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taurusdaylight · 3 months

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our rendezvous

summary. being lost in the horizon sounds scary, but not when you're hand in hand with your lover.

pairing. boyfriend! jaehyun x implied fem! reader

genre. established relationship! au, fluff

word count. 4,021

warnings/tags. as far as i know, nothing :) it's only a little angsty because of uncertainty about the future, but nothing too intense! very very fluffy,,,, maybe a lil pda (oh?)

a/n. ur resident valentine is back! i'm so sorry for going off the grid, my life has been a blur over the past few months… i did nothing and everything. anyway, this is inspired by none other than horizon (soty!) and i was very lucky to have had the opportunity to visit florence, where the horizon mv was filmed, so i knew i had to write this! after finishing it, i realised it's rather similar to my first fic but what can i say, i love jaehyun travel! aus, plus, jaehyun and forever just go together. <3 hope the new year is treating everyone kindly, and as always, have fun reading~

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Navigating life after graduation was akin to walking through a maze, struggling to find a way out. Growing up, you always thought that everyone’s life had already been nicely written out since there were only two things that truly mattered: school and work. The adults always preached about how good academic records would land you a great job. All your life, you never failed to achieve and maintain stellar grades so you never doubted that you would get a job. Yet, as the day of your graduation approached, you started to worry that you might not end up finding a job. Or at least, one that was to your liking.

The thought of working for the rest of your life sounded… boring. Perhaps an oversimplification, but you always made sure to put a hundred percent into your studies, so you felt like you never really had the chance to live your life the way you wanted to. You weren’t a party animal per se, but you wouldn’t hesitate to skip a night out with your friends if you had an important deadline to meet. It was always academics over everything else. Apart from meeting expectations that others had on you, the fear of failure haunted you too. More often than not, the urge of wanting to disappear creeped into your mind. It didn’t seem like a bad idea, running away to some random part of the world where no one knew you. Once you’ve spent enough time there, you could easily travel to another city and explore till your heart’s content. That was the dream. Unfortunately, this particular dream of yours never came true.

That was, until now.

Treading the path of adulthood was admittedly scary, you could slip and fall at any given moment and not know how to pick yourself up. But, you weren’t on your own.

Jeong Jaehyun, your boyfriend of two years, shared the same sentiment. Sure, he was ambitious and had his goals set out. Like you, however, working himself to death wasn’t one of the things on his list. Jaehyun believed that it was important to strike a balance, to not throw yourself into something so deep that you would get lost in it. Working may be important but it would never hurt to have a little fun whenever time called for it.

You first met Jaehyun in Introduction to Film Studies. Both second-year students, you and Jaehyun clicked extremely well with each other as you bonded over your shared love for films. What started as study sessions to help each other with assignments eventually progressed to warm, cosy movie date nights that also involved cuddling under a fluffy blanket on Jaehyun’s couch.

While there have been minor arguments over those two years, you and Jaehyun always made sure to communicate. After all, a couple is supposed to fight the problem, not each other. The both of you understood that. These disagreements never bothered you that much because you believed that they were part and parcel of every relationship. Instead, you wondered more about how lucky you are to have found someone like Jaehyun. As you liked to put it, Jaehyun was your twin flame. He spoke to your soul in a way that no one else could.

Instead of taking the conventional route of starting a full-time job after graduating, you and Jaehyun booked one-way tickets to Rome the week after your final exams. How long the both of you were going to stay there for, that was a question for another time. The plan was to have no plan, going wherever your feet took you. Both of your parents weren’t exactly agreeable about this idea, nagging about how irresponsible and irrational it was. But what could they do? It’s not as if they could physically stop two grown adults from going. Eventually, they were able to come to terms with it and simply asked the both of you to stay safe.

It’s been about three weeks or so since you two arrived in Rome. Tranquil mornings without a blaring alarm was something that you could really get used to. The icing on the cake would be waking up to the sight of Jaehyun sleeping peacefully next to you, an arm securely draped around your waist. His lips would slightly jut out, you would sometimes sneak a kiss or two because he simply looked too adorable to resist.

A day out together would look something like sitting by an artwork in a museum, coming up with various interpretations or hopping from café to café to try out different desserts (which were often, gelato), you couldn’t count with your fingers the number of times the staff had to chase the both of you out because they were closing. Time is said to fly past when you’re having fun, but even more so when you’re spending it with the love of your life. At least, that’s what you think.

The both of you woke up earlier than usual today because you’d turned in early the previous night, probably exhausted from all the walking. The sun wasn’t up yet, which meant that there were limited stores that were operating during this time too. It felt like a waste to sleep in and laze around in the apartment, so came the impulse decision of buying last-minute train tickets to Florence.

“C’mon baby,” Jaehyun half-shouted, his gaze flickering between you and the platform located at the other end of the station.

Hands intertwined, you and Jaehyun were sprinting as fast as your legs could carry you in order to catch your train that leaves in approximately two minutes. Or rather, you were doing everything in your power to match Jaehyun’s speed because why was he running like he was competing in the Olympics? So much for wanting an athletic boyfriend.

You were almost out of breath from running, you didn’t even have the energy to give Jaehyun a verbal answer. Instead, you tried to speed up like he told you to. After what felt like a hundred miles, the both of you finally reached the platform, boarded the train, and settled down into your allocated seats.

“Oh my goodness. We are never doing that again,” you said, panting.

Jaehyun shot you a wide grin. “Now that’s what I call an intense leg day.”

You were rendered speechless. Here you were, thinking that he was going to agree with you. But you also remembered that Jaehyun was a gym rat first, your boyfriend second. Jaehyun goes a little over the top with exercising, you could tell that much just by looking at his physique. Though, you wouldn’t say that it was exactly a bad thing. In fact, what a sight for sore eyes he was…

Before you had a chance to respond, Jaehyun used his other hand to push your head towards his shoulder. “Go to sleep, doll. Don’t want you feeling cranky in the middle of the day because you didn’t get to take your daily nap. I’ll wake you up when we’re reaching.”

Despite not being able to see him, you could hear the smile in Jaehyun’s voice, which caused you to grin too. Perhaps it was Jaehyun’s shoulder that made you comfy, but you could feel the sleepiness slowly start to envelop you, so you snuggled even closer to him.

“Good night, Jay,” you said before falling into slumber.

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The train ride took faster than expected, probably because you were asleep throughout the journey. Upon alighting, you and Jaehyun walked aimlessly along Via Faenza. You stopped in your tracks when you caught the pleasant aroma of coffee beans coming from a café, it was so inviting that the both of you had no choice but to enter.

Save for the long line of people in office-wear queuing to get their morning coffee fix, there was no one else occupying the seats in the café. Wanting to be away from the crowd, you and Jaehyun made your way to the corner booth seat situated all the way inside after getting your order. You sat next to each other, with Jaehyun's arm wrapped around your waist. Your torso was slightly exposed because of the cropped top that you wore, and Jaehyun’s fingertips easily found purchase on your skin. Soft traces all over, which oddly enough, made you feel tingly and warm simultaneously.

“Jaehyun,” you called out.

He turned to look at you. “Hmm?”

“Do you regret being here with me? Don’t you feel like you’re wasting your life away?”

Jaehyun halted his movements, but he did not loosen his grip on your waist. His answer was written all over his face, from his creased eyebrows to his frowning lips.

“Of course not, baby. Did I do or say something to make you think that way? I’m sorry if I did,” he said sincerely.

“No, you didn’t do or say anything of that sort!” you quickly clarified. “I think I’m just worried about the future, you know? Once all of this is over…”

A small smile played on Jaehyun’s lips as he removed his arm from your waist. He cupped your face in his hand, sighing. “I wish you could see yourself the way I saw you, because then you’d have nothing to worry about at all. You’re going to do great things, ____. I’m sure of that. But for now, just let loose and enjoy yourself, okay? You deserve to have a break.”

Jaehyun’s words could bring you to tears. He radiated so much positivity that it naturally rubbed off onto you, especially with the amount of time that you spend with each other. However, there were still moments of weakness, like now, where you’d inevitably think about how things could possibly go wrong. Before you could spiral into a whirlpool of negative thoughts, however, Jaehyun would pull you right out of it by telling you exactly what you need to hear in order to help get you through these times.

“Thank you,” you whispered, leaning in to place a gentle kiss on Jaehyun’s cheek.

Jaehyun made a sound, as if to signal that he was pondering. He pointed at his cheek and tapped on it with his index finger several times. “One more?”

You couldn’t help but giggle at his request, but who were you to deny him? Since you were feeling generous and grateful to your boyfriend, you quickly moved closer to give him two more kisses. One on his cheek, and the other on his lips. The best part was seeing the Cheshire cat smile appear on his face after he’d received his well-deserved kisses.

For the rest of the time at the café, you and Jaehyun were people-watching through the glass window while sipping on coffee and feeding each other small spoonfuls of pastries. At some point, random passer-bys became a part of a guessing game that started out of nowhere. Dating or siblings? What would their coffee order be if they came in here? The both of you had a lot of fun making up stories to back up your answer, boisterous laughter sounding through the place.

Afterwards, you and Jaehyun continued wandering through the streets now that more stores have opened. An apparel store selling headwear caught Jaehyun’s eye, and he spent about twenty minutes or so looking through the bucket hats. Taking one in his hand, he tried it on and started making silly faces at you while dancing.

