#i wish i wasn't the only person i knew who ships these two

[m3m3shadow]

Various "How I get Paradox and Yusei Together" scenarios cause I must share them with the world!!

- Yusei pulls Starlight Junktion out of fucking nowhere during the duel in the past and uses it to rid of Malefic World and kick Paradox's ass. Since Paradox isn't dead, and he technically can't really go back to his other group due to the failure, he just hangs around Yusei willingly despite the animosity between them at first.

- Paradox actually did go rogue (his simple and effective idea of "going to the past and warning people of what's to come if they don't get their shit together and stop being selfish, greedy fucks" was completely ignored in favor of the more complicated and tedious Ark Cradle idea) so he goes to Yusei, snitches, and helps Team 5D's kick some ass.

- Yusei finds Paradox in Satellite a few months after the duel in the past and surprise, Paradox had a back-up body hidden away on the off chance his plan failed and now he's just kinda at a loss of what to do. Yusei takes pity on him and helps him get some semblance of normalcy back in his life.

- Yusei is able to stop the Ark Cradle without Z-one interfering and saves the day, but then wakes up in the future somehow and has to find a way back with the help of Paradox, Z-one, Antinomy, and Aporia, who by a miracle remember all that happened and are super grateful to Yusei for giving them a better future. (Antinomy and Paradox especially, who are a bit too eager to show their appreciation and fight over Yusei.) 😂

- Classic Cafe AU where Paradox works at the Cafe Jack frequents a lot and Yusei, after seeing Paradox there for the first time, is very enamored with him and starts going there a lot as well just to see him. (Poor Crow almost has an aneurysm when he finds out how much Jack and Yusei are spending, though!)

#ygo 5ds #yugioh 5ds #yusei fudo #paradox (yugioh) #paradox/yusei #these two need a ship name dammit #i wish i wasn't the only person i knew who ships these two #i need someone else to ramble about these two with

[scarletttries]

What One Piece Characters Are Like In A Relationship...(Part Two)

Request: "Greetings, could I ask for headcanons of what Buggy the Clown and Dracule Mihawk are like in a relationship?"

Pairings: Buggy x Reader, Mihawk x Reader, Shanks x Reader

Part One (The Straw Hats) here / One Piece Masterlist

Buggy the Clown:

- It's impossible to overestimate the sheer vulnerability it took for Captain Buggy to speak genuinely and honestly when he finally confessed his feelings for you. A man who's spent so much of his life hidden behind a painted facade and a wicked smile, he tried to fight his truth for so long, forcing himself to treat you like just another pirate on his ship when there's nothing you could do that wouldn't stand out to him. The sincerity with which you speak to him, the way you don't gawk at his appearance, the fact that you never engage in the mutinous whispers of those around you. It wasn't long until you became his most called upon ally on the ship, through genuine appreciation for your insights but also his intense need to have his eyes on you at all times.

- With his feelings out in the open, Buggy is still conflicted in the way he showers his affections upon you. Behind closed doors the man is your personal jester, cracking jokes and using his gifts to keep you smiling and entertained constantly. Honestly that man would do anything to keep you looking at him, the warmth of your gaze enough to undo decades of cruelty and ridicule.

- Around the crew though, your captain likes to keep his adoration discrete. There are a lot of people out there that would love to have something they could use against him, and he knows deep down he'd surrender everything he's ever worked for if it stopped a single hair on your head being harmed. So despite how Buggy feels like he is bursting at the seams with joy every time he sees you, he insists on keeping things a secret for as long as the two of you can, lasting on longing looks and subtle contact for the price of your safety.

- That does add a certain desperation to the clown's behaviour towards you though, not that you mind. The moment you close a door he'll be on with you in a flash, all hungry lips and pressing his chest flush with yours to bathe in your warmth while he still can. He needs you overwhelming all of his senses, to fill his heart back up before he has to face the day without you again. Sometimes when he knows you'll be apart for a while, he'll tell the crew he's lost a hand somewhere on the ship so he can leave one tucked securely in your pocket, subtly interlacing his fingers with yours whenever the day gets to be too much; the powers he once feared made him a devil, now giving him the chance to stay by an angel's side forevermore.

Dracule Mihawk:

- A life as the world's greatest swordsman can be a lonely one. Going wherever he's paid to go. Never putting down roots. Knowing that one day he might just find someone desperate enough for his title to kill for it. Mihawk had accepted this life with a certain pride, until he found something else he wanted to be the best at.

- Another night in another island bar had his path crossing with yours, the briefest of exchanges leaving an aching hole in his chest like he'd never experienced before. It was like your smile sent a spark his way that had his whole body going up in smoke, a fire lit inside him that he had only felt once before; for his pursuit of swordsmanship. He knew nothing would quell that desire except giving in fully to the devotion.

- Dracule is extremely attentive to your every whim. He's never really been tied down before he enjoys the grounding that comes from having someone else to influence each of his days. Nothing fulfils him like making one of your wishes come true, his dedication to your partnership unwavering no matter what the world throws at you both.

- He would take enormous pride in teaching you a few of his sword-fighting moves, framing the sessions as just a way to share in his two favourite things (swords and you), but in the back of his mind also very conscious that a time may come when you need to defend yourself from his enemies. Naturally he'll find a way throw your practice fights so the two of you end up on the floor together, his sword cast aside as he exclaims that you are the only person in all the seas that has ever disarmed him so. Don't be expecting to leave that floor for a while once he has you in his grips.

Shanks:

- When you work in a popular port town you see a lot of pirates come and go. So it's pretty noticeable when a certain captain seems to do all his supply runs in your specific shop. Shanks is not at all subtle that he's continually coming to town for you, your first conversation enough for him to reveal that you might be the only person he's ever met that could convince him to give up the pirate life and settle down.

- You don't ask him to do that, instead the two of you settle for frequently being apart, but relishing in every second you get to spend together when you can. Every moment that Shanks is in your life is filled with fun, whether he's just dancing with you in your lovely little home, or convincing you to come with him on this next adventure, heading to a beautiful island where for once he's confident there's no risk of danger to you.

- When you have to be apart, Shanks will call you late in the night, narrating the view from his perch on the figurehead of his ship. He'll describe every detail of the stars glistening on the waves until the peachy rays of the sun trickle across the horizon, all while knowing the far superior view is wherever you are. He'll never reveal the true danger of his journeys to you, instead giving you joyful reimaginations of the troubles he's faced that day. You can tell when he's had a hard week from the pain in his voice though, so you take the chance to regale him with the softness of your peaceful day, recounting your every step and listening to his breathing slow as a weight lifts off his chest. He tells you how one day he can't wait to dock his ship one final time and fall in step with the life you've built, never having to hear your voice from so far away again.

- He lets that hope carry him through the most tempestuous nights at sea, through all the near misses at the hands of his enemies, through every day spent hiding from a bounty hunter and aching to hear your voice again. He finds himself picturing the two of you raising a family, a tiny crew of your own that will always unite you, the ultimate adventure Shanks can imagine, and one he never thought he'd long for until he thought about living it hand in hand with you.

One piece requests still open!

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[henrioo]

°•*⁀➷ CROCOBABY: CROCODILE

꒰ SYNOPSIS ꒱ : "There is only one person that Crocodile would get down on his knees and fulfill every wish without hesitation, you, his little and only son"

꒰ WARNINGS ꒱ : Dad! Crocodile, PLATONIC STORY! NO ROMANCE! Dad and son's relationship, the reader doesn't have a specific age but he is a small child, Cross guild spoilers, child reader loves circus, just parental cuteness and stuff

꒰ WC ꒱ : 1,2k

꒰ NOTES ꒱ : This another stories of a time I only wanted to write about Crocodile, those last times I only want to write for Killer and him, but since I had more ideas for Crocodile I wrote more of him. My finished stories are ending so I'm back writing again, finishing the ask and seeing what I'm going to do next, maybe I will open my request soon but no promises, bye

You coughed, turned again in your bed and finally decided that you weren't going to be able to go back to sleep. You yawned rubbing your eyes with your small hands as you sat up in bed, you looked around the beautiful room you shared with your father. Although you were the one who spent most of your time in that room, so your father had made the necessary changes so that you wouldn't be bored in a place full of adult things.

You now had your own table to study at, your own corner with toys, even an armchair for your size. Furthermore, there were several books that could distract you, it might not be paradise for most children but you were never very demanding, you had toys and other activities and that was more than enough to entertain you for hours. Besides that, when your father was in a good mood he would let you watch the activity at the circus where you lived, it was always such a colorful and lively spectacle that you were mesmerized by everything. Your father hated the circus, but he had made sacrifices for you for your enjoyment, the truth was that more and more of you two went to watch the shows just because he wasn't able to resist the enchanted face of his little son.

Yawning, you moved through the various scarves, furs and other cloths that were always on your bed. Partly to protect you from the cold and partly because you moved so much that your father got tired of always covering you up again, so he just covered you with lots more cloths to make sure you were still covered even if you tossed and turned all night.

You had a little trouble getting out of bed, but you were soon on the floor, your fuzzy socks keeping you from feeling cold. It wasn't long before several of the circus crew saw a child walking around in green banana pajamas and dragging a huge crocodile stuffed animal with him, of course everyone knew who that child belonged to so it wasn't any problem. All the Cross Guild pirates were very kind to you and were always giving you sweets or doing little tricks, you really liked them but your father not so much, so he always made sure you had as little contact with them as possible. He always said that if you spent too much time with them you would become as dumb as Buggy, you didn't understand exactly what that meant.

Luckily the door to your father's office was just ajar, you pushed it with both hands and entered the room. It was similar to his father's old office but was a little smaller and more minimalist, probably because it wasn't very safe to have so much furniture on a ship that could face huge storms. So even now on land his father didn't have many decorations taken from the ship's office.

Crocodile didn't even look up from his papers when the door opened, it was probably Mihawk or Buggy since they had a meeting scheduled this evening, if it weren't them then it would be Mr.1 reporting to him. However, when no one said anything and the door remained open he was slightly confused, he looked up and found no one, his eyebrows were furrowed as he thought of a punishment if it was a prank by Buggy. But to his surprise, all that happened were two little hands pulling his coat trying to get his attention.

“Daddy, lap, daddy” you called for him softly, you were tired and it was obvious that you had just woken up.

"What are you doing here? It’s past your bedtime” he asked with a slightly more affectionate tone that he used specifically for you. Of course it wasn't even close to an extremely loving voice, but it was gentle and calm, an extreme compared to his harsh and aggressive voice towards others. “You should be in bed.” He blew the hair from your forehead as he let you lay against his chest, he had to hold you with his hook arm but you seemed extremely comfortable sleeping on him. It had been a little over an hour since he had put you to sleep and he definitely didn't expect to see you here.

“I can’t sleep” you yawned as you held your crocodile plush tighter and leaned on him, you were lying half sideways against his chest. This reminded the adult of when you were a little baby, he would always hold you regardless of what he needed to do, you were a very needy baby, always crying when he left you alone... maybe he missed how little and needy of his attention you were.

“Do you want me to put you to bed again?” Crocodile was ignoring that he had a meeting soon, the other two pirates could wait, after all his little sand prince would always be his priority.

“No… I'll be right back… I just want… to stay here for a little while” you yawned and finally closed your eyes and relaxed completely against your father. You were already big, but now curled up in his arms with a face so relaxed you almost looked like a baby again.

Sighing Crocodile couldn't hold back his smile, of course he was quick to hide it not wanting anyone but you to see this. He covered you with the huge coat he always wore and went back to his paperwork, he would take you to his bed soon, he would just enjoy this peaceful time with you a little more.

He only realized that a lot of time had passed when Mihawk, Buggy and Mr.1 were entering the office. The clown was shouting and complaining about something while Mihawk ignored him, Daz was holding some papers and approached his boss's desk more quickly. Obviously he was quick to notice the strange bulge hidden beneath his coat, before he could question it he saw his little hand clinging to his father's shirt, he almost smiled but that didn't suit him.

“Do you want me to take the young master to the room?” He asked as he placed the papers on the table and the mention of another person in the room made Mihawk and Buggy shift their attention to Crocodile.

“No, I'll take him after the meeting” he dismissed the support, even though Mr.1 had been his babysitter for the last few months, there were things that the pirate refused to let others do with his son. These were things that only he, the father, had the right to do.

"I see we will have a little guest today" Mihawk said with a gentler air as he sat down, it was strange but the swordsman didn't hate children. A few times he had even seen the two of you interacting while Dracule told you about some island he had been to.

“Oh, that explains his calmness” Buggy sighed a little relieved knowing that Crocodile would never be cruel or scary in front of him.

“Shut up and let’s get this over with, I have other matters to deal with” the hooked man said harshly. Everyone agreed but deep down it wasn't difficult to realize that your father had a huge soft spot for you... And well, you weren't complaining about that.

