#spaceboy drabble

[mysticmellowlove]

Lovesick - 80,000 Lightyears (Capt. Spaceboy HC)

warnings; omori logic, fluff, barely any spice, if you tried really hard

word count; 2362

note; who is this for you may ask? it's for me your honour, i love him with my whole goddamn heart. who injected crack into this man’s design. why is he soooo hhhhhhhHHHHHHH

Spacekid

As a young planetoid you were quite familiar with the Space family. Everyone in your galactical neighbourhood was. They were adventurers, thrill seekers, extroverted and loveable. Every member of their family loved to travel and discover. Spacekid was no different.

The first time you interacted with them was in school. You had just transferred over and sat next to them as they gazed dreamily out the window. You remembered taking a peek as well, just to try and figure out what had them so enamoured. They spotted you of course, their red eyes sliding over to you as their light pink hair flopped into their face.

You had jumped back, sheepish that you had gotten caught. When class was over, just as you were about to leave, they pulled you over and pointed out something in the distance. Just barely visible over the swath of stars was a shining object. A planet of sorts. A really muscular planet actually. They hadn't even said a word to you and yet you two had shared a moment together.

After that you hadn't seen much of them around, they always seemed to be busy with something. However, you knew that they were doing good, their name was all over the school newsletter after all. 'Most promising', 'most adventurous' and 'best musical talent' were titles that were commonly mentioned.

You were just a kid back then and you had your own stuff on but for some reason you were never able to forget them.

Captain...? Spacekid?

Your morning started as they usually did, with the chatter of the rest of your family. Sluggishly you woke up and dragged yourself out of bed. On the other side of the room was your sister, still blissfully asleep with her cover pulled tightly over her head.

As you had grown older the time for you to take your family's job seriously had arisen. Once you were a simple young planetoid but now you were a fully-fledged and licensed asteroid!

On your way down to the dining room table, which was a few paces away, you ran into your older brother. He mumbled something in your direction as he pulled on his shoes. He was also leaving the house today, as were your thirty other identical siblings.

Your parents packed you a small bag with some food and drink before ushering you out the door. At least you weren't the last to leave, even if you were pretty close. Now all you had left for you was... well the whole galaxy and all of its far reaches. As an asteroid it was your job to hurtle yourself across the sky for the rest of eternity. Or alternatively, until you crash land into something and make a new home for yourself. It was seriously exciting stuff.

However, as you walked through your old neighbourhood a wave of nostalgia hit you. This may be the last time you see this place. You made a lot of memories here and a lot of friends. Your best friends were just up the road while some more were on the edge of the star lake. Leaving was going to be hard but it was also really exciting!

A wide grin spread across your face as you climbed up the mountain that had been used as a launching pad for the rest of your siblings before you. It seems as if some of them had even left recently if the sight of a lost shoe was any indicator. Palma was always clumsy but then again it could've easily been RC's shoe as well.

A clipped hum left your mouth as you kicked it to the side so no one else would trip on it. Afterwards you lined yourself up with the edge of the cliff, stretched your arms out and ascended into the sky. Of course it wasn't a perfect lift-off, you had a slight incline to your spin, but it was enough to send you hurtling off into the far reaches of your home's atmosphere.

At first it was smooth sailing, the stars flew by you like a flashy mirage. The constellations spelled themselves out and the glint of far-off planets drew you in like a moth to a flame. However, what felt like only a few hours flew by and you found yourself wavering in your path a little.

It was as if the wind had been disturbed, as if space-time itself had been warped in a sense. The next thing you knew you had collided rather roughly with a hunk of metal. Your eyes screwed shut as you felt your head push through the outer layer. Upon opening them you found yourself staring off into a room full of small duck-looking hybrids.

Their beaks were open and their eyes were wide, trapped frozen in whatever they were doing before you made your entrance. Sheepishly you raised your hand and waved to them. Your whole top half was through the wall of their spacecraft. There was about three or four of them in the same room, all of them with disbelief etched onto their face.

"Hey...bro?" One of them finally snapped out of his confusion and looked towards you. His blue skin reminded you of home, in fact they all looked really familiar.

"Are you guys space pirates?" There was a smile on your face as you looked around at them. At the mention of their moniker they perked up and went to get closer to you.

"Only the best!"

"Yeah, totally the best! We are SPACE PIRATES!"

"That's right. Of course you know about us pal!"

A little overwhelmed you nervously smiled at them as they went to chatter on about their experiences. It turns out they were doing a loop of your home planet at the moment after they had been heading east for a couple of days. You were amazed that they had travelled so far in such a quick time. You'd never be able to do that!

Before the conversation could continue a door off to the side opened up and three more people came in. To your amazement you recognised one of them! Standing before you was Spacekid! Your eyes sparkled, you hadn't been the best of friends but you'd never forget the time they pointed out that planet to you. If you remembered correctly they had mentioned that they wanted to travel all the way over to it so they could look at it closer. You wondered if they ever got to do so.