“Stop it, you’re embarrassing me.” You reached a hand out in an attempt to remove the hat from Jaehyun’s head, but he swiftly avoided you.

He held on tightly to the hat. “I think this was made for me. I’m definitely getting it.”

The hat didn’t look bad on him, but it was still… questionable. A helpless sigh escaped your lips when you knew that nothing you say would change his mind. “Okay… as long as you’re happy.”

Fortunately, Jaehyun didn’t have thoughts of wearing the hat there and then. Because if not, you would think twice about walking next to him.

The next few stores mostly sold vintage items and souvenirs. You and Jaehyun ended up getting matching gnomes that had the initials of your first names carved into it. While checking out at the counter, the cashier made a comment about how cute the two of you look together and that the gnomes were such fitting choices, so much so that they looked like mini versions of you two. With shy smiles, the both of you thanked her before exiting the store. You also noticed the tinge of red on Jaehyun’s ears, but kept quiet about it since you were most likely a blushing mess yourself.

Then, it was time for lunch.

You and Jaehyun had previously crafted a mini bucket list, and one of the things on the list was to try the various types of pasta while you were in Italy, so that’s what the both of you had for lunch. It appeared that all the shopping must have taken up a great deal of your energy because the both of you still had an appetite for dessert afterwards, or, rather, gelato was considered a staple so there was no way that dessert could be skipped.

Although it was sunny, the summer heat wasn’t unbearable so you two were at the outdoor seating area of the gelato café. Within the vicinity of the café, there was a group of children playing catch with one another. After finishing the gelato, Jaehyun dragged you along to them.

“Ciao! I’m Jay,” he introduced with a friendly smile.

You introduced yourself to them too and stood behind Jaehyun, hiding slightly. You didn’t have anything against children, but you still considered them to be strangers, and you always had a hard time talking to strangers due to your reserved nature. You barely had any experience with children too so this was still foreign to you.

On the flipside, Jaehyun adores children. You could see it in the way his eyes would light up whenever he interacted with him. Not to mention, he was great with children (an understatement, if you had to be truthful). Seeing Jaehyun with children always made your heart swell, in a good or bad way, you weren’t sure… The only thing you were certain of was that you definitely wanted to have his children.

While you were spacing out, Jaehyun was quick to ask and memorise the names of the children. He played around with them for a bit and made sure to include you as well, the game of catch was never so fun before. However, it wasn’t long before you got tired, so you opted to sit at one corner to watch them. You whipped out your phone to capture this moment, giggling at how precious Jaehyun looked. Happiness looked great on Jaehyun, and you hoped that it would stay on him for a long, long time.

All of them grew tired after a few rounds too, putting an end to the game. While they were busy running around, you discreetly returned back to the café and told the cashier that you would be paying for the children to get gelato. You also grabbed a bottle of water and gave it to Jaehyun, who was perspiring profusely; indeed, an intense leg day it was for him.

Through body language and very poorly spoken Italian, you tried to tell the children that they could go pick out the flavours that they wanted at the café. You were far too preoccupied with communicating that to them, the endearing look that Jaehyun had on his face went unnoticed by you. Thankfully, the cashier was there to bridge the language barrier and they managed to get their gelato without any hiccups. Before leaving, each of the children gave you and Jaehyun a hi-five, a word of thanks echoing after one another.

Having spent almost the entire day in that area, you and Jaehyun decided to explore another part of the city before catching your train back to Rome. Long before this trip, you happened to stumble upon a website about the top spots that offered a picturesque view of the city. One of which was a twenty minute bus ride away from where you and Jaehyun were currently at.

When the bus arrived, you and Jaehyun entered by the back door and sat down. You were busy admiring the old architecture of the buildings outside until you felt Jaehyun’s hand touching the side of your face. You realised that he was trying to put one side of his wired earpiece in your ear, which caused you to turn and face him, and you saw that he already had the other side of the earpiece in. Jaehyun was smiling so widely that his dimples were showing. You brought a hand up to poke it, feeling a sense of victory because you were one of the very few people in the world whom he allowed to touch his dimples.

Shyly, you took Jaehyun’s hand and interlocked your fingers together. No words were exchanged between the both of you, but there was a mutual feeling that this exact moment perfectly encapsulated the love you and Jaehyun have for each other. Tender, somewhat otherworldly in a way where everything, like the chatter of the other passengers on the bus, seemed to fade out in the background.

As Can’t Take My Eyes Off You started playing through the earphones, you took it as an opportunity to mouth to Jaehyun, “I love you.”

Jaehyun’s dimples became more prominent at your sudden declaration. He made sure not to break eye contact with you before he mouthed back, “I love you.”

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“Look!” you exclaimed, pointing toward the replica statue of David. It was the first thing that you saw after alighting from the bus.

Jaehyun turned his head to look at what you were pointing at. “Wow, it’s stunning."

The both of you hurriedly walked over to take some photos, which ended up in you and Jaehyun bursting into fits of laughter because he was imitating the statue and posing in the same way. It definitely earned you a few stares from the other visitors, but you and Jaehyun were too busy laughing to even notice that you two were getting judged.

After snapping a few more photos, you and Jaehyun went to the other side of the square where you could see an overview of the city. It was breathtaking, to say the least, the both of you concurrently marvelled in awe at how it looked like a scene straight out of a movie. You could even spot the street that you two were at earlier in the day, as well as many other famous landmarks. Not to forget, the surrounding trees and mountains made it feel more complete, it was a perfect getaway from the bustling city for some peace and quiet.

The both of you were standing at the top of the stairs, and you saw that there was a walking trail below. Due to time constraints, however, it seemed more logical to sit and admire the view, since neither of you knew how long the walking trail was and where it led to. Besides, it was a perfect spot to catch the sunset before you had to leave for the train station, so you two sat on one of the steps near the top where you had an unobstructed view of the city.

Like before, you and Jaehyun were listening to music together while holding hands. Other than humming along to the song, Jaehyun would also sing some of the lyrics to you, especially if it was a sweet or cheesy line.

“Can’t believe I get to be here with you.” Even after some time had passed, you were still greatly impressed by the scenic view, in disbelief about how you could share this moment with your lover. The bright orange hues of the sun added more colour to the backdrop, it felt surreal watching it slowly go down.

“Me too,” Jaehyun replied almost immediately. “It feels like a dream…”

“If this is a dream, I don’t want to wake up from it,” you said while shifting closer to Jaehyun’s side. “Like, ever.”

“I want to stay here with you forever.” Your voice came out as a whisper, because deep down, a part of you was afraid that this happiness would be taken away from you abruptly.

Yet again, Jaehyun made one of those sounds to indicate that he was thinking, which made you gasp in response.

“You don’t want to be with me?” you questioned, a look of betrayal on your face.

“No, silly,” Jaehyun chuckled. “Of course I want to be with you.”

Jaehyun let out a deep breath, as though he had to brace himself for what he was going to say next. “The thought of eternity feels scary. But if I know that you’ll be there with me, then… there’s nothing to be scared of. I think, for me… forever is where you are, wherever that may be.”

Silence ensued, music playing through the shared earphones being the only source of sound. Jaehyun gulped awkwardly when he noticed that your gaze was fixed on him, but you weren’t saying anything. “Did that come out wrong? I don’t even know what I’m saying sometimes. But I guess I was trying to say that–”

You cut Jaehyun off with a kiss. He smiled against your lips, causing you to do the same. Jaehyun’s hand travelled to the small of your back to pull you in before he tilted his head to the side for better access, going straight for your upper lip to return the kiss. It was slow, delicate, and everything you could ever ask for. You sighed when you felt Jaehyun’s hand running over your skin; he knew exactly what he was doing. Every kiss that you shared with Jaehyun never fell short of being exhilarating, which was one of the great things about love… or Jaehyun. Perhaps, both.

He was the first to pull away, staring intently at you with a cheeky smile on his face. Jaehyun leaned in closer until he could bury his head into the crook of your neck, leaving another kiss on your collarbone. You wrapped your arms around his frame, hugging him as tightly as possible. You and Jaehyun stayed like this for a while until you heard a lady yelp from a distance away, her loud voice grabbing your attention.

As you looked up to find out what the commotion was about, tears immediately filled your eyes and you had to do everything that you could to hold them back.

The said lady was standing by the railing, both hands covering her mouth. In front of her was a man, down on one knee, holding out a box with a diamond ring. You tapped Jaehyun’s shoulder so that he’d sit back up, and he turned to see what you were looking at. All of the other visitors were also invested, as everyone patiently for the lady's answer.

Everything happened so quickly. The lady nodding and getting pulled into a hug by her fiancé, the crowd erupting in cheers and applause–a truly sweet moment to witness. Without thinking much, you blurted out, “that’s going to be us.”

Jaehyun diverted his attention back to you, shaking his head. Seemingly biting back a smile as his lips formed a thin line, Jaehyun jerked his head to motion at something behind you. “That’s us.”

You were about to protest, pop another question that was something along the lines of whether or not he was planning to marry you. However, you remained quiet and decided to take a look at what he was referring to first.

Well, it looks like the urge to complain has completely disappeared. How could it not? Rather than dissatisfaction, your heart leapt with joy when your eyes landed on a couple standing hand in hand at the other end of the steps from where you and Jaehyun sat; they were having their pre-wedding photoshoot.

