#i like warm colors bc they always lead to warm colors

[circusclownproductions]

seeing a lot of videos that are like “I didn’t know babies couldn’t have water” so here’s an incomplete list of things you need to know before having a baby

- the obvious, they can’t have water bc milk is incredibly high in water already so excess water leads to over hydration

- babies cannot have honey until 1

- if ur breastfeeding your kid and saving excess milk, make sure you label what you pumped in the morning vs at night bc your body produces different melatonin levels throughout the day and giving your baby daytime milk at night can make them more alert and fuck up their sleep schedule

- idk why ppl keep saying this but swaddling your babies or getting them those baby straight jacket things is not abuse. It chills them out cuz it reminds them of the womb

- babies have a dandruff like buildup on their head called cradle cap, and it’s very easy to deal with and remove with just some baby shampoo, a gentle scrub brush (MADE FOR BABIES!!) and a comb. It does need to be removed tho cuz it can be very painful after a while. This can also continue to happen late into toddlerhood it’s normal

- you have to clean out the creases of your baby’s skin and hands and feet they WILL collect dust😭😭

- you cannot bathe your baby until their umbilical cord naturally falls off. Use a warm damp rag until then

- tummy time is actually very important

- your baby might have a misshapen head at first (not all the time but sometimes) this will either sort itself out or they’ll need a corrective helmet ask your doctor

- I wouldn’t recommend having your baby leave the house very much until they’re at least 6 months old, especially if they’re born near cold and flu season cuz the common cold can kill a newborn

- you’re not an awful horrible person for having postpartum depression and it’s always a million times better to let your baby cry a few minutes longer than normal while you regain your composure than to freak out and give ur kid shaken baby syndrome

- you’re not an awful horrible person for giving your baby formula milk either

- don’t put shoes on your baby it’ll compromise their toe box and balance

- babies put every single thing in their mouths

- the easiest way to burp a baby is to hold them straight up (spine straight) and hold their head a bit higher

- always support their head they barely have necks

- if your baby fights away food, fights tummy time, vomits every single time you burp them, is gaining or losing an unreasonable amount of weight at a time, wheezes after eating, or goes red after eating, chances are they’re probably allergic to the type of milk they’re eating (again ask a doctor but these are just some signs it’s not just colic)

- they will wobble a lot when learning to do things but you gotta fight the urge to help them every single time cuz they gotta learn

- they’re not always spitting out baby food cuz they don’t like it they just don’t know how to eat. Like they don’t know how to push food down they only know how to stick their tongue out so be patient

- babies craniums are broken up into three parts at first that later fuse together, this is to help make birthing easier but it results in a small EXTREMELY sensitive spot in the top of their head that has no protection. This puts their brain at a high risk. Always protect their soft spot

- read to your baby!! Get cute bright colorful sensory books with sight words and read them to your baby it makes such a huge difference in their educational growth and will help them acquire a love for reading early on. And talk to them never shut up just say whatever comes to mind all the time this will strengthen their vocabulary growth also.

- babies poop like a lot. A lot. an unreasonable amount. Bring back up clothes and more diapers than you think

- no pillows or stuffies in the crib and only use a muslin blanket unless it’s especially cold to prevent suffocation

- babies kick reflexively until they’re out of their newborn scrunch (they stay womb shaped for a while) and if your baby is crying and pushing at the swaddle try letting them flail around for a minute

- consoling your baby is not spoiling them ! They need comfort and they will learn to self soothe on their own

- singing lullabies actually works, they can recognize your voice a consistent place of comfort from the womb and the cadence of lullabies is literally engineered to create a calm headspace

- for the love of god do not get boring ass beige toys. Colors are important for their neurological development

- babies are very responsive to praise from a young age so be as supportive of them as you can

- babies get constipated a lot and you have to do like tummy massages to help ease their pain the easiest way is to lay them on their backs and hold one foot in each hand, kick their feet like bicycles, scrunch up, and then stretch their legs out

- holding them on your hip too much will not cause bow legged-ness if your baby is bow legged that was always gonna happen

- they drool so so much and you have to get bibs for them so they don’t get chest eczema

- don’t use scented products on their skin cuz their skin is sooo much thinner than ours

- when your baby first starts sitting on their own never walk away from them without setting up a nest of pillows and blankets around them. Even minor head trauma can mess them up sometimes

- this one is kinda morbid and scary but sometimes babies just die out of nowhere and it’s no one’s fault or anything it’s called sudden infantile death syndrome(SIDS) and it’s about 1.3k deaths on average per year in America so not super common but still very real. 90% of these deaths happen during the first four months however edit: apparently it’s bc of an enzyme deficiency which at the very least you can take steps to try and prevent

- smoking and drinking during pregnancy WILL affect your baby and your breast milk and also might contribute to SIDS cases

- babies sometimes have a big red mark on them somewhere called a stork bite immediately after birth but typically it goes away

- babies can’t see very well for a while after birth and they’re VERY wobbly so they’ll typically bonk their head into your chest and face a lot while trying to support themselves

- female babies might have smth similar to a period the first few days after birth, this is because of the hormone transfer that happens during the birthing process and the days leading up to it

- male babies get random erections for the first few days after birth(hormone transfer again) literally do not be weird about this it’s a baby

- things like weaning your baby onto solid foods, potty training, weaning off pacifiers etc, can actually be directed by the baby and will happen naturally will minimal guidance from the parent(some guidance is still necessary) although I would do individual research into baby led weaning for food to prevent choking

- get those chewy feeding pouches to help with weaning

- the most random things will scare the hell out of your baby don’t take it personal 😭

- baby carriers are life savers (tulas are one of my favorites)

- once babies hit toddlerhood they’re tougher than you think, and a lot of their reaction is based on YOURS. they’re always going to be looking to you for how to react to a situation. Remain calm and if they’re ok they’ll calm down but if they’re genuinely hurt they’ll keep crying

- babies will most likely get ridiculously attached to an inanimate object and you have to keep this thing intact at all costs until they’re old enough to abandon it or they will throw a FIT. I got a lemur plushie from a zoo once and every single one of the kids has bonded their soul with it until about 6 years old and once a month I have to stitch him back up

- don’t compare yourself to other parents. Maybe your kid isnt getting grass fed wild caught north Atlantic cheerios but at least they’re fed. If your kid is alive and healthy and happy you’re doing a good job

- you will need 3 car seats, an infant seat, a grow with me toddler seat, and a booster seat

- getting a good diaper bag is a MUST

- the hair a baby is born with will most likely all fall out or they’ll get a bald spot on the back of their head where they sleep cuz their hair is so fragile and thin but once it grows back it grows back thick

- get like 20 muslin blankets so you always have a backup when the main ones are covered in spit up

- the babies grip IS stronger than yours (keep your hair up and keep pets away best you can)

- your best bet for your teething baby is a pacifier you can put your finger in so you can massage their gums and some chewing toys numbing cream can be dangerous and should be used sparingly

- go ahead and come to terms with the fact you’re gonna have to use a Frida Baby to manually remove snot

- babies can get hair and thread wrapped around their toes and fingers that can cut off their circulation try to make a habit of checking

- don’t hit your kid please it’s nothing but trauma and fucked up coping mechanisms from there pls empathize with your child they’re a person too

- be careful not to pull too hard on their arms and legs(like during play or holding their hand while they walk) and NEVER pick them up by their hands this will very easily cause dislocation

- they might have a little tooth like callous on their lip from their pacifier. This does not hurt them and it will go away but it may hurt during breastfeeding

- breastfeeding will make your boobs different sizes

Yeag that’s all I can think of rn but yk i Will add as I remember stuff ppl are also adding things I forgot in the tags in case you’d like to look thru that as well <3

#🍱 #baby care #parenting #first time parents #newborn care #parenting tips #can’t think of any other exposure tags #‼️‼️‼️

[chrollohearttags]

hershey kisses • armin artlert

armin gives his special girl an orgasm like she’s never had..

content warning + themes: nipple play, p!rn without plot, nipple orgasm, queer bestie armin bc I love him sm, black fem reader, creaming, reader is ovulating, clit rubbing, squirting, ear nibbling, armin being a soft dom (and so hot), back kissing/licking, use of pretty girl, sweetheart and mama

📝: I couldn’t stop thinking about armin + him being a pleasure dom and just caring for his bestie. Like I’m sitting here melting 🥹🥹

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“Here, open your legs, baby..I promise, you’ll like it.”

“Are you sure, Armie? I don’t know about thisss..”

words emitted with a whiny laugh as you sat between the legs of your best friend. Back pressed to his chest and his leaning against your Victorian style headboard..painted in off white, cream coloring and lined with pastel pink pillows and stuffed animals. His tattoos and metal nipple piercings grazing your gorgeous skin. Honestly, he couldn’t believe that the two of you were actually here again…touching all over one another when all it did was lead to more trouble. Even so, you guys always ended up like this: hot, bothered and naked, making out and fucking after coming from a night out at the club or a long week of work. Over the past few months, since the inception of this little entanglement, you and Armin had learned a lot about each other. He had discovered that he leaned more towards being pansexual, rather than outright gay. He felt far more comfortable embracing fluidity in his sexuality and you?

“Relax, sweetheart. Have I ever led you wrong? I mean, you said it yourself that nobody makes you feel the way I can.” cooing to you with gentle kisses trailing along your neck..gentle hands grazing your bare shoulder blades as you had just left the shower..feeling refreshed and warm. Wrapped up in nothing more than a towel that he so delicately removed from your frame..he could sit there and admire you for hours without growing tired.

“You smell so good..and your skin, it’s so soft. You been using my stuff again?” Referring to the peach scented body cream he kept alongside his countless other skin care products he kept in his bathroom. But he didn’t mind. You wore it so much better than him anyways..including the shimmery butter that made your cocoa complexion glistening underneath the pale LED lighting. Besides, you could get away with anything when you smiled at him like that. “And if I was?..” retorting with a soft giggle before turning to kiss him. Your lips met a gentle peck, letting your tongues collide in a passionate barrage of kisses. As you made out, Armin slowly began to snake his arms around to your front. Those big, supple breasts cradled in his veiny hands; perfectly manicured and neat, decorated with silver rings. Suddenly, your breath would hitch in the back of your throat. Those sensitive nipples getting pinched by his fingertips and massages delicately.

“Then I guess I’ll just have to do this..”

what exactly that was? You weren’t sure yet but you’d know soon enough. The friction between your buds and his pads pressing together..rubbing slowly to create and drum up tingling sensations. In your toes, your entire body and especially that core. Dripping with only a few subtle touches so far and this was only the beginning. As your eyes began to flutter, Armin would instruct you to keep them open and strictly on them; twisting your head around whilst he played with your nipples. Tracing slow circles around the areolae before bringing those fingers back up to your quivering mouth to slick with saliva.

“There we go, pretty girl. Open up f’r me..” his higher pitched tone, one some would consider feminine rang out in your ear. He didn’t even have to look and yet he knew your body better than any man you’d ever let touch you prior. He could always sense when you were ovulating and in need of a good session. One that satisfied you mind, body and spirit. Anything to avoid some loser who didn’t deserve to be in your presence, less known getting some pussy get the best of you. Sure, he could fuck you senseless. Bend you over and make you chomp down on your plushies or a nearby pillow. Or even fold your legs up to the headboard and give you deep strokes while your vibrator went crazy but that wouldn’t do. He wanted you to experience a different type of pleasure. One that would have you addicted once you became used to the feeling. Between your trembling thighs lied that little sweet spot..quivering and spasming on nothing more than air. Cream leaking from that freshly shaved cunt as he continued to tease your most sensitive of pressure points. Nibbling on your ear, kissing on your neck and leaving soothing pecks all along your shoulder blade and back.

“Arminnnn…oh my..fuck—“

“Look at you…so cute like this. I swear, it makes me wanna keep playing with you all night.”

when he first told you that an orgasm by merely having your nipples played with was possible, you stared at him as if he were absolutely crazy. You didn’t think such a thing could ever happen and yet, here you were…about to climax and he hadn’t even so much as touched your clit yet! Gasping for air, (y/n) became undone right there in his firm grasp. Armin’s legs coiling you to keep you in place. “Shh..it’s okay, sweetheart. Just breathe with me, okay? I know it feels good and you wanna come so bad…but just hold on.” Those subtle kisses doing little to quell you but when he spoke to you so carefully and delicately, you had no choice but to listen. Faint traces of drool seeped from between your lips as he kept rubbing. Going counterclockwise, twisting in all sorts of directions before clamping down yet again. You’d try to wiggle around, even rut yourself against a nearby pillow to get off but alas, that was useless. He’d pop your leg and command you to stay still..

“No cheating…just let me get you there..” “okay, okay!..please, I just wanna come..”

and soon, your tireless groveling and pleas would pay off. Because alas, he’d let those lengthy fingers glide down your belly and to that fat little pussy, where he spread those lips apart and rubbed that little clit for just a moment. But it was abundantly clear you were far more stimulated than expected. With only a few seconds of gentle massaging, you were flooding the sheets, squirting all over his hands and the bed. So bashful of such a reaction but it was exactly what he wanted to see!

“Aww, good job, baby..you came so hard..” watching you writhe and cry out in pure bliss and ecstasy. There was no way that a little nipple rubbing garnered such a reaction but you’d never question his again! Allowing you to ride out your climatic high, Armin spun you around once more before kissing you. “That feel good, mama? Did you like that?” Questioning with that sweet yet nasally tone, cooing to you like a baby. And you nodded, still dazed with a fucked out expression. Bopping your nose, Armin placed a kiss to your forehead as you lie in his arms.

“I told you, you gotta trust me more often. I’ll do whatever it takes to please you.”

#cherry’s drabbles 🍒🌷 #aot x black reader #black fem reader #smut drabble #aot smut #armin smut #armin x black reader #arminxblackreader #armin x fem reader #armin x reader smut #armin artlert #armin imagine #snk armin #armin x you #armin arlert #armin #armin aot #armin x reader #armin arlet headcanons #armin fluff #armin x y/n #smut headcanons #smut imagine #armin arlet imagines #armin arlert x black reader #armin arlet smut #aot au #cw smut #cw spit #cw sex mention

[kaicubus]

NSFW Spencer Reid Headcanons

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warnings ✩° : smut NSFW headcanons, cursing, mentions of penetration, mentions of thigh riding, yeah.

pairing ✩° : spencer reid x fem!reader

authors note ✩° : my eyes hurt bc i got facemask in them...blinking away the tears rn.

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Spencer Reid is a busy man. He loves his work and he loves his job, but coming home to his lover and spending quality time with you is something he also really loves doing.

Spencer loves morning sex especially. It's that particular atmosphere of the sun beaming into the room through the windows, making everything a warm color, and waking up to your pleasant face after a night of just talking and cuddling that really turns him on.

Plus, it always puts him in a good mood at work.

It curves to the right, 8.3 inches, the tip is #c07c7a, long and skinny, very pretty. Lawl.

He is SO careful with you. He treats you like he doesn't want to break you, and that can be kind of awkward at times because he's trying to not move you in an uncomfortable way in just pure, pensive silence.

Spencer asks before doing anything. That means, he asks to kiss you, asks to touch you, asks to eat you out, asks when to put it in, etc. He's super big on consent but he's also just asking for your approval to do the things you both want him to do.

After care usually consists of asking and giving reassurance, right after fucking your brains out, light kisses on your head and running his fingers through or over your hair and massaging your hips (because he knows they hurt).

When he fucks you, Spencer likes to wrap his arms around you, whether that be for physical touch or to get the extra leverage to fuck you harder and deeper. When he does this, he presses his nose against your shoulder and you can feel him inhale sharply with every thrust.

He's very prone to whimpering, but he seethes and gasps more than anything.

Reid is very very nervous, very rarely he'll be outwardly flirty towards you. You're usually the one who has to initiate things.

If there's one specific thing you like to do to mess with Reid, it's riding his leg. It doesn't matter if it's his thigh or his knee, really. You usually sit yourself down on his lap when everyone else has gone home after finishing your work, which leads to a confused Spencer, leaving him just a whole lot flustered.

