#shhhhhh trust me it looks better this way

[romaencepardner]

Saint Applebees, champion of Cassandra, and Sir Applebees, Knight of Cassandra.

(please pick this future Bucky, it's the one with better friends and a sick mullet)

#as an oldest sister i am having emotions #also i know the pinky is on the wrong side #shhhhhh trust me it looks better this way #kristen applebees #bucky applebees #d20 fhjy #fhjy #dimension 20 #fantasy high

[vanrougemoons]

almost midnight break-in.

prompt: Person A breaking into Person B’s room through the window.

• Late Birthday Present for @seareefer ♥ • Word Count: 994

Perhaps this isn’t how you imagined your night going. Actually, it’s not something you wouldn’t expect but it absolutely is not something you imagined happening tonight.

. . .

You had been mindlessly scrolling through your magicam feed. You liked a post Cater made earlier, and oooh’d at a photoshoot preview Vil uploaded. Truly, you were living the best life instead of sleeping and being an example for other students to follow.

You snort and instantly DM a meme to the group chat you have with Ace and Deuce.

Then you hear a tap on your window. Common sense tells you to disregard it because you’re too dulled out from all the historical events you’ve lived through since finding yourself in this world. Common sense also decides that it might just be a tree or something.

You hear a tap again and look up from your phone- waiting for your eyes to adjust to the change in lighting so you can figure out what’s actually going on.

The window shakes, and sure it could just be the wind making your run-down windows shake, as they often do. But you swear that you saw a hand smack against the glass.

You grip your blanket closer to yourself as your window jiggles open and you spot the two beady eyes staring straight at your eyes. In the darkness of your room, you really can’t make out a face but… bright yellow and brown? There are only two answers as to who it could be, and you quite doubt that one of them would crawl into your room at midnight.

Actually, both would- but you don’t think one would do it unless absolutely necessary.

You reach over to the half working lamp next to your bed and turn it on with a click. In a flash, a grinning face stares back at you.

“Shrimpy!”

You sit up in disbelief, “Floyd- how did… actually,” you shake your head, “never mind. Why?”

You should probably know better than to ask this boy why he’s climbing up to your bedroom at eleven at night. But you asked anyways.

The eel-boy in question manages to push the window up enough that he can slide into your room easily. You’re suddenly grateful that Grim’s taking the couch tonight as you deadpan at him, “Floyd.”

He stands up to his full height while stretching upwards, “I was bored.” He replies as if it were the most normal thing ever, you narrow your eyes at him.

“Being bored doesn’t mean that you can scale your way up to a bedroom, y’know?” your voice muffled by your blanket. You’re used to his antics, in fact, you’re surprised at yourself for being surprised that he’s here.

Shaking your head, you resign yourself to your fate and decide that this will simply be an all-nighter as you now have to babysit a bored eel. “Never mind— Got something on your mind?” You pat the space on your bed next to you.

His grimace widens as he strides over to you and easily hangs himself off of you instead of sitting next to you like a normal person. His arms wrapping around your shoulders, his head easily resting on top of yours. “Mmmmmnoooope.”

Even with the extra weight on you, you find yourself comfy. Your phone lays nearby forgotten as you lean your own weight onto Floyd.

And it’s quiet, that’s rare. Very rare when it comes to him.

The wind blows a soft breeze through the open window, and you manage to pull the sheet over this boy on you. A yawn escapes you, and you think you can hear him snort.

He pulls back and stares down at your eyes mischievously, “mmm? Don’t tell me you’re already tired? I just got here- come onnnn. You gotta last a bit longer.”

“What are you even-“ you yawn again, “planning… Leech?”

He reaches for your discarded phone and stares at the time.

11:58p.m.

“Shhhhhh~ Trust me, just a bit more.”

You can’t believe the audacity of this eel-boy, boy-eel? You huff and make a grab for your phone; he laughs and easily pulls it out of your reach.

“Gimme my phone-“

“Nahhh, don’t feel like it.”

You groan and try to grab it again, “you stinky eel, I’ll fry you if you don’t give it here-“

Empty threats that make his laugh turn into cackles as he pulls it away from you again, except this time- He falls backwards with you in tow onto your bed.

His laughter doesn’t stop as you attempt to grab your small entertainment box to no avail. You’ve successfully amused the eel enough, congratulations!

You sigh in exasperation, “did you just come here to terrorize me? I’m gonna sick Jade on you- I swear-“

A wide grin spreads onto his face again, “nu-uh.”

Without missing a beat, you whip your head up to look at him straight in the eyes, “the fuck you mean nu-uh.”

Your phone lights up as it’s turned face-up in his hand.

12:00a.m.

He beams with joy and sits up so fast that he almost smacks his forehead against yours. You’re lucky you ducked to the side and rolled next to him, leaning back on your arms.

“FINALLY.”

You’re taken aback by his sudden, “wh-what?”

He’s practically shining, his grin spreading from ear to ear. “HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!”

. . .

You’re laughing. He’s there grinning at you like a dumbass, and you’re there laughing.

“Is this why you’re here?”

He nods so fast that it reminds you of a bobble-head figure. He looks so proud, and you’re here wiping tears from your eyes from how much you’re laughing.

“I told you I was going to be the first one to say it!”

You feel his weight crash onto you again, and you can’t help but think how much you don’t mind this.

. . .

Your phone stays on the floor forgotten, dinging every couple of minutes with notifications.

#floyd leech #floyd leech x reader #twst x reader #twst floyd #twisted wonderland x reader #twst imagines #twisted wonderland #claude writes !

[testingthewatersss]

I never lost him Trigger warnings for PTSD, mentions of war, torture,  etc. Just unapologetic cuddling and comfort ft. Steve Rodgers. Bucky Barnes x F Reader Chapter 10 2330 words fluff, angst, comfort. 18+ MDNI Post TWS Steve realises that he's not the only one looking for Sargent Barnes. Reader is Tony’s sister, a non-enhanced shield agent who recently resurfaced.

The shift in his demeanour is so obvious that the other man speeds up his departure. Offering the duo a smile as he ducks out of the door in silence.

“Hey” Bucky hears Y/N coo, once they’re alone, “Hey, baby… Look at me.”

Again, he’s not sure when he’d started staring at his feet. He pulls his gaze up to her face and watches her head tilting as she considers him.

“That wen’t well” she says, “I think you’re all talked out, huh?”

He nods, not trusting himself to speak without his voice cracking.

“Are you hungry, or do you want to just settle somewhere?”

I could eat, he thinks, But I, I don’t want too.

Silently, he glances at the door to the bedroom, and then, over to the couch.

The crackling fire is nice. He wouldn’t mind just curling back up on there. The bed had seemed so soft though. So warm and-

“C’mon, baby” Y/N sighs, giving his palm a squeeze, “Lead the way”

He starts moving straight away, but his steps are slow— careful— as he paces towards the entry to the bedroom.

Blue eyes catch her brown ones for a split second as he tries desperately to gauge wether or not she approves of his choice. He can’t read her face though, not before he’s overcome by a terrible wave of anxiety that prompts him to keep moving. He presses the door open, and only stops when he’s by the wooden footboard, toes by his discarded backpack.

“You wanna wash up first?” she asks him patiently, “or loose some layers?”

He withdraws his hand from hers, silently peeling off his t-shirt as she mirrors him, undressing herself and dumping her clothes on a pile in the corner.

“I’m goin’ to wash my face real quick” she tells him next, “You get comfy, okay? unless you wanna use the bathroom too?”

He doesn’t, so he just shakes his head a fraction and tries to console himself by looping his arms across his chest. One of his hands slips up, to paw at his chain whilst he inches himself closer to the side of the bed he knows is for him.

Y/N doesn’t spend long in the adjacent room. She’s back in under five minutes, and when she reappears and finds Bucky curled up under the blankets in their bed, she can’t help the way her smile splits her face.

“Baby boy” she whispers, slipping under the comforter beside him, “You warm enough?”

He’s so warm.

There had been more blankets than he’d imagined, and every single one is thick and soft and he… he can’t believe he really gets to stay there.

He doesn’t reply, he just turns himself over to stare at her face.

And then, he moves his arms, unlacing them from their previous position across his ribs, so that he can reach out for her, even though she’s pretty close already;

Her heart aches as his fists open and close in a silent plea for more affection.

“C’mere” she whispers, indulging him by closing the gap between their fronts, “Bucky, you’re alright.”

He clings to her the second he can. He loops his arms around her waist and holds her tight against him—

“I…I-just w-wanted h-im to know” he croaks, “I’m— I’m not the same.”

“Shhhhhh” she hushes him, hating how splintered his voice is, “He knows, we all know, we love you anyway, it’s okay.”

Hearing that pushes him well past the line of restraint, and before he can do anything to stop it, he’s bawling.

Weak, breathy little sobs wracking his chest as he hides his face in her neck.

“Today’s been a lot for you to process” she tells him, “You’ve done real well, I’m so proud of you”

That only seems to make him cry harder, but, there’s a looseness to it that makes her think it’s better for him to just let it out.

She strokes his back, pressing her lips against his head as he tries to just let the wave of emotion pass.

He blacks out before it does, his body giving in to the adrenaline crash long before his eyes stop streaming.

It’s not the first time he’s sobbed himself to sleep in Y/N’s arms, and she knows it won’t be the last, so, she just soothes him the best she can. Waiting until she’s sure he’s actually unconscious before she lets herself drift off, too.

Bucky doesn’t sleep peacefully.

In all fairness, peaceful isn’t exactly his norm. His norm is restless, it’s light and easily broken.

But that night, he’s particularly unsettled.

He’s tossing and turning so violently that he Y/N wakes more than once.

The first time, it’s a little after midnight. The room is pitch black, and his flesh arm has struck outwards, landing an awkward jab against her thigh.

Instantly, her eyes open, and her own hand reaches out to take hold of his palm.

He seems to acknowledge the contact, even though she can tell from the pattern of his breathing that he is still unconscious.

She runs her thumb across the back of his knuckles until the tension leaves his muscles, until he sags back into the mattress with a sigh.

The next time, it’s three, and he jerks his whole body sidewards, barely staying still for a second before he throws himself over onto his stomach. When Y/N blinks her eyes open again, she sees the way his brow is furrowed behind the curtain of his hair.

He’s grimacing like he’s in pain.

She wonders absentmindedly if he is. If one of the many internal injuries he’s had crudely patched together over the years is hurting him and that’s why he can’t get comfortable, even though he’s already asleep.

It could be his skin too, she thinks, or his head.

Carefully, she reaches out with the hand he’d been holding earlier. She touches the tense surface of his brow and hushes him as she smoothes a piece of hair back behind his ear.

“Shhhh” she soothes, “What’s the matter?”

Bucky twitches restlessly. She lets her fingers trace his temple as his nostrils flare with the effort of deep breathing.

“Baby” she whispers sweetly, “You’re safe… you’re so safe”

His eyelids flicker, his tongue flicks out to wet his dry lips, and then, silently, he curls over onto his other side, so that his face is back, pressed against Y/N’s chest.

She relents instantly, curling her arms around him.

That position seems to help him stay settled, because it’s another 3 hours before he rouses his partner again.

This time, she might have missed it, had she not been pressed against him so closely.

His jaw is chattering, and then, he’s speaking.

At first, it’s inaudible. It’s barely a murmur, but then, it’s enough to wake her;

“Please” he croaks tiredly, “Please, please”

“Buck?” she murmurs, realising what’s happening, “Bucky-”

“Please” he repeats, eyes screwed shut, “Please, I don’t— I don’t want to go, I—”

“Oh, love” she almost yawns, fingers curling across his cheeks,

they’re damp. He’s crying, she realises, he’s crying in his sleep.

That’s awfully sad.

“Wake up” Y/N murmurs, drying his face with her thumb, “Bucky, it’s okay.”

Her voice tugs him out of the dream he’d been trapped in a moment before. He follows it, like the light at the end of a tunnel until he can finally open his eyes, blinking confusedly at her face.

It’s still dark, and his vision is clouded by tears, but still, he can make out the way she’s smiling at him.

Instantly, he remembers exactly why he’s crying.

“I- I didn’t want to go” he tells her wetly, “I- I was with my ma and I— I knew they were goin’ to make me go and do… do those things again and I- I didn’t mean to-”

“C’mere…” she says soothingly, “…You were dreamin’ about your momma?”

His chest rattles loosely as he nods, burying his red nose back behind her ear.

She can feel both of his hands fussing with the blanket beside her waist.

“I was a kid” he tells her shakily, “I- I was in our kitchen… at, at the table we used to have, but, but then I— I looked down and I— I had blood on my hands and then she… she was lookin’ right at me, and I- I had this arm, and the… there, there was someone at the door and I- I knew I- I had to go and I— I didn’t want to— she said— she said I had to, but I- I wanted to say sorry— I didn’t want her to see me like this… I d-didn’t mean too—”

“Oh, baby boy” she says, the second his quiet rambling fades off into sobs, “It’s okay…”

“I… I… didn’t get to s-say goodbye”

She knows he’s not just talking about this dream. She knows how much he misses his mother, and how hard it was for him to accept that she died, and he never got to grieve.

“I know” she agrees softly, “I know, I’m sorry”

He doesn’t talk about his family often. Usually it’s a subject that’s broached on nights like this, when he’s muddled and still half-asleep.

“She- she was mad at me” he whispers nervously, “she… she-”

“She loved you” Y/N counters quickly, “Bucky, she loved you so, so much— She wasn’t mad at you, I promise.”

He blinks, shifting a little so that he can prop himself up and really look at Y/N.

A tear rolls off his nose as he sniffs, the veil of sleep induced fogginess starting to really fall away.

“I woke you up” he whispers after a beat of silence, “I- I’m sorry”

“No” she replies, shaking her head, “don’t worry ‘bout wakin’ me up”

His face is a picture. A heart-breaking picture.

He looks small, she thinks, like he doesn’t know what to do next.

“Do you want a hug?”

Her question makes his head tilt, like he hadn’t expected it at all.

His eyes are still streaming, even as he nods.

“Please” he whispers, ducking back down into her arms, “A… a hug sounds nice.”

That makes her chuckle, as she helps him snuggle against her chest.

“You get all the hugs you want” she reminds him, “Forever, Buck— Unlimited hugs.”

“God” he sniffs, “Even if I wake you up, doll?”

“‘specially when you wake me up” she replies tiredly, “you’ve had a rough night”

Have I?

He doesn’t remember. As he combs through what memories he does have of the recent passed, he can just about grasp periods of discomfort. The abstract concept of pain, and fear, and feeling restrained.

But none of it is terrible.

Not with the way it’s interlaced with her. With the presence of a soft hand to hold onto. With the feeling of gentle fingers against his brow.

“Can you remember if somethin’ was hurtin’ you earlier?” she asks, genuinely curious, “I didn’t want to wake you up to ask.”

“Might’ve been my chest” he murmurs, settling into his position, “it’s been achin’ lately, or… or it could’ve been my back- that’s been playin’ up too”

“Sweetheart” she coos, “Is it sore right now?”

He’s quiet for a second, considering her question.

“A little” he replies honestly, “my backs alright, my… my chest is just— tight.”

“tight” she echos, fingers fluttering down to trace the outline of his ribs, “Is it down here, or higher up?”

“Both” he whispers shyly, “-right… right there is, is tender, doll.”

“Here?” she checks, pausing, fingers hovering just above his lowest three ribs on the right, he nods, and she sighs, understanding why, “They’re the vibranium ones, Buck… The ones they had to fix after your fall, do they bother you a lot?”

“It comes and goes” he grumbles, “it’s just throbbin’ somethin’ fierce…”

Y/N can feel a surgical scar as she lowers her hand, she ignores it as she wraps her arm back around him.

“It’s worse at night” he confesses, “It all is— the achin’, I mean— it… it’s like when I relax it starts up.”

“Yeah” she agrees calmly, “because you’re muscles are real good at compensating— You’ve had a long time to practice movin’ around, and stayin’ tense to keep the pressure off your bones so when you stop, when you soften up, it all starts to hurt.”

It sounds awfully simple when she says it like that.

The smile he offers her is shy, it’s embarrassed because he feels like he should’ve figured that out on his own.

“It’ll get easier” she tells him, “The longer you’re out of cryo, it’ll start to ease off, love… we’ve just gotta keep you warm.”