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astra-draws-stuff · 4 months

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It’s official, Isaac is my favorite character forever and ever

horizon twin flames AU by: @horizontwinflames !

#astra's art #horizontwinflames #Isaac the watcher #alternative universe #horizon forbidden west #horizon zero dawn

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planetpiastri · 1 year

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[1] that damn timing

summary - as a kid, you were sure that you and bradley were twin flames. but then you spent years circling one another, never being single and interested at the same time. so you moved on, and so did he—literally. but mere weeks after your life falls apart and you have to move back home, he returns for the big wedding on the horizon. and maybe, just maybe, this time you'll get the timing right.

warnings - small town/hometown au, gn!reader, benjamin!reader, bartender!reader, no use of y/n, reader is nicknamed 'moonshine,' small town inaccuracies probably, carole and goose are alive because i say so, right person wrong time, language, underage drinking mention, reader works in a bar there will be booze, drug mention, takes place in a fake town in missouri so do with that what you will

word count - 2.6k

this blog is 18+, minors please don't interact

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Senior Grad Night - 10 Years Ago

The barn was decorated with everything the Student Council could pull together. Strings of fairy lights swooped across the rafters, and swathes of tinsel hung down like strange plants. Ribbons and flags were stapled to the old wooden slats, and a huge poster reading Congrats Grads covered an entire wall.

Metal cafe tables had been gathered and placed across one side of the floor, and the other side had been cleared away to make an impromptu dance floor. Speakers were sitting high up on a stack of hay bales, playing some twangy pop song as the senior class graduates milled around the space, laughing and reminiscing.

You sat at a table with your best friend Natasha, examining the mason jar holding a small, flickering candle that sat in the middle of the table. Natasha drummed her fingers on the tin table top, her cheek propped on her hand, watching the dance floor. Glancing over your shoulder, you followed her eyes to see Jake, wrapped in the arms of the same person he’d been wrapped in the arms of for the last four years, and even before that.

“Vom,” you said without meaning to.

Natasha swatted your arm gently. “Don’t be mean. I think they’re sweet.”

“Vom,” you said again, grinning.

Natasha rolled her eyes, but she was smiling. At that moment, someone slammed into your table, their hands gripping the edges to keep it from toppling over as you and Natasha both cried out in alarm.

“Bradley!” you yelped. “What are you doing?”

“Sorry,” panted Bradley, his cheeks rosy as he fought to catch his breath. His hair was mussed, and he’d undone the first few buttons of his shirt, his tie hanging loose around his shoulders.

Natasha wrinkled her nose. “Why are you sweaty?”

“Had to run… here,” gasped Bradley, falling into the seat next to you and grasping his side. “Cops… caught us… everyone… scattered.”

“Cops?” you echoed, eyes wide. “Why would—”

“For you,” he interrupted, reaching into his jacket pocket and pulling out a small tin flask, which he held out to you.

You took it and shared a stunned glance with Natasha. “Is this what I think it is?”

Bradley shrugged. “It’s Grad Night.”

You unscrewed the cap and took a careful sniff, wrinkling your nose. “Where’d you get this?”

“Where do you think?”

You narrowed your eyes at Bradley. “It better not be my mom.”

Bradley shrugged again, his expression hard to read.

“Penny will kill you,” Natasha told him confidently.

“Then stop talking about it and just drink it,” Bradley snapped. “I almost got arrested getting it to you, make it count.”

He met your eyes when he said it, and against your will, your heart skipped a beat. Bradley always had a way of cutting right to the center of you, seeing you in a way no one else saw you. Ever since you were kids, you were sure no one got you the way Bradley got you. But for some reason, nothing had ever come of it.

Probably because he was never single, and even when he was, you weren’t.

Timing was a son of a bitch.

“Thanks, Bradley,” you said before taking a quick pull, but immediately regretted it. You screwed your face up and fought back a cough, holding it back out to him. “Oh, nasty. That is definitely not from my mom’s stuff—she has quality. That is ripe.”

“Okay, Moonshine,” Bradley mumbled, taking back the flask with an embarrassed flush to his cheeks. “Sorry it’s not up to par.”

Natasha laughed, reaching over and subtly taking the flask. “Moonshine. Oh, man, that’s great. Get it? ‘Cause you’re such a grump? And also ‘cause you put away shine better than anybody else?”

You wrinkled your nose. “It’s not a competition.”

“Yet somehow, you always win, Moonshine,” said Bradley with a small smile.

You pushed down the butterflies at the use of the new nickname. Before you could reply, Natasha announced decisively, “That’s it. I’m gonna go dance. Either of you gonna join me?”

“Vom,” you reiterated.

“I literally just caught my breath,” said Bradley.

Sighing dramatically, Natasha stood and walked away from the table, flipping both of you off as she went. You and Bradley laughed, quietly passing the flask back and forth till it was mostly gone.

“Have you two just been sitting here all night?” Bradley asked.

You nodded. “There’s no good music playing.”

Bradley grunted in agreement, taking another sip. “That’s why a bunch of us took off. It was good until we got busted.”

“Tale as old as time,” you hummed.

Bradley snickered. He was leaning back in his chair, his legs spread in a way that only he could make endearing. He ran his hand through his hair, looking attractively disheveled. You forced yourself to look away, turning back to the dance floor. Natasha was now dancing and having a great time with Javy Machado, him spinning her in dizzying circles as she laughed.

“Hey,” said Bradley suddenly, leaning forward and making you jump. “Do you want to get some air?”

“Okay,” you said, a little nervous, and you followed him away from the table and out the big double doors of the barn. It felt like everyone was staring at the two of you leaving, even though you knew no one probably gave a single shit.

It was cool outside the barn. Kids milled around here in inconsistent little groups, some obviously passing around flasks of their own, some passing around cigarettes or joints. The sky was clear and inky blue overhead, the stars little silver pinpricks of light.

“What are you doing?” Bradley asked you abruptly.

“Huh?” Your heart pounded painfully in your throat.

“After summer,” he clarified. “Are you sticking around, or…?”

“Oh,” you said, weirdly relieved. “No, I’m going away to Colorado for school. What about you?”

“Same,” he sighed. “My folks are being, like, super encouraging about it, too, which is almost weirder than if they were upset. Is Penny upset?”

You pulled a face. “No. You know how she is. She graduated and fucked off to Europe for a month with no warning when she was my age. She probably thinks I’m being kind of a square.”

Bradley laughed, toeing at a clump of grass. “I guess that’s a fair point.”

It was quiet for a moment, and you ran your hands up and down your arms. Bradley stepped closer, almost like he didn’t realize he was doing it. You were standing chest to chest, and when you glanced up, he was already looking at you. Your breath caught in your throat as his eyes locked onto yours.

“Bradley,” you started to say

His phone buzzed in his pocket and you both jumped back like you’d been caught. He fumbled for his phone, pulling it out and blinking hard. “It’s Amy,” he said.

Right. His girlfriend.

“You should get that,” you said.

“Yeah. Yeah,” he said again, shaking himself. “Yeah, I’m gonna—step back in.” He shot you a smile. “See you around, Moonshine.”

“See you,” you said softly, and watched as he walked away. He put the phone to his ear, and when he walked into the barn, he made sure to shut the door behind him.

The Benjamin Bar - Present Day

Your fingers hovered over your phone screen as it glowed up at you, illuminating your face in the dimly lit bar. Those two words—LAID OFF—seemed to stare at you, swarming around your head till you felt nauseous. Sucking in a deep breath, you closed out of the email for the billionth time and slid your phone back into your pocket. You picked up a rag and began to wipe down the counter again, even though it was just as clean as it was five minutes ago.

Classic country music oozed from the old jukebox in the corner. The neon lights over the bar buzzed faintly. In the corner, the mechanical bull was silent and still. The dance floor was shining and empty. Only a couple old-timer drunks were sitting farther down the bar, nursing glasses of whiskey and trying not to fall asleep.

You didn’t hate your mom’s bar; in fact, you really liked it. But it was not where you’d hoped to be spending your summer working.

Things in Colorado had been great—almost perfect. After college, you’d been offered an internship at a real estate company, and pretty much from the moment you’d walked through those doors, the rest had been history. You’d risen up through the ranks until you had your own office and one of the best salaries in the building.

Then one of the partners of the company crashed and burned and took all of its shares down with it. You lost your job, your apartment, and your boyfriend when you found out he was screwing the girl downstairs. Within two weeks, you had gone from top of the world to rock bottom. You had gone from the penthouse suite to your childhood bedroom. You had gone from Associate VP to picking up spare shifts at the bar your mother owned. You had gone from picking out engagement rings to cuddling your pillow at night.

Needless to say, things were a little rough right now.

But your mom was getting married to the love of her life in just over a month, and she and Mav had been nothing but kind and welcoming to you, and all the people you had left all those years ago only had kind things to say to you. All in all, there were much worse hometowns to fall back on than Silver Springs, Missouri.

You checked the clock on the wall even though you knew it had barely moved. You didn’t mind working the early afternoon shifts for your mom while she was doing wedding prep, but they did crawl by. It was only two in the afternoon, and you were already dreaming of getting off work and walking across the street to Blackthorn’s, the local diner.

Then the door to the bar opened, allowing a blinding strip of daylight to momentarily stun you. You blinked, and when the light died down, you thought maybe you’d passed out and started hallucinating.

“Bradley?” you said before you could stop yourself.

