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raven-at-the-writing-desk · 2 years

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Hi Raven! If it isn’t much of a bother, what is your opinion on Cheka and Najma in the character bingo? Hope you have a good day and make sure to take care of yourself!

***Standard disclaimer: These are just my personal opinions of the character(s); regardless of what I may think of them, sharing my thoughts is NOT meant to offend or to shame anyone that thinks differently.***

CHEKA WAS THE SAVING GRACE OF THE HOT MESS THAT WAS EPISODE 2 😭 He really just came out of nowhere and stole my heart like that... hey Leona if you don’t like Cheka I can adopt him off your hands for ya, just get Falena to sign off on the release forms--

I don’t think I can say enough just how cute Cheka is????????? His sunny personality and innocence just lights up the whole room, and it contrasts well with how grumpy Leona is. BUAYOFV8ADY8FAASBPI AND HE CALLS LEONA “OJITAN” 😂 (Unca in TWST EN, which is significantly less cute to me, but acceptable)???????? Bruh, that moment of levity was what we really needed to distract from the rest of episode 2 yes I will shit on episode 2 every chance that I get.

It’s so clear that Cheka truly looks up to and adores his uncle. Cheka doesn’t come off as pompous as Simba is (like, remember when Simba just brags to Scar about how he’ll be king of Pride Rock?????), but he shares that same sense of childish obliviousness to the darker things around him. I don’t know, I just find it super endearing how Cheka loves Leona so much and wants to spend time with him despite Leona’s absolute repulsion. Cheka doesn’t let that get to him! He wants Leona to visit him at home, he wants Leona to read his letters, he wants Leona to teach him how to play Magical Shift/Spelldrive! That’s a kind of enthusiasm and pure, unadulterated joy that we don’t get to see often from the main cast of boys.

It’s a shame that we don’t get to see much more of Cheka beyond episode 2 (I think he gets a cameo in the first Halloween event, though it’s just via a phone call), but I get why that’s the case. It’s not like Cheka’s a main character or anything 😔 I just hope that he makes a comeback if/when we have an event where we get to visit the Sunset Savanna.

I’d love to learn more about Cheka and his relationships with the rest of the Kingscholar family, as well as how he deals with his security detail (since Cheka mentions slipping away from them to see Leona) and royal advisors, tutors, and servants (seeing as how Simba saw people like Zazu as a nag). Like, if Leona’s people hate him as much as he says they do (according to his post-OB backstory), then I wonder if Cheka is cognizant of that and if he actively defends his uncle. How does Cheka get along with his dad???? Or maybe we’ll learn why exactly Cheka looks up to Leona so much (besides just Cheka being a wide-eyed kid). I feel like there’s a lot of interesting ground we could cover!

Hey Jamil I’m really into your looks 😎 Think you can introduce me to your sister? Ignore me, it’s a stupid MHYK joke—

Can I just start off saying that I love Najma’s fashion sense???? Her clothes are very reminiscent of the traditional style associated with Silk City (based on what I can see of the Yasmina Silk cards), but has a modern twist to it. The patterns on her hairband and cardigan are absolutely mesmerizing without being too complicated for the eye to process at a glance, and her simple jewelry and mostly solid-colored top and pants don’t distract or compete with those patterns for attention. The turquoise sash at her waist makes the tassels of her shirt look really interesting, and the white flower in her hair is striking against her dark hair. HNNNNGH I just really love how Najma looks! The one thing that kind of throws me off about her is how similar her face is to Jamil’s 😂 which makes sense, because they’re siblings, but they look SO similar (especially their neutral expressions) that it scares me sometimes.

Najma’s interactions with the rest of the cast in the Scalding Sands event were so wholesome, but not in the same way that like... Cheka would be considered wholesome. She still expresses a sense of curiosity about the NRC kids, but she’s much more reserved about it. I also just find it hilarious that she sasses Jamil (like eating his shawarma) and tells embarrassing stories about him to his classmates; it’s very in line with what real life siblings tend to do to get on each other’s nerves. (I’m legally allowed to say that as someone with siblings/j) She’s so cute but in a lowkey shit-eating way...

I love seeing fan content of her; artists get so creative with her drip, and Najma looks good in like. EVERYTHING. My favorite Najma fan content has to be short comics where Najma has heard of some Dumb Shit that Jamil’s been up to and teasing him about it. For example, Jamil was a major part of NRC’s VDC performance; he had a whole rap and dance routine in the middle of it--and I remember seeing so many cute pieces of Najma imitating Jamil’s rap and dance while wearing a smug expression and Jamil getting all annoyed and/or embarrassed about it. IT’S TECHNICALLY NOT CANON, BUT IT SOUNDS LIKE IT COULD HAPPEN, RIGHT?????

I LIVE for Najma and Jamil’s dynamic. Something about all the little things they do and say to each other feels so real and so genuine. Even before we got to meet Najma face-to-face, Jamil would sometimes make remarks like how his little sister said his cooking looks boring (because it was all the same brownish color). Jamil may not exactly care for the act of cooking itself, but he has a lot of pride in his skills, and comments like that clearly get under his skin. AND THEN WHEN NAJMA STARTS TELLING THE GROUP STORIES ABOUT THE STUPID SHIT JAMIL USED TO DO AS A KID AND HE TRIES TO BE ALL COOL AND NONCHALANT ABOUT IT???????? The way they sound kind of exasperated to see each other? The whole “why are you here”, “dad said to come get you, I didn’t want to be here, I wanted to hang out with my friends” exchange???????? That’s so real it hurts 😂

I think that Najma got just enough screen time so as to not overstay her welcome or to overshadow the NRC boys, but I personally wish we got to see more of her (or at least have her make a cameo again in the future). I’m curious about what her relationship with Kalim is like (since it seems she also knows him and played with him in their childhoods)? And I also want to know what Najma’s thoughts are on the Viper family’s history of servitude to the Asims, or if she is or isn’t expected to carry on that legacy since she’s second born. Those would be really cool topics to explore!

#Cheka Kingscholar #Najma Viper #twst #twisted wonderland #disney twisted wonderland #spoilers #ask game #notes from the writing raven #character opinion bingo

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sashi-ya · 2 years

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Chocolate Trafalgar Law x F! Reader Day 18: In front of the fireplace ~

tw: none. just fluff.

wc: 700- It is pretty short, and lacks of a specific plot, but for some reason I felt this prompt would fit a short poetical scenario. So yeah! 💖

a/n: I ended up crying 😅, 'cause I love this man so much and all I want for him is to be happy and stress free.

My dear @simpforroses here I bring you this scenario with our grumpy boy. It's not a story, but a scenario I'm sure you will enjoy as much as I did writing it :3 Thank u for your love and support, I love you so so much! Happy Holidays, my love! 💖✨ ~

The request was:

simpforroses asked: Hi Sashi, sweetheart! I hope you’re doing good leading up to the holiday season! ❤️❤️❤️🌹 If slots are still open for the Chocolate & Peppermint Event, may I ask for Day 18: In Front of the Fireplace with Law and a Fem!Reader (Chocolate) in a modern AU? Thank you so much in advance, and I hope you have fun with this event, love. And thank you for being a gem to this community!! ❤️🌹🌹

Crackling sounds and his breathing,

orange tones bathing his countenance.

Black strands of hair softly falling over the sides of his left cheek, as he rests his head over your lap. Lids shut, peaceful, relaxed expression. Sometimes he frowns and moves his mouth, and you wonder what he is dreaming of. How magic his oneiric world must be, or perhaps against what monsters he might be fighting.

Spending Christmas eve just the two of you in the middle of nowhere must have been the best idea you could ever have. You brush his hair softly, discovering under his bangs a really tiny white spot that never faded away completely. Several barely noticeable freckles over his tanned cheeks also garnishes his face.

“How beautiful you are, Law” you whisper, low enough so you don’t wake him up. After his shift at the hospital, he chose to drive you there, to that cabin you two picked up a few weeks ago. Law was exhausted, as a surgeon, he performed a heart transplant some hours before.

Your eyes wander over each detail his image has to offer. From the golden hoops to his neck and collarbones. The little beauty spot you love to kiss right over his left shoulder is partially visible as his loose t-shirt is slide to the side.

His tanned forearms, a figure that reminds you of a sun inked with pure black. What a dichotomy, so many times he’s been called the “surgeon of death” yet he brings the sun, light, life to many others, including to you.

And his hands, oh his hands.

Beautiful instruments that play with time… “It’s true that your fingers got the word death tattooed on them… cause your hands took the death away from the others” you think.

Outside, a snowstorm plays with the branches of dry trees. The inclemency of the cold air and strong winds made the foliage almost gone at this point. Yet some green pines, perennials and strong, get surrounded by the icy blow of Mr. Winter and his many crystals that we call snowflakes.

And the icy wind, who wants to enter your cabin, whistles through the windows making Law slowly wake up. You caress his back, gently, softly to lull him back to sleep. He mumbles something you are not sure what it really was and falls asleep soon after.

But this time, holding the soft material of your pajama pants in his hand…

Who knows how much time you spent enjoying him before passing out, right there, in front of the fireplace.

“You are so beautiful, (Name)...” he whispers, moving slowly up your lap. Law gently grazes your cheek, tucking your hair behind your ear. Amazed by the beauty of your resting face, he spends many minutes asking himself what did he do to deserve such a perfect treasure. And how you managed to also exist in his dreams, pushing away all the monsters he used to fight since forever.

Law looks around him, a Christmas tree, holiday decorations and the rest of the dinner over the table. Stuff he never liked, stuff he many times refused himself to enjoy were now everything he would look for every December. Oh and every February? Valentine’s? Also, he wants that too. Oh, and October? Yes, his birthday. He wants that too; he waits for it too.

And he wants it just because you are there...

The surgeon wipes away a few tears that blurred his crystalline eyes. “Let’s go to bed” he whispers, carefully picking you up from the pillows on the floor. Your head rests over his shoulder as he carries you to bed. The scent of his skin, the warmth of his embrace, as hot as fire, a fire that burns but does not hurt. A fire that protects, a fire of purest love.

He puts you to bed, sliding into it too. A big futon over you covers your snuggled bodies, and the soft sheets around smell like peppermint scent. You bury your head on his chest, half asleep half awake. And Law brushes your hair with delicacy.

“Merry Christmas, baby” you murmur, nuzzling into his chest.

“Merry Christmas, (Name)-ya… Thank you” 💖~

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naughtyneganjdm · 3 years

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Parenthood

Summary: Being a parent is hard and exhausting, but being married to Joel makes it so much easier for Y/N after becoming a mother for the first time.

Characters: Joel Miller, the reader (OC)

Warnings: Swearing, fluff, etc.

AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/31264607

Notes: Someone requested me to do a short one-shot for Joel and I know I've never written a Joel story directly, so this is my first. Technically I write a version of a character inspired by Joel for The Guest/Arcadia, BUT -- this is what I came up with. In case people didn't know Y/N means your name or you can insert any name you want. Thanks to anyone that reads it! And I also apologize for any potential errors, this was written rather fast and edited when I was really tired.

There it was again, that same incessant buzzing. Truthfully, Y/N should have been used to it by now. It had already been three months. It was the same time, every single night. Yet, when this time of night came, she never found herself ready. Drowsily, her eyes fluttered to an open. The room was still blurry while her tired eyes adjusted to the dark room around her. The only thing that lit up the room was the bright, red light from her alarm clock that she had set up. Three in the morning always came too fast.

Parenthood was the hardest thing she had ever experienced. Not that she didn’t love it. Hell, she loved every second of it, but you’re never prepared for how much work it truly takes when you have a baby. Everyone always warned her that it would kick her ass. Most of the time she thought it was a joke, but now she knew better. Then again, this wasn’t a normal world that she was living in. Maybe if things were ordinary and the world was like it used to be, things would be easier.

The fears of the infected were always lingering at the back of her mind. Not only that, but those that were trying to infiltrate the community was a repeating fear in her mind. There was never a dull moment in Jackson. The anxiety had always been there, but it just enhanced when she became a parent. Because then, you weren’t only thinking about yourself, but you were also thinking about the life of your child.

Finally mustering up enough strength, she turned her head into the pillow and let out a small groan. Sliding her palms out over the cool sheets beneath her, she pushed up with her strength and got herself into a seated position. Throwing her legs over the side of the bed caused a chill to fill her entire body. With the blankets and sheets wrapped around her on this cool fall night it had kept her nice and cozy. Without them, the briskness of the chilly Wyoming air had flooded in through the windows to her bedroom and she shuddered.

Curling her fingers around the edge of the bed, she dug them into the mattress and let out a yawn, “It’s my turn this time baby…”

Hearing nothing in return, she looked over her shoulder to see that her husband was missing from his side of the bed. Stretching out her hand toward his side of the bed, she felt the coolness of the sheets beside her showing that he had been gone for quite some time.

“Joel,” an undeniable grin tugged at the corners of her lips when she thought about her husband. There were no doubts in her mind where he was. It was where he was most nights. Even though they had set the alarm and she was always waking up, this was the same way most nights.

Getting up from the bed, she moved groggily through their dark bedroom making sure not to knock into anything until she managed to turn on the light. It may have been hard waking up at three in the morning for the feedings, but this was easily becoming her favorite time of the day. Quietly opening the bedroom door, she tip-toed through the hallway to try and stay quiet. A light filtered into the dark hallway just right outside the door of the baby’s room.

Coming to a pause, she stayed still in the hallway when she heard the faint sounds of Joel singing quietly and it made her heart full. Joel’s singing was something that had drawn her to him when she had first met him. On the outside Joel seemed like such a shy man. For him to sing, he really had to trust you at first, which of course blew her mind when she found out he wanted to be a singer when he was younger. Even though he was ridiculously charming, handsome and multi-talented, Joel had grown to become someone who was very self-conscious of himself. It was something she had been working on with him for quite some time. After helping him gain some confidence and getting him to open up to people, the walls he had worked so hard to build were slowly breaking down. Now he was giving guitar lessons to the folks in Jackson which was something Joel wouldn’t have done when she had first met him.

Dragging her feet, she stopped at the door to lean against the doorframe. The sight alone caused her heart to flutter inside of her chest. Joel was sitting in the corner of the room in the rocking chair that he had made himself. He was wearing his pajama pants with a burp cloth thrown over his shoulder. In his arms was their son. Joel’s eyes were locked on him with such love and adoration while he sang to him.

Awe flooded through her. It was a picture perfect sight. The two of her boys together reminded her all over again why she fought so hard for the life that she did. Having the two of them in her life made everything worth it. Every day she found herself swooning over her husband in a new way. Joel made it easy to love him. On the outside he appeared to be rough and tough, but he had the biggest heart of anyone she had ever known.

A few minutes she spent just watching the two of them together until Joel’s eyes finally lifted up from their son to see that she was observing. It drew a smile to tug at the corners of his lips, but he didn’t stop singing. Once she knew that Joel was aware she was there, she moved into the bedroom and stepped beside Joel to look down at their son. The sound of Joel’s voice was calming him to the point of falling asleep again. As Joel finished the song, their son was fast asleep.

“He’s beautiful,” she reached out to place her hand over Joel’s bare shoulder, squeezing firmly at it. Joel leaned his head against her arm cherishing the warmth of her close to him. Seeing their son in his arms was beautiful. It blew her mind that together they were able to make something so pure and perfect.

“That’s because he looks like his mama,” Joel insisted and the compliment was intensified by the drawl of his Texan accent. It made her smile, but her eyes were drawn back to their son. Joel cuddled him in closer to his chest and hummed before speaking up again. “Isn’t that right Brayden?”

“Well, I think he looks like his daddy,” she corrected him, her fingers trailing up the side of Joel’s neck and toward his thick graying hair. Caressing over his scalp caused Joel’s eyes to close tightly and a worn-out sigh escaped his throat. “How long have you been in here babe?”

“A few hours,” Joel answered clearing his throat as he nodded over toward the baby bottle that was on the dresser. “I reckon I may have fed him like a half hour earlier than we were supposed to, but he was getting fussy and I figured I’d give you a break.”

“Well that’s because he knows his daddy is always going to be there to pamper him,” she continued to stroke her fingers through Joel’s hair. It was unbelievable how good of a father Joel turned out to be. Even with being as busy as he was for the people of Jackson, he always made sure to be there for Brayden. Even though parenthood was exhausting, she was thankful that Joel was the person that she got to share it with. Overall, Joel was a phenomenal father and husband. Without him, she was certain that she would have driven herself crazy. “I love you so much, you know that?”

“I love you too,” Joel lifted his head to stare up at her with exhausted, hazel eyes. When his eyes connected with hers, everything in the world seemed to fall into place for her. Joel was everything she could ever want and more. Lowering down, her lips collided with his and she delicately kissed him. The coarse hairs from his short beard tickled at her face and it made her smile against the kiss. When Joel noticed her smiling, he softly chuckled against her lips and hummed. “What?”

“You’re just…so perfect,” she declared, sliding her palm down over the side of his chiseled face. Appreciating his features, she knew that Joel was everything she could ever dream of. When she first met Joel, everyone labeled him as the handsome, grumpy, closed off brother to Tommy. Never in her wildest dreams did she ever think she would be married and have children with him, but here they were and she was so thankful for it.

“I think you may be a little biased,” Joel winked at her giving her another small peck against her lips before giving his attention back to their sleeping son in his arms.

“You should sleep sometimes you know. You work your ass off. What is Jackson going to do if you collapse from exhaustion?” she inquired, palming in over his muscular shoulders and over the planes of his upper back.

“If something was going to happen to me from sleep exhaustion, it would have already. In the last twenty years, it would have already happened with how much shit I’ve gone through,” Joel denied her claim with a snort. Pulling Brayden up closer to him, he pressed gentle kiss over his son’s forehead and sighed. “I think I’m actually used to not sleeping. In the past, I’d have so many nightmares that I hated sleeping. I got used to it. Now, I’m just afraid of going to sleep.”

“Why?” she frowned, lowering down to her knees beside the rocking chair and Joel looked to her with a saddened expression that made her chest hurt. Sliding her palm in over his thigh in a supportive caress, she tried to get him to open up to her in a calming way. “Joel?”

“Because everything is so…perfect,” Joel simply stated with a small shrug of his shoulders. It took him a minute to gather his thoughts. Biting at his bottom lip, he made it obvious that he was really having a hard time putting words together to make her understand. “My whole life, I’ve never had things go right, ever. I’m afraid that one day I’m going to wake up and this is all going to be a dream or something bad is going to happen to Brayden.”

“Oh honey, you can’t think like that,” she tried to hush him and Joel tilted his head to the side, his eyes tearing over as he thought about everything that had happened in his life.

“You don’t understand. Since I’ve been a teenager things have just been going wrong. You know I had Sarah as a teenager. I was a stupid kid that wasn’t thinking things out. Ya know? At the time, I knew I had to get my shit together and give the best life I could to my baby girl. Then her mother took off on me and ran away. I tried giving her the best possible life I could, but…” Joel found himself getting caught up in his emotions when he thought about his late daughter.