“You’re doin’ an awfully good job at that” he says, aiming for boyish charm, “I don’t think I’ve ever been so warm”

Y/N just beams, tucking him in even closer to her front as she nuzzles at his jaw;

He lets out a long, audible breath, and tightens both arms around her waist.

“Baby” she murmurs, tone softening again, “You want to go back to sleep?”

Does he?

“Maybe” he answers, “is it early?”

“Mhmm” she says, “four thirty”

“Can I stay here?” he asks, voice muffled by the way he’s buried his face against the crook of her neck, “Or am I smotherin’ you to death?”

He’s half joking.

Y/N indulges him with a soft reel of laughter before shaking her head no.

“You’re not smotherin’ me, Barnes…” she promises, “Get some rest, we’ll get breakfast whenever you’re next up”

“Could…” he mumbles, already half asleep, “Could we make pancakes?”

“Pancakes?” she echos, curious, “Sure.”

“My… My ma used to make them on Sundays…”

“It’s a Tuesday” Y/N teases lightly, already considering the ingredients she has in the small, ensuite kitchen, “but I think I can manage that.”

“I’ll help” he drawls, voice slurring now…

“Alright” she sighs, letting her own eyes close, “Square deal”

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#bucky barnes fluff #bucky barnes x y/n #bucky x reader #bucky barnes imagine #bucky barns x reader #bucky barnes fanfiction #bucky barnes angst #bucky x you #bucky x female reader #bucky x y/n #bucky barnes x you #bucky fanfic #the winter soldier x you #fluff #x reader #drabble #series #BBneverlosthim

[hydr0phius]

Some crack summaries (and just general notes) of Greater Good like how I did with Chaos Rising

Ar'alani: We have technology to aim our weapons with but I'm going to just eyeball this shot here.

...

Thalias: *enters the bridge, is exhausted*

Samakro: Wow, you look like shit.

Thalias: Thanks so much. I really appreciate that.

...

The side of Thaliamakro in this book has me giggling and kicking my feet. If they don't get together romantically I am still here for the friendship. I love them skdjfhsdjf. SAMAKRO SHE'S NOT A SPY THOUGH, MATE-

...

Laknym & Thalias: *open their mouths to explain something to Che'ri or to ask a question of each other while they're down in secondary command*

Kharill: SHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

Thalias: We're-

Kharill: SHHHHHH. NO. NO TALKING. SHUSH.

...

The ominous things being hinted at about the Stybla family's past (the most vicious warriors etc). I'm intrigued. Tell me MORE.

...

*Samakro & Thrawn talking about keeping the Magys on the Springhawk & it's low key an argument*

Samakro: And what do you suppose the Syndicure will think of this?

Lakinda, internally: I hope I don't get dragged into this.

Thrawn: Actually, I wasn't going to tell them *looks at Lakinda*

Lakinda, now officially in the argument: Uhhhh

...

Lakinda: STUPID THRAWN TAKING ALL THE DAMN GLORY!!!!! I DISLIKE THIS MF-

...

Thalias: *wakes up*

The Magys in hibernation:

Thalias: Who the fuck put that the- wait, I said Thrawn and Samakro could put it here. Uh. *proceeds to dress for the day throwing side eye looks at the hibernation chamber and wondering if the magys is just suddenly going to wake up and jump scare her (she's not)*

...

Thalias: *opens the door*

Che'ri, instantly looking inside: WHat's ThAt-

Thalias: A coffin!

Che'ri:

Thalias:

Che'ri: That's a bit weird.

Thalias: The Magys is in hibernation to stop her from offing herself.

Che'ri: o h.

...

Ba'kif: *giving the new orders for Thrawn to be shifted out to the Paataatus again, except there's a lot of political shit going on at the same time*

Samakro: *needling for a bit more info in a subtle way*

Thrawn: *no fucking idea what's happening, but not too pleased about going to the Paataatus hive-home world when he's got a Magys in hibernation in Thalias' room and a puzzle to solve back on Sunrise*

...

Jixtus having music and beanbags at his meeting with Haplif. Haplif struggling to get out of the beanbag with dignity. Jixtus telling him he should bird watch more often.

...

Thurfian: *frothing at the mouth with sheer rage after hearing about the scuffle over Sunrise with the unknown dreadnaught + Lakinda's assistance*

Zistalmu: *approaches*

Thurfian, internally: What if I just laid into him? What if I gave him a verbal lashing? A bit of a tickle up? I'd feel better if I tore something to shreds-

(Also Thurfian): Don't do that. Focus on the end game. FOCUS ON THE END GAME.

Zistalmu: You look happy.

Thurfian: Fuck you-

...

Lakjiip: Look at this *hands Lakuviv the metal report from the Agbui jewellery*

Lakuviv:

Lakuviv: THat's fucKING NYIX ALLOY-

Lakjiip: I KNOW

...

Haplif: *does anything*

Lakphro: What are you planning??? I'll find out. I'll know-

...

Lakjiip: Tell no one of these brooches.

Lakphro: Of course.

*later*

Lakphro: *calls his cousin who is married to a scientist who has connections with other scientists that work with metals etc* Hey so there's this jewellery I'm going to send it to you in the mail-

...

Lakbulbup: Send it through express post.

Lakphro: Have you SEEN the rates for that lately????

...

Qilori of fucking Uandualon. Back again and causing havoc we're all going to see later. He's going to be the reason the skywalkers are targeted by the Grysk, isn't he...

...

Shimkif: Marry me.

Haplif: wHAt-

Shimkif: It'll gain Yoponek and Yomie's trust. It'll be fake too

Haplif: Oh ok.

...

Shimkif: Sorry I was gone so long. I was busy poisoning birds.

Haplif: Amazing.

Yomie: I found another migration up north.

Haplif, internally: No the hell you did not-

...

Haplif: I don't like birds. I've had enough of birds.

Shimkif: *poisons Yomie*

Haplif: Nice, we're out of here.

***

RIP Yomie, you had the brains to figure the Agbui out, but your silly fiancé did not and now we're in a bit of a pickle. Haplif giving Yoponek the brooch he took from Yomie's corpse to Yoponek and telling him she left it for him to pin it to her dress on their wedding day when they met again and Yoponek just believing that day will come and meanwhile Yomie's floating in the damn VOID-

I'm sad about them.

...

Ar'alani: You need to identify yourselves.

Battle Dreadnaught: We've been begged by the people of this world to protect them from threats.

Ar'alani: Oh, so you've talked with the Magys, too?

BD: The what?

Ar'alani: The leader of the people of Sunrise.

BD: Never heard of it.

BD: We were begged though. We will get rid of you if you don't leave.

Ar'alani: Mate-

...

Ar'alani: You need to bring that asteroid's missile with you

Lakinda: Ok.

*later & with no asteroid missile (too slow to get it out intact in time to provide aid to the Vigilant)*

Ar'alani: uUUhhhhh we might not do well with this now...

*more battle. Lakinda lays into the damaged side of the Dreadnaught and pretty much takes it out after Ar'alani draws enemy fire to her ship.*

Ar'alani: Yeah, nice.

...

Lakinda: Oh my stars, what if Thrawn's not even that good? What if it was just Ar'alani all along- no. No, he is good. He just learned from the best. *is a little bit obsessed with Ar'alani and Thrawn's history*

...

Ar'alani: Ok, Csilla said you have to go help Thrawn with the pirates, but I know you have beef with him-

Lakinda: I do NOT have beef with Thrawn.

Ar'alani: You get this annoyed look and tone whenever you interact with him even if he's not being annoying.

Ar'alani: Anyway, as Admiral I can just keep you here if you don't want to go.

Lakinda: No, it's fine.

Ar'alani: Sure.

...

HHhhh ok. Haplif is getting so much Chiss info and Lakuviv and Co. are completely unaware they're being played and I'm scared about how this whole thing with the Nyix mines is going to play out.

...

Lakbulbup: Hey so there's this guy called Senior Captain Thrawn and he's good with analysing art-

Lakphro: Yeah fine. Send the brooch to him.

...

Captain Fsir: aaaaa help, we're being attacked by Vagaari scouts.

Thrawn, off mic to the bridge crew: This is a set up.

...

Thrawn: I have a plan but I need to see inside your ship first.

Fsir: What-

(He got invited over and took them down so fast at the "pirate base" because of it lmao).

...

Lakooni: *comm dies after she sends the emergency family summons* LAKUVIV. Your comm is shiet

Lakuviv: That officer you were talking to was me, I'm sorry it had to go this way *pulls a blaster on her* if you'll follow me to my private rooms-

Lakooni, absolutely furious: I'm going to fuck you up so bad for this, do you even know? Do you know what you've unleashed? I'll end your entire career, you backstabbing son of a bi-

Lakuviv: *raises blaster a bit higher*

Lakooni: FIne.

(I can't be the only one whose mind went straight to the gutter and wondered if AO3 had anything with them jxfkjeasdfkjsd)

...

Every time someone says "yeah, we'll swing by," (which is a lot actually now that I think about it) gave me a bit of a giggle. It made conversation feel more real.

...

Lakinda when the summons came through: Ok but does Thrawn NEED me there? no. He just needs my ship *leaves*

...

Apros when Grayshrike eventually meets up with Springhawk: Lakinda got called away on a family emergency order put out to all CEDF Xodlak that weren't in immediate battles or on critical missions.

Thrawn, pissed: WHAt-

Samakro, also pissed and angry at Apros: DID YOU TRY TO STOP HER?

Apros, not able to be pissed with Thrawn because he's higher rank, but able to be pissed with Samakro because they're the same rank and therefore fair game: YES. WHY THE FUCK WOULD I NOT?

Apros: oh btw, Thrawn, she said this had come for you *gives him Lakphro's brooch*

Thrawn: Ooh, pretty.

...

Thrawn to the Magys: Wakey wakey, do you know what this is? *holds up the brooch*

The Magys: The work of my people. It looks new, though.

Thalias: surprise, they're not dead.

The Magys: There is hope!

*when they've put The Magys back into hibernation*

Thrawn: We also have three families being scammed.

Samakro: *grumpy noises*

...

Lakinda, just woken up: What do you want?

Thrawn over comms: You're being scammed. There are no mines. It's a set up.

Lakinda: Damn.

Thrawn: I have a plan though!

Lakinda once he's explained: From the bottom of my heart, what the fuck-

Samakro: That's insane actually.

Thrawn: Well if you two come up with anything better, let me know <3

...

Samakro convincing everyone that Thrawn's plans are strictly military and that he's got no clue with politics and doesn't know how to play them anyway (which is still wild to me tbh. I don't believe it) and then even convincing himself on it too/that Thrawn's their best commander even if his plans are insane sometimes.

...

I'm still processing the 3 families showdown over Sunrise but Thrawn's plan worked a treat even with family politics fucking up Lakinda's end (my girl got thrown in the brig for talking to Thrawn/warning him that at the end of this the embarrassment at finding out they were being scammed would have worse fallout than the actual fight that they didn't think of when they were making the plan).

...

Lakinda: Oh my gods it was Ar'alani copying Thrawn's tactics the whole time-

...

Thyklo: Patriarch Thooraki is dead.

Thurfian: Ah. Condolences.

Thyklo: You're replacing him.

Thurfian: It is an honour.

Thurfian, internally: holy FUCK- Zistalmu is going to lose his damn mind lmfao.

#thrawn ascendancy: greater good #hydro rambles #thrawn #ar'alani #thalias #samakro #che'ri #ba'kif #haplif #jixtus #lakinda #thurfian #lakphro #lakuviv #lakooni #laknym

[the-witch-of-one-piece]

Hello Val 🧡 I was wondering if I could request a spin for Borsalino and Akainu with female reader,tysm ☺️

Hello Anon babes!!!✨💗🥰 Yes of course I could do this for you!!! Spinning the wheel for Mr. Borsalino he got praising kink!! I hope you enjoy love !!! ✨💗💖

TW: praising kink and vagina penetration wc:600

Borsalino x Fem Reader: Good little Marine N/SFW

“I see you eager for some overtime.” Borsalino spoke as he closed the door to his office hearing the clicking sound as it locked. The lanky man with a lax expression,this chill back smile appearing on his face as he walked towards your standing figure. The closer he got  you took a few steps back as you felt your ass touching the edge of his desk. “By all means have a seat… I think my desk is going to get to know you a lot better like I have.” “Aren’t you afraid of-.” Before you could finish  you could hear him place his finger on your like as if he was telling you to ‘shhhhhh’ “ Getting caught?” Borsalino spoke in a monotone voice. “Trust me I don’t think someone will come in the majority of the people left and if someone hears us, so let it be.” Brushing your hair off your shoulder, his hand traveling down your arm as he found  your thigh.  As he brought his head to your eye level, he leaned in kissing your lips. You could feel the force of the kiss he was giving as you began to lean back, your arms draped around his neck bringing his body closer to yours.  Borsalino was amused how easily you melted once things became more intimate with him. Just to see  how eager you were made him turn on. Tempting him in some way nibbles on his bottom lip. “You're so playful right now. My my I shouldn’t keep a pretty thing like you waiting.” his lips  hovering over yours as you felt his large callous hands pulling down your pants more. His hands pushed your legs open wider as he looked at your exposed cunt. Seeing your juices on your pussy. Feeling a bit bashful he could feel your wanting to snap your legs closed shut you. “Must you look at it that way Kizaru?” you spoke in a shy tone. His eyes drew away from your cunt to your face. “I’m not allowed to admire all the parts of your body?” he asked. “A man like myself I feel lucky to have such a beautiful thing right in front of me.” Feeling your face becoming hot ,you covered your face feeling a bit embarrassed until feeling his hands removed your hands covering your face. “Don’t cover that pretty face of yours. Especially for the next part…. I want to see the sheer face of pure ecstasy as my cock enters you.” His words sent a chill down your spine as you felt a large member that was familiar enter your cunt. Shutting your lips tightly together you tried to hide the moans. Still a little worried that someone could be here and they would be able to hear you moan. “Nnghhh~~~”  your fingers gripping the sheets of paper that were on the desk , his cup of pens falling to the floor. The creaking of the desk as he was thrusting in and out. “No need to conceal that voice of yours. I love the way you say my name. Trust me no one will give you a tough time my little Marine.” he spoke with a gruff tone, his hands gripping on your thighs, steading his hip thrusting. For some reason you were holding your breath and it was making your lighthead. You finally separated your plump lips taking one deep breath and your voice lingered into a moan. “Kiz-aru~~~”  at this point you were going to take his word if someone would give you a hard time they would deal with him.

#Borsalino x reader #kizaru #admiral kizaru #kizaru x reader #one piece #one piece x reader #one piece scenario #one piece x reader insert #the witch of one piece #lets play n/sfw

[rowan-sins]

𝑀𝒶𝓉𝒸𝒽𝓊𝓅 𝒻𝑜𝓇 𝓂𝓎 𝒷𝑒𝓁𝑜𝓋𝑒𝒹 𝒻𝓇𝒾𝑒𝓃𝒹, 𝒿𝒾𝓃𝑔𝓁𝑒𝓈

𝒯𝒽𝒾𝓈 𝒾𝓈 (𝟣) 𝑜𝒻 (𝟣𝟢) 𝓈𝓁𝑜𝓉𝓈 𝓊𝓈𝑒𝒹. 𝒯𝒽𝑒𝓇𝑒 𝒶𝓇𝑒 (𝟫) 𝓁𝑒𝒻𝓉

𝕸𝖆𝖙𝖈𝖍𝖚𝖕 𝖈𝖍𝖆𝖗𝖆𝖈𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖘 (1) 𝖔𝖋 (2) 𝖗𝖊𝖖𝖚𝖊𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖉

𝔗𝔯𝔞𝔫𝔰𝔣𝔬𝔯𝔪𝔢𝔯𝔰 𝔞𝔫𝔦𝔪𝔞𝔱𝔢𝔡: 𝔖𝔱𝔞𝔯𝔰𝔠𝔯𝔢𝔞𝔪

I can’t think of a single other person who would be a better match for you than TFA Starscream. Your heart is so full of love and forgiveness (girl I know you; you may be snarky but you’re such a sweetheart too), and he is in DESPERATE need of it. Despite his outward persona of an egotistical maniac, Starscream lives for the praise you give him. The words you write are beautiful, and the words you say about him make his spark flutter, derma quiver, and his optics shine a cherry red.

