#stell stairs

[moodboard-in-progress]

School at Ecclesfield, Yorkshire: the main entrance hall staircase

#Sir John Burnet Tait & Lorne #architecture #public buildings #british architecture #stairs #staircase design #stell stairs

[herossoups]

random icons; honkai stair rail

#icons #obsessed with this game rn… #honkai star rail #honkai stair rail icons #herta icons #bronya icons #kafka icons #march 7th icons #trailblazer icons #caelus icons #stelle icons #hsr icons

[sea-of-dust]

Unexpected Affection

Kafka, Stelle,Blade x GN!Reader

Summary: They never really showed this level of affection before...

Notes: 🗿 just gonna cram this in so those two people that unfollowed me come back. Had a werid urge to cram asuka in here he looks like one of those little fluff dogs, dude.

Warnings: suggestive humor and scenes, betrayed audience (IM SORRY 🙇‍♀️🙇‍♀️),Barely proofread

She's always showing you affection

Touching your hand if you were to sit across from her. Offering to carry you home if too tired. She's very happy to do things for you!

You think her being like this is almost her way of repaying you for being patient while she's out stellaron hunting

She'd text you whenever she was free she'd love seeing how fast you'd respond. "The missions taking a while, I'm sorry if I'm late" you'd type almost immediately after she sent that "don't worry about it! Stay safe." With a small thumbs up emoji afterword. Her heart melts, you can't be this cute.

She loves greeting you by getting home first and sitting down on the couch. "Long time no see~" "Kafka..." the way you say her name she wishes to record it. Your greeting smile and small sweets you prepare for her always make her warm up a bit.

"How did you know I was coming back?" She'd lean into the hug rubbing your arms with her thumb. "I don't so when you don't come back I just kinda eat those alone-" She takes a bag of those snacks with her now, how could you say something like that with a smile on your face-

The longest time she's been out was two months barely being able to text you. So as soon as the mission was done, she excused herself. Waiting for you to come home so she could great you.

"Kaf-" You couldn't even finish your sentence before she kissed you suddenly, holding your hands pinning one to the wall. She kisses you with an eagerness, almost a need for you. You pull away to catch your breath, she'd fail to hide her want for more almost hearts in her eyes. She goes back in holding your waist as she enjoys the long kisses in between short gasps for air. She'll get her fix of you,slipping her toungue in feeling yours squirm everytime they touch, she really can't get enough of you only backing off when she felt shes had enough. "I prepared dinner for us" she wraps her arms around your shoulders, leading you to the dining table completely decorated.

She pulls out a chair for you as you sit down with her and catch up. "So how was the stellaron?" "Alot more active than usual took too much work" a sigh escapes her lips. You two continue to chatter on while eating.

As soon as you two finish eating, she helps you clean up. She can't take your hands off you while you wash dishes. She slowly rock your waist to sync with her movements. She takes off her gloves to touch your face. "As unprovoked as ever" she mumbles leaning into you "Why yes it takes alot of focus to wash dishes" she smiles at the joke leaning in to kiss you "Why yes the dishes are quite a vicious foe"

She just likes being near you. You smell nice...also you're able to keep her from turning into the local raccoon.

you would catch her looking at trash, always somehow be there to pull her away last second. "Come on, Stelle!" You drag her away.

She'd like to place small kisses on your cheek whenever you're not paying attention. She almost did this infront of the star rail crew. "The next planet..." You grab her face, holding her there. "heard that place is hotter than 12 volcano" March and Dan Heng would kinda continue to convo with her kinda stuck there

She can't sleep without you nearby. She's like the demon in the dark you run up the stairs from. She'd just stand there in the doorway as the light kinda makes her look like a shadow. "Uhhh Stelle" "..." you're barely awake yet you could tell it was her. You tsk before lifting your blanket lazily. "Come here" she nearly runs into bed with you cuddling into you. "You need a night light...maybe I'll take one from March" you pat her head as she scoots closer to you.

You had a maid run up to you shrieking about someone jumping out of a closet. "I'll go check it out miss I'll contact you if you it's anything serious" you go to check the room walking in and closing the door. You hear something in the closet and peak in only to have the doors fly open, Stelle almost jumping out trying to stop herself realizing who it was. "So you jump scared the room service lady" she nods "....wanna try that on sampo?"

She gets caught up in boxing and actively shows off how good she is. She always looks for you in the audience and shows off her win. "Congrats Stelle, but put him down!"

She won't admit it but she maybe maybe- likes pda. Maybe she does like holding your hand in public or the thought of you kissing her without a care. You'll never get her to say it tho. She just brushes her fingers on yours, occasionally hoping you'd hold onto her hand.

You found her in a trash can as usual but this time one on her head. You looked at her flabbergasted. "Stelle- get that off of your-" you were interrupted by her pulling it up and kiss you. Her tongue slipping in a bit, lowering the trash can down for a bit of privacy. You pull away, "Stelle what the-" she kisses you again before you pull her off gently "wait till we're on the express k?" You blush softly. She pounts a bit but still waits pulling the trashcan lower.

Turns out she forgot when you got back to the express a few days later when she does remmber tho she nearly runs at you slamming your door. "Eh what?" You rub your eyes seeing the raccoon in all of her glory "Stelle?" Your eyes a bit hazy yet you could still tell it was her, she nearly jumps on you immediately taking off her jacket. "Youre always up to something-" she cuts you off putting a finger to your mouth "shush" she smirks teasingly "been waiting for this for a long while now~" her voice is so calm yet you could almost feel mischief radiating off of her.

She kisses you for a long while, only pulling away to catch her breath quickly going back to it moments later. She didn't even care when March came knocking, wondering where she was. If anything, she just became more passionate. She adores your little tired noises every time she does something to fluster you. The infamous rubbing circles in your back always managed to get an embrassed squeak out of you. As soon as you pull her off breathing heavily, she'll notice just how flustered she made you. Her job was complete staying with you that night so she could do it all again in the morning.

He isn't too open even when in a relationship

You know he loves you he just doesn't say it outloud. You usually have to make moves and he'd slowly respond to those things, he's almost confused. "You're so stiff" you hug him from behind "as stiff as a board~" leaning into him a bit. As you hug him he's not really sure what to do. Does he hug back backward? Does he turn around and hug you? Does he just embrace it? So may questions running through a very straight faced man

The quickest way you flustered him is when you ask about the future while laying your head on his lap. "Blade... you think you might settle down with me when there's no longer stellarons to hunt." He didn't move, but it was clear to see the blush on his face. As he softly pats your head, you could almost hear him mumble a "I want to..."

He offen tries to sneakily hold your hand. "Oh?" He would stay straight faced, holding your hand behind your backs. Gripping your hand a bit tighter sometimes. "Is this your way of being flustered?" "No" he'd squeeze your hand. "Uh huh"

He wants you to braid his hair. He'd sit down with his back facing you, and you'd be so confused. When you finally offered, you could tell he almost ran but didn't wanna embrass himself. "Alright, sit -" he sits with his back turned to you in the same spot as usual. "Oh...so THAT'S what you meant." "What did you think I mean?" "That you were mad at me. " "...." he got his hair braided but still sensed undying guilt

He'd be so confused if you bought him any sort of gift. He's grateful, but... how to use it. "Blade...it's a fake flower, and when ya open it!" You carefully twist off the bud. "It's a chapstick!" He looks down at it, then back at you,"are my lips that crusty. " "No! No! I just got it cause I thought you wanted one! Always notice you staring at mine when I use it" he doesn't tell you, but he's been wondering about indirect kissing via chapstick.

All this thinking of kissing is gonna get in the way of stellron hunting it's too the point Kafka picks up on it and starts teasing him. "Bladie~, you seem flustered." "..." she smirks. "Is it that cute person you're dating!" He's pink trying to hide it, but he's blushing just thinking of you. "Your little play thing surprised you haven't given up on revenge just to stay with them longer." she walks in circles around him, annoying him but fluttering him none the less

He caught you asleep while waiting for him, so he tried to sneak into your arms without waking you. He'd fail...horrendously. you'd feel soft breaths and your arms going around a figure patting your head as you slept. Jokes on him, after you caught him doing this for a multitude of times, you just decided to pretend not to wake. Hopefully, making him feel like he's getting better at this.

He hides his cravings to wanna kiss you, but when he wants them, it's so odvious. He stays around you more often with almost no room for air, his frown deepening and eyes softening almost as if softly begging for something.

When he finally acted on this urge, it was only when you figured it out, kissing his cheek as he turned into a blushing mess. "Oh ho~, it seems someone got a bit excited for that," you smirk teasingly, hugging him. "Did you want one of these too?" His breath was heavy, his hair covering some of his face, but you could tell you had him on the ropes. Suddenly, he cups your face and leans in hesitantly before kissing you, slowly getting more passionate as he grips the clothes near your waist. You softly laugh at this, hearing him scoff, taking this chance you kiss him again in a slightly teasing way as he fully embraces your affection. He gets more egar gripping your clothes a bit tighter as his small kisses turn into deep, long ones with short gaps for air. He'd look so ashamed whenever he pulled away for breath. "If you're tired, we could save it for later." You smirk teasingly. "...just one more," you kiss his cheek. "..." You smirk, kissing his lips. "You're cute whenever you want something, you know"

#hsr x reader #honkai x reader #honkai star rail #honkai star rail x gender neutral reader #honkai star rail x you #honkai star rail x reader #star rail #kafka x you #kafka x reader #stelle #stelle x reader #stelle x you #hsr blade #blade x you #blade x y/n #blade x reader #100 followers #100 follower special

[trendywaifus]

↳ i’m like the wind, baby!

turns out the infamous serial killer is pretty hot and stupid so you take advantage of that. — inspired by scary movie.

↳ featuring, ghostface! stelle

(cw)— fem! dom! reader, reader is a pervert, stelle has a cock, humiliation, vaginal sex, penetration, blowjob, overstimulation, dubcon, handjob, teasing, cursing, pet names, injury

you yelped at the abrupt sound of the shitty telephone ringing through the kitchen, breaking the ominous silence. with a racing heart, you stalk over towards the phone. sighing heavily through your nose, you picked up the phone reluctantly,

“ hello? look, this isn’t funny, stop calling my—“

a deep feminine voice interrupts you,

“ i’m going to kill you, i’m going to chop you up into pieces and stuff you into a trash bag. “

you gasped in shock, “ wh-what the fuck? who are you, how did you get my num—“

“ i’m in the house. “ the woman giggles on the other end. you immediately pace over to the living room, looking around the room frantically as they continued to taunt and giggle into your ear like a child.

“ i can be anywhere, i’m like the wind, baby. where am i? “

your gaze landed on a pair of black shoes sticking out from the side of the couch. brows furrowed with confusion, you responded back, “ uhm. .you’re behind the couch? “ what caused you to be puzzled even more was the genuine confusion in their voice upon your discovery.

“ h-how, how did you know? “

you wanted to face palm so bad.

“ because your shoes are literally poking out from the side of the couch. “

clad in an all black costume with the rumored ghost face mask, the killer immediately stands up, groaning with the phone still pressed up against their ear through the mask. “ okay, okay— let me try again. turn around! no peeking! “

fighting the urge to roll your eyes, you turned around. grunting and rustling bounces of the walls of the living room. was this really the killer that supposedly committed multiple brutal murders?

“ okay, now you can turn around. can you guess where i am now? “ they asked, giggling. you turned back around, already noticing the knife poking around from behind the curtains of the large window. “nooo, i don’t. where could you possibly be? “ you inquired sarcastically, slowly walking out the room, hoping to sneak towards the front door to escape.

“ i’ll give you a big clue! “ they popped out from the behind the curtains, somehow jumpscaring the absolute shit out of you. you dropped the phone in terror and sprinted towards the stairs. before they can follow behind you, they randomly slipped on the wooden floor. hearing the loud thump accompanied with a soft groan, you whipped your head around to see what happened. your jaw dropped in shock at the mask and knife strewn about on the floor.

“ holy shit! you’re a woman?! a handsome looking one at that! “ you gawked, looking over at the grey–haired woman in awe. at this point, you’re not even scared anymore. “ seriously, now i don’t even mind you being a dumb serial killer, why don’t we settle this in bed? “

a deep blush appears on her cheeks. “ you’re such a freak! i’m definitely cutting off your tongue first! “ she hurriedly slides her mask back on and grabs her knife before running up the stairs after you. “ and i’m the freak! “ you quickly grabbed a random vase from a small shelf and threw it at her. it shatters on her head and stuns her for a few moments, giving you enough time to run up the last flight of stairs and dash to your room. you snatched the bat from your closet and hid behind the door.

not a second later, she comes rushing in the bedroom, breathing heavily. “ shit, why is this mask so stuffy? “ she mumbles to herself then blurts out, “ come out, skank. maybe i��ll give you a chance if you let me drag my totally big, super sharp, knife across your pretty skin—“

you tip–toed over to the supposed killer, raising your bat to strike her. her back was facing you which made it quite easy to whack her on the head. “gotcha, you dumb raccoon!” you grinned, proudly watching her tumble over to the bed, groaning in pain. you have her right where you want her. you pounced on the taller woman, taking the knife from her hand and tossed it somewhere in the room. “ honestly, how did i catch you first and i’m suppose to be the victim? “ you mused loudly, flipping her around on her back and pulled the mask off from her head.

she peers at you through her messy grey hair, shockingly beautiful golden eyes dazed from the blow to the head. you kind of felt bad, she reminded you of a hurt puppy. you straddled her hips, pinning her wrists down with both hands. “ i didn’t hit you too hard, did i baby? here, i’ll make you feel better.” you pressed your lips against hers hungrily, not caring about the metallic taste. perhaps you may have hit her too hard because she’s barely even fighting back.

“ lemme go. .” she demands weakly. you pepper kisses along her jaw and down her neck. “ and to do what, sweetheart? kill me? you’re cute. “ you laughed, running a hand over her chest and squeezed one of the supple mound of flesh. it felt like it was little above average. “ tits probably bigger than mine. “

she emits a cute little mewl, a suspicious object brushes against your thigh. curious, you instinctively palmed it. the pretty woman moans loudly, buckling her hips against your hand. “ don’t tell me. .” your gaze skims down to confirm your suspicions. you squeeze it experimentally, she whimpers. you stroke it, it pulsates. “ pl-please stop. .” she looks at you with tears already in her eyes. why was she the one begging and crying?

