#i feel like i am owed an apology i need answers i need a second to just BREATHE dude. i am so tired of waiting of sucking it UP

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↳𝙻𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚒𝚜 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚊 𝚟𝚒𝚌𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚢 𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚌𝚑↳

A/n: I'm so bad at angst....i hate this.

When Adam asked you to take a peak in hell you never thought you would end up falling for the King of Hell. The time you spent in hell, you didn't want to leave, you grew close to everyone, close to Charlie.

The nights you and Lucifer shared, that was something you would never forget.

But of course, nothing can ever stay good for long. It has to end sometime right? It was a shock to see Lilith, the woman was beautiful of course. You didn't blame the look Lucifer was giving her.

It hurt of course, the painful feeling of tightness in your chest. You hated how happy they looked together, they looked like a perfect family. You knew it was wrong to be jealous, you have no right to be jealous because he was with her first. But that didn't stop the pain you were feeling in your heart.

Sinking your teeth into your lip, you dropped your shoulders. Any rational thought of speaking with him left your mind, not when he was smiling like that, laughing like that. Taking a deep breath you bowed your head turning away from the family.

You couldn't get in between them, Lucifer deserved a second chance with his wife and if he was happy then you can be happy too. Feeling a few tears slip down your cheeks you let your wings unfurl.

Taking a deep breath a bitter smile formed on your lips as you turned your back to the family missing the concerned gaze of Charlie.

"Goodbye Lucifer."

It was nice seeing Lilith, she looked good, still beautiful but something was different. He realized that he no longer loved her like he used to because of you. You were the one to pull him from his slump, the depression he felt.

He owed that all to you, he loved you.Lucifer realized that he wanted to spend the rest of his life with you and he couldn't help but talk to Lilith about you.

"I am sorry Lilith...I" Lucifer adverted his gaze for a moment.

Lilith let out an airy laugh as she placed her finger tips under his chin so he would meet her gaze."Never apologize for falling in love Lucifer."

Flushing for a moment, Lucifer rubbed the back of his neck. "I can't wait for you to meet them...I actually wanted to get your advice.." he started to stutter, another nervous laugh escaping his lips. "I was going to ask them to-."

Opening her lips, Lilith was about to answer until Charlie took a step forward a frown on her lips.

"Dad....they're gone."

Lucifer's smile vanished from his lips, his arms falling to his side. "Gone...what do you mean?"

Lucifer never expected it to hurt this much, it felt worse than when he and Lilith separated. Leaning his cheek on his palm he let out a small sniffle looking at the small duck he made for you, a little ring wrapped around its neck. "What did I do wrong?" He whispered to himself.

Maybe he was this issue, he had to be....what other reason would you leave him for?

Quickly rubbing a few tears from his eyes, Lucifer let his head rest on the desk, eyes still glued to the duck he made of you. "I miss you."

You never thought that heaven could be so boring, you missed everyone. You missed how easy it was to get along with everyone. Sighing, you dropped your shoulders though hearing your name being called your head quickly turned to the voice.

"Lilith....what the hell are you doing here."

You looked over at the woman, in her hands was a small rubber duck that looked so much like you and around that ducks neck was a small golden ring.

"We need to talk."

Trailing behind the woman, you did your best to keep up with her long stride's. "He still love's me."

Glancing over her shoulders, Lilith's gaze softened for a moment as she stopped in her tracks. Her fingers tucking under your chin. "He wouldn't stop talking about you. It's a shame we never met in Heaven, I would haven taken you for myself." She hummed giving you were a teasing smile. You were too cute, she could see why Lucifer had fallen for you.

You two seemed like you were meant to be.

"I'm sorry...."

"Please don't apologize love...I am happy knowing that Lucifer and Charlie are in such good hands...no come along.... we shouldn't keep him waiting."

Nodding your head you gave Lilith a smile as you two made your way to Lucifer. You will make this right, you will let Lucifer know that you truly loved him.

To you, it felt like ages to arrive at Lucifer's castle. You didn't even get a chance to let the woman speak as you were rushing off into home calling out his name. Though a few months have passed you still remember this place like the back of your hand.

"Lucifer...please."

Your heart stuttering when your gaze landed on the man. The bags under his eyes, puffy, clothes a mess. You hated seeing it, hated knowing that you were the cause of this issue. "Lucifer?"

The man's head snapped up, eyes going wide for a moment. Fresh tears pooling in his eyes as he took a tentative step towards you. "Are you...are you really here? This isn't."

Biting his lip, Lucifer's lips quivered as he quickly rushed to you. His arms tightly wrapping around you, clinging to you. "I'm sorry....I'm so sorry."

Shaking your head, you let your thumb brush away a stray tear off his cheek. "Never apologize Lucifer, it's my fault...I should....I just thought you'd be happier if I left."

Resting his head against yours, he grasped your hand spotting the ring on his finger. His heart swelling with happiness as he held you.

"I am happy with you....I love you."

Sighing, you then pressed your face into his neck letting him hold you. "I love you too."

You won't make this mistake again, you will always stay by Lucifer's side.

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THE MORNING AFTER

anon, it's your lucky day!!! im a total idiot that forgot to include the morning after scene...so here ya go!!! if you want to read part one, check it out here <3

steve harrington x fem!reader

warnings: enemies to lovers, cursing, mentions of sex, overall fluff and humor hehehe

summary: eddie and jonathan catch you and steve in a pretty awkward position, too bad they saw it coming and all they really want to do is figure out who's the winner of their stupid little bet -- you and steve just want to take each other in...and steve wants to hear you call him 'baby' again and again.

The sun had risen nearly an hour ago, the cold air just barely dissipating with the warmth of the present rays, but the sun wasn’t the only one greeting you with good morning. Jonathan and Eddie remained outside Steve’s tent, ogling at the sight of you and Steve laying not just in the same vicinity, but literally in each other’s arms.

“They didn’t sleep together, Ed—” Jonathan attempted to reason, getting cut short by Eddie of course.

The metal head tsked his tongue noisily, glaring, “How’re you gonna say that when she’s wearing his t-shirt and her shorts are over there in the corner?” He pointed to the garments that looked to be thrown around in a haste.

A sexual haste, that is.

Jonathan shrugged, swallowing thickly, “M-maybe she got cold and–”

“You’re telling me someone who got cold in the middle of the night just decided to put on a big ole t-shirt but completely strip off her pants?” Eddie cackled loudly, nudging his shoulder, “Now you’ve got to either be the stupidest—”

Steve roused awake, eyes stretching themselves open to figure out that the hell all the bickering was about especially so early in the morning. It only took him a few seconds to realize that his tent was unzipped, his two friends staring at him like nothing strange was going on.

“What the fuck, guys!” Steve broke before immediately sealing his mouth shut, realizing that you were still fast asleep beside him, literally clinging to his torso.

Jonathan waved him off, gesturing out to calm Steve down, “Chill dude, your dick isn’t out or anything, but even if it was, it’s nothing we haven’t seen before.”

Eddie smirked, eyes flashing to your figure that was only half covered with the blanket due to your tossing and turning during the night.

“We can however see her ass cheeks hanging ou—”

Steve’s eyes grew, drawing down to your body that had kicked off some of the blanket during your sleep. The lace of your underwear peeking out along with some skin that was only supposed to be for Steve’s eyes. He quickly draped most of the blanket over the exposed skin, hoping they didn’t see too much of you.

“Get the fuck out!” He hissed sharply, pointing at his friends hoping they would just listen to him for once.

But alas, the commotion had interrupted your dream, groaning as you rubbed at your eyes and wiggled under the covers.

“What’s going on?” You mumbled before yawning out.

“Good morning!” Eddie started enthusiastically, clapping his hands together to fully get you awake and then Jonathan spoke up.

“Mind telling us if you guys just ended up making out last night or if you went all the way, cause we kinda made a bet and now we need to figure out who owes who what.”

Your eyes widened, neck snapping up at them as Steve whispered a curt apology that fell on your deaf ears. The last thing you wanted was for any of your friends to find you this way, not that it was embarrassing to be seen in such a state with Steve… you just didn’t want them to find out like this.

Obviously, that plan failed horribly.

“You guys clearly lack personal space and privacy don’t you?” You glared, pulling the covers up to your collarbones attempting to hide like that would make them forget the scene in front of them.

Eddie beamed like a prick he was crossing his arms over his chest. “Just answer the question, sweetheart.”

“Here’s my answer… fuck off!” You flipped them the bird, having enough of their teasing as you stretched up to push them away and zip the tent shut before you fell back into the pillow.

Steve couldn’t help but snort, shaking his head at the voices that quieted in the distance, his two friends still arguing over the stupid bet.

“I think you found two new people to take your anger out on,” Steve snickered, folding his arms across your hips and nuzzling his face into your neck.

You sighed, craning your neck out to give Steve more room to place random kisses across your skin, something you didn’t know you were missing out on for so long. For your first morning waking up beside Steve, he sure did know how to make you want more.

“Jonathans too nice and Eddie’s just an idiot sometimes.” You answered with the roll of your eyes that he didn’t see.

“So am I still your most hated?” He teased, poking at your ribcage making your jolt and you smacked his chest.

He came out of hiding, head tilting up at you to hear your answer. “You should be…” you bit your lip, “but I’m afraid you’re actually gonna be my new favorite.”

“Already?” He wiggled his brows with a smirk, shoulders shimmying under the covers in some sort of lame victory dance.

“Don’t flatter yourself, Harrington.” You retorted, poking his cheek.

He pouted, taking your hand in his, “No c’mon, call me that other name…” He insisted, or more like whined, kissing your knuckles with a self indulgent smile on his face.

“Baby,” you murmured, giving into him with the smile gently taking over your features, “Don’t flatter yourself, baby.”

He grinned, holding your cheeks in his palms, kissing you softly, “I’ll try not to. No promises, though.”

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Day 2: love confession

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When Spencer watched you enter the office he felt that strange thing again. It was as if his stomach was turning completely, his heart was racing uncontrollably and his brain was turning off completely. And that had been going on for the past few months which, honestly, had become a pain.

“I knew we would be the first to arrive” you laughed, extending one of the two cups you had in your hands towards him “I bought you one.”

“Bless you, I needed my morning caffeine” he laughed, and when he heard you laugh that empty feeling returned. It was as if your presence triggered symptoms of a strange illness that he didn't know how to cure and that morning he woke up knowing that he was going to clear things up. “Hey, can I ask you a personal question?”

“About me or your person?”

“About me,” he clarified and you smiled, leaning against his desk so you could hear him better. You nodded your head, so he could start telling you whatever he had to say. “I've been feeling strange… but I guess I don't know why that is.”

"What are you talking about?"

“It's been happening to me for a few weeks now. I have had heart abnormalities, my hands sweat, my face feels hot, and out of nowhere I become a nervous wreck and I feel a knot in my stomach. All at the same time and that is horrible”

“Jesus Christ, Reid…” you began, genuinely concerned. “And have you been to the doctor?”

“No, because my symptoms only appear when I see… a specific person. But I don't understand why it is, do you think there is an allergy to a human person?

You watched him for a few seconds, digesting what he had just said and wondering if he meant it; his expectant look suggested to you that it was so, and you kept thinking until you could find the right words for an answer.

“Are you telling me that all this happens to you only when you see that person?”

“Yes,” he admitted, oblivious to anything you were implying.

“And it happens at another time? You know, like when you think about that person” you murmured cautiously, watching him reflect afterwards and finally nod his head frantically.

“It's strange, right?”

“And haven't you thought that you might not be sick, but in love?” 

"In love?" he muttered confusedly, as if it were an impossibility “That's absurd.”

“Why would it be? All of that sounds to me like your body gets excited when you see that person and it can only be if you are in love with them” you smiled, truly amused by the matter “It's something completely normal.”

"But that can’t be. It would mean that I am in love with you.”

Spencer didn't mean to say that. Spencer pretended to think that. But once the words left his mouth and he realized the mistake he had just made, he felt all the blood rushing to his cheeks. He only meant to ask you what all that was about, you weren't supposed to know that you were responsible for it. 

"What did you say?"

"Nothing"

“Do you feel all that when you're with me?” you asked stunned, verifying your theory with the simple blush on his cheeks. Your friend's silence was prolonged, until he felt he owed you an apology for such an indiscreet outburst.

"I'm sorry I made you uncomfortable”

“You didn't,” you admitted, reaching out to pat his knee “I'm just surprised. And you flatter me, in a way."

“Can we just pretend this didn't happen?” he asked, his eyes squeezed shut in shame and his hands fiddling with each other.

You leaned in his direction and planted a kiss on his nose that forced him to open his eyes and look at you.

“I also feel that whole chemical mess when I'm around you. There is nothing to be ashamed of” you laughed, feeling his soft gaze on you and almost hearing his heart beating rapidly “Now get to work. They don't pay you to be pretty”

And the memory of that exchange was enough to keep Reid working with a sweet smile on his face all day.

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Scattered Cards

Chishiya Shuntarō x reader

I wanted to marry you…

Angst / Fluff

I stared up at the ceiling, small cracks breaking along it.

Five hours lying in this bed and I was still unable to get any rest. I felt restless from the adrenaline that the spade game Chishiya and I were forced to play earlier. Those people in those horse masks… They were just like us, like everyone put here.

Trying to survive just another day.

I placed my hand over where my heart was, feeling it pump faster than normal. It was as if those moments followed me like as shadow even after the event had already passed. It was those moments that played in my head of Chishiya almost… If he had been a second late in dodging those bullets… I squeezed my eyes shut at the thought. I couldn’t bare the thought of surging this world without him. He was the only thing keeping me going. In his cold distant snarky way, he was what kept me from ending it all in this demolished world.

I glanced over to the familiar mop of hair, dark natural locks beginning to appear from his roots. I thought it looked nice with blonde he bleached his hair with. I wondered why he chose to bleach his hair in the real world… More so what he looked liked before with his natural.

Light snores came past his lips as he slept peacefully beside me. I could almost laugh at how much of a child he looked, but he was also seemed so peaceful…

A frown settled on my lips. How could he sleep with such ease? Would anything in this world affect him? To be honest, I don’t think I’ve ever seen him distraught after any game, immediately falling a sleep with little to no effort.

He looked as if he hadn’t just come back from a life or death situation.