He’s going to be distrustful of your praise and affection at first, but still be drawn to it like a moth to a flame. How could he not? You’re everything he looks for in a person. Even if some dark part of his process thinks, insists this is conditional, he still comes back to you. He thought humans were disgusting till he met you (he still does, but shhhhhh you don’t need to know), but YOU, Primmus, you make him question everything.

Once you manage to convince him that your affection is unwavering and your loyalty is unconditional, the floodgates for all the affection and love he has for you opens. His main love languages are gift giving and words of affirmation, so expect LOTS of gifts. He’d steal the tiffany diamond for you, if you asked (and even if you didn’t… You’ve had to return it twice now).

Once he gets a feel for what kind of things you like, expect to never want again. He gets his grubby decepticon hands on the PS5 three days before it’s official release. That new Sailor Moon Victoria Secret collab? Yours. Looking for a new laptop because the ram on your current one is too slow? He gets you one of the nicest gaming laptops on the market.

He has a secret love of the ocean, so he loves flying you places to take you swimming. He’ll sneak you onto a private beach in Hawaii and that’s where he’d pop the question. Nobody but you to, the sunset behind your brown hair, skin reflecting the glow of the pinks and oranges across the sky. He kisses you when you say yes, and then complains about how you taste like salt water. (“Who dropped me in the middle of the pacific ocean!” He doesn’t look remorseful at all when he says “oops” and places his lips against yours again. You’ll have to fix that later.)

He calls you his fireball, or his little spitfire, and you probably hate it but the way he holds you in his hand as he brings you closer to your face warms your heart. Only a little. Not enough to kick his thumb as hard as you can before you kiss him. You both have your insecurities about things, and he won’t hesitate to try to soothe yours as soon as they rear their ugly head. (“You have more worth than Atlas could carry on his shoulders,” he says to you once, late at night under the stars. His whispers blows the sand out of your hair. “Where did you read that,” you giggle at him. “The poem writes itself when I look in your eyes.” You pause for a moment. “What did you do this time?” He pushes himself up and rolls over on top of you. “I did technically break the security system to get you onto this beach. We have about 15 minutes before they find us.” “… Damn it screams.”)

He’s a lot better at showing it than saying it, often times stumbling over his words when complimenting you. HOWEVER, he’s the president of your fan club and head of your defense squad. If anyone gives you shit or leers at you funny for how you dress he’s the first to tell them to gouge their eyes out. He’s incredibly protective of you, not because he doesn’t trust you (he trust you… a lot. More than he cares to admit to even himself), but because he doesn’t trust anyone else. He does like it when you show off the goods though. Please dress up for him around the house, he’ll lose his mind if he sees you in that skintight backless dress. I didn’t tell you this but he’s a sucker for bunny suits and virgin killer sweaters.

He really holds you in the highest regards. He hopes to rule Cybertron one day, with you by his side. He can’t think of a better queen. Your determination and wit are something he admires and adores, and the way you seem to care, so strongly and deeply, like it’s ingrained in you, makes him confident in your ability to rule beside him. He’s put all his chips in on you, so make it worth it for him. Please.

𝕸𝖆𝖙𝖈𝖍𝖚𝖕 𝖈𝖍𝖆𝖗𝖆𝖈𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖘 (2) 𝖔𝖋 (2) 𝖗𝖊𝖖𝖚𝖊𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖉

𝔗𝔯𝔞𝔫𝔰𝔣𝔬𝔯𝔪𝔢𝔯𝔰 𝔓𝔯𝔦𝔪𝔢: ℜ𝔞𝔱𝔠𝔥𝔢𝔱

Your meeting is like an explosion. He’s never been too fond of the native inhabitants of this planet. But he’s also not too fond of a lot of things so you never take it to heart, even if your snarky comebacks say otherwise.

He’ll be the first to admit he didn’t like you at first. He’ll be the first to admit you didn’t make the greatest impression on him, craning you neck to look at him with those wide green eyes and then asking him if he was red or orange. “Tch, I don’t see how that matters human,” he had said, turning back to his work.

He doesn’t really see what you contribute to team prime until he sees all the little things you do with his own eyes. And as he observes you, he understands that you’ve woven yourself as an integral part of the team. The first time he sees it he’s almost shocked. The way you expertly herd Miko away from the ground bridge so she can’t sneak through with bulkhead. She was so busy talking about a new band with you she didn’t even realize that they left on the mission without her. He makes a point to thank you once she unglues herself from you.

After that he starts to notice all the things you do right, instead of all the things you say wrong. The way you make sure Raf actually eats something besides Capri-suns and twinkies, and how you make sure Jack takes a break from the X-box so his homework gets done. All the times you’ve snapped at him, “is you vox filter broken Ratchet?” have become a candle to the flame of the help you’ve done for the team.

He’s surprised to see this mom-friend attitude directed towards him for the first time. “When’s the last time you’ve recharged, Ratchet.” “Us Cybertronians don’t need to-“ “Stop deflecting you know you should have gone to bed cycles ago, haven’t you?” “Just because I don’t say anything you nag the other humans doesn’t mean-“ “Asking you to take care of yourself isn’t nagging.” Is it nagging? He asks himself. It certainly felt like nagging, even if it was coming from the heart and she had a point. He should have gone to bed cycles ago, if the warnings popping up on his HUD were anything to go by.

It’s this small victory that kickstarts your enemies to friends to lovers arc. He slowly starts relying on you as he notices that you can be relied on, that you want him to rely on you. That when you ask him about his day, its because you want to know about his day, and it’s not some attempt at human small talk. He opens up to you, slowly but surely, as he realizes that there’s a depth to you that he’s failed to see until now. It’s like somewhere deep in your human body there’s a spark, whirling in circles with an EMF that pulls him in the farther he pushes away.

Miko catches on first to his feelings. She finds out before he does. “You like her don’t you, Ratchet.” “Like her? She’s my team-mate!” “You like-like her, we can all see it.” “Get off of my desk, you tiny bolt-head.” “Doesn’t change the fact that she likes you back. Just go for it!”

So, he lets his spark drift closer to yours. He lets you help with projects, and he lets you sit on his shoulder to see the screen better. Sometimes, you need to tell him to step away from a project, and he takes you on drives and lets you read your writing to him. He treasures it deeply. If he can build up the courage, he’ll ask you to write poems for him, and when you read them to him he melts into a puddle. You can hear his engine purring and the static in his voice as he stutters out a “thank you.” He’ll forget to turn the AC on in his vehicle mode so you slip off your sweatshirt and he can see you in the crop top you wore underneath. He won’t tell anyone, especially you, but he loves the more revealing outfits you wear. You show him photos from when you went swimming with a few friends and he loses his mind.

(Take him swimming with you, he’ll find you a lake in the middle of nowhere and make a day of it. It’s not a date, he tells himself as he pulls out a picnic basket. It’s not a date he tells himself as you rest your hands on his. It’s not a date he says as he constantly glances at your lips. It’s not a date he says while he thinks about how soft they are. It’s not a date he says when you ask to touch his face. It’s not a date when you press your lips against his derma and he finds everything he didn’t know he was missing in that moment.)

You become significantly closer to him after that 8 hour disappearance, laughing while toweling yourself dry walking through the ground bridge. He’s quick to try to keep you safe from harm, he’d become the wall between you and the decepticons if he had to. He hopes he doesn’t, he’d much rather spend the rest of your life with him than spend his to protect yours, but he’d claw his spark out of his chassis for you.

The first time he comes to your house, a small cottage in the middle of nowhere, no-one for miles in the desert, he can’t help but hold you close in your backyard, sharing constellations and stories and kisses between giggles. This is a well-deserved break for the medic. You’ve become his resting place, his home, his hearth, his heart. And he tells you this. He tells you he loves you. (“Love is ridiculous,” you remember him telling you one day at the base, “love is something I’ve never found or wanted the time for.” He remembers your somber smile at his ‘bah-humbug’ attitude. “You’re lucky I think you being grumpy is cute.”)

You cry when he chooses to stay on earth instead of go back to cybertron. You cry when he chooses you over his home, the very thing he spent half his life fighting to protect. And you cry when he asks you to stay with him for all of it. He feels a sense of duty to protect the earth. He feels a sense of duty to protect you. He’ll be the wall between you and all your troubles, if you can be the wall he can lean on when he’s tired.

#maccadam #transformers animated #transformers prime #starscream #ratchet #tfp ratchet #tfa starscream #match up

[m0rb1dch1ld]

@v-hub-v ((enjooooy~))

Tsu had not slept well in what felt like a good week. Agitation and irritation were slowly eating at her. She could feel her skin slowly droop from the bottom of her eyes. There has even been a couple instances of her passing out on the devil’s nest’s couch. For the past week she had been hearing constant running, giggling, and chatter going on within the comforts of her room. However when she woke up to check? No one would be there. If that wasn’t bad enough she would wake up to something kicking the bed from underneath. Everytime she’d check, it always seemed to come up uneventful. What’s worse? Her things were now going missing. Her books, a crystal ball, and a few items she had gathered on her adventures. The books she initially dismissed, chalking it up to being one of the gang members to have wanted a book to read. Then it became less innocent as the bookshelves started to become more and more empty.

What the bloody hell is going on? She pondered.

That night, she laid in bed and could feel sleep about to overtake her when she could hear the faintest of giggling underneath her. A disturbed, angry look bloomed on her face as reality hit her.

“Shhhhhh, you’re going to wake her up!”

“No I’m not!”

“Shut up!”

“Make me !!”

“She’s so easy to pick on!”

“you go out there and get it!”

Tsu slowly turned to her side, careful as to not make any creaks from the bed. She covered her mouth the moment she saw a little arm slowly dip from underneath her bed. It was shadowy in appearance but she could tell they were wearing a long sleeved shirt with a bones painted on it.

She quickly grabbed his arm, almost death gripping it. “Gotcha.” She hissed in anger.

“Let me go!!! She’s got me!!!” Barrel screeched.

The other goons immediately came out of the bed and it wasn’t long before they started yelling at her to drop him. Tsu glared at them and with a flick of her other wrist, she summoned her keyblade. The room immediately went silent minus the muffled bar chatter from downstairs.

“See this?”

“Mhm.” Lock said.

“You don’t want me to use this and quite frankly, I have many more ways to get you 3 to talk… all I have to do is scream.” She threatened, using the dark voice her the gang taught her. “So you three better sit the hell down and cooperate with everything I have to say or else I’m going to have to get my friends to deal with you.”

“And what are they gonna do?” Barrel sneered.

“Oh would you like me to demonstrate?” She darkly chuckled. “I remember last week, one guy came in quite scared. One of the biggest gentlemen downstairs—lovely man— told me not to go down into the basement. I never saw him leave—“

“OKAY OKAY WE PROMISE!” Shock shouted and tsu slowly let barrel go, still pointing her keyblade at them.

“Good. Now sit down and tell me: are you guys the one who stole my stuff?” She began.

“Y-yea! That was us! But we can make it up to you!!!” Lock added, “there’s a land of sweets and candy!”

A land of sweets and candy?? It peaked her interest. Logic was slowly slipping from the fatigue. “..and why should I believe you?” She tilted her head.

“We…we live there!” Barrel added. “We can take you there!”