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[bambieyedoll]

⊹ BELLA RAMSEY HC ໒꒱ ⋆ﾟ

contains: friends to lovers / mini angst / pure fluff

warnings: this is my first post and english is not my first language so i apologize for any mistake in advance.

it would start with small hints they’d give you.

whenever you two were in an interview promoting the new series, bella would wait for you to sit first and then take the seat next to you to be close.

if that wasn't possible, they would steal glances at you from time to time but look away immediately the moment you catch them, pretending to be interested in the conversation with the rest of the cast.

when the interviewer asked you a question, all their attention would go to you and your soft voice.

bella wouldn’t even notice their actions. the need to take anything you gave them was almost natural.

they would unconsciously agree with whatever you said about the series and found themselves leaning forward to your direction whenever you spoke.

while being off screen, bella would try to start conversation with you. it was only a matter of time for you to start going out on your free days.

you two had so much fun together.

you would go out on little dates almost every day to the point fans started to ship you.

bella wouldn’t admit it, but they were secretly thrilled when someone mistook you as a couple. they would look for edits and save them in their secret tiktok acc.

when the nicknames started, you got each other kicking your feet and giggling on the inside.

while you called them “love”, they called you “babe” and “darling”. you both assumed it wasn’t serious but deep down wished it was.

you became their comfort person.

bella would find peace in resting their head on your shoulder while playing with your fingers.

some other times, they would hug you from behind while laying on the couch to watch a movie. they ADORED having you in their arms.

you would fall asleep quickly after bella started running their fingers through your hair. they just had that power over you. they made you feel safe.

the moment they realized you fell asleep, their mind would go back to thinking about you and how you made them feel.

it terrified them.

the idea of ruining your friendship and loosing you was way too much for bella. but they didn’t know what to do with the feelings they had towards you.

one day you would be outside on a date. you two tried to be as cautious as you could in order not to be recognized but the moment you heard your names being yelled, you realized you’ve failed.

pictures were being taken and fans quickly surrounded you. after the massive success of the series, the number of people who recognized you was so much bigger and it took you by surprise.

it was overwhelming.

you tried to put on a smile but the screams and phones being put on your face were too much to handle. bella noticed it.

they interlocked your fingers while holding your hand and that made you look at them. their gentle smile let you know it was okay, they were there with you.

that was enough to calm you down a bit. bella made their way through the people while repeating “sorry” and “excuse me”.

“y/n! bella! are you a couple now?” one of the fans asked and everyone there could hear it.

similar questions about whether or not you were in a romantic relationship were the only thing you both could hear and it made bella uncomfortable.

not of the thought of it. they just didn’t want to have that conversation with you because they knew they wouldn’t be able to lie about their feelings to you.

the way home was silent apart from casual comments and the background music from the radio.

when you arrived to their apartment, you didn’t know what to say. you noticed how bella reacted to the questions and couldn’t help feeling insecure.

“are you okay?” you finally asked them, looking for their eyes while playing with your fingers.

bella was deep in thoughts as well. considering every moment with you till then, debating whether or not it was the right moment.

“yeah, i… it just took me by surprise” they answered with a soft tone before gazing at the floor while you nodded in silence.

“if you… uh, you wanna talk about it?” hearing your voice shaking made them worry and look at you instantly. “i understand that it made you uncomfortable and i’m so sorry. i can post something o-or say something in an interview. i’m so sorry”

bella’s heart broke at the sight of you and was desperate to comfort you. they closed the space between you and held your hands gently.

“what? no! no… baby, that isn’t-“ they stopped themselves. how could they possible explain what they were feeling without risking everything?

“it’s not that i feel uncomfortable because of what they said. i just… i don’t know how to explain this” bella started again but couldn’t find the correct words and it made you tilt you head in confusion.

“is something else going on?” your doe eyes looked at theirs and bella sighed shyly looking down. they could never hide something from you, if you looked at them like that.

“you can talk to me, whatever it is” you reassured them while caressing their hand.

“i don’t think i can” bella’s eyes finally found yours and you both noticed how close your faces were.

your voices were as low as whispers, creating such an intimate moment. you were worried you may be mistaking the situation but you couldn’t possibly move away for them now.

“y/n?”

their eyes took every detail of your face to keep them in their memory, fearing it could be the last time.

“yes?”

the butterflies in your stomach were going crazy with every second that passed.

“i like you.”

they confessed with closed eyes and a fast-beating heart that was about to explode off their chest.

there was a big amount of ten seconds of silence before a small giggle left your mouth. bella opened their eyes in confusion only to find yours glowing in happiness, stealing a nervous smile from their lips.

“i like you too” you replied with the sweetest smile only for and because of them.

your soft fingers traced their cheek as if their factions were made of glass, earning a sigh of relief from them and you noticed little tears in their eyes.

“i’m not dreaming, am i?” bella said with their adorable accent and cute smile and you knew you couldn’t wait another second.

your arms found their way around their neck while their hands instantly moved to hold your waist and pull you close till your foreheads were touching.

you two stayed like that for a little while, just enjoying the moment. you waited for too long.

“kiss me, dummy”

that needy whisper was enough for bella to close the small space between your lips, putting an end to their suffering.

they could swear they saw colors exploding the moment you kissed. your hands were playing with their hair and only then they knew they were addicted to it. bella was addicted to you.

the kiss would end with giggles from both of you. the realization of your feelings being mutual these whole time was funny then.

it lasted less than a minute because the need to kiss you again was bigger and their lips found their way back to yours as if they were their destined to be.

bella would be pure joy.

hugging you and hiding their face in your neck to smell their favorite scent and cherish you finally being in their arms as something more than a friend.

#bella ramsey x reader #bella ramsey #tlou #bella ramsey x you #bella ramsey x y/n #fanfic #bella ramsey headcanons #fluff #angst #headcanon #celebrity x reader #lgbtq

[kamwilliamsonn]

The Captain - Leah Williamson

When you reunite with your best friend after 2 years of facetime only, it was bound to get emotional.

You had deployed into the Royal Navy the moment you turned 18, started off as a Petty Officer, and making your way up the ranks until you were a Captain. You were only 23 when you got the rank, but your first mission was a 2 year long stay on your ship - the HMS Medway - in the Carribbean, you were allowed to Skype and text your family, but you couldn't see them.

It was never much problem not to talk to your birth family, they never agreed with any of your decisions - sexuality or career especially.

But not being able to talk to the Williamson's - to Leah - was definitely difficult.

Leah had been your best friend since birth, the both of you growing up in Milton Keynes, neighbours for your whole life.

You went from seeing each other everyday, to once every couple months, to your only source of communication being Skype.

You were overjoyed for your best friend when she got the role as Interim Captain at the beginning of 2022, and we're even happier for her when she got announced as the actual captain for the Euros.

You knew you needed to be there.

And not just for the final, you wanted to be there for the first match.

So you spoke to your Commanding Officer, your Admiral, but you didn't want to just take a break. You asked him to discharge you.

It was a hard decision, but after 7 years of service, and no life outside your ship for 2 years, you knew it was about time that you take on your next challenge.

Away from the Royal Navy.

But back in London.

He understood greatly, and told you that should you ever wish to come back, your ship would be awaiting you.

And while you gave him a gentle smile,

you knew you were never coming back for good.

-

6th June 2022.

The opening of the Euro's.

England V Austria.

Kick off was at 8pm, in Manchester, Old Trafford.

You arrived in Manchester at 5pm, still fully kitted out in your captain's uniform, your cap set snug on your head.

As soon as you touched down, you messaged the person you trusted most - other than Leah - Lucy Bronze.

You'd known her since Leah broke out in the England squad, and Lucy had become somebody you confided in pretty easily.

You knew she could keep the surprise from Leah - unlike her counterpart, Keira - and would help you out.

So, 10 minutes later, Lucy pulled up at the private airstrip, helping your bags into the car and smiling proudly at you.

You pulled her straight into a hug, relishing in human contact from somebody who wasn't your employee.

"Y/n, it's so good to see you. Two years is way too long." She told you, opening the car door for you and letting you sit in her passenger seat.

You sighed, taking your cap off and placing it on the dashboard in front of you. "I've missed you, Luce."

"Not as much as you've missed Leah, though, I'm sure."

"Well, I hope to never miss her again." You told her.

Her head snaps towards you. "What d'you mean?"

"I'm never going back to the Navy, London will be my home now, Leah will be my home again."

The drive was comfortable, music playing as she drove you to the hotel everybody was staying at, they didn't have to be at Old Trafford until 6:30, ready for warm ups at 7:30, so Lucy organised with Sarina for you to come to the hotel for a bit.

Sarina was more than happy to ablige, a captain of the Royal Navy, one of the only female ones out there.

But as you turned up to the hotel, Lucy couldn't convince you to get out of the car.

"It's been two years, Lucy, what if we aren't the same!" You worried, making her hold your shoulders and force you to look at her.

"Okay, if you're truly that nervous, don't go in there as y/n, 18 year old who first started out in the Navy. Go in there as Captain y/l/n. The youngest female Captain of the Royal Navy. Go in there and stand proud. You are in your uniform, show them why you are what you are."

You took a deep breath and picked up your cap, placing it on your hand.

Lucy patted your thigh softly. "I'll get your bags. You go get your girl."

A blush grew on your face and you looked at her with wide eyes. "I have no idea what you're talking about."

She just scoffed. "Yeah, sure."

-

None of the lionesses were in the Lobby, but Sarina was, waiting for you. She greeted you with a warm smile and a handshake, thanking you for your service - even if she wasn't English, she was honourably one for the rest of her time as the England Coach.

She told you that she was going to call a meeting, that you can wait in another room until everybody was in there and then you'd sneak into the room.

You nodded with a soft smile, agreeing with the plan, knowing that the Lionesses were going to see a very different side to their captain.

And that they did.

With all 23 girls sat in the little meeting room, Lucy having been the last one in, you quietly opened the door and slid in.

A trick you'd learned in your 7 years of service.

Keira, who'd been facing the door, instantly opened her mouth in shock, about to speak until you put a finger up to your mouth.

Slowly but surely, each of the girls figured out you were there - not that they all knew who you were - but didn't say anything, Leah was still unaware.

You snuck up behind her and took off your cap, putting it behind your back, with your arms interlocked - standing at ease, the most comfortable you could feel anymore.

You bent down slowly, until your breath was fanning on her ear. And as she began to turn around to face you, you spoke.

"Hello, my darling, it's been a while." She gasps and stands up instantly, turning around like the flash.

She threw her arms over you and pulled you into the tightest hug she ever had before.

You snuck your arm around her and placed your cap on the table, letting your arms fall tightly around her waist, breathing in her scent.

The comfort of your best friend.

Without even thinking, as soon as she pulled away out of the hug a little, to speak, you pushed your lips against hers.

The rest of the lionesses let out hollers, but neither of you paid them any attention.

She kissed you back with just as much passion.

It felt like just the two of you.

Just as it had many years ago.

Idk how much I like this, but I love the premise, and as somebody who spent many years of her life as a sea cadet, there are some things in life that my heart will always find peace with.

#woso imagine #woso x reader #woso #woso imagines #leah williamson #leah williamson x reader #woso community #lucy bronze #sarina wiegman #lionesses #kamden writes

[tenthcrowley]

Show: Doctor Who.

Character: Tenth Doctor.

Reader: GN reader / gender not specified.

Summary: In Chapter One, you meet the Doctor, he was quite confused about you being so excited about everything. How did you know things about him? (Just added, lol I'm sorry I forgot)

Chapters: 1/?

The Prologue . | Chapter One | . Chapter two. Chapter Three.

DREAMING

Chapter One

He was alone at the TARDIS. Just him and the pure silence that's slowly killing him. His gaze went through the whole empty ship. He misses Rose. So, so much. He knew the TARDIS also misses her. They needed her laugh, her smile, her voice.

"Well! What do we say about another trip, ay?" He walks up to the controls, faking a big smile and ignoring his watered eyes. The Doctor began to set up coordinates, not sure when and where to go, just go.

"Ready?" He whispers before pulling a lever, feeling how the TARDIS starts flying. He sits on the floor, hugging his own legs and staring at a wall.

That's his whole life. He travels, he finds a travel-partner, after a while he losts them or leave them and keeps travelling. And the cicle repeats.

"You know? I just wish someday I can find someone inmortal, as me. Another Time Lord." Keeps talking to, well, the TARDIS, but clearly does not get an answer.

Suddenly, the TARDIS starts shaking and malfunctioning, making the Doctor to grab himself from the button controller. Quickly standing up to see what's wrong and how to fix it.

"Come on! You listen to me! What are you doing?!" The panel control has lot the coordinate, it wasn't even functioning anymore, nothing he did was working. So The Doctor managed to stop it by himself, finally to fly all over the ship and get pushed to a wall. "Ouch." Came out of his mouth.

Where has he landed?

He stood up and walked to the door. He opened it and saw a guy, maybe a human. This person was looking at him like if he is some kind of a ghost.

"Uh, hello." The Doctor greeted with a big smile, closing the door of the TARDIS after he stepped out of it. "So! Where are we?" The brunette alien-man walked around what seemed to be a tiny little house. Wrong. He saw a balcony. It was a flat then. "Lovely flat!" He walks towards a window and looks outside. "I'm guessing... 2011? 2013? It's way basic technology." He whispers to himself and turns to the strange guy again.

You were completly shocked, to be honest. You couldn't believe it. Maybe you got high somehow? But with what? Maybe you were dreaming. You couldn't be THAT passioned with fake scenarios. This was just... impossible.

"Who are you?" Is the only thing that could go out of your mouth. Out of all things you were thinking, 'Who are you?' apparently was the best option. You know who he is, but it can't be.

"Oh. My manners! Of course" He quickly walks up to you. His hands were hidden in the pockets of his big coat. ", I'm The Doctor." Says with a grin.

You chuckled. "No, you're not."

He looked confused.

"What do you mean? Of course I am!" He sounded offended by your denial.

You are still looking at him. How? He obviously is The Doctor. You weren't making this up, you make the characters say and do whatever you want. But you're not doing this, you can't even think, to be honest.