It was his nonchalance about his own life that worried me the most and I wondered what it would take for him to finally break through his carefree facade…

But, my word does he look beautiful…

I don’t think I have ever seen a man so handsome in my life and here he appeared, at a beach with his lucky white jacket. It was by chance that we met. The memory bringing a smile to my face. The spilt strawberry drink on his shorts was on my behalf.

“I’m so sorry!” I panicked, kneeling down to clean up the mess.

“You don’t need to apologize. He bumped into you.” He stated referring to one of the drunk players with a yellow beach shirt.

“Still… This is your first day here and I’ve already left you with an unpleasant memory.” I sighed when the stain wouldn’t come out.

“This entire world is an unpleasant memory.” He replied, “You however, are interesting.”

I looked up at him, brows furrowed, “I am?”

“You’re close to the hatter. Either you’re related or something more.” He stated, completely ignoring the way I was spreading the stain on his shorts instead of fixing it.

I shook my head at the misconception, “No, there’s nothing going on between us.” I made a face of disgust, “Hatter and Aguni took me in… We arrived to this world at the same time.” I stopped trying to fix what I had done looking up at him, “I wouldn’t be anywhere without them. I owe them my life.”

“Seems like everyone here owes someone their life.” He answered, “You however, owe me a new pair of shorts.”

“I’ll get you one tomorrow, I promise!” I stuttered.

It was the nonchalance in his voice as he spoke words that rang true and it was that moment I knew I would eventually fall for him.

I couldn’t take the looming silence snaring its way around me. Images past through my mind of all the games I have played since waking up here… All the bodies I have seen… The lives I couldn’t save… My life that I put first.

“Chishi?” I whispered the nickname I gave him ever since the first time I felt something more than friendship towards him.

I still remember the look he gave me, but he said nothing about it none the less.

His arms pulled tighter around his pillow, facing me. I wanted to chuckle at how he looked so much like a child with his face squished by the puffy thing.

“Chish…” I whispered again, a small smile appearing on my face.

He grunted in acknowledgment, refusing to open his eyes.

“In the real world, would you still want what we have?” I asked, referring to the two of us.

“Don’t be stupid.” Was all he replied, ready to go back to sleep.

I stared at the ceiling with a huff, “I’m being serious.”

“So am I.” He replied.

I rolled over to face him, my face resting against my clasped hands as I took a breathe to say the question I’ve been thinking about.

“Chishi…” My voice trailed off with nerves, “Would you still want to date me?”

“No.” He answered after a short moment.

My heart deflated as a thousands needles stabbed at it. He seemed to be so brutally honest leaving no room for debate. I couldn’t tell if he was joking or not, his voice nonchalant. I think that made it worse. After all we’ve been through… He felt nothing for me? Couldn’t he want to at least try?

Has he just been bored and I was only good enough to appease his lack of entertainment?

The only thing I could form out of my mouth was a quiet, “Oh…” As I settled back into bed.

How am I supposed to sleep after that? Should I… Leave? Maybe Kuina would let me spend the night at her place.

Before I couldn’t get up he spoke again, this time a small smirk on his face. It was as if he knew the turmoil that was going on inside my head. A game he enjoyed to play.

“I would want to marry you.” He stated. His eyes still closed, but content nonetheless.

A smile made with pink cheeks followed by my giggle as I fell into his honeyed words. I quickly snuggled into his side. He already had his arm moved away to make room for me of course.

Chishiya seemed to always knowing what my reaction will be as if he could read me like a book… Magbe he could.

His arm was raised only slightly, but enough so that I could fit into his side like a missing piece to his difficult puzzle.

“You would marry me, hm?” I smiled into his chest.

The only sound that came from him was a muffled, “Mm.”

“My husband… A doctor. I like the sound of that. Especially of you saving lives and helping people.”

“Of course you would. You’re a sap.” He stated.

“Maybe I am, but only for you.” I mused as I traced circles into his shirt, “And I wouldn’t care for a fancy ring either. I would want it to be something as simple and true as our love.”

I couldn’t help the way my heart leaped in my chest or the fluttery feeling that appeared from the thoughts of marrying him. Those feelings pushed aside the fear and heartache that came with the borderlands. It pushed them far away, leaving me in a bliss by the name of love.

“Mrs. Chishiya. I like the sound of that.” I mumbled.

“Hush. I’m trying to sleep.” He muttered.

“Goodnight Mr. Chishiya.” I giggled.

He amused me by saying those few words that had me ailing like an idiot, “Goodnight Mrs. Chishiya.”

My hands clutched onto his shirt as he held onto my side, the two of us falling into a blissful sleep.

If you loved me that much Shuntarō, why would you betray me like this?

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Promises

A/N: I’m back….again, hopefully for good this time. I’m working on a few more one shots and there may or may not be a couple series in the making. I also wanted to thank @kati-1997 for all the amazing ideas and help she gives (most of my writing is inspired by her ideas or at least incorporate her ideas).

I sigh as I finish up the autopsy as Max walks in. “Is everything okay Dr. Y/L/N?” I hum and look at him, “What? Yeah, yeah I’m okay. Why do you ask?” He tilts his head as he throws his gloves into the trash can, “It’s just today you’ve seemed quite perturbed and slightly irritable at times.”

I sigh again as I set my clipboard on my desk, “I’m sorry Max I didn’t mean to seem rude. It’s just.” I sigh as I sink into my chair and run a hand down my face, “Oh Max I’m sorry I don’t want to dump my burdens onto you.” He pushes his glasses up his nose and protests, “It’s hardly a burden, I consider you a close friend and I would like to help if I can.” I brush some hair away from my face and lean forward in my chair, “Its just, this morning I got into a fight with my boyfriend and I said some things, mean and nasty things, that aren’t true and I don’t know why I said them and now I don’t know what to do.”

Max leans against my desk before nodding, “I did not know you were seeing someone but it appears to me that you simply have to apologize.” I shake my head and groan, “You don’t get it, I can’t just apologize. He-, we-, it’s just, god Max it’s not that simple. What if he calls it off even after I apologize?” Max looks at me with serious eyes before asking, “Do you love him?” My eyes widen and I nod, “Yes! Of course I love him.”

Max nods as if he already knew the answer, “Then you at least owe him an apology, even if he does end it if you truly love him you need to apologize.” I nod knowing he’s right before jumping as a familiar voice cuts in, “Apologizing is definitely something that you should do, especially if you mean it. Speaking from personal experience a little remorse goes a long way.”

I spin around to meet the ocean blue eyes that I had watched break from my words just this morning. I lick my lips and nod, “I am sorry, truly and genuinely sorry. I never meant the things I said and I don’t know why I did it but I regret doing it.” I watch a smile threaten to give away his cover before he nods, “Just tell him that and I think you’ll be okay.” A small smile graces my face and I nod, “I will, I promise I’ll find a way to make it up to him too.” Steve nods before him and Danny look at Max, “Alright Max, what was it you called about?”

Once Max was done telling them the autopsy report on their latest victim they bid their goodbyes and start leaving. I bite my lip trying to decide what to do when I take off down the hall after them. When I get close to them I call out, “Commander McGarrett! Can-can I borrow you for a second?” He spins around to look at me before hesitantly nodding, “Yeah, here we’ll go in here so we have privacy, unless you don’t mind Danny hearing anything you say.” I know the silent question he’s asking with those words, is it about our relationship or about something else?

I point towards an empty room, “Privacy, please.” He nods leading us to the door before turning back to Danny, “I’ll be out in a second.” I see Danny’s concerned face before he nods, “Yeah, it’s fine I’ll wait here.”

When we get in the room and the door’s closed I grab Steve’s cheeks as tears threaten to spill down mine, “I’m sorry, I’m so so sorry! I didn’t mean what I said, if I had a problem with you putting your life on the line I shouldn’t have ever went out with you. I don’t have a problem with it, well, I mean I do because I can’t imagine my life without you, but I’ve come to terms with it. I don’t know what got into me this morning but, i-if you feel that you need to go to North Korea, go. I just have this feeling that it’s a bad idea and I know that you’re a SEAL I know you’ve done stuff like this before but you’d be dealing with Wofat, and he wants to kill you. It’s just, I don’t know how to explain it. I guess, I guess I’m just scared.”

I sniffle as I watch Steve’s face soften before he cups my cheeks and wipes the tears that I didn’t even notice had fallen, “I know you’re scared, I see it every day, even before we got together you were always scared for the team. I promise you, I’ll be okay, I’ll come home to you.” I nod as I feel more tears threaten to fall as I bury my face in his neck and wrap my arms around his torso. His hands slide to hold me close and he rubs a hand up and down my back, “I’ll come home to you, I’ll always, come home to you.”

I pull back just enough to make eye contact with Steve and I nod, “S-Steve, there’s something else that makes me want you to stay.” He brushes a piece of hair from my face as his brows furrow, “What do you mean baby?” I snort at the irony of his words before sighing, “I’m pregnant Steve. At least I think I am, everything adds up and I’ve got a pregnancy test in my bathroom cabinet but I’m too scared to take it.” I step back a little more as his eyes widen and his mouth opens and closes, reminding me of a fish, “What? H-how?” I tilt my head with a small smile, “Stevie, you know how. There’s really only one way to get pregnant.”

I watch as he smiles and pulls me into him before leaving a quick kiss on my lips, “Take the test, before I go. I want to know before I leave.” I smile and nod, “Only if you’ll be there when I do it.” He nods and cups my face, “Do you have any idea how much I love you?” I blush and shrug my shoulders causing him to frown, “Y/N/N, sweetheart, light of my life, you are everything to me. I’ve thought about kids and I honestly never thought I would ever have the chance or meet the right woman but now. Fuck, now I’m standing in front of my secret girlfriend who just told me she’s pretty sure she’s pregnant and I honestly have never been happier.” My smile drops slightly as I ask, “What if I’m not?”

He runs his thumb across my bottom lip with an adorable pout on his face, “Well, if you aren’t, we have all the time in the world, there’s no need to rush. I mean no one except us knows we’re together because I’m worried Wofat will use you against me and I would never forgive myself if he hurt you, because of me. But I’d also be lying if I said a small part of me isn’t overjoyed at the thought of being a father and praying that the test says you are pregnant.”

I smile and grab the back of his head pulling him into a passionate kiss, “I’ll take lunch a little early and head home and you can meet me there before you leave. Just let me know when you’re about to leave.” He smiles his dazzling smile that swept me off my feet the first time we met before nodding, “Yes ma’am.”

When we exit the room I wipe the remainder of my tears off my cheeks as Danny looks between us confused and worried. “Steven what did you do to her?!” I chuckle a little as Steve’s eyes widen, “I didn’t do anything! We talked about what she needed to talk about and she got a little emotional she’s a woman Danny, an emotional one at that.”

I scoff at Steve, “Excuse me, did you just say all woman are emotional? Because that’s not true, my sister’s like a brick wall, in fact you’d be better off making a wall cry than her.” Steve and Danny both laugh before Steve pats Danny’s shoulder, “Alright Danno, we gotta go. See ya later Dr. Y/L/N!” I fake an annoyed growl before yelling after his retreating form, “How many times do I have to tell you?! Call me Y/N!”

The response I get in return is a sly wink and a, “Sure thing Doc.” I roll my eyes before heading back into the morgue.

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I take a deep breath as I shakily grab the box that had been tucked away in my bathroom cabinet for a little over a week as a gentle yet firm hand rubs circles into the small of my back silently urging me on as I open the Clear Blue box and pull out the pregnancy test. As I hold the test in one hand I read the instructions. When I set the box and leaflet down I turn to Steve with anxiety bubbling in my stomach, “Are you sure about this? If I take it, and it says I am there’s no going back.”

He uses his thumbs to rub circles into my biceps before pecking my nose, “Babe, no matter what you do, whether you take the test now or not, if you’re pregnant, you’re pregnant there’s no going back.” I wet my lips as I nod, “O-okay, it says I can pee directly on the stick so uh, here we go? I guess.”

I put the cap on the test and set it on the counter before washing my hands. I dry my hands before grabbing onto Steve making sure I can see the test from where I’m resting against him, “Stevie?”

His hand continues rubbing up and down my back, “Yeah, sweetheart?” I nuzzle into the warmth of his chest before sighing, “I kind of hope it’s positive.” He places a kiss on my hair before whispering, “Me too.”

I suck in a breath as the last block fills the screen before gasping at the word on the screen. The one little world that just changed our life forever…pregnant. I turn to Steve with my mouth hanging open to see the same expression on his face before he blinks and looks at me. As soon as we make eye contact he pulls me into a hug that lifts my feet slightly off the ground, “You’re pregnant. We’re going to be parents.”

He sets me down and holds me at an arms distance with a huge smile, “You are going to be the best damn mother ever.” I blush and smile, “And I know you’ll be an amazing father.”

I grab the test off the counter and sigh, “I don’t want to throw it away. It feels like such an important thing now. Like I want to keep looking at it to make sure I’m not dreaming.” I lean into Steve as he wraps his arms around my torso and rests his head on my shoulder pressing kisses along my neck, “Keep it.” I roll my head to the side to give him more access as I choke back a moan, “What?” He chuckles as he runs his nose up my neck before nibbling on my earlobe, “Leave it in your purse or somethin’ that way when you think you’re dreaming you can whip it out and see the proof.”

I let out a laugh that quickly turns to a moan, “Whip it out? Are we talking about the pregnancy test or your dick?” He bit into the juncture of my neck causing me to release a whine, “Steve.”

He hummed before soothing the bite with his tongue. He pulls back slightly and groans when I grind into him, “Baby, I gotta go.” I growled and dig my nails into his forearms, “Steve I swear if you leave me all riled up.” He hisses slightly before chuckling, “Or what? Come on baby, tell me what you’re going to do?” I throw my head back on his shoulder and look up at him, “I’ll be mad at you.” He gasps dramatically before running his hands up my shirt, “We can’t have that now can we?”

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I pant slightly, covered in sweat as I button my jeans up. I turn and lean against the counter as Steve zips up his pants and grabs my hairbrush and the pregnancy test off the floor that had been casualties of our escapade. He hands me the pregnancy test and kisses me on the cheek, “Here ya go momma, I do have to go now.” I bite my lip to hold back tears as I nod, “I know, just, promise you’ll be careful.” He smiles a sad smile before nodding, “I promise. I love you.” I pull him in for a kiss and when we pull away I brush his hair back, “I love you too.”