Because it was Bradley. It had to be. But he was tall now, and broad, and… and… cool-looking. The Bradley you’d known in school had never been cool. But now he had a cool mustache and a cool white tank top and a cool floral shirt and cool blue jeans and he was in the middle of coolly taking off his sunglasses and coolly hooking them to the front of his shirt.

Your mouth hung open in stunned silence, and he seemed to be just as surprised as you were. He stepped towards the bar and said, “Moonshine?”

That damn nickname. You’d almost forgotten about it.

“Wh-what are you doing here?” you asked, a laugh bubbling out of you. “Oh my god—oh my god, hi! It’s good to see you.”

“You too,” he chuckled, leaning his hands against the bar. “I’m back for the wedding. I came back a little early ‘cause, well, my mom asked me to. And I’ve been saving up vacation days. This trip’s overdue.” He tilted his head. “But what are you doing here? Last I saw you was on a real estate sign outside a mansion in Connecticut. What the hell are you doing in Benjamin’s?”

Your cheeks warmed. “Oh. Uh. That sign is probably gone now. Our company went under.”

Bradley’s face fell. “You’re kidding.”

You shook your head.

“Damn,” he said bitterly, and it sounded like he really meant it. He slid into a stool across from you, rapping his knuckles on the bar. “I’m sorry to hear that. Seriously. How long have you been back, then?”

You shrugged. “Couple weeks now. It’s not so bad.”

“No,” said Bradley, and you were surprised to see he was smiling at you. “It really isn’t.”

He was quiet for a moment, his eyes scanning over your face. You fought to keep your breathing under control. God, you’d forgotten how good he looked. I mean, you’d thought he was cute in school—but now?

Your eyes flickered down to where his bicep strained against the sleeve of his open shirt before darting back up to his eyes. The outline of a smirk on his lips told you he’d caught your look—but he was looking too, dammit.

“Want a drink?” you asked.

He nodded.

You were relieved for the chance to turn around and grab a glass. You took in a breath, hoping he didn’t notice the way it shook as you exhaled.

“What’ll it be?” you asked without looking over your shoulder.

“The Moonshine special,” he answered.

Fighting the urge to roll your eyes, you grabbed a bottle. Adding a couple ice cubes to the glass you’d set down, you poured the liquor over the ice before replacing the bottle and turning around to hand Bradley the glass.

His eyebrows quirked up when he saw it. “This is the Moonshine special? Bourbon neat on the rocks?”

“I’ve had a rough couple weeks,” you deadpanned.

Bradley barked out a laugh like he couldn’t hold it in any longer. You’d always liked that about him. “Fair enough,” he said. “Cheers.”

And he knocked back his bourbon.

When he slammed his glass back down, you said, “You know, we have shot glasses for that.”

He grinned at you, and you tried to ignore the swarm of butterflies that his smile woke up in your stomach. Ignoring your statement, he said, “So the company goes under, and then you end up back in Silver Springs. No boyfriend to stay with in Colorado?”

You felt your smile fall away, and the mischievous gleam immediately faded in Bradley’s eyes.

“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have—” he started.

“It’s okay,” you said quickly, shaking yourself and taking his glass, putting it on the rinser under the counter. You cleared your throat. “No, there’s no boyfriend. Not anymore.”

“I’m sorry.”

You hated the way he was staring at you. That was the worst part of getting dumped, and especially of getting cheated on. You couldn’t stand that pitying look in everyone’s eyes when they looked at you.

“What about you?” you said bracingly. “No fiance moping around back home, waiting for you to hurry up and get back? Leaving for a month must have been a tall request.”

Bradley winced. “No,” he said, “definitely no jilted fiance. I haven’t been having the most luck in the old dating department lately.”

“Cheers to that,” you sighed, pouring another two bourbons and handing him one so you could do just that. You both drank, and as the alcohol burned its way down your throat, you realized something.

For the first time you could recall, you and Bradley were both single at the same time.

A chill went down your spine.

Bradley seemed to sense that same tension, because he was suddenly unable to keep looking you in the eyes. He fidgeted, and all of a sudden stopped being cool. He was that same boy that you’d known all those years ago, and that felt like a relief.

Lifting his wrist, he squinted at his watch and said, “Oh, shit. I promised Jake I’d say hey when I got in. I better run.”

“Sure,” you said, clearing both glasses away and wiping down the counter. “Nice talking to you, Bradley.”

He drummed his hands on the bar. “You too, Moonshine. I’ll be seeing you, then.”

“Be seeing you.”

This time when Bradley walked away from you, it didn’t feel like your heart was being painfully squeezed by an angry fist. You breathed easy as his palm splayed against the door and pushed it open, stepping back out into the brilliant afternoon sunshine.

When he left, the door didn’t slam closed; instead, it hung slightly ajar. And that warm strip of sunlight on the floor of the bar had never looked so inviting.

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@harringtonbf / @spideystevie / @almightyellie / @sunlitide / @holypowell

#bradley bradshaw #bradley rooster bradshaw #bradley bradshaw fic #bradley bradshaw fanfiction #bradley bradshaw series #bradley rooster bradshaw fic #bradley rooster bradshaw fanfiction #bradley rooster bradshaw series #bradley bradshaw x you #bradley bradshaw x reader #bradley rooster bradshaw x you #bradley rooster bradshaw x reader #rooster x you #rooster x reader #vinny fics #the road back home #on the rocks

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ravendruid · 10 months

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may I get #1 with anyone of ur choice in exchange au👀

Person A just laying down with Person B while they're having a bad mental day. This drabble is part of the Exchange AU. TW: graphic depictions of violence; child death; graphic depictions of corpses; blood; grief. Please let me know if other TW need to be added, these were all the warnings I could think of. The first three paragraphs under the spoiler contain the majority of the TWs and are an adaptation of Percy's backstory. If you wish, you can skip these.

The long corridors of Castle Whitestone are unusually quiet this evening. The sun has long set down on the horizon, but the moons hide behind thick, dark clouds. There’s a storm brewing in the distance. Percival knows this because he can feel its electricity in the air. He walks the dark corridor, passing closed wooden doors with signs that he knows to be written with the names of his siblings: Julius, Vesper, Oliver, Whitney, Ludwig, Cassandra. Percy is not surprised when he notices the silence and darkness underneath the first two bedroom doors. Julius is known to escape in the night, off to meet with a peasant girl in town that he fancied that week, while Vesper can very predictably be found in the training grounds with a rapier in hand. However, the lack of noise and light coming from Oliver and Whitney’s rooms is more concerning as the twins often stay up plotting pranks to pull on their tutors—and sometimes siblings—until the late hours of the night or until their mother finds them when she makes her rounds to check on the youngest children. Even more concerning, though, is the same lack of noise and light coming from Frederick and Johanna’s room.

Percy is used to coming to his parents when nightmares assault him—visions of toothy monsters who chase him in his sleep—and there is always a soft light emanating from underneath the door as his father finishes organizing the last paperwork of the day in the company of his mother, who reads on the settee by the fire. Percy opens the bedroom door carefully, trying not to make a sound in case his parents are already asleep, not really expecting to see much in the darkness. However, as he steps into the bedroom, the scene in front of him is clear as day: Frederick, the strong and brave man Percy looks up to every day, lies in bed with an expression of fear on his face, arms sprawled to his sides and a sword sticking out of his abdomen. By his side lies the remains of Johanna, almost unrecognizable underneath the gashes and cuts that stain the once-white bedsheets with crimson dark blood. Percival releases a silent scream as his legs buckle underneath him. He tries to run, crawl—whatever form of movement he can muster—to leave the room, but his body weighs on him.

Suddenly, there is a deafening whistle, and Percy turns his body just in time to see three arrows fly past his head and straight into his little sister Whitney who holds her dead twin in her arms. Percy tries to move again, but his body is still fused to the cold cobblestone—not that he can actually feel it. He has to do something. He has to save his siblings, but no matter what he does, he can’t move. He can’t scream or cry for help. He’s alone, watching his siblings fall one after the other: Julius, just like their father, with a sword carved onto his middle; Vesper, the smartest of them, slashed and cut by her own rapier; Ludwig—not him, too—limbs turned in inhuman angles. Bile rises in his stomach as he watches the scene unfold before his eyes, and a small flame of hope ignites within him as he notices Cassandra’s absence in the fray.

There is a light at the end of the corridor. Percy blinks once, twice. He blinks until the wetness he hadn’t noticed stops falling from his eyes, and he sees the blur of his youngest sister Cassandra. The baby stands on her two chubby legs, confusion and fear in her eyes. Her hair is tussled from sleep, and the hem of her sleeping gown blows with the soft breeze that carries the strong smell of iron. Percy tries to scream to warn the baby, but his voice doesn’t come. His throat is raw, his muscles sore and locked still. He can’t save them. He can’t—

Percy wakes up with a start. The screaming name of his sister finally leaves his lungs as he sits up on the soft bed. His breath is quick and, at the same time, not enough, and he feels like he’s suffocating. There are streaks wetting his cheeks, and his silky pajama is drenched in sweat and tears. Percy cries loudly in the dark, not being able to move to light the candle on his nightstand. It was a dream. They’re alive. No. Ludwig. No! Mom. Dad? No, it can’t be. Julius and Vesper, too? They’re okay. Whitney, Oliver and— No. It can’t be. It can’t—Cassandra.