Back at your place, it's a completely different story when you ride his thigh. It usually starts the night off, finishing with Spencer's head thrown back and his pants drenched with cum after feeling your thighs straddle his leg and hearing you breathlessly moan nothing but his name.

"The look" is him looking up at you, even if you're sitting down, with a his eyebrows raised just enough for you to understand right away or get turned on.

He loves receiving hickeys. Paint his neck PURPLE, it's his favorite color anyways. Especially when they poke out of his shirt, just one or two, enough to get a few questions from friends, but not enough for other people to ask about it or worse, tease him about it.

Also, after sex, Spencer loves cuddling you, whispering cute things and sometimes really dirty things too with one arm under your neck and one arm over your hip, rubbing small circles with his thumb.

#kaicubus #criminal minds #criminal minds x y/n #criminal minds x reader #criminal minds preferences #spencer reid criminal minds #dr spencer reid #spencer reid #spencer reid preferences #spencer reid x reader #preferences #spencer reid headcanon #spencer reid smut #smut headcanons #dr reid

[eggluverz]

STARS FADING BUT I LINGER ON, DEAR

PAIRING. dan heng x gn!reader; dan feng x gn!reader

CONTENT WARNINGS. torture and imprisonment but nothing graphic or in detail!! 

WORD COUNT. 5,332

SUMMARY. dan heng has been having dreams about you. they started off good—like a fairytale even. but soon he’s been getting the feeling something is wrong. you’re trapped and alone and can’t escape. dan heng wonders if his dreams are telling him something. and if they are…what is there for him to do?

SOF’S NOTE. *shoves this fic in everyone’s face* LOOK AT THIS! LOOK AT MY BABY!! PLS LOVE IT AND TREASURE IT!!! CRADLE IT GENTLE IN UR HANDS!!!! okay on a more serious note ahdjkdkd thank u anon for this amazing request i absolutely adored writing this 🥺🫶 idk where all the flower symbolism and dreams came from bc ik its not the in req but yk what it spoke to me for this story so i rolled w it HDJSKD i hope y’all enjoy!! :> 

“What are all those flowers for?” you giggled, watching as Dan Feng entered the room with a cart full of peonies in tow. 

It looked a little ridiculous; the elegant and renowned Imbibitor Lunae wheeling around an absurd amount of white, pink, and red flowers. But Dan Feng never cared about pretenses when he was with you. He always felt comfortable enough to be himself, no matter how ridiculous it appeared. 

As he approached, he held a small, blooming red peony out between his fingertips. “They’re for you, naturally.”

He brushed your hair aside and gently tucked the stem of the flower behind your ear, admiring how the deep red of the flower complimented your complexion. 

“Beautiful.”

You looked down at your feet with a small chuckle before meeting his gaze again. “Thank you. You’re beautiful as well.”

“Thank you, my love,” said Dan Feng, his hand resting on your waist as he planted a kiss on your forehead. “Do you like the flowers?”

You nodded, feeling the soft petals of the flower in your hair between your fingers as you stared at the bundles of peonies in the cart he brought in. Dan Feng walked over when he saw you staring and led you to each section of colors. 

“These are pink—to show my affection for you.” He picked a flower and kissed the petals before bringing it to your mouth to reciprocate. You obliged with a giggle and he smiled and hid the scandalous flower in his sleeves. “These are white peonies, to let you know I’m always thinking of you.”

You placed your hand on his chest, feeling the careful embroidery on the silken fabrics. “You’re always on my mind, too.”

“Good,” he jested. “As I should be.”

Without warning, he brought your body flush against his chest and captured your mouth with his own, softly tugging at your lower lip. You chased after his touch to give him a kiss of your own, but he soon pulled away with a teasing grin on his face. 

You pouted. “Hey!”

“Patience, beloved,” said Dan Feng. “I still haven’t gotten to the last color.”

“Oh, my sincere apologies,” you said sarcastically, knowing he was the very reason he hadn’t finished his own speech. “Please, carry on.”

“Since you asked nicely.” He cupped your face and stroked the petals on the flower behind your ear. The sensation of his light fingers brushing against the soft flower petals tickled the skin around your ear and you felt your breath catch in your throat. “This flower is a red peony, to symbolize just how passionate I am for you.” Dan Heng stared into your eyes before he spoke. “I hope you know how much I love you, truly.”

“I know,” you said, gaze not once meeting his. Your stomach tightened and your heart started beating faster as you placed his warm hand on your chest. “I love you, Dan Feng. Every part of my being is yours.” 

“And mine, yours.”

Dan Feng took your hand in his, leading you into your bed chambers. You had never felt more loved and wanted than in this moment. But when you entered the room and looked up, the hand you were holding was no longer Dan Feng’s. 

Instead, your hand was clutching an iron bar instead of your lover’s hand, shackled in chains on your wrists and ankles. Dan Feng was gone and you were stuck in here for eternity. 

You cried out, body racking with helpless sobs. Every fiber of your being—mind, body, spirit—missed him so much. The worst part wasn’t the torture, the solitary confinement, the lack of access to basic human needs. 

No, that was nothing. 

Nothing compared to knowing you would never see Dan Feng again. 

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Dan Heng woke with a start, hair plastered to us forehead with sweat. His pillow and blanket were both strewn across the floor of the Archives and he found himself on his bed alone, a heavy pounding coming from the place where his heart should be. His heart hurt so much he wondered if it was even his. 

He squeezed his eyes shut, attempting to take a deep breath to calm himself down.

That was the third time this week Dan Heng had a dream like that. 

Before, it wasn’t terribly uncommon for him to dream about your experiences with his past reincarnation. Dan Heng thought it was strange at first— Why is he dreaming of your memories rather than Dan Feng’s? But the Archives had no answer, so he was forced to accept the fact with mild curiosity as he grew accustomed to the untraditional visions that manifested as dreams that he has been having. 

Still, the strange part wasn’t that he had dreams of you, the strange part was that recently, since the Astral Express left Luofu, Dan Heng has been getting bad dreams of you. Or, to be precise, he’s been experiencing bad memories you have gone through. 

Dan Heng thought the torture was the worst of it. As cold blades cut against your warm skin, Dan Heng felt each push. Each puncture. Each drop of blood they drew from your veins. He woke up constantly in pain, checking his own body to be sure it wasn’t happening to him. 

But he learned a new form of torture that came from the heart. The solitude and loneliness. The knowledge that the one you loved most has perished— Was forced to reincarnate and never see you again. 

The pain on his body was temporary. But Dan Heng felt the ache in your soul every minute of every day. 

He just doubted there was anything he could do to stop it. 

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“Y/N,” came a quiet voice from outside the cell. “I came to check on you again.”

You looked up from your thin futon to meet Jing Yuan’s remorseful eyes. Your living conditions have been upgraded from those you’ve experienced for decades now. No longer were you in chains— You had access to a bath, and they even offered you books and enough food to sustain you. All while confined in a cell, of course. 

Perhaps they no longer viewed you as a threat. Not that they should have ever viewed you as such in the first place. You didn’t understand why you were punished solely for being Dan Feng’s lover. You weren’t a warrior. You didn’t hold any position of power. You were a scholar and lover of books and plants. But you’re an accomplice, the Preceptors said as they mercilessly chained you up. 

If you weren’t knocked into unconsciousness moments after, you would’ve spit at their faces as they took you away. 

“Y/N…” 

You snapped out of your thoughts, dragging your gaze to the man in front of your cell. Placing your book to the side, you smiled up at Jing Yuan. “Sorry about that. I was a little out of it there.”

Jing Yuan frowned and your heart moved, feeling the depth of his sadness. “No need to apologize. Tell me, how have you been?” 

“Good, I have to say,” you said, sitting up straight on your bed. “I’m almost finished with the book you gave me last time.” 

He smiled but it didn’t quite reach his eyes. “I’m glad.”

“Is something the matter?” you asked as you stood and walked over to him, offering a hand of comfort through the iron bars. 

Jing Yuan took it, giving you a gentle squeeze before dropped your hand. The rush of human contact, despite how brief it was, coursed through you. It’s been so long since you felt the touch of another person.

“Dan Heng and his friends left the Xianzhou Luofu,” he said solemnly. 

Your eyes shut as you let your forehead press against the cool metal of your cell. A tear fell down your cheek but a smile remained on your face. “That’s… That is good. He should be free from this place. Dan Heng is happiest that way, correct?”

“That is how it seems,” Jing Yuan sighed. He held back his words for a moment, hesitant. But as he looked at you, he could not longer keep it in. “Do you still think it was the right decision to not inform Dan Heng that you are here?” 

You let out a quiet laugh, taking a seat on the floor and Jing Yuan soon followed suit. “What would he do with that information? What if he felt guilty—? That could hold him back.”

“Are you certain that is a choice for you to make?”

Sighing, you shook your head. It wasn’t your choice to make; it was Dan Heng’s. You knew that deep down inside. But what could you do when you were aware of Dan Heng’s aversion to his past—to any potential connection to Dan Feng? And thus, any connection to you? 

You felt it, you dreamed about it. Dan Heng’s hatred for his past reincarnation. You mourned for them. Both Dan Feng and Dan Heng. For the former, you knew it must be hard having no connection to your reincarnation. Was his soul no longer tethered to this world? Perhaps he felt lost, even in the afterlife. For the latter, you did not blame any resentment that came from him. You knew all too well that being judged and punished based off the actions of another person was unjust. You wouldn’t wish it upon anybody. 

And so, it made sense to you that Dan Heng wanted to accept his past for what it was, and then be free from it. You did not want to interfere with that. Especially not when he was so close to healing and making a good, happy life for himself. 

And now, after Jing Yuan told you Dan Heng and his friends finished their adventures in the Xianzhou Luofu, excited to take on the rest of the galaxies, you thought that maybe you made the right choice. You would be happy enough here, alone in this prison, if you knew your beloved was free. 

It was a decision you made yourself, for Dan Heng. 

And it was one you hoped you wouldn’t regret. 

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“Foolish! No!” Dan Heng thrashed in his sleep, wanting to reach out and shake you to your senses. He’s had terrible dream after terrible dream, but this was one he couldn’t simply let go of. 

This one seemed more recent than any of the others. That was not a dream of a distant memory from long ago— No, the Astral Express that Jing Yuan spoke of in Dan Heng’s dream had only departed Xianzhou Luofu a few days ago now. That meant you were there, locked up right under his nose, for the entirety of his stay at the Luofu. And no one told him a thing.

Dan Heng had to control his fury. He felt hurt and betrayed, despite not having a true, personal connection with you himself. He wasn’t Dan Feng and, deep down, he recognized he didn’t have a claim to your thoughts, feelings, and emotions. But the pain he felt from knowing you were there, and that maybe, just maybe, he could’ve done something to help you sooner, was something Dan Heng couldn’t shake.

He knew what he had to do.

Perhaps it was bold, impulsive, and maybe dismissive of their current plans, but he had to do it. Dan Heng took a deep breath, not waiting for the night to turn into day. He was going to ask Pom-Pom to please turn this damn train around.

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“Where are they?” 

Much to no one’s surprise, Jing Yuan seemed to know exactly what Dan Heng was talking about. What else could be important enough for Dan Heng to barge into the Seat of Divine Foresight without a word of warning? 

Jing Yuan quickly excused the meeting he was holding, biding a quick apology and saying they would reconvene shortly. Despite the newfound privacy, he still didn’t reveal anything to Dan Heng.

“Well, good afternoon to you as well, Dan Heng—”

“Stop. There’s no time for formalities right now.” Dan Heng folded his arms, hands clutched into tight fists by his sides. “Where are the Preceptors keeping them? And why the hell haven’t you done anything to help Y/N?”

With a heavy sigh, Jing Yuan took a seat in his chair, gesturing Dan Heng to sit across from him. A gesture Dan Heng pointedly ignored. He wasn’t here to sit down and take his time. He wanted to know where you were now so he could get you out of there. The torture, the poor treatment, the punishment for something you didn’t do... It wasn’t fair. He could hardly put up with it in his dreams. He wondered how it was possible for you to even be surviving all this time. 

“It may surprise to you here,” Jing Yuan stated, voice low, “but as much influence I have over Xianzhou, the Preceptors unfortunately remain untouched by that.”

Dan Heng’s grip loosened, momentarily feeling guilty for assuming Jing Yuan did not try to help you in any way. From what his dreams could see, Jing Yuan was one of the only people who frequently visited you— Which was already more than he could say for himself. 

His face hardened but he relented. “I’m sorry for suggesting such a thing.”

Jing Yuan gave him a half-smile through hooded eyes. “If you hold any recollection of Dan Feng’s time with them, I don’t blame you for having such a severe reaction. Y/N was—is…remarkable.” 

“I shouldn’t know that myself,” said Dan Heng quietly. “Yet somehow, I know you’re right.” 

He looked at the ground solemnly, suddenly frightened that he wouldn’t be able to do anything to help you after all. If the Cloud Knight General Jing Yuan couldn’t influence the Preceptors, what could he do? 

He shook the negative thoughts out of his head. Sure, Dan Heng wasn’t Jing Yuan, but he was the reincarnation of Dan Feng, the previous High Elder and Imbibitor Lunae. Dan Heng was the friend and ally of current High Elder Bailu. Dan Heng had the General backing him with a token of alliance. And Dan Heng would stop at nothing to free you from your shackles. 

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The process was more painstaking than Dan Heng had originally thought. After informing Jing Yuan of his plan to speak to Bailu, Dan Heng soon realized that conversing with her would be the easiest part.

The Dragon Lady was kind and had a good heart. She cared for other people and didn’t want to see anyone in pain. The difficult part came from feeling the lack of respect the Preceptors had for her. They treated her as more of a child than a High Elder, even withholding her title of Imbibitor Lunae until they deemed she was “of age.” But Dan Heng thought she had more sense and knowledge than all of the Preceptors combined. 

It took negotiations, possible acts of coercion that broke many Vidyadhara laws, and even the threat of Dan Heng to follow in his past life’s footsteps and destroy the seal at Scalegorge Waterscape and many more places… But Dan Heng, along with the assistance and backing of Bailu and Jing Yuan, finally got the Preceptors to agree to release you without forcing a reincarnation. 

You had suffered decades for a crime you had no hand in committing. The Preceptors were simply scared your love for Dan Feng would influence you to be a main headpiece in carrying out the rebellion against the Xianzhou Luofu—hence why those in charge had originally agreed to keep you here. But Jing Yuan was the residing general now, and with his army at his side, he was able to voice that he no longer viewed imprisonment on this land to be befitting of you as a solid conclusion. Bailu stated, as a complete bluff that anyone could have seen right through, that if you were not released immediately and given the opportunity to be reconnected with Dan Heng, she would no longer be as willing to repair any seals, should they be harmed in the future. 

Somehow, instead of all three of them getting locked up for treason or whatever Vidyadhara laws they horribly crossed, they managed to succeed in their goal of winning your freedom. The Preceptors wrote in their official records the release date of prisoner Y/N and agreed to escort one of them to your cell.

Jing Yuan and Bailu, of course, both opted for Dan Heng to be the person who sees you first. But only after making him promise they would get to see you once you settled into your new life. 

Dan Heng smiled, thanking them for their part in this operation. And when night came, he spoke his vow to you under the endless stars.

He would see you soon. And this time, he would never let anything bad happen to you again. 

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“More peonies?” you asked with a laugh, staring in awe at the field of flowers that were newly planted on the grounds of your estate. The bright colors of the petals flushed against the dark green of the leaves lined the gardens of your grand quarters. 

Dan Feng nodded, the trimmings on his sleeves detailed with the faint embroidery of petals dancing around the wind. Your heart warmed when you saw it. It was fitting for him, such a beautiful and caring soul. 

“I had them planted for you,” he said, gesturing at the arrangement around you. He smiled, his eyes glinting. “Because one cartful just wasn’t enough.” 