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I glance up from my laptop on my desk when the door is thrown open and a disheveled Danny falls through it. He looks at me with wide worried eyes before asking, “Do you know where Max is?” I furrow my eyebrows and shake my head, “No, he said something about running an errand but he left like twenty minutes ago. Why?” Danny runs a hand through his hair as he anxiously paces. I jump up and grab his shoulders, “Danny! Snap out of it, you’re going to make me sick, what happened?”

He stops pacing and takes a deep breath, “It’s Steve.” I let go of Danny as if he burned me and I feel the anxiety that’s been in my stomach since he left turn into dread, “What do you mean? Danny, what’s wrong with Steve?” He sighs and shakes his head and I grab his arm and shake him slightly, “Danny! What the hell is wrong with Steve?!”

“He’s missing.” I step backwards slightly as Danny continues, “We found out that Jenna Kaye was lying to us and we’ve lost all contact with Steve. We think Jenna has been working with Wofat, which means Wofat has Steve.” I feel the blood drain from my face as I dart for the trash can. I retch as the last of my lunch leaves my body and Danny rushes towards me. “Y/N?! Are you okay?!”

At his words I fully process what he says and feel tears start to overflow no matter how hard I tried to hold them back. I try and fail to hold back a sob as I shake my head, “No, no, this isn’t happening. This can’t be happening. He promised.” Danny furrows his eyebrows before taking a step back, “What are you talking about?” My eyes search his face debating if I should tell him our secret and remember that Steve trusts him with his life, so I know he can be trusted. “We- Steve and I- we’re together. Like together together.”

Danny shakes his head confused, “What?” I wipe my tears as I run and grab my purse remembering that I took Steve’s advice and squirreled the pregnancy test in my purse. I willed the tears away as I dug through my purse before finding the little white and blue stick that I had tucked away in a pocket. I shakily hand it to Danny and watch as the confusion morphed into surprise, “You’re? And he’s?” I nod knowing what he’s trying and failing to say, “Yes, I'm pregnant and the baby is his.”

His eyes widen before his facial features soften, “How long have you two?” He trails off and I wipe the remaining tears from cheeks, “A little over a year.” His mouth drops and for a second I thought he was frozen but he snaps out of it and whisper shouts, “A year?! And neither of you said anything?!” I nod, “We were going to, and then Wofat started targeting people close to Steve and he got scared and made me promise to keep it a secret, at least until you guys caught Wofat.”

He nods following along before asking, “Are you going to tell the others?” My eyes widen and I shake my head frantically, “No! Absolutely not, I’m not going to tell anyone anything until Steve is back and we decide if we want to or not, it’s not just my life I’m considering, I’m thinking for three now because god knows Steve doesn’t do much of that.” Danny chuckles and I continue, “Danny, you have to promise me, you can’t tell anyone about this, about the pregnancy or me and Steve.” He nods but I want a verbal response, “Promise me.”

He hands me the pregnancy test before nodding, “I promise Y/N. It stays between us, but I better be the godfather.” I sniffle and nod as I put the test back in my purse, “Deal, now, I’m going with you, I want to know everything you do, he’s my boyfriend and my child’s father, I think I’ve earned that right.” He nods before gesturing me to follow, “Okay, I’ll drive.”

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I tap my foot anxiously as the team decides what they want to do. When they finally come to a decision I breathe a sigh of relief knowing that if anyone can find Steve it’s this team (and Joe). As they’re leaving I run to grab Danny’s arm, “Promise you’ll keep me updated.” He squeezes my arm and nods, “I promise, stay here with Lori and I’ll call as soon as we touchdown.” I nod and silently thank him.

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I fiddle with a pen that had been laying on Steve’s desk before jumping when Lori speaks, “I wouldn’t mess with his stuff.” I spin around and nod putting his pen back where he had it, “Oh, yeah, sorry I’m a fiddler when I’m nervous.” She nods before sitting on the couch and putting her feet on the coffee table, “Mind me asking you why you’re so concerned about Steve.”

I manage to not blush before sitting in one of the chairs and turning to face Lori, “Well, we’ve known each other for over a year and he has a way of working his way into your life, even if you don’t want him to.” I narrow my eyes as she sighs wistfully, “Yeah, I understand that.” I clear my throat and stand up from the chair, “Um, I’m going to run to the bathroom really quick. Do you want anything from one of the vending machines?” She shakes her head with a small smile and I spin around on my heal and rush towards the bathroom.

It’s not surprising to know someone else likes Steve but it’s awkward when someone outwardly shows it and it fills me with jealousy knowing that Lori works with him all day everyday and I only get him a few hours every few days. I splash my face with cold water hoping to quell my nausea before pulling out my phone and smiling at the lock screen. It was a picture of Steve and I sharing a quick kiss that I had managed to get a selfie of. I tilt my head back and blink, willing the tears away knowing that if I start crying now I’m not going to stop.

Once I’ve calmed myself down I grabbed some M&M’s from the vending machine and head back to Steve’s office. When I step into the office Lori is on the phone and I rush forward, “Are they there?” She smiles and nods before pulling the phone away from her ear and putting it on speaker. I sit beside her on the couch and listen as Danny rants about the poor excuse of a helicopter they call Tangerine and that when they opened the door chickens jumped out. He continues relaying the plan before asking, “Hey, Lori, is Y/N there?” I lean forward before answering, “Yeah, Danny I’m here, you’re on speaker.”

“Can I talk to you privately for a minute?” I bite my lip and grab the phone before turning it off speaker and walking across the room, “Yeah Danny, it’s just me now.” I hear him clear his throat before he asks, “How are you holding up?” I let out a noise of discontent and he sighs, “Yeah I figured, probably still dealing with morning sickness. Has that bothered you anymore since our conversation yesterday?” I shrug as I answer, “Yes but no, mostly just nerves, that’s what yesterday was about too. It’s honestly not all that bad.”

I hear him chuckle before he seems to sense the underlying anxiety and stress because his voice gets a little quieter and worried, “Hey, Y/N, listen. I know you’re worried and I can only imagine how you must feel right now but it’s not good for you right now. Just, try and relax, drink a cup of tea or do sudoku.” I snort, “That’ll just stress me out more, I don’t have the patience for sudoku I don’t understand the fun of it either.” I can all but hear the eye roll before he sighs, “Okay but seriously babes, you have to calm down. You worrying and stressing isn’t going to change anything. Look we’re 98% sure we have a lock on his location and I will call you as soon as we get him and I have a chance. I’ll bring him home to you Y/N/N, I promise.”

I bite my lip to hold back tears as I nod, “Thank you, I’ll try and drink some tea, maybe it’ll help.” He lets out a sigh of relief as he says his goodbyes. When I hand Lori the phone she lifts an eyebrow, “What was that about?” I blush slightly before smiling sheepishly, “I’ve been a little sick lately and I threw up yesterday when Danny told me and he was just checking to make sure I was relaxing.” She nods before standing from the couch, “Here lay down, take a nap, I’ll even go get you some tea if you want.” I smile and sit on the couch as Lori leaves the office to presumably get tea.

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I sip my eighth cup of tea as Lori and I walk to her car to go to the military airport that the team would be landing at before I groan when my phone hits the ground. Lori spins around as I bend down to pick it up and check to make sure the screen isn’t broken. “Y/N/N, that’s like the third time you’ve dropped that thing today.” I tuck my phone ‘securely’ in the waistband of my leggings again before responding to Lori, “Yeah I know, I have a love hate relationship with these leggings. They don’t have pockets so my phone is constantly falling out but they’re so comfy. Literally feels like I’m not wearing pants.” She chuckles before motioning me to continue, “Come on they should be landing soon.”

I quickly catch up as excitement pumps through my bloodstream. We got the call about thirteen hours ago that they have Steve and would be home in about thirteen hours. I lean my head against the window and close my eyes as my stomach churns. I take slow breaths before opening an eye to glance at Lori, “Do you have any gum, a mint flavor preferably?” She hums before shaking her head, “No sorry, why?” I sigh before closing my eyes again, “Helps with nausea.”

When we pull into the airport I jump out of the car before leaning on the hood waiting for the plane to come into sight. I gag slightly before taking another sip of my tea hoping it’ll calm my stomach but all it does is stir it up more. I heave as I double over and groan when all that comes out is spit since there was nothing in my stomach to come out. Lori rushes over and lays a hand on my back between my shoulder blades, “You okay?” I take a sip of my tea once my stomach has decided to calm down and nod my head, “Yeah, yeah I’m okay.” She looks at me skeptically before nodding and then pointing to the ground, “You dropped something again.” I furrow my eyebrows and look down to see my phone, on the ground, again. “For fucks sake!”

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I all but shake as the plane lands and oh so slowly the team starts to exit and there he was. He seemed okay, a little beaten and bruised but other than that nothing life threatening. I go to run forward but I’m beaten to it when Lori takes off and embraces him in a hug that is far from a friendly hug. I scowl but blush when Danny comes over, “You’re girlfriendness is showing. How’s the baby SEAL?” I smile and shrug, “I guess okay, making me sick every now and then though.” He chuckles and nods, “I remember those days, Rachel was sicker than a dog for her first trimester.”

I grimace thinking about how she must have felt before purking up as Steve starts walking towards me again. Danny senses my excitement and excuses himself and goes to stand by Joe. When Steve gets about ten feet in front of me I take off running and slow down slightly when I get to him so I’m not colliding too hard into his obviously sore body. I wrap my arms around his upper torso and bury my face in his neck as tears I’ve been holding back for two days start to fall. “I was so scared, Stevie.” He pulls me close and buries his face in my hair as he rocks us slightly, “I know baby, I know. I’m so sorry. I never meant for this to happen.”

I sniffle and nod slightly as I smile, “But you still came home, just like you promised.” I feel him pull back when we hear Kono, “Oh. My. God.” I spin around to face her when I feel the blood drain from my face as I process what she’s holding…my phone. I look at Steve wide eyed and his eyes immediately widen when he realizes what my lock screen is. I scramble forward quickly before grabbing my phone from her hands and making eye contact with her silently begging her to not say anything.

She must not interpret my look or she completely ignored my silent pleas, “You two are dating?!” My mouth opens and closes looking for an answer and glancing at Steve who looks just as helpless as me. I look back at Kono and say the only thing I can think of, “It’s not what it looks like!” She crosses her arms and raises an eyebrow, “Really? And how exactly do you explain why you and boss are locking lips?” My eyes dart between everybody and notice the surprised look on everyone’s face, except Danny, even Joe looks surprised. I feel Steve’s hand on my lower back before he speaks, “Okay, you’re right, there’s really no explanation for that other than the obvious.”

This time Lori steps forward and has the decency to look guilty and slightly horrified, “So, you guys are dating?” I glance at Steve and he gives a subtle nod that says he’s okay that we tell them. I sigh before nodding, “Yes. We’ve been together for a little over a year.” Everyone gapes at us as I smile finally relieved that I can show up when he’s at work to visit and that I can show him affection without worrying if some is watching.

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After explaining everything and why we kept it a secret Danny is driving Steve and I back to Steve’s place after I promised him I would stay with Steve and make sure he was okay…and to call if we needed anything. His words to be exact were, ‘Call me if you need anything, and I mean anything, even if you can’t find a toothpick, call me.’ I lean forward resting my head on the side of the passenger seat before grabbing Steve’s hand, “I missed you.” Before Steve can answer Danny gags, “Alright love birds no PDA in my car.” Even though Danny seems perturbed at our fingers being interlaced on the center console I can see the faint smile threatening to curl it’s way onto his lips.

I see Steve roll his eyes before holding my hand a little tighter as if he’s scared I’ll pull away. I hum slightly as Steve finally speaks, “I missed you too, baby. How are you doing?” I rub circles into the back of his hand with my thumb as I answer, “Pretty good, I get a little sick every now and then but it’s not as bad as it could be.” He nods before relaxing into the seat, “That’s good.” I nod and place a kiss to his shoulder before shifting to lean on the drivers seat but maintain a grip on Steve’s hand scared that if I let go he’ll be gone.

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When Steve and I are curled up in his bed finally settling down to get some much needed sleep I curl myself around him and he runs a hand through my hair while placing a kiss on the palm of my hand. I glance up at him from my position knowing he wants to talk and smile as I meet clear blue eyes filled with love. “I thought about you the whole time. I remembered my promise to come home to you and it gave me the energy to keep going.” I smile and place a kiss on his chest before snuggling further into him, “I know baby, you kept your promise and I believe you will for the rest of our lives and I’m making a promise to you.” He raises an eyebrow as he glances down, “What’s that momma?” I chuckle and roll my eyes at the nickname before answering, “As long as you keep coming home to me, I promise to always be here waiting, no matter what.”

He squeezes me a little tighter, “Promise?” I push myself up on my forearm before brushing away some stray hairs that had fallen into his face as I study his features that are illuminated by the moon before leaning down and kissing him. When I pull away with my lips still brushing his I whisper, “I promise, you just keep coming home and you’ll see I’m telling the truth.”

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Touch Starved

The Sandman

Dreamling

Explicit

“It seems I owe you an apology. I’ve always heard it impolite to keep one’s friends waiting.”

His Stranger sat with a smile Hob had never seen before. His heart was so loud in his chest that he was afraid his Stranger might hear it. 133 years after their last meeting (and Hob should be mad for making him wait, but he had forgiven his Stranger the second he had appeared) and they settled in their usual routine. Hob told him about his last century and a third while his Stranger listened attentively, asked some questions and ignored the drink in front of him.

It didn’t last much, though.

A random guy, obviously inebriated, bumped into Dream’s chair. He hurriedly apologized, patting Dream on the shoulder.

“Sorry, buddy. Won’t drink more, promise,” the man said with a chuckle.

His Stranger was so tense that Hob feared for a moment that he would smite that guy on the spot. He didn’t, though. The man left and Dream stayed frozen. His shoulders hunched over, his muscles tense as a guitar string, and his eyes fixed on some imperfection of the table. Something wasn’t okay.

“Hey, hey. Look at me,” Hob said, trying to make him react.

Dream looked up, eyes black as night, a bright star in the middle. He forced himself to straighten up, and Hob feared he would run away.

“Want to go to my apartment? It’s just upstairs, no one will bother us there,” Hob offered, really hoping it wasn’t going too far.

Dream thought for a moment, then nodded. Hob got up the table and signaled toward the stairs at the back of the pub. He walked behind Dream, subconsciously protecting him from any other distracted patron, but he made sure not to touch him.