"Oh. What's going on here?" They looked confused for a second before relaxing into a much more carefree state. They were as you remembered. Pink hair, blue skin and a bright-eyed look. They were even dressed in a fancy looking get up with a uniform! And a cape!

"Wow, Spacekid! You look good." Your head inclined a little as you took in their sudden flushed expression. Their hands waved around wildly as they coughed.

"J-just call me Captain Spaceboy!" Your mouth dropped a little before you settled back into a laid-back state.

"Nice to see you again Spaceboy." He sighed and let his shoulders drop before he quickly walked over. It seemed as if he had suddenly realised what had happened.

"You're in the wall of Mercury Retrograde!" He seemed shocked and a little distraught for a moment. You tried your best to placate him, telling him that you were now a licensed asteroid and that you hadn't meant to bump into his spacecraft. The space pirates listened in as well as they went about organising a way to get you unstuck.

"Wait, so let me get this right... you're supposed to stay wherever you land?" Capt. Spaceboy seemed shocked. You nodded your head, it was an ancient asteroid law. Wherever you landed was supposed to be your home, it's how asteroids spread. Some of your siblings had sent you letters from all over the galaxy. Some from rocks in the middle of nowhere, some from under the sea and some even sent you letters from a place called the 'Sun'.

However, you understood why he was feeling a little flustered. You had landed on his ship of all things, something that moved around the galaxy. What were you supposed to do now? Did you stay on his ship? The law was unclear about things like this.

"Well, you can stay with us for a while I guess. I don't know how things like that work but I'm sure we can figure it out!" And just like that you had come to an agreement with him.

Capt. Spaceboy

A sudden jerk to the ship sent you sprawling off of the hammock you had been given to sleep in. A warble came from below you as your bunkmate fell to the ground as well.

"You good SP Amigo?" You called out as you picked yourself up off the ground, or rather off of Amigo. The smaller male sighed, his face set into the ground like a stone. Sooner or later he peeled himself up.

"I'm gonna go check on the systems." He mumbled woefully, dragging his tired feet out of the small room. You watched him go with a smile on your face, he was going off in the direction that all his friends were in. You had been travelling with them for a while now, about a month you think. They were nice if not a bit single-minded.

One thing that they all shared in common though was their love towards Capt. Spaceboy. At first it seemed as if he had some big shoes to fill with his father being the last captain but the other pirates just loved him. You had never seen so many people show so much care towards one individual. It made you happy as well.

Your eyes drifted over to the small desk in the corner of the room. On it was a variety of letters addressed to you by an elder asteroid, letters that detailed your specific circumstance. It seemed as if they didn't know what to do either. You wanted to stay with the space pirates for as long as they'd let you though.

Definitely because you enjoyed their platonic company and not because you had a massive crush on their captain.

You shook your head and went to check on the ship as well. Something must've collided with it for the whole thing to shake so violently. As you left your quarters you noticed that the halls were full of other pirates working tirelessly. Determined to not be a hindrance you helped out wherever you could as well. It mostly was you carting resources back and forth to the others until they had everything they needed to check and repair any damages.

Eventually on your travels around the spacecraft you bumped into the captain himself. Your eyes widened as you brushed against his body. While you were flustered he seemed to be occupied, his eyes darting over the halls wildly. Soon enough he saw you and his mouth dropped a little bit.

"Are you alright? The bump didn't hurt you in any way did it?" The near sugary tone he had as he asked you if you were okay was enough for your face to heat up. Sheepishly you told him that everything was alright. He sighed a breath of relief, his head angled towards the ground.

Moments later though his head snapped back up, a spattering of dark green covered his cheeks. He seemed to warble something for a second before his composure returned.

“Make sure to stay safe okay. It would be a shame if anything happened to you.” His eyes were caring, his face soft. You blushed a little as well before nodding your affirmative. It was as if time had slowed as you two looked at each other. A certain fondness surrounded the two of you.

“Sick, are you guys dating now?” The moment was shattered as SP Buddy poked his head around the corner, his space suit covered in oil. Both your head and Capt. Spaceboy’s turned at the same time to look at him.

At that moment, when the whole spacecraft was in shambles from the hit, something unsaid bounced between the two of you.

Space Boyfriend

Obviously being the partner of the Captain of the spacecraft you were on had its bonuses. One of these bonuses was that you could kiss him in the empty navigational room. You had never thought that you'd have been able to kiss that mysterious kid in your class, ever.

Space Boyfriend, as he now insisted he'd be called, was a pretty good kisser. His arms were wound around you as you leaned up against the wall, despite being rather skrunkly looking he did have some sort of muscle.

He was warm too, which was good because it was pretty cold in space. You drew back as his hands pressed into your shoulders so he could rest his head into your neck. He sighed as his body weight nestled into you.