“On the condition of I want my stuff back and for you three to leave me alone.”

~~~~

She looked down into the trench that surrounded their tree house. The amount of confusion she felt as her gaze went from the trench to the tree. “…I uh…am quite confused. Is this the land of candy you all speak about? Not to be rude…but it looks quite…ugly.��� She asked.

Shock answered, “it’s down there trust me! We can get you in there!”

“All the sweets and candy you can possibly dream of!” Lock chimed in, “who wouldn’t want that?”

“I don’t know…” she huffed.

#((tsu is back and I miss her so much)) #tsu phantom hive #daughter of greed #devils nests girl #rp #v-hub-v

[shoezuki]

piglin techno confusing the fuck out of ranboo hcs

i jus be doin some shit sometimes n then my brain is like ‘hey think a this’ and i been tryin to type this out but my internet is so bad rn i couldnt even Open a new post what the fuck. anywayss. this ran so long. so fucking long

started with ‘i wonder how piglins act’ and now technoblade is doin some shit, ranboo is so confused, and philza is a delighted bystander who is having the time of his life

technoblade is 100% piglin. many people think he’s part human to some degree but hes Completely and Utterly piglin

most assume as much since he doesnt begin to rot in the overworld. but short answer; he’s Built Different

long answer is a blessing of the bloodgod but shhhhhh

techno never corrects anyone or talks about being piglin or Anything. he just doesnt care what other people think and assume. the only one who Knows is phil

phil had first thought it was out of some sort of shame or desire to Hide it but. yeah. no. techno jus doesnt care. build; different

although more Notable piglin traits come to like if he’s close to people

piglins are both social and anti social. kinda. they can be hugely independent, do well without ‘proper’ socialization for a Long while. but they group together for Lifetimes. once piglins find a family or friends and expend Full trust to them. its all or nothing you Cant break them up

how tommy betrayed and turned his back on techno just. its like a physical pain. once he trusted and respected him, the mere Idea of betrayal was nowhere in question. it never occurred to him

philza is now the only person that techno consciously and subconsciously considers him a part of his ‘pack’ (i cant figure out a better term but that one doesnt Fit)

techno never realizes when he acts piglin traits out towards those he trusts. he never does so in company outside of what he considers family. philza notices though.

phil tends to study and research other races and cultures a lot. he’s been around a long while, has met many people of all different backgrounds. he likes knowing and understanding what he can. its just fun too.

it mostly started when he first met techno because he wanted to figure out what the FUCK techno was doing without asking and therefore embarrassing him

but phil knows techno well. and he knows piglins well enough. and he Knows techno doesnt ever seem to be self aware of his more inhuman habits

but Phil knows. and he Notices when techno starts to consider ranboo a part of the pack

First, it’s gifts.

surprisingly, its ranboo giving techno the axe first

he wasnt there to see it. but phil might as well have been present, considering how Horrifically in depth techno ‘ranted’ to him bout it

but techno reciprocates it and Then he really starts to notice more and more

first, it was giving the enchanted apple to ranboo. sure it Technically had been swiped by techno out from under ranboo but it was still Something. techno wasnt one to give up valuables easily

then techno starts ‘complaining’ about ranboos living area. and his eating habits. phil looks away when techno smuggles golden carrots into ranboo’s shack 

eventually technoblade is crafting ranboo a cloak to match their own and he’s freaking out about ranboo’s height and his dimensions and how much cloth he’ll need but he refuses to ask ranboo and phil is holding his head in his hands

(phil forces techno to gift him the cloak in person rather than stash it under his pillow and run like he’d planned. techno bitched about it but after ranboo practically lit up, burying himself in the cloak and thanking techno so hard his throat mustve hurt, techno was so practically purring the rest of the day)

after gifts, its noises. 

techno is seemingly silent. he doesnt speak up much, moves so quietly people tend to jump when he appears. 

in reality, he talks to himself constantly. either when alone or when in phil’s company. philza knows that aspect is the ‘voices’, and also just technoblade’s tendency to fill the silence and wonder his own thoughts aloud

but the snorts, squeels, grumbles, and other sounds he makes without realizing are some phil knows are piglin

its often guttural, a noise he makes in the back of his throat that rumbles and reverberates through his bones. 

itd sound terrifying to anyone, but after years of techno trilling deep when phil enters a room, when he returns from some sort of journey, when he says hello or makes his presence known in anyway, phil realized its more like a greeting. excitement to see him. it became something sweet

long story short ranboo nearly jumped so high his head went through the ceiling when he’d first walked into the home, said hello, and some gruff purr sounded from the techno’s chest

theyd both jumped so hard, stared at each other as if they were trying to figure out what was wrong with the other 

phil was physically pained as he held back his laughter to the point he was crying. that changed the subject to him quickly

it didnt happen again for a while, but phil didnt say anything and just watched. it was too entertaining

techno would make his small squeals between breaths when he remembered something, muttered to himself, snorted and huffed even as ranboo was around

ranboo got used to it. he stopped jumping or even looking confused when techno trilled some sort of deep purr when ranboo would join them for dinner

lastly, techno was tactile

or, as tactile as he could be. techno wasnt touchy even on a great day. he was selective, reserved, would lean into phil or loop an arm over his shoulders but would never say anything about it

phil didnt question it and would just pat techno on the arm without saying a word

but. sometimes. when phil would be gone for a long time, techno would rest the entire weight of his head on phil’s shoulder, practically encapturing him, rumbling and grumbling so harsh it shook phil’s whole body

phil still wasnt certain on this one. he couldnt find much in the way of what it meant. piglin’s tended to stay with their own, and they never reunited after long periods of time because they never would dare to separate for long

 he was kind of guessing here, but the way techno would drop his shoulders and practically melt made phil think he was just missing him and wanted to confirm phil’s presence. 

it wasnt like he complained. it was sweet

ranboo had been gone a while. he was vague on why, or where. phil had a suspicion or two but ranboo kept a lot of secrets

neither techno or phil pried too far, but phil could tell it was disconcerting to techno. he was tense and kept himself almost deathly busy for two weeks

(piglin rarely if ever kept secrets from one another, phil had read once. omitting a few things here and there, maybe. but lying or deception was out of the question)

phil hadn’t been there when ranboo returned. he’d been gathering firewood after techno was insistent they completely top up all of ranboo’s stores

he’d heard the muffled growls techno made as he walked towards ranboos shack, before even seeing him. 

when phil found them techno had ranboo nearly completely obscured in his cape, and definitely he’d have been out of sight if he was any shorter. 

techno’s head was lofted heavy in the crook of ranboo’s neck, forcing ranboo to hunch with arms wrapped tight around ranboo. his arms were pinned. 

ranboo caught his eyes, looking so scattered and tired and confused and maybe even terrified. he might have spoken or maybe he just mouthed ‘help me’ but the gruff purr-like sound techno made was too loud to hear him anyways

philza shoved his fist in his mouth to keep from laughing

later that night ranboo asked phil if techno was going to kill him. phil wanted to scream

even later then, techno had admitted to phil that, yeah, okay, maybe ranboo was growing on him. phil had never felt so violent

#mcyt #dream smp #philza #technoblade #ranboo #long post #borealis #if this is tagged with anything fucking weird in any which way i will go on a rampage i swear to god #but anyways. help. #this ran so far #idk should i put it under a readmore?? i hate those things #dont like how they break up text #but this is #long as hell kalskhg

[lolita-lollipop]

yandere other mother x reader- Coraline au

warnings- yandere behavior, platonic yandere, manipulation, slight infantilism, mentions of neglect, false reality,

this one really isn't bad, but just to warn you, if any of these things trigger you, please don't read!

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“Y/n this is insane! Can’t you see that she’s crazy?!” Coraline yelled at you from inside the dusty room while the three ghosts watched, their mouths had been sewn shut long ago, so they weren’t able to intervene. You stood there, feeling like you wanted to cry, this “other mother” was amazing, your real parents never showed much affection, going far enough that it could be Called neglect, so when your other mother held you in her lap, and braided your hair, and gave you warm hugs, and kisses on the cheeks, you felt happy. Your other father was just as amazing, but still, their treatment of you felt similar to one of a baby’s, always treating you like a young child who can’t think for themselves. Coraline noticed this far earlier, while you remained happy and oblivious, the buttons for eyes were the last straw for her.

“I know okay! I just, she’s so nice, I don’t even know what to think anymore, you know what it feels like to actually have parents… I don't, my entire life I’ve been shoved in a little blue house down the stairs and told ‘don't disappoint us’ by my parents! I just want to feel loved… it’s just, it’s just not fair” you spoke, lip quivering, you couldn’t even remember the last time you allowed yourself to cry, you weren’t supposed to love the “other parents” but you did, they were the parents you never had, and you just had to live them. At this point silent tears were trailing down your cheeks, Coraline remained fuming at you, not even sparing a moment to acknowledge the two small black buttons that seemed to appear out of nowhere, peeking through the wall.

“That doesn’t matter, do you really want tiny little needles poking in and out of your eyeballs? Do you really want to leave your real parents behind? Do you want me to leave you behind?” She seethed, you shook your head, letting out a few small whimpers and sobs under your breath, you hated that she was right, you hated it so much, you couldn’t just leave everything in the real world for this parallel universe void of life, you should want to back there right? where no one cared about you, where no one loved you, where you were nothing.

“Coraline? Is that any way to speak to your friend?” A soft voice rang from behind your form, the few lost souls floating in the room ten up, showering to the far corners where the other mother couldn’t see them, then you felt warm hands engulf your waist, pulling you closer to the women’s chest, you subconsciously leave into her warmth, she glared down at Coraline, stoking your head lovingly. In reality, she hadn’t wanted for you to get pushed down here, but Coraline was getting in the way, and you just got caught in the crossfire, she did make sure that your landing was softer though, while Coraline's was harsh.

“You don’t get to tell us what to do, you aren’t her mother.” Coraline breathed out, slimming her eyes into a harsh stare at the woman in whose chest you were sobbing into. One moment, you were in the cold cellar-like room, the next, you were back in the baby pink room that was yours in this place, your true room was a boring white, with a ritzy mattress in the middle, and a small cabinet that served as a closet. Although you didn’t particularly like the color pink, it was nice to know that someone cared enough to bring true colors into your life. The other mother continued her embrace, picking up and cradling your head against her shoulder, you felt a wave of drowsiness overtake your senses, it hit you like a pound of bricks, and you squeezed the back of the women’s shirt to see if you were dreaming or not, her hold just felt so… comforting.

“Was she mean to you darling? Don’t you worry your little head about it, shhhhhh, just fall asleep, mother will take care of everything.” She spoke, bouncing slightly up and down with each step she took towards the large bed that was displayed in the center of the room. You barely muttered a small “wait” before falling asleep in her arms. She tenderly placed your body under the silky sheets, wrapping you up with the soft fabric and placing a small pig plushy next to you, keeping an eye on her precious’s little daughter while she tended to some “housework”.

The second you went unconscious you slipped into a weird dream, you were walking on a thin sheet of water, in a pitch dark room, it was so cold like someone had dunked you in a bucket of ice, you stared out into the nothingness, gradually growing more anxious, where are you?

“HELLO! IS ANYBODY OUT THERE!” You screamed, only to be greeted by the echo of your own words, nothing more, nothing less. You started to swivel around in a moment of panic, having just about no idea what could happen to you in this dark abyss. That was until you dek the floor below you disappear, and you popped into existence into a completely different place, it was a medium sized room, the layout was similar to a grocery store, multiple shelves made the room feel smaller, what was odd about it, was that all the shelves were packed with hundreds of snowglobes. You admired the pretty glass structures as you slowly walked down the aisles, each had a completely different design, with little figures inside, you found it adorable, ogling at the pretty things. That was until you heard quiet clicking of heels, and your other mother came into view.

“There you go, now don’t be rude to me! You are a very lucky girl that I’m even letting you live, you should know much better than to taint my daughter's mind with your filthy voice, oh you make such a great addition to my collection! Enjoy your stay, forever” she chimed, you were positive that she couldn’t see you, mainly because you were standing frozen directly in front of her, and she hadn’t acknowledged you. At least you weren’t freezing anymore! You tiptoed closer to the snowglobe that was just placed among the collections, wondering why your mother was so enthusiastic about it. And saw nothing special about it, other than the bright yellow raincoat that adorned the figurine.

you remained completely unaware. of the thousands of button eyes that watched you from the globes, begging to be shattered, and set free.

“Pretty” you muttered to yourself before the world faded again, and you were back into your body, snuggled up under the covers, clutching the pig plushy close to your chest, you felt awake, but also very asleep, forgetting your entire dream the moment your eyes opened, slightly surprised to see that you were still in the pink room, in the other house. You could hear the feint sound of your bedroom door opening, the creak rang through the room. And the other mother smiled softly at your lovable position, cooing under her breath, trying not to be too loud and wake you up.

“Darling, we have to get up now, oh I know I know your still tired, but it’s dinner time, you can’t stay in bed all night, little sleepyhead, my little sleepyhead.” She spoke, rubbing your shoulder while you groaned at the sudden speaking and noise. You didn't know how long that dream lasted, but you did know that it was odd, so odd that in fact, it made up your mind for you about the whole button eyes thing.

“Uhm- Mother? I-I’m sorry, but I- I don’t want to put buttons in my eyes.” You muttered, awaiting a harsh reaction, but instead, getting another one of her sweet smiles, she picked you up again and sat you in her lap, your small frame getting engulfed by hers.

“Oh is that what you were worrying so hard about? Don’t worry honey, you never were going to have to sow buttons in your eyes, it was just to see if I could trust you, and I know that I can trust you now.” She stated, calmly, a little too calmly. So… she lied? You got in a fight with your best friend because she wanted to “see if she could trust you”?

“Oh- okay, where coralline though? Can I talk to her? Please, mother?” You started begging after seeing her stoic expression, why did you want to see her? Was she not good enough for you? Coralline was mean to you, she hurt her little girl! Why did you want to see her? We’re you going to leave your mother for a snobby brat? She tightened her hold on you, pressing you closer to her, whispering little “shh” or “stay with me” in your ear, for some reason, you couldn't place what Coraline's face looked like, even though you had seen her just earlier, any memories of her were slowly dimming, fuzzy spots started appearing in any of those memories, and like turning of a staticky tv, they disappeared. You couldn’t even remember the name “coralline” after a few minutes of being cradled in this women’s lap.

“Cmon darling, let’s go eat dinner now, your father made it this time, I’m surprised he hasn't burn down the kitchen!” She spoke, getting a few sleepy giggles out of you. After helping you down the stairs she led you to the dining room, where you went on and sat at the large table next to your two parents. And so, you forgot about your “real” world, staying young forever here, even growing younger and smaller as time went on, forgetting about coralline, and your parents, and the small door, you lived your life happy, dressed in frilly pink clothing, learning to lobe your mother as she grew more obsessed with you, she got what she wanted in the end

You stayed mother’s little girl forever

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have a great day today :)

#yandere x reader #coraline #yandereothermother #other mother #yandere x y/n #cuddling & snuggling #buttons #snow globe #yanderecoraline #alternate universe #platonic obsession #platonic yandere #darling #infantilism

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Looney's Sister - Harry Potter x Fem!Lovegood!Reader

That's right bitches, bros, and nonbinary hoes. I'm back. I'm so happy that I finished a oneshot. AAAAAAHHHHHHHH! I'm sorry I've taken so long to post. But, it's here now!

Harry didn't know when his fondness for Luna's sister, Y/N, started. He just knew that he liked her a lot. They were quite good friends, actually. A few years ago, she saw him struggling with herbology, which just so happened to be Y/N's strong suit. It quite convenient honestly, especially when you consider the fact that Y/N was have issues in Defense Against the Dark Arts.

He knew from the start that his feelings for her were more than platonic. What he didn't expect was for him to fall so hard. But, how could he not when she was so perfect.

Her bubbly personality was so inviting and warm. Her eyes made e/c his favorite color. He adored her laugh; it sounded like a beautiful melody. Her smile was just as stunning.

Godric, I'm whipped, he thought. There was one issue, though. He couldn't for the life of him ask her out, ironic for a Gryffindor. What if she doesn't like me? How do I ask her out?

His mind would race into the late hours of the night, wondering how he would work up the courage to ask her out. He knew she wouldn't like something big and extravagant, for she had trouble processing lots of information at once, much like her sister. Her sister!

Harry wondered how he never thought of asking Luna before. I mean, their personalities mirrored each other almost perfectly. He quickly ran to the forbidden forest. Luna spent most of her time there.