“You did the best with what you had,” she insisted knowing that she had many discussions with Tommy about Joel's past with his daughter. Even Ellie had opened up to her about what she knew when it came to Joel’s daughter that he had lost so long ago. Her eyes fell to the broken watch that he still wore on his wrist and it broke her heart to know that these thoughts were wearing heavy on Joel.

“But I still lost her. No matter how hard I fought for her, it wasn’t good enough,” Joel countered and a single tear slid down the side of his face. Trying to attempt to open up to her why he was feeling this way was hard because even he knew that he was complicated. “Then for the next twenty years it was just nothing, but shit. I would try, but something was always happening. It wasn’t until I got here in Jackson and I met you that it felt like for once something was going right. I wondered if I had died back in Colorado because you…you were too good to be true.”

Damn, that hit her deep. Instead of saying anything, she reached out to slide her hand in over his arm giving him a supportive grasp.

“I was a broken mess and I was pretty much an adoptive father. I figured I would come to the town; give Ellie a life here and then that would be it. I accepted that life. Then the most beautiful woman I ever laid eyes on suddenly has eyes for me,” Joel chuckled thinking back to when he had first arrived in Jackson. It was a few months before the two of them really had a good conversation, but their chemistry was almost immediate. “I couldn’t believe my lucky stars that someone like you was interested in someone like me.”

“You know, you were the one that asked me out first,” she teased him, poking him playfully in the ribs and he laughed. Almost immediately, he looked to make sure that their playful teasing didn’t wake Brayden up. Adjusting their son in his arms, Joel looked to her again and shrugged his shoulders.

“Yeah, but you made it very clear that you liked me. I just had no game. So, I didn’t know if I was stupid or not. So when I asked you out I was actually feeling like a total moron on the inside because I figured you might say no and I was wrong the whole time. From the moment you said yes, I knew that you were the one,” Joel stammered, a hint of a smile pressing in over his handsome features when he thought back to her past with him. “They say when you know, you know. Well that’s what it was like with me. The moment I made you laugh and smile, I knew that you were the one that I was meant to be with. It was like a horse’s back kick, it hit me that hard.”

“Leave it to you to come up with that kind of comparison,” she winked watching his nose wrinkling in amusement.

“I just meant I knew you were everything I wanted and more. I didn’t understand why someone like you would wanna be with a fool like me,” Joel recalled his thoughts from the past and his eyes surveyed over the ring he had been able to find when they went scavenging through a nearby city. They were just lucky that they knew someone who could make him a wedding band in the town. Getting married was a surprise. One that Joel never thought he would experience again. With his past, he closed his heart off from ever getting that close to someone again. But then everything changed when he met Y/N. “Then you said yes to marrying me and everything felt right. I had you…I had Ellie…and then this beautiful boy comes into our lives. God, I almost reckon my heart stopped on the spot when you told me that you were pregnant.”

“Tommy told me he thinks you passed out,” she informed him with a tiny laugh knowing that she had told Joel when Tommy was in their home. It kind of just fell out of her lips when she couldn’t get Joel to focus at the time. He was always so busy with everything that it was hard to make him think only about one thing. “He always teases that he had to catch you.”

“Well, I think you just almost knocked me right outta my boots,” Joel snickered, acknowledging that it did shock him. “I just never thought that it would be possible for me to have something like this. Happiness. Every night I sit here and wonder how I got so lucky to have you here in my life. The both of you. Ellie too. I worry that I don’t deserve you or any of you.”

“Joel,” she whispered, lifting up enough to palm in over the side of his face to get him to look at her. Leading him to her, she pressed a tender kiss over his lips taking her time to appreciate the chills it would give her every time she kissed the man of her dreams. “We’re lucky to have you. I can’t think of someone else I would rather share this life with. You…you’ve made me believe in second chances. You’ve made me believe in something more.”

“I just have lost anyone I have ever cared for,” Joel confessed, his eyes tearing over as he spoke and he found it hard to look at her when he admitted that. “Everyone I have ever cared for has gotten hurt or left me. That’s why I’m in here every night. I’m just so afraid…”

“And you have every right to feel the way you do. Life has been so hard, but I can tell you this. Since you walked into my life…you were the only thing that has ever felt right. You brought Ellie into my life and that kid is a pleasure to be around. Then you gave me Brayden and between the three of you I know what happiness truly is,” she explained with a quiet breath knowing that she was getting emotional as well with everything he was telling her. “I think our small little family here is going to do everything we can to take care of each other. We’ll do whatever it takes, just like we always have. I just know that every day I wake up thanking the world that I have you here in it with me.”

“I love you, so much,” Joel blurt out, his hazel eyes exceedingly serious when he nodded. “I just want to be the best father and husband that I can be. I want to give you the closest thing to a real life that I can. I want all of you happy.”

“We are happy. I don’t know if you realize it or not, but the only time that little man is happy is when he is in your arms. He knows who is daddy is and he loves you…so much,” she promised, getting up from where she was kneeling so she could lean over to press a kiss against his temple. “If you’re worried, after tonight we should move his crib into our room until he’s old enough to be alone. That way you can feel safer knowing he is with us.”

“You’d be okay with that?” Joel asked for confirmation and she nodded slowly. Of course she was okay with that. Nothing about that would bother her. Carefully, Joel pulled himself up from the rocking chair and moved over to put Brayden back in his crib. Standing at the edge of the crib, his large fingers wrapped around the sides of it while he watched his son sleep. “I worry about things because when I was a father last time, I was young. Now I’m fucking old.”

“Joel,” she laughed, moving in behind him to wrap her arms around his muscular body. Taking advantage, she managed to press a kiss over his shoulder since he was slouched down enough for her to do so.

“I’m serious,” Joel chuckled while her right hand caressed over his the center of his bare torso, teasing her fingers through the dark hairs that covered his body. When she traced over the puckered flesh where his scar was, it made him look down at her fingers. After keeping Ellie safe and being able to have this family, all the scars on his body almost felt worth it. All that pain he went through was worth it to have the family that he now had. “I’m an old fart.”

“You are the only person I know that has the amount of energy that you do. I’m pretty sure you could outrun a lot of the kids in town here Joel. I don’t know how you do everything that you do, but your age is not a factor that I’m worried about,” she assured him, sliding in beside him and he loosely wrapped his arm around her shoulders while they stared down at their son. “Plus, I already know you’re an amazing father. That’s one thing I will never doubt.”

“I hope so,” Joel sighed pulling her in closer to him while they watched their son sleep. “I can make him another crib. I’ll go down to the basement so we’ll have two. I was carving him one of my horses, but I suppose I can stop to give us something more useful.”

“I think that’s a wonderful idea,” she knew that Joel’s workshop got moved to the basement as soon as they had their son together. This room was full of wooden sculptures before and half made acoustic guitars, but now it was their son’s bedroom. Still, some of Joel’s sculptures he had done helped lighten the room for their little boy. “Are you ready to get some sleep?”

“Just a little bit longer,” Joel sighed wanting to be with his son for a few more moments before they would go back to bed. Wrapping both of his arms around her, Joel squeezed her tight to him and kept her in his arms firmly. “You are the first person who has made feel like I’m not alone in a very long time Y/N. I hope you know that. You gave me the greatest gift of all time and that was a second chance at life. I love you and I always will.”

#Joel Miller #The Last of Us #joel miller fanfiction #joel miller x reader #TLOU

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pedropascalssimp · 3 years

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Princess

Boba fett x bounty hunter reader

Request: Could I request you something Boba Fett x Female!Reader... some very tender, fluffy? But still, I would very love a real tender Boba for maybe his long time partner ? Like his precious little princess, even if not official but his only one... See ?

Warnings: soft boba fett, but still the grumpy stubborn ass we all love

👉👈🥺💕 FLUFF EXTRAVAGANZA!!!! language. Short(I'm sorry it's short)

Tags: @anilynworlds I'm sorry if it sucks it was a bit rushed because every time I try and write everyone around me decides to make my life a living hell😣

The green and lush planet was by far the most peaceful planet you've been to yet, it was calm, nature making its own soothing melody as you sit by the crackling fire, watching the dancing flames, the Amber's wafting into the night air and dissappearing. You was seated on the ground, back leaned on a log as your partner in crime cleans his blaster pistol. Dark eye's focused on the thing while he was still wearing his beskar armor, his helmet discarded beside him. You couldn't help but admire how the dancing flames casts a beautiful glow on the man, highlighting his features as he concentrated on the blaster, brows furrowed as he cleaned every crevice of it.

The orange hues made his tan skin glow, he looked ethereal under the moon and fires light. The mere sight of him sending your heart into a fluttering mess.

It was merely hours ago when you and him returned to the remote area you had landed Slave I, you having talked the man into building a small fire and joining you outside for the night. For this planet was beautiful and you dread going back to tatooine to return the quarry to jabba. So with much begging and pleading, you convinced boba to sit outside with you.

"you're staring..." he muttered while his gaze was still on the blaster, a smug grin slightly tugging at the corners of his mouth. Boba fett was no fool, he knew that your feelings ran deeply for him, it always left him baffled that someone as gorgeous as yourself could love a ruthless, merciless bounty hunter like himself.

"no... I'm admiring" you correct him with a smile, his eyes finally looking over at you. His blaster now laying with his helmet as he stands up. Walking closer to you. You watch how he plops down beside you, his back leaned against the log now.

"so you're not mad anymore?" he asked with a lifted brow, referring to today's events. Ah, the ever lingering annoyance of how boba flirted the information he needed to find the bounty out of a rather pretty worker at the cantina you both stopped by in search of the quarry that laid prisoner in your shared ship. Although boba refused to label whatever it was you both had in fear of putting you in danger, because everyone he ever loved was taken from him...you knew you was in love with the bounty hunter. And with his tender actions and displays of affection, you knew he felt the same. Especially when you laid in his arms at night drifting to sleep, or when you'd awake to the taste of his soft lips against your own, muttered words of affection.

You scoff at his word's and shake your head, "why would I be mad?" you spoke bitterly, more harsher then intended. Boba simply gives you a amused smirk.

"you tell me princess, I'm not a mind reader" he said, his voice more melodic then the sounds of nature around you. Sighing you simply give him a side glance and almost melt at his damned amused expression, it was cute. And here you was calling the most feared bounty hunter in the galaxy cute.

"I don't see how flirting with that woman was the right way to go about getting information" you let the words slip before you could think them over, but it was to late now. For they tumbled out.

Boba, although wanted to laugh at the fact you was feeling a little envious, found himself staring at you blankly. For you shouldn't ever feel that way, his heart belonged to one person in the galaxy and she was sitting beside him.

Boba leans closer to you and cups your face, making you look over at him. "you've basically ignored me the whole day because of that? Mesh'la..." he trailed off, admiration sparkling in his dark eye's. You sigh and feel like an idiot for hating how his gloved hand left a fleeting touch on the woman's face, modulated voice spewing compliments at her. But why should that have made you feel like you did, annoyed and upset.

Especially when you have the privilege of hearing his raw, natural voice, feeling his warm skin on every inch of your own. The feeling of His lips engraved in your memory. You was the luckiest woman in the galaxy, for you heard sweet words roll of his tongue every morning when you woke in his arms. Eye's looking at you with pure love.

You smile at boba and avoid his gaze, feeling like a fool for acting like you did when all he was trying to do was make this hunt quick.

"you do realize that you're the only person in the galaxy I can tolerate right?" he said, adding humor to his loving words. "you're the only one for me princess, I know I may not show it that much but... I care about you mesh'la" he muttered, eye's flickering from your eyes down to your lips that slowly lift up in a smile.

"you show it boba... I'm just an idiot sometimes and get annoyed when you flirt with other people, even though I know you really don't mean a word you throw at the them" you say and Lean into his warm touch. Heart melting at the way his eye's look over you with adoration.

"you're not an idiot" he chuckles, placing a kiss on your forehead before leaning his own forehead on yours. Eye's closed as yours flutter closed. "if it was the other way around I'd kill the person you flirted with... So it's understandable that you was annoyed with me" he muttered, you snort at his words and pull back to smile at him.

"trust me boba I know you would, you nearly killed that man who looked at me in that damned place" you muse, remembering how his hand twitched to grasp his blaster pistol and shoot the man who sent a wink your way.

"I know I've never said this out loud princess, but I - I think i love you" he whispers and his eyes gaze into yours with a sparkle you've never seen before.

You felt your heart do a flip and a smile spread across your face, "I love you too boba" you say, placing a hand on the back of his neck, fingers slowly running through the dark curls, his hair soft as silk.

Boba pulls you in for a soft slow kiss, his lips fitting perfectly against your own as he takes his precious time. This kiss wasn't like the usual rough paced lustful kisses he usually gifted you, his movements wasn't rushed. The kiss was gentle, delicate. Languid as he slowly trailed his hand that rests against your cheek to the back of your neck, causing you to hum into the kiss.

But boba fett was ever the tease and pulls away all to quickly for your liking and smiles at the pout on your face. "we should probably get some sleep, we have to leave early in the morning" he reminds you, causing the pout to deepen.

"do we have too?" you whine, and whenever he gives you a stern look you know you wasn't getting your way.

"unless you want to deal with a very pissed jabba, I'd suggest you get ready for bed" he said while standing up, scooping his helmet into his arms and picking up the blaster he had discarded. "be sure to put the fire out" he gives you a nod and heads to the ship. You watch him walk away with a fond smile.

After putting the fire out and making your way to the ship, you walk inside your sleeping area and spot boba in the cot and already under the furs. His beskar neatly set aside by the foot of the cot while he looks up at you, arms opening beckoning you to join him. So after taking your weapons off and uncomfortable pants you quickly crawl in bed and into his awaiting arms.

You snuggled into his warmth, head rested on his chest while your palm was pressed to his heart, feeling its beating. His arms wrapped around you tightly, cradling you against his chest as if he was afraid if he didn't you somehow drift away.

Though boba fett was a man who never showed emotion, he always displayed affection and love for you. His precious love, his princess.

And just as you was drifting off to sleep his words of sweet little things was the last thing you heard.

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aliaslua · 3 years

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In broad daylight

Chapter 01: Out and about

Raphael is still learning to cope with his new life. On the rainy evening after Michelangelo's first national interview, the big and solitary turtle brother decides to go on a walk and while he tries to adapt to a world he never wanted to be a part of, he meets a human woman that changes his path.

This is an AU that diverges from cannon after the events of Out of the shadows. Instead of choosing to keep living hidden in the sewers, the family of mutants accepts chief Vincent's suggestion of trying to live a normal life among humans. This is a compilation of events that unfold after the fact, tales about the turtles and the humans that cross their paths.

This series may contain mature themes (Trigger Warnings will be included before every chapter), if you’re a minor please don’t interact.

TW: None

You can also read it in AO3

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It took Raphael two years to finally decide to walk on a sidewalk alone. It was the first time he was alone in... Well, Michelangelo called it “upstairs”, Leonardo called it “the real world” and Donatello just called the streets of New York by their common name. Raph didn’t called it anything since names carry meaning and that world and its residents were a mystery to him. When he had to describe the world above him, he called it “outside”.

He was 19 when he was outvoted and then convinced of accepting the idea of coming out into the world. Now a grown 21 years old man-turtle, he still felt his palms sweaty and his fingers cold as he held the knob of the door that led into the streets of New York. A shaky breath left his mouth when he finally opened the alley door.

It wasn’t the first time he walked among humans but in every occasion he had to (knowing he would only do it if he was obligated) he had Casey holding one of his shoulders or April holding one of his fingers. Now, the world presented itself in front of him and he was alone. Despite his anxiety, the landscape wasn’t as intimidating as he once anticipated, there was no big crowd filled with scared looks of disgust, only the concrete street and light rain drops. He didn’t know exactly what he expected, actually. It was too late in the night to be walking the street alone, no human would dare to bet their safety to wander around an ugly and stinky street. Raphael wasn’t human and he would bet his life knowing no one ill intended would dare to cross his path... No one would even dare to ask for directions or to wish him a good evening. No one would dare to approach him. He had learned sooner than later that even well meaning humans would avoid being alone next to him and despite his efforts to understand them there was a deep part of Raph that held a grudge against it.

The second oldest brother would rather spend the rest of his life avoiding contact with this reality. It took maybe two or three minutes after he started to walk down the street for him to regret that decision as he felt the warm thick air of the night against his skin. He kept his pace despite that, determined to reach at least one mile before coming back home. The streets were still empty and he could only hear his heavy steps on the ground and the distant sound of cars. There was a time he loved this city... A time when all he wanted to was to roam around hidden in the roof tops and the dark shadows of the alleys, a time when he could watch this world and not be a part of it, when he could be invisible, a mere observer. Maybe he still could, he thought, maybe his outfit made him look human enough from a distance... Raphael liked the clothes, he liked he was now able to hear Knicks' shirts that fitted him perfectly thanks to his new access to tailor-made clothing, he liked his loose trousers and the dark colored sweaters that covered his shell, he liked his sneakers and his watch. Life out on the surface had brought him many new luxuries: now the lair had tiles and furniture and a long corridor that led to a door facing the streets, it didn't smell bad anymore thanks to modern isolation and he had his own bed, a king sized bed, with many pillows and clean white bed sheets. Raph sighed loudly once again, maybe Mikey was right. Maybe life could be more than he perceived to be.

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"Turn it on!"

The crowd cheered lively as the host turned in his chair.

"Good night, ladies and gentleman." He started talking in a pleasant voice "Tonight, in a exclusive interview... An absolutely unique moment in history. It's an honor to be here, sharing this moment with you as we receive with a warm round of applause please welcome... Michelangelo Hamato!"

Mikey walked into the stage with the biggest smile as the applause kept going, he was wearing a well fitted set of blazer and pants and he looked nothing like the wild and anxious brother they new. He waved to the crowd with such confidence that the absurd size difference between him and the host looked funny instead of terrifying, he even flipped the edge of his blazer behind him as he seated in the two-seater sofa and crossed his leg, showing a shinny elegant shoe.

"Michelangelo.... May I call you Mikey?"

"Yes, please."

"It's an honor... and I mean it, it's an honor to have you tonight."

"The honor is all mine, Jim."

The crowd cheered once again.

"Now... Mikey, I've to start saying... You're a sight to be seen!"

"Thank you!" Loud claps echoing from the crowd.

"How tall are you?"

"I'am 6'5"

"Taller than Micheal Jordan!"

"... And the smallest in the bunch!" Mikey commented with a big smile and the host returned the smile with wide eyes.

"Must be a very tall bunch!"

"A very big bunch!"

"Yes indeed!" The crowd laughed along with the host as Mikey shared a wide smile again.