“ you have a dick? wow, it feels like i caught a rare pokémon. “

you pulled down the zipper of her ragged black pants and freed her cock from her boxers. it stood up proud, not too big or small at all; it was the perfect size with decent girth and curve. “ fuck, how could you be a killer, “ your hand wraps around her cock and stroking it painfully slow. “ but be so fuckin’ silly and dumb? “

“ d-don’t call me dumb! “ she chokes out through her tears, biting her lips to hold back a throaty moan. pre-cum pools out of her mushroom tip, you swiped your fingers over it to use it as lube. you grinned mischievously and dipped down to whisper in her ear. “ but you are, pretty girl. you broke into my home and waste my time to try at your attempt to “kill” me? play stupid games, you win stupid prizes.“ you fastened your pace, fisting her throbbing cock.

she sobs, arching her back in pleasure as she feels the tension tighten in her abdomen. “shit, m’gonna cum—cumming! “ her cock pulsates, thick ropes of cum spurts everywhere and gets all over the sheets and her pants. “ woah, you came so much from just me stroking you, this is practically straight out of a shitty porn scene. “ you scoffed.

exhausted, her chest heaves heavily, mind clouded with lust. the fact that her dick was still hard made your heart jump with excitement. she watches you with tired eyes as you reposition yourself between her legs. “ you still have more for me, good. “ you encircles your lips around her shaft, licking at the remains of her cum. her breathe hitches as she feels your warm mouth fully take her.

you lazily moved your lips up and down on her sensitive cock, taking note of the occasional twitch in your mouth.“ o-oh shit. .! “ she breathes, her gloved hands flies to your head, weakly tugging at your (h/c) locks. the flat of your warm tongue drags itself along the base, leaving trails of saliva and cum. she desperately pushes her hips further against your mouth, allowing more of her cock to inch further to the back of your throat. “your mouth feels s’good! ”she whimpers, fat tears running down her flush cheeks.

in response, you moved faster and albeit sloppily, so did her hips. the lewd slurping noises coming from you completely pushed her over the edge. “ f-fuck, i’m cumming again! “ she throws her head back in pure ecstasy, eye squeezed shut as she cums in your mouth. you swallowed the best you could but there was still lots it gushing out of your mouth and dribbling down her cock.

you pulled away, licking the remains of her seed off your lips. “ w-want m-more. “ she whines softly at the loss of warmth and pleasure. you chuckled at her eagerness and undid your jeans then discarded them on the floor. “ oh, you will. “ you positioned yourself over her length, pulling your soaked panties to the side. “ i’m not gonna miss a chance to fuck a hot, stupid serial killer like you silly. “ lining yourself up with her tip, you slowly sinked yourself down.

your aching pussy welcomes her cock like a blanket. you moaned at the nice feeling of her stretching you out. “ fuck, you even feel perfect inside of me. “ her hands places themselves on your hips and squeezed them weakly, urging you to move. you lifted your hips up, her cock dragging against your walls before slamming back down. “ you’re s’tight. . ! “ she moanful groans, trying her best to keep up with your little ruts. drool escapes her lips, nothing but pleasure and euphoria fills her body. “ I know baby, you can handle it. “ you cooed.

the bed creaks with every roll of your hips, pushing her further into the mattress. grey hair messily splayed across the sheets, face cutely scrunched up, and lips parted open; waiting to be swollen up by your lips—why does she gotta be so—

“ damn stupid?! “ you cried disappointedly, continuing to ride her dick. “ on top of that, a fucking serial killer! “

your supposed attacker was too pussy drunk to even fully comprehend your outburst.

#stelle x reader #hsr stelle #honkai star rail x reader #honkai star rail #honkai x reader #hsr x reader #hsr smut #honkai star rail smut #honkai star rail women x reader

[teaberrii]

Year of the Dragon

You and Dan Heng are a match made in heaven until fate takes him away from you too soon. Years later, you think you moved on with a mutual friend who shared your grief and stuck with you during tough times until you meet a mysterious man with a striking resemblance to your past lover and a hidden motive. You’re determined to get rid of him, but how are you going to get rid of a god?

Dan Feng/You

Notes:

Cross-posted on Ao3

Genshin Impact and Honkai: Star Rail crossover

Female reader

Chapter index at the end of chapter one

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Chapter 1: Take Me Home

The strapless, white dress with light, gold sparkles all around hugs your bodice and flares out at your hips and thighs, creating a dramatic silhouette that makes you look ethereal. Yet, the happiness reflected in your eyes is far from what should be present in a wife-to-be. You step off the small stool and leave the changing room, where your friends are waiting for you.

"This is the one!" March exclaims. Then, with a teasing smile: "Looks like a dress he'll want to get his hands on if you know what I mean."

Stelle sighs. “Is there no limit to your inappropriate innuendos?”

March puts her arm around you. “You know I’m right, Stelle. They’re taking the next step together as blissful newlyweds where intimacy is at its finest.” She winks at you. “You gotta take advantage of those golden years.”

“Gotcha,” you say. “I’ll definitely keep that in mind.”

March puts her hands on her hips. “Hey! I’m serious!”

Stelle has a hand on her chin, looking you up and down. “I agree with March. It’s a beautiful dress, but most importantly, it fits you very well.”

“Oh my! You look absolutely gorgeous!” You hear the heels of a woman working at the high-end boutique. She's already behind you, admiring the dress, by the time you turn around. “It’s like it was made for you.”

“...It’s like it was made for you.”

You were standing in front of a mirror with him behind you. His hug was warm and comforting, and when he put his chin on your shoulder and smiled, you felt like the luckiest woman in the world.

“It’s beautiful,” you said.

“You really like it?”

You turned around. “Of course!”

“Then, it’s yours.”

“Wh—What? Just like that?”

He awkwardly rubbed the back of his head. “I… designed it for you. It was my first time, and I wasn’t sure if you’d—”

You cut him off with a kiss on his soft lips. “...I love it, Dan Heng.”

“Would you like to see some accessories that’ll go perfectly with this dress?”

“Oh, yes, of course she would,” March answers for you.

Soon enough, you, Stelle, and March are following the worker toward another part of the boutique. You’re walking up the stairs when she looks over her shoulder and asks:

“So, who’s the lucky man?”

There’s a brief pause before you answer her. “We were high school friends.”

She gasps. “Oh! High school sweethearts? That’s adorable! I adore those kinds of stories. It’s so rare for a relationship after high school to work out, and… ”

The rest of her rambling falls on deaf ears. It’s something you’re used to hearing when you tell people the simple basics about your “fairytale relationship” with your fiancé. You met in high school and were friends for a very long time before you got together. As soon as people heard that, you never had to explain how you got together as most people were enamoured by the "high school sweetheart love story." You never want to explain anyway, considering how you ended up with your fiancé is as beautiful as it is painful.

If you never lost the love of your life, you and he never would've happened.

“Is there anything you have in mind?” the woman asks as soon as you reach an area filled with expensive but stunning wedding accessories for women.

“Not anything in particular, but—"

Elegantly displayed on the neck of a female mannequin is a crescent moon necklace made out of pure gold. As soon as the woman notices what you're looking at, she says:

“Oh, good eye! That design is new! It’s…”

Again, her explanation falls on deaf ears when you’re once again reminded of him.

“Can I look now?”

“Patience.”

You were standing on the balcony of Dan Heng’s room, facing the view of his family’s garden with his eyes closed. You had a hunch that Dan Heng had a surprise for you, but nothing could’ve prepared you for what you were about to see.

“...Okay. Open your eyes.”

You were speechless upon seeing an elegant, golden necklace in the shape of a crescent moon where your initials are engraved. Dan Heng unclipped the necklace and put it around your neck. His hug was warm and comforting, and you could feel his heartbeat.

“Happy birthday.”

“Hey!” You turn at the sound of March’s voice. She and Stelle are looking at some headpieces in a glass case. March gestures for you to come. You come up beside her just when she says: “This would look great with your dress.”

“Mind the pricetag,” Stelle cautions.

March takes a breath. “Ooh, okay, never mind… This might be a little out of our budget.”

You look back at the necklace. Stelle, noticing that you’re a little distracted, turns and sees the beautiful necklace in the other corner of the room. She looks back at you but says nothing.

Eventually, you wander toward a different corner of the room, looking at earrings and bracelets when you hear Stelle’s voice.

“Everything okay?”

“Yeah,” you say. “Why do you ask?”

“You keep staring at that necklace.”

“Oh, well… It looks just like the one I have.” You force a little smile. "I guess I was a little surprised."

You turn back to look at a new collection of earrings, but Stelle knows what’s on your mind. And like you, she’s reminded of the loss of a friend. She’s seen it all. Your ups and downs with Dan Heng, the man who went from a childhood friend to a lover with the evolution lasting for close to a whole decade.

“This is… truly amazing,” Stelle said, looking closely at the necklace Dan Heng had got you for your birthday. “Rich kid’s… riching.”

“Is that even a word?”

“Probably not.” She stood upright. “But I expected nothing less.” Just then, a large advertisement of a high-end fashion brand introducing their latest fall collection flashed on a tall building. “You never would’ve thought by looking at him.”

You looked in the direction she was looking and saw models with perfect skin and fits on the screen. Then, an elegant-looking logo in the shape of an L appeared on the screen. Seconds later, the name ‘Lunae’ appeared underneath the logo.

Stelle was right. You never would’ve thought Dan Heng would be the heir to one of the biggest and most luxurious fashion companies in the world. When you first met, he was a scrawny, stubborn kid who ruined your sandcastle. And now, he was someone you loved with all your heart.

March stretches as soon as the three of you leave the boutique. The only thing you bought was the dress.

“Gosh, that was exhausting. I’m starved.”

“Isn’t there a Cultural Festival going on right now?” Stelle asks. “We could go there for some food.”

“Oh, you’re right!” March takes out her phone. “Today’s the second day… I think? There’s supposed to be some awesome performances happening.”

You’re on the way there with your friends when your phone goes off. You slow down and take the call as it’s from your fiancé.

“Miss me?”

“Oh, of course. It’s…” You look at your watch. “It’s only been an afternoon.”

“That’s too long without you.”

“Okay, okay. What’s the real reason you called, huh?”

“On my way to drop things off at the pawn shop, and then I’m going to grab some groceries for tonight. Anything you want for dinner?”

March looks back and sees you smiling and talking about something. Then, when you get off the phone and join her and Stelle, she asks:

“Was that your man?”

“He has a name, you know,” you say. “But yes, that was. Nothing exciting. Just syncing up for what we’re going to have for dinner.”

“Should’ve flustered him and said—”

“March,” Stelle deadpans.

“What? You don’t even know what I was going to say!”

Your fiancé had been a friend of yours, Stelle’s, and later Dan Heng's in high school. He’d confessed his feelings after knowing that your life was on the road to normalcy after the terrible, horrific accident that left you as an empty shell. Because of him, your days became brighter, but there was never a day where you didn’t think of Dan Heng and… what could’ve been. But, you love your fiancé, and that’s all that matters.

It’s late afternoon by the time you reach the Cultural Festival, which is bustling with visitors from all walks of life. You got to do some wine tasting from the Mondstadt booth—where you also heard the not-so-subtle gossip about how “hot” the bartender was—and showed off your calligraphy skills at the Inazuma booth. As the Year of the Dragon is right around the corner, you also enjoy a memorable lion dance performance with people from your hometown, Xianzhou, and the neighbouring region, Liyue.

“Oi, Haitham! Where’s my wallet?”

You and your friends walk by a pretty male who’s searching for something inside his bag while not too far away another handsome blonde is showcasing his swordsmanship with a blue-haired male on stage.

“Ooh, there’s also a fortune-telling booth,” March says. The map she’s holding is so big, it covers her entire upper body as she holds it. “Wanna check it out?”

“Lead the way.”

You and Stelle follow March past a popular circus show by the Cirque de Fontaine. You almost bump into a tall man with long dark blue hair with red tips and his friend, a man with long blonde hair and green eyes, as you’re distracted by the cheers for a young man and woman who look nearly identical on stage.

"Careful."

Is it silly that you remind yourself you're getting married when you look into the eyes of the man with the long, dark blue hair? He's handsome, you admit, and his gentle demeanour is reminiscent of Dan Heng. In the end, you quickly apologize and continue on your way.

“We’re here.”

Stelle looks around. “Are you sure this is the right place?”

Unlike the lively atmosphere at the other booths, the one a short distance away is a little… cold. There are no visitors around the dark green tent; the only occupant is a person sitting inside wearing a dark green, brown, and red robe. The hood is up, so you can’t see the person’s face.

“...This looks sus as hell,” March whispers. “Maybe we should go.”

Stelle takes another look at the map. “It’s a registered booth, though.”

“Hello, lovelies.” You and your friends turn toward the person—who you believe is an elderly woman from her voice—inside the tent. She puts her hands together and slightly bows. “Happy New Year… Would you like a free fortune prediction for the upcoming year?”

You and your friends glance at each other, and Stelle says:

“Sure. Why not?”

March grabs her friend’s arm just as Stelle steps forward. “...Girl, are you sure?”

“Ah… the one in pink,” the woman says, and March points to herself. “I see a raise… and possibly a promotion in your future this year. Would you like to learn more?”

March immediately sits in front of her.

“Well, that was fast,” you say.

Stelle sighs. “That’s March for you, I guess.”

You aren’t surprised that your friends are getting such great predictions for the upcoming Year of the Dragon. You assume it’s a business strategy, so you’re expecting to hear how you’ll also thrive and prosper this year. Once you sit in front of her and the woman takes your hand, she immediately looks at you, whereas her head has always been tilted down when reading Stelle and March’s fortunes.

“My child… A wedding is in your near future..." Well, that’s not creepy at all. If you recall, no one has mentioned your wedding, nor are you wearing your engagement ring. “...But, you will walk a path of uncertainty, and only when you walk with the man in the shadows, you will see the light at the end of the tunnel.”

“...Did you… understand any of that?” March whispers.

“No,” Stelle answers flatly. “Not at all.”

“...Man in the shadows?” you ask.

“I cannot see who it is,” the woman says. “...His presence is unlike anything I’ve ever felt before.” Her head tilts downwards, and you assume she’s looking at your palm. “My dear… You’ve suffered a great loss in your past." Your heart freezes over, and your eyes widen. "Fire, destruction… Their bodies were never—”

“Stop!”

You didn’t mean to sound so anxious. But the short cry is clear that time does not heal all wounds. March has a comforting hand on your shoulder while Stelle is baffled and intrigued, though she does not show it. Just who is this woman?

You take back your hand. "Sorry... I... I think that's enough for today."

Then, you stand, but before you can leave with your friends, the woman says:

“...It’s up to you, my child.” You look over your shoulder. “Your Year of the Dragon will be the most exciting yet. Reap its rewards or fall further into darkness.”

“C'mon.” Stelle grabs your arm. "Let's go.”

The woman’s voice is quiet, but you hear:

“Be very careful, my dear.”