You shook your head as you went around the rows of peonies, touching the petals in awe of the spring bloom in the air. The smell was sweet and the wind was cool, providing the right amount of breeze to offset the heat of the sun. First, you went to the patch of white peonies, then pink, then red. Then, you noticed a shade Dan Feng hadn’t given to you before.

“Yellow peonies?” you said curiously, Dan Feng following along as you explored the gardens fit for royalty. Because, he had said before, to him, you were.

“Indeed.” He plucked one from the bush, careful not to ruin the stem of the plant itself. Slowly, he brought it up against the light in the sky. “Yellow. As radiant as the sun.” 

You stared up, shading your eyes as to not get blinded by the brightness. “It shines almost as brightly as you.” 

Dan Feng made a noise of amusement at your words. “I should be the one saying that to you.” 

“Perhaps you should speak faster,” you teased. 

You walked over to him, placing your hand in his and leading him to a field of grass. When you got to an area you liked, you sat down on the floor, gesturing for him to follow suit. Dan Feng brushed at the fabric of his clothes once before happily obliging. As you sat there, you looked over at Dan Feng and studied the look of serenity on his face. His expression was calm, his eyes were soft and the corners of his mouth tilted ever so slightly into a smile. In the hand that was not holding yours, he held the yellow peony still in hand.

“Does it symbolize anything? Like the others?” 

He nodded. “Yellow peonies are rare to come by. Only the most renowned of breeders can craft one to the perfect shade.”

At his words, you looked back at the abundant row of yellow peonies dressing your land. You wondered how much effort he went through in searching for the perfect shade to gift you.

“They’re to symbolize my wishes for you,” stated Dan Feng, toying with the edge of a petal with his thumb. “I wish to bestow upon you luck and prosperity, for the rest of your life.” 

“I think I’ve used all the luck I possibly could, finding someone like you,” you giggled, bumping your shoulder against his before leaning your head on it. Dan Feng breathed deeply, resting his head on top of yours. “And the only prosperity I wish for is to be prosperous in love. With you.” 

He laughed, a deep rumble vibrating against your body. “So, all your wishes of luck and prosperity have already come true? What need was there for me to gift you these flowers, then?”

You held your palm out, waiting for Dan Feng to place the yellow peony at its center. He gently laid it there, letting his fingers linger against your skin. 

“I’m glad you gifted me these,” you reassured him. “Now, when I walk by, they will always serve as a reminder of the radiant peony right in front of me.”

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The next morning, Dan Heng entered the dark corridor with a flower tucked into a hidden pocket of his outer garments. 

While he was nervous about how you might react to him going against your wishes that you expressed to Jing Yuan, his determination to assure your freedom was more than enough to counteract that. If Dan Heng truly wanted to be freed of his past and atone for the wrongdoings of Dan Feng, he would need to make sure no one else was being punished for his actions. 

He had helped repair the Ambrosial Arbor’s seal at Scalegeorge Waterscape, to atone for Dan Feng’s acts against the current High Elder and all of the Luofu Vidyadhara. Now, he would release you from decades of unjust punishment you suffered simply for being associated with him. 

“Y/N, you have a visitor,” one of the Preceptors said dryly, unlocking a cell. The hooded man could hardly hide the look of distaste on his face a before he rolled his eyes and walked away. “I’m sure you two must have plenty to catch up on. Leave here quickly before we change our minds.”

Dan Heng peered into the entrance, his gaze meeting your confused and alarmed face in an instant. 

You looked between Dan Heng and the open cell, not a Preceptor in sight. “Is this a test?”

He shook his head, showing you the official pardon signed by Bailu, Jing Yuan, and a representative of the Preceptors. You held the document in your hands, reading its contents and feeling the seal to believe it’s legitimacy, before giving it back to him. He felt your hands tremble as you made brief contact with his and he was overcome with the urge to comfort you. 

“This isn’t a test,” he promised, looking into your eyes in hopes you would see the truth in them. “You really are free from here.”

You let out an amused noise of disbelief, shaking your head. “Oh, Dan Heng… What did you do?”

He startled at the sound of his name coming from your lips. He was so accustomed to you only repeating Dan Feng over and over in his dreams that this felt almost refreshing. 

“Rather, what did Jing Yuan do?” you corrected, laughing quietly as you stood up from your seated position. Your robes, once beautifully crafted, were worn and tattered. But the light in your eyes never waned. “I told him not to tell you.”

“He didn’t,” said Dan Heng. He considered his statement before adding, “I suppose eventually he did confirm it, but I was the one who confronted him about it.”

You raised a curious brow. “And how, pray tell, did you know about this…situation?”

“From my dreams.”

Your eyes widened in surprise. For once, you were speechless. 

“I know it’s more normal to have dreams about your past reincarnation,” he stated, neatly folding the document in his hands before sliding it away into his pocket. “But, while I occasionally had dreams of Dan Feng’s life—bad ones normally, might I add—it’s been more common to have dreams of you.”

With a slow and shaky breath, you shut your eyes to think. “You’d had dreams of Dan Feng’s memories of me, do you mean?”

He shook his head. “No. They’re dreams of your memories. Some included your moments with Dan Feng from long ago, yes. Others were you in this prison. A recent one was of Jing Yuan visiting you and in it you said not to tell me about this.”

You chuckled helplessly. “What good did that do, after all?”

“Why didn’t you want me to know? Why didn’t you want me to help you?”

“It wasn’t that!” you protested, your eyes telling stories your words could not keep up with. You sighed. “Okay, it was.”

Dan Heng let out a sharp breath.

“However, it’s not for the reasons you might be thinking,” you corrected, arms folded over your chest. “I’ve come to accept my life being imprisoned here. It’s given me a lot of time to think and reflect. And, similar to you, I’ve occasionally had dreams of you, Dan Heng.”

He tilted his head to the side. 

“They weren’t long nor were they frequent. But what I have gathered from them, scarce as they were, is you resent Dan Feng. You don’t want any ties to your past. And you’ve accomplished so much growth and closure, finally freeing yourself from all that burdened you. What good would it be to drag you back here and make you relive this?” 

“You sound ridiculous.” 

His words were harsh and it stopped you right in your tracks. You stared at him, eyes wide as they peered into his, but he couldn’t let that stop the words of logic from coming out of his mouth. 

“You’re not a saint nor are you a martyr. You don’t have to try to be one. You’re a person, and for that you should be free in your own right. You’re a Vidyadhara, trapped and punished for actions that were not your own. I understand what you’ve been through— I’ve been there, too.” Dan Heng held his hand out to you from outside your prison cell, waiting for you to walk out and accept it. “Furthermore, you are a kind and loving soul, and you don’t deserve to spend a single moment in this place. Please, accept my help.”

Your cheeks were wet as you nodded your head. Slowly, you placed your cold, shaky hand in his. He felt your cool skin against his warm one and he enveloped your hands gently, brushing your knuckles with his thumb to share the heat in his body. 

“I’ve wanted to get out of here so badly,” you admitted through silent tears. “I hated being confined and alone. I felt helpless. Pathetic.” He watched with a heavy heart as you wiped your own tears away. Could he reach out and do it for you instead? He chastised himself. As much as he wanted to, he had no right. “But you suffered so much in your past life—in this life even. I didn’t want to cause you any more pain.”

Dan Heng shook his head. “What brings me the most pain is knowing you were suffering for so long, and I didn’t help you.”

“How could you help when you didn’t know?” you reasoned with a sad smile. “I’m sorry for making Jing Yuan promise to never let you know.”

His eyes squeezed shut as a sharp pang ran through his heart. “Please. Please promise me you won’t do something like that again. If you need me, I want to be there for you. Always.”

You gaze widened at his words before you recollected yourself. 

Dan Heng winced as he understood what he said. His mind and soul were confused. He knew he wasn’t Dan Feng, that this was the first moment he has ever had with you. But why does he feel like he’s known you forever? 

After a few moments of silence, as if you were giving him time to amend what he said, you finally spoke. “Okay. I promise.” 

He felt every muscle in his body relax at those words. He knew the promise you spoke was true to your heart. Dan Heng believed it with all his being and he let that console him. 

“Thank you,” he breathed. 

With one of your hands still in his, he slowly led you out of the corridor and up the stairs, away from your cold and dark prison. 

“What are you going to do now that you’re free?” Dan Heng asked, hating himself for hoping your future plans would somehow include keeping in touch with him. “Will you…stay on the Luofu?”

Your body tensed as a shiver went down your spine. You shook your head fervently as your expression twisted into one of grief. Dan Heng’s heart stirred at the sight. He knew that feeling all too well, and it pained him knowing you had similar conflicts to go through. “No, that’s the last thing I want to do. I won’t stay here. At least not now.”

“I understand.” 

You gave him a weak, but hopeful smile as he squeezed your hand softly. 

“And you?” you wondered, looking at him with thoughtful and eyes as you awaited his response. 

“I’m going to the Astral Express to continue on with our adventures,” he said with his lips upturned. “It’s a great place to call home, especially when you’ve lost the only place you had once called home.” He stared at you for a moment. “If you would like to join us—join me—I think you would very much enjoy it.” 

You teared up at his offer. “Can you really just invite people like that?”

Dan Heng briefly thought of the girl they picked us as an icicle and the boy who they found with no knowledge of the past. He considered your situation. “Yes, we really can.” 

The sunlight from outside finally started shining through the walkway, signaling that you were almost out as a freed person. 

“Also,” he said, before he could forget, “I, myself, would want you to come join our crew, even if it’s only for a little while. You can stay for as long as you want, and leave whenever you want as well.”

Your ears perked up at that. “I like the sound of that. If the Astral Express will have me, then I would love to join.” 

Dan Heng smiled as he patted the top of your head. Your body relaxed at his touch as you leaned into him, and he continued to hold onto you as you approached the exit. “No one will threaten your freedom ever again. That is my oath to you.”

You started at him, brows furrowed in determination. “And I vow the same to you. These new beginnings will bring only freedom and prosperity.”

At that word, Dan Heng suddenly remembered the small gift he brought for you. He blushed as he felt the soft petals of the peony in his large pocket. 

“I have something for you,” he said, slowly stopping in his tracks. He turned towards you and you followed suit, tilting your head to the side in question. “It’s nothing big. But it’s a token. A reminder.” 

He held out the peony in one hand, watching as your eyes lit up at the sight of it. Your mouth widened as you let out a noise of laughter, accepting his gift and holding it close to your chest. 

“Thank you, Dan Heng,” you said, tears of happiness filling your eyes. “I love it.”

It wasn’t yellow— He wasn’t the bright and radiant Dan Feng you knew and loved. It wasn’t red or pink, even. While he felt traces of love and attraction for you from his past memories, he knew in his heart that wasn’t really him developing those feelings for you. 

Instead, it was a white peony. 

You were always in his thoughts. It was both a blank slate, and a gentle reminder. He would never forget you, and as he got to experience life with you, who knew what dashes of color would be mixed in next with this pearly white. 

#honkai star rail x reader #dan heng x reader #dan feng x reader #hsr x reader #hsr #honkai star rail #dan heng #dan feng #hsr fanfiction #hsr imagines #dan heng imagines #dan heng x you #dan heng x y/n #hsr x y/n #hsr x you

[siempre-bucky]

Silk

Jake "Hangman" Seresin x Fem!Reader

Summary: Jakes comes to your door after a night of drinking, his brain goes haywire after seeing you in a silk nightgown.

wc: 1.7k

a/n: i love old silk nightgowns and i wanted to create something soft and delicate bc soft!jake just does it for me...enjoy!!

You turned off the last light in your little housing unit, kicking aside bubble wrap from the few boxes you’d brought with you to Top Gun. You hummed to the tune of the romantic oldies music playing from your record player, softly swaying side to side as you grabbed the decorative bottle that was on your bar cart. Your long silk nightgown flowed as your rotating fan hit the cream-colored material. 

A drink in one hand, your midnight snack in the other, you made your way to the dark hallway with your bedroom light being your only guide. There was a gruff tap on the door, the knocker dragging their knuckles down the door. You stilled at the knocking, it was almost eerie. Placing your items on the side table you grabbed your matching silk robe off the arm of the couch. 

The knocking happened three more times as your bare feet padded along the cold wood flooring, your hands nervously fiddling with the tie. You took in a cautious deep breath before peaking into the peephole. It wasn’t a man dressed in black with a ribbed ski mask over his face or the little old man from down the street. It was Jake. 

You opened the door and his slumped figure stood up straight, the vertebrae of his spine cracking with each inch he rose. “Jake,” you breathed out, looking out at the dark street. There wasn’t a car in sight, then you caught a whiff of the pungent smell of beer. “You’ve been drinking,” you noted out loud, “how’d you get here?” 

“Phoenix,” he slurred, trying to hold himself up. 

“She didn’t take you home?” 

“You were closer.” Your eyebrows lowered at his softly spoken words. It made sense, God only knows if Hangman would be able to get himself into bed after that much to drink. 

His green eyes looked you up and down, the beautiful silk glowed in your porch light. Heat rose to his already warm cheeks, and a peony pink dusted his cheekbones. Have you always worn things like that? Was he interrupting a romantic evening with a stranger just beyond the front door. It was a good five seconds of both of your brains trying to come up with solutions to their unspoken questions. His mind only put you into focus, your soft features, and that dress. Jake’s green eyes were the first to break eye contact, his chin dipped and his eyes shifted to the delicate lace around the hem that hit just above your ankle. He didn’t dare to look back up, following the high slit up your thigh. “Come inside,” you told him, standing to the side and allowing him in. 

The blond entered the house, his blurry eyes not seeing the small step and instantly making him crash into you. His hand found the small of your back while your hands gripped his black t-shirt to prevent yourself from falling over. “S-sorry,” he stuttered. Your eyes didn’t leave his face, he’d never been this close before. Well, not in a way that wasn’t the two of you getting in each other's faces in the heat of an argument after training or missions. The different shades of green in his eyes seemed impossible to count. 

Jake felt the palm of his hand begin to tingle as he held you up. His fingers grazed your back, the soft material combined with his mildly calloused hand felt—right. How many men have gotten to touch you wearing this? He thought as he stopped his movement. “S’alright,” you responded through a bated breath. You shifted around, draping his arm over your shoulder and leading him over to the couch. There was a small problem with the little government-issued loveseat. Your eyes swiveled from Jake’s tall frame to the blue couch—there was no way Seresin was fitting on that. “You can take the bed,” you whispered, turning towards the hallway. 

The two of you walked in silence. It was odd how it wasn’t an awkward silence; Jake was plastered and you were well, dressed like that. Jake did his best to walk by himself, every so often he’d crash into you. His bodyweight made you grunt, your hand placed on his stomach to help brace him. 

He stumbled into your room, reluctantly freeing himself and stumbling to the foot of your bed. He plopped down and rested his hands on his knees, a soft groan escaping his lips. You stood against the doorway just observing how slowly he moved and how all of his muscles tensed. 

He looked up at you once more to take it all in. His foggy brain was trying to string along coherent sentences, his eyebrows lowered as he stared. In return, you folded your arms over your chest, trumpet sleeves of your robe falling in front of you. “Do ya always wear that to bed?” he asked, his thick accent perking your ears. 

You bashfully looked down at the floor. “When I’m home I do—reminds me that I’m still a girl,” you said, a small smile forming as you looked up at him through your lashes. 

Jake’s face fell. It was easy to get lost in a sea of green flight suits and khaki uniforms in their profession. He’d seen you in formal dresses and casual sundresses when you went out with the team, this was much more, delicate—feminine. Turned his brain to a pool of pink heart shaped goo. He recalled a ball just after graduating from flight school, you and Phoenix for one of the first times got to dress up. “Sometimes it’s easy to forget y’all are still girls under those flight suits and helmets,” he teased. You got in his face that evening, telling him you could outfly him in heels. He fell in love with you that night. 

“I shouldn't have said that to you that night,” he admitted, sitting up a little straighter. 