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Ten minutes had passed since Raphael started his walk and three minutes had passed since a man with a dog on a leash had walked past him, completely unbothered by his presence. Had he made it? Has he invisible? Comfortable enough with the prospect of an empty city that slept while he walked, Raph took his headphones and pressed play in the link Donnie had sent him, the cellphone opened a new tab and a podcast started playing. Soothing was followed by a female voice that introduced the name of the show.

"...As always, thank you all for listening. In today's episode we'll be discussing the new revelations in the law case that wrecked the nation: the case Sacks vs Hamato, that absurd demonstration of pure capitalist greed that tried to condemn four literal teenagers to pay an equally absurd amount of money - and prison time!- for materials damage caused to the Sacks company-" "...and illegal espionage." A second voice complemented "Yes, thank you Sabrina. We have already discussed the legal implications that case could open for the judicial system here in America and all the possible outcomes in the Thirteenth episode of the first season of this podcast, if you haven't heard it yet, I heavily suggest you do so you can follow the argument of the developments in this case. Now, Sabrina... Yesterday we saw the final outcome of this case and the hearing that decided the sentence ended with an incredible emotional speech from Donatello - we know he was one of the brother's more involved with the whole process" "Yes" "... And now they're free! Of all charges!" "...Yes Gabi what we saw today followed by Michelangelo's incredible interview in the Late Night Show back on Thursday was, honestly, a beautiful strike against bigotry in this country..." "Absolutely, I mean... The judge of the case himself assumed that the charges were unfounded and biased..." "Yes! And now we have a established background to be able to-"

Raphael stopped the audio, unable to disguise his contempt. Geez , is that the kind of thing Donnie spends his time listening to? Wasn't real life already a bore? He let out a grumpy sigh and put his phone away. A human figure across the street started to stare indiscreetly at him and Raphael felt his heart shrink before making a blunt turn in a different street. The rain had stopped and the night wind was starting to feel colder, just like Raphael's heart as he tried to escape whoever it was that was trying to identify his figure.

A bright blue light appeared at the end of the new street Raphael just walked into. An all-night convenience store. Raph had been in a place that before, he and Casey had brought snacks and a couple of beers. He felt his mouth water at the idea of a cold beer. He had cash - more than enough. Maybe if he promised a fat tip they would let him get in. He shift his height between his feet as he observed the inside, the neon blue light was coming from a weirdly shaped advertisement placed above the entrance, perfectly contrasting with the ugly green light inside the store, some shelves appeared through the glass window and door, but he could tell that the place was empty - or almost that. In his head, Raphael had decided to take that chance and he was determined to perceive, his body, otherwise, didn't seem as thrilled with the idea. He waited outside as the rain started to pour once again, trying collect the mental strength to got in when a skinny old man opened the translucent door

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"Mikey, your last name is now worldwide known since the start of the trial, tell me: is it Japanese? Was it inherited from you father...?"

"I don't know, actually... We made it up!"

"What?" The human man asked as the crowd giggled

"It's exactly that, actually. When we came to the surface and Sacks decides to sue us the judicial system needed a surname to use... Apparently!"

"So you just made it up!"

"Hell yeah! Wouldn't you like to come up with your name?"

"Yes, absolutely."

"What would you call yourself?" He host made a surprise expression as Mikey changed the dynamic

"Jim Linotax!"

"...Oh, it's a pleasure, Mr. Linotax!" Michelangelo said, offering a handshake as he managed to pull more laughs from the crowd

"Michelangelo... It's a unique name!"

"I heard once it was very popular in the sixteen century."

"Oh, really?"

"Oh yes."

"And all your brothers have renascence names, is that right?"

"Yes. Thanks to old dad."

"How 's that?"

"Well, you see, when you grow up in a tiny sewer house you have more concerns than you weirdly specific name..."

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"Are you gonna steal?" The tiny man asked and he seemed to fight the same nervousness as Raph. The turtle-man on the other hand, felt all his limbs stiff and his hands go numb at the sound of that old man directing calling to him. He made a genuine effort and reached his pockets for the dollar bills.

"I-I just want a couple of beers."

"Go AWAY! Go away! No beers here for you!" The man started to yell as Raphael finally caught up his accent. It was stiff and hard in the h's and o's, he couldn't decipher where it was from.

"I just want to buy something! I am a client!" Raphael responded too late to recognize his anger.

"Nothing here for you! Go away!"

"I HAVE THE MONEY!" Raph screamed back at him, waving the bills in the air. The world started to feel out of focus as he realized people had gone to their apartment balconies and were looking at him through the windows in the buildings surrounding the store. Had he woke the whole street? Did he hear someone saying they were calling the police? No, please... The last thing he needed was a scold from Leo for causing a scene... All he wanted was a beer. Fuck, fuck, fuck. More and more lights started to turn on as the buzz around him got bigger and louder. He felt his heart sink and his hand hurt from the tight firsts he could not undo. Something inside him couldn't decide between the want to murder that man and the uncontrollable desire to scream and shout. "No more roof climbing." Leo had said "We're like humans now. We can't just go out jumping through people's houses." He couldn't just vanish away, despite the burning desire to just escape that situation.

"Look," Raphael managed to say, after two or three deep breaths "... I am sorry. I just wanted to buy a beer... I am leaving now."

"Hey! I finally found you!" An unfamiliar voice shouted from the other side of the street. Raph turned to look and almost knocked over whoever it was. Their bodies bumped into each other but only the smaller of them reacted to the impact, he felt a tiny pair of hands grab his arm."OooOOooww! That was close... Hey, we've been looking for you! Did you get the drinks?"

"NO DRINKS HERE FOR YOU!" The store owner screamed once again.

"Damn... Ok. We can go somewhere else!" The female voice had a sharpness to it, finally Raphael finally looked at her.

Nothing in this world could have prepared him for the vision of the young women holding his arm. She was short (but most people usually are in comparison to the mutant), had a luscious curly hair, tied in two pigtails that ended in the back of her neck. She was wearing a very revealing blouse and high waisted pants that matched in color. She was clearly dressed up, with sparkly high heels and long elegant earrings and she was holding his arms with a casualty he had never experienced before.

"C'mon!" She said and turned her head to him, showing a full face of makeup and bright brown eyes "Let's get the hell out of here."

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The crowd followed Mikey and the host as they laughed at the childhood story the turtle just shared.

"Mikey, unfortunately our time is almost over... I just wanted to thank you once again for coming tonight, for coming out into the world."

"The pleasure is all mine Jim, really... I've spent all my teenage years watching you on TV... I never thought I would be here tonight, I never thought I'd have the pleasure of meeting such a welcoming audience (loud cheering noises) and I never thought I could be part of this world."

There was an almost child-like honesty in his words making the brief moment of silence that came after especially touching.

"He's killing it." - April whispered to the TV

"100%" - Leo's voice came after

"Thank you, Michelangelo... I hope we can have all your brothers soon!"

"You can count on it!" Mikey answered, excited

"You can NOT count on that" - Raphael responded at the TV

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"I thought you guys didn't walk the streets... I've red the interview your brother gave to the New Yorker... He said you probably would wait a while until you decided to stroll around." The woman said as they walked back to the lair's alley door. She had told Raphael her name was Clara and they had held hands until they turned the corner and were out of sight from those judging eyes. She was smaller than most humans, Raphael later realized, maybe 5'1 or 5'2 and had a high pitched voice that made the turtle think about those weird anime dubs he used to watch as a kid. The strangest thing about his savior was that she seemed strangely familiarized with his presence. He ignored her comment as they kept walking in silence for a while. Raphael couldn't stop thinking about how long it would take for him to finally reach his destination and how could he respectfully ask for her to back off. Not that he wasn't grateful but her presence alone made him incredibly uncomfortable. She was too small, too elegant, too beautiful to walk just like that, beside him.

"I guess it is equally strange to you, right? To be here, in the real world... Out and about." Clara walked casually with both hands in her pocket as she looked up to the streets lights, Raphael wondered if she actually expected him to answer "... Is it weird for me to be like this? I mean... I thought you could use some help back there. But I don't mean to be inconvenient... Is it ok if you just walk with me closer to the next bus station? It is a bit late and I guess you're the perfect body guard..."

They kept walking, Clara and her tiny hands in the neon green pockets of her pants and Raphael with his stiff steps and dark clothing, all he wanted was to walk home without meeting everyone else, lock the door behind him and drink until all the memories fade away... But it didn't seem his wishes would come true as a pair of men jogging appeared at the end of the street, just in front of them. They looked at the strange couple and one of them startled at the vision. Clara looked at them and waved.

"Good night to you!" She said with a calm tone.

"Are you alright??" One of them asked from far away, still trying to figure out Raphael's image.

"Yeah!" She answered immediately "Why wouldn't I be?" Then she gave them a wide welcoming smile that made Raphael's heart beat uncontrollably "Good night to you." Clara then said, just as she turned one corner, grabbing Raphael's arm.

She then let go of him and offered a warm smile "It's ok... I don't think they will bother you. The bus stop is just right there turning the other corner... Thank you for bringing me here. Good night!" And just like that, she turned her back to him and started to walk away. Each step pressing Raphael's heart against his chest.

"WAIT!" The worlds came out of his mouth before he could stop them. She startled at the unexpected sound and immediately turned to him

"What?"

Raphael waited a minute so he could gather all the emotional strength to ask: "Can you walk me home?"

Clara smiled as she approached the mutant once again: "Is it too far?"

Raph took a minute to answer but instead said: "I'll pay you a cab when we get there." Clara hums and adds:" You sure? I leave pretty far." Raphael only nodded. Then she gave him the same silence answer. He couldn't mentally trace the path he had taken that night but he knew it was almost morning. The rain had stopped long ago but the air was much colder than when he left the lair, he was actually getting cold and wondered if she felt the same. They kept walking in silence until it finally hit him:

"What were you doing in the streets so late at night?"

"Oh..." She seemed surprised by his question, her voice a comparison that made him realize how low he sounded "I was on a date actually..." She said showing her teeth in a straight smile that indicated self-awareness, well that explained the clothing. "The guy turned out to be a prick, so I bolted! I was completely lost when I heard all the fuss the store guy was making... Thank god I found that mess, actually... I was getting pretty scared."

Silence as they got closer and closer to the lair's street door.

"... It was a complete coincidence to find you, actually... I was watching the rerun of your brother's interview today... I am actually in love with him! "she said in a ambiguous tone "Can you introduce us? Do you think I have a chance?" Raph finally laughed. Not at the idea that Mikey was charming enough to acquire the interest a woman like Clara, but at the absurd fact she thought she had to ask if she had a chance. With Mikey?

"He's also a prick." Raphael responded sharply but with a captivating tone to his voice. Then... She laughed. Raph couldn't contain his own grin.

The first sunbeams were about to appear at the horizon and when the red-wearing turtle finally reached the large metal door, he felt a relief like never before.

"I'll call a cab and get inside… So you know… The guy doesn’t bail because of me."

"Ok." Clara said, a light smile in her cheeks. "It was nice to meet you..."

"Raphael." He added after realizing she never asked his name did she knew it already?

"Hope to see you around soon."

Raph nodded with uncertainty and grabbed the metal knob. Clara's last words engraved in his brain as he crossed the long corridor that led to his underground home.

#TMNT Bayverse #In broad daylight #Out and about #TMNT Raphael #tmnt leonardo #Tmnt Donatello #tmnt michelangelo #Slice of life #coming of age #first love #this is my baby ; - ;#URGH I HOPE SOMEONE LIKES IT I AM SO EXCITED #Out of the shadows #Headcannon sequel #Raph is soft #Mikey is a star

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olivia200312 · 3 years

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Kinky Birthday~ TFP! Optimus x Human! Reader (Lemon)

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Plot: It's Y/N's birthday and Optimus gave something very kinky at night ;)

This is a lemon! Believe it or not, this one-shot is published right on my birthday (today on December 12th). I turned 17 years old, so I was bored, and I decided to publish this smutty one-shot. I also chose this song above because I love it a lot! I think it also suits for smutty one-shots. Enjoy!

Head area:

Brain: Processor / Brain Module

Head: Helm

Face: Face plate

Ears: Audio receptors / Receptor Orifice / Audials

Nose: Enstril / Olfactory Sensor

Eye brow: Optical Ridge

Eyes: Optics

Mouth: Intake

Lips: Dermas

Teeth: Denta/Dentas

Tongue: Glossa

Chest area:

Chest: Chassis / Thoraxal Cavity

Back: Hexa-Lateral Scapula

Spine: Bipedalism cord / Back Strut

Chest and back armour:

Chest plate

Back plate

Mid-section plating

Neck guard

Side plating

Arm area:

Arms: Arms / Restarlueus

Forearms: Bitarlueus

Hands: Servos

Fingers: Digits

Arm armour:

Gantlets

Shoulder pads

Arm guard

Lower area:

Pelvis: Pelvis

Butt: Aft / Skid-Plate

Thighs: Tibulen

Calves: Cadulen

Feet: Pedes - the high heel bits are called Struts or Heel Struts.

Lower armour:

Skirt plates

Aft plate / Skid plate

Thigh guard

Ankle guard

General/Internal components:

Muscles: Cables / Pistons - It depends on the area in question.

Veins: Fual lines

Stomach: Tanks

Lungs: Vents - used to stop the con/bot from over heating.

Heart: Spark

Tattoos: D-con/A-bot Insignias and the lark

T-Cog: The thing that allows all Cybertronians to transform, be that their arms or their whole body.

Bonus:

Penis: Spike

Vagina: Valve

Body: Frame

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Today was a very special day for Y/N. It was her birthday! She turned 18 which means that she's now officially an adult! Y/N wasn't that much excited. Sure, many children would be happy to celebrate their birthdays but some of the kids don't find birthdays exciting. Y/N doesn't have a family. They all died in horrible accidents so and she grew up in foster care. She used to be excited like any other child about their own birthdays, but ever since her family died, she stopped... It's nice to hear from her friends wishing her a happy birthday but she's depressed on the inside. She's just now taking a walk around the town of Jaspar Nevada. She's friends with the Autobots. Jack, Miko, and Raf were also good friends with them. The kids know the reason why Y/N doesn't like to celebrate her birthdays... They all felt sorry for her. Once the Autobots heard the word 'birthday' for the first time, the kids explained what it was.

But now at the base, the kids were discussing how to make Y/N happy and to surprise her also.

"We need to surprise her. She's very depressed on her special day!" Miko said, trying to come up with an idea.

"Surprise who?" a deep voice said as he walked towards the kids with a curious look.

It was the damn hot leader of the Autobots, Optimus Prime. He's not the only one that came to the kids. The whole entire team came too to listen.

"It's Y/N's birthday today," Jack answered. "But she doesn't like it all."

Optimus was shocked. It was her special day and he hears from the kids that she doesn't like her day at all. But why actually?

"Why would no one be happy on their special days?" Bulkhead asked while Bumblebee beeped in agreement.

"Because her whole family is dead. She shut herself out on her birthday," Raf explained with a sad expression.

Each bot looked at everyone with sad expressions, especially Optimus. Now, he completely understood why his human crush was not happy at all. He really wanted to make her happy. And he was planning on doing that...

"How about you all create a party while I'll spend time with Y/N?" Optimus suggested.

Miko jumped happily and shouted 'YES!' in happiness while others agreed. Ratchet may be grumpy and not social since he's who he is but he cares about everyone and their happiness. He showed a tiny smile on his faceplate.

"Ratchet, open the groundbridge, Optimus said as he transformed into his truck form. Ratchet activated the groundbridge and Optimus drove off.

With Y/N~

Y/N sighed as she walked around while wearing baggy clothes. Sure, it may be hot almost every day but today was not the day. It was in fact RAINING. Hard. Like, really raining really hard. Y/N didn't have her F/C umbrella with her so she just used her hoodie over her head. She had a crush on Optimus and she's scared to get rejected and feel hurt.

She got startled when she heard a loud familiar truck horn. Man, why were they so loud like tractors?

"O-Optimus?" She stopped in her tracks as the door of the truck opened.

"Please get in, Y/N. I don't want you to catch a cold." He was worried sick.

Y/N was about to refuse but she remembered the last time when she did that. Man, Optimus was strict with her in order to get her in the truck when it was raining hard. She stepped in and the door immediately. Y/N sat down and she started to shiver.

"M-Mind if I take my clothes off? I... I need to warm up." She felt very embarrassed.

Optimus felt himself heat up. If she did that, then she will be fully nude. At least his windows had curtains so he can easily protect her. He cleared his throat. "Go ahead. Don't be shocked when I'll heat you up."

Y/N was confused by what she let it be. She undressed until she's nude and she waited for the heat to activate inside the truck. However, it didn't happen... Instead, she got surprised... a lot. She felt suddenly a metal body pressed against her, causing the human girl to squeak and jump but then metallic arms wrapped around her body gently and pulled her against his. Y/N looked up and saw it was Optimus! What the frag?! How did he do that?! You know what? Nevermind.

"O-Optimus?"

Optimus smiled and chuckled. "Yes, it's me."

Y/N felt his heat activate and she couldn't help but snuggle into him. The seat lowered down until it was like a bed. Optimus laid down with Y/N on top of him. The curtains closed, including the front windows so that they're having full privacy. He then tilted Y/N's chin tilted up gently and he kissed her. Y/N blushed and was shocked for a second but she kissed him back happily. The kiss got quickly got heated that Optimus started to explore her body while his glossa explored her mouth. She moaned at that. Optimus then broke the kiss and started to nip her neck as his digits slowly went down right to her wet pussy. He then gently started to pump in and out. Y/N moaned louder as she arched and caressed his chest plate. It continued like that until...

"Optimus?" a grumpy voice suddenly spoke from the radio.

They both suddenly stopped in shock and embarrassed. However, Optimus continued to pump her while he covered her mouth with his free servo to help her to keep the moans quiet. Y/N arched and let out very quiet muffled moans. She loved it. A lot.

"Yes, Ratchet?"

"We are ready."

"Ok, I got Y/N. We are on our way. Open the groundbridge."

that's when it was quiet and Optimus stopped. Y/N panted while feeling heated. Optimus smiled lovely and gave her a big blanket and wrapped it around her.

"T-Thank you, Optimus."

"No problem, my dear." But he then suddenly smirked. Uh oh... "But we'll continue this later in my berthroom."

Y/N felt her cheeks heat up. She already felt excited now. Optimus disappeared and drove while the front curtains were open since Y/N had a blanket around her body that covered her entirely.

At the base~

Optimus drove out through the groundbridge and parked. He opened the door to let Y/N out. The human girl came out with the blanket wrapped around her tight and she had clothes in her arms. It was dark...

Optimus transformed. "Put new clothes on, dear. I'll be waiting here."

Y/N nodded as she went to her bedroom. Yes, she lived at the base and went to school thank Optimus driving her there but he's parked not close to the school to not catch any suspicion. After the girl was done, she came back. She got shocked when the light came on, and everyone came out.

"HAPPY BIRTHDAY, Y/N!"