◆◆◆

The large golden gates creak open, revealing a spacious room where small, floating lights flicker until they settle on a glowing honey yellow. A tall, slender young man with fair skin, black hair, and green eyes walks with an air of confidence over a gold, dragon-shaped bridge. Statues of dragons are situated around the room—where endless, liquid gold pours from their mouths—into a small river that runs underneath the bridge and into crevices of the walls. If one looks up, it will remind you of a cathedral with large arched windows… except if you look out, you’ll be looking straight into the galaxy.

The footsteps stop just before a set of wide stairs. Two men are sitting across from each other on golden thrones in the shape of a dragon.

“You’re looking well for not having shown your face for weeks, Dan Feng.”

The one with pale skin and waist-length show white hair doesn’t spare Dan Feng a glance. Instead, he’s focused on the chess board in front of him where all the pieces are dragons.

It’s his playing partner, a man with yellow, diamond-shaped pupils and short brown hair with a long fringe on the side of his face, who says:

“Yes. Where have you been? We were quite worried.”

“Worried is a stretch, Zhongli,” the white-haired man says. With a snap of his fingers, one of the chess pieces moves to a different spot and suddenly takes out a weapon and smashes the other piece to smithereens. “I’m sure Dan Feng is capable of taking care of himself. He is one of us, after all.”

“Yes, well, before you two can continue talking as if I’m not here… The Aeons have escaped to the human realm.” Now, Dan Feng knows he has their full attention.

“How do you know this?”

“Not sure if you’ll like it, Neuvi, but a dead, little birdie told me all about it.”

“Sampo?”

Dan Feng nods.

"Did you confirm he was telling the truth?"

"Always the careful one, aren't you?" Dan Feng asks. "But, I did. Went down to the dank dungeons of death myself. Honestly, can't blame them. Their quality of life must've been horrendous."

Zhongli puts a hand underneath his chin. “...The Aeons have been locked up for centuries. How in the world could this happen?"

"Someone must have helped them," Neuvilette says, “why would they do that? And… What would the Aeons want with the humans?” Neuvilette looks at Dan Feng—”Why did Sampo tell you this now?”

“Well, my water dragon friend," Dan Feng says, "Sampo wants us to do something about it. The Year of the Dragon is coming, which means the gates to the human realm will open again. Assuming the Aeons left during the last Year of the Dragon, then they've been causing chaos for over a decade down there. We need to haul their asses back up because this is where they belong."

Suddenly, thunder rumbles in the distance, but no one is fazed. Then, a disembodied, cheerful voice sounds throughout the room:

“Happyyy Year of the Dragon!”

Lightning strikes a spot between Neuvilette and Zhongli, and when the smoke clears, there’s a young girl with mint-green eyes and long purple hair.

“It’s our year once again, my brothers!” She makes a fist and gently hits her heart. “How are we going to celebrate this year?”

“Work, Bailu,” Dan Feng answers flatly. “We have work to do.”

Bailu looks at him incredulously. “What do you mean we have work?” After Zhongli tells her about the conversation earlier, Bailu puts her hands on her hips. “So, you’re telling me that we have to spend the year cleaning up someone else’s mess? We won’t get to go down and party with the humans for another twelve years!”

“We aren’t supposed to get involved with humans in the first place, Bailu,” Neuvilette says. “You know that.”

“Well, yeah… I know. But, I’ve been seeing all the cool technology they’ve been coming up with. Like, did you know they have robots that’ll create art and write for you now? It’s literal magic!”

“It always baffles me how you can get so excited about human technology,” Dan Feng says. He snaps his fingers, and parchment and a quill appear in midair, where the quill writes what’s on Dan Feng’s mind:

We’re Gods.

“But, the fact that humans aren’t and can develop all these cool gadgets makes them so much more interesting!” Bailu looks at the disinterested faces of her dragon brothers. Only Zhongli seems to show mild interest. “Just wait until we get down there and we lose all of our godly powers. You’ll be forced to adapt to human technology just to survive.”

“...We lose our powers?”

“Guess you weren’t expecting that plot twist, huh, Neuvi? You would know if you visit every dragon year. The longer we stay down there, the more human we become. But, as soon as we poof back here, we slowly gain our powers back.”

Neuvilette almost looks disgusted.

“If the Aeons left during the last Year of the Dragon, they would’ve stayed in the human realm for twelve years…" Zhongli says. "At least, they'll be weakened, but we cannot underestimate them."

“We have one whole year!” Bailu whines. “Can’t this Aeon hunting mission wait until after we celebrate? It’s literally our year!”

“I guess it can’t hurt.” Everyone looks at Dan Feng. “It’ll be interesting to see the foolishness of humans during this time.”

“Woo! That’s one for Brother Moon!”

“Brother Moon?” Neuvilette asks.

“He’s the Dragon of the Moon, isn’t he?"

“Anyways,” Zhongli says, “looks like we’ll have no choice but to go to the human realm this year. Make sure you’re prepared.”

Neuvilette sighs. "And if we refuse?"

"Oh, come now, Neuvi," Dan Feng says. "Show some camaraderie. We have a traitor out there... At least the cronies of death know that we're innocent."

Only Bailu is beaming with excitement.

Later that evening, Dan Feng is in his room, looking out at the galaxy when he senses a presence. He doesn’t need to turn around to know who it is.

“Need something, Brother Earth?”

“I’m sure Bailu would be thrilled to hear you’re catching on to her nicknames,” Zhongli says.

“It’ll be our little secret.”

Zhongli is beside him just as an asteroid flies by. “...Sampo is neither friend nor foe." Dan Feng glances at him. “Call me curious, but I just find it strange he would go out of his way to tell you that the Aeons have escaped. How would he know? He’s the Reaper. The Aeons are none of his business.”

“...Sampo may act on his own interests, but even he is afraid of what the Aeons are capable of. Considering if they were to interfere with the natural order of things, it would be disrupting his work.”

“Natural order of things… Are you saying they’d interfere with the afterlife?”

Dan Feng briefly closes his eyes. “Sampo was the one who approached me first.”

The star-covered skies were different shades of purple and pink, and occasionally one would see shooting stars or meteoroids fly by. A tall, muscular man with tufted dark blue hair stood on a cliff, overlooking a long bridge where small, floating lights were bobbing their way across. They were the souls of the deceased, crossing the bridge that would erase their memories of their past life and toward an unknown realm, and only Sampo, the Reaper, could see what they looked like before they died.

“That bored, huh?”

Sampo turned around. “Let’s just say I saw something quite… intriguing. I can’t stop thinking about it, which is why I called you here.”

“Okay,” Dan Feng says, not interested in the slightest. “And what would that be?”

Sampo walked a few steps toward him. “...Did you know you have a doppelganger? A man who looked exactly like you in the human realm. Honestly, I thought it was you but with a better haircut.” He smiled upon seeing the hard look in Dan Feng’s eyes. “...Is it just me, or did you already know about him?”

So, he reincarnated, and if he looked like him, then his life was cut short once again… Dan Feng clenched his fists as he saw his brother’s face. What had happened to him this time? Was it because of a woman… again?

“Your silence is telling me a lot of things,” Sampo said.

“How did he die? You know, don’t you?”

“I do. I had a front-row seat to his untimely death so to speak. Very exhilarating, however.”

“...Untimely? Are you saying it wasn’t time for him to die?”

That cat-like smile was even more annoying than usual.

“I’ll tell you what you want to know. But, in exchange, I need a favour from you and your dragon friends.”

“...That’s when he told me he senses there's something strange going on in the human realm," Dan Feng says. "Over the last decade, he gradually noticed people are dying... when they aren't supposed to."

"And that led to the discovery that the Aeons have escaped?"

"Not directly. It was a fleeting thought, but someone went down to check anyway, and"—Dan Feng slightly smiles—"'lo-and-behold... our big, bad gods are gone. Apparently, there was an investigation without alerting everyone else, and while they couldn’t find our dirty, little traitor, they’re sure it wasn’t anyone from Castle of Dragons.”

“That explains why they entrusted this task to us.” Zhongli glances at his friend. “But it sounds like it worked in your favour. Sampo probably wouldn’t have told you about your doppelganger if he couldn’t get anything in return.”

“He would've baited me for as long as he can,” Dan Feng says flatly.

“...Who is this doppelganger of yours, if I may ask?”

Dan Feng closes his eyes for a brief moment and mutters a name that hasn’t left his lips in centuries.

“Dan Heng, my brother.”

◆◆◆

Over the next couple of days, you and your fiancé are settling nicely in your new home. But, you never told him about the strange encounter with the fortune teller at the Cultural Festival, even though it’s been on your mind. You already know what he’ll say:

“It’s just a creepy coincidence… Don’t let it bother you.”

You’ve never asked, but you gradually noticed how he’d change the topic or brush it aside when it’s about Dan Heng. Perhaps the wound hasn’t fully healed.

Your fiancé is cooking a special dinner for New Year’s Eve when you go to the kitchen to find him.

“Have you seen my necklace?”

“Necklace?” he asks, looking at you. “What necklace?”

“The one Dan Heng gave me. I've been looking for it over the past few days, but—”

“...Oh, that. I… I pawned it.”

“You… what?”

He turns off the stove. “I told you I was dropping some things off at the pawn shop the other day.”

“Why would you do that?!”

“You never wore it anymore. I just…" He walks up to you and attempts to put his hands on your shoulders. But, you step away. "I thought you didn’t want it anymore.”

“Didn’t want it anymore?” You clench your fists. “You should've asked! That wasn’t for you to decide!”

“I’m sorry. I…” He takes a small breath. “You’re right. I should’ve asked instead of making that choice for you. But… It’s about time we move on.”

“...What are you talking about?”

“Don’t you think keeping that necklace is hurting you? Hurting us?” Is it just you, or do you have no idea what he’s talking about? “It’s been years since the accident. Keeping something like that… It’ll only remind you of the past.”

“So, according to your logic, I should also get rid of all the things my parents got me as well.”

“No! Of course not! That’s not what I meant.” You walk out of the kitchen with him following you. “Dan Heng wasn’t just a friend.”

You turn around with a hard look in your eyes. “I’m getting my necklace back.” Then, you walk to the closet near the door to grab your jacket.

“It’s late.” His tone isn’t so kind anymore. “Is it really that important?” You don’t bother answering that question but instead, ask for the address of the pawn shop. He hesitates, and it isn’t until you ask for it again that he finally tells you. You grab your car keys and are about to open the garage door when he grabs your arm. “...It’s my fault, I admit. But, can’t you wait until tomorrow? It’s going to rain.”

Even if it can, you still want to get out of the house anyway.

By the time you arrive at the pawn shop, it’s already raining. The vintage-looking pawn shop looks as if it popped out of a fantasy novel. As soon as you step inside, you smell the scent of fresh wood. The place is lit entirely out of oil lamps. Some are hanging from the ceiling. Some sit on small stands. Old paintings and shelves with books and other knicknacks populate the walls. You walk past a glass case with old journals, compasses, and objects you’ve never seen before—not in Xianzhou, at least. Just when you reach the counter, a young woman pushes the beaded curtain aside.

“Hello.” She steps out. “Can I help you?”

“I’m here for a necklace.”

After describing it to her, she looks almost apologetic. “Oh, I’m sorry… Not too long after that young man dropped it off, someone bought it.” Your heart immediately sinks to the pit of your stomach. “Were you interested in buying it?”

“Buying it? That belonged to me," you say, trying but failing to let your emotions get the better of you. “...Do you know who bought it?”

“A woman. A very pretty one, at that. Long blonde hair and gray eyes. I didn’t get a name, though.”

Well… That really narrows it down.

“I’m sorry," the woman continues. "I wish I could be more helpful.”

You look around, checking the store for any CCTV cameras. When you finally find one, you point to it. “Could you check and see if you can identify her?”

“I can try, but… it's quite old, so I hope I can get some clear footage. Could you come back tomorrow morning?"

What other choice do you have?

By the time you leave the shop, it’s pouring. You quickly get in the car and take a glance at your phone.

Are you coming home? Are you okay? I’m sorry… Please forgive me.

You don’t want to forgive him, but a part of you still hopes that you can talk things out. You shoot a quick reply, telling him that you’ll be back at the shop tomorrow. As soon as you toss your phone in the passenger seat, it buzzes, but you don’t bother looking at it again.

You’re driving slower than usual as it’s getting difficult to see the road in front of you and your only companion is the heavy sound of rain against your car.

The one day you forgot your umbrella was the one day it rained. You were standing awkwardly at the bus stop, noticing that you were the only one to take public transportation while everyone else left in cars or had someone to drive them home. A bunch of your classmates drove past you, but you weren’t too surprised that they ignored you. You were like the black sheep of the school. You weren’t rich; you didn’t have connections. But, you did have good grades and loving parents who encouraged you to apply to this private school as it’d “look good on college applications.” There wasn’t any evidence that it’d truly help you, but it was an elite school with good programs. So, why not?

It wasn’t until a week in that you realized everyone knew each other. Or, at least they knew of each other. The community was small, and some people had asked about you and your background. You quickly caught on that telling the truth was a mistake. Some of your classmates made fun of you; others avoided you. The better ones were those who gave you a polite nod and smile. But the best one was Dan Heng, a boy who you met at a park almost a decade ago. A quiet, calm kid who made an effort to sit with you at lunch and unknowingly drew attention to you by giving you his.

You took a breath. Okay. Maybe you can run home. Twenty kilometres isn’t that bad. You ran 5 kilometres and survived. Then you’d have a fun story to tell your parents who were currently overseas. Just as you finished tightening your shoelaces, thunder rumbled in the distance, but it was the sudden calm, male voice that startled you.

“...Hey.”

You turned and almost gasped. “D-Dan Heng? What are you doing here?”

“...Practice got cut short.” He was still in his track uniform. “You don’t have an umbrella?”

“It’s refreshing to run in the rain, don’t you think?” Dan Heng continued staring at you until you finally sighed. “No, I forgot mine.”

“...You’re not running in this weather.”

“Yeah, well, if I continue waiting, it’ll be midnight.”

Dan Heng moved closer to you until you were under his umbrella. “I’ll take you home…”

Suddenly, the truck, speeding in the opposite lane, starts swerving. 

Tires squealed.

The incoming headlights come as fast as the speed of light.

You swerve.

A crash. A bang. And soon, you’re plunging into total darkness.

…

…

…

You want to open your eyes but can’t. But you know you’re still alive. You taste the fresh blood that runs from your head to your mouth. You feel the pain of a million needles stabbing you from all angles. You want to cry, speak, or move. But, you’ve become a vegetable. In the darkness, you see the silhouette of a man. Who is he? You have no idea. So, with the last of your strength, you mutter the name of the person you wish to see:

“...Dan Heng.”