Long, strong arms wrap around his shoulders and pull Percy into a tight hug. He recognizes the smell of pine and burning wood, the soft cotton fabric of the tunic, and the long grey hair that topples the man’s head. Korrin’s voice is soft and calm, a whisper just loud enough to bring Percy back to reality—not that he wants to face the fact that he’s alone. All his family is dead. His mom, his dad. All six of his siblings. They are all dead. Percy couldn’t do anything to stop it from happening. He’s all alone in the world, and it’s entirely his fault.

It has been but two weeks since Korrin received the dreadful missive reporting the demise of the de Rolo family. The letter itself didn’t provide many details, merely stating that the de Rolos were no more and Whitestone was now under the rule of Sylas and Delilah Briarwood—whoever they were. From the ink smudges, it was obvious that the letter had been hastily written by someone who needed the information to be sent to Percival as fast as possible, but the Korrin didn’t recognize the name of the sender. Young Percy, however, albeit his state of grief, confirmed that Archibald Desnay was a close friend of the family, and if it was truly him who sent the letter, then it meant it was true.

Percy is thankful for the man hugging him. Korrin could have thrown him out onto the streets after receiving the news. Instead, he further welcomed Percy into his house by building him a small makeshift workshop in the backyard, far enough from the that sounds of hammering wouldn’t bother the residents but close enough to keep an eye out, just in case. That’s where he has spent most of his days—when he’s not in class—tinkering day and night until he’s too exhausted to think. Vex’ahlia sometimes shows up, disguising the real reason for her visits with snacks and beverages. Sometimes he allows her to stay and watch—his skin burning under her piercing gaze—but most times, Percy asks her to leave, claiming to be working with dangerous materials that might hurt her, and even though they both know it’s a lie, she still goes nonetheless.

It takes Percy a while to calm the sobbing and the tears, but the shaking persists. Korrin has been whispering reassurances to his novel white hair, but the thirteen-year-old boy tuned them out, still half-under the control of his nightmare. He knows it’s a product of his imagination. The letter was inconclusive about the cause of death, but Percy’s brain—always vividly creative—decided his family’s demise was not only his fault but also a violent act. Every night he has a different nightmare, some more gorey than the others, but always bloody and scary nonetheless.

“Korrin,” Percival finds his voice hoarse from crying and screaming.

The man hums in acknowledgment, pulling away just enough to fix his kind, bright green eyes on Percy’s ice-cold blue.

“I’m s—”

“Sssh.” Korrin pulls the boy back into a hug. Every night Percy wakes up screaming from his nightmares, and every night, Korrin runs to him, sometimes still in his day clothes, others already in his pajamas. Every night Percival apologizes for being a burden, for waking him up, for not being brave enough to fight this fear on his own, and every night Korrin assures him he’s fine; he’s not a burden to anyone, quite the opposite. Korrin reassures the boy he would rather be woken up to comfort him than allow Percy to go through this fear by himself. He whispers over and over again about how he’s being so brave for going through this grief, that he’s not alone and does not have to do this on his own.

“I’m here, Percy,” He says in the same strong voice that commands the city’s defenses on a daily basis, yet it’s full of love and care. “I will always be here. You will always have a home in Zephrah with me and Keyleth. You are not alone.”

Percy wants to believe Korrin—deep down, he does—but his heart is still overwhelmed with fear of losing everyone he loves. The wound of losing his family is still bleeding, and he’s not ready to patch it up. Yet, he allows himself to be comforted by the man who promises him every day that he has a home and a family if he accepts them as such, for they already see him as part of theirs.

“Will you stay?” He manages to ask in embarrassment. It has been almost two years since he last crawled into his parents’ bed after a nightmare. The bittersweet memories of his father’s scent and his mother’s warm embrace are even more painful now that he knows he will never have those moments again.

“Of course.”

Korrin lies down and pulls the boy against him. Percy curls into a ball as much as he can, resting his head against the man’s chest, and breaths slowly. He knows when morning comes, Vex’ahlia will bring him breakfast in bed with a sorrowful look. She never says anything. Never mentions him waking her up with screams, but Percy knows he does, and he’s appreciative of her silence. It’s almost as if she knows what it feels like to be a burden to others. Korrin won’t force him to attend classes if he doesn’t want to, and in solidarity, he also allows Vex to stay home and keep him company if he so wishes.

Korrin stays that night, and the next one, and the night after. He stays every night that Percy asks him to, never complaining, not even when he wakes up with a sore back in the morning. Korrin stays because, in a way, he knows the boy’s pain. He has been through a similar experience before with Keyleth. Although Percy’s grieving path is longer and more winding than his daughter’s, he will be there every step of the way, just like he was for her because, at the end of the day, Korrin sees in the white-haired boy a son that he never thought he would have.

#critical role #cr fic #vox machina #prompted #exchange au #tw: graphic depictions of violence #tw: child death #tw: graphic depictions of corpses #tw: blood #this is mostly hurt/comfort

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tanjirou-no-au · 1 year

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RWBY/BNHA AU: Class 1A

MLIT

Izuku Midoriya-Deku

Weapon: Rubrum Orthos - Gun gauntlets and shotgun boots

Semblance: N/A (For the moment)

Emblem: Angular light green rabbit head, similar to his first costume’s hood.

Lujayne Astilbe-Ochako

Weapon: Event Horizon - A fusion of a Brute Shot and a Gravity Hammer from Halo

Semblance: Orbit - Alter the gravitational pull of objects she touches

Emblem: Black dots orbiting a planet

Injigo Kohara-Shinso

Weapon: Ivory Ribbons-Twin Whip swords

Semblance: Overmind-Compelling Voice, the more effective the more it’s responded to.

Emblem: Indigo hypnotic spiral

Tsuyu Aquamarine-Tsuyu

Weapon: Hopper-Harpoon shotgun/spear

Semblance: Disruptive Colouration-Can shift to blend into surroundings

Emblem: Aquamarine Lilypad

Trivia

Izuku’s a Hare Faunus, while Tsuyu is a Bullfrog Faunus

Lujayne is a SEW. And if we’re playing this something like RWBY Canon, Izuku’s the new wizard.

Injigo replaced their original fourth (The Mineta equivalent) after he dropped out.

In this reality, Izuku is black, Miruko’s cousin, and Lady Nagant is his other mother.

ASPN

Orion Aetherfield-Iida

Weapon: Recripro-Flamethrower boots

Semblance: Overclock-A period of brief superspeed and nigh invulnerability in exchange for a high aura cost and a slow recharge rate.

Emblem: Blue winged helmet

Tariq Searing-Shoji

Weapon: Panopticon-Sniper Rifle/longsword

Semblance: Sensorium-Manifest astral sensory organs

Emblem: Eight spiked star with an eye in the middle.

Solstice Phosphor-Shoto

Weapon: Heatwave & Flashfreeze-Revolver shotgun kama

Semblance: Thermoberic-Manipulate extreme variances in temperature (ie: fire & ice)

Emblem: Flame and ice split in half

Nyxia Darkholme-Tokoyami

Weapon: Umbral Revelry-Twin hand cannons/scythe

Semblance: Dark Shadow-Same as canon, a sentient aura construct that’s stronger in the dark.

Emblem: A yellow eyed raven’s head.

Trivia

Shoji is a Mimic Octopus faunus, while Nyxia is of course a Raven Faunus.

‘Nyx’ is transfem and nonbinary.

RUST

Tiger Radcliffe-Kirishima

Weapon: Red Riot-Chainsword

Semblance: Unbreakable-Creation of a forcefield that’s stronger the slower he moves, allowing him to shiekd allies.

Emblem: Red megalodon jaws.

Nitro Urquhart-Bakugo

Weapon: Explodikills-Twin Grenade launcher gauntlets.

Semblance: Dynamight-Detach pieces of his Aura and detonate them.

Emblem: An orange grenade surrounded by a burst pattern

Mina Silkwing-Mina

Weapon: Alma-Dust Whip/Baton, and skates

Semblance: Corrosive-Generation and limited manipulation of an acid she can wield as in canon.

Emblem: Pink moth in a hexagon.

Scotford Taupe-Sero

Weapon: Quick Retort-Twin pistols that combine into a sniper rifle

Semblance: Tape-Dust ribbons he can use to move & tangle.

Emblem: Twin golden pistols wrapped in bandages.

Trivia

Tama’s a Great White Shark (teeth), while Mina is a Rosy Maple Moth (antennae).

Mina is Blasian.

MYZU

Momo Kashikiku-Momo

Weapon: Summoned weaponry, supplemented by a dust containers woven into her bodysuit.

Semblance: Fabricate-summon copies of objects whose construction she knows about.

Emblem: Spear materializing from a portal.

Yarrow Hadad-Kaminari

Weapon: Thunderbolt-Dart launcher Crossbow/Bat hybrid

Semblance: Stormchain-Direct lightning through designated targets (like darts or discuses)

Emblem: Three lightning bolts arranged in a triangle.

Zelda Eminence-Jirou

Weapon: Lucy-A Guitar/Greataxe, combined with Dust picks.

Semblance: Sonar-Sound detection through surfaces

Emblem: An earjack with sound waves coming out.

Kodiak Urbane-Koji

Weapon: Hitchcock-Hammer/Flail

Semblance: Nature’s Call-Command and communicate with animals.