Y/N went quiet for a long time... This caused everyone to stop and stare at her with worried looks. The base was decorated. There were balloons, a big cake, presents, etc. The kids thought that they didn't make Y/N happy again until... Y/N showed a REAL happy smile and laugh. This caused the kids to cheer while the bots smiled.

"Oh, yeah! We finally got Y/N to smile!" Miko cheered happily.

Bumblebee then beeped happily and fast while he pumped his fist in the air saying 'Let's party (or celebrate)!'

And the party started... It went for like 4 hours until it was getting late. Everyone helped to clean the mess up and the kids were dropped to their homes. Once all of this was complete, everyone went to bed. Well, except for Optimus and Y/N... the new couple.

"A-Ah! Optimus!~"

"Patience, my dear.~" He smirked.

He was really teasing her! Oh, Primus! Y/N just wanted him to frag her already! They both were so close to starting having sex in his truck but Ratchet interrupted all. At least he didn't hear anything at all. But it was so close!

Optimus then entered her without warning and slammed right into her. Y/N's screams were quickly muffled by Optimus' servo on her mouth. She didn't felt pain but pure pleasure. He was slamming into her a lot that Y/N will surely not walk in the morning...

"You're so beautiful, my dear. Look at you. You're an adult... being taken by me. I can't wait to put my sparkling into you. You'll look so gorgeous with a swollen tank (stomach) with my sparkling inside." He thrust, thrust and thrust.

Y/N's screams were muffled while moaning. Since she's an adult, she's free to make her own choices. She then squeaked as she came and felt warm transfluid inside her until it reached her womb. It was so warm and sticky...

Optimus pulled his servo away from her mouth and she sighed in bliss while panting.

Y/N then looked into his optics and smiled. "I can't wait to be a mom."

Optimus smiled back.

I hope you enjoyed this kinky birthday one shot that is published on my birthday.

#birthday #lemon #optimus prime x reader #optimus prime #tfp #Transformers Prime #transformers #human reader #x reader

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earliebirb · 4 years

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Could you write stony x 22 from the prompt list?🥺 (if you feel like it obv💕)

Hello! Thank you for the prompt. So sorry for the long wait. I hope you like it!

can’t take my eyes off you

steve/tony, fluff, getting together, 1523 words

(22 from this list)

“Goddammit, that’s it.”

Standing from where he was seated on one of the stools by the kitchen island, Tony makes his way over to Steve, who is sitting at the dining table. Laid out in front of him is an open sketchbook, faint pencil lines making up a crude shape that is too early in its production for Tony to identify. Looking up at Tony from his seat across the table, Steve’s features are bathed in the orange glow of the late afternoon sunset.

Tony was walking into the kitchen to get his caffeine fix when it happened again. Steve had been drawing in his beloved sketchbook, but Tony heard the way the distant sound of pencil strokes ceased immediately when he walked in. He tried to ignore it and continued to pour coffee into his mug, but eventually temptation got the better of him. He looked over and sure enough, he found Steve staring at him once again. The moment Tony met his gaze, however, Steve’s eyes fell down to his sketchbook.

This time, Tony has had enough. He is entering the forty-first hour of a workshop binge, sleep-deprived, and running on what has so far been a grand total of nine cups of coffee. He is tired and grumpy and he is going to get to the bottom of this even if it’s the last thing he does. He has been patient enough to wait for Steve to tell him, but Tony has just decided that all of this needs to end now.

He slams a hand down on the table. Steve jumps, visibly startled.

“What is it?” Tony demands.

“What is what?” Steve eyes him apprehensively, eyebrows creased together. The man is six feet of pure muscle; he has no right to look that adorable when confused.

“Come on,” Tony says, waving his hand in a beckoning motion, “lay it on me.”

“Lay what on you?” Steve asks, head tilted slightly to the side.

He looks like a confused golden retriever puppy, his brain supplies unhelpfully.

Tony shakes his head and resumes his very important task of glaring Steve into submission.

“Clearly something’s been bothering you. Something about me. What is it this time? My recklessness on the field? How horrible of a team player I am?” Tony squints at Steve, body leaning forward across the table separating them. “Come on, yell at me. Get it out of your system.”

“What? I don’t want… to yell at you,” Steve says slowly.

“Well, that’s a first.” Tony scowls. “So, what is it?”

“I don’t—”

“And don’t say that it’s nothing, because I’ve seen the way you look at me when you think I don’t notice.”

“Oh,” Steve breathes and Tony sees realization dawning in his eyes. “It’s… nothing.”

Tony makes an incredulous face. “Did you not hear what I just said?”

Steve stands up abruptly, chair scraping loudly against the floor. He flips his sketchbook closed, slipping the pencil into its spiral binding. His movements are hurried.

“Sorry, I need to go—”

“Hey, no.” Tony rounds the table swiftly and blocks Steve’s path. “I’m not letting you walk away before you tell me what it is.”

“It’s really nothing.” Steve sighs, but he is looking at anywhere but Tony so Tony knows that he is on to something here.

“Just spit it out, Steve.” Tony crosses his arms, determined to stand his ground.

Steve tries to sidestep Tony but Tony meets him every time, preventing his escape. Tony levels him with an unimpressed look. Seeing that Tony is not backing down any time soon, Steve finally stills. He stares at Tony for a few seconds before letting out a long and shaky breath. Tony frowns, growing increasingly impatient.

“Dammit, what is it—”

“You’re beautiful, okay?” Steve blurts out, squeezing his eyes shut. “I can’t stop staring at you because I find you… beautiful.”

Tony blinks at him. He looks down at himself and blinks again.

Don’t get him wrong, Tony knows how attractive he can be dressed in an expensive suit with his hair immaculately styled—a look that does wonders to charm various business associates, the public, as well as the long line of supermodels he used to invite to warm his bed back in his more adventurous days.

At the moment, however, he is dressed in a faded T-shirt and a pair of loose-fitting plaid pajama pants. He tends to go for comfort over style at home—like any normal person—no matter how mismatched his outfit may end up being. He has motor oil stains all over his body and he is pretty sure that he has even managed to get some in his hair. He smells like sweat and metal. To put it mildly, he doesn’t exactly look very well put together, let alone to warrant the use of the word “beautiful”.

Therefore, he concludes that there must be only one logical explanation here, which is:

“Steve, did you hit your head somewhere?” Tony questions, genuinely concerned. “I literally haven’t showered in almost two days. I’m wearing pajama pants.”

Steve looks slightly affronted at that, opening his mouth once before closing it again. His jaw flutters in frustration.

“My head is fine,” Steve says. He looks straight into Tony’s eyes, like he needs Tony to understand what he is about to say.

“I always find you beautiful regardless of what you’re wearing. But…” Steve trails off hesitantly, as if he is deciding whether or not to voice out the thoughts running through his mind, or like he has already decided on telling Tony but is still working out the best way to say it.

He must have arrived at some kind of decision after a few moments of quiet deliberation, because Tony watches as Steve takes a deep breath and stands up straight with renewed determination, soldiering on:

“You look comfortable and relaxed like this, when you’re at home,” Steve says, eyes flitting down to Tony’s AC/DC T-shirt, “and your hair looks really soft without product in it.”

“When you’re tired, you do this slow blinking thing that is really adorable,” Steve muses as he smiles to himself, lost in thought. “And whenever you head for the coffee pot, I like to look out for this happy little noise you always make when you take your first sip and—”

Tony makes a strangled noise. Steve’s eyes snap up to look at him and the smile on his face disappears in an instant, like somehow in the short span of time he has spent listing off the little things that he thinks make Tony beautiful he has forgotten that Tony has actually been standing right there, in front of him, the entire time.

“You get the gist,” Steve mumbles weakly, cheeks a lovely shade of pink. “Please don’t make me say more.”

Meanwhile, Tony is still blatantly staring at him, trying to remind himself that breathing is a thing.

“I’m really sorry, Tony. I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable. I just need some time to get over it, I swear.” Steve looks down at his feet, fingers curled into tight fists at his side. His broad shoulders are slightly hunched forward, like he is trying to make himself look smaller. All in all, he looks not unlike a child that is being chastised for a mistake.

Even as Tony’s brain is reeling from this onslaught of new information, his heart is already going wild—carelessly jumping to conclusions of what these revelations might mean—and Tony tries his best to shove down the hope back where it belongs.

“Get over… it?” Tony asks, very cautiously.

“This. My feelings.” Steve swallows. “...You.”

Oh. Oh.

Tony clears his throat and feels the back of his neck heating up. “Uh, you see, that— That would be… inconvenient.”

Steve meets his eyes curiously, his embarrassment momentarily taking a backseat to confusion.

“You getting over me would be highly inconvenient,” Tony clarifies.

“How so?” Steve asks, voice small and timid.

“Well, because…”

Stepping closer to Steve, Tony delights in Steve’s immediate reaction to the close proximity—breath turning ragged and cheeks flushing an even darker shade of pink.

Ocean blue eyes that Tony has seen carrying virtually every single emotion imaginable are now filled with a delicate mix of emotions that Tony has never seen Steve direct at him before. There is hope there, but fear, too. Steve is looking at him like his fate is hanging in the balance and Tony is the only person with the power to tip the scales one way or the other.

There is also love. He thinks that there might have always been love in the way Steve looks at him. Tony just never really noticed before.

No. He had never allowed himself to notice, never let himself look for something he had been sure would never be there.

For the first time in forever, Tony allows hope to bloom fiercely within him, its tendrils spreading out through his entire body, warming him from the inside out.

He looks up at Steve with a careful smile, his own heartbeat ringing in his ears.

“I happen to think you’re beautiful, too.”

#stevetony #stevetony fic #stony #stony fic #superhusbands #steve/tony #steve x tony #mine #earl wrote something #earl answers #user: irontinystar

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jessiebanethedragon · 4 years

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Scuttle (4/?)

Big thanks to all those reading this!!!! hope you enjoy part four ❤️

also warning of talk about Hutt reproduction for comedic purposes (sorry...)

You wake to the sound of a very angry sniper. And even though his default setting is angry, he seems more perturbed than usual. Muffled voices can be heard from outside the small bunk area that you’ve already made your personal space. Wet, destroyed clothes sit on the floor in the corner and you’re wrapped only in Crosshairs blanket, save for your undergarments. You swing your legs over and plant them on the cold metal floor. As you reach the door, the voices become clearer.

“Absolutely not.” - That's Crosshair for sure, only he would be so blunt.

“I wasn't asking for your permission Crosshair, only your opinion.” The other voice is more of a long sigh at this point. The exhaustion and caring sound to it tells you it’s Hunter. For clones they are all remarkably different, you think to yourself.

“Yeah and my opinion is ‘no’.” Crosshair snaps.

“The seppies will come after her whether you like it or not.” He counters.

“Which is why we can’t take her into bounty hunter territory!” You freeze as you realize they mean you. Panic settles in when you come to terms with the idea of being ditched on some degenerate planet with non resources whatsoever. You retreat back into the bunk, pulling the blanket closer to your frame.

“Just get her up.” Hunter finishes and you hear him walk back down the halfway of the ship. Crosshair grumbles something about not being in charge of you before the door slides open. He’s shocked to see you sitting up and awake, and his eyes rest on the pile of clothes on the floor before meeting yours. His blanket looks far better on you than it has in all his years of owning it.

“Food’s up.” He says before turning to leave. Less time spent interacting with you the better. Means less time for him to stare at the one exposed shoulder that the blanket has fallen off of and less time to wonder if you’d ever spare someone like him a second glance.

“Where are you dumping me?” He hears a small voice ask. And all the warmth leaves his body.

“We aren't…” He starts, not turning around. Because if he doesn’t turn around he can claim ignorance if you're crying or not.

“I heard you and Hunter and i’m not stupid.” You interrupt him, voice void of any emotion.

“Then you'd know i'm not going to let him do that.” He snaps, almost angry at you for thinking he’d leave you on your own.

“I’m deadweight, aren't I?” It's a question you know the answer to but have to ask anyways. You want to scream at the republic, for using your intel and then throwing you away. Taking advantage of your selflessness and empathy, just like they take advantage of the clones caring and giving nature at every opportunity.

“You’re not deadweight.” Crosshair states, leaving no room for argument, “You just need to be somewhere off the grid for a while.” He hears you stand, and slowly he turns his head, his blanket bunched awkwardly around your frame. His jaw clenches as his heart pulls at strings he swore weren't there.

“Crosshair…” You start, but don’t continue, words escape you, the right ones don’t exist in that moment. Or at least you can't bring yourself to use the ones you want to. So instead, you opt to blankly stare at the metal floor. He will leave eventually, turn and head out the door. You’re not his problem, your brain explains this as the floor becomes more and more interesting. Except he doesn't go. And the very tips of his fingers meet your chin, gently pulling your head to meet his glance.

God his eyes are stunning, you think, before cursing your brain for being in the totally wrong place at the wrong time. But his eyes might be the prettiest you’ve ever seen. Light brown with hints of ashy tones.

“I won't leave you on your own.” He tells you, but what you want to hear is that he will stay with you. You're already inexplicably attached to the sniper, it's unbearable.

“Thank you.” You whisper to him breathless just from being this close to him.

“Now come on, or Wrecker will have eaten everything before you even get out there.” Crosshair cocks his head towards the door, pulling away from you.

The members of the hold greet you excitedly, Wrecker seems to have really taken to calling you little bird as well as patting your head affectionately. And you find yourself sat wedge in between him and Tech while they both talk your ear off. Hunter is smiling and eating in contentment of his little family and Crosshair is starring, you fit so nicely in this scene. Wrecker piling more and more food on your plate while you laugh at Techs retelling of one of their ridiculous missions.

“Tell er’ about Nal Hutta!” Wrecker says with an evil smile.

“Don’t you dare.” Crosshair snaps at his vod, who's already laughing his blacks off.

“It wasn't that bad Cross.” Hunter admits grabbing some empty dishes and patting his shoulder as he walks by.

“Yes it was!” Wrecker says between wheezes. And you notice the faint flush in his cheeks.

“Okay one of you needs to spill the details.” You demand looking from Tech to Wrecker.

“Well, as you probably know Nal Hutta is run by the infamous Hut cartel…” Tech launches off, waving his hands about as he talks. (you've picked this up as one of his biggest habits.)

“Tech…” Crosshair groans with his face in one of his hands before giving in and leaning back. Preparing for the worst.

“I can't tell you all the details, classified and all, but the important part is that Cross was working recon and cover, like usual. So he's up this step mountain that's basically all dirt and sand. Looking for this Hut fellow right, and before we can warn him Wrecker throws this thermal detonator and the whole side of the mountain collapses.” Tech tells you excitedly. And your worried eyes look across the table. Crosshair had moved so he could lean back with his arms behind his head looking just a tad embarrassed.

“He would've been fine, if he hadn't gone rolling right through the window of the house he was collecting intel on.” Wrecker was killing himself laughing by this point.

“And then the… the” He tried to get out between gasps of air before waving it off and letting Tech continue.

“And well, sorry Cross, there's no easy way to say this.” Tech laughed a little himself. “He rolled right in on a Hutt reproducing session.” Your eyes went as wide as they could, and a hand covered your gaping and giggling mouth.

“Wait, so Crosshair burst in on two Hutts doing it?” You gasped, trying to stifle your growing laughter.

“Gets worse.” The man in question grit out, looking at the mess of comrades before him.

“How does that get worse?” You exclaimed, leaning into Wrecker with his contagious laughter. Tech turned to you, smiling wider than ever.

“Hutts reproduce asexually.” He stated, “scientists don't know too much about it but from the condition we found this one in.” he pointed to a grumpy Crosshair. “It gets real messy.” You closed your mouth into a thin line, blinking as you tried not to laugh.

“Oh…” Giggle “no, Crosshair…” More giggles. “That must’ve been awful.” You tried to emphasize you really did, but the look on the snipers face had you laughing all over again.

“He was covered head to toe in green Hutt goo!” Wrecker boomed.

“Well it’s nice to know yet another finds my torment hilarious.” Crosshair grumbled as he stood up to escape the laughing hyenas before him.

“No!” you objected, “I promise I am not finding this the least bit funny.” You told him, trying to keep a straight face. Receiving a sarcastic ‘um hum’ reply.

“I mean it, you could have been seriously injured.” You countered, thinking you had successfully hidden your smile beneath your hand.

“I can see you smiling.” He said, raising an eyebrow at you.

“You could've drowned in Hutt goo…” You quietly said with another round of giggles.

“Ahhh yes CT-7733 of Clone Force 99 killed in action on Nal hutta, death caused by drowning in Hutt goo.” Tech snickered from beside you.

“He will be dearly missed, and as an apology the Hutt has named the child in his honour.” You added taking note of Crosshairs millionth eye roll of that morning alone.

“Okay that's enough of that now.” He said. “Wren, you want clothes or are you spending the rest of your life in my blanket?” He teases, watching you blush a tad.

“I don't take life advice from a man covered in goo.” You shoot back with the biggest smirk on your face.

“No clothes for you then.” he smiled as your protests began.

“Okay, okay, calm down, don’t get your goo in a tuffle.” You say maneuvering yourself from with the blanket and over Wrecker who's still chuckling to himself.

Down back in your makeshift room, Crosshair shows you where the extra clothes are kept, which means you’ll be swimming in extra sets of blacks all meant for clones that are bigger than yourself. But you think your pants may survive given a good enough wash, so for now you roll the waistband and the legs until you look somewhat presentable. Greeting Crosshair on the other side of the door.

“See,” He says, “told ya’ it would fit.” Before he turns from you and starts to walk back down the hall.

“Wait Crosshair!” You call jogging over to him, a look of fau-concentration on your face as you reach up to where his short hair meets his right ear. Carefully running your fingers through it. He knows his heart has either stopped beating or hammering so fast he can’t feel it.

“There, all good now.” you declare patting his cheek a few times. Hoping he inquires as to why you just had your hand in his hair. He opens and closes his mouth a few times before deciding on:

“What was that for?” and if there was an inter-galactic clone flirting competition, Crosshair just lost. You grin up at him, pure evil in your eyes.

“Oh no reason,”You say walking past. “Just a little leftover Hutt goo.”

tags: @mangoberry43 @imalovernotahater @professionaltrashcompactor @vesperstalksclones @haloangel391

and: Thinking the next chapter might be longer but be out of order in relevance to these chapters... thoughts? questions? comments? etc???

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lenawritesjojos · 4 years

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Happy New Year (don't know if it started yet for you though) - may I request a scenario where Johnny and a fem!reader make sweet love for the first time and he's an insecure bean but she's super open-minded and funny and knows it's going to be different and doesn't expect it to be perfect at all and is okay with that and tells him what she loves about him to give him the confidence he so desperately needs because Gyro can only say so much? *starts breathing again*

Hello! This is ages late lmao but thank you, and Happy New Year to you too! I hope you like this :)

First time insecurities

Pairing: Johnny Joestar x Fem!Reader

Word count: 520

Mild NSFW under the cut, nothing too explicit.

