natural beauty to look at.

Hilda smiled warmly the more they went down the trail and felt all her worries wash away. It was like she had come home after a long day. The feeling wasn't too far off as Pokemon along the trail would stop to at least glance their way whenever they rode past.

[Nice Starter, Hilda!] a Patrat called, spilling berries from his stuffed cheeks. [Looks like a real winner!]

[Hilda, darling!] an Unfezant chirped from her nest above while feeding her babies. [My kids will miss you!]

[Try not to forget about us little folks,] an elderly Stoutland chortled before sniffing the ground for his buried berries.

Hilda waved to each Pokemon who gave their regards to her happily while Oshawott found himself growing curious by all the attention they were getting. A small clearing with a tree stump in the middle came into Hilda's view soon enough, her cue to put on the brakes.

"Last stop!" she called out like a Subway conductor while sliding her ride to a stop. "Please watch your step as you exit the basket."

Oshawott does just that when he lifted himself out of the basket and dropped down to the ground below. All the while, Hilda dismounted while taking out her Personal Computer to quickly digitize her ride and return it to her Inventory.

[Wow!] was all Oshawott could say.

Now that he could stay in place and look around, the trees now towered above him yet didn't intimidate him. Rather, they felt peaceful with the sunlight shining through their branches and leaves. He closed his eyes with a soft smile just beneath. The sounds of distance Pokemon calls across the breezes only cultivated this growing sense of serenity in his heart.

Hilda gave Oshawott a moment to really take it all in and was more than happy to see him share her affection for this slice of heaven. "First time in the great outdoors?" she finally asked, giving him space to really let it all sink in.

[I've only ever been in the backyard of the lab and never seen anything like... this...] Oshawott claimed, his mouth still hanging open in his smile. [Have you ever been here before?]

"Been here?!" Hilda repeated with a hint of excitement. "This is practically a second home for me." She swung around to really take in all the natural beauty like she had so many time before. "Like a Pokemon born human."

Oshawott snapped out of his awe at Hilda's claim and remembered something that he'd been too distracted to ask about. [By they way, I had been meaning ask about-]

"HEEEEEEEY! YOOOOOOU! GUUUUUUYS!"

Oshawott jumped in alarm when Hilda screamed the words from the top of her lungs, drawing them out in a single breath. The Pidove in the tree flew off from the branches in their own fright while various Patrat and Lillipup dashed off. Not merely because of the loud cry but what was likely to come.

[Um... okay?] was all Oshawott could say in his state of confusion, looking at Hilda like she really did become a Pokemon. [What was that about?]

"I said this was like a second home, right?" Hilda repeated with a eager smile and a wink. "You're about to meet the family."

Oshawott still cocked his head in his lingering state of confusion and began to wonder if a lack of breakfast was getting to his Trainer. However, he was soon distracted by rustling leaves from a tree to his right before the same happened with a tree to his left. The Sea Otter Pokemon darted his head between both sides and gulped in anticipation of a potential wild encounter.

However, Oshawott found himself concerned with Hilda once more when he turned and found a weird smirk she now wore on her face. "Hit me with your best shot, girls," she whispered eagerly.

As if to answer her challenge, a silky strings shoot from one tree to the other and another from the other to the one. Oshawott only just looked up when two bugs clad in leaves, one from each tree, swing in on their respective String Shots from their mouths.

Each Sewaddle thrust out one of their feet with Hilda being right where they'll meet, clearly going for a good kick in the head. Their target was just standing around seeming so nonchalant aside from a rather slight smirk on her face. Oshawott attempted to be more proactive in grabbing his Scalchop however hastily.

"Whoops, shoes untied," Hilda pretended to claim excitedly while bending down. The two Sewaddles crash into each other just behind her and fall to the ground like twin sacks of potatoes that went "Ow!"

Hilda pretended to be surprised when she looked behind her and turned around with a slight smug grin. "Sue, Addle," she gleefully greeted the Bug-Type twin sisters when they were still picking themselves back up. "When did you decide to drop on by?" The twins either groaned out of pain or from her very bad one-liner.

[Yuck it up, Hilda,] Sue vowed vigoriously once she'd sprung to her feet.

[We'll knock your block off yet!] Addle chimed in with gutso to back up her sis.

The persistent pair rushed forth to blindly tackle Hilda only for their friend to easily grab them by the leaves on their backs. Even when their human friend held them up, they wriggled about in attempt to give their "rival" a real licking but could only flail their stubby limbs. Hilda giggled over how they were still adorable even after all this time.

Oshawott, all the while, still held his Scalchop in hand but didn't attack over how... bizarre this sequence of events. [Um... okay?] he repeated, figuring that this was happening now with or without proper context.

"A solid 'A+' for effort, girls," Hilda cockily commended, hoping to at least soothe Sue and Addle's rowdiness a smidge. "You actually got up pretty early in the morning this time around." The twins each blew a raspberry at her but she knew they were still a tad salty. "Now if only we could get your Speed up to snuff."

Irony struck in every sense of the word when something sprinted pasted the alienated Oshawott and made him spin on his flipper. He forgot to be dizzy in his horror upon seeing a small light-brown puppy-like Pokemon struck Hilda in the back and made her fall to the ground. Sue and Addle were flung from her hands but landed on their feet while their friend landed face first in the dirt.