"You can't" You gasped, taking a step back.

"What? Why?" He frowns, looking at you from the bottom to the top. "Who are you? Where are we?" He runs and opnes the balcony door to step out.

You follow him behind. "I-It's 2023. W-We are in Argentina." You say looking at him, frowning, still can't believe it.

He looks more relaxed now, even smiles. "Oh! Great! Then I travelled to the future. Meh! Nothing new." He leaves the balcony and goes to the TARDIS, and stroke it a bit. "What happened to you?" Whispers.

You follow him behind, again. Still can't believing what your eyes are seeing.

"Oh, I must be dreaming!" You smile, now excited. "This is the most realistic dream I've ever had!" You jump, watching him as he looks at you very confused and a little scared.

"What?"

"You look so real!" You walk up to him and put a hand on his cheek, smiling as you watch his face in detail.

"Who are you? Believe me, this is not a dream." He takes a step back, looking around.

You keep smiling, walking up to the TARDIS and enter with the Doctor following you behind.

"Just as in the show!" You say excited, looking the ship carefully without touching a thing. But of course, you're human, you're curious and instinctively push yourself towards something that may be dangerous.

"Stop right there!" He grabs your arm when you're about to touch something. "Who are you? Why are you acting like this? Do you know who I am? What 'show'?" You look up to him. He's frowning, only confusion and mistrustfulness in his eyes.

Why is he acting like this?

"I'm (Y/N). I'm excited because I have never had a dream so... vivid. I know who you are, you are The Tenth Doctor! 'Doctor Who'!" You let go and walk out the TARDIS.

The Doctor is even more confused now and he follows you. "Why are you keep talking about a dream?" He asks.

You look at him, now your smile is gone changed by confussion. Why is The Doctor having such a concience mind in your mind? You are supposed to be controlling him.

"Because this can't be real. I'm dreaming, it's the only way to explain this." You said in a obvious tone. You're trying to think it's not ridiculous explaining something you already know to a character you are controlling, basically yourself.

He stays silence and looks around, again. His typical look when he's analyzing stuff. He's frowning and the inly thing you do is just stare at him.

"Unless you aren't." He murmurs.

"What?" He walks up to you very sudden, making you take a step back.

"Tell me how do you know about me. What do you mean with 'Tenth Doctor'?"

"W-why?"

"Just tell me!"

"Fine!" You scream back at him and sigh. You are nervous, but just don't know why. "You are the Tenth Doctor. Because you're the tenth regeneration, I've only watched the re-make but I saw it on the website so-"

"What website?"

"Doctor Who Argentina"

#tenth doctor #tenth doctor x reader #tenth doctor x you #tenth doctor x y/n #doctor who imagine #doctor who x reader #doctor who x male reader #10th doctor #david tennant #doctor who

[meraxesmoon]

Hey i love your writing can i request yandere yuta x reader who has a crush on yuji but he's so clueless about it

note: my favorite boys 💓

warnings: yandere content, love triangle trope, unrequited love trope, yūta has a guilty conscience, female reader, kinda angsty, lovesick yuta is best yuta, yuji is oblivious but also likes darling, i wasn't sure if you wanted hcs or a oneshot, so this is just a lil imagine, yuta is pining awe, bad gojo bc i don't think he's a good person lmao, gojo just ships them guys 💗

He liked Itadori, really, he did. He was a good kid. Kindhearted and thoughtful, a good person despite the curse that was hardly dormant inside of his body. Yuta liked Itadori a lot, and he wanted to be a good upperclassman to him. Yuta wanted to mentor Itadori like Gojo mentored him.

He wanted to be friends with Itadori.

But she just made it so hard.

Yuta could watch her all day. He did, sometimes, when he wasn't on a mission halfway across the world. That's how he knew that (Name) absolutely adored Itadori. She looked at him like he had hung the moon and stars in the sky, like he was the purest being on earth.

Truthfully, the sweetness of her affections for Yuji made his skin crawl, made his stomach turn in uncomfortable circles as he watched the two of them interact. It was painful to watch because it was obvious that Itadori liked her, too. He hadn't noticed the affection she held for him, but Yuji seemed to look at her with the same sort of adoration in his eyes.

It made Yuta feel sick to his stomach.

They liked each other, Yuta knew this well enough. But... didn't he deserve to have someone to look at him in the same way? That's all Yuta wanted. He wanted (Name) to look at him like he was the only person left in the world. Was that really so wrong of him?

And, he tries to leave them alone. He tries because Yuta knows that it's hopeless to chase after someone who will never want him, but it's so hard, especially when she looks at him with such admiration. She adored Yuta, just not in the way he wished she did.

'It should be easier that way,' Gojo had told him one night as they walked the streets of Tokyo for a mission. 'She cares for you, so you should find solace in the fact that she loves you.'

Yuta wished that it worked out that way, but it hadn't.

He still desired after her like she was the source of life in his world, as he often thought she was. She'd indulge him sometimes, too, smiling at him ever so sweetly, and Yuta would pretend that she loved him just as much as he loved her.

It was a delusion, of course, because she only saw Yuta in a platonic sense.

Sometimes, when he saw Yuji and (Name) laugh and smile together, he had the urge to take her into his room and never let her leave. The disgustvof watching the two of them practically swoon over each other made Yuta sick.

Yuta wanted this disgusting feeling in his stomach to stop, and Gojo had been of no help. His mentor whispered in his ear about how easy it would be to just snatch (Name) away. He listened to these whispers sometimes and would entertain the fantasy of having her all to himself.

"If you want her so badly; take her."

... he really wanted to start listening to that little white-haired devil on his shoulder.

i just finished my finals for my senior year. i'm so relieved (；^ω^)

#cw: yandere #yandere okkotsu yuta #yandere yuta #yandere jjk #yandere jujutsu kaisen #yandere headcanons #yandere imagines #yandere content #kay writes #rhxegal

[virgobingo]

Hi! I have a question, I hope I can explain myself: how would you describe Gojo on a moral level? I see the majority of the fandom (jjk in general, not just the shipping ones) considers him a good person, but I'd argue he's more on the grey side...and not a light grey. See, I can't really wrap my head around the way he blatantly ignores the fact the Suguru was completely fucked up, to the point that in chap 236 he wishes Suguru was with him before fighting Sukuna and imagining him (adult Suguro, the fucked up one) together with the same students he tried to kill in jjk0. How on earth? If I'm not mistaken Gojo never really says "yeah, Suguru was my friend but he used to be completely different, this is not the Suguru I used to be friends with". He never says Suguru was wrong. He just misses him, even though he was surrounded by people who liked him. At least Shoko clearly doesn't feel any affection towards Suguru. And let's not talk about the way he doesn't really seem concerned about the future of his students in chap 236. What do you think? Just to clarify: I do like Gojo. But I don't share the sentiment of the rest of the fandom: he's not a good person. I guess Nanami was right

i sort of explained how i think gojo sees the matter of suguru before but it's buried in my blog since i don't tag properly so to any one else reading this i might be repeating myself.

to gojo the "suguru he knew in hs" and the "suguru he killed" are one and the same. i don't believe gojo is the type to draw hard lines like the average person since he is "enlightened"— as his name (satoru) suggests. "past" suguru is at his core the same as "future" suguru. to him the person suguru becomes doesn't exist in a vacuum (his path is ultimately a product of their society). in other words, to gojo the distinction lies not in what suguru did, but who suguru is (gojo doesn't conflate actions with the "self"). i think this is how gege, who seems to be an overthinker, looks at the whole thing anyways. the matter doesn't boil down to "good" or "bad".

and the thing is gojo loves suguru at his core (or i choose to interpret it that way anyways). gege frames him as gojo's "one and only friend" for a reason. i think he's the only person who ever really made gojo feel that he was "just like everyone else."

being "liked" by others (and even reciprocating those feelings) doesn't help fill the gap gojo felt from losing suguru. gojo's simply been growing around the loss. i think this diagram explains gojo's sentiments best:

i also don't think that gojo's unconcerned for his students so much as choosing to be an optimist (once more, which aligns with his progressive ideals too),

honestly, there's not much left for gojo to do beyond the grave either.+he really went all out. he didn't exactly roll over and die haha there was a possibility his own hollow purple might kill him but that was a sacrifice he was willing to take to beat sukuna, for his students sake... but also because he was feeling experimental

in any case, if you look at his desires, sukuna wasn't even his priority,

in conclusion: i don't think gojo's a bad person or that nanami even implies that in ch 236 haha i think he's shown to be human (he loves to fight despite everything and he fails to connect with others).

sukuna even calls gojo greedy two chapters later. that's a very human trait. the thing is sukuna is technically right too because despite all gojo's power, wealth, success, and the people who like him— there's only one thing he wanted (geto by his side),

tldr: it's complicated. gojo's doing his best lol hope that makes sense?

#i will notice some horrific typo later #i need to go back and tag things so i can find them ahshsj #gojo satoru #jujutsu kaisen #jjk 236 #asks #satosugu #i guess

[merrysithmas]

If pressed to choose, who do you think Anakin would choose between Obi-Wan and Padmé? Do you think that choice would change depending on the circumstances?

Hands down Obi-wan. Even if you don't ship them, even platonically this is pretty much canon.

And I say this because that's literally WHAT he was doing by remaining in the Jedi Order (which he had severe issues with). Sure, Anakin loved the heroism and was beholden to the promise made to his mother that he would remain in the Order. And yes, he truly was a good person who valued doing good and his Jedi training -- however, it is undeniable that interwoven in ALL those things was... Obi-wan.

Obi-wan who was his cogeneral in the Clone Wars, the two of them side-by-side known as the faces of the Front.

Obi-wan who promised to train him so he could fulfill his mother's wish.

Obi-wan who seemed to so easily exemplify the great Jedi mediators he knew he could never be.

Obi-wan who was essentially Anakin's walking-talking moral compass.

Anakin didn't leave, despite his marriage, despite his children, despite his deepening disgust with the Order because of Obi-wan (and Ahsoka).

Anakin loved being a Jedi but what he loved more was being a Jedi with his Jedi family (Obi and Soka).

This was a major source of mental contention for him - choosing between these two "families" he created in equal but opposite worlds. His marriage to Padme, who was directly linked to his mother's death (she was the only one who knew he murdered the Tuskens, so the only one he felt forgiveness with) and so he refused to let go of her. He saw Padme as a Judge of the moral fortitude of his curated jedi knight Image. If Padme, stalwart guardian of the lawful Senate, forgave him for this atrocious crime - then surely he wasn't a monster.

And on the other hand was his "marriage" to Obi-wan, an uncommon war-borne partnership resulting in the Padawan they both trained and the war they bore on their backs. Their closeness was highly unusual for the Order - but the Order couldnt do much about it given their reliance on them as generals and the chaotic state of the Republic. A lot of oversight seems to have fallen away, and I'm sure a part of all those on the Front felt closer to their compatriots and the clones than the Council comfortable in Coruscant, as they trudged tirelessly and endlessly through distant worlds fighting tooth and nail in the trenches.

If pressed to choose, which he essentially was (and Sidious manipulated his years-long strife) he would pick Obi-wan. He proved this by not leaving - even though by all accounts he should have and simply started his own Order. Something was keeping him there and it wasn't just the war or the heroics - Anakin couldn't leave Obi-wan.

There are numerous instances of your exact question in canon such as in Stover's novel where Anakin ponders if he loves Obiwan "more than his wife" at Sidious' pressing. Also the Son on Mortis revealing himself in the image of Anakin's mother Shmi and saying that Padme was not his true love but essentially a lie -- a pretty damn harsh summation put to screen if you ask me.

Anakin struggled with the choice between Obi-wan and Padme (and what they represented) for YEARS til the very end at Mustafar, when finally, at his mental breaking point - he chose himself.

And Sidious was counting on that.

#ask #anon #obikin #sw ask #anakin skywalker #obi wan kenobi

[kyuriin-chan]

Adam Warlock x OC

Part 1

Word Count: 1.556

Warnings: Adam being cute, fluff, slight angst

POV Seraphina

I've known Pete for a relatively long time and even though I said goodbye to the Guardians, I missed them all very much.

After Gamora left us and Thanos was finally defeated, my help was requested by my brother who I hadn't seen in a long time.

So I also left the Guardians, even though it was very difficult for me at the time. They were all very dear to me and I promised them that I would come back as soon as I was needed or my help was no longer needed by my brother.

x

I slowly steered my spaceship to the well-known landing site that was kept free for me.

Pete had enlightened me about what had happened and I was glad that Rocket was fine now. After all, we were good friends and often exchanged ideas about technical things and what could be improved.

My ship finally landed and for a moment I just sat and let it all sink in. I considered this small planet and it's inhabitants to be home, even though my native home was actually light years away.

Here on this planet was my real family, friends who meant a lot to me. A smile graced my lips and I turned everything off to leave the ship.

Pete had just notified me of everything like he had done all along while I was gone so no one knew I was actually coming back. He had told me about the destruction of the city and I really wanted to help.

With steady steps, I made my way to meet the Guardians and tell them of my return.

POV Adam

Almost helpless, I watched the many people who tried to rebuild their city and did everything to help them.

After I pulled Peter out of space and rescued him, a lot of people seemed to trust me more and give me another chance as well. Still, I couldn't deny that I felt kind of alone. Everyone had someone they knew or got along with.

I didn't really know anyone.