Only the sliver of light that filtered through the drawn curtains allowed you to see the face of your lover underneath, panting and eyes fixed right on yours with a look of pure lust. You were on top of him, hands on his chest as you positioned yourself in just the right position.

“Are you okay?” You whispered, and Johnny replied with a small nod, cheeks flushed and a strange shadow over his eyes. “Sure?”

“Yeah, yeah.”

It didn’t exactly fit in the mood, but you arched one eyebrow anyways, stopping for a second. You didn’t know what it was, but there was something in his eyes that told you things were not right.

“What?” His features started contorting into a nervous frown as you slowly removed yourself from that position, choosing to sit on the bed instead.

“Please tell me, Johnny, what’s wrong?” You insisted.

There was a pause where he probably considered whether he should tell you or not, but then he finally spoke, to your relief. His eyes didn’t met your, however, as they were fixed on a particular spot in the ceiling.

“I’m just thinking about how you probably expected something else.” He said. You became confused, but let him continue. “Like, you know… more mobility on my behalf.”

As he propped his body up against the wall, half-sitting on the bed too, and gestured to his legs, you understood. He was insecure about his legs, and probably thought you expected him to go on top, not having to do the work yourself. A small smile appeared on your face and you scooted closer.

“Come on, why would I expect that? We’ve known each other for enough time Johnny, I like the whole package.”

“…what?” He let out a small snort, probably amused at your wording, and your smile grew bigger.

“First times aren’t always perfect, Johnny!” You laughed, hoping he didn’t think you were making fun of him. “I love you, and I want this - mobility or not, I don’t mind. At. All.”

He still looked skeptic, so you moved even closer, leaning against the headboard with your shoulders touching, and placed a hand on his cheek, slowly caressing it.

“I love everything about you.” You said softly, his eyes finally daring to meet yours. There was so much vulnerability there, your heart cracked a little. “I love the grumpiness in the early morning before having a cup of coffee, I love the weird sarcastic humor, I love the banter with Gyro and I love the way you look at me when you think I’m not aware of it.”

“Oh, come on.” He groaned, but you knew your words were making him feel better, so you continued.

“I love your hair, your eyes and your lips. I love your chest, your arms and your legs. Everything. You’re perfect the way you are, you are enough.”

He didn’t say anything, but the look on his eyes was everything to you, and with a smile, you let him quietly put his head on your bare shoulder, stroking his hair softly.

"This is already perfect for me.”

#johnny joestar #johnny joestar x reader #johnny joestar scenario #fluff #first time #n/sfw #mild n/sfw #sbr #sbr scenario #steel ball run #jjba #jjba scenario #jojo's bizarre adventure #jojo no kimyou na bouken

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mywingsareonwheels · 4 years

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Hear me out here.

In a way - in a way, mark you - Geralt is absolutely right to blame Jaskier for the pain he’s suffering on the mountain.

But the way in which he’s right just makes me love both of them even more.

For his entire life as a Witcher, Geralt has been mostly repressing his emotions and isolating himself, as witchers are forced to do, and to which he himself seems especially prone.

When he goes to Blaviken, he’s nevertheless still capable of connecting to both Renfri and Marilka. And it’s disastrous.

By the time he meets Jaskier, ?ten years later, he’s absolutely shut down emotionally. We don’t see him make the decision to shut himself off from all others, especially humans, but it’s absolutely clear from Cavill’s performance that he has done just that.

And then along comes this spectacularly ridiculous and annoying and loving bard, insisting on treating him like he’s a person, giving him loyalty and affection and care (and earwormy songs). And before a day has gone by, we see that tiny little smile Geralt has as Jaskier sings “Toss a Coin” for the first time. After all his suffering, Geralt’s still capable of opening his heart a crack, and the longer the two spend together, the more it opens.

And yeah, of course, Geralt keeps denying that they’re friends, and generally being Mr Grumpy-pants. He’s still scared, he’s still protecting himself, because he’s been burned so often and so badly, and I suspect some part of him is still expecting Jaskier to reject him just as Marilka did.

But that mutual affection is there, however buried. Jaskier brings Geralt back to something at least close to engagement with other people and with his own feelings, to allow himself to be part of the world.

And then comes the feast in Cintra. And it’s hell on toast for a cynical but vulnerable introvert like Geralt, but there’s that slightly open heart still. So he intervenes to save Duny, and playfully invokes the Law of Surprise as a silly joke. Ahahaha. Yeah.

And then he meets Yennefer, and while the empathy and compassion he has for her is pure Geralt, the *skills* he uses to forge a connection with her seem extremely like things he’s picked up from his bard, up to and including the “here we are/here I am” echoing.

Jaskier forced his heart back open. And on the top of the mountain, Geralt is convinced that his re-opened heart has brought nothing but misery and pain to himself and others.

So, yeah, he blames Jaskier. Not out of mindless fury or a weird twisting of the circumstances in which he made the choices that have got him into that mess, but out of one flawed but horribly logical piece of reasoning: if he had never met Jaskier, he would have remained as he was that day in Posada. Utterly and entirely repressed, apparently untouchable, protecting himself against everything and everyone, letting himself fall absolutely out of the stream of life. He allowed himself to care and to love and to live again. And sometimes caring and loving and living fucking hurts. The blessing he declares he wants, in a weird way, isn’t about Jaskier leaving his life. It’s what Jaskier represents: a fuller existence. Caring. Openness.

And what I adore about Geralt in episode 7 is for all of that, that he can’t go back to being his Posada-self. He’s lost Yennefer and he’s thrown away Jaskier, but he can’t actually undo the growth he’s gone through and thus abandon his Child of Surprise when they’re actually in danger. Thanks partly to Jaskier, Geralt is going to become an awesome father to Ciri. Thanks partly to Jaskier, Geralt will be able at some point to create some kind of bond with Yennefer.

I don’t think we’re just going to see Geralt apologising to Jaskier. I think ultimately we may also see him thank him.

I wouldn’t be entirely surprised if we also see Jaskier point out that the epic repression Geralt puts himself through was always doomed. Geralt’s too warm-hearted, too loving, too decent, too curious for it to have worked long-term. But without Jaskier he would certainly have managed to keep it up for a lot longer. And thank goodness he failed. <3

#geralt #jaskier #the witcher #meta

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chimswae · 4 years

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BTS Caretaker CH22

Summary: She may think she has Bangtan Sonyeondan wrapped around her fingers. She may think it is easy to love the members equally without hurting any soul. She may think the boys wont fall head over heels for her. She assumes it is okay to show a little love and affection towards the boys, what if she gets it all wrong? What if it only brings more complication to her already complicated life? Can she survive their charms? Will she be able to resist them? What if they just wont let her go?

- Pairing: BTS x Oc ( Yoongi x OC, Jungkook x OC)

- Genre: Fluff, Slight Angst, Romance, Idol!au

- Word Count: 4, 225

- Author Note: I have been busy working from home :< apparently third wave of virus really hit us hard here, stay safe everyone xx

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Chapter 22

“What should I wear” Seul rummaged through her closet finding a perfect outfit for her to wear to this so-called date with Yoong. “First of all, why should I pay attention on my outfit? It is just Min Yoongi. Doesn’t mean he is going to show up” she plopped on her bed with sour face.

“It couldn’t be a prank, right? Is he planning to embarrass me?” Seul talked to herself letting out a dramatic gasp in process.

“So, you have a date with Yoongi” her mother voice spooked her a little, causing her to sit up immediately. Mrs Hwang was leaning against the door with a teasing smile on her face. She made her way inside taking a seat beside her daughter “When is the date?” Seul turned crimson red.

“It is not like what you think. He asked me to accompany him to do this stupid bungee jumping” she scowled in annoyance “And it is random” Mrs Hwang gave her hand a soft pat. “Once in a while I’m glad you are living the life like a normal girl at your age” her mother smiled affectionately.

“Living the life like a normal girl at my age, yes. But not with Yoongi” she sassed earning a soft chuckle from the older woman. Seul’s eyes scanned the clothes scattered on her bed trying to spot the best outfit to wear, but it failed her again. Groaning in frustration, she turned to face Mrs Hwang “If I wear this white blouse and skirt, I am not overdressing myself, right?” chewing her lower lips, Seul hoped her mother could be a great help.

As Mrs Hwang soothed the soft fabric, she shot her daughter a bewildered look “Who wears skirt to bungee jumping? You got to be kidding me Seul” realizing her mistake, Seul slapped her forehead scolding her short-minded thinking. Why was she acted all silly today? Was it because of Yoongi? Not this issue again, she had enough.

The older woman pulled out blue skinny jeans underneath piles of clothes and handed it to Seul “Wear this with that blouse you picked earlier, don’t forget to bring your jacket. It is still cold outside” beaming cheerfully, her heavy breathing normalizes. She had no idea choosing an outfit to go out with Yoongi would be this hard, alright maybe she’s the one who complicate things.

“Mind to tell me, what happen between you and the boys? To be exact, Yoongi. You two seem friendly” her expression was unreadable, not even Seul could read what’s on her mind.

“Nothing much, we become friends. The boys are friendly and relatable. I like having them as my friend. As for Yoongi and I, do not have any weird idea because we both are just frenemy? We are not even friend or that is what I thought” her confident level deflated at the thought of Yoongi.

Mrs Hwang eyed her girl with a disapproval look. She was sure there’s more of the story that Seul tried to hide from her. This girl had been showing her resentment towards Yoongi since day one making it appeared suspicious to her.

“Mom, don’t you think Yoongi is a complicated man?” the question had been playing in her head for quite some time, it was matter of time to express it aloud.

“He is a complicated man. But he has the softest heart of all. Seul, Yoongi-ah has been going through a lot of thing in his life. Are you aware that he had depression before?” Seul’s eyes widened in pure shock. It never occurred to her a rough man like Yoongi would have that kind of illness because from her eyes, Yoongi has the strongest character in comparison to others.

“How is it possible? He looks fine to me..I mean…from the way he acted around me, he looks quite strong” she murmured.

Mrs Hwang shook her head “He appears to be strong, but he is a broken young man inside. He too has insecurity. Never trust what they show to you. It is how they mask themselves. What I am trying to say, try to see the other side of them instead of judging how they acted around you. Those boys are still kids to me. Poor kids to experience such thing at this age” she sighed deeply.

Seul forced herself to smile yet it came out bland “It must be hard to live their life as celebrity” she empathized them.

“It is not easy. The only reason why I insist on preparing meals for them because out of all things happen in their life only that makes them feel normal. They work hard all day, shielding their pain and tiredness from the world to chase their dreams. Those boys deserve to be treated like some normal boys, who crave for normal life” her mother’s words got Seul to reflect her attitude towards them back then. She felt small and disgusted of herself. How could she be selfless and refuse to see other point of view? She is not the only one with issues and problems, there are other people outside have awful fate as compared to her.

Her mother stroked the top of her hand and flashed a motherly smile “Do not be too hard on them and yourself. Serious relationship can wait, as for now focus on what makes you happy. Don’t feel burdened by it” her eyes were brimming with tears now. Mrs Hwang could read her like an open book without she needed to tell her everything that had been haunting her these days.

“Aw, why are you crying?” she cupped Seul cheeks, stroking away the tears that started to stream down wetting her cheeks. Seul chuckled softly “Thank you, mom. You are the best” pulling the love of her heart into a tight embrace.

Will it be harmful to follow the flow of life?

What if someone gets hurt in the end?

What if she needs to make a choice?

Seul shuddered at the though of making a choice when she was not sure of her own feelings.

Bad move, Ji Seul.

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Tapping her feet anxiously, Seul was getting annoyed of waiting. The more she anticipated Yoongi’s face to appear before her, the slower the time moved. It was 5PM and he was nowhere to be seen. Not even a text from him, Yoongi stood her up for sure. She shouldn’t have trusted that guy. Grumpy Seul decided to leave the scene before she made fool of herself. Hugging her jacket close to her body to seek warmth, she stood up from where she sat and left the area.

Sound of heavy footsteps behind her along with faint hollered put her steps at halt. Turning her heels to the source of the voice, she was greeted by the image of Yoongi sprinting for his life towards her direction. Eyeing the guy carefully, Seul grew concern “Yoongi are you alright?” he held his palm out while panting heavily.

The weather was cold, yet she could see bead of sweats on his forehead that started to trickle down his milky skin. She felt guilty. Judging from the way he dressed, he did not even bother to put his black mask over his mouth. Thankfully, his signature bucket hat was enough to cover half of his small face.

“Lets sit down, you look dead” she reached out to touch his arm, leading him to the bench nearby. Yoongi leaned back in his seat, steadying his rapid breathing. His heart was about to jump out soon. Seul on the side couldn’t stop worrying over Yoongi condition, she feared the guy might pass out there by any second now.

She used the end of her jacket to wipe off the sweat on his face gently. The small gesture flustered Yoongi but a soft smile was evident on his face as he enjoyed this little attention that he got. “Calm down your breathing, you will be fine in few minutes” she whispered.

Yoongi took the chance to watch how she puffed her cheeks in and out while dabbing the sweats on his face dried. Even to this extent, Seul knew how to shake the deepest core of his heart. How ironic for someone who’s madly in love. Was he in love?

Inhaling a deep breath, Yoongi held her hand down while smiling softly “Thank you Seul. I am fine now. Sorry, for making you wait” he muttered.

“I thought you stood me up. I was about to leave” she grimaced. Not that it was something to be upset of, but she was freezing. Today’s weather was not helping her either. Yoongi chuckled upon his eyes landed on her Rudolph nose, and gently rubbed it with thumb. Her heart pounded madly at this slight touch, causing her to pull away slowly giving a little space for her to normalize her breathing.

Yoongi softened “I won’t do that because it is a date after all” he winked. She cleared her throat allowing the redness engulfing her cheeks. Seul would never get used to Yoongi sudden change of attitude around her and some more to see Yoongi in different perspective was hard for her. It came to her realization, this softened her as she learnt to accept Yoongi’s rough side. She no longer had negative thoughts on Yoongi well unless he annoyed the hell out of her.

“Are you ready, lets go?” without giving her time to digest, Yoongi had already dragged the clueless girl to the counter. After flashing their admission ticket, one of the workers led the couple to elevator, making their way up to the 24th floor. Her mind started to get dizzy just by hearing the numbers. Just, how tall it would be? She rubbed her sweaty palms against her jeans.

“Yoongi, I am here just to watch you jump right?” she gulped showing off her fear. Yoongi looked at her in disbelief, his forehead creased into a frown “No way, I am dragging you down with me” she shrieked.

“WHAT? NO NO GET ME DOWN NOW. I AM NOT GOING TO JUMP WITH YOU” she started to panic.

Yoongi laughed “I don’t know you are a scaredy-cat” Seul let out a low disapproval scowl, glaring her way to playful Yoongi. “I value my life, so I am not going to jump especially with you. Hell no. You are going to cut off my wire and let me die!”

“That sounds like a good idea. Plotting your murder sounds easier than I thought” he fired back with playful smirk on his face.

“I KNEW IT! You are planning to kill me since start” she hissed. Bemused, Yoongi swayed his body to face pale Seul, like a reflex she pressed her back against the elevator “Wait, wait. Don’t come close. I know what you have in your mind” she squeaked.

Clicking tongue inside his mouth, he trapped her between his body, tilting his head with an amused look, “You can lean on me. You will be fine” he whispered dangerously close to her ears. Seul felt extremely high right now. Yoongi quickly pulled away when he heard the ding sound opening the door not long after. Seul walked after her with flushed face, as her mind diligently spout curses after curses.

The staffs greeted them warmly assisting the couple to get ready with the safety gears before their jump. Seul kept on pestering Yoongi about not wanting to jump with him but to her dismay, the stubborn guy won’t budge and pretended like her cries never existed. He insisted of bringing Seul down with him which was sounded absurd to her.

What was his motive?

Yoongi walked over to Seul as he noticed how she appeared scared and panic, making it hard for the staff to put on the safety gears on her. He motioned the staff to let him take over the task which he gladly complied. The staff left not long after giving the space for the couple. Her gaze who at first diligently scanned the area seeking for some sort of strength were now on Yoongi. His hand found its way to her waist, clasping the gear near her torso. The closeness of their body was killing her heart instantly.

“Relax Seul. It will be fun and as soon as you open your eyes, you will realize it is already over” fiddling with the clasp on the other side of her waist, he whispered. “It is never too late to back off now” he exclaimed.

“You should have said that sooner!” she gasped in delight. Yoongi rolled his eyes at her response knowing how unpredictable this girl could be, what did he expect from her again.

She is Ji Seul for pete’s sake.

Yoongi shot her disapproval look upon seeing Seul showing her agreement on his words “So, you are planning to waste my money and just watch me jump?” he teased her in hope this stubborn girl would find even the slightest guilt in her heart. Which appeared to be none.

“I didn’t ask you to spend your money on me. In fact, who brings a girl to bungee jumping on their date!” he heard her protest as her lips was tugged into a small pout. He’s going crazy over Seul, everything that she did was either too cute or sexy to him. Insane.

He snickered “You consider this as a date then?” she found herself being cornered. As much as she felt like smacking the sense out of Yoongi, she was trying to contain her annoyance and anger at once. If an only she could smack Yoongi hard. She would gladly do that.

“That is not the point. The point here is no one brings their date to a 24-floor building to do free jump. THAT IS NOT ROMANTIC AT ALL”

“Missy, it is not a free jump it calls bungee jumping for a reason. I have no idea that you want to do romantic thing with me, I will schedule our second date as soon as possible” he sneered sarcastically.

“Whoa hold on! No more dates with you! Your definition of romantic would involve scary thing like this one” she knocked Yoongi’s head over his helmet causing him to groan in frustration. Did her nasty remarks weren’t enough now she’s using her fist to harass him? Great, he had to put up with her weird antic, again.

Yoongi put on the small helmet over her head, squishing her face just to annoy her “That is up for me to decide, now let’s get ready. We are going to do the free jump” he gave her cheeks last squish, pulling the girl with him to the platform.

She could feel rush of fear in her blood stream, as she gulped upon her feet landed on the platform. Her grips on Yoongi’s arm tightened as soon as she saw the dizzying image beneath her feet. Seul felt like bursting into tears right now, and Yoongi sense the girl trembling hand.

“Are you ready?” one of the staffs stood at the edge gave them an encouraging smile.

Seul took a small peek at the image underneath her again, and quickly hid her face in Yoongi’s soft arm. “Yoongs…I don’t think I can do it” her inaudible mutter was crystal clear in his ears. He softened and told the staff to give them a moment. Yoongi released his hand from her strong grip and cradled her head in his hand “Do you trust me?” his sugary smile melted her heart. Her fear earlier on starts to subside, even though she was not confident whether she could handle the aftermath of the jump.

“If anything, happen you will be responsible. But what if you let go my hand” she blinked her tears away. Seul’s biggest fears were height and she had never been good in coping with it. Yoongi awed at her change of attitude in contrast to Seul sassy and fierce side, she could be a baby sometimes.