[Hilda's here! Hilda's Here! Hilda's here!] the Lillipup yipped with boundless excitement all over her bushy face. [Yay! Yay! Yay!] She even bounced upon her friend's back with her tail wagging nearly at Mach 20.

"Thanks for setting an example, Lilly," Hilda greeted with her smile maintained, trying to save her grimed up face. "It's just the sort of attack Sue and Addle could learn from." She lifted up her head and spitting out dirt. "Yuck."

Sue and Addle burst out laughing over how obvious Hilda was trying to play it cool. Oshawott once again felt like he was given a joke's punchline without any set-up.

[I think she's had enough, Lilly!] a bigger dog Pokemon called out in concern while rushing on past the Sea Otter Pokemon. [What did we talk about pouncing into humans?] The Herdier picked up his little sister by the nape of her neck off of Hilda, holding her beneath what looked like his mustache.

[Aw, Harry!] Lilly whined to her older brother, dropping to the ground with a pout. [I held back!]

[Your holding back doesn't amount to much,] Harry scolded, speaking from personal experience.

Hilda got back up to kneel and break up the canine siblings with an affectionate pet to their heads. "It's very nice to see you two still getting on swimmingly," she joked, trying to ignore her back pain. "Bring it in, doggos." Thankfully, her furry friends smiled back and jumped up to give the better kind of licking.

Oshawott felt relieved when it seemed like the Lillipup and Herdier meant no harm but still felt weird about it all. Hilda letting Pokemon attack her was bizarre enough but that they were her friends and almost enough here to fill up her team. The Sea Otter Pokemon could only hope that this was the last shock his tiny heart would have to take.

A very audible snap of a tree branch sadly proved him wrong as it put him and everyone else on alert. It was so audible that they could tell that somebody wanted them to hear.

"Somebody's saving the best for last, aren't they?" Hilda quipped with a smirk while standing up, eying the trees around her intently. "I thought this soup was lacking a certain spice."

[We swore not the spoil it but...] Sue began, speaking as eager as ever.

[...you're in for a real spanking, Hilda!] Addle finished, sniggering sinisterly with her sister.

A brown rodent of an unusual size with yellow stripes rushed out of the bushes from right behind Hilda and pounced in an attempt to tackle her to the ground. However, the Trainer turns around and managed to grab the Watchog by his fore-arms. Her shoes dig into the dirt while standing her ground against her opponent's raw strength.

[Hilda!] Oshawott cried out. This time, the Sea Otter Pokemon couldn't standby and rushed in while drawing his Scalchop. However, the Sewaddle twins quickly popped up in his way and made him pump the brakes.

[I have to help her!] Oshawott insisted. He tried to go past them but they moved right in front of him every single time.

[You'd need help if you just dove in, new guy,] Sue told Oshawott staunchly. [Believe us, we tried.]

[This ain't Hilda's first rodeo either,] Addle added, pushing the Sea Otter Pokemon back a few feet. [She knows how to wrangle Watcher.]

Oshawott looked up ahead with lingering concerns but soon became inclined to believe the twins. Watcher's hind paws were digging into the dirt considerably with Hilda actually taking a step forth in their Push-Pull stand-off. The Starter started to wonder if Hilda really was a Pokemon herself.

[Guard's sharp as ever,] Watcher assessed, gritting his buck-teeth to not give Hilda any ground. [Seems Trainer life ain't makin' a slacker out of ya.]

"Oh, ye of little faith," Hilda retorted sassily before giving a strong surge forward. "Allow me to reassure you." She reached down to grab Watcher by the torso and haul him up with a great groan within just a second.

Oshawott nearly forgot to breath even with his mouth agape over the sight of Hilda heaving a Watchog over her head and throwing him at a tree. Sue and Addle roar over the so-called carnage on display. Lilly yipped about hyper-actively while Harry held her in his mouth, knowing full well that she'd try to get in on the action.

Watcher managed to land on all fours after taking the hit and got up on his hind legs. "Footing's dull as ever," the Lookout Pokemon heard Hilda retort and looked up to see the triumphant look on her face. "Never account for the soil, do you?" She stuck out her butt to smack it tauntingly and looked back to blow a raspberry like she was still ten all over again.

[That's it...] Watcher sneered back, looking almost too calm about his trouncing. [Keep tootin' yer horn, big shot...] His super sharp eyes spotted something bouncing along the branches light enough for Hilda to overlook.

[Get 'er, Pat!] the Lookout Pokemon cried when he saw the pieces fall into place.

Hilda stopped her teasing just when a smaller, light-brown rodent made a free fall dive from directly above her. He grabbed onto the back of her short with his fore-paws and buck-teeth in order to drag them down in one fell swoop.

Hilda gasped a most mortified cry over the surprise attack while trying not to trip over her pants around her knees. Patrick hanging from her pair didn't help her as she stumbled about.

None of the Pokemon present understood why a lack of clothes could ever concern a human so much. They did, however, have a good laugh over how silly Hilda looked trying to shake Patrick off and losing any composure she'd tried to maintain. Sue, Addle, Harry, Lilly and even Oshawott were giggling if not guffawing over the slapstick on display.