They entered his apartment, and Hob led him to the living room. Every room and hallway was full of memories from the past that Hob was sure his Stranger would appreciate, but he was too tense and didn't even look around.

“Do you want something to drink? Or to eat? I can cook something.”

“No, thank you,” Dream said, sitting on the sofa as stiff as a stick.

Hob bit his lip and pondered whether to pour himself a drink or not. He decided against it, it was better not to be drunk for this. He sat on the sofa too, keeping his distance from his Stranger, despite himself – he looked as if he could use a good hug.

“Tell me what’s going on?” Hob asked, and hurried to add: “If you want. I can keep talking.”

Hob closed his mouth and forced himself to wait, he had to give him time to answer. He was so nervous he could barely stay still. His stranger was in his home, sitting on his sofa. They had never been in such an intimate setting (not that Hob hadn’t dreamt about it hundreds, thousands of times).

“I’ve been captive,” Dream finally answered. “For over a century.”

All the air rushed out from his lungs. Hob looked at him with wide eyes, trying to process what he was hearing. His Stranger, this powerful creature –whatever he was– had been captured –trapped alone, isolated, his Stranger didn’t say but Hob heard.

“Now, touch feels strange,” Dream said. His words were steady, he knew what he wanted to say, but it was obvious he had thought them thoroughly.

“Touch starved,” Hob said without thinking.

“What?”

“It’s, uh… When you’ve gone for a long time without others touching you, it’s like your brain can’t process it when someone finally touches you. It feels painful or disgusting, even though it’s the thing you need the most. I… I’ve experienced it in the worst times, but I didn’t have a term for it back then,” and he hoped not to have to use it ever.

“That’s not possible,” Dream said, his brows knitted. “I am not human, I cannot suffer from such ails.”

“I don’t… Look, I don’t know what you are, I don’t even know your name. I’m just saying what this looks like.”

“Dream.”

“Huh?” Hob blinked confused.

“You may call me Dream. Or Morpheus, if you prefer.”

Hob blinked again. He had a name now. Two, actually. Finally. After so many (633) years.

“Dream. Okay. Nice name.” Damn, he sounded so dumb. “So, I’m not saying this is what is going on with you, maybe it’s not the same for you, but- Hell, I’d have gone crazy if I had been captive for that long. The fact that you’re this… composed is a wonder.”

He was so afraid to say the wrong thing and that his Stranger, no, Dream just got up and left, but he couldn’t shut up, not when Dream was in obvious need of some advice. You dare. He heard the words in his mind, and yes, once again he dared.

“How would you get rid of this feeling?” Dream asked to his surprise.

“Am, I…” he was stunned for a moment, he wasn’t expecting that. “I could touch you. If you want, of course. Touching others is the only way to get back to normal. We can go slowly, at your pace. I could hold your hand, and we can stop at any moment if you feel overwhelmed.”

Dream seemed to think about it, and Hob waited with bated breath.

“Very well,” Dream said, offering his hand.

Hob looked at it for a moment without understanding, even if he had been the one to propose it. He couldn’t believe he was going to touch his Stranger for the first time the same day he had found out his name.

He took the pale hand slowly but without hesitation. Dream tensed, even if it seemed impossible to be tenser than he already was. Hob just held his hand, nothing more, he didn’t move his fingers at all.

“Talk to me,” Dream asked, and Hob obliged because he knew he needed a distraction. Hob needed it too – his skin was so soft, flawless, long, bonny fingers, not as cold as he had thought.

He didn’t remember where he had left it, so he just started with another part of his life in the 20th century. Dream relaxed minutely. Hob tried not to stare, feigning not to pay attention to him. Some minutes into his talk, Hob started moving his thumb over the back of his hand, then over his knuckles. Dream’s hand twitched, but he didn’t try to remove it from his hold.

Hob was pretty sure he wasn’t paying attention to any of his words, but he didn’t mind, it wasn’t important. Dream’s eyes were fixated on their joined hands, his body slowly relaxing against the back of the sofa. Hob started to move his fingers over his palm and his fingers too. Soon, only a few minutes later, Dream was answering his touch, stroking his fingers with his thumb. Hob was trembling now. The contact felt so good and entirely not enough. He wanted so much more, he wanted to touch all his body, to feel it with his own, skin against skin-

No.

They weren’t there for that, that wasn’t what Dream needed at that moment. Hob would settle for the feeling of his bony fingers, of the lines of his palm, of his soft, slowly warming skin. He slid his fingers just a little further up, caressing the inside of his wrist, the delicate, thin skin there. He could feel Dream shudder.

Suddenly, Hob had a lapful of Dream. He didn’t know what to do. His friend was awkwardly sitting with a leg over his thighs, his arms around Hob’s shoulders, his face hiding in his neck. Hob was paralyzed, his hands in the air, trying to understand what was going on. Dream’s hair tickled his nose, and he now knew how he smelt.

“Hold me,” Dream whispered in his ear. It was more a plea than an order, and Hob complied.

He hugged Dream tightly, pressing their chests together, his hands moving up and down his back over his trench coat as if he were trying to warm him up. Dream wasn’t cold, but he could use some warmth. He was trembling, anxious, his hold tightening around his shoulders, his ragged breath against Hob’s neck making him shiver.

“I’m so sorry this happened,” Hob whispered in his ear, unable to hold back the feelings brewing in his chest. “If I had known… If I… I swear, Dream, I’d have found you, I’d have got you out of there. I should have known something happened, I should have looked harder. I’m so sorry, Dream.”

Dream’s hands tightened on his jacket.

“Really?” Dream breathed.

“Of course, love. I’ll look for you, always. Even if you’re just ignoring me, I’ll get you back.” His voice sounded raw, his eyes had a layer of tears. Just thinking about what his Stranger had gone through. Isolated for more than a century. Alone for so long. If he had looked for him with more persistence…

“Thank you,” his voice was so low Hob wasn’t sure if it had been his imagination.

Dream only started to relax then. His body became boneless against Hob’s, and he sat in a better position, still on his lap. Hob closed his eyes and enjoyed the moment, trying to ignore all the ‘what if’s. It was useless to think about that now. He only had to make sure Dream was all right.

“Do you want to rest? You can have my bed,” he offered. Hob didn’t know if Dream needed to sleep or if he had somewhere else to be, but he certainly could use some rest.

“If you stay.”

Hob would never say aloud that Dream sounded a little shy. But he did. The only thing that passed through his mind, though, was ‘cuddle time!’.

“Of course, love. Come on.”

Dream didn’t complain, he wouldn’t lower himself to that, but it was obvious he wasn’t happy to get up. Hob led him to his bedroom, turning on the bedside lamp.

“Do you want to take off your coat?” he asked and waited for his answer. He didn’t want to do anything that made him uncomfortable.

Dream was a little tense again, but he didn’t seem about to run away. He shook his head once.

“Okay. What about the boots?” Again he waited for an answer, not wanting to assume. Dream nodded and sat on the bed. “Allow me.”

Hob knelt before him and unlaced his expensive looking boots. He had seen some of his students with similar ones. He took his calf with one hand and pulled his boot off. Then he repeated the same process with the other. He was wearing black socks, but it was obvious his feet were as bony as his hands.

Hob then realized his situation, kneeling in front of his Stranger. He looked up, Dream’s eyes were fixed on him, so dark and beautiful. He wasn’t sure if the stars he saw there were real or just a representation of his feelings. Hob’s heart was beating so fast. He had to stop it. It wasn’t the moment to start imagining what he could do to his Stranger on his knees. He shook his head and stood up.

“Is it okay if I take off my jacket?” he asked, ignoring the flush of his face.

“You can undress if you want,” Dream said nonchalantly.

It took him by surprise, but Hob recovered fast enough. He swore he could see the smirk on his lips that wasn’t actually there and the bright of mischief in his eyes. This man (?) was a danger to his heart. He took off his jacket and his shoes and laid down on one side of the bed.

“Well? Are you coming?” he asked, trying to seem completely at ease.

Dream seemed to doubt for a moment, and Hob was ready to get up and tell him that it was okay if he had changed his mind, that he could leave. But before that, Dream climbed onto the bed and laid beside him. Stiff as a board. With his unnaturally pale skin and his immobile body he could as well be a corpse – or a vampire, Hob hadn’t discarded that theory yet. It was a little unsettling.

“Um… Would you like to be the big spoon or the little spoon? Or we could face each other if that’s… better,” he asked, a little unsure.

“Do you want me to shift into a spoon?” Dream asked, looking at him with a confused frown.

“No, that’s not-... You can do that? Wait, don’t answer that, not now anyway. No, it means… I can hold you from behind – it feels really good, I promise – or you can hold me. Or just face to face.”

The little wrinkle between Dream’s eyebrows disappeared but he still looked thoughtful. Hob couldn’t believe he had to explain cuddling to a millennia (?) old creature.

“Little spoon,” Dream said, and Hob looked at him open-mouthed for a second. Yes, those words had come out of his Stranger’s mouth, and yes, it had been his fault. Still.

“Okay, good,” he said, nodding like an idiot.

Hob laid on his side and opened his arms for Dream. Dream looked uncertain for a moment, then turned and scooted back until his back was against Hob. Hob hugged him from behind, holding him tightly against his chest, their bodies pressed together from head to toes. It was so intimate despite all the clothes that separated them, but he wasn’t going to think about that.

Dream slowly relaxed again, and Hob felt himself relaxing too, his eyes falling closed against his will. Despite all the emotion of the evening, he’d had a long day (week) at the university, and being immortal didn’t save him from tiredness. The smell of winter and sea breeze surrounded him. And something more he couldn’t describe.

“In case you’re not here when I wake up,” he whispered, his lips close enough to Dream’s ear, “I want you to know that… it doesn’t have to be a century. You can come back whenever you want, whether it is in fifty years or tomorrow. You’re always welcome.”

He fell asleep before hearing any answer.

[Part 2]

#dream of the endless #hob gadling #dreamling #the sandman #fanfic #fanfiction #english fanfic #slash

[moodymelanist]

Are you just doing Elucien prompts? Because I had this idea for Nessian where canon Nesta craves physical affection from Cassian but doesn’t really know what to do with it when he is affectionate with her because she’s never had anyone touch her tenderly like he does

nope, I’m taking any and everyone as the mood strikes me! I hope you don't mind that this is a modern au; I really liked this idea but writing in canon isn't my preferred thing to do. tw for discussion of prior abuse (tomas + mama archeron can suck it).

Nesta knew Cassian had noticed the way she didn’t know what to do with herself whenever he wanted to touch her. He was just so giving with his affection, from the easy way he would sling an arm around her shoulders to the kisses he liked to press to her skin whenever he felt she needed one.

Part of her wanted to lean into those touches, to make things easy the way they seemed to be for him, but a much larger part of her didn't know how to trust hands that were reaching for her. She was so used to being hurt instead of being held that her body just didn't know what to do when it was presented with the second option.

"I'm sorry," Nesta said for what felt like the millionth time after it happened. She'd been washing their dishes from dinner when Cassian had come up from behind her to wrap his arms around her, sending her into a stiff panic before she forced herself to calm down. "Fuck, I'm sorry."

They'd been dating for long enough that Nesta hated it was even an issue. They spent endless time in each other's apartments, saw each other multiple times a week, had met each other's friends and chosen families. She knew Cassian would never hurt her, would never even want to, but it was hard to fight every instinct in her body telling her she was in danger when it had kept her alive for so long.

"You don't have anything to apologize for, sweetheart," Cassian replied. He slowly unwrapped his arms from around her so he wouldn't startle her further and took a few steps to the right. "I'm the one who should be apologizing."

"What?" she responded, completely flabbergasted. She turned off the water and turned to face him so they could have what was shaping up to be an important conversation without any distractions. "You're not the one who's fucked up."

"Nesta." He gave her a look that told her exactly what he thought of that statement. "What happened to you was fucked up. That doesn't mean you're fucked up."

"But I am fucked up."

"We're all a little bit fucked up. Doesn't mean I still don't owe you an apology."

"What do you think you owe me one for?" Nesta asked, a little resigned. Her boyfriend was even more stubborn than she was on the best of days, so sometimes it was easier to just give in rather than fight a ridiculous fight, especially for something they'd talked to death so many times before.

"I know you don't like me coming up to you like that, so I'm the one who owes you an apology," Cassian answered. "I'm sorry for scaring you."

"It's not that you scared me," she told him honestly. Having conversations like these made her insides crawl, but since they were already talking, she thought she might as well rip the entire band-aid off anyways. "I like it when you touch me, I just... need some more warning, is all."

"Okay," he easily agreed. "I'll try to remember that for the future. Okay?"

"Okay," she mumbled. She turned around and started messing with the dishes again just to give herself something to do, not sure where to go from here.

"Is it okay if I give you a hug now?" Cassian asked after a few moments passed.

"Yes," Nesta answered. She took a deep breath and let it go just as his arms slowly circled back around her, letting herself relax as much as she could into the warmth of his embrace. It was much better now that she knew it was coming, and she found herself able to enjoy the feeling of his warm body behind her instead of immediately going into fight-or-flight mode.

"Better?" he murmured, squeezing her gently.

"Better," she repeated.

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#acotar #acosf #nessian #nesta archeron #cassian #moodymelanistwrites #tw: abuse discussion #tw: past abuse #nessian prompts #slight angst

[harrowharks-iliac-crest]

33

Sixth skull!

Your annoyance turned to suspicion when it became clear that the thalergy signature was following you—it was keeping careful pace about a hundred metres behind you, stalking your path.

Ohhh, interesting. Who could this be?

Your voice did not feel like it belonged to you when you said, “I saw your corpse.” “Well,” said Camilla Hect steadily, “don’t tell everyone, or they’ll want to see it too.”

Camilla! Camilla!!!! Eeeeeeeee!!

Time to give her a letter, Harrow!!

You looked at the cavalier of the Sixth, and you bled.

Your brain trying to make sense of the cognitive dissonance, I'm sure. You saw her die - question it, if you can.

What does the letter say?

“For service previously rendered by your House: invoke the rock that remains ever unrolled, and understand that I will both consider your life as inviolate, and aid you if I can. Thanks.” [...] “I suppose you thought you owed us,” said Camilla.

In Harrow's fake memories, Camilla and Palamedes died too quickly to be owed favours. This has got to be messing with her brain big time.