He encircled his arm around her body, embracing her tight “I will not let your hand go, trust me alright? Let’s do this” he stroked her waist. Yoongi slid his hand underneath her thigh, lifting her up causing the girl to squeal.

“MIN YOONGI WHAT ARE YOU DOING!” her arms were wrapped tightly around his neck in reflex.

“So, I won’t let your hand go?” he said with a cheeky smile showing of his gum.

“This is your plan?”

“Yes”

“Let me down. It is even scarier this way. I am like one floor higher!”

“Just hold me tight Seul. Stop complaining!”

“How can i-YOONGS YAH-“ she screamed loudly when he purposely dangled one of his legs of the platform. Seul could feel his body wobbled to regain balance making the girl to clutch onto his back shirt tighter.

“I fucking hate you” she spouted some vulgar words out of annoyance.

Yoongi let out a low chuckle “Language, Seul” he signalled the staff that they were ready to jump, “Ready your heart, this is going to be the best jump!” he whispered softly. Her nervousness doubled as soon as she felt he moved slightly closer to the edge of the platform.

“Oh my god, this is bad idea. You are dead meat min yoongi” she buried her face in his shoulder, biting it slightly to ease her nervousness. It came out really naturally not that she wanted to flirt him in the middle of their life or death.

With a last smile, Yoongi pushed his body completely off the platform while holding onto Seul closed to him “OH GOD” she squeaked upon the cold breeze hit her already freezing skin. Yoongi pushed her upwards a little causing the latter to squeal fixing her position so she was more comfortable.

Both of them bounced a little following the tightness of the wire, a wide grin never left his face since then. He had fun holding onto Seul in his arms. The happiness that he never felt before.

When she opened her eyes, she found Yoongi was staring into her dark orbs. Confusing as it sounded, Yoongi was using his eyes to communicate. Ugh, only if she could decode it. His gummy smile was back on his face “I told you it would be fun and I won’t let you go” he leaned closer, however Seul buried her face at the crook of his neck shyly.

Why was she feeling embarrass and affected by this?

Biting his lower lips, Yoongi stroked her back as they waited until they descended safely on the ground. He set her down as soon as they feet landed on ground. He helped Seul to take of her safety gears, and she thanked him, avoiding his gaze at all time. Yoongi liked to see her shy side, for some reason he looked calmer than her fierce side.

The couple bowed politely as gratitude before leaving the site with mixed feelings inside. Seul and Yoongi walked side by side in total silence. They seemed to enjoy the cold breeze and the empty street. It was calming this way. To her distaste, her belly gurgled loudly as she patted it to quell its sound from being heard.

His brows quirked in amusement “Someone is hungry. Let’s find something to fill that empty tummy” Seul looked down embarrass with her own weird antic. Out of all day, her stomach acted weird only to throw shades on her face.

“Any idea where to eat?” his lips were pressed into thin in a deep thought.

“Fish cake and ramen?” she suggested.

It was his turn to protest “Who eats those on a date?” he scoffed.

“You consider this a date?” she teased.

“Yes I am. Unlike that someone” his response made her pout slightly.

“Killing yourself is not a good date!” she disagreed.

“But you survive. Thanks to me” Yoongi intertwined his hand with hers before she could say something nasty again. “Let’s get your fish cake and ramen” Seul swore to god, one day she would definitely straggle this man for dragging her around without her consent.

The couple ended up walking further along the river, and Yoongi’s handsome face alight with merriment as his eyes fall upon the small convenience store. Coincidently, just beside the store there was a small stall selling their hot fish cake. They entered the store selecting their favourite ramen, and Seul insisted on paying the food considering Yoongi had spent his money on the force free jump. Even though he never agreed on it yet who could stop Seul?

Exiting the store, Seul set her ramen on the table “You take a seat, I will purchase the Eomuk!” she exclaimed in excitement. Reluctant, Yoongi sat down watching the girl swaying her body happily purchasing her favourite food.

“Aigoo, young lady. Why are you out in this weather without extra jacket?” the old lady shook her head showing her concern. Seul rubbed the back of her neck with a sheepish smile “I was in rush, so I forgot to bring extra sweater with me. Don’t worry, I am fine” the old lady handed her the fish cake in a cup.

“Are you on a date?” her eyes travelled to Yoongi as the corner of her lips was tugged into a meaningful smile.

Seul smiled nervously “He is a friend of mine. It is not like that”

“You two make a great couple. Be happy” she thanked the old lady and made her way to Yoongi. She sat across him, placing their food on the table “What took you so long? Did the ahjumma know me?” he asked with curiosity.

She cringed “Why would she? You are just Min Yoongi” “BTS Suga” he corrected.

“Yes, bratty BTS MIN SUGA” she rolled her eyes. Seul ignored the guy in front of him and started to dig in. Ramen and fishcake are the best combination for this cold weather. At least her empty stomach now was well fed. Occasionally, she would steal a glance at Yoongi. He was struggling with his food as it appeared to be too hot, yet he insisted on pushing the noodles inside his mouth.

Their humble dinner was quiet and calm without their endless banter. For once, Yoongi and Seul could sit together in one place without throwing shades on each other. That was a huge improvement.

“Can I ask you something?” Yoongi put down his chopstick, resting chin on his palm. It made him even cuter than he already is. Seul tried to focus and stopped herself from ogling the man in front of her.

“Go on”

“This is quite personal though” she gave him an assuring nod letting him to continue. After the talk that she had with her mother this morning, she was determined to change her attitude and treated Yoongi better if he didn’t pick any fight with her.

He gulped the heavy lump on his throat “Do you like Jungkook and Jimin?” he questioned. The questions were rather unclear to her, yet Yoongi was dead curious of this. The mere thought of it made it hard for him to fall asleep.

“Of course, I like them. They are kind and friendly”

“You do realize they like you more than just a friend, right?” Seul froze at his question. Not this again, she thought no one would question her this after that night. “I know Yoongi. They told everyone about it” her palms started to get sweaty again. She disliked this intensity.

“Have you given it a thought? Whether you are going to accept them or reject them?”

“I can’t sort my feelings right now. Everything happens so fast. I never thought of this to happen even, so I am sorry if I appear selfless. However, I have made it clear to both of them that i don’t have the answers with me. I can’t stop someone to fall in love. Love is too subjective. What I know now, I am giving them a chance. A chance for them and for me to discover my feelings further” sighing deeply, Seul looked disturbed.

Yoongi gazed at her face longingly “You are reconsidering their feelings?” she nodded in response. He ran his hand along his neck, giving it a little massage as he continued “There is still a room for someone in your heart, am I right?” she threw a weird glance at his way.

“Of course. I haven’t made up my mind, it is still available. Now, why are you asking me this?” she examined his expression with so much interest.

“Just wondering if I have the chance. Seems like I do have the chance” he muffled.

“Excuse me?” her eyes rounded staring at him blankly.

Realizing his foul mouth had said something that he was not supposed to, Yoongi arose from his seat “Lets head back! I must get to the studio in an hour. I will walk you back” he started walking away leaving dumbfounded Seul in her seat.

“YAH!” she strutted behind him following the guy quietly. I swear I heard him said something about him having a chance. Was it just me? Seul moaned mentally not liking this game that he played with her.

Don’t be weak now Yoongi. This is not right. Yoongi mentally scolded himself.

#btscaretaker #bts fluff #bts fic #bts fanfic #bts romance #yoongi x oc #jungkook x oc #yoongi fiic #jungkook fic #yoongi fluff #jungkook romance #jeon jungkook x oc #Suga x Oc #bts fanfiction #btsfic #suga fanfic

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yourdeepestfathoms · 4 years

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God Forgive Us All (part two)

[Carrie Au]

Part 1

(Read Anne as Courtney!Anne)

Word Count: 5059

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-Open Your Heart-

The downpour outside felt unnatural and unstoppable and utterly, unpleasantly wet. And Aragon loved it. She especially loved the moaning, groaning, dripping slowpokes of her exhausted actresses.

“Alright!” Her voice had boomed across the auditorium half an hour earlier. “Line up! Let’s go, ladies!”

The actresses had hurried into a line on the stage, exchanging confused glances. Aragon looked a lot more menacing than she usually did, riled up to her full size like a venomous snake or a lioness about to strike. She stared at the group of women as if they were mangled roadkill that not even the lowest of scavengers would want to eat.

“Come on! Move your asses!” Aragon barked. Luanne and Piper, eyes front! Clarissa, shut your mouth! And Kitty, spit out that gum right now! You know it’s not allowed on the stage!”

“Where should I put it, Miss Aragon?” Kitty asked sweetly.

“You can choke on it for all I care,” Aragon hissed in her face. “Just get it out of your mouth.”

Kitty stepped back and grit her teeth. She gave up after a moment, groaning softly while spitting her gum into the wrapper it came in and putting it into her pocket to throw away later.

“Good,” Aragon said, stepping back. “Margaret, wipe that smirk off your face.”

Maggie, who had been grinning devilishly up until that moment, jolted and bit her lips into a flat line. At her side, Jane glowered at Aragon. Aragon glowered right back at her.

“Now,” Aragon began slowly, pacing up and down the line of actresses. “What you did yesterday was a shitty thing. A really shitty thing. Have any of you ever stopped to wonder if Joan Meutas had feelings?”

Nobody spoke, although Maggie did dare to roll her eyes, earning her the evilest glare from Aragon.

“I expected better of you all.” Aragon went on. “Most of you are grown adults! Julie,” She whipped her head towards a woman with olive skin and curly auburn hair. “You have a daughter, don’t you? You’re a mother! How could you do such a thing?”

Julie opened her mouth, but then immediately shut it and narrowed her eyes at the floor, unable to come up with a mature response. Aragon sneered in disgust.

“But Joan isn’t her daughter,” Kitty said. “She shouldn’t have to care about other kids. Only her own.”

“That still gives her no right to throw fucking tampons at a frightened child!” Aragon growled. “Joan is sixteen. Do you all know that? She’s just a kid. A minor. And I could have you all arrested for harassment. Sexual harassment, too, I’m sure, seeing as she was naked.”

That seemed to get through to some of them, as they exchanged worried glances and a few murmurs. Jane gave Aragon a “you wouldn’t dare” look, while Aragon raised an eyebrow and gave one right back at her that said, “try me.”

“As you know, opening night is coming up,” Aragon said. “Jane. Have anyone special you’re bringing?”

Jane looked Aragon up and down skeptically. “His name is Henry Tudor.”

“Oh, how fancy,” Aragon said. “Is he going to wear anything nice to the show? Or are you just going to pin a bloody tampon to his shirt and tell him to go like that?”

Jane bared her teeth at Aragon’s smirk. She tried to march past the woman, but she’s grabbed roughly by the shoulder and shoved back into place.

“Oh, you aren’t going anywhere,” Aragon said. She turned to Anne after releasing Jane and studied her guilty expression. “What about you, Anne? Got anyone you’re bringing to opening night?”

Anne looked profoundly uncomfortable, just how Aragon wanted her. She wanted all of the actresses to squirm like there were worms under their skin. She wanted them to feel in their souls what they did to Joan.

“My family,” Anne said. “Cathy will already be there.”

“Hm,” Aragon shot a glance at Cathy standing nearby, who was trying very hard to act like a harmless statue. “Maybe.”

That made Cathy move from her statue-like position. She looked at Aragon in confusion. “What do you mean?”

“My idea of punishment for this little trick you pulled was to fire all of you,” Aragon said. The smirk on her lips twitched higher when the group exclaimed in shock and disbelief. “That’ll hit you where it hurts, doesn’t it? It’s what you all deserve.”

“You can’t do that!” Jane growled.

“I can, actually,” Aragon said. “We have understudies. Hell, I’ll even get the boys to play your roles! However.” She stared down at all of them. “The director doesn’t want to go to that extreme just yet. So instead, you are all to have mandatory warmups with me for a week. It’ll be an hour long and you will do whatever I say for you to do or else you’ll be packing your things and never coming back. Do you all understand?”

There are nods of agreement with gritted teeth.

“Wonderful.” Aragon smiled. “Go take a lap around the block. Five laps, actually. And recite all of your lines while you do so. Get those leg muscles warmed up for dancing.”

“But—it’s raining.” Kitty said, clearly dismayed about having to get wet.

“I don’t care,” Aragon said silkily. “Go! Now!”

There had been a moment of hesitation, but after she yelled again, the actresses realized she was being serious and filed out of the auditorium in a disbelieving, muttering mass of grumpiness. Aragon shook her head with a sigh, watching them go. She then turned around to go wait somewhere else when she had noticed the head peeking out from the wings. A kind smile formed on her lips.

“Hello, honey,” She greeted Joan warmly. “Come here. No need to hide.”

Joan hesitated, then shuffled out of the dark wings. She had her fingers wrung in her shirt and kept glancing around everywhere, expecting there to be something that may humiliate her just waiting around for her.

“How are you feeling?” Aragon asked, easing an arm around Joan’s shoulders. She almost pulled away when she felt Joan stiffen, but then she was leaning against her with a small, content noise.

“Umm... F-fine.” Joan mumbled awkwardly. “Did you really make them run?”

“I did,” Aragon said proudly. “They deserve it.”

Joan nodded very slowly, like she was trying to convince herself that that was true.

“Thank you.” She whispered. “I-I never told you yesterday. I-I’m sorry...”

“No, no, honey,” Aragon said. “It’s totally fine! You must have been so overwhelmed yesterday.”

Joan nodded again and Aragon gently cupped her face. She leaned into that touch, too. The poor thing must not get much affection at home, Aragon realized sadly.

“I am so sorry that happened to you, Joan.” Aragon said. “You didn’t deserve that at all.”

“B-but my mama s-said—” She snapped her mouth shut quickly.

“What?” Aragon tilted her head. “What did your mother say?”

Joan shook her head, looking a touch uncomfortable. She shuffled her feet.

“N-nothing,” She stuttered. “I-I need to g-go do my schoolwork. B-bye, Miss Aragon.”

She began to hurry away, paused, then rushed back over to Aragon and gave her a quick hug.

“Thank you,” She whispered softly before pulling back and scampering off.

Aragon was left awestruck. She had never expected Joan Meutas to hug her, but she didn’t mind in the slightest. A loving smile spread on her lips.

Sweet girl... She thought, and she continued to fondly think about the shy little pianist until the auditorium doors had swung open and the group of actresses she sent running came hobbling back inside in a soaked heap.

Aragon watched in amusement as they floundered up to the stage, looking as though they had been dredged from the bottom of one of the canals. A few of them, like Maggie and Kitty, flopped right to the ground like a soggy blob, while others doubled over and panted or held their hands behind their heads and raised their arms to try and get more air into their lungs. No matter what position they took, they all looked equally cold, equally soaked, and equally miserable. Just how Aragon wanted them.

“You—you can’t do this to us,” Jane hissed through heavy breaths. She was kneeling to rest her legs, glaring up at Aragon, who was still smiling pleasantly. “We could catch our death out there!”

“I’m sure a little Swine Flu would teach you not to harass a teenage girl,” Aragon said dismissively. “Alright, ladies, break’s over. You still have twenty minutes of warmups before rehearsals start and I want you to—”

“No.”

Aragon stared down at Jane. She watched as she rose up to her feet, eyes flashing like a vengeful white tiger’s.

“No?” Aragon echoed.

“Jane...” Anne muttered cautiously from where she was sitting down.

“I’m not doing another goddamn thing you say,” Jane clarified, “because Joan Meutas got her period and was too stupid to know what it was.”

There’s a scattering of murmurs throughout the group. Aragon’s expression looked frighteningly calm, but anger was flickering in her dark eyes.

“Alright,” She said slowly, venom oozing from her lips. “You’re out.”

Jane is taken aback. “Excuse me?”

“You’re out.” Aragon said more firmly. “You will not be performing opening night.”

“No!” Jane yelled. “You can’t do that! You don’t make those calls!”

“I just did, Seymour.”

“Well, you can just stick it up your—”

Jane is cut off when she’s hit so hard she nearly toppled over. The sound echoed through the auditorium, much louder than when Joan had been slapped the day before. While that slap had been done to snap a frightened girl out of her panicked trance, this one had been done purely out of rage and hatred.

“I do not want to hear another word from you!” Aragon roared, grabbing Jane by the collar of her shirt and shaking her viciously. “You will not be performing, do you understand me? And if I gave my way with the director, you will never be performing for this show ever again! Now go!”

Jane stared at her in disbelief, tense in the grasp that held her.

“GO!” Aragon bellowed, shoving Jane backward. Jane stumbled, then finally sulked off of the stage, cradling her welting cheek and muttering, maybe even crying. “Now...for the rest of you...”

Aragon turned her flashing eyes to the group.

“Run Suicides. Now.”

———

“Well, that was plain awful,” Cathy muttered, peeling off her wet clothes. Rainwater and sweat have made them soggy and unbearable. She felt like she was chafing all over. “Could be worse, though, right, Annie? Anne?”

She turned around when she didn’t get a reply to see her girlfriend sitting on one of the shower benches, deep in thought. She pulled on a dry shirt and walked over, gently touching Anne’s shoulder.

“Babe?” She said. “What’s wrong?”

“Oh, nothing,” Anne smiled up at her. “Just...thinking.”

“About?” Cathy sat next to Anne.

“Joan.”

Cathy furrowed her eyebrows. “Joan? How come?”

“Cathy, what happened yesterday was awful. I feel /terrible/. And I want to do something about it.” Anne said. “I want to help Joan.”

“How?”

Anne thought for a moment, then perked up. Her eyes had a new light in them.

“We be her friend!” She declared.

Cathy blinked. “That’s all?”

“Cathy, when I asked her if she was okay yesterday, she looked like she was ready to get on her knees and worship me.” Anne said. “She wants someone. She /needs/ a friend. And we can be that for her!”

Cathy thought it over briefly, then smiled and nodded. “Alright. Let’s do it.”

Anne beamed. “Oh, thank you, Cathy!” She gave her a quick kiss. “You are the best! Come on, let’s go find her!”

It was harder than they expected to find Joan Meutas. She usually wasn’t with anyone, not even the other musicians who she had to work with, preferring to be alone to avoid ridicule. Cathy and Anne searched for a good twenty minutes before they finally stumbled upon her by accident in the upstairs costume room.

The room was on a separate floor from the main second level of the theater. You have to go up a flight of black stairs in one of the dark wings and stand on an equally black ledge to open up a large, heavy wooden door that never made a single noise when its hinges would move. When you stepped inside, there would be two places to go- a ladder with its paint peeling on the left that led up to the catwalk, which was where Cathy and Anne had been meaning to go to get a better view of the auditorium, and then the extra costume room on the right. Old, shabby, unwanted costumes were kept in there, so nobody usually went in there. But from the way Joan was tucked cozily in a rack of indigo and azure dresses and frayed blue wool ponchos, it seemed like she visited this room quite often.