"Hello, Harry." A dreamy voice called to him.

"Hello, Luna."

"Is there a reason you are here?"

"Umm... yeah." Harry's face became very hot suddenly, a stark contrast to the nippy weather that morning. "I-uh. I should probably come right out and say it, shouldn't I?"

"Yes, that would be most appreciated." Luna responded. Harry couldn't tell if she was sarcastic or not.

"I've fallen deeply in love with your sister, and I was wondering if you knew how I could ask her out."

Luna was clear shocked by this revelation. She thought for a few minutes before replying, "I appreciate your honesty, however I cannot say that I am too pleased with it."

Harry's face fell slightly. "What does that mean?"

"Harry, she's recently had her heart broken by another. I'm sorry, but I do not trust you with her love."

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He knew he shouldn't be over thinking this. He knew that it was pointless. He knew it was only going to give him stress, but he couldn't stop as much as he tried. Who would dare hurt her? Her? The most caring, beautiful person in Hogwarts?

Needless to say, Harry's eyes were sporting some serious under eye bags the next morning.

"Harry, what's wrong?" Asked Hermione during breakfast, noting the discoloration under her friend's eyes.

"Nothing. I'm fine."

"He was up late last night." Said his best friend and roommate, Ronald Weasley.

"No, I wasn't, Ron."

"Okay. Fine. You went to bed at a reasonable time." Ron said before turning to Hermione and mouthing No he didn't. Harry was about to retaliate before a small body sat down next to him. A dreamy voice rendered his speech effectively useless as a flush filled his cheeks.

"Hello Hermione, Ron. Good morning, Harry." She addressed each individually, as she always does. "How are we this morning?"

Ron smirked a small bit at his friend's face. "Oh, I'm splendid." He remarked, chuckling slightly at his friend's state. "What about you, Harry?"

Y/N seemed to perk up at the name. Her head turned to him, only now noticing the rosy hue on his cheeks. "Oh dear, you don't look so well." Her voice was distinctly quieter, almost as if she only wanted him to hear. Her hand slowly came up to feel his forehead. "You're absolutely scalding! And it's clear you haven't gotten any sleep."

She panicked slightly.

Ron tried to hold in a laugh. "Oh, yes. Harry was hacking and wheezing last night. It was horrible."

Harry's eyes were about the size of saucers. "What are you doing?" He whispered.

"Trust me." He mouthed back.

"He's in no shape to go to class. Someone must take care of him." Harry just realized what Ron was trying to do. Wanker.

"I would, but Hermione and I have a test first period." Hermione nodded too, quickly becoming aware of his scheme. "Looks like you're going to need to take care of him. I really wish I could help."

Y/N's eyes never left Harry's face. "Be sure to tell the teachers about Harry's predicament." She said as she dragged him out of the great hall, despite his protests. She knew the password was as she was a frequenter of the Gryffindor common room. He was led to his dorm and was forced onto the bed.

"Y/N, I'm gonna tell you one more time. I'm not-"

"Shhhhhh." She cut him off. "Harry, relax. I can't remember the last time you did." She did have a point. He couldn't remember the last time he had a stress free hour, much less day. "I'm going to go to the kitchen and whip up something. Get some rest, alright?" He nodded his head. His eyelids slowly fluttered and closed. He didn't really dream, but he felt a sort of presence. It felt like a giant hug.

He didn't know how long he had been asleep, but he woke to the sound of Y/N closing his bedroom door. "I made a soup with some clowort root mixed in. It should help with your symptoms." She said. "And, there is some water to wash it all down."

"You never cease to amaze me." He said rather bluntly in his sleepy delirium. He took a spoonful of the soup. It tasted quite like the food in the great hall, but there was something distinctly different from it. There was an unmistakable taste of... home. He quickly went for more.

"Slow down, Harry!" Y/N's volume raised ever so slightly. "Consuming large amounts of clowort root can lead to some unwanted side effects."

"Like what?"

She gestured for him to lead forward, as if telling him a secret. "People tend to make quite irrational decisions when copious amounts of clowort are in their system." She pulled back and gave a stern yet loving gaze.

"I don't know. I've eaten a decent amount and I don't feel a thing." He said indifferently. She simply rolled her eyes and looked away from him.

"Hey. I uh... I heard from Luna that you had some trouble with a boy and I'm here if you need to talk or anything." He knew that he probably shouldn't invite his crush to talk openly about a romantic partner she had, but he would listen to her talk about anything and everything just to hear her voice.

"Oh. It's nothing. Just a stupid fling that hadn't even lasted a month." Y/N said, her eyes becoming more solemn looking.

"It's just... if I had a girlfriend," especially one as perfect as you, "I would treat her better than that."

"I can see the brash decision making has already taken effect." Y/N jokes lightly, but only was laughing at it.

"I'm serious, you know." He said, grabbing her hand and lacing her fingers through his.

"Harry, you're not thinking straight-"

"Ever since we met each other and you helped me with your helped me with my homework. You were so kind."

"Harry, please don't-"

"I understand if you don't feel the same way, I wouldn't be so keen on falling in love someone who nearly dies every other weekend either, but I needed you to-"

"Harry." Her voice was ferm enough to cut off his incoherent ramblings. Her thumb brushed against the back of his hand. "You're not well. You're saying things you don't mean-"

"No, I'm not-"

"Harry, I can't have my heart broken again." Her eyes held a certain glossiness to it that he hadn't seen before. Her voice was almost breaking. "You are amazing and sweet and beautiful and... well, words can hardly describe how much I admire you. But," Her eyes darted around the room, trying to avoid eye contact. "You're just doing this because you're sick and under the influence. You don't mean it-"

"Yes, I do!" Harry giggled slightly. He was getting a bit frustrated at this point. "What do I have to do to prove it to you?"

She looked deep into his emerald eyes. They say eyes are the window to the soul, and they weren't lying. Every emotion, every thought running through his pretty head, everything could be seen in them. It was so intense, she could only make eye contact for a few seconds.

"Nothing." Y/N whispered. Harry's head snapped to her. "I believe you, Harry." They sat in silence for a while, processing the revelation that just took place. It was a bit awkward. Okay, very awkward. The apprehension of the unknown was creeping upon them. Now what? Where do we go from here?

Harry was the first to make a move. He held his arm out, inviting her join him on his, rather small in hindsight, bed. She happily accepted and curled into his side. She was practically on top of him due to the size of the bed, yet he couldn't be happier. Neither could she.

Bonus:

"HARRY JAMES POTTER, WHAT ON EARTH DO YOU THINK YOUR DOING?" Y/N was positive that Luna's cries could be heard throughout the entire castle.

"Luna, please calm down-" She tried to console.

"GET AWAY FROM MY SISTER!"

#harry potter #harry james potter #harry potter x reader #harry potter x y/n #harry potter x you #harry potter fluff #luna lovegood

[lunaastoir]

Heyhey! May I request a childe x reader where the reader simps for him but he doesn’t know? Like what if she was online best friends with the tsaritsa but the reader doesn’t know the tsaritsa is the tsaritsa so she constantly simps for childe to her. Like “OMG HE’S SO CUTE.” AND STUFF LIKE THAT. So since she’s like besties with the tsaritsa the cry archon decides to set her up? Thank you :>>>>

AAAAA NONNIE holds your hands gently this is so cute i love it :,) 

genshin doesn’t have internet/technology but for the sake of this ask shhhhhh we’re gonna pretend they do

i hope i interpreted your ask correctly, if i didn’t just lmk <3 

crack, fluFF- LOTS OF IT???

the tsaritsa’s meddling

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all you wanted were groceries. that was all you wanted. you were standing in line behind the stall as you counted the items you needed to get. salt, milk, sugar, fowl, what else? you were lost in thought as you prayed that you had enough mora to buy everything - god knows how hard eating is as an adventurer. which was why, when you dropped your precious mora, your mind immediately went into panic mode. not now, not now, please don’t let the line move, you begged internally. in hindsight maybe if your mora hadn’t dropped, maybe if you weren’t at your wits end as a broke adventurer, maybe if you had just bought those damn ingredients sooner, you wouldn’t be in this position. as you breathed a sigh of relief after collecting your money and returned your gaze back to the stall, the only thing you could do was stare. where...did everyone go? instead of simply turning around and fleeing which should’ve been your first instinct considering how deserted the place was, you stood there trying to process the information. that was, until you saw a head of auburn hair peak up out of the stall. startled, you almost dropped your mora again. as the tuft of hair gave way to a very tall, handsome, blue eyed man, your brain short circuited. 

oh god how you wished you had run when you had the chance. you imagined you must have looked quite comical; mouth hanging slightly open, the list of ingredients fisted in your hands while mora was hanging precariously from your fingers. after what seemed like an eternity, the man seemed to finally notice you. 

“oh hey, you must not have noticed but this stall is sold out for the fatui” 

the sentence accompanied with his signature smile practically brought you to your knees. that smile? aimed at you? you would be surprised if you weren’t drooling. 

determined to not look like an absolute idiot you flashed him a smile of your own before saying, “sorry my bad, i must not have been paying attention” while doing what little you can to get some semblance of balance. tuck the mora here, try to balance your list more gracefully, move that piece of hair from your face. 

his eyes surveyed your undoubtedly disheveled appearance, before making a quick decision. 

“what items do you want, i’m sure i can spare a few ingredients for someone as pretty as you” 

one blink. another blink. did he just call you pretty? oh my- 

“oh no, it’s really ok, i can just get these later - it’s not that important anyway” you lied through your teeth. you needed those ingredients or you were most likely going to starve on the road but he didn’t need to know that. 

“don’t worry about it, as a harbinger i’m sure my subordinates can overlook a few missing ingredients” he smoothly said before gesturing you towards him. 

“i’m childe by the way, if you didn’t know” his eyes flicked up to meet yours.

“y/n” you offered while handing him the list. 

as he looked over what you needed, you tried your best to keep your breathing steady while your mind raced. if you didn’t know? of course you knew who he was, who didn’t? you would know better than most considering how often you thirsted about him to your mutual. if anything, you should’ve been the one saying that line to him. as an adventurer, you tend to not spend much time in liyue harbor, chasing down ruin guards and running errands was how you would rather keep yourself busy. however, ever since you saw childe in liyue, sharing a pot of tea with zhongli of all people, you started swinging by the harbor more often. fascination was what kept you seeking him out wherever you went. you had heard about the infamous eleventh harbinger, supposedly the youngest of them, all while being quite easy on the eyes. you had brushed off all the talk you had heard to just that - talk. international affairs wasn’t something you cared for and if anything, seeing the fatui made you wary. however, your curiosity grew after seeing him whenever you were in town. you chalked up your eyes subconsciously seeking out his figure to the fact that he was just an interesting guy. nothing wrong with wondering about a peculiar fellow, right?  you went through excuses upon excuses until finally, you had concluded that perhaps, maybe, you had a little crush on him. tiny, you assured yourself. just a tiny crush on a very attractive man. 

that crush then trickled over to your time spent talking to your mutual. it started off with little hints of “oh there’s this guy i saw and i thought he was kinda cute” to full blown hysteria of “PLS SEND HELP HE LOOKED SO GOOD TODAY.” @cryogoddess definitely had a lot of patience putting up with your thirsts over a man she didn’t even have the name of. you felt horrible sometimes since more than half of your conversation was about the newest detail you had noticed about childe - however your protests on boring her were met with reassurances about how no, you weren’t boring her, and yes, this is the most lighthearted talk she’s had her entire day so please keep going. you weren’t exactly sure what this woman did, or even how old she was. all you knew was she was someone who was constantly stressed (maybe a fellow adventurer?) and she was quite honest (which you happened to appreciate). despite how busy she was, she seemed to always make time for your texts which made you feel like you could trust her with anything.

“is that all? do you need anything else?” childe’s voice interrupted your mental tirade as you owlishly looked at him. 

“oh! yes that’s fine thank you” you smiled before taking the bag from him. grabbing the mora, you rushed to hand out the correct amount before he stopped you. 

“don’t worry about it, it’s on the house” he laughed slightly before waving your mora away. 

it’s on the- excuse me? did he just give you all this for free? is this what fatui hospitality is like?  

rushing to close your mouth, you quickly recovered while slurring out a quick “thank you so much” before shouldering your bag. your brain was currently running on fumes and you were very sure that if you stayed there any longer you might just combust. 

“well, i’ll be off then, thank you again” you shot him another smile before quickly scurrying away. 

without turning back to look at his expression, you moved as fast as humanly possible while trying not to seem like you were about to jump out of your skin. you didn’t know what was more embarrassing, your thumping heart or the dopey smile on your face. there was no way you were ever going to get over this, not with the way he looked at you the entire time. sighing, you put your bag down near a bench and pulled out your phone. at least you had an update for your friend that consisted of something other than just mindless thirsts. 

your mind was still reeling over from what happened as you texted her with shaking hands. the reply was immediate: “wow, you finally got up the courage to talk to him huh.” you rolled your eyes playfully at her blunt message. “bY ACCIDENT- IT HAPPENED BY ACCIDENT,,, guess he couldn’t keep himself away from this sexiness 😩” another blunt reply: “right.” smiling softly, you responded: “thanks for hyping me up bestie i really appreciate it <3 ok but maybe childe and i belong together??? is this a sign from the archons???” you stared waiting for her reply, however you were met with a read 8:45 pm. you’re lucky i love you bestie, leaving me on read during my crisis you whispered to yourself as you shouldered your bag once again to head home. at least you won’t be starving tomorrow on your commissions. 

as soon as you entered your house, your phone lit up. “wait. as in childe, eleventh of the fatui harbingers, also known as tartaglia, feared by many on the battle field, currently stationed in liyue, major pain in the ass, and is currently ignoring some of his paperwork???” - @cryogoddess. your eyebrows furrowed as you read her message, “yes that’s him but why do you sound so freaked out and how do you know sm abt him?” another notification: “i can’t believe you’ve been thirsting to me abt CHILDE.” you: “KDJKSFJ YOU DIDNT ANSWER MY QUESTION - also??? i thought i told you his name did i not??? 😀” her: “no??? wow this definitely is...interesting” you: “BESTIE ANSWER MY QUESTION DO YOU KNOW HIM???” her: “i’ve gotta go, work is calling.” 

you sighed in frustration as you tossed your phone on your bed. why was she so freaked out? you weren’t dumb, you knew there was something she wasn’t telling you but you trusted her enough to know she’ll let you know if it was important. you wondered as you pulled the covers over your head, if you’ll meet childe in your dreams and if you do, hopefully, in a less embarrassing scenario. 

the next morning, you awoke to a barrage of texts from none other than @cryogoddess. they were all along the lines of you should go to bubu pharmacy and stock up on medication this evening (i heard they’re having a sale). you responded back with a maybe, if you had time today after your commissions and if xiangling didn’t stop by with some food. however, your mutual made you promise you would visit in the evening, even if it’s just for a few minutes. you gave in because a) you never could say no and b) she made it sound like it was urgent so maybe she was obsessed with medicine? hmmm you would have to figure out where she lived so you could send some to her. 

you walked toward bubu pharmacy while tiredly sheathing your weapon, loosely taking in your surroundings. kids playing near the pond, teenagers chatting at the steps, adults keeping a watchful eye over their kids while laughing about the day’s events. your eyes studied the sign outside of bubu pharmacy. sale? what sale? there doesn’t seem to be anything regarding a sale?

“y/n?” a mildly familiar voice called your name. you whipped around looking for whoever uttered those words before your eyes fell on none other than one blue eyed harbinger. he was holding a few silk flowers in his hand as he stared at you with a sheepish smile. 

“hi” you stuttered out. your mind was blank, what was happening? 

“oh sorry, these are for you. i don’t mean to make you uncomfortable but i heard that you might be interested in me? you caught my eye at the stall yesterday, so i was wondering if you would want to grab lunch from the third-round knockout and then go watch the sunset at mt. tianheng? there’s this really cool trick i can do with my hydro vision where i can make the sunlight dance across the waypoint.” 

you stared at him as you wordlessly took the silk flowers from his hands. the golden light of the setting sun cast his face in a beautiful sheen, softly showing off the gentle blush on his cheeks and the brilliant blue of his eyes. his auburn hair seemed to grow alive at the touch of the fiery light and all you could do was stare. 

childe’s confidence seemed to wane with every passing second that you gazed at him, open mouthed, so he decided to save himself the embarrassment before hesitantly opening his own mouth. 

“yes, i would love to” you quickly said. you smiled gently up at him. 

“i would love to watch the sunset with you” 

you felt your cheeks burning up as you looked at him with soft eyes. when he returned your expression with a dazzling smile of your own, you could feel yourself relax. yes, your heart rate was off the chart right now, but you were content. the sunset, childe, and the silk flowers was something you never knew you needed, but were glad you got. you had enough time later to worry about the oncoming mortification of how he found out you liked him. 

a single notification appeared in your phone as the two of you walked laughing towards the mountain. 

“you’re welcome <3″

BONUS: 

“i know i’m too sexy for you to not fall in love with me” childe sighed dramatically as he leaned against you for support as the two of you went up the stairs. 