And then the silhouette disappears. Now, you hear a calm, male voice.

"...Save her."

A chuckle.

“And here I thought you didn’t like getting involved with humans.”

Then, you hear someone snap their fingers, and then everything goes completely silent.

Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8 Chapter 9 Chapter 10 Chapter 11 Chapter 12 Chapter 13 Chapter 14

End notes:

I don't think anyone can be more excited about this story than me lolol This began as a little seed of an idea a few months ago, and it wouldn't leave my head. At the time, I was thinking of just posting it as a one-shot. But after finding out it's the Year of the Dragon, I kept getting more ideas about it, and what better time to post than, well, now? lmao

There will be a little bit of Blade/You but I've yet to decide if it'll turn into a love triangle... Regardless, I'm determined to make this an epic crossover with fun character interactions between the two worlds. LET'S GOO.

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mack

August 7, 2019

Sidney quietly opened Cameron’s bedroom door holding a plate with her favorite breakfast, banana bread and candles light for her thirteenth birthday.

Sidney sat on the age of the bed and smiled fondly seeing her hair all crazily spread out across her pillow and he gently brushed some back and off her face, “Cam Bug.” Sidney softly cooed to his most important person.

“Mmm.” Cameron grumbled naturally leaning into her father’s touch.

“Happy birthday.” Sidney softly spoke and Cameron bounced up looking wide awake and Sidney bittersweetly smiled at his now teenager.

“Make a wish.” Sidney told her rubbing her back gently as she closed her eyes and blew out her candles. Cameron smiled and immediately broke off a piece of the banana bread and stuffed it in her face.

“Thank you.” Cameron mumbled leaning her head on her dad’s shoulder as she continued to stuff her face.

Sidney just sat with her as she ate and stealing a few bites and once she was finished, “Why don’t we get dressed there is some surprises for you down stairs.”

Cameron nodded and got out of bed and stumbled into the bathroom and came out a few minutes later in a pair of white cargo bangs and a blue and white striped shirt and a brush in her hand. She walked over to her dad and handed him the brush and Sidney gently brushed through her hair and got all of the knots out.

Sidney spun her around and gently kissed her forehead, “Beautiful.” Sidney proudly smiled at his beautiful daughter and he stood up off her bed.

They walked down the stairs and into the living room seeing a lot of people in there.

“Aunty Tay!” Cameron gasped and all but ran over to her aunt who has been on a trip the last few weeks.

“There’s my favorite niece.” Taylor smiled hugging her favorite niece tightly and pressing multiple kissed to the top of her head.

“I’m your only niece Aunty Tay.” Cameron giggled shaking her head at her silly aunt.

“Oh there’s my granddaughter.” Troy grinned at his granddaughter as she walked over to his wife and him. He pulled her into a tight hug rocking her back and forth before reluctantly releasing her as he knew his wife wanted to hug her too.

“Happy Birthday Cammie.” Tina beamed as she pulled her granddaughter into a hug.

“Thanks Nana.” Cameron smiled at her before skipping over to her Anna and Geno and Baby Nikita.

“Hi Kiki.” Cameron softly cooed at her baby cousin and looked at Anna for permission to hold him, Anna smiled and handed her son into her niece’s arms.

“Happy birthday маленький пингвин.” Geno pressed a kiss on her head and has been calling her little penguin in Russian since she was born as well as teaching her Russian.

“Thank you.” Cameron beamed but kept her eyes on her baby cousin in her arms, she gently brought her finger to his face and his little hands wrapped around her finger and opened his eyes at her.

She reluctantly passed him back to Anna and Anna smiled and gently kissed her forehead.

“Uncle Flower!” Cameron cheered as she rushed over to hug her godfather. Marc chuckled and hugged his goddaughter back.

“Hi Stells!” Cameron beamed at her two year old cousin.

“Cam Cam!” Estelle smiled widely and toddled over to her and lifted her hands up to her older cousin. Cameron picked up her and spun her around making Estelle giggle before Cameron set her cousin on her hip and gently hugged her very pregnant godmother.

“Hi Aunty Vee.” Cameron gently kissed her aunts cheek and Veronique gently caressed her sweet goddaughter cheek.

Cameron walked a step forward and a tiny body ran into her legs she looked down seeing her four year old cousin staring at her with a beaming smile.

“Hi Xan.” Cameron smiled and picked him up to setting him on her other hip.

“Happy Birthday Cam Cam.” Alexander cheered pressing a sloppy kiss onto her cheek and Cameron smiled tickling him slighty as she brought her cousins over to Kris and Catherine.

“Hi Uncle Krisy and Aunty Cat.” Cameron greeted them with a smile as her hands were full of her cousin.

“Hi darling, happy birthday.” Catherine gently kissed her nieces cheek. Kris gently ruffled her hair and hugged her being mindful of the kids in her arms.

Cameron smiled and heard to the couch and gently dropped both of her baby cousins making them giggle.

Cameron walked to her Nate, “Natey!” Cameron grinned and Nate smiled picking her up off the floor and shaking her back and forth in the hug.

“Happy Birthday baby Crosby!!” Nate cheered as he shook her like crazy before setting her back down gently.

Cameron smiled as a lot of her closest family members all came out to see her for her birthday.

Sidney had snuck out of the living room when Cameron was greeting everyone and he came back in with a something behind his back.

“What’s that?” Cameron titled her head curiously seeing her dad hiding something behind his back.

“Your present. Close your eyes.” Sidney smiled and Cameron closed her eyes holding out her hands and Sidney set the pet carrier in her hands, “Okay open.” Sidney smiled. Taylor had her phone out to film Cameron’s reaction.

Cameron let out a loud gasp as she opened her eyes and saw a cat in the carrier, she quickly knelt down setting the carrier on the ground and opened it up and the tiny white fluffy kitten popped her head out staring at Cameron.

“Hi.” Cameron whispered giggling happily as she been wanting a cat for years but Sidney wanted her to be a bit older so Cameron could take care of it.

The kitten meowed and jumped right out and onto her lap cuddling up on her. Cameron’s smile was so wide as she gently began petting her kitten.

Sidney sat down next to his daughter and smiled seeing her so happy.

“Thank you Dad.” Cameron hugged him being careful of her cat.

“Of course Cam Bug, happy birthday.” Sidney proudly smiled and brushed her hair out of her face and kissed the side of her head.

“What are you going to name him?” Taylor asked curiously to her niece.

Cameron titled her head thoughtfully before a mischievous grin came to her face, “Mack! Mr. Mack.”

Sidney let out a groan of defeat and Nate let out a booming laugh hearing the name.

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𝑶𝒏 𝒀𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝑺𝒊𝒅𝒆 - 𝒅𝒂𝒏𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒍𝒍𝒆

After surviving the battle with the last Supreme Guardian, Cocolia Rand, most people would have expected the crew of the Astral Express to be in high spirits. While some amount of joy and relief were evident on their faces, Dan Heng could not help but notice the way Stelle’s usual small smile would falter at times when she thought no one was looking.

“This is a lot to ask of you but you and the Astral Express Crew are the only ones I can trust with this.” Stomach dropping, Dan Heng barely had time to brace himself for Stelle’s request.

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written for alteanroyals. Fun Fact: When Stelle got impaled by Cocolia’s lance, Dan Heng was the first to gasp and rush closest to where she might have fallen. Bf behavior.

“Thank you! Thank you so much! Our children can now finally see the sky!”

“We owe you so much for reuniting our families…!”

More people crowded in the streets of Belobog with loud and happy chatter. In the center of it all, the young and newly coronated Madam Guardian smiled at the now warmly welcomed outsiders. As a young child, she had always dreamed of such an occasion, not the coronation, but rather being able to see the people of Belobog together as one.

With regal steps, Bronya stepped down from the makeshift platform standing in the middle of the Administrative District and made her way to March 7th, Dan Heng, and Stelle. She put a gentle hand on March’s shoulder and nodded at everyone. “You must all be exhausted. The festivities can continue tomorrow but for now, let us all rest.”

That’s when March gave a nervous chuckle. “Is it possible that we can– uh– change hotels or…” She tried to smile harder to make up for any wordless complaint Dan Heng made as he sighed exasperatedly.

“We’re no longer wanted criminals, thankfully, but…” He glanced at Bronya who began to press her lips into a sheepish grin as well, most likely remembering the morning she was ordered to arrest the trio. “I understand March’s concern. I hate to inconvenience you at such a busy time right after your coronation, but is there a different place we can stay for the night?”

Bronya closed her eyes in thought, placing a hand under her chin. “I’m sure arrangements can be swiftly made if we decide upon something… Ah!” The young lady gestured for the three to follow her and soon the crowd behind them dissipated with their last words of heartfelt gratitude.

To the Astral Express Crew’s surprise, they found themselves walking up the stairs that led to Qlipoth Fort. Stelle was the first one to pipe up about this. “Are you sure it’s alright to stay in such an important place?”

At this, Bronya let out a small but comforting laugh. “I am simply inviting distinguished guests to my humble home. Also you three now know all of the Supreme Guardian's deepest secrets, not to mention you are the ones who helped prevent the great calamity the past Guardians worked tirelessly to get rid of. I am sure there is nothing you will find in there that I would want to prevent you from knowing.”

March’s eyes lit up. “So this is going to be even more luxurious than the VIP rooms in Goethe Hotel?! Yes!!!” She pumped her fists up in the air excitedly, earning herself a chuckle or two from just her contagious excitement. “Time to sleep away these eye bags! Dan Heng, you should try doing that too.”

Eyebrows furrowing, Dan Heng gave March a side-eye. “I do not have eye bags.”

“Dark circles, my bad. I could hardly tell the differences between the two when I look at your face.”

“Hey–!”

“Alright now…!” Stelle put both hands behind March and started to lightly nudge her in the direction Bronya was going as she smiled at Dan Heng seemingly in effort to cut between the two before another squabble broke out. “I think this is where we will be parting ways?”

Bronya nodded. “I will have someone take you to your room Dan Heng. I’m sorry ladies. You’ll have to share a room. As grand as Qlipoth Fort is, we are still limited in guest rooms.”

“It’s fine! We’re grateful either way, Bronya. Thank you.” Stelle thanked her, ignoring March’s pout for now, before Bronya waved goodbye at them to retire to her own bedroom for the evening.

“Hmph.” March crossed her arms and frowned at Stelle as they stood in front of the door of the hallway where their room would be located. “You always take Dan Heng’s side and defend him!” She complained before Stelle could even open the door.

Unfortunately instead of feeling guilty as March would have liked her new friend to feel a prick of, Stelle just giggled at how adorable the pink-haired girl was all worked up. It was a bit hard not to spoil her. “I do not. You’re mistaken.”

“Am not! You even tried to offer to keep watch last time when he was the one who suggested it in the first place Stelle! Tell me how that’s not always siding with him!” Try as she might, Stelle’s gentle pats on the girl’s back did nothing much to quell her accusations which Stelle predicted March would forget as soon as she laid her eyes on a comfortable bed.

From a short distance, Dan Heng could hear Stelle make a promise to March to make it up to her somehow which made him sigh. Seriously, that girl was always biting off more things than she can chew. Though…..somehow she still does. Still, too much of anything can be a bad thing. Dan Heng just wished that everyone could keep that in mind, especially Stelle after what he had observed of her so far.

Then Dan Heng picked up the sound of March hollering in success, happy that she was going to receive some special treatment from Stelle tomorrow which she thought she greatly deserved. It made the young man want to roll his eyes. But as he was about to turn and leave to follow a guard that just walked up to him, the look on Stelle’s face made his steps falter.

She looked… upset?

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It had been ten minutes since Dan Heng laid himself down on his bed after taking a long-awaited bath. But even the serenity of Qlipoth Fort did little to quiet down the tumultuous thoughts in his mind, the image of Stelle’s void expression replaying over and over.

Granted, Stelle on many occasions had a more or less neutral look on her face but it never meant she was devoid of emotion either.

Everyone around her had easily accepted that it was just her natural resting face, an expression that often hid another layer of emotion. There were just enough times where Dan Heng caught a slight twinkle of amusement in her eyes whenever Pom-Pom spoke animatedly with her. He was so, so sure that Stelle wasn’t the type to suppress her emotions given that she would make her little funny quips here and there, some humorous enough that even he at times found himself needing to fight the feeling of the corners of his mouth threatening to lift.

Could he be wrong?

Unable to find sleep, Dan Heng reluctantly got up and put on his coat without all his usual important ornaments.

He was just going to go on a quick stroll to clear his head and come straight back to his room afterwards.

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Whether or not the Eternal Freeze had taken over Jarilo-VI, it was still a beautiful planet. From beyond the frosted glass panes that lined the corridor Stelle was treading through, a beautiful moon lit the white snow, the outdoor heaters glowing like festival lanterns in the streets. After the Stellaron had been contained, it seemed that the cold let up even if just a little. The usual storm-covered skies of the night was clear that night for the first time in a long while.

All was quiet and ethereal, nothing like Stelle had ever seen, which made her chest tighten even more at the question of why Cocolia would ever want to trade this world for another. Stelle let her mind wander further as she stopped at the window, wondering what it would have been like to grow up in Belobog. She wondered…whether or not she had a childhood she could even remember.

Remembering Cocolia’s final moments, a hand found its way onto her chest, over where the Stellaron was placed inside her.

The voices that had plagued Cocolia’s mind… Stelle could no longer hear them, nor did she dream of them. Even so, the ashen-haired girl had found herself waking up with a trembling gasp next to a sound asleep March 7th. There were no other voices that woke her so Stelle concluded that it must have been a dream she had forgotten the moment she woke up.

“What if it was something I should remember?” Her own voice echoed in her head with hesitant inquiry. Then her mind alerted her to an incoming presence from behind her. The sensation was soon followed by the sound of a very quiet inhale. “Dan Heng?” For some reason– It looked as if he was more surprised to see her than she was to see him. Her surprise was quickly overcome with familiarity. She offered him a slight grin. “Taking a midnight stroll?”

It took Dan Heng an extra moment before he could find the words to speak. Nothing could have prepared him for what he saw a few seconds as he walked down the carpeted hall. Stelle, standing before him bathed under the light of the moon. His breath caught in his throat. They were both much more simply dressed than usual, both in sleepwear and a jacket to wrap around them. But for the first time, he had to dwell in confusion on why having his guard thrown off like this didn’t alarm him as much as it usually did. It was just Stelle. Why was he being so affected right now? Right! Words– Uh–

“Just a short one.” Was his equally short reply. There was a mutual understanding that sleep had escaped them tonight.