Emblem: Pan Pipes

Trivia

Kodi is a Brown Bear Faunus (ears)

Yarrow is the little brother of this AU’s Yuyu Haya.

Zelda is the daughter of two rock stars, and is kind of embarrassed that they legally changed their names to ‘Eminence’.

Sato is a civilian here, while Aoyama, Ojiro & Toru have their...own roles to play.

#BNHA #BNHA AU #RWBY #Class 1A

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the-horizon-lounge3041 · 3 months

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A board based on an old @horizontwinflames fanart piece I did a while ago. Hope you enjoy.

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elishevart · 2 years

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Here’s a little Drabble from the Fruit Salad AU or Dragon Ford AU for Father’s Day.

Hope you like!

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Stanford never really celebrated Father’s Day.

In pre-school, the teachers always had the class do some arts and crafts to give to their own respective fathers. Something handmade to show how much effort they would put into it and how it represents how much they love their father.

It never really hit home with him and his twin brother Stanley. They did it for a few years, mostly to get the teacher off of their backs until they were old enough to avoid it. Only a handful of their gifts had been appreciated, if he recalled correctly. A coffee cup Ford had sculpted and the gold chain Stanley had cleaned and waxed were the only ones he could remember.

Afterwards, he didn’t really think about the celebration much. It’s not as if he had a lot of opportunities to celebrate it. Being a lifelong bachelor and dragon hadn’t giving him many opportunities to create a family.

Even his brother had never really managed to settle. There were the occasional flames here and there but nothing really concrete or cemented ever happened. The closest thing he ever had as a son was the young Ramirez who had grown attached to him over the years.

So the holiday was never something he paid any attention to.

Until one day.

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Stanford woke up to realize that his son had gone missing.

Justan usually was the first one to wake up in the mornings; he would play around the cave or straight up jump on Ford to start the day.

But that morning lacked any kind of young dragon.

Panicked, the remaining sleep still present in the old grey dragon’s features vanished and he jumped on all four to scramble to the entrance of his cave.

Outside the sun was barely rising above the horizon, small flecks of sunlight streaming between the tall trees of the forest. He raised his heavy head and turned around, sniffing the air to pick up his son’s scent. As soon as he caught it, he bolted at blazing speed toward it.

A few minutes later he spotted a small shape running toward him. A small shape with brown fluffy hair, noodle-like limbs and a short tail behind it.

He recognized the shape immediately.

“JUSTAN!” The old dragon mentally projected toward his son.

The young dragon boy stopped in his tracks when his house size dragon dad came toward him.

“Dad!” He greeted him with a bright smile on his face. “Why are you up this early?” He asked innocently.

Despite being happy to see him safe and sound, Stanford growled and frowned while lowering his body to the ground to rest. This sprint this early wasn’t good for his old bones.

“YOU weren’t in the cave, young boy.” He said as he inspected his son for any form of injuries. “Why were you out knucklehead?”

The boy shifted uncomfortably from one clawed foot to the other, hiding his arms behind his back. Stanford raised a scaled eyebrow.

“What’s behind your back?” He asked while sniffing the air. He caught the scent of something he hadn’t had in a long long time.

Justan smiled as he showed his father a steaming cup of coffee with a bag of jelly beans to his father.

“Happy Father’s Day!” He chimed as he presented the present to Stanford.

Dumbstruck, the old dragon didn’t know what to do or say for a couple of minutes before curling around his son and giving him the best hug he could.

“Thank you, son. Thank you” he whispered.

#little drabble #gravity falls #stanford pines #justan pines #fluff #father and son #father’s day #dad Ford #dragon Ford #dragon #dragon family #gf #fruits salad au #salad fruit au

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fkevin073 · 2 years

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okay for that mega list of writing asks ♡

I, P, Q, T and BF

thanks for the ask ♥️

I. Are there any stories you have been brainstorming but haven’t written yet?

omg well I have a few (lol what else is new am I right?) but these are the main ones for the nickxziggy little corner of our fandom:

the hades and persephone AU one shot, tentatively titled "you believe god is a woman"

I believe I talked to you about this one but I wanna write a one shot where nick visits ziggy right after killing Ryan and he's just searching for sympathy. (potential titles include did the twin flame bruise paint you blue? or I had a dream that you were mine)

part 3 of my priest nick universe. also the final part in that universe. (stuck between take me to church or I worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies for a title)

off in the very far horizon I do want to take a crack at one of the time loop AU's. preferably Nick in 1978, the one we talked about a while ago but idk (also if that's okay with you) (potential title includes you will find me, time after time - cheesy I know but it fits)

and also - and this is a very random thought I had recently - I was thinking of writing a brief flash forward/one shot/sequel to "this love is treacherous" from Rory's pov. idk about that one though. (tentatively titled (in my brain) on this harvest moon)

(edited) oh and another one shot for my five moments series where ziggy almost cracks and calls/contacts nick in the intervening 16 years. tentatively titled every time I don’t, I almost do

I plan on writing part 3 of priest nick and the hades&persephone au before catching up on my two wips for nick and ziggy bc I haven't updated them in so long and then maybe, maybe, I can work on the other ones. maybe. we shall see. I'm working a lot nowadays.

P: What draws you to a story idea? (Example: themes, a fun character, Aesthetic, etc.)

Good question! usually I'm really drawn to the idea of character arcs. like with 'this love is treacherous" or "and satan said". I just really like starting a character off somewhere and having them end in a really different spot. also themes too. aesthetic for the priest nick one lmao

Q: Do you write ideas down by hand, have computer/phone notes, or just hope you remember ideas?

eh, mostly I just keep them in my brain. sometimes I discuss them with someone and that usually imprints them in my mind. often times I'll open a document and make a title and then write a little bit because usually I think of a scene/piece of dialogue or description first.

T: Have you done/would you do NaNoWriMo?

I haven't done NaNoWriMo. Idk if I could bc November tends to be a busy month for me with school. if it was a summer month, maybe? idk.

BF: What is one question you have always wished someone would ask about your story/writing/character? Answer that.

okay so a question that's been on my mind recently is if I regret any choice I made while writing and ngl, for a while I regretted Ziggy having a kid at the end of "this love is treacherous". Tbh I'm still a bit ambivalent about that decision now mainly because a) I don't want to make it seem like a woman has to have a kid in order to get themselves in line or something (kids shouldn't be used to fix ur problems or prevent addiction/depression) and b) Ziggy was in a really broken place after the end of the story. She's very strong don't get me wrong, but there's a part of me that wasn't entirely convinced she was ready to become a mom after losing Nick and his betrayal. And also I like the symbolism of her deciding to move on for herself/on her own and just kind of learn who she is again?

Lol I'm making it seem like I really hate the choice I made - I don't for the record, I've just dabbled a lot in unexpected pregnancies for nick x ziggy and in every one she's decided to keep it (which is a valid choice of course) but I think thematically for that story either one suited her.

thanks again for the ask!

#nick x ziggy #ziggy x nick #asks #answered asks

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allwaswell16 · 3 years

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{Recently Read 1D Fics}

February 2021

These are all the One Direction fics I read and enjoyed in February. There are 16 recs here in all and are in order by word count and organized by pairing. You can also listen to my podcast to hear me talk about each of these fics as well as an overview of what was posted on ao3 in February! Please let the writers know if you liked the fics by leaving kudos and comments! Happy reading!

Fanfictional Podcast #22 | ko-fi | other fic recs

Larry

❤️ Still the One, @dandelionfairies (E, 51k, exes to lovers au, past cheating, post divorce, small town, kid fic, single father Louis, preschool teacher Harry, fate, fluff, smut, the softest past cheating fic you’ll ever read)

❤️ Frankly My Dear, I Don't Give a Damn, @mizzhydes / MsHydeStylinson (E, 45k, famous/not famous au, tattoo artist Louis, famous Harry, singer Harry, vacation, Los Angeles, NYC, Vegas, punk Louis, holiday fling, strangers to lovers, smut, happy ending, so much fun!)

❤️ Breakable Heaven, @daggerandrose / amomentoflove (E, 44k, Greek mythology au, Hades Harry, dark Harry, Persephone Louis, kidnapping, falling in love, smut, always in the mood for a good Hades/Persephone story!)

❤️ No Friends and An Empty Heart, @maelstromroots / Maelstrom_Roots (E, 36k, Fleabag au, television series au, Fleabag Louis, hot priest Harry, guinea pig Niall (literally he’s a guinea pig lol), therapy, sex addiction, mentions of death, mentions of past suicide, angst with a happy ending, I’m obsessed with this fic it was so damn good)

❤️ You Left all your Dreams on the Threshing Floor, @londonfoginacup / LadyLondonderry (M, 26k, Marcel au, magazine, Manchester, fashion, journalism, bullying, past sexual assault, hurt/comfort, plot twist, i don’t want to give away spoilers but I was shocked)

❤️ Up, @slowlyseducedbycurls / Thingssicant (M, 26k, Up movie au, Clifford the dog, Charles Muntz, old age, period typical homophobia, adventure, balloons, minor character death, fluff, angst, happy ending, what a unique and sweet fic!)