you promptly rolled your eyes and pushed him down the steps as you walked ahead with his protests falling on deaf ears. 

#BYE I FORGOT TAGS KAJDHDHS #genshin headcanons #genshin scenarios #genshin impact #childe x reader #genshin fluff #genshin imagines #genshin impact headcanons #genshin childe #tartaglia x reader #genshin tartagalia #tartaglia #genshin impact childe #genshin impact imagines #genshin impact tartaglia #genshin crack

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NOTES: Wow, that was quite a response to just reposting the prologue! Hopefully you all enjoy the rest of this fic as much as you've been anticipating it; I know it's been a lot of buildup to it, unintentionally I promise you. Here you go, better late than... well, you get it.

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The next morning had been a hard one for Anna. School just felt strained and weird without knowing for sure where her mother was. Punz helped her through it, and she managed to do most of her classwork, but her mind kept wandering off.

Tomorrow was the earliest they could report her missing to the police. Of course, she had a feeling that it wouldn't matter one way or the other, but it was the strongest hope that she and her father had. Knowing what they knew about time travel, they had refrained from calling John or Wendy for the time being; she might come back.

She had to come back.

So when she walked into the living room after school and saw her mother sitting on the couch, looking quite weary but whole, safe, normal, she ran into her arms. It didn't even occur to her to ask about her father, or what she was doing there, or anything else. Need overrode curiosity.

"MOM! Oh my god… oh Mom, you completely freaked me out, I didn't know what happened!"

Elsa wrapped her arms around Anna, hugging back just as a tight as a sound halfway between a laugh and a sigh spilled from her lips. "My angel… I'm so sorry for worrying you like that. Really."

Anna felt her eyes well with tears. She had been unwilling to truly face the idea that Elsa was truly gone, but seeing her here threw into sharp relief just how much she had been terrified. Her arms grew tired as she held on, but there was nothing that could make her let go. Not at this moment. Even the mere thought had her arms tightening their hold, squeezing just a little harder.

"Please don't leave again," she said softly. "Not- not without telling me first. Dad- Dad came home last night and we were gonna go to the cops and-"

"Shh…." Elsa hushed her, inhaling deeply. "I promise I'll never do that again without telling you. I'm so sorry, Anna."

Tearfully, Anna drew her head back, just enough so she could look in Elsa's eyes. "Where did you go? Did I… did I do something?"

Oh God. Elsa could see the forty-something version of her daughter, asking that same exact question. "No, no, baby. No you didn't do anything."

"But you just left me…" Anna's words, cracked and small, were also so heartfelt. So sincere in their pain that it made Elsa want to cry, too. How could she even have thought of giving this up? Of leaving the person who, truthfully, had become her entire world?

"I waited until the day your father would come home. That way, you wouldn't be without someone to… look out for your well-being, no matter what came to pass."

Clearing her throat and sniffling, Anna pulled back and gazed at her mother. "What… came to… Mom, what happened? Where did you go?"

"I was figuring some things out. Took a few weeks. And I've come to some decisions." She took a deep breath, then let it out very slowly before she took both of Anna's hands. "I'm not leaving you."

"Okay. I'm… b-but you made it sound like you… wanted to?"

"Not 'wanted'. But I thought it might be best." She released her hands. "However, there are going to have to be a few changes around here."

Still incredibly relieved at not losing her mother, Anna slumped downward. Then she said, "Okay, okay. You want me to stop hitting on you? Is that pretty much it?"

Elsa nodded slightly. "For now. I'm… willing to revisit that at a later date, but you have to promise me something. From now until you are in college, this stops. We have to learn to keep our hands to ourselves. It's going to be difficult, I know; we've already proven that it will be. But that's very important to me. You might technically be of age, but… you're my child, and you live in my house. There's no pretending that won't affect which of us has the power in a… in… well, in a romantic relationship."

"O-oh." Anna wasn't sure what to say. This sounded like bad news, but it also sounded like there was some good news attached. "But… what about when I'm in college?"

Only now did Elsa smile slightly. "Depends. I want you to really take this time to think hard about you and I. We both will. And we'll try our best to be a normal family. I'm never, ever going to stop loving you!" Her smile faltered slightly, and she looked away with red cheeks. "And if, once you're out on your own, not… being 'parented' by me, you still want to be something more than mother and daughter… we can try that. I know it's a long time-"

"Oh, Mom," she breathed, crushing her with her arms again, sore as they still were. "God! Of course, I… oh I'm sorry, I'm so dumb, I kept trying to… I d-don't know, I'm stupid, I'm so stupid!"

"Shhhhhh." It was soothing and sweet, and she kissed the crown of her head. Anna hummed a little through her tears, glad for the gentle gesture. "It's okay. Everything's okay, Anna; you're going to be just fine."

"B-but what if we try it, and I hurt you somehow? Make you sad th-that your daughter is… disgusting?"

"Don't ever think that. Even if I've been a little disgusted by your desires, by my own, that does not mean I think you are 'bad' or… or anything! And it never did. Do you hear me, sweetie? You'll always be my sweet Anna, whether or not I can handle you being my Tori at the same time. Always."

With renewed vigour, Anna hugged her mother so aggressively. Elsa returned the expression – and, where once she would have hesitated, now there was no sign of that reluctance. It was just what Anna needed.

"I should… really call Punz," she said finally. "Let her know what happened."

Elsa's lips quirked. "I should probably ring your father," she said. Still, neither of them moved. If anything, Anna seemed unable to stop herself pressing closer.

"What if… what if I can't?" she whispered. Even in that low tone, it was obvious she was scared – terrified – of something. "You want me to stop until college, but what if I can't? Or, if I slip up? Mom, I can't lose you just because my balls get ahead of my brain sometimes."

Squeezing tight for a second, Elsa chuckled and closed her eyes. "Accidents happen…" she began. It wasn't good enough.

"No! How can we trust that it would even be an accident when I want you so bad? It hurts, Mom!" Anna sniffled. "It hurts to have you so close sometimes when I want so much more but you… don't…"

"Anna, listen to me." Elsa had Anna's face clasped in her hands, giving her the ability to look directly into her eyes. "You have no idea how much I want you. But right now is the wrong moment. For you, for me… and sweetheart, you need to think of Punz, too. That girl adores you. And-" Elsa lowered her voice, though she smiled now, too. "I would love to be her mother one day, too. Well, mother-in-law."

"That still doesn't solve this problem," Anna said. Her words were monotone, but she felt herself blushing at Elsa's suggestion. It was easier to deflect than it was to think on the future and whether or not Punz would be part of hers.

"You're right. But I guess what I've realised is… this problem is not worth me leaving you behind. I want to work on it together. And if we slip up again, we will deal with it like adults. We aren't animals who have no willpower."

"Are you sure?" she asked with a weak laugh. "You came pretty close that morning."

At that, Elsa leaned in and whispered, "I really did. I was very close." The double meaning made Anna's cheeks grow yet rosier. "But I'm serious; I won't try that while I'm 'in charge' of you. That's not right. Even if we try to treat each other equally, we can't be equals until you're out on your own. And I'm not going to let you drop out of school or anything like that, before you ask," she warned.

"Damn, you caught me," Anna hissed, and Elsa chuckled. "Still Mom with your freakin' parenting chess moves, ten steps ahead. Man… that's so long, though."

"Is it? I know it seems that way to you, because you're young."

Sighing, Anna admitted, "Maybe not. And you're right, like… the past couple of weeks have been great! Not just the parts where we flirted, but everything. All three of us hanging out together was nice, too."

"See? We can make that work. And as I said, if I know you're making advances on purpose, then I will have to leave until you've graduated. Just for my own sanity, and to make sure I don't hurt you – and then I'll come back. But a few slip-ups here and there can be forgiven, Anna."

Anna's hand stroked up and down Elsa's side for a moment. Again, she didn't flinch away, but she started to look a little less comfortable, so Anna stopped. "Okay. I… don't really get the whole 'I can't be in charge while we're dating' thing, because like, you parenting me is totally separate. But I do trust you, Mom. So… so I can try it."

"Not as separate as it should be. But thank you, Anna," Elsa said honestly. She was smiling, too, so that was a good sign. "Now I really must contact your father." She got up and was halfway to the kitchen before Anna spoke.

"Hey, Mom?" she asked. Elsa turned.

"Yes, sweetheart?"

Suddenly, Anna felt very gun-shy and guilty. Like she was going to ask her mother for a treat after her father had already said no. "Can I ask a favour?"

"Of course!" Elsa turned more fully towards her daughter, and Anna felt her mouth grow dry. Just for a second, but it was more than enough, really.

Swallowing hard around a lump in her throat, Anna looked away. "Can I… have a kiss?"

Her mother answered with a sigh, but it was more weary than truly upset. "That would seem to defeat the purpose of giving us this dry period, wouldn't it? Unless you just mean a cheek-kiss."

"I didn't," she admitted readily. "Um… and I do kinda get what you mean? Cooling off to make sure this is what we really want, cause we can't put the toothpaste back in the tube. But like, I already did that. The past couple weeks were me trying not to feel things for you, and it didn't work. But if you want to try for longer…"

"I think, if a few more months go by and you still want me the way you did a couple of days ago, then it will prove that we're really intended to be that for each other. And if the feelings fade for you, then won't it be better that we never went too far? That we never… crossed the line that cannot be uncrossed?"

Anna was having trouble wrapping her mind around what Elsa was trying to get through to her. What would be the difference at this point? She already let her go down on her once before, even if it was her younger self and not this mother standing in front of her now. But she supposed there was probably some wisdom in this plan that she simply hadn't considered.

"Just tonight," Anna whispered very quietly. "Like, to get it out of my system. Then tomorrow, we can go back to 'Mom' and 'daughter' and all that, and… see where we end up when I go to college. And I know, I sound like an ungrateful brat, and it's demanding, a-and… I'm sorry. But I think it'll drive me nuts if I never get to touch you from now until I'm out of the house!"

"It's not a good idea, Anna." But she relented. "Fine. But you have to make all the moves. I already basically attacked you in 1985, and now that I really am your mother…"

That part, Anna could understand. Especially after she explained the whole 'being in charge' aspect; if she was worried about wielding power over Anna, she would give it all to her. Smiling, Anna placed her hands on Elsa's waist. "Just a kiss. Maybe it won't even feel right and we won't have to worry about anything more."

Both seemed to realise at the same moment how silly a thought that was. Anna could feel it already, that pull. Her mouth was no longer than dry – no, she was almost salivating at the thought of doing this again. Her cheeks warmed and her heart picked up, trotting in her chest as she took a step closer.

"Just a kiss," Elsa echoed, though her voice had suddenly lost its power.

Biting the inside of her cheek, Anna leaned forward. Elsa wasn't much taller than her – wasn't much taller than she had been in '85 – but still Anna missed. Her lips found Elsa's chin, and Elsa let out a snort of what could have been laughter.

Anna didn't correct herself upward, however. Contrarily, she moved away from Elsa's lips, grazing hers down to lave at her mother's throat.

"Anna…" Elsa tried. It was meant to be a warning, but instead it came out hoarse and throaty. A small noise slipped from Anna as she wrapped her hands more solidly around Elsa's waist. It was more of a hug now, and it had the side effect – intended or not – of bringing them even closer together.

Eyes sliding shut, Anna merely enjoyed the taste of her mother's skin. She felt gentle fingers tangling in her hair, and was prepared for when Elsa tugged her away. Even if it was a gentle distancing.

"This isn't quite what we agreed to," she sighed nervously. But she could see her mother was uncertain. Guilty. There had to be a way she could remove that guilt. What would make this woman she adored more comfortable with her how much she adored her?

"Elsa… you can call me 'Tori' tonight if you want," she murmured. "If that makes it easier. I could even dress up in 80s clothes or something? Like… since the whole problem is me being your daughter, I could be her instead."

At that, Elsa let out a soft laugh. "I didn't know we were doing an all-night affair. But… well…"

"Well?" Anna asked after a few seconds passed and her mother didn't finish the thought.

"I did ask Kristoff to get a hotel room. Give us space enough to figure things out." Anna drew back to see Elsa looking ashamed, but also smiling very slightly. "Not that this was what I had in mind. Just wanted to be prepared for any… eventuality."

For a few seconds, Anna had to suppress the tingles burbling up through her body. From very specific places. Elsa had planned for them to sleep together. Not as an intention, but a precaution – though that was still more than she had hoped lips pushed into Elsa's neck again, hearing a sigh. Then she whispered, "What if I just keep kissing? All over?"

"An- Tori," she corrected, and Anna smiled against her neck.

"You don't have to do anything back. I'm good. But… I want to try this out. See how far I can get before you need me to stop. Or before I need to stop."

"Let's just stick to kissing above the waist." When Anna pulled back to grin at her, head starting to duck downward, she hastily added, "Above the shoulders! Jesus Christ, how did I raise such an opportunist?"

"You didn't; the other Anna probably wasn't as bad as me. And she also wasn't as hot for you as me…" Knowing she was pushing her luck, she leaned up to whisper into Elsa's ear, "And I'm pretty hot for you right now."

Elsa let out a sharp breath that was probably covering something else. "Anna…" she tried one last time. This one felt breathier and needier than before, and Anna could feel the warmth pooling just below her navel.

"I just want you," Anna said softly. "To touch you… in whatever way you let me." Her hips rolled very slightly against Elsa's – not enough for any real friction, but certainly enough to give truth to her words. Elsa gave out another shuddering breath. "But for now, a kiss will do…"

And she did just that, sealing their lips together once more. Elsa sank down into it as if it were a warm bath, perhaps grateful that she no longer had to speak. It didn't really matter.

Slowly, Anna began to back away, leading them back to the couch. It seemed safer than heading for one of the bedrooms. It took Elsa a moment to realise what she was doing, but when she finally caught on she wasted no time in guiding Anna. Despite what she had said, she seemed to be a little less willing to stop now.

But finally they were seated, a strange parody of that moment in Doc's car. Anna had little doubt that she wanted to try paying her mother back for what she had done there, either. Hopefully Elsa felt the same.

Anna slipped her tongue between Elsa's lips, and she only groaned and accepted it with her own, leaning back until she was lying on the couch with Anna over her. Her arms never tightened around Anna, and she never gripped her shoulders; only laid her hands gently on her biceps. Seemed she was deadly serious about not making any 'moves', after all.

When they broke apart again, Anna's hips still grinding, Elsa warned her breathlessly, "This is… more than a kiss."

"Yeah. But hey… tonight is our night, huh? Like, the last one to be Tori and Elsa."

"It is. Even though we aren't going as far as you think we're going," she told her, resolve returning as she pointed a finger up at her.

"Right, I get it. So…" Biting her lip, she got up from the couch, leaving Elsa briefly confused. "Let's do it. Let's dress up."

What an adorable blush crept into the middle-aged woman's features. "Oh, you… were serious about that?"

Dancing backward a little, she said, "Remember that outfit I made you buy? The one that you said you wouldn't wear out of the house, short-shorts and crop top? You can put that on, and I'll find some stuff in my closet that makes me look really… different. Really Tori for you. And I'll change my hair, and wear the shoes from the dance!"

"Oooh," Elsa sighed at the mention of the shoes. Apparently, that was such a strong tie to the memory of going down on Anna that it instantly heated her up. Then she cleared her throat. "Well… I suppose it wouldn't hurt to simply look the parts. Might help create necessary boundaries."

She knew what her mother really meant; it would help assuage her guilt if they were recreating the past, instead of forging a new, sinful future. Clapping her hands, she started to head for the hallway. "You just wait! This is gonna be amazing!"

"I hope you're right," Elsa chuckled as she started to follow her. They were both going the same way, after all. "But I just wanted to reiterate..."

Hesitation. So she prompted, "What?"

"No matter what happens… I'm always going to love you. That was never in danger at any point, Anna."

"I know. Don't worry, we got this. Promise-promise."

"Now, that sounds familiar..."

Anna had no way of knowing what Elsa meant; she hadn't said it yet, after all. But she was all smiles as she retreated to her room with glee, only sparing Elsa one last glance over her shoulder to see her mother was standing in the doorway to her own room with a bemused smile on her blushing features.

Still so beautiful.

                                         To Be Continued…

#Fractal The Future #elsanna fanfiction #Back to the Future #forkanna writes #fruipit #elsanna #jess the writer

[timegirl]

Cats Don't Have Nine Lives - Moceit Appreciation Week 2021

Characters: Patton, Janus

Relationship: Platonic or Romantic

Prompts: Aftermath (day 2), Animal (day 4)

Word Count: 2073

Trigger Warnings: This whole fic surrounds a death of a pet and the mourning of the owner. It is sad. Contains a light description of a declining medical condition of a pet. Please don't read if you're sensitive to these topics. Patton tries to blame himself. Food is mentioned briefly.

Summary: Patton suffers a loss and Janus comforts him.

@moceit-appreciation-week @moceit

This is not like my regular works. It is sad and depressing, and is based on my own life. More details on ao3. Please mind the warnings and the tags, stay safe.

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“Hey, Jan? I was just at the vet... it’s.... over....”

“Oh, honey, I’m so sorry... Are you going home now?”

sniffle “Yeah...”

“I’ll be right there.”

“Okay...”

Janus used the spare key he had to Patton’s apartment. “Patton, darling?” He called and closed the door behind him. He heard soft sobs greeting him from the living room. “Oh, baby...” He hurried to the living room and found his friend curled up on the sofa, clutching a small baby blue blanket to his chest. His face was puffed and red, and tears were streaming down his cheeks non stop.