When Anne had first joined this specific West End theater, she distinctly remembered the extra costume room being a mess- suits thrown on the floor, shoes lying around listlessly without a matching pair, cardigans hung up with pants. It was like a tornado had blown through a clothing store. But now everything was sorted neatly in rainbow order. All the reds were with the reds, all the oranges were with the oranges, and so on. There were also several books stacked against one of the racks and a fluffy blanket that Joan was currently using.

When Joan noticed Anne and Cathy standing in the doorway, staring at her, she jumped three feet in the air so fast that the pair of women were even startled. She scrambled to her feet, nearly sending the rack of blue clothes she had been snuggled in toppling onto her.

“I-I-I’m sorry!” She yelped. “I-I-I d-d-didn’t mean to ignore w-work! I-I just—”

“Hey, hey, shh,” Anne took a small step towards her. “It’s okay. We’re not mad.”

Joan wasn’t convinced. Not that Anne or Cathy blamed her. They could both clearly see the hurricane of grief and guilt and fear and anxiety that had apparently taken the place of logical thought in this girl’s head. Everything, every little thing, was a worst-case scenario to this girl. Everything ended in a disaster to her.

To be around Joan was to walk on shaky grounds, and Anne and Cathy had to tread carefully.

“I’m Anne, remember?” Anne said, trying to look as friendly and nonthreatening as possible. “And this is Cathy.”

“I know you who you guys are,” Joan mumbled. She looked down at the floor. “I’m not dumb...”

“I bet you aren’t at all,” Cathy said. “I bet you’re really smart, huh?”

The way Joan looked at Cathy... She so badly wanted to trust both her and Anne. But years of hurt and ridicule that stretched far before her time at the theater lingered and made her put up more walls than any person should ever have. She shrunk further into her mental shell and merely shrugged in reply to Cathy’s comment, looking away again.

“What were you reading?” Anne asked, glancing at the book Joan had been reading before she was startled to her feet.

“Oh,” Joan hurried over to the book and gingerly picked up. She looked absolutely mortified when she saw the cover page had been bent a little on the corner when she dropped it. “I-it’s, umm—” She floundered, simultaneously worked up about the book and the two women talking to her. “Th-The Crucible.”

“Oooh,” Cathy cooed in interest. “That’s a good one.”

Joan nodded as she was trying to fix the crease. “M-my mama said that— I-I mean mum— mother— umm—” She whimpered sharply, looking around in dismay.

She still calls her mum “mama”, Anne thought with a small smile. That’s adorable.

It was so sad about how embarrassed she was getting over it, though.

“Joan, it’s alright.” Anne assured her. “You can call your mother whatever you want. We’re not going to make fun of you for that.”

That mixed look of adoration and shock from the day before returned, but this time much brighter.

“You— Thank you.” Joan bowed her head in a grateful way. She ran her thumb over the whitened crease against the corner. “B-but—she said that I need to read books like this. S-so I will know what will happen if I sinned.”

Anne and Cathy both exchange worried looks. Joan doesn’t notice, nor does she notice Cathy’s grimace. Now things were starting to fall in place a little more.

“I see,” Anne said slowly.

“Well, I don’t think you have anything to worry about.” Cathy said. “You’re a very good girl, Joan.”

Joan blinked at her in delight.

“What else do you like to read?” Anne asked. She glanced over at the stack of books against the wall, only to find them all dealing with Christianity in some way. “Harry Potter? Hunger Games? Percy Jackson?”

“Oh, no,” Joan shook her head. “My mama says that stuff was made by the devil and will rot your brain. I’m not allowed to read books like that.”

What an awful childhood she must have had, Anne thought sadly, tilting her head at Joan. Poor thing.

“Well, if you ever need book recommendations,” Cathy said. “I read a lot. So I know a few.” She winked at Joan, and, for the briefest of moments, Joan cracked a tiny ghost of a smile.

But then it went away in an instant, snuffed out like a candle in a winter whirlwind because caution and worry were shoving their way into Joan’s brain. She looked Cathy and Anne up and down again, then stepped back. She’s retreated back into her shell, suddenly frightened.

“Wh-why are you doing this?” She asked softly, hugging her book close to her chest like she thought it may protect her from cruel words or even physical blows. “Wh-why are y-you...” She trailed off, looking away.

“Oh, Joan,” Anne murmured. “We want to be your friend.”

Joan stared at her with impossibly wide eyes. Then, she’s stumbling over her words- “You want to- I’m your- you like- no- no- you can’t- you will hurt- no- no- no!”- and trembling. Cathy reached out to comfort her, but she cried out and darted under her arm and out the door. They both heard her run haphazardly down the black staircase and somewhere further into the theater, leaving them defeated and saddened.

“Well,” Anne breathed. “That could have gone better.”

———

Aragon found her curled up under the piano in one of the rehearsal rooms with her knees to her chest, crying. She had been going to find the prop master to see if the blanks for the guns had come in, but that was the last thing on her mind when she heard the soft sniffles and whimpers of Joan Meutas.

She hurried inside, setting her cup of tea and script down on one of the shelves immediately, and knelt down in front of the piano. Joan’s head jerked up, but her frightened eyes softened slightly when she realized it wasn’t anyone that wanted to hurt her.

Joan trusted her.

A flutter of joy tickled inside of Aragon, but she pushed it aside for the moment. She examined Joan, luckily finding no open wounds or gashes or bruises, but any pain inflicted on her to make her cry could easily be mental and emotional, not physical.

“Joan, honey,” She said softly. “What’s wrong?”

Joan sniffled and wiped her eyes with her sleeve. She was doing her best to not look at Aragon, but she seemed to crave the warmth and tenderness in her eyes.

“N-nothing,” She whispered so quietly Aragon almost didn’t hear it.

“Did one of the girls do something to you?” Aragon asked.

Joan shook her head wordlessly. Aragon crawled underneath the piano and sat down next to her.

“Then what is it?”

Joan hesitated a moment, sniffled, then whispered, “S-someone asked to be my friend.”

Aragon’s eyes lit up. “Oh, Joan, that’s wonderful!” She beamed. “Who was it?”

“A-Anne Boleyn and C-Cathy Parr,” Joan told her. She clasped her hands together tightly. “I-I know who they go around with Miss Aragon. They’re just gonna trick me again...”

Aragon frowned. She knew that Joan was wary of people, but it seemed like her social anxiety and fear of others ran much deeper than she thought. She couldn’t even believe that someone wanted to be her friend.

“Well, maybe they’re not,” Aragon said, hoping to raise Joan’s spirits. “Maybe they really mean it.”

“But why?” Joan looked up at Aragon and her eyes were so, so sad. Aragon wished she could reach inside of her and crush every ounce of misery and fear and doubt that festered in her. “Why me? Why would anyone want to be my friend?”

“Oh, sweetheart...”

It was awful. Nobody deserved to be so untrustworthy of the world and its people.

“Joan, baby,” Aragon took Joan’s smaller, bony hands in hers and held them tightly. “Do you wanna know what I see when I look at you?”

Joan tensed and Aragon could practically hear her brain screaming, “Here it comes! You shouldn’t have trusted her! She’s going to tell you how horrible you are!”

She silenced them herself.

“I see a beautiful young lady.” Aragon told her. Joan’s eyes widened. “You’re so wonderful and sweet and amazing, Joan. You are a blessing. And anyone who gets to be friends with you should be honored to be friends with such an angel.”

Joan blushed and looked away shyly, but she wasn’t able to smother the giddy smile twitching on her lips. She craved compliments and affection, Aragon knew. She was just too modest to admit to anything said highly about her and too anxious to ask for a gentle touch.

“You’re just saying that...” Joan mumbled.

“Don’t be daft, Joan,” Aragon said, nudging her. “It’s all true.”

“Y-you really think I’m an angel?” Joan asked softly.

Aragon smiled and pressed a soft kiss to her forehead, which nearly sent her dissolving into tears all over again.

“Of course.”

Joan stared at her in shock before folding into her arms. Aragon held her protectively, stroking her long blonde hair.

“If you’d like,” She said, “I can go talk to Anne and Cathy. Make sure they aren’t trying anything. How does that sound?”

Joan nodded. “I-I like that plan...”

It was settled. Once Joan and Aragon eventually eased apart, Aragon went to go find Anne and Cathy after making Joan was completely okay to be left on her own. When she found the pair, she herded them into their dressing room and promptly began to grill them on their charade.

“We aren’t trying to trick her!” Anne cried.

“Then why are you just now asking to be her friend?” Aragon asked calmly. “Why are you now deciding to be nice to her?”

“I—” Anne’s shoulder’s slumped and she sat back in her chair heavily. “I don’t know, okay? I just— What happened yesterday was awful.”

“Yes, it was,” Aragon said. She glanced momentarily at Cathy and remembered how she had gotten some blood on her.

“We thought that this would be good for her.” Cathy tried. “To get her to be with people and join in on a few things...”

“Make her apart of things?” Aragon guessed.

“Yeah!” Cathy nodded, but deflated when she saw Aragon roll her eyes.

“We aren’t that stupid, Catherine.” Aragon said. “And neither is Joan. She knows who you’re friends with.”

“Do you think I WANT to be cousins with Kitty after what she did yesterday?” Anne said. “Or friends with Jane? And, if it makes anything any better, I’ve downgraded Maggie to a mutual costar.”

Aragon sighed and rubbed her forehead. “I just don’t want Joan to get hurt again.”

“We’re not going to hurt her, Catalina.” Cathy said.

Aragon examined the two of them for a moment and then took a deep breath and folded her hands together in her lap.

“Look me in the eye,” She said, “and tell me that again. Tell me that you will not hurt Joan and that you genuinely want to be her friend.”

Anne looked into Aragon’s dark eyes and said, “We’re not going to hurt Joan.”

Aragon stared back at her for a long time, then snorted a light laugh and leaned back.

“Alright,” She said. “I have a pretty good bullshit detector. I believe you. For now. Don’t make me regret that.”

Anne and Cathy both smiled in relief.

“Thank you, Catalina.”

“Yes, thank you.”

Aragon nodded. “I’ll go get Joan.”

She retrieved the girl and, after explaining to her that Anne and Cathy weren’t going to hurt her, left her alone with them to finally go talk to the prop master.

“Hey,” Anne said, smiling gently at the girl now sitting across from her.

“Hi,” Joan whispered. She doesn’t have her head raised, but she kept glancing up at Anne and Cathy.

Anne thought for a moment. She wasn’t quite sure what to talk about with Joan. She didn’t want to bring up the conversation with Aragon because the extra layer of “we’re not gonna hurt you” may seem a bit suspicious. Luckily, however, her girlfriend quickly jumped in to fill the silence before it got too awkward.

“When did you learn to play the piano?” Cathy asked.

Joan laced a finger around the chain of her cross necklace and tugged on it. “Umm— the house w-we moved into had one. I-it’s kinda old, but...” She shrugged a little. “I like it.”

“Well, you’re very good,” Cathy said. “Your playing is beautiful.”

Joan blushed. “Thank you.” She mumbled.

She tugged harder on the chain and Anne noticed that it was starting cut into her skin.

“Joan—” She stood up and walked over to her purse, fishing out a squishy green parrot that she would often use as a stress ball. She sat back down and offered it to Joan. “You’re hurting your fingers, sweetheart. Play with this.”

Joan stared at it, then glanced up at Anne’s encouraging eyes and Cathy’s smiling face. Slowly, so slowly, she untangled her finger from where it was coiled her necklace and tentatively took the parrot. She squeezed it in her hands a few times, a tiny smile forming on her pale lips.

“Do you like it?” Anne asked.

Joan nodded shyly.

“Why don’t you keep it then?”

Joan’s head whipped up comically fast and her bug-eyed expression would have been even funnier if it weren’t for what the reaction implied.

“Oh, M-Miss Anne, I-I can’t—” Joan stammered, and yet she was still glancing down at the parrot as if it were the most valuable thing in the world.

“I insist, Joan.” Anne said. “You need it a lot more than I do. And I don’t use it that often, anyone. The poor little guy is probably so lonely in my purse.”

“Surrounded by gum wrappers,” Cathy added with a titter.

“Hsst.” Anne elbowed her playfully. She looked forward when she heard Joan shuffling in her seat and saw the girl taking some money out of her back pocket.

“I-it’s not much— I was gonna use it to ride the bus home, b-but—”

Oh Joan. Anne thought sadly. Oh you poor, sweet child. You WOULD give up the money that’ll get you home safely for a squishy toy parrot I stole from the lost-and-found in college.

“No no, put that away.” Anne said hurriedly and Joan stopped, tilting her head at her like SHE was the crazy one.

“Think of it as a gift.” Anne said. “Have you ever gotten a gift before?”

Joan looked away and Anne frowned, knowing the answer.

“You don’t have to pay me or give me anything, I promise.” Anne assured her.

Joan nodded and put her money away. “Thank you,” She whispered before looking down at the parrot with a look on her face that said she was trying to remember the last time she had been given something. “Thank you.”

“You deserve it, Joan.” Anne said and Cathy nodded in agreement at her side.

“I like birds,” Joan said softly. She turned the parrot over in her hands, examining every inch of it. Despite it being old and a little patchy in some areas, she seemed to think it was the most amazing thing in the entire world.

“Do you?” Cathy inquired. “What’s your favorite?”

“Snowy owls.” Joan said, smiling a little more. “Or barn owls. I just like owls. But ducks are cute, too.”

“They are.” Cathy agreed.

“Do you have any pets?” Anne asked.

Joan shook her head with an adorably grumpy expression. “No,” She said. “Mama says animals are filthy, but I really like them! I wish I could get a cat or just a fish...” Her shoulders slumped and she gazed at the parrot longingly, like she was hoping it would magically come to life and be her new pet.

“Maybe you will one day!” Cathy said. “You never know.”

Joan nodded. “Maybe.”

Anne and Cathy talked with Joan for twenty more minutes, slowly but surely easing her out of her shell, before she said she had to go before she missed her bus home. She waved to them goodbye, offering a rare, nearly-full smile before disappearing out the dressing room door.

—

“Mama!” Joan called. “I’m home!”

She hung her bag up neatly on one of the hooks in the front room and darted into the kitchen, not even glancing at the crucifix. Her mind was too focused on getting out ingredients from the cabinets.

Anne might have said she didn’t want payment, but she had to give her something. Cathy and Aragon, too. She couldn’t just get so much kindness for free.

“What kind of cookies do you think they would like?” She asked her new parrot, which she placed on the kitchen island. “Snickerdoodles or oatmeal?”

She didn’t get a reply, but she pretended in her head that it responded to her.

“Snickerdoodles!” She nodded. “You’re right! Everyone likes those!”

She excitedly took out the cinnamon and sugar, grinning in a way that she hadn’t done in forever. But who could blame her? She had friends!

#carrie au #six the musical #six the musical fanfic #six the musical fanfiction #six fanfiction #six fanfic #catherine of aragon #katherine howard #jane seymour #anne boleyn #maggie on the guitar #catherine parr #joan on the keys #parrlyn #parrleyn #boleyn x parr #parr x boleyn #god forgive us all

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Comparing the SKAM Remakes: SANA (Part I)

Sana (SKAM original)

Sana is constantly having to defend and explain herself to others - her friends, her family, strangers. We see this with Vilde when she says Sana can’t have sex, and Sana clarifies that by explaining that she can have sex, she just chooses not to. There is also the assumption that Sana isn’t interested in boys or that she can’t participate in russefeiring “because she’s not ‘allowed’ to drink alcohol.” We see it with her parents when she has to explain to her mom that not all aspects of Islam fit her, and with her brother when she references him discouraging her from wearing a hijab in order to fit in more and avoid stigma. And finally, she explains during her season that she has experienced watching her brother being spit on, being asked racist questions, and other rude or hateful acts because she and her family are Muslim.

The struggle to be both Norwegian and Muslim turns into a competition she gets lost in, and she ends up doing some very non-Muslim things like bully the Pepsi Max squad and lie in order to procure a russ bus. She also develops feelings for former Muslim and current atheist Yusef, which opens up an internal debate about the “Muslims only marry Muslims” rule.

With all of her bitchiness, her prickliness, her rudeness and her mistakes, I still absolutely adore Sana. She is strong, outspoken, and takes absolutely no shit from anyone. Her story is so incredibly relevant to the world as a whole because of the way a lot of people view Islam or other “restrictive” aspects/sects of Christianity or other religions. It is a reminder that ultimately we should strive to love and understand each other, whether you are a theist or an atheist, a Muslim or a Norwegian. All is love.

Everything I Love:

The opening scene with the contrast between Sana’s view from the bus with terrorist attacks and None of Dem by Robyn & Royksopp is so fun, & the look Sana gives the woman giving her a look over on the bus is pure Sana perfection

The scene when Elias called Sana a slave woman and all of his friends gave him a verbal beatdown

When we heard that Eskild was redecorating Noora’s room without her permission

The Hot in Here scene with all the Balloon Squad working out while the girl squad ogles them, and the way Sana visibly snaps herself out of her trance. Also the shot of them coming up the street with a bunch of balloons to meet the girls is iconic

The way Yousef comes over to talk to Sana while she is over in the corner being a grump on the bus - I knew there was a reason she and Isak became friends. They’re both grumpy pants.

When Sana catches Yousef dancing in her living room

The happy little look on her face when Yousef sends her a friend request on Facebook. She always smiles so freaking bright when she’s having fun with him

When Yousef showed off his carrot peeling skills

The way the Pepsi Max squad always has Pepsi

When Yousef took the rap for the vodka left out at Sana’s party, then Sana was hit with a metaphorical brick when Yousef told her he isn’t Muslim. You could see the shock on her face, and now she is conflicted because “Muslims only marry Muslims” and she clearly has already developed feelings for Yousef

When Sana and Noora drink coffee and bask in their solidarity that Vilde and Magnus are gross

When Sana and Yousef play basketball together and we see her smile - we have NEVER seen her smile like that. And then they have a heart to heart about their individual religious beliefs and it is PURE GOLD

“I just feel like Islam, or religion in general, creates a lot of anxiety in people . . . I personally feel like I’ve taken the best out of the religion and thrown away the rest. It’s like, compassion towards others, being grateful for what’s best, having compassion. That’s it. Don’t you think I can remember to be a good person without praying?” - Yousef

“For me, everything can be total chaos during the day, but the moment I start to pray, everything turns quiet and clear. Because even though there’s all this chaos, you’ll remember what really matters. It’s fine because everything has a bigger context and a meaning. Because every little part of the universe is so complex. Imagine that! Even the brain of a cockroach has greater meaning on earth. I just can’t believe all of that is a coincidence,” - Sana

Her chat with Elias was also fantastic

“What’s more important, saying you believe in Allah or behaving as though you believe in Allah?” - Elias

Watching everyone join in during “Imagine” definitely almost had me tearing up - another song added to my playlist. Honestly this scene was so sweet and touching and then everything just came crashing down. It was intense. And Sana’s face just looked freaking broken. Then when she overheard that her suspicions about being pushed out of the group because she’s Muslim were correct it was like an extra stab through the heart

The scene where she’s walking through the schoolyard was excellent - very reminiscent of Isak’s similar scene, and another way in which the two of them parallel one another

And this line is so, so true from Sana to Isak regarding why she never told Isak she knew Even before he met Isak

“I think Even should get to choose for himself how much he wants to share about his past. I mean, you might not want to share every thing about your past.”