Stelle nodded in understanding. “Me too. I thought looking at the scenery might help.” Her head turned from him and back to the scenery. As Dan Heng walked over to where he was, Stelle slightly turned her body to the side to make room for him to share the picturesque night. “Maybe you could take a picture of this for the data bank.” She smiled at him. “Belobog at different times of the day. What do you think?”

It wasn’t a bad idea in the slightest so Dan Heng gave her a slow nod. “I don’t see why not. But I didn’t bring my phone with me.”

“Oh– Ah. I didn’t think to bring mine either.”

Dan Heng shrugged with his shoulders crossed. “March is better at this sort of thing. You can pester her about it some other time.”

To his surprise, Stelle let out a small laugh. “Wow, don’t you two get along great.”

The harmless comment made the young man narrow his eyes. “If by get along you mean to annoy each other to death, then by that definition you are 100% correct.” This earned him another laugh, one that Stelle tried to stifle but could not do so entirely.

“A friendship that transcends even death, huh? How sweet.”

Then for a second, Dan Heng recalled a gray sky, the feeling of mind-blanking horror as he watched a lance plunge deep into their comrade's body. Everyone’s blood went cold at that moment even without all the ice and snow. It was a near-death experience that almost took away the latest addition to the Astral Express before anyone could get a chance to really get to know her, including Stelle herself.

Feeling obliged to ask, even more so after seeing the face she made before they went to their seperate rooms earlier, Dan Heng cleared his throat after a moment of silence. He had to force the words lodged in his throat when Stelle gave him a slightly concerned look. Seriously, wasn’t he supposed to be the one who was concerned here? “Did you really come out here to just admire the scenery?”

As Stelle went quiet, Dan Heng bit the inside of his cheek. Maybe he shouldn’t have asked, after all they’ve only had known each other for a short while. It was one thing to trust your life to someone on the battlefield, Stelle being a person anyone with a good head on their shoulders would give that trust to.

It was another thing entirely to trust someone with the life that you’re living, the experiences encompassing all the fragments and knots of one's thoughts and emotions. Even Dan Heng knew that he had never entrusted anyone with his life in that way before, leading him to think he was most likely being invasive right now. But in his case, Dan Heng had come to an understanding, a long, long time ago, that his past was a burden that he alone should shoulder. He didn't know what Stelle wanted to do with her burden but he certainly wasn't going to pry for an answer.

“You don’t have to answer if you don’t want to.” He added, murmuring the last few words as he craned his neck away with regret. “I can leave you alone–”

“It’s alright! You don’t have to go…”

Dan Heng’s eyes widened.

Stelle fought to keep a stammer from overtaking her speech. “I really don’t mind the company, in fact I appreciate you asking.” Dan Heng’s body relaxed but in his mind– He couldn’t quite understand why he was feeling slightly light-headed after Stelle stopped him from leaving. “I just wasn’t sure how to tell you in a way that wouldn’t burden you too much. A lot has happened in a short amount of time and I’m sure you’re just as exhausted as the rest of us.”

Dan Heng frowned. “Burden me how?” He was determined to hear how Stelle came to such a conclusion. If anyone had implanted this useless idea into her head…

It was Stelle’s turn to look away, every small movement she made cast a glow from reflecting the moon’s beams. “I have so many questions and well– Since you’re in charge of the data bank…”

Nodding, Dan Heng motioned her to continue.

“I wanted to ask you more about Stellarons but from what I heard from Himeko and Mr. Yang….”

The Stellarons remained to be enigmas. Any information that one could get their hands on about these seeds of destruction, the data bank had already indexed them including the events which transpired after Stelle appeared out of nowhere. The IPC also called them the Cancer of All Worlds, a title that certainly brought about worry to all those who heard it. The gears in Dan Heng’s mind began to click. “Are you afraid… of the Stellaron?”

Unflinchingly, Stelle looked into his eyes and in them, Dan Heng found desperation.

“I don’t…”

She began to slightly tremble.

“I don’t want to end up like her…”

Dan Heng moved closer, cautiously. “Like Cocolia?”

Stelle nodded, her head dipping down seemingly in shame. Her fingers twitched as if they wanted to move across her body and clutch herself, to hold herself from spilling any more than she already had but it was too late. Even in this moment, Dan Heng could see with clear evidence that Stelle was still trying to be brave… yet she was failing. “If… If the Stellaron…” Stelle took a deep breath and tried again.

“This is a lot to ask of you but you and the Astral Express Crew are the only ones I can trust with this.”

Stomach dropping, Dan Heng barely had time to brace himself for Stelle’s request.

“If one day I can’t resist the call of the Stellaron, you have to stop me by any means necessary.”

“A–” The nauseating expression on Dan Heng’s face made Stelle retreat a little. “Any… means…. Necessa- No. Stelle.” His usual reserved nature was nowhere to be found as he frantically caught Stelle by the shoulder. “That will never happen. You are different from Cocolia. You even now walk on the path of Preservation that she failed to as a leader of Belobog, you two can not be any more different.”

As Dan Heng’s words reverberated in Stelle’s mind, she failed to notice the way how both of his hands now held her firmly by the sides of her upper arms as he tried to do everything he could to turn her away from making a final decision once and for all. “But the most important thing is for everyone to be safe.” She tried to explain her reasoning.

Sighing heavily, Dan Heng turned his head away before looking back at Stelle. “I’m the guardian of the Express. It should be me keeping everyone safe, including you. You've already tried sacrificing yourself once.” He then felt a gentle press on the back of his hand where he found Stelle’s fingers lightly touching the hand he had around her arm.

Shoot– When did he start grabbing her like this?? He was ready to admit his wrongdoings and pull away to apologize before Stelle clasped his hand tighter in her own.

Dan Heng’s heart stopped.

“....Stelle?”

“Thank you.” The ashen-haired girl smiled and it was so warm, akin to the golden sun like the ones in her eyes, radiant beams of light to bask under if you ever fell under her gaze. “Thank you so much, Dan Heng. I honestly can’t put into words how grateful I am to you and the crew.” Like her smile, her hand felt warm too but in the way Dan Heng could feel it in his chest even though there was still space between them.

The Eternal Freeze could have gone on for another 700 years and Dan Heng would still have never felt as warm as he did in this moment than he had in his whole entire life.

“You say all of this as if you’ve not done anything for us either.” He found his voice growing more gentle as did his facial features. What was she being so grateful for? Maybe she's just this type of person. “If we continue to keep records of who owes whom what, we’d have an archive larger than the Express itself so forget about it Stelle.”

Her soft giggle in response tickled in his ears like a dancing summer breeze and he felt his hand under hers grow hot. It didn’t seem like she wanted to let go just yet so he didn't move away. In all seriousness, Dan Heng had meant every word he had said but even as she laughed, he had to admit to himself that he didn’t feel the need to correct her. Laughter suited her. “I’ll do more research and share with you any findings we come across. And you win…” Dan Heng sighed as if to prepare himself. He couldn't believe he was deliberately choosing the next words that were going to come out of his mouth. “As cheesy as it is to say this, I need you to understand that we’re a team.”

“Roger that, Master Dan Heng.” Came the witty reply but Dan Heng could tell from Stelle’s smile that the intent behind her reply was just as every bit genuine as his statement to her.

Dan Heng sighed again, but this time with exasperation mixed with a bit of relief as he finally let her go. “At least you didn’t call me–”

“Cold Dragon Young? I put that as your contact name on my phone!”

“You what?”

“You’re really garnering up a solid fan base here, y’know?” A glimmer of amusement appeared in her eyes and Dan Heng instinctively facepalmed.

“Please stop.”

“I also wired you the money I got from selling your picture. Keep up the good work, Dan Heng!”

A blush crept up from his neck, also slightly dusting the edges of his ears. “You really didn’t have to. I’d rather you keep it so I can forget that ever happened. It’s beyond embarrassing.”

Stelle hummed as she tapped her chin to think. “Well, perhaps I should just use the credits to treat you and March to something? Let’s do that tomorrow, how about that?”

Even if Stelle had offered to take only him along, Dan Heng felt like he would have still agreed and somehow that revelation... bothered him quite a bit. Not that he’d ever reveal this thought to anyone. He had to first make sure he didn't catch a fever from being in the Belobog cold for so long.

“That sounds fine.”

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“Yaaawn… Where were you last nigh– Hey, why’re you turning so red??”

#danstelle #dan heng x stelle #stelle x dan heng #can you tell i live off hurt/comfort #just moving things over from ao3 #if you're reading this ily <3 #heartfeltwarmth

[mysticficti0n]

All my attention Part 10

warnings- swearing, kissing, slight-teasing

words- 1.9k

If you'd like to read the previous parts → All my attention series

a/n- so if you're new here I am British and cannot speak any German, I speak a little French, Spanish and Italian but German- no. I also do not trust Google translate so this is gonna be like an avatar thing (if you've seen the newest one Jake says that their language just became normal or something along those lines) so in reality this is all in German, you as a reader know German but, its wrote in English... make sense? no... oh well

(I'm so sorry I've not done one of these in fucking ages but I've been so caught up in things and tomorrow is my sister birthday so this last week we've been doing things for her!)

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Bill's words stuck with me the whole day- what were we now? I didn't have a title for us and neither did Tom so we looked blankly "it's a bit early to tell yet" I spoke curling my lips between my teeth, Bill rolled his eyes and stood up heading to the front door

"well when you decide, tell me" and he left leaving me and his brother sat, Tom just smiled warmly to me, his arm hooked around my waist and we fell back into the seat his face finding it's way to the crook of my neck

"can we stay like this for a while" he spoke into my skin "you're so warm" I hummed a laugh while drawing shapes onto his shoulder "sorry that happened by the way..."

"it's okay" he breathed "I can't believe he found you" I giggled feeling a smile spread across Tom's lips "but I guess it's not to bad him knowing- it's if the press see or fans or just anyone besides a few close people" we sat cuddled up for a while, speaking small sentences and keeping each other warm and comforted until the time rolled around and Tom had to leave

"I'll call you tonight" we stood at the front door, arms wrapped around each others waist "you'll have to tell me about what you did for the rest of the day"

"well I could probably tell you right now- I'll be sat in my room reading a magazine then falling asleep, fun right?" the dreaded boy laughed pressing a kiss to my head

"thrilling- right I actually gotta go now, love you" I pulled his head and our lips connected, a hum of pleasure came from his lips "I fucking love that I can do this now" he kissed one last time before saying goodbye and running back to his own house, I shut my door and stood In the hall thinking over the last day- so much has happened

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"it was wonderful sweetheart! I didn't know you could cook so well" my dad grinned collecting all our plates "tasted just like nana's"

"well I thought I'd try it out as a surprise for you all coming home- what do you think Stella?" the little girl clapped her hands with a huge gummy smile across her sauce covered lips "good?"

"yeah!" she laughed as mom lifted her from her seat to clear her up "momma good?"

"it was, sunshine it was great! you'll have to cook more" I rolled my eyes playfully at my mother as she patted my shoulder walking by "right well I need to give Stell a bath- oh y/n could you do me a job, pop next door and ask if they have...oh whats the word?" my mom stood bouncing my sister on her hip

"your dress by any chance love?" my dad spoke pausing from washing the dishes

"yes yes! my yellow dress, tell Simone I'll pay her tomorrow" I nodded standing from my seat and grabbing my hoodie off the stairs, I grabbed my keys and went out, cutting across the lawn and jumping the wall over to their house, I went straight to the door and did my special knock, I herd a few shouts before a groan and the door flew open

"yeah- oh Y/n!" I saw Tom stood holding a bottle of coke in one hand and the door in the other "hey babe" he came out shutting the door behind him and pressing a kiss to my lips "what are you doing here?"

"hey I've come to get moms dress, that yellow one" he nodded re-opening the door and holding it for me, I walked in to see the Kaulitz's huddled round a table covered in monopoly "hello"

"Bill no you cant-hi sweets, you okay?" Simone asked coming over "wait let me guess- your mothers wedding dress? well wedding guest dress" I nodded "follow me" Tom smiled letting me follow his mom up the steps and him closely behind "it should be a better length now, if not tell her bring it back"

"it looks amazing, moms going to look beautiful- oh she told me to say she'll give you the money for it tomorrow" I watched Simone sigh giving the dress over

"your bloody mother- she's not paying me, I know she wouldn't make me pay. anyways; whats your dress like I herd it's a dark purple one right?" she asked sitting herself on her bed

"yeah it goes to my ankles, I have these black shoes to wear but the dress its self is like purple in one light then a blue shine? I guess you could call it that- kinda iridescent"

"you'll match Tom's tie! you two could go as a date" I turn to the boy who was already looking to me "Bill can take.. well I don't know" she trailed off as the two off us laughed at her words

"we could love" Tom elbowed my side and his moms eyes shot up "erm anyways- whats Stella wearing Y/n?" he tried to ignore his mothers gaze but I could already hear her words

"whats going on between you two?" she raised an eyebrow and a hot flush lay across my cheeks "Oh! I see- Bill was right then" she rubbed our shoulders then walked out with a small giggle

"right so mom now knows..." Tom huffed chewing his cheek

"its okay, I mean maybe its good? we said we'd only really let close friends and family know- bit earlier then we planned but" I rested a hand on his clenched one and felt him relax "it's gonna be okay"

"I love you Y/n" his free hand cupped my jaw bringing me close to him bar a few inches "so much" I pushed forward connecting our lips "fuck" he groaned arms moving to circle my body, his mouth moved down to my neck to my sweet spot

"Tom- no not there" I hummed trying push him away not that I didn't enjoy it, I was terrified his family would hear "To-ahh-Tom please" he pulled away with a smirk "such a idiot"

"aww" he purred tucking loose hair behind my ear "can't take it?"

"sure if you wanna think that but I'm going home now" I laughed trying to walk out the room but felt a hand grab my wrist "Tom!" he pulled me back jabbing his fingers into my side making laugh as it tickled "TOM STOP!" I cried falling to the floor throwing the dress to the side while trying to kick him away "STO-HAHA PLEASE STOP" He finally stopped helping me back up and kissing the corner of my mouth "fuck off being all lovely now- I'm going" I got the dress and walked out the room back down the stairs were Bill was giggling along with his mom

"okay Y/n" the black haired boy grinned

"goodbye" I walked out the house hearing the laughing begin again and I couldn't help but join in, I mean the whole thing was crazy I guess. I made it home giving the dress over and getting ready for bed as we had practice for a show soon and have to be there for 8 so I showered, shaved, did skin care, cleaned the bathroom and in no time it was 1:24am- I sat on my bed re-painting my nails before my phone started to ring saying Gustav "hm" I grabbed my cell and answered "Gus?"