"Patrick!" Hilda barked back with a furious flush of red painted all over her face. "What did we discuss about artificial furs?" She tried desperately to sound in control despite trying not to trip over her shorts or fall from the Patrat hanging onto her. "Just get off before you tear it."

[Much obliged, Ma'am,] Patrick quipped cheekily before dropping off of Hilda's shorts. He landed and dart off to the side just as Watcher pounced upon his opponent.

Hilda found her embarrassment becoming full-blown humiliation when the Watchog tackled her from behind and pinned her to the ground. The soft dirt didn't hurting as much but the force knocked her for a loop or two. Enough for Watcher to exert all his strength upon her and keep her from pushing up against him.

[C'mon, Watcher!] Patrick cheered on, shadow-boxing in his excitement. [Let 'er have it.]

[You got this, Hilda!] Oshawott shouted in support, finding himself caught up in the spirit of battle.

Try as she might, Hilda could only grit her teeth and groan in trying to lift her best friend off of her. [Never counted onna double team, did ya?] she heard him gloated triumphantly into her ear. After four strenuous attempts, Hilda was left catching her breath and eating the biggest slice of humble pie.

"Okay, Watcher," she admitted with her deepest sigh, "you've finally won."

[Hot diggity daffodil!] Watcher whooped while springing up to his feet and punching the air. He could hear Sue, Addle, Harry, Lilly and Patrick joining in on his cheers to his further delight.

Hilda managed to roll onto her back while pulling up her shorts hastily to sit up. "What way to go out," she muttered in both parts embarrassment and bemusement.

[I keep telling ya,] she heard Watcher, getting her to look up. [Y'all humans get real uptight 'bout what you slap on.] There he was holding out his right fore-paw generously despite his pretty patronizing tone of voice.

"I guess next time, I should come at you stark naked," Hilda sassed back with a chortle over how ridiculous it all was at the end of the day. "Nice work making me look stupid at least." She took Watcher's paw and let him help pull her up.

[Can't take too much credit,] the Lookout Pokemon claimed humbly. [Patrick was practicin' his free-falls all night.]

The Patrat scurried up to his big brother's side. [Got ya real good, didn' I?] Patrick giggled at Hilda before he saw the stern look she cast at him. [No hard feelin's?] He twiddled his paws innocently like whenever their Ma caught their in big trouble.

Thankfully, Hilda dropped her sour act and grinned while she knelt down to ruffled Patrick's head. "After you literally caught me with my pants down?" she praised, earning a smile from the little guy. "I'd say that you're overdue to evolve with those slick moves."

[Think you could give us some pointers?] Sue eagerly pipped up, scrambling over with her twin.

[That jump was sick!] Addle praised, making Patrick blushed bashfully.

Hilda happily let the Patrat address his "fan club" when she felt Lilly's paws on her legs. [Don't worry, Hilda,] she heard Lilly sweetly speak. [I think you did great out there.] Hilda was all the more warmed to see the Lillipup wagging her tail while having jumped onto her leg.

"Well, winning isn't everything," she imparted onto Lilly, doing right by her little sister figure. "I'll just have to do better next time." She gave a good stroking to the canine cutie-pie.

[Still wish you had,] Harry chimed in, sounding rather dreadful. [Watcher is gonna be insufferable for days because of this.]

[Y'all got a problem?] Watcher retorted indignantly to his best frenemy, sticking his head down to give the evil eye. [M' bro and I'll take you to task any time, any day.]

Harry spread out his legs with a mean look cast back towards the Watchog and a growl thrown in. The circle of friends began to get pumped for another round of roughhousing, chattering amongst themselves over their favorite to win.

[Um... begging your pardon...] Oshawott spoke up for the first time in what felt like ages. [I don't mean to intrude but… um…]

The Sea Otter Pokemon felt all the more put on the spot when they all turned their eyes upon him at the same time. [Who... even are any of you?] he ventured forth regardless despite his gulp.

[Been thinkin' that m'self,] Watcher replied with an eyebrow raised. [Who's th' squirt, Hilda?]

"Oh man, I really am stupid!" Hilda berated herself with a slap to her forehead before rushing towards Oshawott. "I'm so sorry I complete forgot to introduce you to everybody." She scooped up her Starter Pokemon from the ground and hoped that her hold would comfort him. "The world really slips away when you got friends like mine."

[These really are your friends?] Oshawott exclaimed in bewilderment before looking back at the Pokemon in question. Most of them put on their best smile while Watcher had a more perturbed expression on his face.

"My very best I could ask for," Hilda happily answered. "I do have a few human friends but only a few who I hang out with regularly." She remembered how jealous Georgia would get about her being homeschooled. "Luckily, a trip to the woods cures even the worst boredom can dish out."

Oshawott was amazed by the idea that a human had a place amongst wild Pokemon but began to connect the dots. He hadn't been sure about it at first but now it seemed all too apparent. However, the Sea Otter Pokemon forgot to voice his question when he found himself lowered back to the ground.

"Everybody, meet my Starter Pokemon," Hilda asked while putting Oshawott back on the floor. "Come and introduce yourselves but try not to overwhelm him, okay?" She squat just behind him like a mother seeing off her son on the first day of school.