❤️ as in olden days, @scrunchyharry (T, 18k, historical au, 1920s, Canada, British Harry, Canadian Louis, French, Christmas, winter, strangers to lovers, rich Harry, language barrier, holiday romance, New Year’s Eve, bed sharing, snowed in, mutual pining, so soft and lovely)

❤️ love put us two together (but we don't know how to stay), @so-why-let-your-voice-be-tamed / we_are_the_same (T, 10k, friends to lovers au, best friends, pining, five times fic, dreams, alternate universes, dream guides, dreams vs reality, light angst, Louis pov, absolutely loved this and got a little choked up)

❤️ Read My Lips, superglass (NR, 6k, 90s au, friends to lovers, famous/not famous, famous Louis, musician Louis, baker Harry, winter, London, Brit pop, getting together, Christmas, New Year’s Eve, pining, fluff, smut, such beautiful writing)

❤️ Event Horizon, @mercurial-madhouse / writing_practice (M, 4k, soulmate au, soulmarks, twin flames, angst, dark magic, hurt/comfort, implied sexual contact, curse, so intense omg)

❤️ It's All Mixed Up!, @mayflowersinapril / iamnotgroot (G, 2k, five times au, established relationship, long distance relationship, misunderstandings, humor, freight ship, surprises, so funny and cute!)

❤️ safer by your side, @polkadotlou / twoshipsdrifting (T, 1k, part 5 of where the lights are beautiful series, a/b/o, alpha Harry, omega Louis, established relationship, mention of heat, fluff, implied smut, an update to my fav a/b/o fic?? yes pls! this is emotional and made the back of my neck tingle)

❤️ Pound Cake, @kingsofeverything (NR, 1k, friends to lovers au, baker Harry, birthday, love confessions, baking, roommates, best friends, butthole series, lol this was both hilarious and emotional)

Gryles

❤️ sad sex is…no, @disgruntledkittenface (NR, 2k, fwb, angst, communication, getting together, smut, oof so much emotion for 2k!)

Lilo

❤️ bad luck to talk on these rides, @quelsentiment / wordsnnotes (G, 10k, Lilo friendship fic, established relationship with Zayn/Liam, friendship, developing friendship, platonic relationships, asexual Louis, family issues, 5 times fic, hurt/comfort, alcohol, fluff, humor, this fic made my heart so full)

Shiall

❤️ Get Burned By the Fire, orphan_account (NR, 12k, Niall/Shawn Mendes, fwb, based on Small Talk, bartender Niall, side Larry, loved this and the twist was so good)

#28th appreciation #fic rec #allwasficrecs #february #larry fan fic #gryles fan fic #shiall fan fic

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okay but,, I can't get this idea out of my head of an au where anakin falls early, maybe halfway through the war– but instead of joining sidious or dooku he runs, terrified of himself, and stays somewhere he can't tear the galaxy apart like the darkest part of himself keeps goading him to. and he's there for a handful of months, and he's lonely and scared– until obi-wan comes to find him. and this man who anakin has loved for so long never stopped searching, razed a path through the galaxy (1/2)

I TOLD you all to stop sending me perfect prompts, god, here’s 3k that could be resumed by ‘it’s rotten work’ ‘not to me, not if it’s you’ because I have no self control:

"Anakin."

It's the first time in seven months that Obi-Wan pronounces his name with hope.

The back of the hooded figure visibly tenses in front of him. Obi-Wan can see his hand clenching around his glass, and his head starts turning in his direction but stops before Obi-Wan can see his eyes. Instead, it's in the Force that Anakin looks for him. It's a small, tentative tendril that crosses the space between them, ridiculously shy in comparison to the enthusiastic maelstrom that usually greets him when Obi-Wan extends his mind to Anakin.

But it's him. Too warm and barely controlled, the familiar flame of a burning pyre that Obi-Wan has never learned how to turn his eyes from.

Headache-inducing and almost unbearable, have been some words used to describe Anakin's presence in the Force. The most comforting of infernos, Obi-Wan has always thought.

Anakin feels surprised, and something close to joy colours the Force around him for a fleeting moment. Obi-Wan can feel the corners of his mouth turning up as he sighs affectionately.

"De—"

Then it all turns to panic.

He doesn't even have the time to realise that Anakin has retracted his signature behind durasteel shields the second it touched Obi-Wan's, because the man in front of him is already jumping to his feet, pushing the Twi'lek waiter away, and running for the exit of the cantina.

It leaves Obi-Wan stunned, arm still raised toward an empty chair.

Surprisingly, it's not panic that filled him, or even the persistent fear that if he loses Anakin now, after months of roaming the galaxy looking for him, then how long will it take before catching the smallest clue of his location again? No, this time, the worry and dread that has been his faithful companions for so long, now make way for something only Anakin knows how to infuse into him in the most inappropriate of times: exasperation.

"Anakin!" he yells, making the Rodian next to him jump in his seat.

Rushing outside, his eyes scan the street, trying to find a tall figure in a brown robe at the same time he stretches his senses through the Force to guide him toward his infuriating former padawan. Not used to the brightness of the twin suns and the constant particles of sand and dust floating around, Obi-Wan is almost sure that the glimpse of Anakin's presence he felt for half a second is only due to his inattention and not Obi-Wan's skills. For once, Obi-Wan isn't going to complain about Anakin's lack of focus: he starts running right away.

Anakin goes through three sharp turns, two attempts at climbing a roof and even one force-jump through the window of a shop, but Obi-Wan is determined to follow him wherever he goes. Even if he has to apologise to every irritated person he pushes out of the way.

"This is ridiculous," he says loudly, when he catches the dark brown robe trying to zigzag between stands, "I don't even know why you're running away from me!"

He thinks he can see Anakin throwing him a look, but with the hood over his face and one of the suns starting to set in front of him, can't be certain. It's only when Anakin seems to miss a turn and finds himself a few seconds later out of the streets, at the edge of a cliff overlooking the desert and its endless dunes, that he realises his mistake.

They're out of town now. There's nothing but the background noise of civilisation left behind, a warm wind sweeping the sand between them, and the twin suns bathing Anakin's silhouette in a glowing light.

"An—" Obi-Wan says, trying to get his breath under control. He's not used to such heat, and all the running, Force-jumping and the sweating really didn't help. Still, he takes a step toward him.

"Don't."

Even if it's just a simple word, hearing the sound of his voice soothes a deep ache that has plagued most of Obi-Wan's nights for the past few months.

Anakin is facing the canyon, the dune sea and the suns, a dark form with a double shadow, only showing his back to Obi-Wan. Even if he doesn't show his face, feelings bleed through his shields, as if he's still a padawan trying to get an awkward hold on the Force. There are confusion and anger, most of it directed at himself, Obi-Wan notes, and an all-encompassing veil of shame. Fear is here too, blending the edges of the mess produced by the cacophony of so many emotions clattering against each other. Obi-Wan can feel Anakin realising the flaws in his mental defences, and the spark of mortification before he hastily tries to rein it all in.

For a second, Obi-Wan thinks he's going to jump down the canyon just to avoid the embarrassment of inadvertently broadcasting his emotions.

"I won't stop chasing you now that I've found you," Obi-Wan warns, before the idea comes to Anakin's mind. The jump wouldn't kill him, but Obi-Wan really doesn't feel like tracking him through rocky canyons, tusken traps and krayt dragons. "I won't stop before you tell me why you're running away from me."

Anakin lowers his head without replying, shoulders sagging. Obi-Wan's feet move slowly. His mind reaches once again toward Anakin's, brushing against him in a wordless question. All irritation gone by now, he adds quietly:

"...And why you didn't come home."

Anakin's shields shudder. "You shouldn't have come."

"Anakin, the Separatists had you as their prisoner for almost a month. Rex told me he saw Grievous dragging your body to his ship himself. The Council waited for their terms of release, and when it didn't come, we thought you were dead."

"The Council," he snarls darkly, "they probably were happy to finally get rid of me."

"You know it's not true."

"No, I don't."

"Do you think I was happy, then?" Obi-Wan retorts, trying to stop the need to grab his robe and shake some senses into him. "Do you think Rex and I enjoyed having to plead with the Republic War Council to give us more time to look for you?"

The dark robe in front of him shuffles a bit. "You took the 501st to look for me?"

"Of course we looked for you! We went through every report of Grievous' flagship presence and got every intel we could gather about your possible location. There was no clue in any Separatist outposts we raided," he adds, focusing on his words to stay composed, and not the memory of becoming desperate enough after another fruitless day to check black markets for familiar mechno-arm's parts. "And we were starting to believe that you were truly dead then, until... Until we found an abandoned facility. With a lot of battle droids destroyed, and Grievous and Dooku dead. Force-choked to death."

Anakin stays silent again.

In the horizon, one of the suns has settled low enough to brush against the dune sea. The light has turned to a deep orange around his silhouette.

Obi-Wan takes a step.

"There was a holorecording."

The only answer he gets is the sound of a sharp intake of air, and an intensity in the Force that always saturates the air when Anakin tries, in vain, to calm his mind.

Another step.

"I saw you taking a starfighter. I saw you leaving the facility, free."

Another step.

"Why didn't you come back to the Temple?"

"There was nothing for me there anymore."

The word stops Obi-Wan in his tracks. Somehow, one sentence is harder to swallow than months of worry. He's always known that he failed to make Anakin feel at home at the Temple, or make him realise that there might not be parents or siblings in names there, but the feeling of kinship remains the same. But to hear him say that the sum of all these years spent there together boils down to nothing to him, still manages to crack Obi-Wan's composure.

The burn in his throat makes his next words difficult to pronounce.

"Why didn't you come back to me, Anakin?"