"hellllooooo Y/n/n we need you're help especially Georg- he wants you" he sung

"huh! whats up with you?" the boy giggled before the phone was ripped from his hands "oh"

"hey Y/n" it was Georg "Give me the phone- erm sorry about that but ah... have you by any chance got time to come to..- Georg give me my fucking phone you asshole- I don't know the name.. okay its the bar by McDonalds and get me and Gustav?- Georg I.... I don't feel good- or get Tom to get us, we can't get a fucking cab and" Georg was interrupted by a heaving sound then splat "ON MY FUCKING SHOES YOU CUNT REALLY?" I began laughing "FUCK OFF OVER THERE- ima kill him"

I couldn't hold back my laugh hearing the angriness of the bassist "I'll get Tom to come get you because I don't drive yet but, I'll make the spare room up for you guys" a quick thanks was said before the line ended and I found Tom's number

"hey.. what's- whats up?" his voice was sleepy and I mean it was 1:30 almost

"hi so erm... Georg and Gustav need you to pick them up from the bar next to McDonalds- like now" I herd him groan but then the shuffling of bed sheets and his feet dragging

"I'll meet you in the car babe" I laughed but he was serious

"I'm not coming I need to get the spare room ready for the two"

"I'll be waiting" and he ended the call 'great'

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"this is fucking stupid- why couldn't you guys walk to Y/n's instead of making me get up as well and drive to get your asses?" Tom scolded as the two clambered into the back

"well it was Georg's idea, he wanted to see Y/n" I herd a slap then a shrub from the bassist "what?!"

"dickhead" Georg grumbled staring out into the black streets, I saw Tom's jaw become tight, eyes narrower

"just say it dude- come on" Gus whispered erring another punch

"say what?" Tom turned back as we stopped at a red light "what's gotta be said?" he looked deadly, the red hue from outside making his features more intimidating

"Tom" I called giving him a 'look' but he ignored it "leave it they're drunk" I spoke just quiet enough for him to hear

"nothing has to be said man- he's bringing up shit" Georg protested, the lights switched and the guitarist turned back around giving me an angry look

"can you just take us home now" I asked turning to him, his body tense, knuckles like white mountains on his hands

"I'll fucking find out"

we made it home and the two boys had to help Gustav into the bed, quietly I stood watching Tom tuck in the drummer with an annoyed frown "thanks for this Y/n" Georg smiled nudging me "I'm sorry for what that dick was saying- his on a hole different world I promise I didn't wanna see you.. No no not that but- tell you what" the brunette rubbed my arm gently before walking away into the room nodding at Tom before getting in the bed. me and Tom tip toed into my room, shutting the door silently

"what did he say to you?" he spoke perching himself on the edge of my bed, I stood between his legs playing with his loose dreads

"that Gus is on his own planet and he didn't want to see me, but not like in a rude way but he gave up talking to me and just went to bed" Tom huffed resting his head on my stomach "you were a bit angry earlier Kaulitz?"

"of course I would be- don't want anyone acting like that toward my girlfri-" he stopped himself looking up to me and I couldn't stop the smile from forming on my face and nor could he "my girlfriend.. you... Y/n will you be my girlfriend?" I nodded whispering yes repeatedly "good" he spoke before our lips linked and I fell onto him, straddling him, his hands perched for a place to rest before getting comfy on my hips "love you baby"

"I love you too"

#tom kaulitz x reader #bill kaulitz #tokio hotel #kaulitz twins #00s #georg listing #tom kaulitz #germany #tom kaulitz imagines #gustav schäfer #tokio hotel x reader #tokio hotel imagine #tom kaulitz fanfic #tom kaulitz smut #bill kaulitz x reader

[oh-stars]

Better than the Stars

Sitcom

This is set in my Harrington Brood universe, where Steve has a ton of siblings.

a Stobin Month 2024 prompt | 930 words | CW: N/A | Rating: G

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“The ensemble is great,” Steve says from his squished position on the couch, voice warped by how pressed in his face is, “but I hate the main character.” 

“It’s the first episode,” Robin points out, voice as muffled as his. Their heads are touching, bodies hanging off the sofa in a strange configuration as they lay on their bellies. The Harrington Summer House’s massive living sofa lets them both lay down nearly stretched out completely, so only their legs hang off the sides, resting on the tables where they stacked pillows to “extend” the sofa. “You have to let the characters figure themselves out.” 

“If he can’t hook us in the first episode, then why watch?” 

Robin reaches up to blindly smack his back. “Stop. You’re being a grump.” 

“You always talk shit,” Steve says, shifting to look up at her, “why can’t I?” 

“I at least give it a chance before I shoot it down,” Robin says, sitting up on her elbows. “Haven’t you learned anything from Argyle hanging around?” 

Steve rolls his eyes. “You’ve been hanging out with Mads too much–” 

Robin smacks him with a pillow, laughing.

“And what exactly does that mean?” 

Steve shoots up from the couch and looks behind him to see Madelyn and Roo coming in from the porch. They’re dripping with bags and an excess of scarves, peak artsy aunt as Robin would put it. Roo pushes up her massive sunglasses and smirks, laughing at Steve’s demise – but in a way that tells him she may agree with him. 

Even still, Steve digs his heels in and stands his ground. He’s not that afraid of his sister. 

“You’re making her into a mini you!” Steve kneels on the couch and drapes himself along the back to talk to her. “She was already opinionated before you sunk your claws into her and now look at her!” He reaches over and squishes Robin’s face between his fingers, waggling her face to emphasize his point. “Now she wants to give things a chance before she judges them.” 

Madelyn rolls her eyes and walks past him toward the stairs. “It’s called growth,” she calls over her shoulder, looking at him over the top of her massive sunglasses, “try it some time.” 

Steve lets go of Robin as she laughs, loud and unhinged. He turns to Roo. “Thoughts on pilot episodes, go,” he says. 

Roo hums as she picks up the bags she had set down and starts to follow her partner. “It’s a hit or a miss, you either reel me in or don’t.” She shrugs. “Simple as that.” 

“See!” Steve turns back to Robin, both of them flopping onto the couch cushions and naturally leaning in toward one another. “It’s the whole point of the pilot.” 

Robin shakes her head. “No, we’re tied. Can’t come up with a concrete conclusion if we’re tied.” 

Steve huffs. “Everyone else is gone,” he laments. “Mitch, Viv, Sydney, and Stells took all the kids to the aquarium and Oliver took Anna to that spa place–” 

“The wealth is intense in this room,” Eddie says as he walks in with a yawn. He hops over the couch and lands squarely on Steve, squirming so his bony body hits all of Steve’s sensitive parts. 

“Fuck, Eds, Jesus Christ,” Steve groans, even as he wraps his arms around him. With a quick kiss to Eddie’s forehead, Steve turns back to Robin. “And Molly’s down on the beach probably getting way too handsy with David for this early in the morning while they don’t have a kid latched on to them.”

Eddie lifts his head and wrinkles his nose. “Dude, what the fuck?”

Steve shrugs one shoulder. “What? She tells me things.” 

Robin waves away the conversation. “Eddie, tie breaker. If a pilot episode of a show doesn’t immediately grab your interest, do you write it off or give it another chance?” 

“I don’t care?”

“You, the most opinionated man in the history of men, which is saying something,” Robin says, leaning over Steve to glare at him, “don’t have an opinion on this?” 

Eddie nods, practically nuzzling into Steve’s armpit. Weirdo. “Between you two and Wayne, I never get the remote anyway so why bother?” 

Steve glances over to Robin. He’s got them there. 

She rolls her eyes. “Whatever. We’re putting a pin in this until we get a survey of everyone’s opinions.” 

“Fine,” Steve says. “I know I’ll win though, because – again – it’s the entire point of a pilot.” 

They tune back in just as the show is ending and the next show they recorded comes on. They’re only quiet until the commercial break. 

“I think we could do a better sitcom than either of these,” Robin says. 

“Are we not living one?” Steve says, motioning to the house. “We’re on a family vacation with a cast of characters big enough to fit three seasons of content into one week.” 

Robin laughs, but her eyes are all soft and gushy. “Does this make Eddie and I honorary Harringtons?” 

Eddie lifts his head up, sleep evaporating from his eyes. He raises one eyebrow in question, cocking his head to the side like a puppy. 

Steve hides his smile behind his hand as he leans back on the couch. “Maybe.” 

“I want in on the will, then,” Robin says. “When your dad finally croaks, I want that money clip.” She’s talking about his ornate money clip, the one Steve’s great grandfather passed down that’s still being used. Robin caught a glimpse of it once and her crow brain demanded she needed it. 

“Deal.”

--

Thank you @lady-lostmind for beta reading!

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[kipsels]

Empire

Jing Yuan x Stelle

Arranged Marriage AU

“Your Highness, look, the palace!”

Stelle barely heard March’s exclamation as the young woman pointed excitedly out the window towards the towering fortress that came into view.

Its golden, arching rooftops glistened under the bright sunlight, powerful and imposing against a backdrop of blue.

Xianzhou Palace was a beautiful cage, Stelle thought to herself dismally. One that would soon become her own prison.

Stelle’s hands twisted between the layers of tulle and silk that made up her skirt, her chest heaving against the pressure of her corset. Her gloves clung uncomfortably to her sweaty palms, and she wondered what would happen if she were to simply leap from the carriage and run.

She had heard the jurisdiction of the Luofu was an amenable place to start a small business, perhaps she could start a new life within the city itself rather than committing herself to this- this farce.

Stelle had never wanted to be a princess, she wanted even less to be a bargaining chip to ensure allegiance with the neighbouring empire.

And yet by some cruel twist of fate, here she was. Worth no more than the dowry she brought to a man she had not yet met.

A sigh passed her lips, knowing any daydreams of escaping were greatly hindered by her finery. If only she had been allowed to wear something a little more freeing, perhaps she would have had a better chance–

The carriage came to a stop, and Stelle found herself being ushered out to face the main entrance to the palace. Conscious of the chidings she would receive from her entourage, she tried her best not to squint as a figure appeared at the top of the stairs.

Flanked on each side by a row of guards, their clothes were blinding in the sunlight, each step forward digging the dread deeper into her heart.

“The Divine Foresight, Emperor Jing Yuan, humbly greets his honoured guests,” A herald cried, and Stelle’s blood turned cold.

She gasped as Emperor Jing Yuan descended from the last few steps, the drapes of his hanfu gracefully falling down the lengths of his body. Swathes of silver and maroon silk gathered in layers and layers, and yet it did nothing to hide his impressive stature.

He appeared to be somewhere in his late thirties, his handsome features framed by his thick, snowy white hair. There was a calmness in his presence that felt infallible- something that Stelle could never hope to replicate.

And from behind that curtain of fair hair shone warm eyes and an even warmer smile.

Stelle’s jaw dropped to the floor.

She was certain she heard March nervously squeak from behind her.

In her imagination, Jing Yuan had been a decrepit old man, or a weaselly youth.

She had never entertained the idea that he would be anything like the man that stood before her.

“It is an honour to meet you, my princess.” His deep voice very nearly purred with a familiarity that was not suited towards strangers.

A shiver curled down her spine at the sound.

“Emperor,” Stelle managed to greet, her tongue turned to cotton in her mouth.

Stiltedly, she lowered herself into a curtsey, eyes downcast.

“Please,” He chuckled, and Stelle lifted her eyes towards him, “There is no need for such formalities. ‘Husband’ will do just fine.”

Stelle swallowed.

“But we are not yet wed,” She responded dumbly.

“Not yet. But it is only a matter of time, no?” Jing Yuan answered charmingly.

He shocked her as he closed the distance between them, his hand outstretched towards her.

Stelle’s heart stilled, the weight of her choice heavy on her shoulders. A large part of her still wished to run, to escape her fate and find her freedom, the damages it would cause be damned.

This was never what she had wanted, and it never would be.

But as she looked down at his hand, at the calluses that marred his fingers and his palm, another part of her whispered that perhaps she would be safe in his embrace.

A deep breath, and she placed her hand in his.

“Stelle.” He smiled, his fingers curling around her, clasping their palms together in an unbreakable promise.

Jing Yuan raised their clasped hands as he bowed, his lips brushing over her knuckles.

“It is my honour to welcome you to your new home.”

- Fin -

#drabble fic #honkai star rail #stelle #hsr jing yuan #jing yuan #hsr stelle #hsr #cross posted onto twitter #jingstelle

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[dearly-dreaming]

•𝐐𝐔𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐘 𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄•

Title: Quality time.

Pairing: Dream of the Endless x fem!reader

Word count: 1273

Warnings: Fluff, mentions of separation and Jessamy (rip)

Summary: Morpheus has been far too busy, you don’t want to distract him. With some clever words from a friend you find yourself having some much needed quality time.

Author’s note: Just a little blurb for you lot cause my mental state is all over the place and I need to take things slowly rn. I hope you all enjoy and please feel free to leave me suggestions for stories :)

•𝐐𝐔𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐘 𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄•

You hadn't seen each other in days.

It had been no one's fault, not really. Morpheus had just been so terribly busy with finding his tools, rebuilding the Dreaming and reassuring his people that he would not leave again and throw them into an abyss of uncertainty and fear.

It was no one's fault but gods did you miss him.

You missed being able to trace his strong features that were akin to stone. You missed being able to glide your thumb across his lips that held the softness of petals. Most of all, you missed being able to be in the comfort of his arms, his soul whispering quiet, fond words to yours.

You were restless.

Lucienne knew it too.

She walked up to you with a soft gaze, hand gently coming to lay on your arm.

You smiled.

As soon as you had stepped into the Dreaming as Morpheus' lover and Queen you had been quick to get rid of all the formalities and titles directed toward you.

You were glad Lucienne was so open with you, she was one of your greatest friends in the Dreaming.

Your heart winced at the thought of a certain white-breasted raven that you had helped adapt to her new role in the Dreaming.

Your dear Jessamy.

Lucienne's eyes glinted, gaze knowing, "Perhaps...you might want to read this book in the throne room?"

You furrowed your brows, heart panging, "Why? Morpheus is in there?"

"Exactly," She hummed, pushing her circular glasses further up her nose.

"He's working," You drawled playfully, "I don't wish to distract him."

Lucienne rose a brow, "How would you distract him if you merely sat and read?"

You swore you felt her smugness as you remained silent, unable to answer. The dark-skinned woman smiled in silent victory, eyes shimmering softly, "I think you would both be thankful to just be in one another's presence."

"You are correct. Thank you, Luci," You smiled brightly, rising from your seat as you pressed a swift kiss to the woman's cheek.

Lucienne smiled fondly and tapped your nose, "You are most welcome."

She watched as you practically ran through the hallways of her library, feeling as light as the wind, your body as light as a feather. Lucienne shook her head, what else was to be expected from a Child of Air?

And a Child of Air you were.