[P-pleasure to meet you all,] Oshawott spoke with a humble bow, trying to put on a smile.

[Pleasure's all our's, new guy!] Sue greeted back happily, scuttling towards Oshawott. [I'm Sue, the smart twin.]

[And I'm Addle,] Addle greeted, coming up on her sister's left, [the smarter twin.]

[How do I tell you two apart?] Oshawott asked in his confusion, unable to see the difference between the two.

"You don't," Hilda answered rather knowingly. "And that's just how they like it." A snigger between the Sewaddles spoke volumes for her.

[Hi, I'm Lilly,] the Lillipup yipped, trotting up to Oshawott gleefully. [You smell really nice.] The Sea Otter Pokemon jumped back a bit in caution while she rattled on excitedly. [Did you have cookies for breakfast or dinner?]

[You're... not going to tackle me, are you?] Oshawott warily asked.

[Nah, silly,] Lilly laughed. [We're not besties yet.]

"Trust me," Hilda reassured Oshawott rather cheekily, "your time will come."

[Oh... good...] the Starter Pokemon gulped anxiously.

[She doesn't mean any harm... intentionally,] Harry promised, coming up behind his little sister. [I'm Harry and the one who keeps this little gremlin in check.]

"Tries his best anyways," Hilda sassed smarmily.

Oshawott felt more at ease with his Trainer's color commentary until he turned right to find Patrick staring at him with his red-ringed eyes. [Um... Patrick, is it?] he broke the ice awkwardly. [Is there something in my teeth?]

[Just curious, s'all,] the Patrat pondered while leaning in closer. [Ain't seen no Pokem'n like you 'round these here parts or any other parts.] Oshawott leaned back in discomfort due to his shrinking personal space. [Where'd Hilda snag you from?] The Sea Otter Pokemon yelped when he fell down after leaning back too far.

"What did I say about 'overwhelming,' Patrick?" Hilda firmly reminded her furry friend before picking Oshawott back up. "Sorry about his inquiring mind, Oshawott."

[Ya won't find that critter in our wood or water, Pat,] Watcher chimed in while strolling over, sounding a touch cocksure. [Lab rats like 'im one prob' never seen the wild before.]

Oshawott couldn't help but feel like the Watchog was judging him rather harshly even if his tone was more lighthearted. He looked up to find him looming right over him and giving off a slight Snivy vibe. The kind of vibe that unsettled his stomach badly.

"What my oldest friend, Watcher, means to say," Hilda began with a fairly force friendliness in her voice, "is that Starter Pokemon are a rare thing in the wild." She cast a very firm glare with her eyes alone at the Lookout Pokemon over Oshawott. "He's concerned if you'll be able to adjust as all." Watcher's gulp wasn't nearly subtle as he'd hoped. "Right, old buddy, old pal?"

[Yeah, just lookin' out for the new guy,] the Watchog hastily claimed with an uneasy smile, bending down to Oshawott's level. [Stick with me and I'll show ya the ropes, squirt.] He could hear his friends snickering over how Hilda had him by the ear without touching.

[O...okay,] Oshawott replied with a more comforted look on his face.

The Sea Otter Pokemon could tell that Hilda had a hand in his course correction but knew that they all meant well. In fact... Hilda had seemed to know exactly what her friends were saying and how to response now that he thought about it. It was one thing when it was mainly him and her but now...

[Hilda... can you talk to Pokemon?] Oshawott ventured forth, hoping that he didn't sound dumb just then.

His Trainer and her friends collectively cast their eyes towards him with a rather blank if concerned stare. The Sea Otter Pokemon gulped in fear that he might've tripped on a landmine or however the humans tended to phrase it. Either way, it felt awkward for about four seconds thankfully.

[Seriously, Hilda?] Sue began incredulously.

[You didn't tell him?] Addle backed her sister up.

"I thought he'd caught on," Hilda said defensively. "I mean... you never brought it up, Oshawott."

[I thought you just pretending or going off by my mood,] her Starter claimed in his own defense. [I don't know if you noticed but most humans can't understand us.]

[Well, Hilda ain't whatcha call "most humans," squirt,] Watcher chimed in, folding his arms to look like the big guy on campus. [Any cry or yelp we make comes out as human speak in that sharp noodle of her's.]

[That's amazing,] Oshawott exclaimed with growing excitement, looking back at his Trainer. [Did Professor Juniper teach you this?] He would've wagged his tail if he were Lilly right now.

"Auntie Aurea wishes she was that good of a Professor," Hilda laughed with a snort. "This is a secret gift that's been in my family for generations." Her expression softened up subtly. "My mother shared it with me and made it clear that neither people nor Pokemon shouldn't know about it so easily."

[Your mother?] Oshawott mentioned curiously, remembering something else he meant to ask. [Come to think of it, I've never seen her back at the house.] He did remember a picture in Hilda's room of an older woman with brown hair. [Will I meet her soon?]

Oshawott looked up at his Trainer with eagerness in her eyes before finding her smile falling slowly. In its place was an reserved expression of what seemed like sorrow. He looked around and found that her friend had similar somber expression on their faces. Even Lilly and Patrick appeared more subdued than they ought to have been.