When Sana and Jamilla have the conversation about all the different ways people fast, and Jamilla references her friend who won’t even swallow her own spit. So this friend goes around spitting all the time while she’s fasting. “She’s really confident about it, too.”

Both Sana’s expression of how she thinks the world views her and Isak’s response are very powerful

Sana: “Do you know what people think when they see me, when they see my hijab, which is the first thing they see? They think I’m wearing it because I’m forced to, not because I want to. And if I say it’s because I want to, then I’m just oppressed because I can’t have my own opinion. We talk about freedom of religion and all kinds of freedoms here in Norway, but being allowed to wear an extra piece of clothing, that’s wrong? Do you know what people do when they see Elias and I walking down the street? They spit at him because they think he’s oppressing me! He doesn’t even want me to wear the hijab because he doesn’t want me to get hate. Do you know how fucking tiring it is to walk out the door everyday knowing it’s yet another day where you have to prove to a whole country that you’re not oppressed . . . I’ve received so many dumb, racist questions in my life.”

Isak: “The dumb questions are so fucking important. People can’t stop asking the dumb questions because when they stop asking the dumb questions they start making up their own answers. And that’s dangerous. You just have to stop looking for racism in dumb questions. Even if they feel racist, it’s so fucking important to answer them.”

The Los Losers bus definitely had me tearing up

When Linn admitted to sending a used tampon to someone who flirted with the boy she liked

When we see Eskild picking up his guru mantle once more and he compares The Bible to Beyoncé . . . “The Bible says ‘The greatest of these is love’ or as Beyoncé would say ‘Love on top,’” while giving Sana advice

Noora’s face both when she saw William getting out of his car and when she got out of his after a four day sex and talk marathon

The conversation between Sana and her mom about why it is important for her to eventually marry someone who understands her beliefs and reminds her of them, not because she should be Muslim but because she chooses to be Muslim and she “would be very lonely if she were the only one in the relationship who believes.” So, whether or not she marries a nonbeliever or a non-Muslim is Sana’s choice, but there would be essential parts of Sana’s own wellbeing that would effected if she chose to go that route because her faith is an essential part of who she is.

The conversation with Noora was equally important. They may not necessarily be fated to be together, but there is a reason this person (Yousef) came into Sana’s life and avoiding him would be ignoring this sign from fate that this person is supposed to be a part of her life right now. Life is now.

When Yousef and Sana have yet another philosophical/religious discussion and Yousef proposes: “Maybe that’s why society needs religion. Democracy isn’t based on the idea that all people are different. It’s based on the idea that all people have equal worth. And that idea doesn’t exactly come from science. But I don’t think it helps to pretend there aren’t prejudices. What you have to do instead is show what Islam is.”

And The Finale!!!

When Vilde was putting on her makeup and listening to Pretty Hurts by Beyoncé, and everything else about her segment. I loved getting that glimpse into some of her life and mind for a little while. I’m still disappointed she never got to tell us her story during the original SKAM.

When Eva reminds Chris that he’s a fuckboy so they can never be together. Sure he’s momentarily disappointed and probably felt sad for a little bit, but he was really quick to move on to Emma - proving Eva was smarter than him and knew him better than he knew himself. Seriously though the scene where Penetrator Chris and Emma first see each other is fucking awesome

I LOVE LOVE LOVE that the school nurse has a big white dildo on the desk next to her while she has her chat with Chris

When we see Even stressing over making Isak’s birthday perfect

The interaction between Eskild and Linn when Eskild tells Linn she has to wear a hijab to Sana’s party because Sana is Muslim was hilarious. And then he told her they are always going to be there for each other and it got me right in the feels

And then when Eskild was proposing he, Noor, and Linn could share everything together if William moved in . . . shampoo, and William, and dish soap . . .

Then Vilde to Chris; “You know why you’re my best friend? Because no matter how hard my day is, you always find a way to make me laugh. Sometimes it makes you feel better to pretend that you’re fine.”

And the final speech!!!!

“Dear Sana, This speech is for you. And you’re getting it because what you’re inviting us to today overthrows American presidents tomorrow. We live in a chaotic world where it is difficult to understand the rules. Because why are some people poor and other people rich? Why do some people have to be refugees while others are safe? And why is it that sometimes even though you try to do something good it’s still met with hate?

It’s not weird that people give up, that they stop believing the good. But thank you so much for not giving up, Sana. Because even though it sometimes feels like it no one is ever alone. Each and everyone of us is part of the big chaos. And what you do today has an effect tomorrow.

it can be hard to say exactly what kind of effect, and usually you can’t see how everything fits together. But the effects of your actions are always there, somewhere in the chaos. In 100 years we may have machines that can predict effects of every action but until then we can trust this: Fear spreads But… But, fortunately love does too.”

I’m going to go cry now.

#skam #sanaxyousef #sana #Muslim #islam #religion #atheism #islamophobia #russ

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POSTSCRIPT: IN THE AFTERGLOW

{a little Lambskel-centric companion piece I wrote to @stfustucky‘s Custom Made, set directly after chapter 15. ao3}

Geralt’s door closed with a gentle thud; he and Jaskier were settled for the night, and that in turn settled something inside Eskel. Just one more idiot brother to take care of. Not that Eskel wouldn’t be absolutely lying if he said that his motives in making his way back to Lambert's room were purely altruistic.

It had been a uniquely busy day, and they were all as a result, uniquely exhausted. But still Eskel felt an… itch. Just beneath the surface of his skin. It had been there for hours now, but he had dutifully ignored it in the face of Jaskier’s much more urgent needs. With that done however, his own desires burned to make themselves known, demanding satisfaction.

The prospect of more skin contact should have made him sick — and it did. The thought of touching Jaskier anymore, or Geralt, or hell anyone for that matter, made his skin crawl. He chafed everywhere. Oil, sweat, spit, and an unfathomable amount of seed stuck to his skin, drying in matted clumps on his chest and stomach and groin. The smell clung to his nose, thick and cloying. It was nauseating, to be quite honest, and the smell of stale fuck only got stronger the closer he got to Lambert’s room.

But under it all there was that intoxicating blend of apple, cinnamon, clove, nutmeg, sparkles (if that was thing that had a smell,) citrus — Baby Wolf. Lambert who — save for a scant few incidental brushes as they traded off getting Jaskier off — he hadn’t gotten to touch properly all day. And that just wouldn’t do now, would it?

“C’mon you filthy bastard, let’s get you cleaned up.” He sauntered into the room to find the youngest wolf splayed on his bed like a sacrificial — well not virgin, but you get the idea. He hadn’t even bothered getting under the sheets which, considering his long-standing and well documented (groused about) hatred of the cold, was truly a testament to how spent he was. Seeing him so wrecked — all loose limbs and tousled hair, his face slack, skin still faintly flushed, Eskel almost felt bad disturbing him. Almost, because Lambert was fussier than he’d ever admit, and the filthy sheets, and enough fluids crusting on his skin to rival Eskel, hardly promised a good night’s sleep. “C’mon little wolf,” Eskel cooed. He perched himself on the foot of the bed, coaxingly stroking Lambert’s shin with blunt nails. “Want me to carry you?”

“Fuck off I’m not a fucking child,” Lambert grumbled petulantly, but sat up anyway; elbows on his knees, blearily rubbing at his eyes with the heals of his palms. “Fuck I’m tired.” He slumped into Eskel’s side, and thick fingers immediately began lightly scratching his scalp in small circles. Not enough.

“I know, but you’ll sleep better in a clean bed.” His voice low, and gravelly. In part because he was exhausted, but mostly because he knew all the little tricks it took to entice a grumpy Lambert into his bed. The voice was a crucial element.

“Aren’t you tired of… touching?” Lambert whined. He would never admit that he whined. Might stab you if you called him out on it. But it was a whine. Still, he didn’t move away, and Eskel took that as encouragement, sliding his hand down to rub Lambert's upper back.

“Not you,” he leaned in closer, burying his nose in Lambert’s hair both to prove his point, and to seek out more of that smell like spiced cider. “I always want you close.” That couldn't be denied. They were always touching when no one was looking, only slightly less when they were, and the days at the beginning and end of their annual spell at Kaer Morhen were spent trying to quell the frantic need to make up for lost time. It never worked, but it made damn sure they survived another long year on the Path.

Lambert didn’t answer for a while, leaving Eskel to wonder if he’d fallen asleep sitting up. “Fine,” he finally relented, but didn’t move.

“My offer stands." Eskel smiled, but it wasn't teasing. His voice stayed low; thunder rolling in the distance, the promise of something coming. Lambert loved the rain. "Wouldn’t be the first time.”

“Nah, I can walk,” Lambert insisted, and pressed himself harder into Eskel’s side, eyes closed, the beginnings of a smile playing at the corner of his lips. Eskel didn’t bother suppressing a chuckle as he wrapped an arm around the smaller Witcher’s waist and gently pulled him up.

Lambert’s less than half-hearted show of independence lasted only until they left the relative warmth of his room and stepped into the bone-chilling hallway. The cold set his teeth chattering instantly, and he wasted no time in jumping onto Eskel’s back and hanging on like a limpet, doing his level best to soak in as much heat as possible. Until Lambert, Eskel hadn’t known any Witcher to shiver. Assumed they just didn’t. But then, Lambert was always special.

“Fuck it’s cold. Should’ve put on some pants. Or boots at least.” Sticky chest (and sticky cock) pressed into Eskel’s back, sticky face buried in the crook of his neck, sticky limbs wrapped securely around his torso, Eskel probably should have been more grossed out than he was. Mostly he just felt warmth pooling in his chest as something gold and glowing settled deep in him. Love, satisfaction — call it what you want. “Hurry up would you?” Those lips mumbling his against skin; Eskel fought down the urge to groan in pleasure.

As soon as they passed the threshold of Eskel’s significantly less pungent quarters, Lambert sprang for the bed, but was immediately jerked back by a firm grip around his wrist.

“Fuck’s sake Eskel! It’s freezing, my balls are about to fall off.”

“You’re covered in come Lambert, your balls will last another minute.” But he picked Lambert up by the waist and stood him on the rug by the fireplace anyway, so that at the very least he wouldn't standing on cold stone.

Eskel fetched a clean cloth and a pair of trousers, igni-ed up a small basin of water and set to work wiping Lambert down. His large hands were impossibly gentle, as they always were, but he moved with efficiency, and kept a steadying hold on the fast fading youngest wolf the whole time. He resisted the urge to linger at the smaller man’s tenderest places, instead kneeling down to help Lambert into the thick, soft trousers he not-so-secretly kept on hand just for him. He planted a chaste kiss into his firm stomach just above the waistband as he tied off the laces.

Eskel wanted more — wanted to kiss him breathless, senseless, wanted to watch him fall apart and come together again under his careful attention — but Lambert was swaying where he stood, half gone, and they had tomorrow.

“Go on then,” Eskel whispered, voice hoarse. He barely held back a laugh (only so many times he could get away with that in one night) as Lambert launched himself into the bed with cat-like eagerness and agility.

“Fuck this is good,” Lambert moaned as he curled up beneath the pile of furs.

“Yeah,” Eskel agreed, just looking at the soft face and ruffled hair peeking out while he wiped himself down just as thoroughly but with much less ceremony. “Pretty damn near perfect.”

After stoking the all but dead fire back to life, he crawled up next to Lambert and twisting, retrieved a vial from his bedside table.

“That your broken-dick oil?” Lambert didn’t need to look to know, the act was so familiar.

“Mhm. Thought we could both use some. May I?”

“Fine.” Lambert helpfully rolled onto his back. “But no funny business.” When nothing happened, he cracked open an eye to find Eskel peering at him with amused questioning painted on his face. “I can smell you getting hornier by the second you lecherous old bastard,” he explained, “and I’m all fucked out.” “Mm,” Eskel hummed indulgently, smiling at him. “No funny business,” he agreed, pouring the subtle thyme and lavender concoction onto his palm, holding it moment to warm it up. He slid his deft hand into Lambert’s trousers, and took his time massaging the oil into Lambert’s velvety, very soft, very much spent cock and balls — nothing funny, just… savouring the feel of the other man his hand. Once he got them both sorted, he rubbed the excess oil onto Lambert’s chest, knowing he found the smell pleasantly soporific.

Finally settling down, Eskel arranged them so that they lay chest to chest, with Lambert’s head resting on Eskel’s bicep, tucked under his chin. He breathed in the scent of Lambert, not completely clean, but clean enough for now. Tomorrow they could scrub off in the hot springs and then get to work bathing in the smell of them instead. But for now they had this lazy intimacy. Eskel stroked Lambert’s back with his free hand, from the nape of his neck to the very small of his back.

“This okay?” He asked, not un-smugly when Lambert squirmed against him.

“S’fine,” Lambert answered, and then, after a deep, considering inhale, “s’nice.”

Warm in Eskel’s bed, cradled safely in Eskel’s arms, the smell of lavender and thyme, and the damp stone of Eskel swaying him gently to sleep’s edge, Lambert drifted. Fully relaxed, entirely exhausted, utterly unguarded, his mind, rather unfortunately and completely unsanctioned, began actually processing the day’s events instead of just hastily shoving them away, as was his custom. Not good. He didn’t like it. His brow twitched into a frown. His shoulder’s bunched slightly. He clasped his hands between his knees.

“I can hear you thinking little wolf. Sounds painful.” Eskel did in fact hear the slightest stutter in breathing, just as he caught the sour note of worry and sadness, felt the tension creeping into the body in in his arms. When Lambert didn’t offer up an explanation, Eskel cupped the back of his neck, thumbing his jaw, and gently pulled them far enough apart to look at him properly. “What’s wrong?”

Lambert’s eyes flickered to his and away again. Never a good sign. “I’m an arsehole.” Straight to the point, at least. After so many decades he knew that he could trust Eskel with anything.

Eskel hummed, more to buy himself time to figure out what the fuck Lambert was on about than anything else. He was far too tired and would have preferred to wait until morning to have any sort of conversation, but he wasn’t about to let whatever this was eat at Lambert all night. “This about your attempt at dirty-talk?” He realised eventually.

“Yeah,” Lambert confirmed. He still didn’t make eye contact, but even in the dark his guilt was evident to Eskel — written clear as day across the shadows of face, the too-taught lines of his body, in his smell.

Sure, Lambert could be a prick; it was an image he cultivated carefully and with great pride, but he never wanted to actually hurt anyone he didn’t think deserved it. Couldn’t stand the thought in fact. And he definitely didn’t think Jaskier deserved it. Left to navigate his thoughts alone, Lambert would inevitably fall into a spiral of shame and self-loathing they’ll have a hell of a time pulling him out of, and not without significant collateral damage. Eskel wasn’t going to let it happen.

“Pretty sure he forgave you. More than once if memory serves.”

“Well that’s just because he’s nice innit?”

“So are you.”

“M’not nice.” Lambert grumbled, trying to hide his face against Eskel’s chest again as he sniffled almost imperceptibly.

“Hey, look at me.” When he wasn’t immediately obeyed, Eskel tugged lightly at Lambert’s hair and was met with acquiescence; puppy eyes looked up at him imploringly, glistening more than the fire- and moonlight could account for. “Lambert, if you were so much as half the arsehole you think you are, you wouldn’t be so worked up about it. You made a mistake. It happens. He forgave you, and he was perfectly happy to have you keep fucking and fussing him. All day.”

This time when Lambert tucked his face into his neck, Eskel let him, giving him time to work through the logic on his own. If pushed too hard, he’d just get stubborn about it, and then there would be no stopping him from crashing.

“Think Geralt’s mad?” Lambert asked eventually, having decided that yeah, the he and the bardling were probably okay. He’d apologise again tomorrow just to be sure.

“I know he’s not. Wouldn’t have stayed if he was, or thanked you after, or agreed to wash your sheets.” More concrete evidence for Lambert to turn over before accepting that no, no one was mad at him.

Meanwhile, deep wintery silence dripped over them like black treacle, coating them in silky soft sweetness, and Eskel began to doze off. Still, he kept up a litany of tender, reassuring touches up and down Lambert’s back, making sure the younger man knew he was still there with him, for him. He scratch at the nape of his neck, rubbed firm circles between his shoulder-blades and the small of his back, gently massaged a large knuckle down his spine. Lambert slowly unwound, his shoulders went slack, he curled an arm around Eskel’s ribs, reaching up to play with his hair. But he could not so much as begin to fall asleep, hovering just on the precipice despite the bone-deep exhaustion of his body. He needed just a little more.

“Eskel?”

“Mm?”

“You can kiss me if you want.”

Another night, Eskel might have teased him for asking for affection in such a round-a-bout, Lambert-esque way, but he really wanted to kiss him and wouldn’t risk losing the privilege. Instead, he slid a hand up to cup Lambert’s jaw, tilting his head back, brushing his plush lower lip with a calloused thumb.

Another night, Lambert might have at least made a show of wrestling for control, but he was wanting. So instead he parted his lips just enough to let Eskel do as he pleased, and was rewarded with a deep, sweet kiss that pulsed through his whole body, and curled his toes. Waves of pleasure lapped at every raw thread of his nervous system, cresting in his skull, swallowing the noise in his mind and washing it out to sea. A kiss that only stopped when they were both smiling too much for Eskel to continue with any sort of craftsmanship.

“Better?”

Lambert was still smiling up at him — that smile like dancing sunlight that so few people got to see. A smile reserved for moments like this, when Lambert was alone with someone he loved, who he knew loved him and would never hurt him, or send him away. “Yeah.”

“Good,” Eskel all but purred. “Now get some rest.”

That same treacle silence, but sweeter, softer, smoother than silk and warmer than wool.

“Eskel?”

“Mm?”

A moment passed, the air between them filled with nothing but the sound of their hearts beating in time, and the vibration of hesitancy, anticipation. “Nothing.” Coward.

Another moment, another synchronous heartbeat. “I love you too Lambert.”

Petal pink warmth exploded across Lambert’s face, sinking into his chest, settling deep in his gut, quick and almost violent. He bit into Eskel’s collarbone, hard. Get it together moron.

Between the man before him and Aiden, — and fuck, sometimes even Geralt — it was getting easier to hear, easier to believe, easier to say, but slowly, slowly. “Love you.”

The pleased hum like rolling thunder that emanated from Eskel’s chest, rumbling through Lambert everywhere their bodies touched, was more than reward enough. The soft, lingering kiss pressed into his crown knocked him right out.

#Lambskel #the witcher fanfiction #lambert #eskel #lambert x eskel

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