“I need to know you are real!” [...] I am a Lyctor, Hect. What hope would you have against me?” “None,” said Camilla. And then she added calmly: “Yet.”

How perfectly terrifying. I mean, I know what Camilla is capable of - Harrow needs to watch her back here.

you are dead.” “I’m really not,” she said. And, after a pause, in her dry abrupt voice: “I came to find you, Reverend Daughter.” “You have found me. Tell me for what purpose.”

How did Camilla find her? Things are getting so interesting.

You tried to recall Palamedes Sextus, and your ears renewed their liquid assault. When you hastily scanned your brain for the source, you found nothing particularly wrong, and it made you bleed more.

Nothing particularly wrong? Nothing particularly wrong??? Harrow, the evidence that your memories are false is standing RIGHT IN FRONT OF YOU!!!!!

Harrow dips into the River to find Palamedes -

“Excuse me,” you said, with sodden asperity. “Oh. Apologies,” said Palamedes Sextus. “Misread the moment. Let’s call it cabin fever. Nonagesimus, is Camilla—” “She sent me,” you said, wringing out your wet hem. “She is alive and well and living.” [...] there had never, in any case, been a letter addressed to Sextus. The previous Harrow had never bothered to think of it. You knew full well she had seen Hect and Sextus dead; why account for one’s reappearance, but not the other’s? This was a mystery you had no answer for;

At the risk of your brain bleeding out - think about it, Harrow. Please just stop avoiding this, stop taking your memories as absolute truth - you're insane in this timeline, remember? - and think.

What an impressive feat Palamedes Sextus has done here, by the way. My respect for him grows.

Sextus was saying, “The hell is—” You said, and your voice sounded strange to yourself, as though you had heard the word only in dreams and never articulated by waking tongues: “The Sleeper.”

Oh fuck.

I can’t change a thing about this space—but anyone coming to me could change the parameters, and you’ve brought something with you that’s changing them. Go.”

Something in Harrow is doing spirit magic????? is capable of bringing the Sleeper to a dead guy's river bubble??

Welp, suddenly I'm wondering if Ortus the First has anything to do with this - as the most powerful spirit magician we know. But how??? what????

You were standing in a darkened corridor, and you could not turn around: and then a brief explosion of light revealed to you that it wasn’t a corridor at all, and it had never been dark. But you were always too quick to mourn your own ignorance. You never could have guessed that he had seen me.

........

....................

.....................................

......... I'm actually in shock.

Suddenly, second-person narration turns into first, only for one single word, at the end of the chapter. Suddenly, for only a couple of sentences, the narrator isn't Harrow. And perhaps - never has been.

... (I barely dare to hope...)

...

... Gideon?????

#harrow the ninth #harrow the ninth liveblog #htn liveblog #tlt liveblog #htn spoilers #tlt spoilers #the locked tomb #PLEASE let it be gideon please please please please please....... please please

[theycallme-thejackal]

One MidgeLenny x TSwift Fic Per Day

10. Look What You Made Me Do

Warnings: Mentions of Drug Use

The old Mrs. Maisel is dead.

It took a series of harsh truths to get her to this point, and now it’s time to rise from the ashes. She’s done it before, and she can do it again. And just like before, she needs help.

The first stop is Susie Myerson and Associates.

It’s hard to eat crow, and Susie is obviously reluctant to keep dealing with Midge’s bullshit, but with a little charm and a lot of groveling, Midge gets her to agree to the new plan. No more planning.

Don’t plan. Work. Just work.

The second stop is a little harder, but not impossible. She knows he’s doing a welcome home show at the Apollo, so her second stop is Harlem. She slips through the stage door and finds her way to his dressing room, knocking softly.

“I owe you a couple of apologies,” she says when he opens the door. He looks fabulous as always if a little damp from his time on stage. “I’m sorry for the things I said on this stage. I betrayed your trust. I was so petrified of going out in front of that audience, and I unintentionally threw you under the bus to save my own ass.”

Shy’s expression remains carefully neutral but not harsh as she continues, “And I am sorry for rejecting your offer of friendship. I did it because I was so hurt, and you’re a much better person than I am. I’ve had a hard time trusting people in the last couple of years, and when you offered your friendship, I didn’t trust that I wouldn’t get burned again. Even though I’m the one who hurt you first. I know that now.

“I hope it’s not too late to take you up on that offer,” she finishes, holding out the Tupperware in her hands. “I know the food here is insanely amazing. I ate it on that stage. But...I made you a brisket. It’s a lot like pot roast but made with Jewish guilt.”

His lips quirk, and she’s forgiven with a wink and a smile.

The last stop is the hardest. Lenny Bruce is a difficult man to find if he doesn’t have a gig, and he hasn’t played anywhere since Carnegie Hall.

Fortunately Dinah can find anyone.

She stands at a door inside a run down building, a far cry from the Mayflower with its gilded lobby and blue-painted room. The door to his apartment is wooden, the paint chipped and the number four askew. She lifts her hand, twisting it until it’s straight before knocking.

The cigarette between his lips almost falls to the ground when he opens the door. “Midge.”

She takes a deep breath. “Hi, Lenny.”

They stand frozen for a moment, staring at each other before he opens the door wider, stepping aside and wordlessly inviting her inside. She steps through carefully. The inside of his apartment is simple, and she’s glad to see he keeps his apartment nearly as tidy as his hotel rooms.

“How did you find me?” He asks, the door clicking shut.

She turns to face him. “I have a list of names,” she says, skipping over the how and straight to the why.

“Nice or naughty?”

“We’re Jewish,” she reminds him.

“That explains the menorah in my closet,” he drawls, dragging from his cigarette. “So you have a list,” he prompts on the exhale.

“And you’re the last name,” she answers.

“You’ll make a guy feel special with talk like that,” he says, half joking.

“You’re last because this is the most difficult conversation I’m going to have, and it’s going to end one of two ways,” she explains, taking a shaky breath. “Option one: I leave here, go home, and cry myself to sleep.”

He nods slowly. “And what’s option two?”

Another deep breath. “I spend the next two days in bed with you.”

A slow smirk meets his lips. “An infinitely more appealing option,” he drawls as he lifts the cigarette to his lips again. “What is the determining factor?”

“There are a few,” she answers, folding her hands together in front of herself in an attempt not to fidget.

“Should we be sitting for this? Or does your corset require perching?” He teases.

“I can sit,” she answers. “But in all honesty, I may need a drink.”

“That I can do,” he replies, moving past her toward the living room. He stubs out his cigarette and pours them each a glass of whiskey, handing her one before heading for the couch. He’s wearing his suit minus the jacket and tie, and his sleeves are rolled up to his elbows, making him look comfortable but still so sexy she has to stop herself from skipping past the conversation right to option two.

Instead, she sits in the armchair. Her corset is a little tight, so she sits toward the edge of the chair. She sees him bite back a smirk as he notices. She takes a long sip of her drink and says, “I’m sorry, Lenny.”

“You’re sorry,” he repeats.

“The biggest night of your career, and instead of celebrating, I put you in a position where you had to yell at me,” she explains, and he watches her, his expression painfully neutral. “You did something very nice for me, and I fucked it up. I’m so sorry.”

Lenny nods slowly. “I understand why you did it,” he replies. “It was a stupid thing for you to do, but I get why you did it.”

She tilts her head to the side, studying him for a moment. “How do you know me so well?” She breathes. “Everything you said to me on that stage was spot on.”

His smirk is soft when he murmurs, “I pay attention.”

A sad grin meets her lips at that. “I know you do...and I pay attention to you, too. Which is why I can’t not bring up the bag.”

Lenny sighs and takes a drink from his glass. “The bag,” he repeats.

“What did I see in there?”

“I think you know,” he answers. “My arrest record isn’t limited to obscenity charges.”

Midge nods. “Is all really well?”

A mirthless chuckle passes his lips. “I like to pretend it is. Stops me from thinking too hard about it.”

“I can’t...” She swallows thickly. “Lenny, I can’t do this if you’re on drugs,” she tells him. “This thing between us...I don’t want it to be casual, and I can’t have you around my family if you’re high all the time.”

“It’s not all the time,” he tells her. “Just...more often than I should be.”

She looks down at her glass. “How often?”

“Does it matter?” He asks.

Midge sighs. “I guess not,” she answers truthfully.

"I wasn’t high that night, Midge,” he says confidently. “I need you to know that. I would never have touched you if I was high.”

She looks up then, meeting his gaze, and the intensity of it...she knows he’s telling the truth. “Are you now?” She asks.

“No,” he answers immediately. “I haven’t touched the stuff since...” She waits on bated breath. “Since before that night.”

“It’s been two weeks.”

“I wanted to have a clear head for Carnegie Hall,” Lenny explains. “And when you brought it up on stage...trust me, there was nothing I wanted more than oblivion when I got back to my room, but I knew you were right. After the worst of withdrawal subsided, I started feeling more like myself, and...there are no drugs in my apartment for the first time in...” He trails off before finishing, “A long time.”

Midge exhales in relief. “That’s good, Lenny. That’s really good.”

He nods, a soft smile on his lips. “It’s mostly selfish. I feel better. I feel sharper, but...I’d be lying if I said it wasn’t partly about you.”

Her lips part in surprise. “Me?” She breathes.

“I told you, I’ll never touch you if I’m high...and I really, really want to touch you again,” he admits, his eyes dark as he looks at her.

She bites her lip softly. “I really, really want you to touch me again, too,” she breathes, feeling a familiar ache between her thighs.

Lenny’s face breaks into a smile, and he chuckles softly. “Look what you made me do,” he says, downing the rest of his drink.

She laughs. “What did I make you do?”

He looks at her for a moment as though he’s trying to decide how to answer her question. He opts for honesty when he answers, “You made me fall in love with you.”

Her breath catches. “You...”

“Yeah,” he answers. “I’m in love with you. You don’t kick dope for a girl you simply want to bed, Midge.”

She knocks back the rest of her whiskey before standing. In a role reversal, she takes his hand and pulls him to his feet. “This would be really awkward if I wasn’t in love with you, too,” she says, allowing herself to smile for real.

Relief passes over his features. “So option two, then?” He asks, twisting their fingers together.

“Thank god,” she replies as she pulls him down into a searing kiss.

#midgelenny #midge x lenny #midgexlenny #tmmm fanfic #marvelous mrs. maisel fanfic #otp: more important than god #jackal fics #mltswift

[aprofessionalwithoutstandards]

hey. sorry to do this but i have to second what the other anon said re: your reply to the first(?) guy. you're dead right that you don't owe people complete agreement and that your blog is not their confession box. at the same time i think it's a pretty bad faith reading to interpret that ask as anon saying that trans men bottoming is gross. as far as i can see what they said is that lack of rep makes them FEEL gross. i say this with love in my heart as someone who has often fallen prey to it myself but i think you may need to check that your approach-everything-as-discourse switch is not switched on. responding to someone being vulnerable about their sexuality by nitpicking the possible political implications of their wording is not really necessary and a bit mean. anyway love you i hope you have a good day/night and enjoy your team fortress pornography

Looking back at it, I do think I was a bit harsher to that person than I should have been, especially since I have a lot of very similar feelings myself. I want you all to realize that whatever interpretation this has of my words is definitely not what I meant in any way. However, I am also under no obligation for every post I make to be perfect, and I am ESPECIALLY not well-equipped to perfectly answer something THAT personal which I was not prepared for and did not ask to receive. I think referring to what I said as me "approaching everything as discourse" is disingenuous. I don't think looking in on your feelings and asking yourself why you might have such a strong gut reaction to other trans people's expression is "discourse". I'm not saying that no one's allowed to feel that way (if you knew literally anything about me outside of this stupid comedy videogame blog, you would know I have a LOT of the same feelings myself), but I am asking people to think about how they express those feelings and try to not word them in a way that TO ME, IN THE MOMENT, sounded like it was somehow other trans people's fault or something. I'm a vers and allowing myself to feel good again about bottoming, which is actually very stigmatized for trans guys and "mascs" in general in a lot of spaces, is something that took a lot of work. Despite my best efforts, I too will have strong gut reactions to anything that posits either topping OR bottoming as like The Good Proper Trans Guy Thing To Do. If I had gotten an ask complaining about transmasc tops in the same way, I would have probably given the same response. I have feelings about this stuff too, and I don't really want these feelings to be a topic of Great Debate. Literally nowhere in my response did I tell that anon that they weren't allowed to feel the way they did, just to think about ways to word their response that doesn't accidentally put the blame on other trans people with different relationships to their bodies, which is something I am working on myself! I was too harsh and I do apologize to them, but I don't retract any of the actual content of what I said. I think if anything the issue should be viewed as "not enough transmasc top posts" and not "too many transmasc bottom posts". Everyone deserves to be "represented" and make content about what they like. I really DO hope that we get an increase in "representation" for transmasc tops, we ARE underrepresented and I talk about that on my nsfw sideblog literally all the time, I just don't think that should be done at the expense of posts about trans guy bottoms, which I understand now was probably not that anon's intention at all, but it's how I read it at the time. I am a human being and I will make mistakes sometimes. I am going to ask to please stop overanalyzing my feelings AND that random anon's feelings now. I really do not want this to be the next "discourse" or whatever on this blog

#ask #anon #mick dicks

[dream-meister-translations]

HANGZHOU NOODLES - STORY # 1

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HANGZHOU NOODLES : I think Kongsang Restaurant should focus on publicity for greater success! The most important thing is to build a splendid corridor of celebrities to publicize the history of flour-based food, and the best of the best flour-based foods is undoubtedly me, Hangzhou Noodles---

TA-A-MI : Wait, wait... The restaurant is trying to repay the debts owed to Empyrean and can barely keep its head above water. Right now, it is urgent to cut expenses rather than be extravagant...

CANDIED HAWTHORN : Master, Brothers Hangzhou Noodles and Ta-a-mi, are you having a disagreement?

TA-A-MI : No. Master told us the Chefs's Guild would rank restaurants, and we are discussing it.

HANGZHOU NOODLES : Let's not talk the talk here. Just come to Hangzhou with me to see how Kuiyuan House is doing. Then you'll see whether I'm just a braggart.

CANDIED HAWTHORN : Brother Hangzhou Noodles, so you are going to Hangzhou? Awesome~ Take me along, please!

TA-A-MI : Fine. Discussions with other chefs may produce light-bulb moments.

HANGZHOU NOODLES : Master, are you coming with us?