Oshawott gulped hard. This time he knew that he brought up something that he really shouldn't had. That is until he saw Hilda putting on a smile, one that still seemed melancholy to say the least.

"How about right now?" she suggested warmly.

Without a clear path, Hilda chose to have Oshawott hold onto the back of her ponytail and run deeper into the woods. The Sea Otter Pokemon didn't know how but he found it somehow far more frightful than the bicycle could ever hope to be. She was hopping over those bushes and sliding down that embankment, following signs that she seemed to know by heart.

Her friends were easily keeping pace as Oshawott could see around them. To their right, both Watcher and Patrick leaned down to still run fast on his hind legs but only to stay close to Hilda. To the left, Harry was scurrying along with a tail-wagging Lilly on his black coated back due to her tendency to dash off recklessly.

Up above, Oshawott could see Sew and Addle shooting String Shot after String Shot to swing above them on the trees. He could hear them cheering and jeering like they were some kind of superhero duo. The way that they stuck to the trees with their feet alone still fascinated him.

After what seemed like a while, Oshawott could see the trees becoming less dense up ahead and even make out a road up in the distance. However, his attention was more drawn to a rather wide tree just ahead of them.

Hilda began to slow to a walk just in front of the tree in question before finally stopping within ten feet of it. She caught her her breath as quick as she could while leaning on her knees and let her friend gather all around her.

Oshawott was about to ask where they were before Hilda reached up and lifted him off of her ponytail silently. Once he was placed on the ground, he looked up to find that the frown on his Trainer's face had only become more melancholy. The Sea Otter Pokemon didn't understand why but was wise enough to maybe wait and see.

[Need a few one-on-one?] Watcher asked Hilda, sounding a lot more reserved.

Oshawott looked around to see that none of their previous energy was on display. Lilly surprisingly was looking rather depressed as well.

"Thank you," Hilda replied in a near whisper before walking up towards the tree.

Now that Oshawott had time to focus, he could see that on the tree's shadowed side was a picture in a frame hung on the bark. Around it were a variety of flowers and in it was the photograph of a familiar woman. The same brown-haired woman who almost resembled Hilda down to their eyes and was in a similar photo hung on her bedroom wall. The same woman that he had seen no sign of.

Oshawott's face fell further once said picture became clearer and clearer much to his dismay.

Hilda wiped her wet eyes and steadied her breathing once she can within three feet of the tree. Despite her raw state, she still managed to take in a deep breath slowly and exhale just as long. Her warm smile returned to her face as she looked at the picture of the woman properly.

"Hi, Mom."

To Be Continued...

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@cimetier sent a missive : ❛ no offense, but you look terrible. ❜ from keira to eskel

❛ meme ⋆ keira status ┆ accepting !

&. 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐜 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬.

WORDS USUALLY BRACKETED BY ‘no offence’ were certain to hold offence , but years upon the path where politeness or courtesies were seldom extended to witchers & having been warned away from disillusionment by vesemir during the years spent in training had eskel unphased by such verbiage. as well he was under no false impressions nor held any egotistical delusions of his appearance , although he severely doubted his facial scars had been what the sorceress had been referring to.

JUST AS HE HELD no misconception about his mien on an everyday occurrence , he was acutely aware of how he must look in this very moment.

NOT WHEN HE HAD caught the glimpse of the expression from a young woman who had spied him as she went to close her shutters after he had dropped the trophy from a leshen at the alderman’s place, nor the startled & cautiousness that had came off a pair of brothers with their father when they had came up from the riverbank from securing their boat. the skittish way they had walked by him , the furthest distance they could place between themselves & him on the muddy trail this small town called a road. the long stares, holding trepidation & the unsubtle reek of fear beneath the initial shock that had widened their eyes & dropped their jaws.

EVER WARY WERE TOWNSFOLK at the sight of witchers, if not outrightly mistrustful or hateful. even when there is not a speck of blood nor trails of sinew about their clothes , swords sheathed & no further desire than to just find a spot to eat & rest in a proper bed for a night , even or when , as in this moment , said witcher is plainly hindered by injury. still , quickly had each pair of eyes skirted away from him , whether he had caught their gaze with his own or not.

PERHAPS IF HAD BEEN a welling of shame born from their choice not to offer aid, but not so that it pricked their conscience enough to change. all he had crossed had hurried on about with their tasks. willfully ignoring his presence as he passed them by. not that he truly wished for aid nor even sympathy , this was the way of it when it came to other reacting to his kind. it was expected more so than it was not , & there was a comfort in that familiarity. they weren't hostile thus he counted that a kindness in & of itself.

&& TO GIVE SOME CREDIT to their behaviour , he knew he looked a frightfully more inhuman than usual. despite being unable to see it for himself, he could feel the effects of too many potions flowing through his system. his skin was undoubtedly pale beyond measure, discoloured with dark veins & purple , bruise-like marks to compliment the dark contrast of his eyes that had yet to fade completely , seeming to cast them in an ethereal shadow.

ADD TO THE FACT HIS posture was hunched a slight & his gait was a tad lumbering , taken up to cover a heavy limp along with easing the strain of standing fully upright would place on his ribs & there muscles along his torso , he truly wasn't helping his appearance of something but some feral & dangerous. regardless of feeling like even lifting one of his swords from its sheath would be a feat at presence.