“I didn’t take it personally,” you assured him. You held your tongue between your teeth, preventing yourself from saying that you did all this for your benefit, and not a mans, but you’d be more than happy for him to take it off of you. You bit down harder when you recalled the fantasies you’d fall asleep to time and time again of him, with his hand running up your thigh, pushing the silk closer to your waist—

“Still…” he managed, cutting off your thoughts. 

There was a long pause, the trumpet from the record player in the other room provided distant background noise. He stood as the music swelled, a whole band joining in as he sauntered to you. Every step he took was careful as if he was afraid to startle you. “Widow,” he spoke, the mention of your callsign making your chin rise to meet his longing stare. “Y/N.” Your name on his tongue was what did you in. 

“Y-yes,” you breathed. 

“You’re—” he paused again. You managed to look at the small movements his captivating face made: hesitant, searching. “Pretty.” 

Pretty. 

Jake Seresin was a man that had a way with words when it came to seduction. After a drink and a prospective date located, he turned into a thesaurus in an effort to woo her. Yet here he was, drunk and calling you pretty. The word still had its effect on your soul; a family of butterflies aggressively swarmed your stomach, your heart skipped a beat and sent a wave of warmth through you while your ears and brain worked together, committing the way he called you that to memory. He wasn’t trying to pick you up and take you home—he was just being honest. 

You smiled. 

“It’s the nightgown,” you justify, slinking away from him. 

Jake caught your wrist, gently pulling you back towards him. “You’re always pretty,” he told you. 

“You say that to all the girls,” you chuckle, suddenly slipping into the same old banter. 

The pilot released your hand and saw how your robe was coming undone from your movement. He shook his head and looked at you for approval. Your lips parted but you managed to nod shyly. His strong hands pushed aside your robe and a breath hitched in his throat as it fell off your shoulders. The cream spaghetti straps of your nightgown barely clung to your shoulders. A fuse blew in his brain as he looked at your chest, barely covered by delicate lace and dotted with pearls. “No,” he spoke, putting his hands on your waist. “Just you. It’s always been you.” 

“I-I don't live closer to the bar,” you said, suddenly recalling his excuse from earlier. 

“I know,” he said, pressing his lips against yours. 

He kissed as flawlessly as he looked. His lips were soft and tasted of faint cherry Chapstick, they glided along yours like they were meant to be there. Perhaps they were. You drop your hands, your robe pooling around you before you wrap your hands around his strong neck. 

Lips gently smacked as he deepened the kiss, guiding you back to the foot of the bed. You removed your hands as he sat down, you hiked up your gown and straddled him, sitting back on your knees. Jake gently held the sides of your face while he kissed you, his teeth dragging along your lower lip. You dipped your hands under his shirt, rock hard abs ridden with nerve induced goosebumps. 

Jake pulled back and took your hands, bringing them up to his gaze. “I’m still drunk,” he said softly, pressing a tender kiss to each of your palms, his green eyes never leaving your peaceful face. You nodded in response and let your tongue swipe your lips, tasting the remains of his kiss. Ever the gentleman. 

“Will I still look pretty in my flight suit tomorrow?” you questioned him as you traced his features with your fingertips while his fingers traced the lace on your back. 

Jake chuckled, “No one can fill out that shapeless uniform like you can, darlin’, no one in the world can look as pretty as you. No matter what you wear.” 

Leaning forward, you gently lowered him on the bed, your arm extending to turn off the light. The last thing Jake saw was you hovering over him, your nose scrunching as you smiled approvingly. He rolled you over, placing loving kisses on your jawline leaving a trail of complements in his lips wake.

#jake seresin #jake seresin x reader #jake seresin x you #jake seresin x fem!reader #hangman x reader #hangman x fem!reader #jake seresin imagine #jake seresin fanfic #hangman imagine #hangman fanfic #jake seresin fluff #top gun #top gun maverick

[thesonderr]

ginger roach headcannons bc i saw a post abt it and drew it -honestly i feel like he'd be either strawberry blonde or hardcore salem witch trials ginger with no inbetween. -didn't know that you had to treat red hair well (fucker used a 3-1 for the first 16 years of his life) -adding on to that, when he realized that most of the time, gingers have curly hair with some good ass volume, he just thought his hair was different because it was usually flat and straight, having decent curls maybe once in a blue moon. -hated being redheaded growing up, it was always the first thing people noticed about him -when he was in elementary school, a teacher came up to him and told him that she wished she had his hair, and that a lot of people would pay good money to get his hair color + he was weirded out for the rest of the day because he thought she was going to take his hair -his hair randomly started thinning when he was 16, and he looked like he had a bald spot on the back of his head (it was a mix of a cowlick, thin hair, and super light skin) + which led him to look up why he was balding, which lead to him learning how to actually treat his hair like more than a rat carcass!! -gang did not catch a BREAK during basic. "red" "leprechaun" "ginger" "ginger pig" +he debated going bald for at least three months straight -once the 141 warmed up to him/vice versa, he and soap talked about his heritage. that convo led to roach realizing that he was majorly Scottish (still patriotic to his homeland CUNTry america) - ghost loves roach's hair. loves running his fingers through it, loves when the man lets him wash it, loves how it looks in the sun, he loves roach's hair. so does soap, but it's nowhere near as interesting to the man due to his mother's side of the family being a majority ginger. -once roach enlisted, he stopped caring for his hair as much due to limited time in the showers, and a billion other things to worry about. once he settled in to the 141, soap helped him get back into his routine because roach's hair had begun thinning again. -idk why but i feel like its hard for roach to grow facial hair. like. at all. he's a peach. -his babyhairs are extra curly. that's the end of my rant. thank you for reading. blargjh.

#gary roach sanderson #ghostroach #for like one hc #soaproach #but also for one hc #ginger roach #ginger #sonderthoughts #codmw #i love them

[gabigabigabby]

burning wheel | m. ødegaard

martin ødegaard x haaland!reader

ft. erling haaland

synopsis: martin invites you and erling to arsenal's brand new training compound

a/n: this is a weird ass dream. but martin and erling were in it so it's not so bad

warnings/content: erling probably receiving second-degree burns idk, cocky!martin bc i love writing him, and cocky!erling too ig, dialogue in norwegian, not proofread, lmk if i missed out anything! 🫶🏽

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the initial offer was to have you and erling walk around the arsenal's brand new training facility. martin did mention that this time, the facility is not like any other facility you have visited. he was definitely talking about the etihad campus, which you spend most of your time in because of erling.

there is a goddamn go-karting track here! martin's text to you read.

this child, you thought to yourself the minute you read his text. martin had asked you to invite erling as well, so you texted him your plans for the afternoon. erling replied with a nonchalant i'm down before you send him the address of the brand new arsenal training facility.

upon arrival, martin had excitedly began waiting for you at the front doors. you come driving in first, erling pulling into the wide — and empty — parking lot minutes after.

"tell me about this karting track you have." erling's voices booms through your eardrums, martin glaring at his adamant nature.

"it's down this way," martin begins leading you and your brother down a ramp before turning a left corner. "this has got to be the biggest karting track i've driven at."

to you, it seemed like a standard sized karting track, almost as big as the paul ricard circuit, located just outside of monaco — but you kept quiet. "choose your karts, guys, let's go on a drive before dinner." martin decides as he grabs a helmet before hopping in a red kart.

"which color kart you want?" erling asks, grabbing a helmet for you, then himself. you point at and walk towards the orange one as he settles himself in a blue one. before you could even warm up the brakes and engine of your kart, martin, followed by erling, had already zoomed forward and proceeding into the circuit.

you'd learned to always warm your brakes and the engine before driving — too much formula 1, you think to yourself. once you assume the engine right under your seat had warmed, you push the clutch as the kart begins to accelerate slowly. as you do so, you test the brakes. once the brakes were warmed up to your liking, you proceed into the circuit, hoping the two other norwegians haven't driven far.

you drive the course, secretly wishing it was bigger than you'd expected. not that it wasn't a difficult course — the obstacles were so-so — but it could've been better. arsenal have so much money and can only come up with this? you'd thought. you continue driving, slowly picking up the pace bit by bit, before you finally are on erling's tail.

"took you long enough, lillesøster!" erling cries ahead of you. [baby sister]

"irriterende." you glare, pushing on the clutch harder than before, which allowed you to drop erling's jaw as he eats your dust this time. this time, you are right on martin's tail, and lucky for you, martin has no idea you are now right behind him. [annoying]

soon enough, you'd gained enough momentum to be wheel-to-wheel with martin's kart. your sudden ascent to be by his side took him by surprise which made him swerve left and right. lucky for you, you had managed to drive ahead before he did so. from all the formula 1 you've watched, going wheel-to-wheel isn't going to be good for either you or martin.

unbeknownst to you, erling had found a shortcut that will put him right in front of you and martin. your jaw was on the floor when you saw him make the turn on the outside, taking his place before you. erling had begun to feel sorry for you, so he didn't bother to cross the line. though martin had passed the checkered flag, he still sped down the straight, when you and erling — who maintained his pace ahead of you because like it or not, he wasn't going to win this war — had already started to press on the brake.

erling still finished before you, as you notice his kart start to catch fire from the drag. you jump off your kart, running over to your brother and pulling him away from the remains of the kart.

"er du ok, bror?" your worried tone smoothly slides into his ears, his eyes finding yours. [are you okay, brother?]

"ja, helt fint, takk," erling brushes off his shoulders of the track debris. "hvor er den lille gutteleken din?" [yeah, just fine, thanks. where's your tiny boy toy?]

from your peripheral vision, you see a kart slowly drive backward as if it was in the process of parking, coming closer to you and erling. you head gestures towards the kart, answering erling's question.

"there's a podium there," martin begins as you approach him. "you know, if you want to live your kimi räikkönen dream."

"ayrton senna, thank you very much." you correct him.

"sounds about right, since he rarely finished first." martin teases, knowing you'd get defensive about it so he runs up the podium steps before you could react.

you step on the number three podium, erling taking p2 and martin taking p1. somehow, erling managed to get his kart on the podium next to him. you shrug, realising your brother is a literal viking, and if he could haul a grown bernardo with just one arm as easily as holding a newborn, what is a kart to him?

martin began waving to an invisible crowd. "who do you think you are, mati, seriously?" you scoff.

"max verstappen, of course," martin replies matter-of-factly. "you are lando norris," his finger wags at erling on the second podium on his right, then you on his left. "and you are sir lewis hamilton."

you were about to protest, but then you shrug it off. you'd die to be sir lewis hamilton, even just for a day. as you drift off into your world of imagination, you hear sparks begin to erupt on your right. erling's kart was slowly sparking. just as you thought you heard. a spark finally shoots into erling's waist, which shot him down.

huh. you never thought a little spark could bring down big mighty erling. you had to find martin's eyes, is he seeing the same thing? he is and he did.

unclasping your helmet, you turn to your brother with your hand reached out before him. his ego didn't let him ignore it this time as it usually does. erling shoves his hand out to you for a congratulatory shake. "good game, min bror." you grin, taking his hand. [my brother]

"du også, gutt," erling raises his head, glaring confidently at you through his eyelashes. "now let's go to dinner and forget that ever happened." [you too, kid]

#martin ødegaard #martin odegaard #martin ødegaard x reader #martin odegaard x reader #mø8 #mo8 #arsenal #arsenal fc #football x reader #football x you #football x y/n #erling haaland #erling haaland x reader #man city #manchester city #mci #mcfc #football

[wrathofrats]

Adding onto me and @divine-misfortunes delta lore bc we had a conversation that led to this fic and the entire thing destroyed me so I hope it destroys everyone else too

To understand this fic please see this and this, this fic acts as somewhat of a third installment. I’m so proud of this one honestly I’m loving this little series

Pebble visits delta after Terzo dies, omega confronts him afterwards.

Wc: 2k

Rating: teen

Warnings for: hurt no comfort, light descriptions of bodily damage/harm, major character death, implied upcoming character death, complex morality (no one is in the wrong or right), its angst yall and its sad.

Pebble twirls the key in his hands before putting it in the lock. He debates the entire time. Argues with himself through every click of the pins if he should be visiting delta again. He does this everytime, mulls the situation over in his mind until the idea feels like it’s been pureed into mush. Ultimately as the door handle turns, pebble always decides he has to.

Terzo died a couple months ago. Murdered in cold blood while the ghouls were left to fend for themselves as the church scrambled. None of them handled it well, the worst of it leading to pebble barely leaving him room for a month, let alone to make the visit to see delta.

Part of him hopes there won’t be anything there when he opens the door. Hopes that delta succumbed and his suffering is over for his own sake. He was locked in this room ages ago after an attack. Pebble tries not to blame delta for it, his own mind and body are trying to kill him, honestly he doesn’t think he knew any better. But it was for everyone’s safety, they didn’t want to risk it happening again. The other selfish half of him hopes for the worst so he won’t have to hear delta talk about their beloved papa.

Terzo used to make the visit with pebble. Deltas blind and unwavering obedience made Terzo happy, if not feeling ever guilty about what happened to him. He partially blames himself, thought delta has always insisted he shouldn’t.

Their eyes never meet. Terzo can’t stand to see the deathly color of his irises. The visits only last a couple minutes simply to make delta happy even if they end up making the other two wildly uncomfortable. Pebble winces whenever delta asks if he’s allowed to be let out yet, if omega found a solution. He doesn’t notice both of them sharing a knowing look, a solemn expression on their faces.

The sight of delta gets worse as time passes. The color in his eyes eternally fading into a soulless black, parts of his skin unnaturally stretched to cover the bone that juts out, pebble sometimes wonders if it’s even painful to him anymore. If the quintessence that shreds his humanity affects his ability to feel it eat at him or if it’s taken even that away from him also.

“You came back” delta beams, standing from his desk to greet pebble.

A small lamp illuminates the room in a warm yellow hue. It’s the only light he’s given besides the overhead fluorescent bulb that had been wired into the ceiling. There’s no windows for natural sunlight, only bright blinding white like he’s on some kind of display, or the old lamp pebble brought him. Dust particles float through the dingy light, pebble wonders the last time anything has been properly cleaned up there.

“Yeah, sorry, been hectic around the abbey” pebble mumbles into deltas shoulder.

“I thought you had gone and forgotten about me”

It’s a dry attempt at humor but the guilt makes pebbles stomach churn. He knows he hasn’t been back in a while, weeks, a month or more at most.

Pebble doesn’t mean to be away for so long. The weight of being the only ghoul who acts like delta is even still alive is almost too heavy to bear for him sometimes. He doesn’t think he’s even heard Delta's name spoken in months. The rest of the ghouls think he’s dangerous, or too far gone that he’s not worth the time. The burden to make up that energy falls onto pebble, eating him alive.

It’s always long stretches of weeks where he can’t bear to see him, or times where he should probably just bring a pillow and blanket up there since he practically lives in the room.

Neither feel good

“I could never forget about you sea glass” pebble finally says, stepping away from the embrace.

“Sea glass?” Delta gives him a confused look that makes pebbles chest ache.

“Yeah, just a nickname, do you like it?”

He really shouldn’t have expected him to remember, the small shred of hope that delta even remembered that pebble hasn’t seen him in a while soon fizzled out at the reality that delta doesn’t remember most things anymore.

“Its nice” he smiles. “Has papa fallen ill? He hasn’t come to see me in a while”

The question is innocent but it puts daggers in pebbles chest. It makes him feel sick to his stomach. He could avoid the question entirely and hope by the time the topic is changed he will have already forgotten about the passing thought, but he knows that delta will always come back to this question, even if he can avoid it for the time being.

He never told delta what happened. It would absolutely break the last bit of him that’s still in there and he doesn’t know if he can lose what he has left of his friend.

“He did a little bit ago, maybe you just forgot again” pebble mumbles to avoid the situation entirely. It’s always the debate to tell him old stories as if they happened yesterday, and praying he loses himself enough that Terzo would never come up again. He’s honestly not sure he will even remember if he decided to tell him. Doesn’t think either of them deserve the pain to speak of it. It’s not worth it if it will only be temporary.

It’s late when he returns to the ghoul wings. He walks alone in the dark and carries his jacket despite the cold. A static numb feeling from seeing his friend still in his decaying state combated by the wind that feels like needles poking into his skin.