Lucienne remembered the first time you'd met, she'd been conducting a census for Morpheus, and had stepped into Fiddler's Green. And there you were. She was instantly amazed, your eyes were bright, free.

It was no wonder why Lord Morpheus had been so taken by you.

The hallways that winded like a labyrinth were so familiar to you, streaming with your husband's power, a mere extension of himself. Within minutes you were standing in front of the doors to the throne room, the handles pulse with power, shimmering beneath your grasp, recognising you.

You took a breath and swept silently into the room.

Your heart breathed with you.

Your husband sat on his throne, hair a wilder mess than it usually was. Books were scattered around him. He looked exhausted.

You smiled when you realised he had not sensed nor heard you, too consumed in his work. How you loved his unyielding dedication.

SIlently you moved toward him, climbing up the stone stairs with ease. The book held in your hands hummed with amusement as you attempted not to disturb him.

When he was like this it was almost impossible to stir him from his concentration, anyway.

You paused for a moment when you stood in front of him, then you stelled onto the floor, side brushing against his leg. A moment of pause. No reaction.

You smiled, pressing into his leg as you nestled between it and his throne.

You blissfully ignored your own throne.

You spent a good while reading your book, the childhood story of an aspiring author long since forgotten. You were perfectly content, soul humming now it was next to its other half.

Then you felt Morpheus shift.

"My wife," He murmured, voice as raspy as an echo.

"My husband," You mused just as quietly, tilting your head to face him.

You were surprised to find his face mere inches from yours, hovering over you. You took him in like he was a breath of wonder, his dark eyes glittering with everything and anything.

You loved those eyes.

It felt almost like an eternity as the two of you gazed at one another for the first time in days. A moment of clarity in an array of raging storms. You saw the way Morpheus' features slowly relaxed, softening in a way that made your heart quiver.

His lips tilted upwards as his cold hand came to cup your cheek, endearment flooding his eyes. You openly leaned into his hand, relishing in the way his thumb gently stroked your cheek. His hold was as light as a feather, as light as the night and as fond as the skies.

"Why not sit on your throne? Does it displease you? I shall change it immediately," Dream hummed urgently, any form of discomfort would be eliminated within seconds if you merely asked.

A smile graced your lips and Morpheus was suddenly reminded of the wonders of creation.

"I adore my throne," You murmured softly, unwilling to break the atmosphere that had built around the two of you, "But I would disregard any and all thrones if it meant I could be beside you."

You saw Morpheus' eyes shimmer.

In an instant, you were yanked up by soft hands and were easily placed on Morpheus' lap. The slight chill of his body made you shiver, your soul crying out in relief.

Gods, you had missed his touch.

With ease, you nestled into his embrace, hands finding his firm shoulders, legs tangling with his as you rested on his chest. You melted into his hold, knowing that it was your rightful place.

You know that feeling you get in your chest when your family's driving home late at night and all you can hear is the humming of the car? That was what you felt when you were in the safety of Morpheus' arms.

His head rested on top of yours, cradling your body so gently it was like you were a cloud, "I am so sorry for neglecting you, my love."

"No," You whispered into his skin, "This isn't your fault. Never. I am merely happy to be by your side, knowing you are safe."

He softened, even more, melting into the warmth that was you. His breath shuddered, body shaking at the intense contact. he had been away from you for a century and now he was so desperate for your touch that it frightened him.

But he would be frightened no longer.

His arms came to clutch your waist, holding you so tightly that if you were mortal you would have cracked under the pressure. You welcomed his desperate embrace without hesitation, curling around him so much there was no space between you, bodies moulded together.

It was just you two. Nothing could break you apart anymore. Nothing.

Morpheus' lips found yours in a tender kiss, words whispered, "And I would give anything to be your side, my love," He sighed softly, "I love you, y/n."

You smiled and pressed your lips to his against and again, "And I love you, Morpheus."

Later, when any of the dream folk walked into the throne room they would quickly leave, not wanting to interrupt. It had been so long since they had seen the fearsome King of Dreams curled up upon his throne like a cat with you, his wife and Queen held in his arms.

Anyone who laid eyes upon the two of you would know one fact.

Your soul was at home and so was his.

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[ladylooch]

imagine Stella sitting on Con’s lap during an interview, when she’s around 3 or 4 so she’s talking and she is CHATTY, and the reports all melt along with the guy doing the interview with him and she’s just talking to everyone

Lucie tried to stop her daughter. She really did. But Stella Wood has a mind of her own these days along with quick legs to bring her there.

"Daddy!" She yells, bouncing into the media room as Connor is in the middle of answering a question. Connor's eyes lift to Lucie in the back of the room who has irritation piercing her eyes. Stella is in a sassy mood today.

"Stell!" Connor can't help but laugh. He knows it's encouraging her, but she looks so damn cute pumping her little legs to run away from Lucie to him. She gets to the stairs, seeing no railing.

"Um, help?" She knows she isn't supposed to do stairs without a railing. The reporters laugh in unison as Con goes to help her. She reaches up for him and he throws her onto his hip, bringing her back to the mic.

"Sorry guys. Ah.. yeah, I think the team is playing well, so even though we've had a few tough games this week, we don't need to make big changes. Small adjustments should be enough and I think that was a great focus in practice today."

"Thanks, Connor. Is Stella taking questions today?"

"I don't know." He looks down at her. She scans the room, zeroing in on the person who said her name. Her blue gaze is intense and Lucie mutters oh my god under her breath. "Stell, you taking questions?"

"No, I wanna go to the park. Mama said we have to wait for you." She's offended with her tone. The room erupts with laughter again.

"Okay. No questions for Miss Stella Wood today."

"No more for you." She insists, trying to cover his mouth with her little hands. Lucie slaps her forehead at her daughter's sass. These people are taking up her daddy's time and she does not appreciate it.

"How about two more? You sit here nicely and we can add ice cream to our zoo trip."

"And cookies." She wagers. Seems fair to Connor.

"No." Lucie calls from the back of the room. She can already see Connor giving in from here. Stella gives her mom the look. It doesn't work on the person she learned it from.

"So you're playing Stella's "uncle" tomorrow. Who does Stella cheer for?" One of the reporters pipes in.

"Me, right babe?" He asks her. She's in an Uncle Lio phase right now and Lucie isn't sure which jersey she will pick tomorrow.

"Yeah." She says with a blush, suddenly feeling shy.

"She has both our jerseys and my wife usually brings both because she switches them out five times a period." Lucie nods her head in confirmation. "She's a big Uncle Lee fan. We allow it even though it's an intense rivalry. Some things are bigger than hockey." He chuckles.

"All done!" Lucie squeaks when Connor is done with his next question. "Bye!" She sings to the room, waving as Connor walks away from the mic. Connor whispers in her ear and Lucie starts blowing kisses out to the crowd.

"You promised her cookies to get her to do that didn't you?" Lucie squints at him.

"Yep!" He grins, laughing while walking away from his wife.

#Lio & Lucie

[tinypi]

@forustothinkistobealive #und es ändert sich auch ständig irgendwas#adam und Olga haben einmal ein seperates Büro#dann stehen die Tische plötzlich im Raum#und der Verhörraum war doch auch mal wo anders oder (from this post)

you've activated my special interest trap! so now i have to talk about the office(s) EVEN MORE oh nooooo

fangen wir von vorne an.

folgen 1 (grenzgänger) bis 5 (demokratie stirbt in finsternis) in świecko verwenden alle dasselbe set, auch wenn sich an kleinen details (fensterbänken, steckdosen) manchmal etwas ändert. es ist leicht zu erkennen an dem büro von olga und adam, das rechts liegt, der tatsache, dass karol noch ein eigenes büro (mit couch) hat, den verhörräumen und dem classic Deutsch-Polnischen Kühlschrank. auch hier zieht sich durch die mitte des großen raumes eine lange pc-bank, an der wolle und edyta sich gegenübersitzen.

rating: boring, drab colours, all the walls are even, but karol having a little couch and the fridge of separation really elevate it a lot for me. 7/10

folge 6 (der fall sikorska) hat ein einmal-set, in dem weder adam und olga noch karol ein eigenes büro zu haben scheinen - alle charaktere hängen im großen raum rum oder sitzen in besprechungsräumen bzw der küche. auffällig ist die braune wand mit (holz?)vertäfelung. ich vermute mal, dass das ursprüngliche set nicht (mehr) zur verfügung stand und dieses hier temporär einspringen musste

rating: the worst one. no one has their own place to sit. bad colour scheme. 1/10

folge 7 (heimatliebe) ist ein weiterer einzelfall. adam und olga haben ein linksgelegenes eigenes zimmer mit viel glas (und alma zu besuch!), ansonsten sehen wir nur verschiedene winkel des großraumbüros

rating: my second favourite! i like the amount of windows, yes, but alma and adam having to share an office and being so disgusted with the mere idea of it is what really does it for me. 9/10

ab folge 8 (tod einer journalistin) bis heute taucht dann das set mit den schiefen wänden auf, welches auf den bildern des original posts zu sehen ist. es ist leicht daran zu erkennen, dass es den großen verhörraum mit den 10 lampen in dreiecksform hat, sowie die kleine empore mit reling. der große raum dient für zwei folgen (8 und 9) als besprechungsraum und karols büro, später wird neu gestrichen und andere türen eingebaut und es ist nur noch ein besprechungs- oder verhörzimmer. karol scheint in dem set kein festes büro mehr zu haben (rip). die kleine treppe hoch sitzen links adam und olga, später dann adam und vincent und rechts hat meistens wiktor seinen eigenen platz. der haupt-ein/ausgang liegt rechts, zwischen dem zimmer ohne gerade wände und dem zimmer, das je nach folge und bedarf die funktion ändert (küche, verhörzimmer, IT labor, warteraum), man kommt aber auch hinten durch das große verhörzimmer auf den flur hinaus

rating: this is my favourite office. this is my most beloathed office. there is not a single even wall. the little set of stairs is unnecessary and i love it so, so much. karol floats about the place like a ghost. wiktor finally gets a recognizable desk. i hate this office. i am obsessed with this office. 100/10

special shoutout an dieser stelle an folge 11 (hermann), in der adam größtenteils in cottbus ist und man das büro so selten sieht, dass sie scheinbar das große set nicht mieten wollten und einfach einen ganz anderen büroraum genommen haben

rating: boring, bland, never to be seen again, but every single scene we do see it in is a scene that has wiktor in it, so i love it by default. wiktor/10

#polizeiruf #polizeiruf 110 #i have studied the sacred texts #and come to the conclusion that filming a tv show with only two episodes a year must be weird as hell #please don't let this flop

[multiphandommess]

New Beginnings (And Burgers)

Summary - A fluff fic for Stella lovers. Her girlfriend picks her up when she gets out of prison and takes her back to their apartment.

Notes - I hope y'all like it. It's my first fic

I was driving down a dirt road. I’m currently on the way to pick up my girlfriend, Stella, from prison. She’s finally getting out today. We met when I was in prison for 8 months for assault (I do stupid things when I’m drunk) and she had 6 more months than me. She called last week and let me know that she was getting out today and asked if I could pick her up and I, of course, said yes. I’m super excited to see her again finally. I get up to the gate of the prison. 

“Hi, I’m here for Stella Carlin.” The guard looks up at me with a deadpan look and turns to call out over her shoulder.

“Get me the kangaroo will ya?” she turns back to me, “You can go sit in one of those chairs now.”

I sit down and wait for Stella. About five minutes later, I see my tattooed hottie walk through the door. “Hey baby,” I say, walking up to her and hugging her.

“Hi, dove. Are you ready to get out of here? I sure am,” she replies with her signature smile.

“Of course,” I say, leading her out to my car. “How about we go get lunch before we go to our apartment? I got you a room set up to put your stuff in and a bed in case you want some me time whenever you want.”

“That sounds lovely darling,” Stella says as she kisses my cheek. 

“What do you want to eat?” I ask her, “We can get anything you might want.”

“How about burgers? I haven’t had good food in so long and burgers sound so good,” she asked.

“Alright, next stop, burgers,” I say, pulling out of the Litchfield parking lot. There was a diner about 20 minutes from the prison. We pulled up and I got out of the car. 

“Actually babe, can we stop in that store really quick and pick me up a new outfit? This one is a bit too big,” Stella asked.

“Sure. Let’s go find you some clothes. You have lost quite a bit of weight on that bagged bullshit they try to call food,” I joke, pulling her into the thrift store next to the diner. 45 minutes later we were walking out of the store and into the diner. She picked out a pair of grey sweatpants, a black tank top, and a vegan leather jacket. She also picked out some jeans, hoodies, bras, and socks so that she had clothes that fit her until I could make enough money to take her on a real shopping spree; but of course, she can always wear my clothes. We walk into the diner, order our food, and sit down. After we eat our food we get back in the car and drive the almost 3-hour drive back to our apartment in NYC. 

We pull up to our building and unload what little stuff she has. We made our way up the stairs and up to our door. I pull out the key. “I’ll have a copy made for you tomorrow when I go out for groceries,” I tell her while opening our door.

“Um…thanks,” she said in an unsure tone.

“Are you ok Stell?” I asked worriedly. “I know getting used to being able to do what you want without someone looking over your shoulder all the time is a little hard to get used to after being in prison for even just a little bit but if there’s anything I can do for you at all baby, just let me know,” I said as I pulled her in and wrapped my arms around her waist. She pulled me flush against her body and laid her head on my chest. We just stood in our kitchen holding each other and making up for all the lost time. “Alright, let's put your stuff away and we can watch a movie or something. How does that sound” I ask.

“Like heaven, sweetie,” she replies, “But how about you show me the room and I can put my stuff away. I don’t want to make you do something that you shouldn’t have to do. Maybe you can make the popcorn or something?”

“I mean, if you’re sure. Also, I was wondering if you wanted to go to Target tomorrow and pick up some decor for your room.” I replied.

“That sounds good but I don’t know how much I’ll be using that room because I’m expecting some I’ll be spending all my time in your bed,” she said with a smirk.

“10 minutes and you're already trying to get in my pants,” I said with the same expression as Stella.

“Hey I could have meant snuggles cutie,” she replied playfully.

“Uh-huh, sure. THAT smirk could have meant anything,” I sarcastically replied with a smile, “Well your room is down this hall. Here you go.”

“Thank you babygirl,” she said with her signature wink. 

I blushed and didn’t reply but just walked away to go make some popcorn. “What do you want to watch?” I called back to Stella. Instead of answering, she walked up behind me and hugged me. “Why hello there,” I joked. 

“Hi,” she said quietly into my neck as she put her hands under my shirt, stopping just before my bra. 

“Watch your hands there dove,” I joked.