Mantis assured me that I would find my place but I wasn't so sure. My mother often spoke of a person who formed our other side. To which one belonged and which gave one the feeling of safety and security.

Did I also have such a person?

I continued to stroll through one of the streets and only looked up when I heard a bright laugh. My gaze fell on Peter who seemed to be hugging an unknown woman. The two knew each other well and began to talk quickly.

I stared at them both rooted to the spot and began to study the young woman further. Her blond hair was long and gently swept behind her as she walked further away with Peter. She had a beautiful smile that made me feel warm even though that smile wasn't even aimed at me.

The two disappeared around a corner and for a brief moment I caught a glimpse of her face. If there were angels then I was convinced that she had to be one.

"Hey Adam! Come on! Pete has news for us! Hurry up, come on!", Mantis suddenly called out to me, who had stepped into my line of sight without me noticing.

How long did I stand there, just like that?

A little unsteadily I walked behind Mantis who also had Drax with her and was talking excitedly. However, my thoughts were still with the beautiful woman and her almost golden-blonde hair, which is why I didn't listen to her.

Together we entered a small bar that surprisingly survived the attack and was considered as our regular meet-up place.

"Listen up everyone! I have great news for you! Our dear Seraphina is finally back and will stay!", Peter's voice sounded. Everyone started cheering and even Nebula seemed to react positively to this news as a barely noticeable smile crept onto her face.

Confused, I looked around the small bar and waited for a more detailed explanation until a person stepped into the bar behind Peter. It was none other than the woman with the charming smile I had seen before.

So I stood a little apart and just watched how everyone hugged the young woman named Seraphina and were probably very happy about her arrival. At that moment, I really wished I could hug her like that and be near her too.

I watched almost longingly as she began to talk to the others and shared her story with them. Music started playing and Peter handed out drinks to everyone and although a happy mood ensued I just felt all the more left out.

Why would she want to talk to me too?

However, I couldn't take my eyes off Seraphina. She was pulling me in like some kind of magnet and I just couldn't resist the pull. Every now and then she brushed back one of her blond strands and I wondered if her hair really felt as soft as it looked. Her soft smile never left her lips and I secretly hoped that she would smile at me too.

"You can also talk to her Adam", Peter's voice suddenly sounded next to me and I looked over at him almost startled. He had a huge grin on his face and I got the feeling he had something in mind some kind of plan maybe.

"Instead of just staring at her, you know?", he continued and that's when I realized he must have been watching me without my noticing.

"I'm good... yeah. I'm just looking", I said quickly then looked back across the bar hoping he would leave me alone.

"Kinda creepy you know? Just staring and doing nothing", he said, leaning against the bar wall.

"I'm not staring!", I tried to explain to him again and crossed my arms uncertainly.

How was it that he could see through me like that?

"Whatever you say buddy. But talking to her won't hurt you y'know", he said taking a sip of the blue drink he'd been holding the whole time. With a huff I took one last glance at Seraphina and her smiling face, "I think I'm going outside for a bit."

Without Peter being able to say anything else, I almost bolted out of the bar and quickly inhaled the cool air from outside. I sneaked a peek through the bar window again hoping to see Seraphina but Rocket and Drax had apparently started a drinking contest and a large crowd had gathered in front of the window.

Almost furiously I kicked a stone away from the path in front of me and clenched my hands into fists. Now there was no way I could just go back after Peter caught me like that.

I wish it was that easy, but what if she just doesn't like me? What if all she sees in me is this monster that wanted to hurt her friends?

At that thought, a pain almost ran through my body and I put my hand on my chest. Shaking my head I walked on and admitted defeat. Countless feelings rolled through my body and I just couldn't place any of them.

"Hey! Wait!", a voice suddenly called from behind me and abruptly I turned just to look into Seraphina's blue eyes. She stopped in front of me and smiled softly at me.

"You're Adam, aren't you?", she asked me and I could only nod as she almost took my breath away.

"I'm Seraphina and I wanted to introduce myself again personally. I've heard a lot about you", she said and fear immediately went through my body like a bolt of lightning.

What had the others said about me? Did they also say that I was actually responsible for Rocket's injuries? In the end, I simply attacked the Guardians.

"Heard... from me?", I asked almost swallowing hard and stood as stiff as a statue in front of the young woman.

"You saved Pete and I'm very grateful for that!", she quickly explained to me and gave me an even bigger smile than before. Without warning she took one of my hands in hers and immediately that warmth flowed back into me. My heart started beating like crazy and I really hoped she wouldn't notice.

"The past is the past and all that matters is the here and now. You can decide who you are and what you do Adam. We're all here to help you", she said softly then let go of my hand.

I immediately missed her soft hands and their warm touch on my skin.

"I'd better let you go, it's already very late. See you tomorrow!", she said quickly and then went in the other direction past the bar. As if in a trance, I stood on the street and watched after her until her shape was no longer visible.

Her words echoed in my head and slowly a smile crept onto my lips as I had to look down. My hand was still tingling and I turned around as well.

For Seraphina, I wanted to be as good as possible. I wanted to protect her and make her proud, show her that I understood her words. I desperately wanted to feel more of her warmth and give in to this urge for her.

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4

Feel free to comment your thoughts or prompts ✨

#fanfiction #adam warlock x reader #adam warlock #adam warlock x oc #guardians of the galaxy #guardians of the galaxy 3 #peter quill #mantis #fluff #adam warlock fluff #angst #adam warlock imagine #adam warlock fic #marvel #marvel fic #mcu #mcu fanfiction #adam warlock imagines #will poulter #will poulter fic

[techtalksfics]

Tech Support (Tech x Reader)

Summary: Tech meets the reader on Pabu and decides the best way to show he cares is by simply doing all the technical work the reader has lined up to do.

Author's Note: this is just based off of my interpretation of Tech. Hopefully it's okay. I'm thinking there may be a part two. You know, a little wine and dine, a little smut, a little bit of Echo. Who knows.

Warnings: None, this is just straight fluff. Couple of swear words, if you don't like those, well... tough luck. I swear.

Word Count: 7.2 K (oops, again)

You sat under the famous tree of Pabu and scratched the chalk calmly across the paper. You began furiously blending the contours of his face, his cheeks, his jaw, as you remembered them in your mind. But you had only seen him from a distance and currently, he was up in the sky teaching Omega how to fly. So no chance of sketching from a distance, as you'd previously done. The ship frantically swooped low in the sky, causing a sudden gust of wind to bustle around you, flipping the page of sketchbook slightly. You enjoyed the sensation as the hairs on your arm stood on end as the sudden cool chill swept over you. Your head hit the bark as the Marauder rushed past you, disappearing into the distance of the sparse clouds.

The sun shone wildly as it so often did on Pabu. A little piece of paradise that you were now grateful to call home. You raised your hand to cover your eyes as you watched the ship disappear.

As the Marauder span off into the distance and disappeared, your eyes immediately fell back down to your sketchpad, and you continued to work on his jaw line. You had to keep trying to recall his features from memory. You remembered the strong and sharp line of his jaw, the intensity of his large goggles neatly lined on his face; you remembered his soft brown eyes and indulgent yet thin lips. You tried to remember that soft smile you'd seen afforded to Omega and his brothers on occasion. You tried to remember everything you could as you sketched his face on the paper before you. But even after all the recollection, after all the trouble, time and toil of your work, you still weren't happy with it; something still wasn't quite right.

But you'd only ever seen him from a distance. So how could it possibly be truly accurate? You sighed, wishing you had the confidence to approach him. Introduce yourself. Tell him you admire him. That you thought he was handsome. That you had the confidence to invite him to dinner. But you didn't. So, you simply admired him from a distance, whenever you could. More often than not, this was when he was working on the Marauder. You could sit in this very spot and watch him intently as he worked. You chose moments where you knew he was enraptured in his work that he wouldn't notice your gaze. You knew how to choose those moments because you'd experienced them too. Those moments of total focus on technological development. Your enjoyment of art was not your only skill.

Suddenly, the Marauder swooped towards you, wings raised for landing. Clunking down with a solid thud, it landed.

Well, at least her landings are improving, you reasoned with yourself. Though you had noticed a number of people running from the landing sight. Probably a sensible solution, given her previous attempts.

Whilst you couldn’t muster the courage to speak with her brother, you’d become quite close to Omega. Her outgoing and courageous personality made it almost impossible not to know her and care for her. As the gangplank, you couldn’t stop your eyes from watching the entranceway. Your sketchpad fell limp in your fingers as you watched. Omega came bounding off, as she very often did. A wide grin spread across her face. Flying lessons were her favourite thing at the moment and based on the way she was flying, you could see why.

Then you waited. Waited for Tech to emerge and when he did, you couldn’t help but giggle. He stumbled slightly, hand reaching to fix his out of place goggles as he clung to the frame of the ship. You only ever saw him this undone when he had been flying with Omega. When his eyes drifted towards you, you looked down quickly and began stroking at the chalk on the page. Hopefully he hadn’t noticed you staring.

Unfortunately, in your panic at being caught, you hadn’t noticed Omega approaching you and when she burst out a ‘hello’, you jumped a mile out of your skin, throwing your sketching pad up in the air and it flew away from you. “Oh, sorry!” She said, as she reached sheepishly for your sketch pad.

Oh shit, you groaned inwardly. She held it in her hand for a moment as she looked intently at the drawing on the page.

“This is Tech,” she said as she looked at the drawing. All you could muster was a nod, dreading whatever question came next. But there wasn’t one. She simply said, “this is amazing! You’re really talented.” As she handed the sketchpad back to you, she asked, “have you met him yet? I didn’t think you knew each other.”

“We, uh, don’t know each other, no.” You mumbled quickly, “I just noticed him the other day and thought he had an interesting face.” An interesting face, seriously, you thought painfully, is that seriously the best you could come up with?

Well at least you'd made it seem like the fixation was recent.

That’s when you noticed it and your heart began thudding in your chest. Tech had spotted Omega with you and had decided to approach, to find out what had caused a sudden and loud yelp. Your palms began to sweat, your heart racing and your head fogged over. His walk was one of subtle confidence, to call it a strut would be perhaps too critical. But there was some slight power to the way his feet pushed him forward. But that certainly did not help the incoming chaos of your mind.

“You are improving Omega,” Tech said as he finally reached you. You noted that he did not appear to be a man who opened with empty platitudes or standard greetings. But you smiled at Omega who was beaming at the compliment. His opinion being one of high import in her young life.

“The landings are certainly less chaotic,” you suddenly said, not knowing where that confidence came from, and Tech suddenly let his eyes fall on you, a small smile on his lips at you comment. Sucking in a breath, you dared to push forward. “Your teaching must be excellent,” you offered.

“I believe you are correct in your assumption.” He factually stated. He observed you for a moment before thrusting his hand towards you, “I am Tech, I do not believe we have met.” Taking his hand in yours and gently shaking it, you threw out your name speedily, simply grateful when you didn’t stutter. When he pulled his hand back, he looked at his gloved hand and noticed a grey residue on his fingers. Lifting his hand closer to his face, he brushed his fingers together and then looked at you quizzically.

You grimaced.

“I’m so sorry,” you mumbled, “it’s just chalk.”

“Yes, I had gathered it would be something of the sort.”

“I should’ve wiped my hand off or something. I’m truly sorry.” You grimaced again as you looked at him with a crimson blush on your face. He simply smiled softly at you, the corners of his lifting gently.

“Think nothing of it. Chalk will simply rub off shortly. There are far worse substances to be covered in, plastoid, acertron, gammaplast. Just to name a few. ” As he continued to rub his fingers together, he asked, “what are you using the chalk for?” Omega had been quietly watching the interaction up until this point. Fascinated by how nervous Tech seemed to make you. She’d always known you to be fairly outgoing and fierce. All the stories you told her certainly suggested you were a truly fiery person. But suddenly, you’d become exceedingly quiet and Omega was convinced she knew why.

“She’s sketching,” Omega chimed in, and Tech’s eyebrows raised at the comment. “She’s very talented. Look at her drawing of you.”

Oh no, oh please no, you begged internally. As Omega grabbed the sketchpad from your loose grasp, she thrust it towards Tech to examine, before he could even utter a word, and examine it he did. Taking it into his hands, he analysed the drawing of his features.

“This demonstrates a high level of skill, from a quantifiable perspective at least,” he offered as he continued to stare at the drawing. Suddenly, his eyes drifted from the page and back to you, the deep brown of his eyes unnerved you, “may I ask why I am the subject of such scrutiny?”

“I suppose… I have looked at you a little from a distance.”

“May I ask why?” He quickly said. Omega’s head was whipping between the two of you as you spoke, trying to figure out what was happening.

“You…” you began the sentence and realised there was only one real ending to it, “I think you have an interesting face.” There. You’d said it. Hopefully that was enough. His eyebrows seemed to rise even further than before as you said that. But you couldn’t look at him now. So, your eyes fell towards the Marauder. You just needed something to focus on that could calm you down.

As your eyes remained fixated, you felt your sketchpad fall back into your hands. Tech had reached forward and placed it there. He secretly hoped that would bring the warm gaze of your topaz eyes back to him and he was glad when it did. He smiled once more and said, “you are very talented.”

Omega was beaming suddenly, a plan was forming in her mind. “You have to join us for dinner this evening,” she announced suddenly. “Shep would love to have you, you know that.”

“Yes,” Tech affirmed, looking at Omega, “I believe you are right, Omega. I believe that we would all certainly enjoy your company for dinner this evening.”