The common room is warm and still lit when he walks in, the smell of artificial cheese making him cringe from his stomach still not being settled.

Omega stands to steer pebble into the kitchen before he can make a beeline for his room. A look of tired worry lighting up a bit when he sees pebble walk in after the long night. It’s bitter sweet, they may not be on good terms but omega still cares about him.

Pebble doesn’t want to admit that he’s starving when omega sets the bowl of Mac and cheese in front of him. Clearly not left from the dinner he missed, no, omega made it afterwards knowing pebble would be back and the steam coming from it only makes a knot form in his throat.

“Why do you keep doing this to yourself?” omega asks, sitting across from him.

He doesn’t know where to begin with that answer

His instinctual reaction is to get angry, shove the bowl away and spit something along the lines of “well no one else will fucking do anything for him” but the longer he sits with the bitter words they just die, too exhausted to want to fight like he usually would in this situation.

He doesn’t want to blame his mates for not putting themselves through what he does. The horrific scenario of watching your friend be ripped apart at the seams, slowly dying in front of you isn’t something he would wish on anyone. Another part of him just desperately wants someone else to care. Pebble doesn't like to think about it too much because the internal debate gnaws at his heart and makes him resent more than he wants to.

After more than a couple seconds pebble realizes he hasn’t answered omega who is staring at him concerned, and honestly he doesn’t know if he can choke out an excuse without tears.

“Pebble.. I’m worried about you”

“I don’t need to be worried about” pebble bites back, voice pitching as he wrinkles his nose in an attempt to stave off his crying.

“You can’t keep doing this to yourself” omega reasons. He sounds soft, as if trying to soothe the ghoul on the brink of a breakdown in front of him. Hoping the words will bring him back down.

“What else am I supposed to do? Leave him like the rest of you?!” Pebble nearly wails.

Omega expected that kind of answer. Pebbles said it to him more times than he can count. Blaming him for leaving delta and not helping him even after he’s insisted there’s nothing he can do beyond what he has, or blaming him for not visiting even though it makes him sick. He can never come up with an excuse that sounds reasonable to his conscience, no matter how much the words carve into him.

He also blames himself, and maybe a sick part of him just wants to hear pebble berate him to quell the ache in his bones that he’s done something terribly wrong, to hear it from someone else so it’s not just an absent thought he can ignore.

Honestly maybe that’s why he stayed up. He loves pebble, would do anything for the younger ghoul but a part of him feels like he needs to care for pebble to make up for the way everyone abandoned delta. He wants to prove himself, wants the acknowledgement from the ghoul that hates him most that he’s not actually evil.

Omega tries to respond rationally, all things considered.

“He’s not well pebble, what if he did something to you?”

“After what happened he’s not the one i'm worried about omega.” Pebble grits. Fork abandoned on the table, eyes low to dissipate the tears.

Some sick selfish part of pebble latches onto the thought. He almost wishes delta would hurt him so he would have an excuse to stop seeing him without the guilt eating him alive. A motif in his brain of hoping for the worst of his friend partially to end deltas suffering, partially to end his own.

Omega thinks the same in his own awful corner of his mind. Just one incident to prove he’s not a monster and that no one goes up there for a reason. For delta to hurt pebble enough to scare him and have him running back to ask omega to heal him and admit he was wrong.

It’s mostly to help his own guilt, and he knows that.

The words feel like a sticky residue in his mouth as omega tries to conjure a response.

“I didn’t do it pebble. You know that.” He focuses his gaze down, as if even he doesn’t believe the words he’s saying. He didn’t do it, he’s right about that. But it’s hard to not convince himself there was something he could’ve done.

“You dont do a lot of things don’t you?”

“That’s not-“

“I’m going to go to bed. Goodnight omega”

Pebble rushes out of the room without another bite. The tears flow freely down his face with a choked sob while his emotions all flood out at once. Omega doesn’t get up. He sits in the dingy yellow light of the kitchen and watches the dust particles float through it. He wonders when the last time the kitchen has been properly cleaned.

#ohhhh I really hope you guys like this #I’ve been so insanely excited to post it #wrath’s ghost lore #the band ghost #ghost #nameless ghouls #ghost bc #fanfic #wrath writes #delta ghoul #pebble ghoul #omega ghoul

[illicitlimerence-writes]

yellow | m. schumacher

pairing: mick schumacher x reader word count: 2.4k words request: yes, by anons: "hiii! can i please get a mick imagine based on my love won’t let you down by little mix? thank you so so much!" & "could I please request a fic with mick, where the reader has an anxiety attack that doesn’t look like a panic attack from the outside but mick knows and comforts them? im in much need for a comfort fic rn" & "heyyyy love reading your stories, they make my week!! please could you write more mick and charles. also do you think you could base some off songs (i.e. take my hand by 5sos or even sadder ones like yellow by coldplay) please keep writing!!!" & by @astervrs: "hi!! i love your writing style and your fanfics so much, and i get really excited whenever you post something new <3 could you please write a mick fanfic with the angst prompt 6. "you're lying to me again. why can't you just tell me truth for once?" and fluff prompt 31. "i'm never going to leave you. i promise" where basically y/n feels really insecure about her own image and relationship due to social media comments and keeps it to herself and when mick asks she just says she's fine until it's visible that something troubles her." warnings: this one's pretty sad. please read the reqs above bc it's pretty much everything they described. panic attack, blood, body image, i tried to keep it vague, but still don't read this if you think this might upset you. a/n: it's sad hours ladies and gentlebitches.

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mick used to say she was his yellow. the color yellow is what most people associate with happiness, with joy and bliss.

she found it hard to believe, sometimes, how he could think about her in that way. in her mind, she was someone who needed a yellow, she never thought of herself as someone who could bring that into someone else’s life. but he was always there to remind her.

the night she felt like the sadness would never go away, when she felt the weight of the world on her shoulders, he grabbed her hand, leading her out of their shared apartment. 

they were going to a friend’s party, one of mick’s friend was getting married and the couple was throwing a small get-together with close friends. mick walked into the bedroom, where she was getting ready.

“whoa,” he whispered, eyes going wide as he stopped in his tracks.

“what?” she turned around, furrowing her eyebrows as she watched his expression, “what happened?”

“you look amazing,” he chuckled as he walked to her, one of his signature smiles on his lips, showing his rows of pearly white teeth. “i think we better stay here, you’ll make the bride jealous,” he placed his hands on her waist, squeezing playfully as he placed his forehead against hers.

“stop,” she had a small, shy smile on her face, looking up at him through her long lashes.

“it’s true,” he pecked her lips, “you’re the most gorgeous thing i’ve ever laid my eyes on,” one of his hands went up to cup her cheek, he felt her skin warming under his touch. “i don’t know how i got so lucky,”

“i’m the lucky one, mick. you’re the best person i’ve ever gotten the pleasure to know. i still don’t know why you’re with me,” she looked down, but he lifted her head up.

“because you’re everything i could ever ask for and so much more. i love you more than anything,”

he didn’t know it yet, but his words meant the world to her. she’d been having a tough time lately, but his presence was already making things much better.

as they drove to their friend’s house, he kept his hand on her thigh, she’d wanted to drive them there, so he sat on the passenger seat, picking the music and giving his best performance, singing out of tune in hopes of making her smile. as a slow song came on, they both stayed quiet, she was focused on the road as mick leaned back against the headrest, his eyes on her. she was the most marvelous woman he’d ever met. as they were reaching a red light, she looked at him, having felt his stare for the past few minutes.

“what?” she asked, smiling.

“you’re perfect,” he replied, eyes still focused on her. she turned her head, a shy look on her face. “stay like that,” he said, taking out his phone and opening the camera app.

“no, mick-”

“please, just one,” he pleaded, sticking his bottom lip out and blinking rapidly. she chuckled, shaking her head.

“fine,” she gave in. mick turned on the light inside the car, making sure the streetlight was still in red, before snapping a few pictures of her. “my beautiful girl,” he muttered under his breath, “i love you,” he leaned forward, pressing his lips to her cheek. as the light changed from red to green, he turned off the light and leaned back.

about thirty minutes later, when they were waiting for another couple to arrive so they could all have dinner, mick got a call from his mother. he excused himself as he stepped outside. he talked to her for a bit, catching up on everything since they last spoke, his mother asked about (y/n), and an instant smile made its way onto his face. it was so evident that he was completely in love, happier than ever.

“i’m so happy you have each other,” she told him, “you complement and need each other.”

as they hung up, mick looked at his new lockscreen photo, the one he’d just taken in the car. he smiled, so hard his cheeks hurt. she was so beautiful, everything he could ever want. he wanted to show her off to anyone he came across.

and show her off he did. he opened instagram, uploading the picture to his timeline,  ‘my everything’, he captioned it. he returned inside, sitting next to her and sliding his arm around her shoulder, pulling her close to him. she snuggled against his neck, having missed him the few minutes he was gone.

hours later, when they’d all eaten and were catching up, she excused herself and grabbed her phone, going to the bathroom. she remembered she had to send a work e-mail and needed some peace and quiet to think about how to redact it. she didn’t expect to see hundreds of notifications from her social media apps. she took a deep breath as she opened instagram. the next few minutes were hazy, blurry.

at first, her heart had skipped a beat when she saw the photo mick took of her. then, she started reading sweet messages from his fans, saying how happy they were for them. then, she read the bad comments. she always wondered what gave people the sense of entitlement when it came to sharing their thoughts about other people’s bodies, appearances, lives. it was unbelievable how things could change in just one second. she’d learned the bad way that it wasn’t good for her to read comments, and even though there was a mean one for every five nice ones, her mind always seemed to focus on the bad ones.

she wasn’t mad at mick, it wasn’t his fault. she just had to suck it up and act as if nothing had happened.

so, she did. or at least tried to.

she sat down next to mick, and he immediately knew something was wrong. he held her closer to him, pressed more kisses to her face and whispered sweet words in her ear. as she started to come back to herself, he stood up and walked to the kitchen to get her some water.

“oh, you two are so cute,” one of their friends said, “did you see the picture he posted?”

they all gathered around that person’s phone, and even though she knew that their comments were positive, that they only meant the best for her, she couldn’t help but tense a little. mick noticed.

“(y/n), you look great here,”

“yes, the color really suits you,”

“look at your smile,”

she felt bad for feeling that way, for being uncomfortable when she was receiving compliments. she gave them a quick, tight-lipped smile as she looked down to the floor. her fingers were playing with the hem of the dress she wore, and as her heart sped up inside her chest, so did her breathing.

calm down. calm down. don’t overreact. stop.

her ears started buzzing, and she started picking at her nails, where the nail and skin met, until she drew blood. as mick returned, he immediately knew something was wrong, mick’s eyes saw her movements, and he grabbed her hand in his as he sat down, handing her the cold glass of water.

“drink, we can leave now, okay?” he whispered, she didn’t reply, only gave him a grateful glance. she gulped down the water, placing the glass on the coffee table in front of her. immediately after, mick stood up, dragging her up with him. “thank you for tonight, but we have to leave now, we’ll see you all later,” mick said, lifting his hand and giving them a wave as he started walking. (y/n) did the same, a small wave as she followed mick.

once they were outside, she let out a deep breath, the cold air gave her goosebumps, but she needed the chilly air right then.

“are you okay? what happened?” he asked, she shook her head, giving him a small smile.

“nothing, i just got a headache, i’m fine.” she answered.

“are you sure, i-”

“yes, i’m fine. can you drive home? i- i don’t feel too good,” she handed him the car keys. mick took the opportunity to hold her hand and pull her close.

“baby, talk to me. it’s me.” he asked again, but she kept the same look on her face.

“i told you, i’m fine.” she didn’t want to worry him with her issues, it was better to keep it that way.

the drive home was tense, mick knew there was something wrong, but at the same time, he didn’t want to pressure her if she wasn’t ready to talk about it yet. as they got home, she hopped in the shower, ridding herself of the blue dress she was wearing and letting the water wash away the makeup she’d put on earlier that night. meanwhile, mick sat on their bed, waiting for her to step out so they could talk. as she was in the shower, she tried her hardest to think about something other than the comments she’d read minutes ago. it was unbelievable how words from a stranger could impact her in such a hard way. as she stepped out and walked into the bedroom, mick noticed her red, puffy eyes.

“(y/n)...”

“i’m okay,” she said. she thought that if she kept repeating the words over and over, eventually, they’d come true.

“(y/n), i can see that’s not true. you’re lying to me, again. please, just tell me the truth, what happened?” he tried his hardest to make his words come out soft, gentle, as he didn’t want her to retrieve even more, but he was feeling desperate, he wanted to help her, but he didn’t know how.

she started playing with her nails again, her skin getting goosebumps. her heart broke as she saw mick’s worried face. she sighed, walking to her nightstand and grabbing her phone. the comments were the first thing she saw, since she’d just locked her phone, not bothering to close the app back when she was in the bathroom at their friends’ place. she walked to mick, handing him the phone. he cursed under his breath, standing up and wrapping his arms around her.

“you know none of that is true. you know you’re beautiful, and strong, so kind and understanding. you’re perfect inside and out,” he said, she had her head tilted down, avoiding his gaze. he didn’t want to pressure her, so he kept talking without directing her eyes to his. “you’re quite possible the best person i know.” he continued, but he could tell that the loud thoughts were still rushing through her head. he sighed, “put on something warm, we’re going on a walk.”

they walked in silence, until they reached a bridge that connected both sides of the city, overlooking the river that divided it in two. it was cold, she could see her breath coming out in a cloud of smoke as she exhaled. they stopped right in the middle of the bridge, the night sky reflecting on the water below.

“look at the stars,” he said, walking behind her. he wrapped his arms around her stomach and pulled her back to him. he could still feel her stiff back. he leaned down, resting his chin on her shoulder, “they’re shining just for you,” he said softly.

“that’s not true,” she responded. 

“it’s true, look how they shine,” he pointed to the water, that distorted the shape and shimmer of the night lights, “the way you see the stars is not the same way i do. they shine and sparkle and glimmer just the right way you need them to." he moved his head, pressing his lips against her neck. "how bright are they shining right now?" he asked her. she took a moment to reply, eyes traveling from the sky to the water below.

"they're really bright. they're like little lights," she whispered, and mick kissed her cheek. she closed her eyes as she smiled, leaning into his touch.

"my mom used to tell me that the more light you need, the brighter they are," he felt as her breath hitched, he turned her around slowly, her back against the stone railing. his fingers wrapped around her entire back, pressing her front against his, being as close as they could be. “that you can ask the stars for their light, and once you take their light, you can turn it into something beautiful.”

“so, essentially, i’m killing a star?”

“no, they stay with you, for the rest of your days, you carry those little stars with you, in your skin, your bones, and everything you do. you become a yellow,” he said, her heart was pounding in her chest as he never broke eye contact, “you are my yellow,” he finished, a small smile on his lips as he saw her eyes tearing up. “i know you sometimes feel like… your thoughts get loud, and there’s nothing you can do to stop it, but what i can do is be there for you. it doesn’t matter what you’re going through, i’ll be there with you. i can sit with you and talk if you need someone to hear you out. i’ll put on a show and sing your favorite song if you need a distraction. my love for you has no limits, there’s nothing i wouldn’t do for you. even if you can’t see an escape, a light at the end of the tunnel, my love will always be there. my love will not let you down. i can be your yellow, just like you are mine.”

“i don’t deserve you,” she mumbled, there were tears falling down her face, tears that he softly wiped away with his thumbs.

“i am never going to leave you, i promise. i will be there for you, to hold your hand, or hug you, kiss you or just sit down next to you in silence. we’re a team, okay? i will try my best to lift you up whenever you need it. i promise.”

“thank you,” she said, throwing his arms around his neck, burying her face in his chest. “i love you, so, so much,” her voice came out muffled, but she refused to lean back.

“i love you, too, my yellow.”