“What, can’t I hug my girlfriend?” she replied with a shrug and mumbled something I couldn’t make out.

“What was that?” I asked turning around in her hold. 

“I love you,” she said. This was the first time she had told me this since I got out. She hasn’t said those three words over the phone or at all so far today.

“I love you too baby,” I kissed her and took her hand, leading her over to the sofa. “Alright, you choose the movie.”

“Scream?” she asked.

“Of course darling,” I replied. We spent the rest of our day watching movies and cuddling. As I went to put on our 5th movie, I heard light snoring. I looked down to see Stella asleep, face looking calmer and happier than it had in awhile; even calmer than when I would slide into her bunk during the night and cuddle. I smiled, turned off the TV, and snuggled into her. I rubbed her back and it was enough to lull me to sleep as well.

We might have to get used to being with each other out of prison and living with someone we’ve only been in the same building with for 8 months but I know that we’ll adjust and make each other better people because of it. So here’s to new beginnings.

#stella carlin x reader

[intubatedangel]

Code Red : Chapter 4

I’d planned to have this chapter ready for New Years Day. Then i got the flu. Pretty badly. Close to hospital stay badly.  It certainly put paid all my plans for New Years at any rate. Instead of a 5 course meal and a few drinks, I had some dry toast and a shot of Night Nurse. It’s  still lingering a bit, like a hangover, but the worst is past and I can function again, so here I am with chapter 4. Hope you enjoy.

Story Index  

Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3

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Trish's mind was still a blur from the last few minutes. Recognising the locket that had struck her back. Falling behind Carl as they both dashed up the stairs. Seeing him cradling her best friend, then realising Anna was covered in blood. She'd followed Carl's orders more out of trained instinct than any conscious decision, rushing back down the stairs, only just avoiding tripping at one point. She'd burst out of the stairwell into the trauma wing, shouting for help, but those nearby were too pre-occupied with their chaotic work in Trauma 2. They'd also taken the drop kit that hung on the wall.

She had crashed through the double doors into the main foyer of the trauma centre, barking at the nurse’s station to call the code red and alert the blood bank. She was still running to the front entrance, for the grab bag that was positioned there. Sarah intercepted her. "Trish, Dr Stelling already put a blood order in?" The younger nurse said, the question in her voice.

Trish stumbled to a halt. "It's not for..." She couldn't bring herself to say his name, "him. He...He stabbed Anna!" She cried aloud.

Everyone paused for an eternal moment, staff gasping in shock, patients confused and concerned. Trish took a shuddering breath, on the edge of breaking down completely, when a steady, authoritative voice joined a hand on her shoulder.

"Where?" Jones' single calm word grounded her.

"The top of the stairwell, by the helipad." Trish said. Jones looked to Sarah, who nodded, knowing where she meant.

"Lucy!" He shouted in the direction of the front door. Trish looked over seeing the paramedic already grabbing the kit from its alcove.

"Jessica, get a gurney!" Sarah shouted in another direction. "Mark, call that Code Red to Trauma 3 then get there yourself!" He was senior to her, but he didn't argue, reaching for the phone.

Trish was barely following their actions, trying to process everything. Jones pushed her through into the trauma wing, to the elevators, hammering the call button. "Focus." His solid tone got through to her. "She needs you." Trish blinked a few times, then nodded. The others had caught up just as the elevator arrived and they piled in, Trish claiming the grab bag from Lucy.

The elevator took an agonising eternity to lift them to the top floor. As the door opened and they stepped out, Trish could tell it was as bad as she had seen from the stairs. Worse even. But the limited time she'd had to process the situation was enough for her to act while the others froze behind her. She stepped forward and threw the bag down to cause a loud thump. It had its desired effect.

Hearing Carl describe Anna's situation and seeing her friend's pale blood-stained chest shook her, but she clung onto Jones' words as best she could, even when she pressed the gauze against Anna's abdomen and got no response to what would have been agonising pain.

While the others got ready to lift Anna onto the waiting gurney, Trish kept her hands pressed tightly to the wounds. On Carl's order they lifted their colleague, her sheared scrubs still hooked around her arms, onto the gurney, raising it up a moment later. They gathered the equipment and began to move towards the elevator. Trish glanced back.

She wished she hadn't. The pool of blood was big. Mortally big.

* * *

As they pushed the gurney towards the elevator Carl was keeping one eye on the monitor, and one hand on hers, but his gaze shot to Anna's face when he heard a tiny whimper. For a moment he thought he had imagined it, but then he saw the mildest flutter of her eyelids.

"It's ok Anna, I'm just helping you breath." Sarah told her, leaning close over her head as she closely followed the gurney, squeezing the ambu bag smoothly.

Carl felt a flutter of relief. She was still responsive. Once they got the rapid infuser connected they could stabilise her and get the surgeons to fix the damage. It was wishful thinking. As the elevator doors closed, the monitor let out a warning tone, that switched to a full-on alarm before Carl could even read the screen. The ecg was still flickering away with a rapid rhythm, but the pulse reading had flattened.

"Pulse check!" He shouted, as he grabbed her hand, reseating the finger sensor in the vain hope that he had accidently dislodged it. The screen didn't change. He looked at the others, the pained expressions on their faces telling him before they could even shake their heads. Anna's heart was no longer pumping blood.

"PEA arrest! Get on her chest!" He commanded Jessica, trying not to scream as he reached for the shears in the bag.

Lucy steadied the tall nurse as she climbed up to kneel beside Anna, weaving her hands together, waiting just a moment for Carl to snip the centre of Anna's bra the bottom edge lined with wet red. The cups popped apart, clearing her sternum, replaced an instant later by Jessica's hands, which immediately thrusted down, bending Anna's ribs inwards and compressing her heart.

Carl was again reminded of their play session the prior weekend. His half compressions making Anna's belly pop in a counter rhythm. These compressions were real. Each 2-inch pump forced Anna's entire slim abdomen to bulge. They came at such a rapid rate that it produced an effect akin to rolling waves across her ghostly flesh, with enough force to pop Trish's hands as they held the bandage tight to Anna's wounds. Carl tore his gaze away from his love's distending stomach, looking instead to the monitor.

The ecg waveforms were becoming unstable, the lack of a true pulse and the savagery of Jessica's compressions turning the electrical rhythm into a chaotic storm of spikes. The reading from the pulse ox was marginally more encouraging, the compressions producing waves on the line. They were small, but at least they were there.

"Tell me the rapid infuser is waiting for her." Carl said, looking at Trish.

Before she could respond, Sarah spoke from Anna's head. "Mark is on it, Trauma 3. It'll be fully loaded with O-neg." She said. The detached medical professional inside Carl was impressed by her confidence. The emotional part merely prayed that she was right, concerned only for the beautiful woman that was in cardiac arrest before them all. He lowered his head, gripping the rail of the gurney, the alarming noise of the monitor that filled the compartment cutting through his soul. He took a breath, unintentionally synchronising with the woosh of the ambu bag as Sarah squeezed it firmly, grasping for the professional side that Anna needed right now.

"As soon as the door opens we move. Jessica get a more stable position." He said as he looked at the display above the elevators control panel. Jessica finished 30 compressions, using the brief interruption of another bagged breath to loop a knee over Anna's hips, straddling the dying nurse.

The display ticked over. The elevator rumbled to a stop, letting out a ding as the doors started to slide open.

* * *

Geoff, a member of the facilities team at Riverside hospital, kept himself to himself. He was good at cleaning. Meticulous even. He should take pride in it, others would say. It seemed a strange response to him. Everything had a proper state. He just got things back to how they should be. He had just finished cleaning up Trauma 1 and was moving down the corridor. Apparently there was an incident in the stairwell that needed cleaning. It didn't bother him. Better to be doing something than sitting around. A lot of the others, especially his boss, complained when the medics called for something. Geoff didn't. It gave Geoff a good reason to not sit around with the complainers. He was playing a tune in his head, his fingers tapping the handle of his cart, he didn't know what it was called, he'd only caught a snippet on the radio in the office, but it was catchy. He turned, about to push the stairwell door open with his hip, dragging the cart behind him, when there was a ding from the elevator just a few yards away.

"Move! Move! Move!" Geoff heard the shouting first. Then the screeching alarm. It was a lot of noise. He didn't like noise but working here he was used to it. He did what he was always did. Get out of the way, and let the noise move away from him. He pulled the cleaning cart parallel to the wall, giving them as much space as possible. A gurney was pulled out of the elevator, making an impressively quick turn to head down the hall. Someone was riding on top of it.

That was odd. Not unknown, but odd. It made Geoff pay extra attention. The gurney was big, hard to accelerate. Geoff rarely paid attention to patients, their problems were their own, not his. But that gurney spent so long in his view, that he couldn't help but see the person on it. He would have just let it slide beyond him, gazing past it, except he saw a particular shade of blue. A very familiar shade of blue. He was surrounded by it every day, nurses coming and going. Asking him to do x, y or z. They were usually beside a gurney though. Not on it.

It piqued his attention even more, in that brief time. He noticed the blue giving way to black. Again, that black was common enough, as spots and splashes. That much though. That wasn't normal. Especially next to bright vibrant red. Something was very wrong. The gurney built up speed as it passed him, and he got a momentary look at the face of the person on it. Even with the rubbery mask over her mouth and nose, he knew those eyebrows. That hairline. It was one of the nurses. One he liked. One of the kind ones. She didn't treat him as something less. She never shouted or snapped her fingers, but she also didn't assume he was stupid. He was different. He knew that. But she treated him like he was at least close to normal. She told him what she wanted him to do, clearly, but without being condescending. He enjoyed doing those jobs for her. It would be nice if she was his boss instead.

And yet now she was on a gurney, with another nurse on top of her, hands pressing on her chest. The annoying alarm coming from a machine that had a group of wires connected to her. It was a bad sound. He knew that much. Something bad had happened. To her. Geoff hesitated. He wasn't sure what to do. He froze, watching the gurney as it rushed down the corridor toward the other trauma rooms.

Geoff didn't know what to do. Obviously he couldn't go and help. He'd just be in the way. He should be doing as asked but couldn't seem to open the door. Someone stepped up close to him, dressed in a lot of black. Or was it dark blue? He said something, a stony expression on his face, like a gargoyle, but everything had happened so quickly, Geoff was still confused. The man in black looked at him for a moment, then his face became human.

"Can you stop anyone from using the stairs, until I get some tape?" The man in black asked him.

"I was meant to clean something." Geoff stated. That was what he'd been asked to do.

"I know." The man in black nodded. "Can you stop anyone going in until I tell you though? It's important."

Geoff considered it for just a moment. The man in black seemed distracted. Geoff felt distracted too. He wondered if they were distracted by the same thing. "I can do that." Geoff told him, nodding in reply to the nod of the man in black. It seemed weird to him, bobbing your head to say yes, but he'd learnt what it meant, and it seemed to help when talking to other people.

"Is er...Is she going to be ok?" Geoff was surprised at himself. He didn't usually ask questions, but she was nice. He liked her. She should be ok, right? Being nice was a good thing and more good things happened if you were good. Right?

"I don't know. I really don't know." Officer Stone replied, his voice strained and weary, watching the gurney pivot and crash through the doors into trauma 3.

* * *

The double doors clattered open as the gurney slammed against them, swinging back easily as hands reached out to push them further. The team lined the gurney up next to the trauma bed, dropping the rail.

"Get ready to move her over." Carl ordered, watching the team take up position around the beds. Sarah dropped the bag, uncovering Anna's slack, pale lips. Trish maintained pressure on the bandage and Jessica continued compressions from on top of Anna's lifeless body. Everyone else reached under her, supporting her shoulders, waist and legs.  "Ready Jess." Carl said, the young nurse nodding.

"27...28...29...30!" Jessica counted out, before un-straddling Anna, getting out of the way of the others.

The team half lifted, half slid Anna across to the wider trauma bed, her blood-stained clothes dragging along with her. Trish was leaning across the gurney, keeping her hands on Anna's belly until Lucy, stood on the other side, reached over and replaced her. Jessica shuffled across to kneel beside Anna, resuming compressions just a few seconds after she had stopped. Carl disconnected the monitor, grabbing the wires and leads to plug them into the bigger monitor that hung over the trauma bed as Jones removed the unneeded gurney.

"Cut the rest of her clothes off!" Carl commanded. "I want full peripheral IV's, both arms, both legs. Is that infuser ready?" He asked, looking at Mark. The nurse shut the last container and nodded. 4 bags of O-negative blood ready to be forced into Anna's body, to replenish what she had lost. "Rush a sample for cross matching." Carl told him.

Trish ran some shears down Anna's black pants, reducing them to ribbons. Her shoes were pulled off along with her socks, baring Anna's feet. A couple of snips took care of her underwear. Carl fought his own shears through the looped fabric over Anna's shoulders. Within a minute of giving the order, Carl was looking down at Anna, the love of his life, lying totally naked before the team. She'd always been pale, long hours and night shifts precluding any sort of decent tan, especially at the tail end of the winter months. Now she was beyond pale, her body effectively drained of colour. Because it was drained of blood the bright crimson trails on her skin the only thing that wasn't a ghostly grey.

"Use the IO gun." Carl told Trish, as he grabbed Anna's limp arm and an IV kit, poking the needle in quickly. He grabbed the lines from the infuser, hooking up the first two, looking down at Anna's legs as the IO gun punched a wide bore access into her thigh bone. Trish reloaded the device as Mark secured the cannula taking another line from Carl to connect it. The second IO port was done in 30 seconds, the rapid infuser switched on to pump blood down all four lines into Anna's body.

"Pulse check after this cycle." Carl said, as he stepped back to grab a pair of purple gloves, sliding his hands into them.

Jessica beat down her hands, crushing Anna's sternum five more times before pulling back slightly. Hand pressed into pulse points at Anna's neck, wrist and inner leg, as every head looked up at the large monitor. The waves of the compressions disappeared from the pulse line, the chaos of the ecg trace also reducing. It still squiggled randomly.

"V-fib on the monitor. Charge to 200 and hand me the gel pads! Continue compressions and get a round of epi ready!" Carl said, taking a slim packet from Trish as she turned a dial on the defibrillator that sat upon the crash cart. Carl ripped the sterile packaging, peeling a shiny orange gel pad from the backing, placing it next to the electrode on Anna's right shoulder. The other he nestled on her side, just beneath her left breast. Pads in place, he turned and grabbed the large black paddles from the machine that was letting out a rising tone as its capacitors charged.

"Charged at 200!" Trish announced as the defib let out a double beep.

"Everyone clear!" Carl looked across Anna's body. Jessica had slid off the bed, Sarah held the ambu bag in the air, and Lucy raised her hands.

"Shocking!"

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