“O-okay,” was all you could muster as you clutched onto your sketchpad. You looked at Omega and sighed out a smile, “it would be lovely to have dinner with you all.” With that, your plans for the evening had been settled.

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Shep was certainly surprised to find out you had agreed to join them for dinner. It wasn’t that you were unsociable. No; it was simply that you usually dined with Romsan and Colanna, the other ‘tech’ fanatics and refugee friends of yours. As a trio, you would occasionally attend one of his dinners together. But alone? It had only happened once before, when you'd arrived. But he was certainly elated to have you join them. He always enjoyed inclusive dinners and was thrilled you felt welcomed enough to join them.

“Please make yourself at home,” he said to you as he noticed you awkwardly standing at the edge of the stone steps, “you know you’re always welcome here.” You deeply appreciated his encouragement. Your sorely beaten ego needed all the encouragement it could get. After you’d left Omega and Tech, you’d gone on to work on your attractor node. You’d been toiling away on it for months, with no success in resurrecting it from the damaged state it was in. What you hadn’t realised as you’d left for dinner was that your tool belt was still firmly around your waist.

That was the first thing Tech had noticed when you arrived. He noticed that you wore an emerald dress of a georgette looking fabric, with an exceedingly out of place and clunky tool belt around your waist. So, you’d clearly dressed for the dinner but had also been working prior to your arrival. He also took quick note of the device in your hand and presumed that the device in question was what you had been working on. Recognising certain mechanisms, his mind worked to determine its purpose.

You’d noticed Tech staring at you as you walked nervously around the table, suddenly realising why as your hands came to your waist. You quickly opted to remove the belt and place it across the wall behind the dinner table. This allowed your dress to cascade more elegantly around your body and Tech couldn’t help but notice this. He enjoyed the way your dress stirred gently against the soft breeze. Green was certainly a colour that suited you.

As dinner was served, you took a seat and found yourself seated next to Tech and you whole heartedly believe this to be the work of Omega. Course after course was served and you picked delicately at the food, not wanting to overindulge on Shep’s kindness. You made idle conversation with Wrecker about the quality of the food and with Hunter about the works going on in lower Pabu. You even chatted with Omega about her improved flying skills.

But you couldn’t muster the courage to speak to Tech and this disappointed him. You had been introduced so your reason for avoiding his gaze and conversation baffled him somewhat. He believed that of all the companions at the table, you would be able to speak to him as it appeared you may have more in common than he had originally thought.

As everyone found themselves full and content, your fingers couldn't help but drift towards the attractor node that you just couldn't seem to put down. You reached for a tool from your belt, strewn on the wall behind you, and began fiddling with the broken trigger button.

"What's that?" Omega asked as you fiddled with the heavy device that you'd lifted into your lap. You grabbed the hydrospanner from the belt behind you and began tightening a nodule. You sighed as you put the spanner down on the table, realising you truly were getting nowhere with this device. What you hadn't noticed, was that Tech had been watching you the entire time you'd be working. "It's a modified attractor node," you eventually replied, flickering your eyes towards Omega. Dinner conversation had dwindled a bit as a continued, "it simulates a gravitational pull at the same strength as the ones found in shuttle bays... or it would, if I could get it to work."

“I could fix that,” Tech announced from the seat beside you. He’d been watching you tinker away for some time, longer than he probably should’ve. But he admired watching your expertise at work. He didn’t realise that his staring hadn’t gone unnoticed by his brothers. Tech reached over and took the device from your hands. You felt the warmth of his gloved hand glide over yours as he took it securely from you. Before you could even begin to protest, Tech had taken a tool from his belt and began to work. “This device is exceedingly impressive. I wonder who designed such a miniature version of an Imperial attractor node. It is an impressive idea.”

“That would be me,” you offered up sheepishly, and Tech’s eyes snapped up to you as you spoke. He looked somewhat shocked. "It was an idea I had when the Empire rose." Not much of an explanation you realised.

“My compliments to the architect of an ingenious device. I had made the assumption that Phee had found this for you,” he explained as he continued to work. You’d both clearly disregarded the purpose of a ‘family’ dinner and focused solely on the device. Idle chatter quickly picked up around you. You watched Tech work, absolutely in awe of his skill and ability. He began taking parts of the device off and you frowned instinctively. As you went to protest that he was making it worse he simply looked up at you through the edge of his goggles, his face still down, and stated, “it needs inner configuration. I have taken the part off carefully. It is fine.” As he took off another part, he asked, “what truly lead to the creation of this device?”

“I worked for a clandestine operation briefly after the fall of the Jedi, it was useful in trapping Imperial ships. The size of this device was crucial for that, but…” you voice drifted off as you remembered the pain of the fateful night you fled, with a sigh you said, “it was damaged after we were found out.” The dinner fell eerily silent at that comment. A shared understanding of the pain caused by the Empire was apparent.

“Found out?” He probed without looking up.

“Yes. They slaughtered my friends, I… well, I barely managed to escape.” You scratched at your neck slightly, “that’s how I ended up here. The device was damaged during my escape.” With those words, Tech stopped working. Something he wasn’t prone to doing. When he looked at you, you swore you could almost see sympathy in the depths of his brown eyes. You were trying your absolute best to hold back the tears for your fallen friends.

“I am sorry about your friends,” he said, a small frown decorating his lips.

“It’s fine. I have a good home now,” you picked up your drink and raised it towards Shep, “I have a family, thanks to the good people of Pabu.” Tech’s eyes drifted between you and Shep before simply continuing with his work. He had the sudden urge to ensure this device became operational. It seemed important to you. Though why that thought motivated him, he didn’t quite know. Suddenly, your topaz eyes became fixated on his nimble fingers as he worked on the device. You took a sip of your drink, eyes remaining pinned on Tech. You didn’t notice the small smirk shared between Hunter and Wrecker as you watched.

“She is instrumental to the repairs of electronics on this island, limited though they may be,” Shep affirmed as he grinned at you. Tech’s eyes suddenly snapped up to you and he seemed to simply be evaluating you. You blushed under his intense scrutiny.

Is this how he felt when he found out I had been sketching him? You couldn’t help but wonder this as he stared at you. You decided a change of conversation was needed.

The reality of his thoughts were perhaps a little simpler than what you'd imagine. When he had discovered you sketching, he had assumed you were simply an artist. Not any kind of expert in electronics or mechanics and now it appeared, you were certainly an expert in both.

“I will be looking at those mechanisms for the ladder tomorrow, as promised Shep,” you confirmed with a nod. Tech drifted back to his previous attentions – your device.

“There is no rush, my dear girl.” He retorted gently as he reached for his glass. He looked between you and Tech and noticed a hidden spark that he had not expected. “And don’t forget to continue with your sketching. Your representations of our community are truly commendable. Not to mention beautiful.”

“Thank you, Shep,” you responded with a grin, “you know how much peace I find in my art.”

“I do, my dear girl.” He loved to call you that. He was like a father to you in so many ways and he very often liked to remind you of that. You weren’t sure if Tech had even been paying attention to the conversation happening around him.

But Tech had been listening intently whilst he worked. He found it fascinating that you found peace in your art. There were very few who delved into both words. He found himself thinking that you deserved as much peace as you could get after what you had been through.

As the sun finished setting, Tech looked up at you and thrust the device back towards you. “That should work within its standard parameters now,” he affirmed as you took hold of it, examining his work. “But I would not recommend activating the device at the dinner table.” A joke? Your mind boggled at the concept, but you couldn’t help but flutter out a giggle. Tech simply adjusted his goggles and forced his eyes to focus on the food before him. As you observed him a little longer, you noticed a light pink dusting on his cheeks. That couldn’t be because I giggled at his comment, you thought, could it?

“I can’t believe you fixed it.” You spoke softly and Tech eyes drifted back toward you.

“You’re surprised?” He queried softly, with a faintly and probably accidentally cocky undertone.

“More grateful than surprised.” He looked perturbed at the comment and even more so when you raised yourself from seat just enough to lean over and place your arms around his neck, pulling him into a hug. “Thank you, Tech,” you whispered into his ear as you embraced him. Unsure of what to do, he simply placed an awkward arm about your back and waited for you to pull away. Whilst he was waiting for it to end, he realised that he also very much enjoyed the warmth of your body around his. He liked the feeling of your dress brushing against his thigh.

“You are most welcome.” You smiled. “Should you need assistance with any other works, I would be more than capable of helping.”

“I have no doubt about that, Tech.”

As the evening wore on and the drinks flowed freely, you told the full and unabridged tale of how you came to Pabu. You explained your previous work on Coruscant, in the Jedi Temple archives. A role you had always been thrilled to hold. You also explained that you sketched and painted on the side wherever you could. That it brought you a sort of inner peace. You explained how you’d become involved in the clandestine operation to save Jedi and clones where you could and how it had crumbled around you. You explained that you’d watched the Temple burn, how you’d hidden in the archives but when you were found, you had been spared. Order 66 didn’t apply to terrified librarians as it turned out. 

“When the world crumbled around me, I did what I could to help and when I couldn’t do it anymore…well I landed here, and they took me in. I owe these people everything.” With a smile, you explained, “now I help with repairs wherever needed, keeps me busy and when I’m free I draw whatever I want as much as I want. Until I got to Pabu, I never knew what it meant to be truly free.” There was sense of understanding washing across the table as you spoke. It was the most any of them had heard you say. Especially Tech. He was surprised by your entire story and enamoured by your bravery. He wished he’d known you sooner. He’d been here for several rotations and had only noticed you as a shadowy figure in the distance of his mind.  Finally, as the silence felt too much, “life here is pretty perfect.”

 “You’d like Echo,” Omega replied, “he’s out there fighting for clones too.” You smiled and silently prayed that their dear friend was safe.

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The next day, you awoke with a groan. The sun was already high in the sky, the scorching sun filled your cabin with a heated greeting. The wine you had drunk copious amounts of the previous night swam violently around your head, causing you to moan. You really must learn to drink a little less at dinner. You were getting too old for that. Stretching out your tired limbs, you dressed yourself in a linen shirt and cargo pants, fixing your belt around you.

You were already very late in starting your day and remained full from the previous evenings dinner. With that in mind, you stumbled out the door and made your way towards the broken ladder mechanisms. When you arrived, however, you found Tech already evaluating and fixing the modules.

When he saw you approach, he turned to you and offered you a good morning before immediately returning to his work. You simply stood there, sheepishly, watching him work. After a moment, he stood up straight and tested out the mechanism. You weren't surprised to find that it was now working.

Damn it, you thought, Shep’s guests doing my work. You couldn’t help but feel a little ashamed.

“You didn’t need to do that Tech,” you mumbled as you approached him. He peered over the edge at the ladder. When he felt your shadow gloss over him, he turned to you slightly and simply stated, “I was already here and thought I could lend a hand. It was truly no trouble. I stopped by your hut earlier and you seemed to be enjoying a restful morning. I did not wish to disturb it.”

“Are they both operational now?” You queried. When he nodded, you gave a contented sigh. That was one less thing to fix. “Thank you, Tech.” You couldn't help but reach up and throw your arms around his neck. You couldn't seem to help yourself. Unlike the awkwardness of the night before, this time you felt his hands come to rest on the small of your back and you hugged him.

“You are welcome.” He adjusted his goggles and simply looked at you, a pink blush rising on his cheeks and neck. “I did inform you that I was more than able to aid in the repairs.” When you smiled gently at him, Tech’s chest tightened inexplicably, and he did not understand why. He would analyse his bodily reactions later on when he had a moment to spare, he decided.

“Well, I guess this gives me more time to draw this afternoon.” You joked, scratching at the back of your neck awkwardly.

"I thought it might," he replied, somewhat quickly, "I have some ideas for further modifications for the Marauder." He only said this to try and relieve the tension of his previous comment.

“Would you like any help?” You offered.

“No, thank you. It should not take me long. Enjoy your sketching.” He said with a gentle smile. Then, suddenly, Tech retreated towards Upper Pabu and towards the Marauder, leaving you standing awkwardly by the finished work.

Shep appeared as you watched Tech walk off into the distance. You didn’t notice him until he clapped you on the shoulder. “They look fixed. Another good job as always,” he said cheerily. Your fingers nervously played with the auburn hair which was loosely falling around your shoulders.

“You can thank Tech,” you responded. “He’s the one who fixed them.”

“It is good that our new friends are helping out,” he responded as he looked out over Pabu. “They are becoming exceedingly valuable to this community. I am glad you have found a friend in their midst."

“Y-yes,” you stuttered as you forced your eyes away from the empty space that Tech had left, “yes I suppose he is a sort of friend now, isn't he?” Shep rested his hand on your shoulder, before patting it slightly and making his way down towards the wreckage that was still present in lower Pabu.

For a moment, you simply stood there, frozen in spot... wondering how it had come to this. Tech support, as you would now call it. Bizarre, you thought.

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The next day, you’d woken up early to aid in fixing the mechanisms of one of the docking systems. You knew Wrecker and Shep needed it sorted as soon as possible. They'd let you know the work was needed the night before as you'd walked past the Marauder whilst heading to your favourite sketching spot. You'd notice Tech sitting in the entrance of the Marauder tinkering away. You were sure he hadn't been listening this time. Surely, your idle chit chat would be of little interest to him.

So, you’d awoken once again, very much in the same way you had the day before, and headed straight down to the docks. You often skipped breakfast when there were works needed.

When you arrived, you found Tech high up on a ladder, fixing the mechanism that Shep had asked you to attend to.