#mick schumacher #mick schumacher oneshot #mick schumacher fanfic #mick schumacher fanfiction #mick schumacher imagine #mick schumacher one shot #mick schumacher blurb #mick schumacher fan fiction #mick schumacher fic #mick schumacher fluff #mick schumacher angst #mick schumacher x y/n #mick schumacher x you #mick schumacher x reader #f1 imagine #f1 one shot #f1 x reader #f1 fic #f1 fanfic #f1 fanfiction #f1 fandom #f1 #f1 drivers #f1 drivers one shot #f1 drivers x reader #formula 1 #formula 1 imagine

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~𝓐𝓷𝓪𝓴𝓲𝓷 w/a Darling Who Praises Him~

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AHAHA HE'S SO CUTE I'M SOBBING AND EXPLODING WHAT DO I DO WITH MYSELF LOOK AT HOW PRETTY HE IS I *gets shot*

Note: Some of the word coloring is black to match Anakin's theme. I suggest turning on a lighter theme if you use a darker one. Note 2: NO THIS ISN'T SMUT I have to keep my blog (mostly) safe for the kiddos. But, like, it might be a bit suggestive in some places? idk have fun

~Enjoy~

Anakin's Playlist:

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𝓐𝓷𝓪𝓴𝓲𝓷 𝓢𝓴𝔂𝔀𝓪𝓵𝓴𝓮𝓻

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~Oh Maker. This is all he's ever wanted.

~He isn't used to getting so shy and flustered. Usually, he likes to make you all flustered. This is new for him.

~Being a slave, he didn't have much love from anybody other than his Mother, so having somebody to motivate him and love him so much makes him almost want to cry.

~Tell him often that you love him, but tell him in different ways, so it doesn't get repetitive. Creative compliments and praise surprise him.

~You always get the cutest smile from him 🥺

~OMGGGG TOUCH HIM. LIKE. JUST HOLD HIS HAND OR EVEN BRUSH YOUR HAND AGAINST HIS

~Or just having a hand on his back, holding onto his arm, ect. Feeling a gentle loving hand on him makes him so happy.

~Knowing that you're just as in love with him as he is with you?

~Yeah he's emotional

~One of his favorite things is when you cup his cheeks between your warm hands and just stare into his eyes while talking to him.

~You totally have him all mushy now

~Little lingering kisses on his soft lips while you tell him that he did a good job in training and stuff shfjkdjfjdjf

~Hearing it from BOTH you and Obi-Wan build his confidence up. He's like

~omg

~they said i did a good job

~i must be a badass

~Careful though bc he might get annoying and egotistical at some point. He's a smug bastard 🙄

~Like I've stated before in my Anakin fanfiction thingies, hand kisses make him W E A K

~He likes when you kiss his knuckles and wrists

~STOMACH KISSES okay. okay so stfu darlings hold on it's a bit suggestive here

~He's so strong and it's obvious but he's also so SOFT you can squeeze his thighs 🤩

~You know you've gotten to him when you can see him trying to control his breathing. wtf are you doing he's supposed to be doing this to YOU

~HOW DID YOU GET ON TOP

~Anyway.

~You make him feel so special 🥺 He loves to know that you love him so much, and having such praise from someone so special gives him such a warm feeling in his chest. He's used to pampering you, so having you do the same for him leads him to understand your love for him. And really, that's all he wants. For you to love him.

~He takes everything to heart, and replays it in his mind all the time.

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I HAD TO CUT IT SHORT AGAIN DUE TO STUPID SHOULDER INJURIES >:( So just like I said with the 049 headcanons, when my shoulders are healed, I'll be writing more of this. Because I had more I wanted to go into with this but I need to rest 🙄 UGHHH BODIES ARE SO ANNOYING

just kidding sweetheart you should love and be proud of your body it's always working for you and never against you

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#anakin skywalker x reader #anakin #anakin x reader #star wars anakin #reader insert #star wars #star wars x reader #prequels #star wars prequels #anakin x reader fluff #I am madly in love with him

[inklores]

miguel o'hara── a study in security

it's really funny how most of my finals this quarter have me reading so many pieces that relate with the fics i'm writing and the characters i have brainrot over. i'm reading chapter 6 of eva illouz's book, "why love hurts," and the section about how love and security can't always co-exist hit me... because that is exactly how miguel o'hara regulates his life and shapes his influence within the spider-society.

"Security is often seen as incompatible with passion, or even as leading to its demise. But I would argue that this need for “security” and/or for “adventure” is not an invariant constituent of the psyche; or if it is, then security and adventure take on changing shapes in different cultural structures. They are also outcomes of the social organization of the psyche. Security derives from the capacity to control and to predict one’s environment; adventure, by contrast, derives from feeling challenged, either in one’s social identity or in the ways in which one knows how to do things." (Illouz, 219).

rewatching atsv and i notice just how locked and authoritative miguel runs his facility. micromanaged down to the knick-knacks hobie swipes. the differences in lighting and color theory with how miles & the gang associate with different spider-people, being lit in white and warm shades... then we meet miguel and he is in pitch dark with reddish and deep blue undertones. his character design is similar to the spot, where the sketch design is still visible amidst the rendering and coloring. this color palette carries with him and it sucks all his interactions in with it. from berating gwen after miles escapes to watching archival footage of his daughter, it's so deeply rooted that breaking out of that sphere will quite literally destroy what little he already has left and what he managed to preserve.

the man is STRESSED. we see that from his design to his dialogue. he believes he is single-handedly keeping the multiverse together and he expresses it multiple times. he thinks he can't have comfort and duty at the same time, believing that is what it means to be spider-man. it takes away his humor too, pointed out by peter b. when he says all spider-men are supposed to be funny. the only time he really shows any sort of wit is when he interacts with lyla and maybe jess, but even then, it's so dry and sarcastic. (save his interaction with baby mayday bc that man is also a father.)

but he's "okay" with this great responsibility. this is his security because it's what he's able to control when once, he wasn't able to control anything and it left him so badly wounded that it isolated any possibility of change or evolution for the order of things. when miles left, he shouted, "ALL HE HAD TO DO WAS LISTEN!" and then a softer, almost baffled and frustrated, "why didn't he listen...?"

illouz talks about how visual stimulations or even the presence of something we can hear or see can shape or crush the way we look at ourselves.

Research on the impact of media images on how individuals perceive their bodies suggests that images of perfect bodies have negative effects on self-esteem and self-concept because watching these images suggests to people both that others can achieve them more easily (competitiveness) and that others view them as important (normative legitimacy). Media images thus become a source of disappointment through the implicit mediation of what we think they say about others’ expectations of us and about their achievements compared to ours. Widespread images of love may instill ideas that others achieve love when we do not, and that achieving love is normatively important for successful life. (Illouz, 220).

hobie mentioned it before we officially meet miguel. he says miles seemingly has it alright with his parents and stable family life. and someone like miguel, who keeps a watchful eye over everything that goes on with spidermen, knows that. and he's jealous of it, i would argue. he believes as spider-man, there is a required sacrifice or weight of loss to carry.

while it is a very recurring trope with every iteration of spider-man that's been watched or read, miles has felt loss and loneliness. but he hasn't felt it in the way miguel has because what miguel went through is so singular and unique to him. the only ones who may understand what that would feel like would be gwen or even pav, seeing their dimension and/or livelihood beginning to crumble.

but miles has everything... and is also spider-man and i just know that burns miguel. it's not what he believes should be the order of the "spider-man journey," even though happiness and responsibility can and has worked together. example, peter b. and his daughter.

it's inconceivable for miguel to think something or someone can deny him or run the other way. because everyone is primed to understand that it's his way or quite literally, the destruction of everything. nobody can suggest another way. nobody can say no. aside from the doomsday vibes, miguel is also objectively scary when he’s genuinely angry. not even irritated or annoyed. irate. he’s also colossal. he’s mr. property damage. this need for control and this ability to maintain it under his thumb fuels his antagonistic relationship with anomalies or things he sees as a threat to his security. he doesn't like to be challenged, he likes to be listened to because he knows how the multiverse works and what can come out of it if even a single spider-person has a foot out of line.

and with all the hints left over at the end of the film of how miguel may be wrong, that there is a way to fix the multiverse while protecting the people they love, there will be some serious fractures to his security and everything will open up once again.

#⁎⋆ ꙳✧∘ gena talks ! #miguel ohara #miguel o'hara #spiderman: into the spiderverse #spiderman: across the spiderverse #atsv #across the spiderverse #spiderman 2099

[gingergari]

Hi!! (I'm sorry this is the third time I'm trying to send the ask, I think my wifi is fighting with me aksdasl) I love your Mareach babies! and the art you have of them :''v Also their names are perfect bc of all the meanings jsdskd I'd love to know more of them bc I too love twins whdjwhdw How are they when they grow up? Or even when they were still babies!

i’m so glad you like mela and pera! :^) (and dw, the internet’s been wonky here too)

on the backend of things i’ve used mela for a mareach kid for a few years but it’s only this year when i was actually like. designing her that i was like ‘they should have twins. something something runs in the family (on my dad’s side of the family his mom had twins and the twins also had twins) something something legendary star twin having twins’ so i trialed a few names (mainly arancia) before i settled on pera! :^)

i’ve been having the time of my life this semester (/s) so i really haven’t developed them very much unfortunately :( but that’s what asks are for! (so please send more if you’re curious!)

this is getting long so here’s a post cut

mela is the more excitable twin and comes up with a lot of ideas, but as they grew up she defaults more to pera to lead because she tends to execute them better and think of details mela would miss

though as kids pera would go along with whatever mela suggested bc she thought it was fun ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ (mela was the one who proposed playing with fire, pera would probably just say ‘lets do it outside’)

i think they fully developed their own ‘firebrand’ around 3-4! but there were signs beforehand, like mela sneezing smoke as a baby and having a higher normal body temperature than pera

(but peach’s magic is so strong there was little doubt that her children would inherit her abilities, and they do end up doing so to some degree! fire just manifested early)

in terms of them as babies, they were definitely a handful but overall ‘good’ babies

once pera knew how to walk tho it was a wrap

very adventurous and loves pursuing knowledge no matter what it takes (nosy and persistent) meanwhile mela has that same curiosity but doesn’t really know what she wants. the happy hobby pursuer

we know mario has experience with younger children and babies (mallow, goombario if you squint a little, watt, yoshi kid, himself (PiT moment), olivia) and peach likely doesn’t have nearly as much but it’s still a different ball game when it’s your kid and two of them and being prince consort(? king? in my head he stayed prince consort but i like @istadris ‘s thing) but he does have a huge community so they do end up well traveled/being cared for and spoiled by many of mario’s companions, and especially so by luigi, peasley, and daisy

back to them being more grown up

mela is the oldest (and as such wears warm-reddish colors in accordance with my headcanon of mushroom world sibling pairs) so technically she’s first in line for the throne, but she doesn’t have as much of an interest in it and believes pera would be a better choice. pera (wears green tones) to her credit does show more interest so they may forgo tradition once more when the time comes but joint ruling was never out of the question

but they don’t have to worry about that for quite a while (but i think peach would do well to make sure both are prepared regardless because of her own experience)

as a pair they aren’t as joined together at the hip as mario and luigi were/are mostly because they didn’t grow up in an environment where mela or pera absolutely needed to protect the other (nor were they ever forcibly separated like the bros were in yoshis island) but they absolutely love each other and would be friends if they weren’t sisters

when they were little tho they were obviously fraternal and always wanted to look identical so they mostly dressed the same until they got to be maybe around 6-8? wide range ik but yeah

but i’m not entirely sure what the situation with bowser is like when they’re growing up but it isn’t as volatile as it currently is. the @justcallmerosey post with clementine giving me ideas tho👀

#gari draws #gari’s ocs #gari’s asks #oc: pera #oc: mela #nintendo #smb #mareach #fankid #(POINTING LOUDLY) MELA HAS ADHD #pera has a silver crown solely bc i established with their earrings that pera wears silver jewelry. thats it #her dress is sleeveless atm #and mela’s has the puffy sleeves of her mother #ish #but this was an off the cuff design nothing official #it always feels weird when i’m designing clothes for them cause like i dont want them to wear formalwear all the time but it also feels #weird for them to wear anything too casual #so stalemate #maybe i should stick with the baby drawings /j #atm they dont have a brooch but in my headcanon peach’s jewelry are all methods of dampening her magic/keeping it in check #she could rip you to shreds without them #and atm they dont necessarily need that (read: i don’t have a brooch design yet) #i mostly posted now bc i couldn’t edit the tags 🤡 #but ty for sending the ask! :^) #also these mfs take turns being the photogenic one /j

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tumblr gave me an error last time so im gonna try again bc im adamant. can i have boyfriend rights and get you to write me a self indulgent tooth rotting fluff vash one shot pwease... u can make it reader... or use addy.... if you dont wanna look into trigun lore outside of vash you can make it reverse isekai bc i think vash deserves a break.... ok wuv you kissa you so sweetly

So! I have never seen more than a tiktok of Vash the stampede, so I know NOTHING of this show and won't write for it again. But, you have boyfriend rights and I have an inkling of Vash's personality, so enjoy my best attempt at some fluff to cheer you up, honeybee <3

Sometimes the universe revealed some wild abilities, like an extinct animal evolving back into existence, or some scarily lethal toxins. Whether it was a nice surprise or a bad one, the world still had a few tricks up her sleeve it seemed. Which, was how you somehow ended up with a tall, lanky, traumatized goofball as a new roommate and flirting buddy.

Vash really was a marvel of the world, something of a 8th wonder due to being an anime character come to reality. And, despite coming from a sci-fi, dystopian tale, he was nowhere near as sharp-edged and blood-thirsty as the movies you'd seen would lead someone to believe.

Instead, Vash was as careful with everything as a giant with the worlds most delicate china. Ever since staying with you, he'd proven to be a whole-hearted pacifist. From you, to a deer you got the pleasure of watching headbutt him in the gut and toss the metal-armed man into the air, the blonde didn't even raise his voice, let alone put a harmful finger on anyone or anything.

Despite every horrid thing you'd read of this man going through in his manga, he had a kindness that warmed your heart every time you saw it. So, you wanted to return that favor and give him some source of low-effort joy of his own. One that he couldn't argue he'd accidentally hurt with his metal arm's strength or lose with his bad luck.

Which, is why you hauled home a tank, decoration, and a fish.           "Hey! Vash!" You called once you walked through your front door, your roomie soon emerging from the spare room he had claimed as his own.           "Uh, there something you need?" He asked, jumping to help you carry in the fish tank before you could even ask. As eager to be of use as ever.

But, you weren't going to complain. Vash could haul in the hefty glass tank and stand as if they were little more than loaves of bread, and all you had to do was give him the order and he was off to fetch you whatever you needed for the assembly or tank set up. It made getting everything together a far easier task than if you had to do it yourself.

      "So, who's the fish for? I always took you as a cat or a dog person." The blonde asked when you finally put the fish in. And before you answered, you took a moment to see the simple glee in the scarred man's face while he watched the colorful creature swim around, taking it as a sign that this was a good idea. "It's actually for you, hon. So you can have something to take care of and keep you company." At that, the tall man shot up, his eyes suddenly wide with horror, "What?! But what if I mess it up? I could kill this little guy after you spent all this money on him?!"

You shook your head at the argument, simply smiling at him, "Come on, Vash. You stay home all day worrying and fretting over me while I'm at work, you deserve a little friend to help keep you calmer." You explained, making the tall man squirm as if your kind gesture physically hurt him. "I really don't deserve this consideration..." "Well I insist! You don't do anything for yourself, so I did something for you. You can name them whatever you want, enjoy your fish." Upon your insistence, Vash did back down, but you could still see the uncertainty in his eyes.

However, you didn't comment on it and simply went on to make yourself some lunch. You left Vash with his fish and only peeked into the living room now and then to see him just watching the colorful creature with the interest of a child watching saturday cartoons.