OPTION 1 : "Yes." HANGZHOU NOODLES : I knew you'd surely come along, since my Kuiyuan House and I are so famous. HANGZHOU NOODLES : Follow Mr. Chuan and there'll be surprises. As for what the surprises are... Well, you will find out very soon. OPTION 2 : "..." HANGZHOU NOODLES : Why don't you answer? Are you looking down on me, Hangzhou Noodles, and my Kuiyuan House? HANGZHUO NOODLES : Just... Go with us... If you don't go, the banquet and show I carefully prepared for you would--- HANGZHOU NOODLES : Eh? So it's just because you're worried the restaurant will be short-staffed while you're away? HANGZHOU NOODLES : Oh! But if you want to be a great boss like me, you should give your employees more opportunities to work to make them more experienced! Don't hesitate! Let's go!

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CUSTOMER A : Eh, Mr. Chuan? Long time no see! Have you been busy preparing for a new branch to your restaurant lately?

CUSTOMER B : Mr. Chan, I heard about the new dishes today, so I took my kid here to try them out.

HANGZHOU NOODLES : Ahem, dear folks. Since I've got some friends with me here today, I myself won't be able to serve you. As an apology, each table will be served with a side dish on the house.

CUSTOMER C : That's okay. Mr. Chuan's friends are our friends. I am Wang. Just let me know if you need my help!

HANGZHOU NOODLES : Master, why are you looking at me like that? Are you feeling stressed as a result of my popularity and fame?

HANGZHOU NOODLES : Well, spend more time with me, and you'll be famous as well.

At the gracious invitation of Hangzhou Noodles, we are here at the Corridor of Fame in Kuiyuan Restaurant. It turns out to be true that the corridor is extraordinarily long---

Photos of Hangzhou Noodles rubbing shoulders with celebrities are displayed along the walls, featuring such inscriptions as "Excellent Ingredients, "Legendary Cook of Noodles", and "Unprecedented in Southeast China". So long is the corridor that it seemingly never ends...

HANGZHOU NOODLES : Look at this wonderful work of brush calligraphy. It's from General Cai, who was so impressed by the noodles of Kuiyuan Restaurant that he wrote "Unprecedented in Southeast China" about me on the spot with a flourish.

HANGZHOU NOODLES : What does "Unprecedented in Southeast China" mean, you ask? Why, it means that the noodles of Kuiyuan House are second to none in Southeast China!

HANGZHOU NOODLES : Look at these group photos. They're all of me shaking hands with the famous Peking Opera artists Mr. Mei and Mr. Gai---

CANDIED HAWTHORN : Brother Hangzhou Noodles, why is there a big blank photo frame?

HANGZHOU NOODLES : Because~...

HANGZHOU NOODLES : I am yet to take a photo with the Master!

Having said that, Hangzhou Noodles asks a waiter nearby to help him take photos. But the naughty Candied Hawthorn volunteers to help instead.

The waiter likes this outgoing little boy so much as to give Candied Hawthorn the camera, and patiently teach him how to use it.

HANGZHOU NOODLES : Master, what's your favorite pose? Remember to choose a proper pose that befits my fame!

OPTION 1 : Shake hands. HANGZHOU NOODLES : Handshake pose typical of celebrities? Great, try it with me, Master. HANGZHOU NOODLES : No, no... It's a bad angle. My cool fringe can't be captured from this angle! This position is also bad, as I can't show off my new outfit! HANGZHOU NOODLES : Eh? Master, don't leave! We haven't finished yet! You think I'm fussy? I just--- Hangzhou Noodles is in such a hurry that he pushes me against the wall with one hand--- Coincidentally, Candied Hawthorn presses the button right at this moment. With a shutter click, a "romantic" photo is recorded in the history of Kuiyuan House! OPTION 2 : Finger heart. HANGZHOU NOODLES : Really? So it's a modern gesture of friendship? HANGZHOU NOODLES : Ahem, but your finger heart is too small... Your gesture should be like mine. No. Yours should be larger than mine. CANDIED HAWTHORN : Master, Brother Hangzhou Noodles, I am pressing the button. Three, two, one, CANDIED!!

HANGZHOU NOODLES : Already done? Give me the camera, Little Hawthorn. I'll check the photos.

HANGZHOU NOODLES : Well... Seems great! I'll print a big picture and give it pride of place on the wall.

HANGZHOU NOODLES : On the wall of my corridor of fame? No way. It would be better off in my room...

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CANDIED HAWTHORN : Brother Hangzhuo Noodles, is it mealtime yet? We've walked along the corridor for so long and seen so many pictures. Little Hawthorn is starving!

HANGZHOU NOODLES : Not. I haven't finished explainign the history, development course, and famous quotes of Hangzhou Noodles...

OPTION 1 : "Mr. Chuan, I am also hungry!" HANGZHOU NOODLES : What's the matter with you all? I'm only halfway through explaining the complete history of Hangzhou Noodles. Listen carefully... Suddenly, the stomach of Hangzhou Noodles growls in hunger--- HANGZHOU NOODLES : ... HANGZHOU NOODLES : Ahem, I'm hungry, too. So I'll pick up where I leave off after the Banquet of Flour. TA-A-MI : Banquet of Flour? Is that the legendary banquet where all the dishes are made of flour? HANGZHOU NOODLES : You're telling me! It also has luxury dining areas and spectacular shows! It really has everything! Come with me--- OPTION 2 : "Perhaps you haven't prepared the meal...?" HANGZHOU NOODLES : How, how is that even possible? You dare doubt my hospitality? HANGZHOU NOODLES : Come with me. I bet your jaws will drop once you see all the exquisite dishes, the luxury dining area, and spectacular shows.

Hangzhou Noodles leads us all to the luxury dining area.

A variety of colorful and delicious flour-based dishes fill the table in the very ornate and luxurious dining area. Beside the table is a line-up of well-dressed waiters who shout at full volume---

WAITERS : Welcome back, Mr. Chuan!!!

WAITERS : Welcome, distinguished guests of Mr. Chuan!!!!

#The Tale Of Food #ttof #ttof story #ttof script #Otome #食物语 #食物語 #食物语新马版 #ttof character story #character story #hangzhou noodles #hangzhou-noodles #ttof hangzhou noodles #hangzhou noodles character story

[bella-daonna]

HC idea: first kiss with the ROs 👀 (I need Maeve kisses STAT)

Thanks for sending this anon I love u 🥺

First Kisses 💕✨

Shae

You visit one day, and catch them outside their outpost, picking juicy, tart blackberries off a bush.

you sneak up behind them, but they seem preoccupied, jumping and scraping their hand against some of the thorns on the vine.

guiltily, full of apologies and despite their protests, you pull their hand over to look at it, noticing that there’s a bit of blood welling up

maybe I don’t have healing magics, you say, but a bit of love always helps to chase the pain away.

Shae gives a chuckle.

I’m serious! Me mam always used to kiss my scrapes better - who knows, maybe she had a little magic in ‘er too, cause I found it to help with the sting.

Shae blushes, looking away from your gaze. Well... d’ya think it still works the same here...?

A small smile plays at the corners of your mouth. Only one way to find out, don’t ya think? you lean down and give the scrape a kiss, smiling up at them. Well? Does it feel better?

Their expression goes from surprised, to bashful, to... a smile.

Aye, they say. Much better.

Keagan

You were heading to Galway, not Germany - you didn’t pack your wardrobe. You didn’t even pack a change of clothes. It was only meant to be one night-!

The master of secrets is a very perceptive man, but it does not take his skill to notice that you stick out like a sore thumb in this strange world of decadence and beauty.

Come with me, he had said. His tone was authoritative enough that it only occurs to you when he’s ushering you through a doorway that he hadn’t told you why, or where.

That second question is answered easily enough though, when you see the fabrics and muslins and mannequins and racks and racks of sumptuous clothes. A tailor.

Perhaps he just wanted company…?

That little wisp, the glowing moth that often is seen about him, flies from just above his shoulder over your head and alights upon the gilded frame of a floor length mirror.

Your eyes skim over your reflection, and you choose instead to peer at the fabrics and textures, reaching out to run your fingers over a pretty brocade, admiring the finely woven fabric.

Pretty, isn’t it?

His voice comes from just behind your ear, startling you. A rich chuckle follows when you jump.

Ah-!! Yes, yes it’s lovely.

You tuck your hair back, and look over your shoulder at him. He’s smiling at you, catlike eyes promising nothing but trouble.

It would bring out your eyes.

Before you have a chance to respond, a tailor bustles over, ignoring you completely but all smiles for him.

Master Keagan, to what do they owe the pleasure of his patronage? Might he be seeking a new robe, they have just received a shipment of quite lovely silk?

He smiles, and then nods at you. My… friend here could benefit from your expertise.

He lays his hand over yours, his thumb sweeping across the fabric, and your heart skitters. We like this.

The tailor’s gaze turns from him to you, and turns a tad colder. But of course.

When they turn back to him, their smile is warm again. Anything for him, master Keagan.

You are focused on the gentle touch of his hand on yours and the sound of your heartbeat in your ears, so you simply follow when you are led to a smaller, more cosy room off the main chamber.

The tailor gets in close, using a soft measuring tape and scribbling down your measurements, under Keagan’s watchful eye. He’s not looking in the mirror, and your back is turned, so really it can’t hurt for you to take him in, the strong line of his nose, the part of his lips, the curl of his hair and bright gold of his eyes.

His eyes, which, as the tailor fades into the background, flick up to meet yours, a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth when he catches you staring, and you redden. You don’t look away.

He steps up behind you, placing his hands on your shoulders, his thumbs brushing at your neck.

I cannot deny, I am eager to see you in garments befitting you.

You blink. I… I cannot afford this- I don’t have- do they even accept pounds here? And even they do, you do not have any to spare for frivolous luxuries.

Nonsense. You are my guest. Consider it my treat.

You can feel his breath against your neck, the warmth of his hands seem to burn through the rough linen at your shoulders, and it scatters your thoughts

Ah- but- however could I thank you-

His voice is almost a purr as he leans in closer, his eyes in the mirror taking in your flushed face, your tongue darting out to lick your lips.

Consider it a treat for myself, too. His lips press to your neck, and you shiver, leaning back against him. I like to take care of what’s mine, after all.

He presses another kiss to your neck, open mouthed and warm, and you swallow hard. Keagan-

At that moment, the tailor re-enters, a scowl overtaking their face when they see him up against you.

He straightens, and turns to talk to them, about fabrics and cuts and silhouettes, but his thumb, gently rubbing circles at your neck, tells you that he’s not done with you yet.

Aífe

You know they whisper about you. You’re common, you never seem to say the right thing, you are dazzled by the stark opulence of the seelie palace, and you feel out of place, even though the queen outfits you in gorgeous clothing, finer than you’ve ever worn.

You feel out of place, and you stick out like a sore thumb amongst these aristocrats and nobles. And they look down upon you for it, too.

Really, why should you worry? Why should you care what these people think of you? You shouldn’t care.

But still, it stings when you pick up the wrong fork, only realising it’s wrong when a titter runs through those sitting by you. When a servant delicately leans in over your shoulder to correct you. It’s kind of them, but nonetheless embarrassing. You know how these people think of you.

But… you look over, to the head of the table. Aífe is laughing, her eyes sparkling, her lips shining, her hair bouncing at her shoulders.

It’s rude to stare, but you do it anyway. You can’t help but feel entranced.

She catches you staring, and blows you a kiss. It catches you off guard, and it takes you a few moment to realise that she’s beckoning you over.

You scramble out of your chair, and perhaps you’d care about how undignified you look if it weren’t for the warmth in her eyes as she waits for you.

Darling! She reaches up and squishes your cheeks with her hands.

You beam back at her, feeling your cheeks grow warm under her palms. Hello, your majesty. I hope you’ve been enjoying the feast.

I hope that you have too, darling~

Something in the way she says it tips you off that perhaps she had noticed your hunched shoulders and downturned gaze earlier. However, those darker thoughts have been chased away by her warm smile, her soft skin on yours, and the way that her hair curls against her cheek, making you want to reach out and touch it.

She leans in, her voice lowering so only you can hear. Darling, I hope you know not to let them get to you. Jealous minds seek to destroy that which they cannot have.

You blink, not really following. They do…? But- I don’t- what do I have that they don’t…?

Aífe laughs, and tugs you down into her lap. The nobles at the table, the noise of chatter and laughter and clinking cutlery fades into the background as you blink at her, looking into her eyes, mouth turning dry.

She leans in, murmuring into your ear. Why, you have me, of course~

I have-?

You are cut off by her lips pressing against yours, and yes, they are just as soft as you had imagined.

Maeve

It has been a little heavy, the past few days. So Maeve wanted to take you somewhere fun, to cheer you (and herself) up.

She tells you with a wink and a grin to wear something you can move in.

After dinner she whisks you away, walking down side streets and alleyways, she stops outside a door.

Pushing the doorway open, light floods into the dark streets, and the sounds of people laughing, plates and tankards clattering against each other and onto wooden tables, the thumping of footsteps and, above all else, the sounds of lively music

C’mon! Maeve’s fingers curl around your elbow and tug you inside, a wave of warmth suffusing you, a welcome change from the chilly outdoors.

She gets the both of you a drink - taking longer than it should, as people you don’t recognise chat to her and smile at her and offer her a seat at their table. But eventually she gets to the bar (drinks slide across the bar for her, on the house), and back to you

Popular, aren’tcha?

Maeve laughs. The townsfolk are good people.

You chat and laugh together for a while, watching the dancing- until you feel Maeve touch your hand.

Wanna dance?

She looks so pretty in the lights, and her fingers are soft against yours. There’s nothing you’d like more.

So you take her hand and she leads you to the dance floor, pulling you close and leading you in an energetic, boisterous dance that you’re certain you are messing up but you’re having far too much fun to care.

The band picks up, and it must be nearing the end of the song, because she throws you out and then spins you back into her arms, yours catching her around the shoulders as the piece finishes on one long note.

You’re laughing, breathless, and then breathless for another reason entirely, as you see the way she’s smiling at you and leaning closer.

Your hand curves around the back of her neck as she leans in, pressing those soft lips to yours, and you can’t help but grin.

Flannán

You’re pretty sure he’s been avoiding you. The two of you have been getting closer and closer recently, but… clearly something changed.

You weren’t sure what to do. Leave it be? Confront him?