“Patton, honey...” Janus clicked his tongue and quickly sat beside Patton, opening his arms for the other to snuggle in his embrace. The moment he was sat Patton clung to his torso and sobbed hard and loud, burying his face in Janus' chest and wetting his shirt with tears. Janus frowned, his brows furrowing in concern, and started rubbing slow circles on Patton back.

“I’m so sorry...” He whispered. “Shhhhhh.....” Janus started rocking gently back and forth, trying to sooth Patton’s ache.

They sat like that for a few minutes, holding each other. Janus took the opportunity to look around at the apartment. It was a really saddening look. Everywhere you looked there were cat themed objects. Never mind the cat stickers decorating the walls and the little kitty sculptures on the shelves, everything in this house screamed that there’s a feline resident in there.

A brown cat bed with a monkey plushie sitting in its corner.

Three carton boxes in different sizes were lined up opened against the wall.

A carton board on the floor beneath a blue bench that was much too small for a human. The board was covered in claw marks and teared a bit in the edges.

Toys were scattered everywhere on the floor. Mice, spikey balls, balls with little bells inside. There was one cat wand on the floor near the cat bed, a stick with a brown furry string and several colorful feathers tied to the end.

A blue cat tree was standing next to the sofa, a plaid blanket cushioned the lowest platform.

The armchair was covered in absurd amounts of cat fur, as if to say this was her spot, no one else's.

Janus lifted his gaze upwards. The walls weren't spared either. On two different walls there were blue cushioned shelves designed as stairs, going from the floor to a level above Janus' head as he stood in his full height, and Patton was shorter than him. On one step of the stairs sat a small tiger plushie.

As Patton's sobs slowly quieted down, the silence between the two was disturbed only by a small water fountain in the corner of the room, trickling steadily.

Patton didn’t want to let go of Janus. He felt like someone pulled the rug from under his feet, and Janus' firm hands were his only lifeline. He smelled nice, too, as much as Patton was able to smell with a stuffy nose from all the crying. Like the comfort and nostalgia of opening an old book with yellowing pages, with just a hint of cologne. He was warm, and it felt comforting to be held by him, like a comfort blanket. Patton was no longer crying, just inhaling Janus' scent softly to ground himself. Janus' fingers caressed the back of his head and Patton leaned into the touch.

Eventually Janus broke the silence.

"She's had a good life." He whispered into Patton's hair, and Patton felt the vibrations rumble in his chest.

Patton sighed heavily. "Yeah..." he mumbled. Sniffling once, he pulled himself away and wiped the remaining tears off his cheeks, the ones that weren't coating Janus' shirt. He looked down at the blanket he was holding.

"That's hers, right?" Janus asked.

"Yeah," said Patton, "I used it to get her into the cage, you know how she gets," he chuckled humorlessly. Janus gave him a sad smile. "She was also... wrapped in it when... when the vet... you know..."

"Yeah..." Janus rubbed his hand on Patton's arm comfortingly.

"You know, she's had a kidney failure two years ago, and the vet said that we're only prolonging the inevitable. Eventually it'll happen again and it'll be the end," Patton busied his hand with the hem of the blanket, "but I thought it'll be at least... five years, you know? Not two. Not that it wouldn't have been hard either way, but, still... It's just... so abrupt," he frowned, the tears threatening to overflow again.

"Well," Janus hesitated, "at least now you won't need the antihistamines anymore, right?" he tried for humor, and Patton's lips broke into a genuine smile and he laughed weakly through his nose.

"Right..." His smile slowly turned into a solemn expression and he sighed. "What if..." he bit his lower lip, "what if I could've stopped it?"

"Patton, no. It is not your fault."

"No, I know... The vet said it would've happened anyway... But what if I wasn't perceptive enough? Maybe if I'd noticed something's wrong sooner they could've saved her..." Tears began to accumulate in Patton's eyes.

"Sweetie, listen to me." Janus took both of Patton's hands in his and looked straight into his eyes. "It is not your fault. You were an amazing owner. You loved her so much and gave her everything she could've ever dreamed of."

"But I-"

"Shh shh shh, no buts," Janus used his thumb to gently wipe a stray tear off Patton's cheek, beneath his glasses. "I've known you since before you adopted her. I've seen how you took care of her with everything you have. Spending nights treating her when she was sick, doing everything in your power every day to make her take the medicine you knew she hated but made her feel better, staying awake late to pet her just because she didn't want to go to sleep and you couldn't bare to say no to her. Darling, trust me when I say, she was the luckiest cat in the world to have you as her owner."

Patton started sobbing again, furiously wiping his tears with his fingers, dirtying his wet glasses even more. Janus clicked his tongue. "Come here," he said as he pulled Patton to his embrace once again, placing a kiss on the crown of his head. "It's ok to grieve," he whispered, rocking them back and forth, "but don't beat yourself up about things out of your control." Patton sniffed, nodding weakly. Janus waited a bit before saying, "Let's bring you some water, ok honey?" Patton nodded again and pulled back. "I'll be right back." Janus said and petted Patton's cheek gently. He stood up and walked to the kitchen to get Patton a glass of water.

In the kitchen, Janus noticed a bowl of dry cat food in the corner. He debated getting rid of it and sparing Patton the pain, but decided against it. He'll ask Patton if he needs help with it, but he might want to do it himself to get some closure.

Janus returned to the living room with a glass of water in his hand. Patton looked up at him as he approached and small smile spread on his face. Janus' chest filled with warmth. He'll do anything for this man, he just wants him to be happy.

"Thank you," Patton said and reached his hand to grab the glass.

"You're welcome, honey," Janus replied as he took his place on the sofa.

They were silent for a moment as Patton drank. "You know," he said, lowering the glass to his lap and holding it with both hands. "I keep thinking about how naïve I was when I adopted her."

"Naïve? How so?"

"I thought it was funny, giving a cat a number as a name. You know, Nine, as in nine lives?" Janus looked at Patton, concern apparent on his forehead. Patton was looking down to his glass in his lap. "Of course there were other reasons too. It was September 2009 when I got her. The ninth month of the ninth year of the milenium. It was so fitting! Of course I couldn't give up the opportunity to give her a name that's a play on words!" Janus frowned and rubbed Patton's knee. "But cats don't really have nine lives, do they? Not even a cat named Nine..." He sighed.

Janus looked at him in silence. It was good that Patton was talking. Janus has spent years trying to make Patton to open up to him. He was always hiding behind jokes and a huge smile. He needed a safe platform to be able to unload everything weighing down on his chest. Janus was always happy to provide him that safe space, and the fact that Patton trusted him enough by now to open up to him was a bit overwhelming, in a good way. But it wasn't about Janus right now, it's about Patton and his pain. Janus knew Patton so well by now, that he didn't need to check to know that if he stayed silent, Patton would open up even more and unload more of his negative feelings, and Janus would be there for him when he does.

Surely enough, after a few moments of silence, Patton let out a breathy laugh, devoid of humor. "I keep thinking she's gonna come out from around the corner like everything's normal... You'd think dying is a one time thing. She died, that's it. It happened. Now we're after it. But it's not..." Patton emptied his glass and placed it on the table. "It's still happening. She didn't just die... She's dead. And she keeps being dead, all the time, over and over again. Every time I look to the hallway and expect her to walk out with her tail wiggling high, she's dead again. Every time I think of her... She's dead. Again. She's really... not coming back... She's staying dead." Patton played with the sleeve of the hoodie that was always tied around his shoulders. "Look at me," he chuckled, "I'm even wearing a cat hoodie. I'm pathetic..." He sighed.

"Patton honey," Janus wrapped his arms over Patton's shoulders and pulled him to rest against his chest, maneuvering himself to a more comfortable position, leaning back on the sofa. "You're not pathetic. Ok?" He stroked Patton's hair with his hand. "Those things take time. I'm not going to lie to you and tell you it'll all be gone one day and you won't feel anything. That's never going to happen." Patton pouted in response. "But it won't be as painful. It won't be an open wound anymore. It will scar." Patton's eyes widened and he looked up to Janus, letting his eyes rest on the scar tissue on the man's left cheek. "A scar is... a reminder of what once was. It's unpleasant to look at, and it's scruffy to touch, and remembering what left the scar is... painful, to say the least." Patton's brows furrowed in a frown. Janus smiled warmly at him. "But it doesn't hurt by itself anymore. You can live your life and not even remember it's there most of the time. At first it hurts and itches and every move you make has to be calculated because the wound is bleeding and everything hurts. But with a scar you don't have to do that anymore. You're going to be ok." Patton sighed and rested his cheek on Janus' chest. "And you know, I thought about what you said." Patton raised his eyebrows and hummed in question. "You weren't naïve. You were being funny, and witty, and wonderful, like you always are." Patton's cheeks warmed in a blush. "I know it might take a while, but I can already see you in a few months with your two new kitties, Seven and Five." Patton giggled and Janus smiled, kissing his hair.

It wasn't perfect. In fact, it was extremely painful, and the grieving process has just begun. But maybe Janus was right. It had a nice ring to it, Seven and Five. Nine's little siblings. Of course, she'll never know them, but it's nice imagining how his first cat's name becomes a legacy in all of his future cats. Patton sighed. It's not going to be easy. But with Janus by his side, maybe, just maybe, he can do it. He will be ok.

#moceitappreciationweek #moceitweek2021 #janus sanders #patton sanders #sanders sides #moceit #fanfic #tw death of a pet #tw death of a loved one #tw grieving #tw food mention #tw self blame #mine

[sleepless-in-starbucks]

Any way you could turn that popcorn comic into a story? -pineapple (no pressure I'm just curious)

Speedrun because I have school soon BUTNevermind have to go to school ajdfbvhdsbjsd y’all won’t see this for a whileAlright back now time to finish (...none of these notes will make sense to y’all since no timestamps on them but shhhhhh they’re in chrono order don’t worry)

Inspired by this

-Roman and Deceit go to that movie theater a LOT-They both love having movie dates (Roman thinks they can be both very romantic or very goofy; they have flexibility; Deceit likes the Sins He Can Commit In The Dark which are mostly just kissing Roman til he’s red as a tomato; they both like the show they get with it all)-But there’s only one movie theater that’s close to them, and that’s the one Virgil works as-Virgil is sarcastic all the time towards them, mostly because he and Deceit were ~rivals~ in high school and he knows he (nor his boyfriend) wouldn’t report him to his manager for just acting like he always has-And when he’s on shift (which he is a lot- he needs the money) he always makes sure to be the one helping them-Roman’s frustrated that all his cutesy couple moments are being Ruined by Virgil but he will NEVER stop saying cheesy stuff because he refuses to be beaten by an angsty popcorn butter-er-Deceit’s just amused by the whole thing, since his and Virgil’s rivalry always has been and likely always will be some petty little thing that doesn’t actually matter that much, so he’s never really insulted by any of it-(Which is good, because if he was, Roman has promised multiple times he’d threaten Virgil with his sword. Deceit doubted Virgil would care, but Roman might drop it and cut someone’s toe)-This whole thing goes on a while-As in roceit visits the movies at least once a week (they are ADDICTED to cinema) and at least once a week Virgil ‘helps’ them with a side of extra salt-They’ve come when Virgil’s not really been on his game, though

-Sometimes it’ll be late and it’s clear he hasn’t slept in too long as he mumbles his way through their transaction-Sometimes he’ll be too busy glaring at another employee to be witty, and they know he must have just gotten chewed out for a stupid reason-Sometimes he’ll just… look at them, with some odd look in his eyes, before he checks them out as quickly as possible and with as few words as possible-Roman and Deceit notice-They’re not sure, exactly, when they decided they needed to help protect the emo who always made fun of them, but they have and they will-They’ll make the employee who was a jerk to Virgil enjoy an absolutely horrible transaction-Or they’ll just awkwardly tell Virgil he’s doing good before they go to their movie-When he’s tired, they remind him to go home soon, to rest-More than a few times they’ve driven him home after their movie when it’s clear he shouldn’t be trusted behind a wheel-And for his off days, they just make sure to slip him a bigger tip, since they know he needs the money-They don’t have too many breaks in their ‘rivalry’ but they do have some, and those moments are their breaks-One day, they come to the movies like usual, noting that Virgil seems happier than usual. they don’t ask after this, but they’re both (not-so-) secretly happy to see him happy-After he’s helped them, though, he tells them the cause: he’s got a new job, and given two weeks notice. it’s better paying, more within his interests-Deceit and Roman accept the news outwardly excitedly, inner-wardly excited... and upset-They had gotten used to seeing Virgil at the movies, after all, and their back-and-forth had become very familiar. they were both loathe to lose it, but this was better for Virgil! and though they’d never say it to the soon-to-be-ex-movie theater employee’s face, they wanted him to have only the best-They did start going to the movies more in those two weeks, though, trying to enjoy the last of all of this-And by ‘more’ I mean they went to multiple movies every. single. day. because they did still have work, this meant a lot of real late and early movies, but they made it work-The only thing was this: if they walked in and saw Virgil wasn’t behind the counter? they’d leave and come for the next showing they wanted to see-They were coming here for a REASON after all-Virgil seemed amused by the attention + extra final chances to roast poor Deceit, so he never mentioned it-Now, all of this? It was leading up to something... a plan.-Because Deceit and Roman had seen a lot of Virgil, had gotten used to his snark and his sarcastic tone and his smirks and frowns and deadpan expressions, had gotten used to his sense of humor and interests, had gotten used to him-And as that deadline approached for their time with him to be cut short, the both of them were realizing very quickly they didn’t want to lose him-So they had a plan-They came in for their final movie on Virgil’s final day-You could tell it was his last day- he wasn’t in uniform, he looked more carefree than ever, and when they ordered he didn’t even ring them up; just handed over the drinks and grub, free of charge-‘what’re they gonna do, fire me?’ Virgil had asked with a grin when Roman looked at him in shock-‘happy to be almost gone, I can tell’ Roman commented idly-‘there’s only so much fake butter a man can smell before he goes mad’ Virgil joked back. ‘besides, it’s even better knowing I’ll never have to see your boyfriend’s ugly mug ever again’-‘yeah well have you- uh’ Roman stopped, looked at Deceit, looked back at an unimpressed Virgil, continued, ‘y’know, boyfriend- your- I mean-’ another pause, dramatic hand motion, slamming his hands into the counter, ‘our!’-Virgil didn’t respond aside from looking at Deceit in confusion-‘mind my boyfriend... for such a romantic he’s not great at pick-up lines...’ Deceit said, only making Virgil look more confused until he added, ‘though he could be our boyfriend’-Virgil blinked at him. once. twice. looked at Roman. blinked again.-‘what?’ he asked, finally, sounding torn between extremely bewildered and almost hopeful-‘we’re trying to ask you out.’ Deceit clarified. ‘as you can tell, we’re amazing at it.’-‘...you’re gonna have to say that again, because it’s still not making sense-’-‘we want to DATE you, emo daydream!’ Roman finally said, cheeks immediately blushing a dark red even as he stared Virgil right in the eyes-Virgil froze up at that, both the confusion and hope in his expression increasing. ‘I- wha- why?’-‘because you’re pretty, and cute, and funny albeit snarky, and because of that me and Roman can to the shared conclusion that we don’t want all of that to walk out of our life just because you got a new job’-Virgil didn’t respond to that for a minute, instead just looking down at the counter, clearly lost in thought-finally he says, slowly, awkwardly, ‘...that might be... nice. you guys are... also nice’-‘I’m pretty sure that means ‘I love you’ in awkward introvert language’-Deceit lightly elbowed Roman, though considering Roman was leaning against Deceit’s side + holding his arm as he stared stupidly adoringly at Virgil, it wasn’t very effective. ‘you’re going to scare him off’-‘no, no, I don’t mean it scathingly. I think it’s... cute.’-Virgil who up until now had been doing pretty well at being more shocked than flustered, was beginning to lose that battle. ‘shut up, princey’-Roman puckered his lips. ‘make me?’-Deceit gently shoved Roman away from the counter. ‘I’d apologize for his antics, but you’re well-versed in them’-‘that I am’-Deceit smiled and handed Virgil a card with both his and Roman’s numbers on it. ‘call us so we can set up a date, yeah?’-‘uh... yeah’ Virgil said, cheeks flushing a shade darker just at the thought of a date.-Deceit nodded, still smiling as he collected the food (passing drinks to Roman), the two of them heading off-‘wait!’-Roman and Deceit turned back towards Virgil-Virgil didn’t say anything at first, the ‘wait’ clearly having been spur of the moment. finally, he lifted the card, almost pointlessly, and said lamely, ‘enjoy your movie’-Roman and Deceit smiled back at him. ‘we will’ they promised, before heading to their film-They didn’t uphold that promise, considering they didn’t pay any attention to the movie at all-But given they were instead more occupied with thinking (and talking) about their new boyfriend, they were fairly certain Virgil would forgive them

#all of this based on me seeing the pic and immedately saying 'future prinxceit tho' #ts roman #ts virgil #ts janus #anaroceit #prinxceit #the cryptid speaks #the cryptid answers #pineapple anon #fanfic

[loveafterthefact]

Love After the Fact Chapter 72: Care

As it turns out, week-long sex marathons dictated by one's biology rather than their desires are not as fun as might be assumed. HOWEVER Cuddles fucking rule. So there's that :D

Alternative summary: Watch an asexual skirt around smut the same way she would skirt around a puddle of vomit XD

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“How’s your ass?” Keith asks, after some vargas of droning silence. The only things to do for entertainment right now are to admire the landscape and badger his mate.