#Vash the stampede #Trigun #Vash x reader #fluff #x reader #ask #scenario #trigun stampede

[tf2fansderogatory]

i feel like, at night, all grudges are put away.

when everyone's asleep, it doesn't matter who woke who up in the middle of the night for no reason. they open their door and offer whoever a chance to rest with some company, whether it be to talk, or just sit

if someone had a bad dream, they go to someone else. no one bats an eye at it when they leave in the morning. they just nod and offer that small portion of comfort

when someone had a bad day, their closest friends will be seen leaving their room in the morning

it doesn't matter what happened during the day. what insults were thrown, or how bad they hurt them. if someone wanted comfort, they go and sleep with them, because they know they will have comfort

the mercs care for each other. they love each other. letting someone sleep with them in bed (or on the couch) is one of the many ways how they show and prove it

yeah, yeah.

theyre literally in the buttfuck nowhere of the desert. theres no other human beings in the middle of the desert, asides from the people of teufort (hates them, tried to public execution them, lead poisoned) and the other team (other color bad boooooo) so they only people they can go to for comfort is the other mercs on their team.

humans are social creatures, and they (i mean, we) need to be around other humans to stay sane.

spy sometimes will sneak around in the dead of night, to make sure the other mercs are ok bc of paranoia from whatever he was before teufort

even tho sniper likes to sleep in his own campervan away from the base, sometimes he can be seen making breakfast at like 5 in the morning, and leaves before anyone else wakes up. he acts like he doesnt know how the food got there, but theres always CCTV footage

sometimes, scout pyro demo and engie likes to have sleepovers in the common room because its easier to sleep with other people that day. theyre usually very quiet about it, and for the most part just spend the time watching movies until they fall asleep in a giant pile

no one ever goes to sleep in soldiers room (because raccoons), but more than once someone has probably dragged soldier to their room because i think hed be like a warm body pillow you can koala hug.

medic is not above letting someone cuddle his doves if they need it (because soldiers raccoons cant be liscense to be comfort animals for anyone except soldier). he always acts grumpy when his birds are held too long but he doesnt actually mind.

heavy is the best person on base to sleep with (literal), because hes big and warm like an oven. if someone asked, hed probably be more than happy to read them a story to help them fall asleep.

#posted by lems #scout #medic #spy #engineer #demoman #sniper #heavy #soldier #pyro #toyfriskman #look i added all the tags cause idk if we have a full team tah #we probably do! too lazy to check.

[jedipoodoo]

Secret Kingdoms Part Four (Sergeant Hunter x Reader)

Notes/Warnings: Reader experiences PTSD, Grievous gets a little handsy (but it's Hunter to the rescue as always), didn't write Hunter's NYE one-shot bc I was working on this 😁

It was cold when you awoke, or so your nose told you. The rest of you felt warm, arms pinned to your sides beneath a heavy weight. You struggled, only to realize that your bonds were simply a blanket as the thick wool scratched at your chin. The ground beneath you was lumpy, nothing like the mattress or even the stones from Dooku’s castle. You reached out from beneath your blanket, letting the dewdrops wash your hands as you ran your fingers through the gentle blades of grass.

“Sleep well?”

You blinked to clear your blurry vision. Hunter sat on a log just a few meters away, tending to a sparking young fire. 

“Hunter,” You gasped his name rather than answer his question and scrambled to your feet. Hunter laughed as he stood to catch you, the tips of your toes brushing against the tops of the grass as he spun you around.

“I’ll take that as a yes,” You cut him off with your lips on his. The morning chill was forgotten as he pulled you closer, his hands firmly on your back.

“What are you doing up so early?” You asked.

“I took the last watch. Thought I’d get breakfast ready,” He nodded to the bowl of leftover porridge sitting on the rocks surrounding the fire. You wanted to ask where he got the food from, and heard a horse whinny. 

Looking up, you saw that you were surrounded by hundreds of tents. Men were slowly starting to wake up, building dozens of cookfires similar to the one Hunter already had going. Colorful banners representing the houses of those loyal to King Ruwee and to Naboo fluttered in the breeze, trying to catch a sliver of precious sunlight in the dawn.

You’d made it to the camp. You were safe.

“You’re shivering,” Hunter lifted your hands to his lips, gently blowing on them with warm air and sealing it with a kiss on your fingertips.

He grabbed the blanket you’d slept with, from a tent just barely big enough to provide some shelter. Four other tents circled this campfire. Echo slept soundly just inside the first, Tech was sitting in the doorway of his with piles of scrolls in his lap, Wrecker was snoring with his head falling off his pillow, and the fourth tent was shut up tight— Crosshair’s.

Hunter wrapped the blanket around you and invited you to sit on the log with him as he hung the pot over the fire to cook. One by one, his brothers began to wake up and wander over for their portion. 

“Good morning,” Tech nodded courteously as he ladled a serving of porridge into his bowl, “How did you sleep last night my dear?”

“I slept fine,” You said, feeling yourself turn to look over at Hunter. He winked, and handed you your own bowl and a spoon.

Echo awoke with a groan, and made his way over to Crosshair’s tent, rapping on the wooden frame with his knuckles to wake him up. Muttering vicious hexes, Crosshair crawled out of his tent and smacked the back of Wrecker’s head. “Get up, breakfast is ready.”

The six of you were seated around the tiny fire, too hungry to say anything more. Wrecker helped himself to some more porridge, and the air turned solemn. 

“Well now what?” Echo asked. Everyone looked to Hunter. He sighed and sat back on the log.

“The Duke says Sir Skywalker brought the princess on to the fortress at Mandalore. The Duchess should be able to help her heal there.”

“So, we’re going home then?” Wrecker asked.

Tech shook his head, “the scouts arrived at camp just after we did. General Grievous has returned to the front lines and is preparing Serenno’s armies for battle. 

You scooted closer to Hunter and his hand was gently placed over yours in soft reassurance.

“Why? With Dooku dead, they have no one to lead them.”

Tech shrugged, “It appears that we are the only ones who know that Dooku is dead. Grievous is acting under the impression that Dooku isn’t dead, and is rallying their men to defend Serenno’s honor.”

You took a deep breath, but it didn’t feel like it did anything, so you took another. 

“Milady?” Hunter shifted, kneeling on the ground in front of you.

“You alright little lady?” Wrecker asked, trying to move closer to see what was wrong. Tech waved them all back.

“She’s panicking,” He said simply, and though you knew he was right, you couldn’t bring yourself to calm down.

Hunter took both your hands in his, pulling you to your feet and trapping you against his chest. Your ears were filled with the regular beat of his heart as your tears collected on his tunic.

“I don’t want to go back, I won’t go back-” You whimpered. Your haphazard breaths broke down into sobbing. Hunter cradled you to his chest and did not scold you.

“You won’t,” He promised, “I’ll be with you the whole time.”

“Yeah! They’ll have to get past us first!” Wrecker said. Crosshair snapped at him to hush. 

By the time you had calmed down, Tech and Echo had herded the others away, you could faintly hear Wrecker laughing at some other campfire. 

“I would send you to the Fortress with the princess, but Duke Kenobi thinks it’s too dangerous for small groups to be alone on the road.”

You clung to his tunic, “I don’t want to leave you again.”

Hunter pressed his lips to your forehead, “I’m not going anywhere, Milady. I’ll be right here, you’re safe.”

You exhaled a shaky breath, “Thank you.”

“Of course,” He whispered. “However, if you are going to fight with us, you may need some appropriate armor.”

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Fight. That was a strange concept. You were a handmaid, not a soldier. The most you’d ever used a sword was when you defended Padme from the mercenaries, and that was not your best work. 

Still, Hunter helped you to the armory tent and you found yourself layered in thick cloth and a chainmail shirt. Leather was wrapped around your legs to protect them from swords and arrows, and a sturdy sword was secured at your side. Hunter had helped you find a good, strong sword that felt right in your hands, but it was heavier than the practice swords you’d used back at the castle. 

“Looking good, little lady!” Wrecker cheered as you made your way back to the sleeping tents. You flushed under his praise, missing the glare that Hunter sent the way of his bigger brother.

Crosshair was sharpening a few sticks into arrows, and Echo and Tech were sparring. All around you the camp buzzed with life. Whetstones rang against polished blades that clanged against each other in an effort to prove their strength to their master. You took a shaky breath as the reality of the situation sank into your bones. You had seen blood before. You had bandaged many injuries in your time as a maid. Hunter had trained you to use a sword. You could survive this.

“Alright, little lady,” Crosshair gave a grunt as he stood from the stone that served as his throne, “Let’s see how you handle a sword.”

Your heart dropped. “Me? Right now?”

“You’re the only lady around,” He shrugged. Wrecker guffawed, and Echo and Tech had paused to watch it all go down.

You nodded, wringing your hands together. You looked around for your sword only to remember that it was strapped to your leg, and gathered  your hair back from your face.

“Here, let me help,” Hunter gently took the tangled clumps of hair from your hands. His fingers wove expertly through your hair, and moments later he declared you finished. You ran a hand over the braid, curiously tracing the cloth he’d used to secure it. It was his bandana. 

He placed a chaste kiss on your cheek, holding up the wrist with your ribbon tied around it. “I figured you could use a good luck charm of your own.”

Heat rushed to your cheeks and you tried to hide it. 

“Oi, get a room you two,” Crosshair sighed. You fumbled for your sword, trying to prove yourself to these men. They were Hunter’s brothers, and you desperately wanted their respect. If you could prove to them that you were worthy of Hunter’s love and adoration, maybe you could finally prove it to yourself too. 

“Don’t worry,” Echo tried to reassure you, “Crosshair’s bark is worse than his bite.”

“Yeah! He’s better with ‘is bow than a sword any day!” Wrecker crowed.

Well, that gave you some hope, but the smirk on Crosshair’s face sure didn’t. Hunter moved around to the other side of their encampment, standing behind Crosshair so that you could see him. He didn’t shout or cheer like the others were, but he smiled at you. He smiled at you like you had nothing to prove.

Crosshair tapped his sword once to yours to signal he was ready, and you returned the gesture. No sooner had you done that, then Crosshair’s blade swiped for your side. You stumbled out of the way, only for his sword to aim for your head next. You blocked it—barely.

“Good job, milady,” Hunter said, arms folded. He lazily paced the space between the tents like a captain eying the squires. You bit your lip. You couldn’t let him down.

You danced around the edge of Crosshair’s blade, holding yours pointed at him in case he got any ideas about getting too close to you. Your breaths were heavy in your chest, and you decided it was best to attack first rather than wait around for him to take you by surprise. 

You charged at him, sword swinging viciously. Crosshair chuckled and blocked, but you didn’t push against his blade the way he expected. You weren’t strong enough for that, but you were smaller compared to Crosshair. You would just have to be faster than him.

You swung at his side instead, and managed to knock him off balance as you sliced the air above his chain mail. 

“Nicely done,” Crosshair chuckled. He rolled under your arm, and your blade came down as he righted himself. He blocked, and shoved you backwards, and you were sent tumbling over the log in between Echo and Tech.

“Come on, you’ve got this!” Echo said. They each took one of your arms and hefted you to your feet, nudging you back towards Crosshair. You caught a glimpse of Hunter standing just on the other side of the firepit, frozen in a half-step towards you. You nodded, promising him that you were fine. 

Crosshair took a page out of your book this time and came charging towards you. You charged right at him, yours swords meeting in an echoing “CLANG”.

“Get ‘im, little lady!” Wrecker whooped.

Crosshair swung at you again and you ducked, moving to the side to force him to follow you. 

“Don’t turn your back on him!” Hunter warned, a little too late. You took in a sharp breath as Crosshair’s sword barely missed your hair, and in an attempt to get your bearings you tripped over your own two feet, falling flat on your back in the dirt. Crosshair’s blade was at your throat a second later.

“Aw man!” Wrecker sighed, “I was rootin’ for ya!” Tech and Echo politely applauded, and Crosshair moved his swordpoint to the dirt beside your head.

“Not bad for a novice.” Crosshair leaned on his sword, smirking down at you. Lying face-up in the dirt, you didn’t have the energy to retaliate.

He held out his hand, and you reluctantly took it, allowing him to pull you to your feet.

Trumpets blared without ceremony or melody. In an instant Hunter was at your side, gripping your arm tightly as the camp around you moved as one, soldiers grabbing their weapons and shields before moving towards the east.

“What’s happening?” You asked. Your heart was beating so fast you feared it would fly right out of your chest.

Hunter looked down at you, unshaken and determined while his brothers began to assemble their own weaponry. “Serenno is approaching. We have to be ready to meet them.”

You nodded dazedly, your gaze stuck to the waves of men that marched past. Hunter gently took your chin in his hand, turning you to face him.

“I meant what I said; So long as you’re with me, you’ll be safe, I promise you that. You will never go back to them.”

You nodded in his touch. He gently pressed a kiss to your forehead and you felt courage flooding your veins. He took only a moment to gather his things, handing you your own sword, and hand-in-hand, you made your way towards the battlefield.

—

“Why aren’t we following the others?” You asked. You were unsure what made you talk in such a whisper, but perhaps it was the fact that you were hiding in the treeline, walking past the rows and rows of Naboo soldiers standing ready to defend their kingdom and their princess. 

“Not really our thing,” Wrecker chuckled. 

“I can see the Serennians,” Crosshair said. All of you froze. 

“Kark’s sake, where did they all come from?” He hissed.

“Cross?” Hunter asked, stepping in front of you again.

Crosshair slid down the tree trunk and joined you in the shadows.

“There’s way too many, too many for the ones we took out at the castle, and too many from what we originally saw when we scouted Serenno’s camp.”

“Maybe they just really liked Dooku?” Wrecker suggested. 

You shook your head vehemently, “He’s starving them, they’re suffering under his reign since he killed their king, and they know it.”

“The population of Serenno is not that expansive in the first place. From what Crosshair’s implying, there are far too many to be simply Serennians,” Tech said.

“Dooku did hire Ohnaka and his men, maybe he hired more?” Echo suggested.

“Unlikely, Mercenaries are prideful, they’d prefer their own accouterments, and Serenno would likely cut corners where they could, and not bother about the uniform look,” Hunter argued.

You all stewed in thought for a moment, and one by one you all looked to Hunter.

“We need a closer look, and then we can get word back to Duke Kenobi.”

You pressed on through the trees, hearing the eerie marching of Serenno growing closer and closer as their armor flattened the grasses beneath their feet.  

From deep within the trees, you avoided detection, but you also had to split up. Crosshair climbed back up into the trees, and Echo and Wrecker made their way back the way you had come, leaving you with Hunter and Tech. 

Hunter squeezed your hand as you snuck past rows and rows of soldiers in Serrennian armor. They marched with jolted movements, like the chickens in the castle courtyard. You couldn’t quite see their eyes, but their heads never shifted, only looking straight ahead. As terrified as you were of being seen again, you knew in the back of your brain that even if you leaped out in front of them, they would just march right over you.

“Crosshair was right,” Hunter gasped as he pulled the two of you behind a tree where you could watch in shelter for a moment, “Something’s not right with them.”

The longer you looked at the soldiers, the more you noticed. Their dark gray armor masked the bleached-out look of their skin. Their legs moved awkwardly, and the arms holding their assorted weaponry were frozen in place.

“They look…dead,” You said.

Tech softly cleared his throat, hiding behind a tree a few steps ahead of you, “In all my studies, the only thing that matches the symptoms displayed by these…unusual men-” For lack of a better word “-are golems. Creations given animation by a master whom they serve mindlessly. Given Serenno’s location and its main export, it would be safe to say that these are iron golems.”

“Is there anything that can stop them?” Hunter asked.

Tech adjusted his glasses as he thought, “All golems require an anchor. For a group as large as this one, it would have to be very powerful.

You bit your lip, “Dooku’s servants said he was dabbling in dark magic.”

“And the rumors were he was working with a sorcerer,” Hunter grunted as he thought, “We’ve got to find their base camp and see if we can find an anchor or a sorcerer of some kind.”

“What about the others?” You asked, following Hunter against the flow of undead soldiers.

Hunter grinned, “They’ll be doing their best to slow down their march.”

You heard birds cawing in the distance, and the earth shook as a tree collapsed.

The Golems stopped in their tracks, unable to go any further, but unable to follow their orders.”