“Good morning Tech,” you said cheerily as you approached, “I wasn’t aware that they’d asked you to help with this too.”

“Ah,” he said looking down from his work, “good morning.” When your name fell from his lips, you realised you loved the very tone in which he said it. It was both soft and heated as it fell from his lips. A stunning pronunciation of an unimportant facet of your life. Whilst you pondered your interest in the way your name had fallen from his lips, he had climbed down the ladder. His towering height meant his gaze fell downwards towards you. “They did not ask me to help. But I overheard your conversation with Shep. I thought I could be of some assistance in fixing this mechanism.”

“Please,” you started carefully, “allow me to help finish the work. I was tasked with it after all and I am sure you have far more important work that you could be doing.”

“No need,” he stated so simply that you were perturbed. “It is almost fixed, I simply need to make one more adjustment and it should be operational. I can continue with my own works shortly.” He adjusted his goggles and admired you. Although you didn't know that's what he was doing. He simply looked you up and down with a scrutinising stare. You'd put on a black sundress, due to the heat, but still had your tool belt about your waist. Suddenly he spluttered, "you look very pretty today."

You blushed heavily at that. Your hands idly reached for the fabric of your dress.

"Oh, um, thank you!" That was all you could muster in response.

“Well, I will go and find something else to do. I am sure there is plenty more that needs fixing.” You affirmed, finding the positive in the very confusing situation you found yourself in. “Thank you, Tech.” You went to turn, but realised he was still staring at you, almost expectantly. But perhaps that was wishful thinking in your head.

Regardless and with a small smile on your face, you reached up and gave him a quick hug. Arms around his neck and his hands just above your waist. When you pulled back he was pink in the cheeks again and you relished in the sight.

“It is my pleasure," he finally said as you began to pull away, "perhaps you could sketch some more this afternoon, now that your time will be free?” He suggested as he began to climb the ladder once more.

“Y-yeah, maybe I could.” What a wonderful thought, you realised. Less work, more pleasure.

As you walked away, you found yourself sitting on the stone steps that led to the docks, simply watching Tech work. You sighed as you placed your hands over your knees and leant your weight into your legs. It was also a new pleasure of yours to simply watch the man work.

“He likes fixing things,” Hunter said, making you jump. He had silently approached, after watching the situation unfold, a small smile on his lips. When you'd sat down, he wanted to make his presence known.

"I can tell," you replied airily.

“And I think, these days, he likes helping you particularly.” He added smugly, crossing his arms as he leant on the wall beside you, his head tilted in your direction. The smug smile made you react with a start, almost causing palpitations.

“What do you mean,” you queried, disconcerted by his train of thought.

“Tech likes to be helpful. He’s active in his affection. Not so much with the words but with the things that can help, make life easier, and recently, he seems intent in helping you.” He adjusted slightly on the wall as his gaze fell towards the chaotic sight of Wrecker chasing Omega around the dock. Those two were the happiest he had seen in so many rotations.

“I have no idea what you’re getting at,” you said, leaning into your legs once more, staring down into the docks. Omega had stopped at Tech's beckoning call and she handed him a different tool but from this distance, you couldn’t see what it was. You could probably guess but there was no way to be certain.

“Just know this, Tech is always helpful. But sometimes, he will actively try to be helpful. He does it when he cares and he cannot express things the way everyone else does.” You felt Hunter’s hand gently squeeze your shoulder. "If you want him to express that he cares in some other way, you'll have to draw it out of him..." his voice trailed off and his eyes narrowed somewhat, "and it'll be like drawing blood from a stone."

After that, he simply disappeared. You sat there for a moment pondering his words but couldn’t fathom exactly what he was trying to tell you. Was he telling you that Tech liked you? Was he telling you to make a move? You truly couldn't tell what was happening there. But you'd certainly be mulling over his words incessantly.

Shaking your head, you reached into the pocket on your trousers and pulled out your sketchpad. Grabbing the loose chalk from a different pocket, you began to sketch the sight before you. This time, you knew the faces of everyone in front of you. You simply began to draw the wonder of the new members of the community fixing up the dock, paying particular attention to sketching Tech stretching up on the ladder to fix the mechanism. In fact, that image brimmed to the edges of the page. You smiled as you watched them work in the midday sun.

Perhaps having a helper wasn’t so bad after all.

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About a week later and numerous Tech support encounters later, you knew you had to begin working on the electrics in the lower Pabu. You were aware that this project was the most extensive you’d been tasked with. You set out with a sense of purpose and in that, you found tranquillity. But you were also aware that the likelihood of finding Tech already working there were incredibly high.

Walking by Hunter and Omega, you gave them a fond hello as you made your way down the staircases towards the lower huts of Pabu. When you arrived at the starting point, you found Tech already working on the wiring in the hut. You sighed as you saw him.

“Good morning,” he offered without looking up. He simply felt your presence at the door. “I have begun wiring the lights for this hut, it was heavily damaged. But I believe it to be easily salvageable.”

“I agree,” you responded cautiously, “that was why I had intended to start with this hut.” After he offered no response, you decided to finally ask the question burning in the back of your chaotic mind, "Tech, do you think I'm bad at my job?" His head flipped up suddenly, almost banging on the console that was only slightly above him.

"Not at all," he replied quickly, "I think you are highly proficient. Admirable, in fact."

"Then why are you doing all of my work?"

“I have the situation in hand,” he responded haphazardly, from under the panel. “You said that you found peace in your sketching. That you enjoyed it profusely. I was simply trying to afford you the time to do that.” You sucked in a breath. This conversation was not going the way you thought it would have.

 “Please Tech,” you begged, “let me help, at least a little. So I don’t feel completely useless.” He paused his ministrations for a moment and observed the pained expression on your face. “That was never my intent,” he finally said and as he adjusted his slightly wonky goggles he sat fully upright after pulling himself out from under the console. "I..." He began, looking at you, "I apologise if I have overstepped. I just wanted to offer you my assistance."

Then everything clicked into place. Hunter’s gentle nudge about Tech’s ‘forms of affection’. All of the hard work he had been doing. Putting his own projects on hold. All the work he had been doing. Omega’s curious interest in introducing the two of you. “You did all of this for me? So I could do something that brings me peace?"

“I suppose on some, I am doing it for the people of Pabu,” he afforded you a soft smile, a rare sight of his gentle lips, “but yes, I have been doing this for your benefit. I wanted to afford you the time to truly feel at peace with your sketching. I believe that was how you described it.” As he leaned back down suddenly, to hide his blushing cheeks, you couldn’t help but reach out your arm and place it on his elbow. Almost willing him to look at you. When he paused and stared at your arm, you softly whispered his name. Instinctually, he moved out from under the console and looked at you sheepishly.

You took that moment as your chance. You reached in and placed your lips to his cheek. The softness of lips on his skin lit his whole body on fire. He couldn’t avoid a slight jump at the contact but as your face lingered near his, he reached in and rested his forehead to the side of your head awkwardly. “Thank you, Tech,” you whispered softly. This was a step further than the odd friendly hugs you'd shared.

The somewhat amorous response you had towards him made his heart soar. Eventually, you pulled away from one another. You took the spanner from his hand and leaned down to continue the works, with a smile he couldn’t see, you simply said, “but I’m still going to help you. Because I enjoy this too.”

For a moment, Tech remained upright and simply thought about the contact, the gentle brush of your lips on his cheek. His mind was racing, he could feel his heart thumping in his chest. Steadying himself, he simply lay his body next to yours. Your body connected to his at the arm as he began working again. He could feel the warmth of your body, the feeling of your hip pressed against his and he suddenly dropped the tool in his hand.

You asked if he was okay as a result.

“I am fine,” he responded almost too quickly, before adding, “thank you.” You smiled at him under the console, before continuing with your ministrations. He retrieved the tool and began working beside you. He suddenly realised how well you worked together.

That day, you and Tech simply worked alongside one another. Solving problem after problem and you both loved the feeling of being understood by another.

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“You know you don’t have to help me with everything, you know,” you told Tech one evening as you stood together looking over Pabu.

“I do not mind. My proficiency in technical repairs is certainly beneficial for efficiency.” You stated so calmly that you couldn’t help but giggle a little.

“I don’t doubt that Tech,” you said, placing your hand on his bicep, “I appreciate you helping me. But you have Omega’s flying to worry about.”

“I am capable of instructing her,” he paused to look at your hand on his arm, it almost made him shiver when you didn’t let go. After a moment he finished his thought, “and helping you.”

“I just mean,” you sighed as you tried to find the right words, “if you wanted to spend time with me, without repairing things, that would be fine with me too.”

“What about your sketching?” He queried as he turned suddenly to face you directly, “I do not wish to distract you from that.”

Pulling out your sketchbook, you handed it to him. “Take a look,” you mumbled softly, feeling your cheeks heat slightly. He blushingly took hold of your sketchpad and opened it. The early pages were sketches of Pabu, of Shep, of the damage, of Phee and her treasures. He smiled at that, he had come to care for Phee. He was glad you cared for her too.

When he continued to turn the pages, his face suddenly became oddly nervous. There was the sketch of him he had already seen but when he continued he found the sketches were of him fixing the mechanism at the dockyard, him at that first dinner when they’d met. They were all of him. All you had drawn in recent rotations was him. Him. Him. Him.

“I am grateful that wanted to grant me time to find peace in my drawing,” you affirmed. “But…” your voice drifted off. In a sudden burst of confidence, you placed your hand over his as he grasped your sketchbook tightly. You reached to close it and place it back in your pocket. Tech stood extremely still, simply studying your face as he tried to understand your sketches. “I have found peace in spending time with you. I have found peace in you.”

Tech smiled at that and it was more than a slight upturn of his lips. It was a full smile, one you had never seen before. “You don’t need to fix things for me to notice you, Tech.”

With a sigh, you finally said, “if I am wrong, and all of this, was just kindness then, I apologise. But I feel like you are trying to show me you care.” There was suddenly a silence between you as Tech tried to find the words to express what his actions had shown.

“You would be correct.” He finally said. “I was trying to make you happy. I… I did not know that my company alone would be sufficient.”

Placing your hand on his cheek, you said, “your company is much more than sufficient, Tech. Perhaps I could invite you to dinner? This time without the others?” You suggested, hope tinted in your voice.

“I think I rather like that idea,” he said, resting his face in your palm. When you pulled away and looked out over the ocean view, Tech simply mimicked your movement. The sun was beginning to set and the pink hue over the sky rippled over the day and as night fell, you found yourself placing your head on Tech’s shoulder.

And Tech found that he didn’t mind the feeling over your body so close to his.

“Tech,” you whispered, when he hummed slightly in response, eyes still watching the setting sun, “I could still need help wiring up the electrics in all of the houses.”

“I hope you did not expect my aid to stop simply because we have arranged a dinner rendezvous?” He joked softly and when you giggled, he feel the gentle shake of your body against his.

He knew he liked Pabu. But this unexpected gift certainly gave him one more cause to want to stay.

You didn't want to rush him. But when you lifted your head and he turned immediately to look down at you, missing the contact, you placed your hand on his cheek one more. "Please allow me to thank you for your support, properly." He looked as if he was about to ruin the chance, so you quickly reached up your toes and pressed your lips to his.

He grunted at the suddenness and unexpected nature of your movement. But quickly, his fingers were digging into your waist as you kissed him gently. Your whole body alight as the Force wove your paths inextricably together... all of this through the first kiss you had shared with this incredibly intelligent clone.

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Part Two (AKA my fix to Ep 16)

#tech x reader #tech bad batch x reader #tech bb #reader insert #pabu #bad batch #hunter #wrecker #omega #shep bb

[httyddragonfox]

Proof of Sexuality

I've noticed something quite recently (I know, I'm an idiot), but to display someone's sexuality, you usually need some form of proof.

Let us look at two liberal displays of the LGBTQA+: Hellaverse and The Owl House.

To display that Luz was bisexual she displayed interest in both boys and girls, Eda talked about ex-boyfriends and has an old flame in a trans/non-binary person. Other than that we have word of god for the unclear stuff.

In Hellaverse (Hazbin hotel and Helluva boss) we have Moxxie who is married to a woman and has an ex-boyfriend, Blitz is interested in both Moxxie and Millie, having sexual relationships with a man, a childhood guy friend he had a crush on, and an ex-girlfriend. Someone in Hazbin declared Alastor as Ace and he has no interest in sexual relations, and Charlie is a relationship with Vaggie as well as the fact she has an ex-boyfriend.

Why haven't I mentioned Amity and Angeldust, it's because they're freaking obvious. The proof of homosexuals is just not showing interest in the other gender.

When it comes to hetero or homo-sexuals, the identity can be seen very early: Straight is pretty normal and Homosexuals only get crushes on their gender.

When it comes to all the other sexualities that identity gets identified in the teenage and early adult years. Here are a few personal examples:

Asexuality is a distinct lack of proof of striaghtness: For me, it was not understanding the whole sexual feelings thing, and then realizing normal people actually have that. That I discovered in early university.

For Bi-sexuality or Pan-sexuality (very similar) you need proof of liking the other gender or more than one: My friend discovered she was Bi after high-school. I asked her how she knew (She was dating a man who she eventually married, she dated boys in the past), technically I asked her if she was attracted to any girls. She said she found one girl attractive, so I took her word for it.

A classmate I knew of complained on how she wasn't allowed to be gay, but she ended up having a baby and dating guys. I think maybe she didn't know bi was a thing.