“My ass is perfectly fine, thank you.” A moment’s silence. “So’s your dick-”

“Oh, for fuck’s sake!” Keith snaps his head around to glare at his incredibly smug mate. Scowling, knowing he’s already lost before he’s even begun, he mutters, “I’m glad you enjoyed it.”

“And I’m glad you enjoyed it.”

“I only agreed because Thace told me to.”

“The first time. What about the second time? Or the third-”

“You’ve made your point!” Keith slows his elk down, next to his mate, glaring at him.

The Altean frowns, surprised at how quickly the teasing soured into irritation. “Are you alright, beloved?”

They’d left early that morning, even earlier than they’d planned. It had always been their intention to leave this quintant, but now Keith’s feeling restless. He has a sense of urgency, but he’s not sure what about. He suspects it’s his season.

Scratch that. He knows it’s his season.

“Fine. Just- Stressed. I feel weird, but I don’t know how! It’s so irritating!”

Keith’s as much scared as he is uncomfortable. He’s well aware of what’s about to happen to him, that loss of control a terrifying prospect. That and...

“Hey, can we stop for a bit?” It’s out of his mouth before he even realizes it. “I- I know we’re almost there, but… Please?”

“Yes, of course.” Lance stops his elk, dismounts, helps Keith down from his.

Keith immediately embraces him, settling against the smaller man’s gentle warmth. He sighs, Lance’s particular scent invading his nose, his familiar presence a balm on his nerves.

“You okay, beloved?”

“I think so? I just really missed you all of a sudden.”

“Okay.” Lance shapeshifts, a little taller, a little broader, a more reassuring frame for Keith to lean against. “The first thing I want to do when we get you back to the village is get you something to eat. Then I'll braid your hair so it doesn’t get all tangled. I asked for extra blankets for you too, to help your fever. I thought it might save your body some effort.”

Keith sighs, settling further. “My good man, thank you.”

“I know this is going to be hard, but I won’t make it any harder than necessary. I can- I will- learn how to be a good mate for you. I just need a little guidance sometimes, that’s all.”

“Thace says that- He says the more satisfied I am, the more lucid I’ll be. I think I can trust you with that much.” Keith smiles, the physical contact grounding him, some of the irritation and discomfort. “Just… Make sure I drink. Eat. And please don’t leave... I'm always needing you. It's so frustrating sometimes. I want to be able to stand up on my own, but there's always something in my way.”

“Not for an instant. I promise.” Lance rubs his back, quintessence sinking beneath his skin like a gentle balm. "And you've got plenty of time for that. You're only just now grown up, and we've always known you'd need me for this, right? Whether that means sex or just someone to make sure you're okay."

"Yeah..." Keith hums, feeling his body loosen, some of the irritability ebbing away. “And maybe do that. It feels nice. ‘M so loved…”

“Aw… Beloved. You absolutely are. So loved.” Lance presses a kiss to the base of one of his ears, more than happy to let Keith have his moment. “I’m happy to hold you as long as you like, but sooner or later, we do need to get you home.”

“I know. And sooner, not later.” Keith pushing his head up under Lance’s chin. “I think I’ll be okay.”

“You can ride behind me if you want, and I can lead Calik while we walk.”

“On one condition.”

“Hm?”

“Stop. Naming. Animals. We can’t keep them all.”

“Shhhhhh. We’ll talk about it. Come on.” Lance takes Calik’s reins, unlatching one end from his bridle on the far side of his mouth to give him a bit more room to walk. He figures the bull will follow them whether Lance leads him or not, but he’ll go ahead just in case. BleepBloop climbs out of Keith's saddlebag, fingers in Calik's fur as he finds a new perch atop the bull's head.

Lance vaults back onto Bruna's back, taking Keith’s hand to help him up behind. The Galra wraps his arms around his waist, pressing up close to him. “This is better. I think I’ve been missing you.”

“We’ll be back at the village soon enough,” Lance promises, squeezing Bruna’s sides with his legs. The doe starts forward again, large antlers like coral fans on either side of her head, red hue blending in with the rocky terrain.

They’re back a couple vargas later, sun already hanging low in the sky, chill starting to creep in. Lance feels Keith start to shiver against him. “Go take a bath. I’ll find you something to eat.”

He can feel the eyes of their neighbors upon them. They know exactly what’s happening. He can also sense their displeasure when Keith goes inside alone, and Lance continues on through the village. There’s some strange unease rippling through them...

The scales on his cheekbones start glittering red at the edge of his vision, instincts on high alert. It’s probably making the locals nervous. They can probably sense how on edge he is, and remember the unpredictability red-based Alteans are known for. Fear runs deep, Lance realizes. He can't blame them. There are far fewer Alteans than there are Galra; this is nothing new. And yet, it took an alliance to end what should have been an easy fight. If he were an outsider, he'd be afraid too.

Pulling to a stop outside Krolia’s den, he drops the reins, stroking Bruna’s neck for a moment, a gentle thanks for her work in getting them here.

Krolia’s inside, kneading some bread.

“Chills set in?” she asks, pointedly not looking at him.

“Yes. Just as we were coming in, actually.”

“It’ll probably be a while before his temperature rises enough.”

“Why does he need a fever anyway?” Lance asks, helping the woman wrap food in leaves. “It seems like it would be detrimental, since it’s so taxing.”

“Put these in the cellar so they won’t spoil. They’re mostly shelf-stable, but still, it’ll keep them fresher.” Krolia accepts a cloth bag from Lance, filling it with food. “Fever kills sperm, and the resulting skew in his fertility encourages his body to become receptive.”

“Makes sense?” It doesn’t really, but what does he know? Krolia hums, hands him the heavy bag. “Thank you. I’ll take good care of him, I promise.”

“It doesn’t really matter, does it? Either way, he’s already yours.”

“Isn’t that why it matters?” Lance shakes his head. “I don’t have time to argue this right now. Thank you for the food. We appreciate it.”

He pauses in the entryway. “You should come visit once his season’s over. He’d be happy to have you. We can’t stay past the end of the phoeb, so if you want to see him, you’d best do it soon.”

“I’ll keep that in mind,” the Galra woman murmurs, staring at him. “Leave your elk here. I’ll take care of them. And BleepBloop.”

“Thank you.”

Back outside, under watch of the villagers, Lance pulls what he needs from the elks’ saddlebags, leaves the rest on the ground before tying them to a post by a water trough. He pets BleepBloop's head, amused he the little primate removes his hand so he can pet him back. “See you soon, guys. Be good for us.”

Wolfing down some food, Lance hurries back to the den, finding a wet-furred Keith sitting on the bed, chirping softly. “Hey, beloved. You okay?”

The Galra nods, having perked up the moment he arrived. Lance hands him some food, stores the rest away. Then he takes up the towel, ruffling Keith’s fur as he dries him off, finishing by squeezing a fresh one through his long hair.

“I feel cold.”

“I promise you’re not.” The air around Keith feels warmer than usual, the trembling of his body making Lance’s work a little more difficult as he parts Keith’s hair. “I’m going to make three braids, and then braid those together. It should keep your hair from falling out and getting tangled.”

Dropping a kiss to Keith’s shoulder, Lance waits for his husband’s nod before he continues. “Everything’s gonna be okay, beloved. I’m right here. Everything will be fine.”

“I- I know. I just-” He shivers again, teeth chattering.

“Shhh… Just eat. Drink some water. I’ll take care of the rest.” Lance finishes braiding Keith’s braids, long, clever fingers making quick work of the thick locks.

While Keith eats, Lance goes and ties down the entryway cloth, gazing out at the sky to see that the typically fluffy, white or gray clouds are thick and dark, blanketing the sky as far as he can see.

He covers the windows, too. The air might get a little stale, but he’s been told it’s customary. Some guise of privacy, it keeps the den dark, makes bearers feel more secure during their seasons. It should keep the rain out, too.

He throws more wood in the inside firepit, hoping to raise the temperature some more as he coaxes flames into a clump of leaves and twigs. The less effort Keith has to put into this, the better off he’ll be. He gets water, brings it to the bedroom. Keith’s staring, amethyst eyes luminous in the dark, large, anxious, pleading.

“I’m here, sweetheart, I’m here.” Lance settles in beside him. “Would you like some more blankets?”

Keith nods, snuggles up to him, rubbing his cheeks into Lance’s shirt, marking him with his scent as his fingers slip beneath the fabric.

“Okay, okay. Give me a tick.” Lance yanks his shirt over his head, lets a purring Keith burrow into his warmth. He lays on his back, pulling extra blankets with him, puts his arm around Keith's waist. He can feel every tremor racking his husband’s frame. “There we go, there we go. That’s it.”

They lie there together in silence, Keith’s purring, the wind whistling around their den the only noises. Another strong tremor wracks his husband’s frame, adding the chatter of teeth to the ambience.

A low, deep rumbling rattles the air around them, followed by a roars as the rain starts coming down in a torrent. Lance tenses. “What was that?”

“A thunderstorm.”

“Oh. That’s what thunder sounds like?” Lance trails fingers through the mane of fur down Keith’s spine, feeling his body continue to heat up. “It’s louder than I imagined.”

“It’s louder when it’s close.” Another violent shiver has Keith curling closer to him. He feels like he’s on fire. “Lance…”

“I know… I know. You’ll be alright.”

As it turns out, Lance didn’t know at all.

Contrary to his very immature expectations, seasons aren’t really fun or sexy. At least, not for him.

Seasons are for reproduction, pure and simple. Which means Keith’s just… there, passively responding to his ministrations. And when he’s not, he’s asleep, or just uncomfortable and miserable. The fever makes him lethargic, sapping him of energy, but also of appetite. What little he can eat makes him nauseous, and he mumbles once that he wishes he’d just throw up.

Lance does his best, even if his best doesn’t feel good enough. The truth is, he hates it, and he misses his husband the entire movement he’s in season, though he never leaves his side.

Keith doesn’t really enjoy himself either. He just feels ill, horny, and generally uncomfortable. The only thing that actually helps is Lance’s ‘presence’, and his quintessence, both of which the man gives him freely. It soothes some of his distress, makes him better able to eat and drink, helps him find the energy for his fever. He has Lance check his temperature more than once, just to make sure he’s holding steady. He is, mostly, within a margin of one or two degrees. He only dips low once, near the end, and he distinctly remembers Lance scooping him up and setting him in a piping hot bath.

He doesn’t really remember much else. It all kind of blended together in the end.

What he does remember is afterward, waking up with his head on Lance’s chest, a hand running up and down his back, curled fingers coursing through his thick mane.

“Hey, Beloved.” A tug on his braid. “Good morning.”

“Mmf.” Keith’s entire body aches. “Is it, though?”

“I’m here. You’re here. Seems a good morning to me.”

“Mnh. I suppose.” Keith gently runs a hand up and down Lance’s scales and skin. “You okay?”

“Am I okay? Are you okay?”

Sore. Tired. Cranky.” Another deep sigh. “A little nauseous. How long has it been since I’ve eaten?”

“A while.” Lance rubs his back. His own voice sounds hoarse. He sleeps when Keith sleeps. “I was going to get you to eat something, but then your fever started to break.”

“Ugh... I don’t feel good.”

“I’m not surprised. You really put us through it, Beloved.” There’s a hum of warmth beneath Keith’s skin as Lance tries to soothe his aching muscles. “You wanna eat, or sleep some more?”

Too tired to say any more, Keith nods, nuzzling against Lance’s throat as a gentle purr thrums low in his throat. A little amused, Lance pulls him closer, rubs behind his ear. He’d sleep too -he’s quite tired himself- but he’s worried. He hadn’t expected this to be so taxing for Keith.

He’d been told multiple times, but he still felt unprepared.

“Please be okay, beloved.”

“Hm… My good man. Nithi’i oma anithi’i.”

Lance smiles. “Se sart-he losi sart-ha.”

You are my person.

#LoveAftertheFact #LAtF #klance #galtean au #altean lance #galra keith #adashi #altean adam #galra shiro #voltron legendary defender #vld

[illprotectyou-hearteyes]

I didn’t get around to writing a role reversal fic, but I took notes on how I imagined it playing out, so I’m cleaning those up to post here :)

I. Ethan the Tech:

In the films Benji is known for his extremely high turnaround rate in addition to his skill. I don’t necessarily think that’s the case for Ethan as a tech; he’s not especially fast, he just Does Not Give Up. The IMF gives him the projects the other techs have declared impossible, because he will keep working at them until he finds a solution or they decide they need him for something else and tear the project from his hands. (He actually has a pretty impressive turnover rate as well, but that has less to do with speed than with the frankly horrifying number of hours he works).

In a similar vein, Ethan didn’t start out at the top of his class. No one picked him out as a natural talent at tech work, because frankly, he wasn’t. He became one of the best through sheer Tenacity. 

He’s pretty discontent as a tech, though. He enjoys the work itself well enough, but from the start he’s disturbed by how little information they’re given regarding the context and purpose of the projects they work on, and one day when he pulls on a loose thread he learns some horrifying secrets about what the IMF is willing to do. After that he tries to figure out the context of each project and does the occasional tampering when he sees fit, but the IMF is paranoid about people like him and keep their techs in a stranglehold to prevent it. So there’s only so much Ethan can do, and he is in a constant state of guilt/anxiety that whatever he is currently working on will be used for harm.

His inspiration for joining the field is a pretty direct reversal of the film. Through some series of events Benji asks him to do something ... not strictly on the books, and Ethan not only does it but positively jumps on the chance. That’s what gets into his head that field work would force the IMF to give him all the information relative to the missions he worked (this proves only half-true at best; but this is still a relatively young and innocent Ethan), and that it would put him in a position to directly affect how the IMF’s orders are carried out. And if it means getting to work with the IMF super-agent who is always failing so endearingly to present the cool and collected image that’s expected from him and who has about as little respect for the agency as Ethan himself, well. He’s not about to object.

II. Benji the Field Agent

This Benji is a better fighter than his film counterpart due to his training having been more focused on it/more experience, but it’s far from his greatest asset. What really made him a legend in the IMF was his analytical skills and the creativity of his problem-solving—where others are stuck on protocol and rote strategy, Benji approaches each problem purely on its own terms. 

His survival and success is also aided considerably by the face that newer teammates are desperate to prove themselves to this IMF legend, while those who have known him for any period of time inevitably have their “MUST PROTECT AT ALL COSTS” instincts awakened at full force. They’d never let on, because he’d think it meant they saw him as a particularly vulnerable agent, when it really isn’t that at all. It’s rather something about how even this Benji dampened by trauma is so undisguisedly human; how he looks after them in a way the IMF never did; how for him this work is about doing good, not ‘doing the job’. He allows them to grasp back onto the hope of making the world better motivated them to become field agents in the first place before the IMF beat it out of them; he reminds them that the world is worth saving and in the process (accidentally) becomes, in their eyes, the most important one of all to save.

I kind of like the idea, though, that Benji does put on a bit of a show of being hardened, and on a verbal level he justifies his constant defiance of the IMF not on a moral basis but on the basis of their orders not making sense. Literally no one whose been on more than one mission with him believes this, but they let him pretend they do. Ethan has his suspicions from the start but has some level of anxiety that the facade might be the reality. If I was actually writing a fic it would lead to a more polished version of this exchange:

*Benji makes a choice that from a strategic perspective is completely illogical and is purely to reduce risk to civilians and/or team members* 

Ethan: But Benji, that … doesn’t make sense. 

Benji: I KNOW I KNOW. It’s about protecting people, okay?? 

Ethan: I knew it!! But then why … 

Benji: I have a reputation as the coolest agent in the IMF—don’t ask me why, I’ve got nothing—but that’s what gets me on the important missions, where I can really help. I can’t admit to such a sappy core motive. Besides, if the glove fits and all that. Incompetence drives me up one wall and down another. Everything we do is life and death, you’d think they’d hire people with half a brain!! But nooo [etc]” 

(at this point Ethan is spiraling about some mistake he made and whether Benji would judge him incompetent)

(spoiler alert he doesn’t)

(Ethan doesn’t bring up the mistake here, though. Instead): 

Ethan: Benji, despite how it’s going to sound I really really don’t mean this as an insult, but you suck at the ‘cool guy’ act. That’s not what people love you for.

(Benji pretends to be insulted but it’s actually the most touching thing anyone has ever said to him. He tries very hard to focus on that instead of the fact that Ethan maybe-possibly just implied he was one of the people who loves him. He fails)

III. Dynamic on Missions:

When Ethan joins the IMF, he takes “MUST PROTECT BENJI AT ALL COSTS” to a whole new level. When pressed he says it’s because Benji is so critical to the IMF’s work and because with how much he does to protect others, someone’s got to protect him. It’s a perfectly true answer, and if it’s also kind of because he might be a little head-over-heals-in-love, there’s no need to mention that detail.

This does NOT help with Benji’s guilt complex about having been a key factor in why Ethan transitioned from tech to the dangers and trauma of field work. (He knows about this because Ethan told him as much one day when Benji was feeling insecure about his abilities. The revelation might not have had the intended affect.)

Unfortunately Benji’s guilt and fear for Ethan (and maybe also definitely being wildly in love shhhhhh) leads to him convincing himself that Ethan is more of a tech person than a field agent, and while he’s invaluable to have on-hand in the field it only makes sense to keep out of the more heightened danger-spots. This is not only a miserable failure (Ethan has a habit of rushing in anyway, the most annoying part of which is that his judgement is usually good), but results in Ethan feeling like Benji doesn’t trust him and/or he’s doing something wrong, even though he can’t figure out what. This in turn results in him constantly trying to prove himself and making even riskier decisions.

Ummm stuff happens, they communicate and are happy, The End

#benthanweek2020 #day 5 #role reversal au