After all, you had thought, maybe, he might feel… similarly to you?

You sit at dinner, slowly chewing your food, and watching him on his throne. He is listening to a stranger (strange to you at least - who knows how well he knows them).

The interesting part is not to whom he speaks, however. No. What interests you most is the way that his gaze slides away from them, seeking someone in the crowd.

Eventually, his gaze lands on you. His cheeks colour, noticing you’re looking right back at him. But it takes a moment or two for his gaze to return to his companion.

You continue watching him, and are rewarded when his eyes come back to meet yours, and- is that a blush upon the face of the unseelie king?

…hmm. Your mind settles.

He’s been avoiding you, but you won’t allow that for much longer.

Eventually, he gets up, leaving through a corridor leading deeper into the castle. You lay down your cutlery and hurry to follow.

You follow him to quieter halls. Flannán, you call.

He stops, his broad shoulders tensing, and does not turn. …I have matters to attend to.

You’ve had rather a lot of matters to attend to recently, you reply, stepping up beside him, brushing past him to get a look at his face. You’ve been avoiding me.

He goes to deny it, but then hesitates, looking away from you, and remaining silent instead.

I was rather concerned that… I might have misjudged our last interaction. I might have asked earlier, but you’ve been making that rather difficult for me. Do I owe you an apology…?

A line appears between his eyebrows, as they furrow together. An apology? For what?

Well… You consider him, consider your words. Whether you should just say it, or continue to dance around him. Perhaps it would be more appropriate to be coy, but. You are not the most patient sort. At least when it comes to the unseelie king. And, after all, not using your words was what got him to avoid you in the first place.

It seems that I misjudged your feelings. I did not intend to make you uncomfortable with me.

Misjudged… my feelings? He looks rather taken aback. Hm. Have you mistaken him once again?

Perhaps it’s worth one more try… Cards on the table, this time. Just in case.

You reach up, your fingertips gently brushing his cheek. Flannán, the last time I was able to get you alone, I attempted to kiss you. I assumed that, since you have avoided me in the days since, my advances are unwelcome.

You pause, assessing him. Pulling your hand back, slightly. My intention was never to make you feel uncomfortable with m-

They are not unwelcome.

There’s that pretty blush once again. He doesn’t meet your gaze, but his hand comes up and brings your hand back in contact with his cheek.

Well. There’s your answer. You smile, and stroke your thumb beside the corner of his mouth, your fingers curl around the edge of his jaw, admiring as his blush darkens.

In that case, your majesty, I would be most obliged if you allowed me to finish what I started, before we were so rudely interrupted.

It’s only because you are so close that you are able to notice the corners of his lips tilting up. When he leans down, you smile and press your lips to his.

Finally.

Robin

I’m booooooooooored!

Robin is laying sprawled across the table, their head hanging off the edge closest to you, and giving you their best upside-down puppydog eyes.

You raise an eyebrow. What’cha want me to do about it huh?

Hmm... There’s a flash and they’re gone- and the fingers poking into your ribs tells you that they’re behind you. Let’s play a game!

What kinda game?

A fun one!

You take a moment to think, but then inspiration strikes. Or maybe it was just the feeling of Robin’s head appearing in your lap.

C’mon! Tell me some human game or somethin’!

...Ah. You know the perfect one. Have you ever heard of truth or dare?

Their eyes sparkle. Totally! (An obvious lie, but it’s not as if the rules require explanation.)

All right then. Truth or dare?

DARE! Obviously. Heh.

...you look around for inspiration. I... dare you... to... smear mashed potatoes on your face!

In hindsight, you have no idea why you thought Robin would even hesitate. They’d probably have done it just for fun.

My turn! I dare you to... eat the mashed potatoes! They point to their gooey, mashy cheek, and wink at you.

You roll your eyes, feeling your cheeks get a bit warm. But you can’t exactly say no to the dare now can you? You lean in, and lick their cheek. Mmm, mashy~

Robin licks you back. It makes you giggle, but then you fall silent, caught by the way the light catches the little flecks of colour in their bright amber eyes. You’re much quieter this time, when you ask again. Truth or dare?

Dare! Obviously!

You smile at them and their mashy face, and decide to be brave.

...Kiss me?

They do.

(You may also find them smearing mashed potatoes on your face, to be even, but you think it’s worth it.)

#my writing #oc #na daoine maithe #IM SORRY ANON I WROTE THREE OF THESE AND THEN FORGOT TO FINISH #these were absolutely not written in order #surprisingly Keagan’s was the hardest for me to come up with despite my being a gigantic fucking simp #ask #Keagan NDM #Shae NDM #Aife NDM #Maeve NDM #flannan ndm #Robin NDM #keagan #flannan #shae #robin #aife #maeve #words hard!! #the good people #long post #hc #this took me 2 weeks lol #mc x aife #mc x shae #mc x keagan #mc x flannan #mc x maeve #mc x Robin

[the-iceni-bitch]

okay so, first of all, i want to say I'm sorry, I didn't know you were going through shit all this time, and hurting your feelings was truly not my intention. I really mean my apology. I never meant to kill your muse either.

second, I truly meant that I love your work and your writing and that series, I wasn't trying to sugar coat anything by saying that. and I agree that writers don't owe us anything and are rather doing us a favor by sharing content for free. I've been a fan of yours ever since I found out about you, interacted with you on anon, reblogged your fics as well and I think it's only fair to do that for the time you take out to write fics for us, and I swear, hurting you was not my intention. I should've known that you might not like an ask like that. you decide what to do with your series, and how to write it. you do you ❤️

honestly, I'm surprised at the comments wishing me a shitty month ahead and people calling me a bitch, a cunt, entitled and whatnot. as long as i was supporting you and all of the other writers in the comments, and dropping lovely comments on their fics, i was a nice person. but for once when I said how i felt about a fic, I got all that hate. imo, when people create content, they need to be prepared to receive criticism along with appreciation, they both come hand in hand, they can't ask for appreciation alone. please understand, that i know the difference between criticizing and hating or bullying someone. I didn't mean to come off as hateful or rude or entitled, but I get it that you never asked for criticism, and I shouldn't have given that, especially since it wasn't constructive criticism. I'm no writer myself and I failed to provide a solution with the criticism, sorry.

and people who want a reason to hate will hate this ask as well, they'll call me names and find a problem with this as well.

thank you for everyone who wished for a shitty month for me and everyone who called me names. i hope you all have a great month ahead, and sending you all a hug 🫂

Listen, I do feel bad about how aggressive my answer to your last ask was, and for the name calling on my part, so I want to apologize for that portion of it. I do stand by the overall message I conveyed, but it could have been done in a softer way. I’m not going to apologize for all the other authors, because I did set the tone of the post, and I also don’t believe in censoring other people’s emotions, and I think the notes on the answer provide a little bit of context for how the writing community on tumblr is getting constantly bombarded by criticism they did not solicit.

The reason you didn’t know about the stuff I was going through is because I try to keep this place fun and light, and honestly when I’m having a tough time, I prefer to privately reach out to friends and mutuals to get through it rather than broadcast it to the masses. But that’s another reason why everyone should consider how something they plan on sending could come off, because so many of us don’t share all of our lives here, and you never know what someone else is going through.

I do appreciate that you love my work, and the point of my last answer wasn’t that you need to love every part of it. You are welcome to skip whatever parts of it you want to, and if something doesn’t resonate with you for whatever reason, that’s okay. But once something is posted, that’s kind of it. I’m not going to go back and make changes, so unless I have explicitly asked for criticism, it is going to come off as unwelcome, no matter the context.

And I’m going to ask you this because I am genuinely curious: what were you hoping to accomplish with your previous ask? It’s very hard for me to come up with a scenario where that wouldn’t have been poorly received, but I’m on the other side of it. So I really would like to know what the overall intention of the ask was.

Wishing you a good day, and I do appreciate you reaching out again, because you didn’t have to do that and I know it was hard with the response you got.

#natalie answers #fandom discourse #anon answered #asks are always open

[bi-leth-eisner]

ay i gotta quick ask i guess but im genuinely curious about this. can you talk about the dynamic of dimidue for a second? i wasn’t able to get dedue’s support stuff that high :( im not super good at family dynamics and stuff but i get the impression that you understand the characters really well. sorry if this is weird i just wanted ask!

hello! thank you for asking, i adore Dedue and his relationship with Dimitri so much! (sorry this took a while to answer, i got caught up in Azure Moon)

this will focus largely on their supports, with some dialogue from non-AM routes being covered, too.

in their C support, Dedue wants to be of Dimitri’s company after he was injured in some prior training. Dimitri says he’s a grown man and he’ll be fine. Dedue asks if Dimitri is dissatisfied, using “Your Highness” when he does. Dimitri doesn’t seem pleased. when they first met, Dedue used to call Dimitri by his name. Dimitri goes on to say he was much more comfortable with it than being addressed by the honorifics of a prince. he says he taught Dedue how to read and write, but not so he could be addressed properly. he brought Dedue to the academy as a friend, not as a vassal. but Dedue doesn’t see himself as Dimitri’s friend- and we see this happening even up until their A.

little tidbits like Dimitri teaching Dedue how to read and write when they were young and Dedue fretting over the bruises Dimitri gets. i think they’re cute.

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in their B, Dimitri and Dedue overhear two Kingdom soldiers wondering why Dedue is always seen by Dimitri’s side. “I’ll bet he used some dirty tricks to gain his favour. that’s how those scoundrels from Duscur operate.” Dimitri intervenes, sarcastically calling it a pleasant conversation. he angrily tells them to continue. the soldiers apologize then swiftly leave, and Dimitri makes a comment about how he fears that this is the reality of Faerghus for now. then he asks if it bothers Dedue.

“Of course not. However...”

“Let me guess. You take exception to the gossip that you used dirty tricks to obtain your position. Is that it?”

“That does perturb me. But not for my sake. I am concerned about Your Highness’s reputation.”

Dimitri says they’re not talking about his feelings, but Dedue’s. because as far as he’s concerned, those soldiers can talk nonsense until their tongues fall out. Dedue disagrees.

Dedue asks why Dimitri intervened, if not for his honour. Dimitri says it was his duty. that he saw who killed his father, and they were not of Duscur. he knew this, but was unable to prevent their massacre, or clear away the dishonour of regicide unjustly pushed on Dedue and his people. he says he will not rest until he makes up for it, because he owes Dedue, just like the spirits of those he let die.

Dedue considers Faerghus to be abhorrent (rightfully so), but Dimitri is an exception. he offered him his hand, and pulled him out of an abyss of suffering and death. Dimitri risked his life to save a foreigner he had never met. the moment he extended his hand, Dedue decided that only for him would he live the remainder of his life, and he would cast it away if his death were to Dimitri’s benefit. for that reason, he can’t consider himself Dimitri’s friend. and there are still many in the Kingdom who despise Duscur, so it would be selfish of him to stand by Dimitri’s side as an equal.

Dimitri asks if he really believes that he cares one bit about the chatter of the ignorant. Dedue apologizes for his impudence. Dimitri says he understands the intention of Dedue’s words, but they still grieve him. he then goes on to say that Dedue can continue to think if himself as Dimitri’s vassal, he clearly cannot stop him. they don’t need to be anything more or anything less. if that is what he wishes, so be it.

Dimitri thinks of them as equals, a man and another man. but Dedue thinks of himself as Dimitri’s sword, his shield. they cannot be equal in his eyes. they love each other, but in very different ways, and i think both of their loves are beautiful. it goes to show how they value each other.

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and in their A, Dedue takes note of the scars Dimitri has on his back. Dimitri says it’s fine, though they are deep they are from nine years ago. besides, he got those scars protecting Dedue! he doesn’t want them to fade. he bears them proudly. it makes him think it was worthwhile that “someone like him” survived.

“Dedue, you say that I saved you, but do you know that you also saved me that day? If I had been unable to save anyone, I would have been the sole survivor. I would have had no reason to keep living. But I saved someone—saved you. That and that alone has always been my crutch.”

man, these A supports have me using more tissues for tears than when i’m sick.

“When I stood before those soldiers and their swords that day, I was prepared to die. But then you suddenly appeared, and you shielded me.”

my fucking heart. that’s what he does for Dimitri.

“I knew then that a saviour’s hand could reach into even the deepest darkness.” this is one of the few times we see Dedue smile.

“Have you not heard a word I said? You have saved me in countless ways. Five years ago, I did nothing but await my execution within my jail cell. Was it not you that saved me?”

“That was nothing more than my duty as your vassal.”

“Listen, Dedue... Perhaps you consider me to be someone special. But I think the same of you. You are irreplaceable. Cherished. So stop saying we cannot be friends. Stop saying such awful things.”

IRREPLACEABLE. CHERISHED. he’s so important to Dimitri.

“Please...do not look at me that way. You promised me you would build a Kingdom that is proud to boast of Duscur blood.”

Dimitri promised Dedue. PROMISED.

“In this Kingdom, where there is no distinction between the people of Duscur and the people of Fódlan... Will I finally, without reservation, be able to call you my friend?”

Dedue pauses. “Will I...Dimitri?” he blushes when he does so, clearly a little embarrassed. Dimitri is surprised.

“Yes. You will call me your friend, again and again. No matter how many hardships I must endure...”

Dedue says he will do all he can to being about that world as well. because to be Dimitri’s friend is what he has always wanted.

“Is that so?” Dimitri asks. we’ll see these words again later. “I...I am glad to hear it.”

this is one of my favourite supports in the entire game, with Recollection and Regret playing and Dedue finally calling Dimitri by his name and not “His Highness.” everything we learned through this chain, all of it was amazing. it paints such a picture of closeness, the bond these two share is so much closer than knight/liege. they make me Emotional.

now, onto non-AM routes:

after the Gronder rematch in Verdant Wind, when Dimitri dies, Dedue gets a moment mourning him. he talks to Dimitri's corpse. “Your Highness! Your ambitions are my own now! I... I will bring you Edelgard’s head, I swear it!”

before your army sets out for Enbarr’s streets, Dedue appears. this happens on both Verdant Wind and Silver Snow. he’s here for his duty, not to join forces.

inside the Imperial Palace, in battle, we then see him as a green unit. he appears where enemy Grappler reinforcements would appear on the final map of AM. i think he mutters something about Edelgard’s head again. i think it was VW that had an NPC talk about Dedue after Enbarr.

in CF, if you take out Dedue before he turns into a Demonic Beast, an alternate death scene to the shittiest thing in this game: King of Delusion plays:

“Dedue... It seems I will die...before I could get revenge for everyone...”