Night had claimed the forest by the time Hunter spotted their camp; a cave just up ahead. Your group ducked behind an outcropping of rocks a stone-throw away from the patrolling soldiers. These men had a distinctly more human pallor to their faces, and their bodies swayed in that way humans did even when you were standing still.

“Why have we stopped!?” The hoarse voice of General Grievous made you freeze in place, and Hunter wrapped his arm around you.

“The trees are falling, and blocking the path of the…” The Serennian giving the report shivered. He didn’t like the General wither, “..The path of the…fiends.”

“Then remove them! Dooku demands recompense for his utter embarrassment, and a few paltry trees will not stop that!”

One of the patrolling Serennians near you muttered under his breath, “If he didn’t want to be embarrassed, maybe he shouldn’tve kidnapped another kingdom’s princess.”

You couldn’t help it, and snorted into Hunter’s shoulder even as he chuckled.

“What did you say!?” Grievous shrieked. You heard the clatter of a spear and shield, and knew the guilty soldier was jolting back to attention.

“No-nothing sir.”

Grievous growled, “Get those trees out of the way.”

“Yessir,” The soldier who’d been reporting hurried back to the front lines, and Hunter peered over the rock to get a good look around.

“There’s about five men, not including Grievous. Shouldn’t be a problem.”

You nodded distractedly. You didn’t want to have to see Grievous again. The man had yellow eyes that could see right through you, and he sounded like a demon from hell. And he had promised to destroy everything you knew and loved. 

“Tech, take a look around. Can you see anything that looks like an anchor?”

Hunter ducked down and Tech took his place. Hunter looked from the left to the right to make sure the patrolling soldiers wouldn’t see you. 

Tech ducked back down, “There is a golden chalice on the General’s belt. A rather impractical weapon, I would infer that is the golem’s anchor.”

You gulped nervously, and Hunter shook your shoulder, “Leave Grievous to us, ey?” He grinned at you, “You just keep his men occupied.”

You could do that. You had plenty of practice distracting people so that Padme and Anakin could have a little rendezvous. 

Unfortunately, you went with the first thing that popped into your brain.

“Hello fellas!” You leaped to your feet with a wave, catching the attention of everyone within earshot.

“Did you miss me?”

“The princess!” Grievous seethed. You turned and ran  into the ever-darkening woods.

“Get her!” 

Leaves skid beneath your boots. You ran as fast as you did when you had been chased by Ohnaka and the mercenaries. The trees provided more cover to duck and dodge, even as arrows hit the ground by your feet. You risked a glance over your shoulder–all five soldiers were following you. 

At least they weren’t the golems.

You tripped over a root, sprawling headfirst into the dirt. One of the Serennians lunged at you, and you drew your sword, blocking him. Thank goodness for the practice Crosshair had given you. 

You kicked him in the groin, pulling yourself out from underneath him and scrambling to your feet. You spun around to find the other four closing in. You swung for the closest one and sliced his arm, but another hit your back. The chainmail held up against the blade, but the force was enough to knock the wind from your lungs. You dodged arrows, only to have your sword knocked from your loose grip as you backed up against a tree.

One of the Serennians motioned for the archers to hold their fire, and pointed his sword at your neck.

“I’m sorry ma’am, but orders are orders.”

You set your jaw firmly, “You don’t have to do this.”

He shook his head. “You don’t understand what he will do to us. Dooku controls our kingdom, ourlives, he has his hands in every kingdom from here to Tatooine! If we don’t follow his orders…” He shook his head and raised his sword.

“I’m sorry my lady.”

“Dooku is dead!” You exclaimed, though it might be your last words.

The sound of your heavy breaths echoed in your ears a moment later, plenty of time for the soldiers to have taken you out. 

You slowly opened one eye. The Serennian still had his sword pointed at you, but his eyes were wide in disbelief.

“Dooku? D…dead?” He asked.

You nodded slowly, “I saw him killed myself. He was beheaded by my friend back at your camp.”

The soldier dropped his sword and collapsed to his knees. His companions stumbled a bit at the weight of your words. You expected them to sob and unleash cries of mourning, but instead they started to laugh. It terrified you for a brief moment, until you saw the joy on their faces as they wrapped their arms around each other.

“Thank you, thank you my lady,” The soldier at your feet exclaimed, bowing to you in gratitude. Your face flushed with heat as you tried to beckon him to his feet.

“There’s no need to thank me…” You mumbled.

“Capturing you was the beginning of his downfall,” One of the men removed his helmet and approached you, “If it weren’t for you, he would still be alive.”

That had to be a stretch.

“We were loyal to the king and his family. When Dooku killed them all, he threatened our families if we didn’t show him the same loyalty.” 

“Now we have a chance. Thank you, my lady,” All of them bowed to you, but at least they didn’t kneel.

“There’s not need for any of that,” You took a deep breath and squared your shoulders, “If you want to thank me, You’ll help me and my friends take down Grievous.”

They nodded, and put their helmets back on.

“We’ll follow your lead, my lady!” 

It was weird to hear anyone but Hunter calling you that, but you weren’t going to argue with your new friends now. 

You led the five Serrenians through the forest back to their main camp. You could hear Grievous’s shouts long before you heard Hunter and Tech. All at once, the three of them came into view. Hunter darted around Grievous wielding his dagger and sword against Grievous’s dual-wielded swords. Tech stood a shorter way off with his sword, lobbing potions at Grievous, trying to knock the goblet from his belt. 

Hunter knocked one of the giant swords from Grievous’s hand, and with a shout of outrage Grievous seized him by the neck. Hunter struggled for breath as Grievous aimed his sword at Hunter’s chest, and then he noticed you, surrounded by the Serrenians.

“Run milady!” He screamed.

Grievous looked in your direction, “Kill them all!” He commanded.

The archer who had been shooting at you moments ago embedded an arrow in Grievous’s outstretched arm. Hunter fell to the ground and Grievous screamed in pain. He was attacked by his former soldiers, much to Hunter and Tech’s surprise.

“How…?” Tech looked to you, and you smiled.

“I told them what really happened to Dooku,” You said the last part loudly, throwing a glare in the direction of Grievous, “Turns out you can’t threaten loyalty out of them.”

“That’s my girl!” Hunter recovered and grabbed his sword again, quickly joining forces with the men who had run to his aid. 

The archers aimed carefully, keeping Grievous from focusing on Hunter and the others. Brandishing your sword, you gathered your courage and joined them at Hunter’s side. He promised that you would be safe so long as you were by his side, and you were determined to reciprocate that. You defended Hunter’s back from the swords that Grievous swung at his former men. 

One of them was caught in the stomach, thrown back against a tree trunk that splintered under his weight. As his comrade called for him, he was tossed aside too. Grievous’s hand shot out, wrapping around your neck with inhuman strength.

”NO!” Hunter screamed, even as Tech used all his strength to hold him back

“Take another step and she dies!” Grievous warned. You couldn’t resist kicking out, despite the lack of air and your rapid thought process as you tried to find an exit strategy.

“Drop your weapons,” Grievous held you out towards Hunter in warning. Hunter complied immediately. Tech and your Serrennian friends took a moment more to think it over.

Grievous dropped you, and you scarcely had the chance to fill your lungs with air before he ynked you back to your feet, tugging you tightly against his chestplate.

“Now Princess, I do believe you haven’t been quite honest with us,” his voice chilled you to the bone, and he used one finger from his free hand to tilt your head upwards, meeting his demonic eyes.

Hunter tugged against Tech’s grip as Grievous’s touch made its way down your arms to your hands. He squeezed it a bit too tight, tighter than Hunter had ever gripped you, and spread your fingers, bringing them close to his face. You turned away from his rancid breath to stare at the dry leaves beneath your feet as you felt his breath ghost along the back of your hand. 

“Just as Dooku said,” Grievous chuckled. His thumb drew circles in your palm, not unlike a lover.

”Callouses.”

You whimpered as his breath moved to your neck, “Do you know what the punishment is for impersonating royal blood?” Grievous asked.

Hunter couldn’t take it anymore. He sprinted towards the general weaponless, only for Grievous to place his hand around your neck. Hunter skid to a stop just a foot away.

“I can snap her neck now, or when we return to Serenno. I don’t mind either.”

Hunter glared back at him with a ferocity that matched Grievous’s glowing eyes, but it softened as he turned to you.

“I am so sorry Milady,”

You smiled despite Grievous’s gauntlet around your throat, “It’s not your fault, Hunter.”

“I promised to keep you safe,” He grit his teeth, hands balling in his fists as he stood in place. 

“And I still trust you,” you grunted as Grievous pulled you back, looking for some sort of escape route. The only light were from the torches that framed the camp, and the shadows looked mighty tempting.

Before Grievous could take his chance to escape, a familiar screech rang in your ears, sending the Serennian men reeling. The air was stirred by a pair of giant wings, and you looked up to see Wrecker, riding on a red dragon’s back.

“Look who we found!” Wrecker’s laughter rang out above the treetop.

“Lula!” You laughed in spite of yourself, and Grievous dropped you in time to shield himself from a burst of fire from Lula’s mouth, but not before you snatched the chalice from his belt.

“He’s escaping!” One of the Serennians cried in fear. Hunter grabbed his sword and sprinted. You thought he would go after Grievous, but he wrapped you in his arms instead.

Lula flew after Grievous, and two people leaped down from her back to follow on foot. 

“Are you alright?” He asked.

“I am now,” You said, clutching his tunic. He hugged you even tighter.

“I love you,” He whispered, “I love you, I love you, I love you.” 

That was all you needed to hear at that moment. You melted into his arms feeling the safety and truth in his words.

"I love you too."

Lady Luck (Prequel)

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hi , do you mind writing xiao and albedo with a doting gn s/o who tends to check up on and take care of them ? ty !! -🎠

With a Doting S/O

Character(s): Xiao and Albedo

Format: Headcanon and Drabble

Genre: Fluff

Word Count: 1246

Note: Okay so I know it's been a year or something but I could never figure out how to add more to the headcanon portion of Xiao's. Plus I kinda stopped writing for a long while. Anyway I rewrote a lot of it but I really like how it turned out. Chances are, you won't see this since it's been so long but thank you for requesting either way ! I hope I portrayed them (reader included) well.

Note: Albedo's part took 12 hours bc I kept getting distacted and falling asleep

Xiao's one of those people who takes max 5 sips of water a day and sleeps twice every week and thinks it's fine.

Newsflash : it's not fine.

Thankfully, you're there to force gently remind him to hydrate and rest.

Additionally, you're a safe space to him. With all the violence in his life, spending time with you is like a breath of fresh air.

When he's with you, his karmic debt seems to lighten and time almost slows down its leisurely pace.

Although he doesn't tell you directly, the adeptus really does appreciate you visiting him often — even if he doesn’t see the point of those ‘pointless mortal activities’ like needing to drink water and eat regularly

Nevertheless, it’s still nice to have your company. Centuries of loneliness and suffering does that to you.

As you scaled the stairs of Wangshu Inn, you spotted Verr, otherwise known as the boss lady, standing at her usual post. Since you often visited Xiao, you were well acquainted. "How is he?" you asked as you peeked your head out from behind the doorway.

"Out right now; though I do believe he should be back soon," she sighed.

Nodding, you gave a curt smile before heading down the stairs to the kitchen. Since he was going to return soon, you thought you might as well whip up some his favorite dessert for him. You quietly treaded over to the pantry, trying not to disturb Chef Mao. However, the floorboards decided to betray you, creaking to announce your obvious arrival.

"Ah, Y/n, good to see you. I assume you're here for the usual?"

You nodded, taking out a weaved basket of fresh tofu and another bowl filled to the brim with almonds. You hummed along the tune to a song you couldn't quite remember the name of as you gathered the other ingredients and got to work.

It wasn't long before you finished. After all, you had the recipe memorized by heart by now. Smiling at your creation, you took the plate in one hand and strolled up the stairs until you reached the balcony. From there, you could see all of Dihua marsh, even the small blurs of color you assumed to be wandering hilichurls.

Setting the meal on the sturdy fencing of the inn, you pondered whether or not to call his name. You decided on the latter, not wanting to disturb him. No matter what, he never missed your visits. And you didn't have to wait long either.

While your focus lay on the lakes below, you failed to notice a lean figure sneaking up on you. He rested his arms on the railing next to you, murmuring a soft 'hello'.

"Xiao!" you yelped. Half of you was frightened, but the other half was surprisingly used to his odd entrances. The adeptus always managed to somehow appear soundlessly, leading you to begin anticipating it.

If you expect the unexpected then is it really unexpected?

"Why, look what the cat dragged in," you quipped.

He gave you a puzzled glance, "I did not meet any cats today."

You let out a small chuckle at this, shifting to cup his face in your hand, "Xiao, my love, have you eaten today?"

"No..."

You sighed, retracting your hands and pushing the warm plate of almond tofu towards him. He pouted at the loss of contact but accepted the food nevertheless. While he ate, you talked about your day and recent adventures. Hearing your voice lifted his spirits in a way nothing else could and a smile tugged at the corners of his lips.

"I love you," he blurted out before quickly looking away.

"I love you too, but where did that come from?" you giggled.

He huffed, placing his elbow next to the empty plate of almond tofu on the railing and resting his face in his hand.

"Do I need a reason to love you?"

Because the alchemist often became so immersed in his work to the point of forgetting about basic needs, you took it upon yourself to check up on him everyday.

Eventually, it became a daily routine. Around late morning, you would make lunch and coffee, leaving the comfort of your home to visit Albedo at his workshop in Dragonspine. Since he commonly ended up skipping breakfast and dinner, the lunches you prepared were particularly large to compensate for the missed meals.

The food you brought had a wide range of variety to keep from becoming repetitive, yet they were always well thought out and contained much nutritional value. Often, you even took the time to decorate what you brought. Be it with fruit or even the placement of the assorted food, it never failed to taste just as wonderful as it looked.

Your favorite accents were smiley faces or hearts made of chocolate or slices of fruit. Although he didn't blatantly smile at this, Albedo's mood always seemed to brighten after opening a meal with your designs. This was usually accompanied by an attack of forehead kisses.

You generally ended up staying for a while after delivering his nutrition for the day; assisting in various experiments and the like.

Albedo most likely would've either died from starvation, dehydration, or both if not for you. Plus, he enjoys your company, even if he doesn't openly display it.

Before your daily visits started, Sucrose had visited every so often to check up on him. However, he much rather preferred your comforting and familiar presence since his assistant tended to view him more as her superior.

As you finished packing up the meal you prepared, you grabbed your coat and exited your house in Mondstadt. The trek from the city to Dragonspine was by no means a short one, but it was a journey became used to after making it everyday. You jogged at a quick pace, determined to make it to your boyfriend before noon.

By the time you traversed all the way up the mountain and turned the corner to arrive at his laboratory, it was about midday. Walking inside, you uttered a small greeting and placed the lunch boxes on a nearby wooden crate. Albedo, lost in his thoughts, didn't seem to notice your entrance.

Deciding to take advantage of the opportunity, you snuck over and surprised him with a hug from behind and a kiss in the crook of his neck. His head swiveled up in alert but soon calmed when he realized it was you. "Good morning," he mumbled.

"It's already noon, silly. I brought you lunch," you giggled, picking up your cooking and giving it to him.

"So, did you have breakfast?" you inquired.

He tilted his head, "do spiders count as breakfast?"

"Archons, Albedo, I will never understand your infatuation with eating spiders... and no I don't think that counts— although they are rather high in protein..."

He chuckled and rose from his chair to face you while slightly resting his weight against the desk, "I didn't think so."

"Tada !! I brought pancakes and coffee," you declared proudly.

"Intriguing. Thank you, Y/n."

He smiled faintly, then leaned in to leave a featherlight kiss on your forehead. His expression dosen't quite portray his thoughts, but his eyes are soft and full of adoration for you and his chalky complexion seemed to be dusted with a light blush. Even if Albedo isn't the best at managing his health, he doesn't have to worry. After all, you're there with him.

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