THUS IN SPITE OF such things & unexpectedness of the other’s arrival , he couldn't help the slight upturn to his lips at her words. his mind , addled by numerous potions & blood loss , thinking that lambert would likely quip back with ‘you should see the creature i took down. left it's head still dripping blood on the alderman’s desk’ with a smirk to rival any state of his person. instead eskel dispelled with the mirth that had sprung forth at that fleeting thought , to offer her a greeting smile , uncaring how it twisted the scars along his face & may have only added to his ghoulish appearance , & replied , unboastfully.

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Among the Blues and Greens

Another installation of the Little One series.

Summary: Meditation often allowed for Jedi to discover and learn about their thoughts and feelings, aiding them in solving their problems. This meditation session unfortunately reveals more than you’d like.

Or the one in which Obi-Wan’s Padawan realises she loves him.

Warnings: Language, meditation, slow dancing, yearning, revelations, forehead kisses, Past Obitine relationship mentions

Word Count: 3k

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You were a fraud.

Whenever you felt particularly emotional, you meditated, as any good Jedi was supposed to do. Before daybreak, the gardens at the Sundari Royal Palace were relatively uninhabited, at least by people. You didn’t mind the plants and animals. Their energies were soothing, incorrupt, they just were. That’s how you find yourself there, for the third day in a row, trying desperately to calm the tempest that’s seen fit to take up permanent residence in your mind.

Why were you a fraud? A fake? A poser?

Because here you were, years of training under your belt, pretending to meditate. Fraud.

It was an old ‘trick’ that young Padawans- very young Padawans, you added- resorted to when they were made to meditate. Sitting there with your eyes closed, trying to keep your breathing even. No actual self-exploration or deep diving into your mind, just putting up a facade that any force insensitive being wouldn’t see through.

Unfortunately for you, Obi-Wan Kenobi was Force sensitive.

“You’re pretending,” He muses, lowering himself beside you and crossing his legs, assuming the same position you were in. You keep your eyes closed, forcing your breaths to remain even as if he hadn’t even spoken. He sees right through it, amusement weaving into the deep blues that were his signature.

Oftentimes you wondered what it was like, to be in the middle of all that was him. Observing one’s signature from the outside was very much different than actually experiencing it. Each individual’s signature was different, and his signature was always so wonderful… You wanted to learn more about it, about him. But you knew you wouldn’t ever dare to be brash enough to even brush your signature against his, let alone delve into him fully.

His signature morphs, from the vibrant, rich hums to a gentle, soothing wave. He’s meditating.

You scowl.

He’s barely been sitting down for a minute, and he’s already accomplished what you’ve been trying to do for the past three days.

“Focus your thoughts on something,” He suggests quietly, sending out a wash of calm over your prickling irritation. He’s guiding you, as he used to do years ago when you were a young and distractible little thing, and you let him.

You’d let him do anything.

You’re swept backwards into the deep abyss that’s your mind, and you fall freely, watching Obi-Wan’s signature withdraw slowly from yours. It’s like watching waves upon the shore, gently sweeping backwards and away, taking with it such tiny, essential parts of you while simultaneously shaping you into a thing to behold. It was always, before anything else, soothing.

He didn’t like studying others’ energies too closely. It was a common trait amongst blue sabers, whilst reading people's energies were crucial for the Jedi, studying them at great lengths could often prove to be uncomfortable. But yours, he had said. He wouldn’t mind spending days traversing the inside of your mind if you’d let him.

When you were younger, you’d asked him what your signature looked like to him. He said it was a mass of shades of green that were so beautiful he doubted the mere names of the colours or any other descriptive words would be able to do them any justice.

Beautiful, was the word he’d always use.

And he was…gentle, and kind, and smart. You exhale slowly, no longer stiff in your posture. He’s always been so patient with you, even with his occasional sarcastic comment. The perfect Jedi.

Even as a youngling, you’d hear exaggerated stories from Padawans slightly older than you, or, at least, he insisted they were exaggerated. A few years into your training with him, you began to think that maybe the far-fetched stories weren’t so far-fetched after all.

You’re so lucky, younglings would say shortly after you had become his Padawan. After all, Master Kenobi’s previous Padawan was the Chosen One. You’d have to be something special to attract his attention.

And you were lucky. But not for the glory and the awe that sparkled in people’s eyes at the mention of his name. It was for his undivided attention on you, his genuine interest in the things you enjoyed, his efforts to shift your training to aid in what you wanted to specialise in, even if it was wildly different from what he was good at.

Not that there was much he wasn’t good at.

You loved the way he carried himself, not with arrogance or pride (both of which you thought would have been deserved), but with a humble sort of almost shyness. You loved that he pushed to do better, to be better, not for himself but for you and Anakin. You loved the way he conducted himself with people, even those considered to be the lowest of the lows, he treated them with so much respect and kindness.

Perhaps it was just that he was a decent human being, but that didn’t mean you loved him any less.

You loved the way he’d throw in a sharp remark when facing an adversary, or the way he’d stand tall even in the face of-

Hold on.

You loved him.