Dedue sounds like he’s about to cry.

“My family, my friends, my home... Everything that truly mattered to me... I couldn’t...”

“You’re wrong! Because of you, I was able to live on until today. You saved me. These past nine years... I am proud to have been at your side. It was a joy I never could have hoped for. Despite all, I count myself a lucky man.”

“Is that so?” Dimitri asks. he’s smiling. as his last words, he mutters: “I see. I am glad...”

“You must be weary, Your Majesty. Please...rest in peace.”

this isn’t something that can be viewed in the event gallery, with King of Delusion being the default event. though the fact that you can avoid King of Delusion entirely warms my heart. Dimitri didn’t deserve to die that way.

#asks #dimidue #long post

[dreaminlittlenightmares]

Writing prompt: Six finally decides to apologize to Mono about the dropping you off a cliff thing. Unfortunately she's really bad with apologizing and even worse with showing her feelings. I just need a little bit of angst and lot more friendship reconfirming for these kids.

For this short, I made Six and Mono a few years older, like 12 and 13 respectfully. I hope that’s okay with you, Anon! I figured that it would take Six a few years to apologize for anything

Title: Anywhere but here Word Count: 1100 Characters: Six, Mono CW: Mild Language Use

Six stared at the two wooden doors in front of her. They were both identical in shape and design, except for the pupil in the eyes that decorated each door. On the left side, the pupil was oval shaped, stretched horizontally. On the right, the pupil was rectangular with rounded corners. Six has a choice to make, and she knew it was an important one.

"Choose!" screeched a disembodied voice.

"But, what's the difference?" Six asked. She had been in this maze of a mansion for a while now and ever door she had went through lead her to dead ends or confusing memories from her past. The only reason why she hesitated to proceed further was because these doors were different. They stood next to each other, not across, and had a noticeable detail carved in them that had to mean something.

"Choose!" the voice screeched again, more urgently than before.

Six looked between the two doors for a second, then moved to the door with the oval pupil. This one felt the right choice. But, then she looked at the door on the right and its rectangular pupil. There was something about it that compelled her to choose it instead. Six went to the left door and opened it. She fell through it, literally. Six ate the concrete floor, undignified and sloppily.

"Six?" A young boy's voice called out.

Six pushed herself off the floor with a groan. When she was back on her feet, she could have sworn she saw a ghost. It was Mono, but he looked different. He was older now, roughly the age of a teenager. His paper bag mask was long gone, but he still wore his beige trench coat that barely fit his tallness. He was beaming with happiness.

"You came back!" Mono dashed over to her and gave her a tight hug. "I knew you'd come back! What took you so long?"

"Um..." Six didn't know how to respond. The excitement in his voice made her feel uneasy. He still sounded like a kid, awe-struck with adventure and filled with optimism. That didn't make sense to her. The last time she saw her friend was three years ago when they were fleeing a collapsing tower. If this room was suppose to be a memory from the past, they should be back on that breaking bridge.

"You're not real," she muttered, "You're just a ghost. That fall should of killed you."

Six could feel all of Mono's warmth vanish. He let got of her and took a painful step back. His cheeriness was replaced with contempt. "You..." He trailed off and shook his head, then looked up at the ceiling. "Is this another trick? I hate these, you know!?"

Six glanced up at the ceiling, too. "Who are you talking to?" she asked. There was nothing above them except a never ending darkness.

"The Eyes," Mono answered, "They like to..." Mono went quiet for a second. squinted hard at his friend. "You're not suppose to be here."

"I know." Six hung her head. There was an apology bubbling up in her heart, but she didn't want to say it. She wasn't really sorry for a crime she did as a child. Mono had used up his purpose back then...and more. The feeling of guilt was there, but the mentality wasn't.

Mono crossed his arms. "Well?" he snarled, "Aren't you gonna apologize?"

"Why?" Six sneered back.

Mono turned red with anger. "You left me! You actually left me!! Why!?" When Six refused to answer, he kicked her lightly in the shins. "...bitch."

Six reacted from that word instantly. She kicked him back, harder. "Coward."

"Ow!" Mono grabbed his leg and hopped in place. "Coward? How am I a coward? I always came and saved you."

"Except when that tall guy kidnapped me, remember!?" Six shouted kicked Mono again. "You didn't help me then, you wuss! You crawled back under the bed like the big wee-wee pants that you are!"

"Ow! Stop kicking me, you hateful meanie!!" Mono kicked Six back, and the two started a kick-fight, trading insults with each blow. It kept going until the door behind them suddenly closed, causing them to stop. Mono noticed it first. "Great, now we're both stuck here."

Six turned around. "No we're not." She hobbled up to the door and twisted the door handle down. The door cracked open without problems. "See?" Six pushed the door wider and stepped aside.

Mono gawked at her. "How did you do that!?" He ran up to the door and marvel that it was actually open, for the first time since his imprisonment.

"I opened the door, Mono. It's not that hard."

"No, you don't get it!" Mono shouted hysterically, "I can't open this door. I can open every door in this place, except this one. How did YOU do it?"

Six gave him a puzzling look. "I opened the door?" She hopped outside its frame, then back inside to prove a point. "See? I can go in. I can go out. It's not hard?" Six stepped back outside and held out her hand. "Come on."

Mono was reluctant to take her hand. "You're just gonna slam the door if I try, aren't you?"

Six frowned. "I will if you're going to stay there, you wuss." She beckoned him to take her hand. When he finally did, she yanked him into her, causing them both to collide onto to the ground and and back in the previous empty room. The door with the rectangular pupil slammed shut and evaporated along side the door with the oval pupil. Six and Mono watched them go, then turned their attention to each other. Mono seized up when he realized he was laying next to Six.

"N-Now what?" Mono stammered.

"First, you get off me," Six said, pushing her friend off her arm. She hopped to her feet and dusted herself off. "Then...I don't know. Anywhere but here." She offered her hand again to help him up.

Mono took it. He looked down at his friend, now realizing their height difference and her face. She looked annoyed and relieved, almost like how she was years ago, but with a new shine in her dark eyes. Six walked off. Mono looked back at the missing doors, then followed. It felt weird following the person that trapped him in the first place. He realized that Six will never apologize for back then, but that didn't necessarily bother him. She freed him and that was something he never expected. He'll follow her until anywhere but here.

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[steves-on-a-plane]

Zero Gravity

Words: 1544 Pairing: Finn x Poe Dameron               Summary: Finn and Poe are in love with each other. Leia Knows it. Rey Knows it. Anyone who’s been in the same room as them know it. So why, has it taken so long for the two of them to admit it to each other? 

Finn stood in front of the mirror of his quarters. If he didn’t leave soon, he was going to be later for afternoon mess. Poe always worried about him when he arrived late to mess. Even if they’d just seen each other minutes before. It was as if his friend worried the ground had sucked him up and swallowed him in the ninety seconds, they’d been apart.

Friend. Finn didn’t really know why, but idea of being friends with Poe Dameron always made his stomach feel like it was doing backflips. He always assumed it was because Poe was the first real friend he’d had. Poe had given him his name. Before Poe he’d just been FN-2187. He owed a lot to Poe, including the jacket he was wearing.

The brown leather jacket, which Finn now studied himself wearing in the mirror, had been a gift when he’d first met the Resistance Pilot. It was the first piece of clothing Finn had ever owned that belonged to him. Not standard issue trooper armor or underclothes which were laundered and shared amongst the other storm troopers. Even now that he had a respectably sized wardrobe, the tattered old jacket remained his favorite garment.

“Poe gave you that jacket, didn’t he?” A voice appeared so suddenly it had Finn jumping out of his skin. He didn’t realize the door to his quarters were even open. He turned to see Rose Tico leaning casually in his doorway. He didn’t answer her question because he hadn’t exactly heard what she asked.

“He sent me to see what’s keeping you from mess.” She explained. “You know, in some systems, giving someone your jacket is a sign of romantic interest.”

“I-Wha..” Finn sputtered unable to formulate a response.

“Relax.” Rose laughed. “I was just teasing you. Are you ready to go or do you need to preen for a few minutes?”

“I’m not! Let’s go.” Finn sighed before rushing out the door.

Poe had saved them both seats at the mess hall because of course he did. He smiled when he saw Rose, but his entire face lit up the second he laid eyes on Finn. Being around Finn gave him the same feeling as zero gravity on the cockpit of his X-Wing; weightless, free. Finn never told Poe that he was talking too fast. The former Stormtrooper never chastised him for acting rashly. Instead, he’d nod along and simply ask, “How can I help?”

“Sorry.” Finn apologized, even though they weren’t even technically late yet. “I got caught up in something. Lsot track of time.” He lied.

“Yeah, looking at himself in the mirror.” Rose mumbled. Poe hadn’t heard what she said and was about to ask her to repeat herself when Captain Elav, a Twi’lek Security Officer approached their table.

“Commander Dameron, I’m sorry to interrupt your meal, but The General said you’re scheduled for overnight watch on the eastern gate this evening.” Elav asked.

“I believe I am. Did something happen for The General to reassign me?” Poe asked. Typically, his assignments came directly from Leia herself.

“No, Sir.” The Captain replied. “Luroon was meant to join you, but they were injured during weapons training this afternoon. I’m afraid we’re having trouble finding a replacement for them.”

“Weapons training? Are they alright?” Poe wanted to know.

“Nothing a day or so in the bacta won’t fix.” Elav promised.

“Well thanks for letting me know. I’ll be sure to check in on Luroon tomorrow and I’ll find someone for watch tonight.” Poe said. Captain Elav nodded before leaving the trio to their meal.

“I’ll do it.” Finn volunteered before the Twi’lek was hardly a footstep away.

“Didn’t you just come back from that weeklong mission with Rey? You couldn’t have gotten much sleep on the Falcon’s hard bunks.” Poe asked.

“I’ve slept in worse places.” Finn shrugged. “C’mon, it’ll be fun. It’s been a while since we’ve hung out.”

Poe wanted to say no.  Despite what Finn said, he had a hard time sleeping on ships. He’s told Poe before it was a problem he’d had since childhood. There was nothing compared to a soft cozy bed. Poe had been inclined to agree with him at the time. He knew his friend likely needed rest, but truth be told watch duty sucked. It sucked even more when you were stuck for eight to twelve hours with someone you didn’t know well or like.

“Okay.” Poe agreed with no further push from Finn. “Meet you at the east gate at moons up?”

“I’ll be there.” Finn agreed.

After mid-day mess Finn, Poe and Rose returned to their posts. Poe anxiously kept an eye on the time stamp near the bottom of his monitor in the command room. He’d never been excited for watch before in his entire life. Finn tried to keep himself busy helping Rey and Chewbacca with the Millennium Falcon. It seemed the ancient ship was never short on repairs that needed to be done. The Wookie and the Jedi were happy for the help, there was a very short list of beings they trusted with their ship. Finn just barely managed to make the cut.

At long last the planet’s three moons were just barely visible in the sky. Finn nearly tossed down his spanner in excitement. He did his best to maintain his composure as he informed Rey that he’d have to leave for his watch shift. She thanked him for his help and waved him off, turning her attention to the perpetually on the fritz hyperdrive.

Poe was nearly late for his shift. He’d been with Leia and some of the other high-ranking officers. They’d been in a debrief so long that the words of the presenting Mon Calamari had stopped making sense to him. He’d been just about to nod off when the alarm he’d set at his workstation sounded off. The Commander apologized to everyone and excused himself to night watch, promising to read the complimenting documents before returning to the war room the following day.

“I thought I might have to actually send a search party out for you for once.” Finn joked as Poe finally arrived, out of breath.

“I might ask Leia to knock me back down to Captain if it means I don’t have to sit through any more of those debriefs.” Poe huffed.

“I don’t know,” Finn shrugged. “Commander Dameron kind of flows better than Captain Dameron.”

“You think so?” Poe asked, leaning against the base’s exterior wall. “Alright I’ll keep it then.”

Finn studied his friend’s features. The planet’s three moons lit the sky so brightly it could compare to another planet’s daylight. Poe’s bronzed skin was practically glowing in the moonlight. He had his shirt sleeves rolled up, and his collar buttons open. Coolant in the command room must have been broken again.

“You’re from Yavin, right?” Finn asked suddenly.

“Fourth Moon of Yavin, born and raised.” Poe nodded. “You ever been?”

“Have I…no.” Finn shook his head. “I’ve heard it’s got massive jungles.”

“Yeah, sounds about right.” Poe agreed. “It’s muggy, large trees, but not as big as the ones on Keshyyyk. Why, you planning a trip?”

“No, I was just thinking about something someone said earlier.” Finn replied.

“Something someone said about home planets?” Poe pushed off the wall he’d leaning on. His lighthearted smirk changed to serious quickly. He tried to voice his concern in a delicate way. He didn’t want to offend Finn. “Is someone harassing you about not knowing your home planet? Because If they are…”

“No! No!” Finn interrupted him. “Nothing like that.” He was embarrassed to admit that he was still thinking about what Rose said earlier about gifting jackets. Finn took in a gulp of air before recounting to Poe that on some planets giving your jacket to someone is seen as a romantic advance. “So you know, I was just wondering if that was true on Yavin.”

“Oh.” Poe digested what Finn had said. He then remembered that the jacket that fit so perfectly on his best friend had once belonged to him. “Ohhhh.” Poe chose his next words carefully. “We didn’t have anything specific that I remember on Yavin 4, but you know if you’re trying to ask me out, Buddy, you could just do that. Jacket or not.”

Poe bit his lip. He’d hoped the suggestion came off as playful. If Finn wasn’t interested in him, he could easily flip it as a joke. But, well, if Finn was even remotely interested maybe that sort of line would be just the thing to tip the scales.

Finn was speechless. He’d waited so long for Poe to make the first move. Poe always made the first move. Poe made all the plans and did a lot of the talking. Maybe just this once he could be the one to act without thinking.

Finn stepped forward so suddenly, that Poe stepped back. Finn used this to his advantage. He moved even closer pinning Poe against the wall. Their hips crashed together. He thought he may have heard a moan escape Poe’s lips.

“I’m sorry, should I…” Finn pulled away, but a pair of hands were gripping his waist, pulling him close again.

“Kiss me.” Poe whispered.

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