As for my grey romanticism: I've had only a few (three) genuine crushes in my life whilst my sister had enough crushes to count with two hands.

In fiction: homosexuals are obvious (only interest in one gender), bisexuals need proof (attraction or exes), other than that you're straight.

Asexuals are hard to label, usually it requires Word of God. Lillith is Aroace, because she never gets a partner and Dana said so, but without Word of God, we don't know she's ace, she might just be married to her work. Alastor is AroAce according to Word of God. Before episode seven of Hazbin Hotel that's all we had, and his distinct lack of sexual interest. That didn't stop the shippers who said, "he might not like sex, but romance isn't off the table." Those who didn't hear word of god must be thinking, "He might not like sex, but he'll do it with the one he loves." In episode seven, Rosie specifically calls him an "Ace in the hole," joking about a relationship with Charlie. So that would mean that sex and romance are off the table, but "she just said ace, not Aro." Word of God, you can't stop the shippers.

Another Word of God instance is Hunter and Willow's sexulaities ("Hunter is Bi and Willow is Pan"). Hunter has only liked one person in his life, and that's Willow, we don't have proof on screen that he had interest in other genders. Willow ever only showed interest in Hunter in the show (Maybe Luz, that's up for debate). People are upset that there is no proof of their Word of God sexualities in the show, because it looks like a straight ship and Dana's placating. Meanwhile, some people are happy with the LGBTQA ship that looks straight because those exist. Others wish to ship their homo ships, others wish to ship Lunter (even though when they met she already had interest in Amity), and other people complain that Huntlow is forced together just to have a straight ship and pair the spares and all their other complaints.

Without the proof of Hunter and Willow liking other genders, they might as well be straight, and that makes people upset. Fanfic writers try to remedy this by writing instances where they realize they like more than one gender, but that just goes to show...

In order to identify as this sexuality, you need the proof of liking what they dictate, or people won't believe the claims.

#analysis #sexuality #lgbtqa+ #hazbin hotel #charlie morningstar #the owl house #luz noceda #vaggie #angel dust #amity blight #hazbin alastor #eda clawthorne #toh hunter #willow toh #bisexuality #homosexual #heterosexual #pansexual #hunter is bi #willow is pan #word of god #dana terrace #vivziepop #lillith clawthorne #homo shipping #huntlow

[rockybloo]

Ur honestly brave asf for that recent post because people can get really nasty about that type of discourse, and you spoke nothing but facts. i wish you nothing but peace and hopefully people can learn how easy it is to simply block and move on instead of making a big stink about content they don’t vibe with.

For context for the people who might not know

Thank you!

And, like I said, the older I get and the more I witness the internet and the world itself change, the more I just...feel no desire to get into drama around fictional content.

HELL--I don't even get into fandoms anymore. I just like what I like and keep to myself because I get easily annoyed with surface level fandom drama like people disagreeing with ships for the smallest of reasons when the two pairs of characters people are fighting with AIN'T EVER EVEN CANON IN THE SOURCE MATERIAL!

THE WAY I SEE IT--The internet is a series of tubes (at the bottom of the ocean that occasionally is nibbled on by sharks and other marine life) and is contained in boxes on people's desks.

Working a job where I interact with actual people on a daily and not pfps with usernames has put into perspective how dumb a lot of internet discourse really is and I always feel some typa envy for the regular person who is just vibin' unaware of the digital fuckery.

The longer I've been around, the less free time I have as well. So these small little gaps when I don't gotta work or sleep, I try to take advantage of and treat myself, often with my own OCs.

I think the proper word to use for how I feel about the internet is "jaded". I now understand the power of touching grass. The world is a big and wonderful place where the average human will not care I made a 30 tweet long thread about someone. Or that I tweet at all!

And what sucks is that saying the simple phrase "I do not care about online discourse about fictional media" will cause a buncha people to immediately go "WELL WHAT IF SOMEONE IS DRAWING INCEST OR UNDERAGE OR NONCON DOES THAT MEAN YOU DON'T CARE ABOUT THAT" because the internet LOVES some extremes.

And, as I've stated before, I don't fuck with fuck shit. And those things I just stated are fuck shit. Just because I am not constantly making posts upon posts about people creating that content DOESN'T MEAN I support or condone it. I block people who create that stuff. The law and higher forces will handle 'em where it's fit. I don't need the stress in my life of dogging on someone constantly to try and get them to stop doing weird fictional stuff because I know, FOR A FACT, they will not stop and I am wastin' my time. I have seen it so many times where people that get outted as weirdos do not change. Some actually celebrate their "cancellations"

I've seen so many people who spend their time online trying to be a "hero" and cancel the weirdos of fiction only for it to come out that they themselves are some other type of weird and, because their squeaky clean image they've tried so hard to maintain is ruined, they bail out. Or they will get overwhelmed with the stress or all the drama and stop posting. Or some other "bad end".

When you constantly try to portray yourself as having higher moral standing, you keep making that pedestal you accidentally are placing yourself on higher and higher so it eventually becomes unstable and topples over from even the smallest mistake you made because the internet ain't loyal. Supporters can become "I KNEW THEY WERE A WEIRDO" in less than 3 hours.

The only good I see in making a post about someone being a weirdo is that it alerts other people who might not know so they can unfollow. And even then, I have made it a task for myself where I read all of a post I can so I can craft my own opinions on someone since things have gotten to a point where if you don't gotta be making genuinely fucked up content to be seen as bad.

Humans are messy creatures and the internet is a messy place. And I wasn't placed on this planet to try to clean up either of those things. All I gotta do is stay black and die...and draw my OCs, of course.

#ask #this was a long post but my ass tired fr

[throwaway-yandere]

His Adorable Pen Pal (Yandere!Thoma/Reader)

a/n: thoma is my 16th max friendship lvl character and i really like his vibes. personally, yan!thoma is hard to pull off. Thoma's such a green flag, if this was an otome isekai he'd definitely be the 2nd male lead LMAO– ((and yee, there are some very smol references from past works, they're not important theyre just iykyk moments)). this took longer cause i wrote diluc's part at the same time to try to get the story feel more connected. also, @kardi76 im so sorry please tell me you slept ;;-;; cause there is no closure (lololol).

gn!reader

a pretty reliable synopsis: thoma would do anything to meet you... (so please don't screw it up).

Cw: yandere!thoma. (Thoma is not self-aware that he's yan and thats the best part--) Implied yan!childe and diluc (soldier & king)

Parts:

Soldier, Poet (You are here), King

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If you asked (Y/n) (L/n) who "Fixer" was, they would tell you that he's one of the few people who could understand them deeply.

If you asked (Y/n) (L/n) who Thoma was, well, the best response someone could get from them is "Hmm... I guess the name sounds familiar," followed by "ah, so that's who he is. Okay then."

The two of you have been penpals for almost five years, but neither of you revealed your real names. You addressed him as "Fixer" (a pen name Kamisato Ayato had relentlessly recommended), and he responded to your calls as "Levi" (short for the infamous Lunar Leviathan sea legend). This is not due to the lack of courage or trust, but because you mutually agreed that it would add more mystery and thrill to your inevitable first meeting.

But one of you lied.

Thoma knew exactly what your name was. He knew your height, eye color, family, and a number of other personal facts that a regular housekeeper would not have had the opportunity to learn so readily. Earning your private information was his quota with Lord Kamisato for helping him "burn a few stray leaves", but the given information wasn't the most important findings of their investigation, no.

It was the revelation that (Y/n) (L/n), rather, YOU were his first love.

Thoma would happily take up any attractive label that fit his romanticized viewpoint, be it infatuation or puppy love. You were the kid he frequently spent time with within the Mondstadt public library. Granted, you both often took seats two chairs apart from one another, but the sticky notes passed along the table did not make the distance feel too far. You were each other's confidants. You both didn't belong anywhere and Thoma was bound to catch a teeny weenie crush on you.

It's no secret that Thoma is a hopeless romantic. He believes in his lucky omamori and fortune slips, hence it's not a huge stretch that he believes in soulmates too. No one in the Kamisato Estate was surprised when he preached that it is fate that bonded you two together. Lord Kamisato incessantly teased him for it, but Thoma was none the wiser. He thought that Ayato's remarks about being whipped were a compliment and that only made everyone more keenly aware that he was absolutely smitten. 

Thoma was ultimately determined to reunite with you once more. The two of you lay on the same bed but with different dreams, and Thoma wished otherwise. He wanted to demonstrate to you that, if a "failure" like him could win the hearts of the Inazuman populace, then Mondstadt could also respect you and your adorable eccentricities.

But that won't be an easy feat.

The journey to Liyue was perilous, but it was nothing compared to his first trip to Inazuma. It was a bit funny how most of the ships to Liyue were suspended. Luckily, Thoma never lost hope. He and Captain Beidou came to an agreement whereby she would allow him to board the Alcor in exchange for a thorough cleanup. And hey, when it comes to housework, he's almost as passionate as Beidou's need to see the Tianquan, so it was a true non-zero-sum game.

Going from Liyue to Mondstadt was quite a chore as well. Some mora is better than no mora, and that was his way of coping after dishing out 900 mora to pay a guide and his spouse to help him out. The guide never shuts up. He kept talking about a drunkard friend from Mondstadt while his spouse graciously tried to focus on Thoma's needs. His spouse was clearly forced to marry the man under a contract. The Mondstadter prayed that your future marriage is far from theirs. Thoma's patient, but he doesn't think you can handle hearing about osmanthus wine, or in his case, housekeeping, for the rest of your married life. (The spouse can prepare some delectable seafood, though.)

Thoma considered whether his determination to meet you again was being tested by cleaning the entire ship and listening to an old couple bicker 24/7. At least he's in Mondstadt now, right?

"Excuse me, miss. Do you know where Mx. (Y/n) (L/n) is?"

Thoma was very amazed by the souvenir shop owner's ability to hear him over the talk of other tourists and the clacking of hooves that returned knights from a prolonged expedition. The town square is adorned with proud flags and colorful banners that symbolized the KoF's triumphant return, which meant the grandmaster is home as well.

Since Varka is here then that means--

"Ahh, (Y/n)?" Marjorie tapped her bottom lip. "That ungrateful kid isn't here. They didn't even bother to welcome their cousin home. They're probably sulking elsewhere."

Thoma flinched.

"Excuse me?"

"What's wrong? You do know what kind of person (Y/n) is, right?" Marjorie said nonchalantly.

"I mean, what did you expect? They're a disappointment to the Imunlaukr Clan, so it's only natural that they would shy away from celebrations like this. It's for the best, no one wants a weirdo around to spoil the festival."

His eyes darkened. Thoma's entire focus was on Marjorie now, and he didn't hear a teary-eyed person running for the stairs.

"How do you have the guts to say that about someone?"

Marjorie raised an eyebrow.

"But it's the truth–"

"Just how much do you know about (Y/n)?" Thoma gritted his teeth.

"Have you talked to them before? Have you taken them out for lunch? Do you know how they feel when people talk about them like that? Do you know how hard they worked to please everyone?"

At this point, the noise from the crowd began to simmer down as they tried to eavesdrop on this confrontation. Thoma subconsciously towered above Marjorie, and his hand slammed the door beside her.

His dull green eyes leered deep into her soul.

"N-No?"

"Then you should watch what you say, Miss."

The scent of embers wafted in the air.

Thoma didn't notice it was his own doing until Marjorie screamed. His conscience was stirred by her horrified eyes, and he quickly pushed away.

Heat radiated throughout the shop and Marjorie's arm, but fortunately, it wasn't enough to cause blisters and unbearable pain.

"O-Oh I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to come off that strong!" Thoma rambled on, fearing that he may have crossed the line. He felt multiple stares drilling the back of his head, and that solidified how wary the crowd was. "I'm just saying you should be careful what you say next time! You never know if you're hurting someone already."

Thoma's not the villain here. He's just teaching her a valuable lesson, that's all.

"R-right..." Marjorie whimpered. Her sleeves were nearly burnt to crisp and Thoma's heart dropped at the thought of additional expenses. Still, he's not above paying the price. 

"I'm r-really sorry for the damages!" He blurted out. "I'll pay you back, how much?"

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Some mora is better than no mora, sure, but now that latter is starting to sound more like his situation.

Thankfully Marjorie didn't ask for much. Thoma couldn't decide whether to chalk it up as good fortune or the result of being too intimidating. Either way worked out for him anyway, cause he would've tried to haggle the price down if it were too expensive.

Thankfully Marjorie didn't ask for much. Thoma couldn't decide whether to chalk it up as good fortune or the result of being too intimidating. Either way worked out for him anyway, cause he would've tried to haggle the price down if it were too expensive.

But the fact that his emotions got the best of him was alarming...

Did you mean this much to him?

... Who is he kidding? Of course, you do!

Thoma sailed through storms and walked mountains to see you again, didn't he? His protectiveness is just a form of love. Marjorie isn't ill so no harm done, but if the situation called for it he would've undoubtedly escalated it to something more. This type of determination makes him your protector from afar, doesn't it?

"Ugh..." Thoma pouted. "Don't they sell anything other than alcohol here? I can't stomach the smell..."

While looking for a non-alcoholic beverage, he caught a glimpse of a passing slender and tall figure that loomed behind him. His strides were large and the head above his shoulders was etched in a permanently stern expression. The vibrant strawberry hair that crowned his head both contrasted his dim face and signified which family he belonged to–- who he was. It's none other than Diluc Ragnvindr.