You loved him. Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck-

“What are you thinking about?” Obi-Wan calls from beside you, his voice no louder than a low murmur, and it still makes you flinch. “You’ve grown tense.”

Play dumb. You could do that. Just… blurt out something random and leave it at that, and then you can-

“She seems nice.”

FUCK. Not that fucking dumb oh stars above you were so fucking screwed-

“She… The Duchess?”

“Yeah, your Duchess.” Oh kriffing hells, if you could just. stop. talking.

“Duchess Satine is not my Duchess,” His force signature dips suddenly, as if he’s reeled everything back into himself. It pulls you along with it, and you can no longer pretend that you’re meditating. Not with the way your Master turns to face you, studying your features with a concerned curiosity. You tense up again, keeping your eyes trained on a lone tree, a distance away. There’s a caterpillar crawling on one of the branches, and you focus on that. You can tell that he can tell. He’s always been so good at reading you.

“You…” He starts, but stops himself, straightening and regarding you once again.

“Sometimes I find myself having to meditate more than usual. Even up to a few times a day, if I’m…” Obi-Wan’s gaze flickers down from your eyes for just a split second, a movement so quick he doesn’t even realise he’s done it. “Distracted.”

There’s a stutter in your signature, one you try to hide by slamming up your walls, but the brush of Obi-Wan’s hand against your arm has you faltering. The waves of him approach slowly once again, waiting patiently beside the storm that’s your signature.

“What’s gotten you so tense?” He probes gently, the weight of his hand against your shoulder mirroring the gentle reassuring taps of his signature against yours.

“Do you love her?”

You know what. There’s a ledge. Right there. You could just jump off. If you were dead you wouldn’t be facing this amount of embarrassment.

“...I used to,” Obi-Wan reveals, and his admission surprises himself more than it does you. Not that he wasn’t aware of what the extent of feelings for Satine used to be, but admitting it, out loud? It was something he had never done before.

“Used to?”

“It was a lifetime ago, when I was still a Padawan.”

It’s strange. Neither of you want to continue talking, to keep delving into dark and murky uncharted territory, between the blurred depths of what’s allowed and what’s forbidden. It scares you. It scares him too.

“So… what? You decided to give her up?”

He should say something about the way of the Jedi, that attachments were forbidden, and that had anyone else known, they would’ve expected him to leave Satine. If it were anyone else asking him this, he would’ve said it, accompanied by a deserved lecture on subtlety and manners.

But you’re the exception.

You’d always be his only exception.

So, instead, Obi-Wan says, “The Duchess, while a remarkable woman, has a very different outlook on life than I do, even back then.”

There's a stretch of silence that he feels like he needs to fill. “Besides, it gave me the chance to meet people even more remarkable.”

“Not many people can compare to the Duchess of Mandalore,” You mutter, closing your eyes to block out the sight of him when he gets to his feet.

“No,” Obi-Wan agrees. “Although the Duchess couldn’t come close to comparing to you.”

And with that heart-stopping revelation, he leans down and presses a lingering kiss to your forehead.

“Focus,” Obi-Wan whispers in your ear, and then he’s gone.

Now you really couldn’t concentrate.

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“Breathe,” Obi-Wan had instructed you, sitting beside your fidgety body with his own long-since perfected form.

It was the second week into your Padawan training, and it had taken Obi-Wan twenty three minutes to get you to sit still. Not including the sixteen minutes it took to get you past the normally three minute walk from library to your room, or the seven minutes it took for you to pad over to him and sit beside him. Not for your lack of trying, Obi-Wan mused, watching you fidget once again.

Your eyes fly open at his words.

“If I stop breathing during meditation will I die?”

Yeah, okay, that one was on him. It takes a lot of control for Obi-Wan not to choke on his overwhelming surprise at your words.

“Meditation can only occur when you stop speaking, little one,” He hints, keeping his posture straight. Thirty two minutes now, he’s been sitting in this position, not meditating, but focused on your wild little signature.

“Oh, yeah,” You concede, shifting again and screwing your eyes shut.

Master Kenobi, the whisper-shout in his head very nearly startles him, and Obi-Wan can’t keep pretending his focus is impeccable. He turns to regard you with wide eyes and raised eyebrows. If I stop breathing during meditation, will I die?

Again, to your credit, you weren’t exactly… speaking.

Perhaps that’s why, with a self-indulgent smile, he sends back a quick no.

Okay, you accept happily, shifting again in your seat. Your early days were so much like Anakin’s. Both of you, filled with a curiosity and outlook on the world that only children could view, and it baffled him to no end that both of you viewed him in exactly the same way.

You just accepted everything he said without much thought, readily eager to believe that your Master was always right, because what else could he ever be? It was perhaps that specific period of time during both his Padawans’ training that Obi-Wan was the most stressed. The first few years were the years he felt as though he could disappoint you the most, to fail to protect you and teach you and nurture you.

He didn’t fail. He didn’t even come close. You’d tell him if you could. Anakin would tell him too. But it just wasn’t a conversation Jedis had.

And…there.

You’re not meditating. Obi-Wan opens his mouth to say something, but the words die in his throat when he feels you oh so carefully reach out your signature. He follows along at a distance, careful not to alert you, and he watches as your signature gingerly approaches the plant situated outside your apartment door.