"BECAUSE I'VE FAILED YOU!" Anakin snaps, throwing his arms up and his shields down, and finally turns toward Obi-Wan in a dramatic movement of his robe.

The hood falls from his head, and even if the sunset at his back prevents Obi-Wan from seeing his expression, hidden in the shadow, he can't miss his golden hair forming an incandescent halo around his face. The Force has erupted in a bonfire within Anakin, crackling around him in warning to anyone who would approach it, white-heat fever and boundless darkness at the same time.

It tastes like ash on Obi-Wan's tongue.

He pulls his own shields a bit tighter around him.

"Why do you keep asking this question when you know what I've done? Why are you even here? Are you here to kill me? Because I failed you, Obi-Wan! I killed them and I felt nothing but satisfaction! I accepted the dark side, I welcomed it even, it burned through me and it's still burning right now, and I'm incapable of controlling anything, not even my own shields, so no, I couldn't come back and pretend I could still be a Jedi. And now you saw it, you saw everything, so I can't even prete— I can't..."

The swirling of emotions comes crashing down around Anakin so violently that Obi-Wan physically flinches, and it looks like the Force is suddenly cutting down the strings holding him upright. He crumples to the ground in a cloud of sand and dust, close, too close to the edge of the cliff.

There's only the sound of Anakin panting for a moment, long enough for Obi-Wan to gather his thoughts, and take another step.

Only he would be foolish enough to want to touch glowing embers.

"It doesn't change my question," he says calmly, like he's always done after one of his padawan's tantrum. "Why didn't you come back to me, Anakin?"

He thinks he can see Anakin opening his mouth to answer, but only a short derisive laugh leaves his lips before he drags his feet in the dust and turns away from him again.

Finally, —finally—, Obi-Wan is close enough. Stopping just a few centimetres from Anakin's back, his hand instinctively reaches for his shoulder but hovers right before touching it. And then settles there and squeezes. It belongs there, he thinks as Anakin makes a small noise at the back of his throat.

He expects Anakin to shrug off his hand, refuse his touch, just like he's refusing to look directly at him.

But he doesn't.

"I couldn't see you," he admits after a pause, eyes closed. "I don't care about the Council, or the Republic, or anyone else, but I couldn't... I couldn't bear the disappointment in your eyes. I didn't want you to leave me, so I left first."

"Oh, Anakin," Obi-Wan sighs, trying to swallow the affection in his voice. He pauses for a second, relishing the feel of Anakin letting him rub his thumb on his shoulder. "I am saddened and upset, yes. When I watched all that anger unleashed and how you succumbed to it, how you crushed Grievous and Dooku so easily that I could almost feel the dark side through the holo, I felt... I felt heartbroken."

The indignation he expected, or any sort of accusations to shift the blame on something or someone else, doesn't come. Instead, Anakin bends his head and pulls his legs closer to him, like he has just been hit.

"I'm sorry Master," he manages to whisper, face hidden behind his arms and hair, "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry—"

"Listen, listen," Obi-Wan begs rapidly, kneeling next to him. His hand moves from his shoulder to the back of his neck, trying to soothe him. "I was heartbroken for you. You were alone, in a terrible situation, being taunted, electrocuted, tortured. It doesn't excuse what you did, but, Anakin, you disappeared for months after that. You ran away without a word, without an explanation, and I couldn't— I couldn't believe you would voluntarily turn your back on us. I couldn't let the thought that you didn't trust us enough to help you go. And then... you called for me."

"No, I didn't." The muffled, petulant tone makes Obi-Wan smiles a bit. His hand moves up along his nape to Anakin's curls, stroking gently, pushing unruly locks behind his ears.

"You did. Unconsciously, probably, but you did. For so long, I couldn't reach you through the Force, but I kept trying every time I meditated, hoping to catch a glimpse of you, anything to make sure you were still alive somewhere. And one day, I heard you. Far, far away, barely loud enough to recognise, but I heard you. Wishing I was with you."

Anakin's hand clenches in a fist at the words. Obi-Wan ignores it, fingers still running through his hair in a rhythmic movement.

"That's why I've spent seven months looking for you, searching the galaxy for you. Because I wished I was with you too."

Obi-Wan didn't expect the wounded noise that escaped Anakin's mouth, and even less that his admission would cause Anakin to throw himself at him in a fierce embrace. Caught off-guard, Obi-Wan topples and falls on his back in a cloud of dust. In the Force, Anakin's shields come crashing down again, but this time, Obi-Wan doesn't draw back from it. Their bond suddenly bursts open, emotions spilling in all directions and showering him with a chaotic jumble of relief-longing-hope, eventually blending together to only leave lovelovelove.

"Anakin," he sighs, with his usual falsely annoyed and secretly fond tone that seems to be the only way he knows how to pronounce his name. Anakin, heavy on top of him now, doesn't respond, too busy nuzzling Obi-Wan neck. "The cliff is right there, we could have died."

"Don't care," he replies, squeezing his arms impossibly tighter around Obi-Wan.

Obi-Wan chuckles, and he can feel more than hear him hums in appreciation at the sound, face hidden under his chin.

After months of extending his mind through millions of Force-sensitive beings scattered around the galaxy and still finding it empty, there is nothing more reassuring than being smothered by Anakin's presence in the Force. He tugs on their bond a bit, just to feel it, and when Anakin instantly tugs back, Obi-Wan's hand on his waist pulls him closer.

"Would you look at me, Anakin? Just for a second. I have yet to really see you."

There is a short pause and then a long breath against his neck before Anakin puts one elbow on the ground next to Obi-Wan's face, raises his head, and finally, truly looks at Obi-Wan.

"Hello, there," Obi-Wan whispers, as familiar blue eyes blink at him.

Embarrassment tinges the Force and his cheeks pink, and Anakin seems to promptly remember that his shields are non-existent right now and that he's lying flat on Obi-Wan. Obi-Wan watches, amused, as he awkwardly starts to untangle his legs from him and shifts his weight to get to his knees.

"Now, shall we—"

"Watch the sunset with me," Anakin blurts out, then realises what he just said and starts babbling. "I mean, we're already here and it's almost over now, but it's the only beautiful thing on this Force-forsaken planet."

"Oh, I'm not so sure about that," Obi-Wan grins as Anakin's eyes widen. He opens his mouth, thinks better of it and closes it, looking at anything but Obi-Wan. Taking pity on him, Obi-Wan holds his hand toward him to help him get up. "Also, Anakin, the next time you want to punish yourself, please choose to do it on another planet than Tatooine. I don't think I can handle one more day of the suns trying to roast me like an Endorian chicken."

"Yes Master, your fair skin will be my first consideration the next time I turn to the dark side."

"I'm sure it will," he teases, squeezing Anakin's hand as he pulls him into a sitting position.

Anakin rolls his eyes, but quickly ducks his head to hide his reddened cheeks.

And then it hits him.

Right at this moment, seated next to his former padawan, their feet dangling above the desert, easy banter and the quiet tune of their signatures melting into each other again, Obi-Wan is happy. Even if Anakin is still dangerously close to the dark side, even if the war isn't completely over yet, even if he's not going to get away with deliberately ignoring the Council's messages for the past few months, Obi-Wan feels at peace. Content.

Eyes closed, he whispers his thanks to the Force for not taking another one of the most important people in his life away from him.

He doesn't need to look at Anakin to know he's wondering what he's doing, and his smile only grows before taking his hand in his own. Anakin makes a surprised noise, raising his head to look at him. His expression turns almost alarmed when Obi-Wan cups his face, thumb rubbing lightly against his cheek.

"We'll figure it out, Anakin. I won't leave you."

He's framing his face with both hands now, and can’t resist pressing his lips to his forehead. Anakin's signature turns impossibly brighter at the touch, and between the new uproar of feelings tangled together, Obi-Wan notices a tinge of desire and want, that will definitely be analysed later and probably used to tease him a bit more. This shade of red does look lovely on his cheeks, he notices, pleased.

But he will have time to embarrass him further later. Now, Obi-Wan just wants to enjoy the moment with him.

"...Also because I can't. The starship I borrowed has been making a worrying rattling noise since I left the Mid Rim. It's a miracle I arrived on Tatooine in one piece, and there is no way I'm putting another foot in it before you can assure me that it won't explode the moment I activate the hyperdrive regulator."

Anakin bursts into laughter. "Borrowed? Who did you steal it from this time?"

"I would never—" Obi-Wan scoffs, falsely indignant at the accusation.

"Don't lie, Master, it's unbecoming of you."

"I left a very apologetic note behind, if you must know."

Anakin laughs again, and it warms Obi-Wan's heart like nothing has managed to for the past seven months. He leans on his side to rest his head against Obi-Wan's, bumping his shoulder with his. There isn't any space left between them.

"What would you do without me, Master?"

"Crash and burn, probably."

Basking in the golden light of the sunset, Obi-Wan tries not to burst with how warm he feels with Anakin messy locks tickling his face and Anakin's breath near his ear and Anakin's hand in his.

The last of Tatooine’s suns goes down in front of them.

The most comforting of infernos, Obi-Wan thinks as the scorching heat of Anakin's signature clings to him too tightly.

He doesn't mind burning at all.

#obi-wan ignoring his comm for months: 'the council can't tell me to come back if I don't answer to their calls'#obikin #clem's aus #fic I did write #asks #anon

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