Thoma grinned. When you and Thoma had the entire library to yourselves, Diluc used to take care of you two. He had the honor of overseeing two very bashful kids who were three years younger than him. Second only to Lord Kamisato, he was one of the most passionate people Thoma had ever met.

"Hey, Diluc!"

He didn't anticipate anything will happen when he called Diluc's name. The last time they met, Diluc was the nation's rising star, while Thoma was a timid teenager. Diluc may not know him now that Thoma pulled back his golden hair and changed the tone of his voice to one that exudes social lightness.

"It's me!" He grinned and reached out his hand for a handshake. Thoma was a bit nervous. He didn't know if he should be casual with the Ragnvindr heir, but this approach is ten times better than ignoring him. Thoma is not without care for friends. Why wouldn't he greet an old buddy? Especially the kid who played devil's advocate for your shenanigans?

"Th–"

Diluc briefly exhibited signs of fear before clearing his throat.

"Thoma." Diluc bit back coldly.

Thoma hesitantly sank his hand back into his pockets. What was that look for? Did he do something wrong?-- Well, he did almost burn a store down... but it didn't feel like that was the reason behind that face he made.

"I-It's been a long time!" He beamed, joyful that one of the few people who didn't shun him in his childhood still recalled him. "I thought you wouldn't recognize me anymore!"

Diluc hummed curtly. His eyes were sharp, which only accentuated that he hates to prolong whatever conversation this was, if you could call it one.

"I wouldn't dare make the mistake of not knowing who you are."

Thoma chuckled nervously. "Right."

"Is that all?" Diluc huffed.

"Oh," Thoma scratched the back of his head. "How's Master Crepus? I'm old enough now, you think he'll allow me to drink this time?"

He teased quickly before he loses Diluc's attention. It was just a small jest that alluded to the time young Thoma sneaked in inside Dawn Winery, but the look on Diluc's face was indescribable.

One thing was for certain, he was not pleased.

"N-Nevermind, how's Kaeya–"

"Have a pleasant evening, Mister Thoma." Diluc immediately turned his back on him, and his footsteps already drowned Thoma's unpolished ramblings.

"I hope you have fun staying in Mondstadt."

Mondstadt's chatter sounded in a near-endless chorus, therefore confirming that Diluc left the conversation.

He sighed humorously loud.

"Haaaaah... this is one of the most overwhelming homecomings of all time, alright. Maybe it could even top dad's... Wherever he is."

Thoma thought it would be him who would be unrecognizable in both appearance and personality. 

But it seems Diluc changed too. And if Thoma were to be so bold, maybe he changed too much. He wondered how you felt about that–-

Thoma gasped.

Wait...

He opened numerous letters about the toxic people. You often compared a "friend" of yours and the people around "them" to a broke coin collector and a few pennies. Several anecdotes described in detail how the broke coin collector wanted to buy a fresh loaf of bread but was unable to part with their money since they believed it will one day reveal its true value.

The "Fixer" thoughtlessly retorted that "a coin's purpose by the end of the day is to be spent. What good will holding on do if you starve yourself to death? You need to tell the coin collector that their life is worth more than what they've saved."

He grimaced.

He was just trying to sound poetic. Thoma never thought that there was a possibility that one of these "coins" might be Master Diluc Ragnvindr himself.

Thoma crossed his arms and shook his head. It doesn't matter. He could be wrong. Maybe Diluc is just in a bad mood, and it's not like the 'cavalry captain' knows that he's "Fixer". It'll be ignorant to assume that a bright man like Diluc became a toxic person just because of one bad day.

Besides, some mora is better than no mora, and you still have him. And even if Diluc walked out of your life, Thoma will never let you be alone.

So don't worry, okay?

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Thoma didn't remember Dragonspine being this cold.

The last time he traversed the bridge towards the mountain was years ago, and he faintly remembers traveling with adventurer Cyrus to collect logs. He resisted the cold back then, but he can no longer say the same now that he's a pyro vision user. His pyro shield doesn't seem to provide any warmth in Dragonspine. Kind of backwards, isn't it? Thank goodness Good Hunter's served hot coffee. It was the only non-alcoholic drink they served this festival. His bottle preserved the comforting heat, and his hands were delighted to hold on to it. It was almost a torch for his vision to light up each time.

He also didn't bring a map. It wasn't in his budget after paying the Goth Hotel extra for his stay which was a major bummer (he doesn't recall the prices being that high before?) but it's alright. You write about the place sporadically that it almost felt like he knew the place like the back of his hand.

"H-hoo… I should've brought extra layers…" Thoma shivered. "Y-You made it sound like Dragonspine wasn't t-this cold at all… Oh, dear… I'm r-really tempted to run on the i-ice now…"

Once he pushed away from the branches of one particular tree, the bizarre trip had all been worth it.

"(Y/n)..."

He knew that who he saw had to be you.

Because you were breath-taking.

But that bliss was short-lived. Something was wrong. 

"--I'm so glad to have met you and the Fishing Association. You didn't know who my family was and treated me like a friend, not a means to an end." 

A crease formed between Thoma's eyebrows and his lips trembled. His face contorted in an ineffable string of hurt and betrayal, and his suffocating grasp on the poor tree beside him burned. 

Your shoulders were drooped and you wore a Snezhnayan scarf, but most importantly, you were confiding in this blue-eyed stranger.

You were confiding in someone else that isn't him. He's your soulmate! He should be the only one you could count on.

The thud of his boots on crusty snow stopped Thoma from threading farther. That sounded too loud. If he moved a little closer, they'd hear him. And he can't afford to look like a stalker.

Thoma gulped harshly. He should've prayed that his first meeting with you wouldn't be spoiled by some filthy man he didn't even know.

What are you doing?

That spot was supposed to be for him.

Who is that man?

When you started running and the stranger followed after, Thoma walked to your camp and picked up his unopened letter. His letter sat near your plate and other discarded items.

You didn't even read it before talking to that stranger. Did that man matter more than him?

He tucked it away and smiled sadly.

You're not ready to know his feelings just yet.

But don't worry! You and Thoma will fall in love when the time is right.

It's fate, after all! He just KNOWS it!

#yandere genshin x reader #yandere genshin #yandere x reader #yandere genshin impact #tag: soldier poet king - childe thoma diluc #yandere thoma #yandere thoma x reader #thoma x reader #yandere fanfiction #yancore #yandere #yandere male #yandere childe #yandere diluc #yeah its a yandere harem lmao poor reader #my content warning went from very slight yandere thoma to eh yeah this man is def a yandere lol #how come childe feels more sane than thoma in this yandere series lmao that says a lot abt society- #based on my draft on yan!dilucs part rn its like childe is winning #that ginger has a better relationship with y/n than their childhood friends lol major F #yandere!thoma #yandere!childe #yandere!diluc #yandere imagines #ansy-writes

[onmyo-jin]

For the fic meme: Pangzi & Hei Xiazi, pirate AU. Gen or romantic, idc. Will love you forever if you give one of them an (unnecessary) eyepatch :D (or if you don't feel like writing these two, then maybe some heihua?)

"Captain?"

"Wang Pangzi, my best First mate, what brings you here this fine evening?" The evening wasn't particularly fine, though the storm that has buffetted their sails all morning had finally passed over them. Wang Pangzi was of course not just the best, but also Captein Hei Xiazi's only first mate, though Pangzi wasn't about to point that out. The captain might get ideas, and appoint a Second First Mate or something equally daft.

Captain Hei Xiazi lowered the spy-glass from his one good eye, and faced Pangzi. Pangzi knew this was just the captain being polite, because with one eye he really only needed... hang on.

The Blind Captain was feared across the seven seas, though the name wasn't quite correct. He still had one good eye, having lost the other in some way. Depending on who told the story he'd lost that eye to a giant be-tentacled sea monster (according to the captain himself). Ship rumours had it he'd lost the eye when he won his famous sea battle, his one ship the Flower of the Sea versus one ship or possibly one whole fleet of the East India Trading company. The ladies in their various ports swore he'd lost the eye in a duel for his true love (though this lover's identity was unknown). Wang Pangzi personally suspected the Captain may have been born with a bad eye, because he never seemed to have had any other name than 'Hei Xiazi'. That's what Pangzi had thought up until some moments ago.

"Captain, wasn't your bad eye your left?" The question escaped him before he could think better of it. In the blood-red light of the post-storm sun Captain Xiazi blinked twice in confusion (with his left, apparently functional??, eye). Then he grinned his most worrying grin: the one that spelled bad news, the one that made ships surrender as soon as they saw the feared Blind Captain. The one that had graced his face that morning, as he'd sailed them into that blasted storm, because the Captain had pronounced the weather 'not hardly that bad, Pang-ye, don't fret so much'.

"Aye, so it is!" His captain answers, like Pangzi has asked if it's sunset. Then Hei Xiazi takes off his hat, rearranges his eye patch from his right eye (also functional??) to his left, puts his hat back on, and turns back to watching the sea. "What did you need me for?"

If his captain wishes to act like nothing happened, then who is Pangzi to argue? He'd like to keep his skin in one piece, thanks. "Err, I came to relieve you Captain- Cook says assumin' no more storms surprise her dinner'll be ready soon."

"Great!" The captain pronounced, and passed his spy glass to Pangzi, and with it the shift. Pangzi quickly snuck a look through the glass, but all seemed perfectly ordinary. "All this sea-staring makes a man hungry, huh?"

Pangzi couldn't help but wonder if that sea-staring might not be less hungry work without the eye-patch, but he's not fool enough to voice that to his captain.

Thank you for the request! I have not yet received any heihua requests so I may take you up on the second part as well 🌸 but I'll get some other requests filled first for now^^

Send me an ask with a pairing and an AU and I'll write you a ficlet!

#fake eye patch was too funny an idea not to use #dmbj #tlt #au fic meme #pirate au #wang pangzi #hei xiazi #still taking requests! #who's to say hxz hasnt been a pirate in his life #he would totally wear an eyepatch and switch it around to confuse people #just because he can

[percyaugod]

I fucking love your purple prime au!!!11!!!!!1111 anyway question time!!

is brother krang still alive because in some posts you say three new "kids" because if he is that adds a bit too the plot cause well they 100% thought he was dead

weve seen the turtles and caseys opinions what about cass's splinters draxums etc

does senior hueso ever appear? tbh most of my questions involve side characters because they would be so cool too see!!

and we know they can technically still talk too the ancestors if needed do they contact them?

Thank you! ^ ^

Brother Krang being alive is something I've been thinking about as a possibility but never fully decided or what would change. Sure we see him trapped in the ship, but we don't know if it was hard enough to crush him or if he died from the explosion as the portal closed. So he could be running around, watching and waiting as he heals.

This could lead Donnie to think him hearing the Krangs' voice is just him imagining things when he starts hearing another voice in his head. Since the brother Krang doesn't speak out loud the turtles don't know what he sounds like. Bonus points if he actually talks a lot in the hive mind, almost rivaling Leo.

He could just accept Donnie as the new leader, freaking out the others when Donnie brings home another one, or decide to go rogue. This is the turtle that took control of his ship after all. Leading to a situation where Krang one and the sister Krang have to fight their brother to protect Donnie.

If he did join the group the amount of times he scared the others by silently appearing behind them. Damnit Donnie! Put a damn bell on the thing!

Casey Sr would be the only thing Other than Donnie the Krang fear. She bit one of them, will at times just stand still for hours staring at them, those monsters she calls scouts, and Purple Prime has absolutely no control over her! Casey Sr thinks she can bear them in a fight and they're too scared to test her theory.

Splinter spends a lot of time in denial. These were the things that nearly took away two of his sons, there's no way his Purple would just-

He starts to wonder if it was all his fault. He just randomly appointed Blue as the leader and didn't talk about it with the others or ask if Blue even wanted to be the leader.

He had so much potential though! Always coming up with plans and knowing his and the others' strengths and how to properly use them. Not to mention the stress was obviously tearing his oldest apart.

If he had done some things differently, would none of this have happened?

By the time he sorts himself out, the kids have started a trial run with Purple and the Krang since they apparently can't get rid of them without negatively affecting Purple. Again they had to rely on themselves because he couldn't pull himself out of his own head. He regrets making them grow up so fast but is so proud of who they've become.

Draxum is working with Casey Jr on trying to find a way to separate Donnie from the Krang. He wasn't there to see what the Krang did, but the aftermath says enough. Draxum discovers the empyrean he used to create the turtles is of Krang origin and could be part of why Donnie integrated so well. The fear that this means the other mutants and yokai that also come from empyrean are also at risk.

Hueso would definitely be worried about the kids. He doesn't see them too often after everything and they look so beat up and tired. Not to mention Leo is apparently at home healing from injuries. When he does see him again there isn't any of that usual annoying, energetic personality.

For once, Hueso wishes Leo would complain and rant to him about his problems so he knew what was going on. Knew how he could help.

It's fine! ^ ^ Gets me really thinking.

Probably not the best idea to contact the ancestors. When asked about the Shredder they gave some of the worse advice. No one wants to know what they'd say about the same species as the one that created him.

They'd talk to Karai though. She'd do her best to try to comfort them and guide them. Donatello is still family and he sees them as such, his Ninpo proves that. So she tries to be there for him to know that he's still family to them as well.

She won't say it out loud, but she does worry about him losing himself like her father once did.

#rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #rise of the tmnt #rottmnt #rottmnt au #Purple prime au #rottmnt krang #Brother Krang #Krang three #rottmnt splinter #rise splinter #rise krang