The plant. You were connecting with the plant.

You’re calm, he realises. Nearly ridiculously so, if he didn’t know any better he’d think your signature was that of a fully trained knight. The spurts and bursts and branches that were usually your energy flutter gently down, acting obedient and serene.

It’s… for lack of a better word, beautiful.

So with your thoughts centered around that little plant outside, all Obi-Wan has to do is give you just a little nudge that blocks out all other distractions for you- maybe it’s cheating, but he wants to see what will happen.

And then you’re meditating.

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“It’s the first time I’ve worn a dress!” Swishing the fabrics of the skirt around you, you’re easily entranced by the movement. It’s a pretty dress, courtesy of the Mandalorian court, floaty and airy with barely there off-the shoulder sleeves. It reveals more of you than Jedi robes would ever, but you’re so enraptured with such innocent curiosity that Obi-Wan doesn’t even try to suppress the affectionate smile he gives you.

“You look lovely,” He responds honestly, pushing himself off the couch and taking slow steps towards you.

“I feel like a… like a…” You pause, glancing up from your skirts to fix your eyes on him, mind racing.

“Like a?” Obi-Wan prompts.

“Like a cloud!” You settle for, twirling around as if to emphasise your floaty feeling.

“A cloud?” He confirms, voice laced with amusement. He takes your hand, twirling you around once more through your giggles.

“Yeah.”

“Well, you’re the prettiest cloud I’ve ever seen,” Folding his hand over your own, he steps into your space mid-twirl, his other hand coming to press flat against your back. He doesn’t know what propelled him to do this, to press you against him and pull you into little steps around the room. The giggles he gets from you are enough to diminish any second thoughts he gets, so he hums softly, pressing his cheek to the top of your head.

Your little impromptu dance session is made to end as quickly as it started, a knock on his door reminding the both of you the reason for such fanciful dressing.

A dinner.

It was exciting to you, as most off-world mission events were, so different from the usual routine of your life on Coruscant. Your excitement is blindingly obvious, and yet Obi-Wan, who’s long since tired of having to accept invitations lest the Jedi be perceived as discourteous, Obi-Wan says nothing at all. He gives you a warm smile and gestures for you to move towards the door.

And oh, what a dinner it was. The food was marvelous, the company a little less so, but the moments you’d glance up at your Master to find him already watching you made up for it. If only he weren’t seated so far away… and so close to the Duchess. You don’t turn your head in their direction again.

Apparently a royal dinner on Mandalore was not just dinner, so after an hour of sitting at a table several seats away from your Master and surrounded by boring politicians, you’re ushered into a ballroom. Several ask for your hand to dance, but you turn them down with a polite smile and even politer excuse. You want to dance, you do. Just… not with them.

Then you see her.

She had changed her dress, and she was gorgeous. Elegant and beautiful and carrying herself with such grace even on the dancefloor, she looked every bit the Duchess she was. You sort of hated her.

“The prettiest, huh?” You mutter bitterly under your breath, taking a moment to try to calm yourself. You take another breath when you turn to face Obi-Wan, expecting his eyes to be on her. Everyone’s eyes were on her.

He’s looking at you.

You immediately curse yourself out for the snide comment, hating that you’ve revealed yourself, your insecurities, that he’s going to admonish you for a silly little comment that just slipped out.

Instead, he holds his hand out towards you, and bends down a little in a bow.

“If I may have this dance, my dear?” The words come out as a low murmur, and even with the loud applause of everyone around you signalling the end of the Duchess’ dance, you hear him perfectly. Your cheeks are flushed and you’re trying impossibly hard to keep your breathing even as you slide your hand into his, letting him lead you to the middle of the dance floor.

It’s strange, you think.

The two of you have been in arguably far closer quarters than you were in now, with a decent amount of space between your bodies, joined only by your hand in his and his other hand on your waist. You’ve trained together, sparred together, been forced into close confines in the middle of missions and on occasion even slept in the same bed together.

Obi-Wan’s grip on your hand tightens, the tips of his fingers skimming up your back and brushing tantalisingly against the skin that’s uncovered by the dress.

No, this… this, in front of a whole room of people from all over the galaxy, this was far more intimate than anything ever before. It’s almost as if you’ve been transported back in time just a couple of hours ago, when it was just him and you in the privacy of your quarters.

“The prettiest,” he confirms, voice low in your ear. Your breath hitches at his statement and all its implications. “It’s not even a competition.”

Good things, as all things do, must eventually come to an end. Obi-Wan guides a slightly tipsy and very giggly you back towards your room, laughing despite himself when you trip over your own two feet. The last thing he wants after a successful mission is for you to get concussed by falling.

He bends and effortlessly sweeps you into your arms, letting you swing your legs in the air. It’s not the first time he’s been in this position with you. Perhaps he’s carried you like this a little too often. His thoughts don’t linger on that topic for long.

You change out of your dress and sit cross-legged in front of him, letting him brush out your hair and pull it back into a braid for you to sleep in, actions so practised that they’re not even spoken about.

And on the floor of your room, discarded almost carelessly at the end of the bed, lay two weapons beside each other, one green, and one blue.

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The next one will be Obi-Wan’s revelation ;)

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