If there was one thing about him that you'd never expected it was that he was incredibly touchy. Space Boyfriend wanted to be in contact with you always. His hand brushed against yours, his eyes trailed you across the room and his mouth spread into a grin every time you sat by him.

All the other space pirates had figured this out as well. On days when you were busy they would note that he'd be more volatile, closed off and angry. He'd mumble to himself under his breath, his tone darkening as he huffed and puffed.

However, every time you came back he was happy. Smiling and laughing as he draped himself over you. He loved to be held like that, with his head in your neck and his legs around your waist.

He was just too loveable so you let him do whatever he wanted, even if that meant he'd stick by your side for hours upon hours. At the end of the day making the decision to stay with him on his ship was the best decision you could've ever made.

#omori #captain spaceboy #space boyfriend #space boyfriend x reader #captain spaceboy x reader #drabble #headcannon

[jumpinagain-a]

i have a migraine so i will be putting writing on pause tonight BUT. i’m scrounging for a way to plug a wkm verse into this blog somehow

#✨ᴄᴏᴍᴍꜱ! . . . ooc #( i know exactly how i want my lore to be laid out now and it allows for spaceboi to jump into heist & date & maybe other spots but. ) #( not wkm. and he is NOT actor!! i’m still following that meta drabble i wrote the other day ) #( i love actor. he is not actor. ) #( so im gonna have to do some figuring to place him into an environment where he can interact with wkm folk. bc the way i have it set up ) #( it would be something like a small yappy dog trying to have plot significance to eldritch beings. ) #( fun! but not ideal for plotting ) #( anyway if you see me online no u didnt im not cheating and i am actually sleeping gn )

[raz-writes-the-thing]

DW Prompt Drabble

Tenth Doctor x GN!Reader (fluff)

Summary: sentence prompt drabble based off number 12 from this prompt list.

32. "What did you do?" / "Nothing you can't get me out of jail for!" / "Not again!"

Requests are: OPEN

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“What did you do?” The Doctor has his brow arched at you through the bars. He doesn’t look particularly impressed, but he also can’t quite hide the glint of amusement from you. You can see him trying not to split into a teasing smile despite himself. Oh, he knows it was something stupid all right, but just not what. 

“Nothing you can’t get me out of jail for!” You reply sheepishly, doing your best to avoid the question. When his brow arches just that little bit higher and he tuts at you, you know you’re going to have to spill. “I might have, uh, gotten a bit excited at the bar and-” You pinch the bridge of your nose, knowing exactly how this is about to play out. “Stolen someone’s prosthetic arm.” 

“Someone’s what?” The Doctor asks, jaw dropping open in pure shock. A laugh bubbles out of him before he can stop it. “You stole someone’s arm?” 

“Listen,” you say, avoiding eye contact. “I- I thought it was a weapon. I thought I saw it start flashing like- shut up-” The Doctor starts howling with laughter now, holding onto one of the bars for support. “Like it was gonna explode or something,” you try to explain, an embarrassed grin starting to spread. You couldn’t help it, he was just so infectious. 

You chew on your bottom lip for a moment, before adding- “Turns out it was just his watch alarm.” You knew how it sounded, how absolutely ridiculous but when you travel with the Doctor, you begin to wonder if ordinary things are in fact ordinary things after all. 

The Doctor wipes a tear from his eye, doubling over with no signs of stopping. You’re not sure how being so loud is going to keep him from being discovered and remanded into custody too for breaking a prisoner out, but it’s whatever. The two of you always managed a miraculous escape somehow. 

“Not again,” he wheezes, trying to get ahold of himself. “I can’t always be coming around to save you.” 

You roll your eyes and come over to the bars, poking his side through them as best you can reach. He gives you a quick little “oi” and moves out of the line of fire.

“Yeah, look- we both know what I’m like. The odds are that this won’t be the last time you have to get me out of something,” you take a second to think. “Though hopefully, it’ll be the last time for stealing an innocent man’s arm.” 

The Doctor gums at his lips for a moment to stop himself from starting all over again, knowing it wouldn’t be long before you’d have to get moving.

“Alright, look- can you unlock the gate now, Spaceboy?” 

“Hey, that’s Spaceman, thank you.” The Doctor pulls out his screwdriver and unlocks the door for you, shaking his head amusedly and gesturing for you to take the lead.

“After you, you little thief,” he sticks his screwdriver back into his coat pocket and looks in the direction he wants you to go. Presumably towards the exit. You just know he’s never going to let you live this down. 

“You’re not going to let me forget this, are you?” You ask, taking off with him following close behind. 

“Oh, no,” he replies enthusiastically. “Never!”

#david tennant #doctor who x reader #tenth doctor #tenth doctor x reader #doctor who #doctorwho #doctor who fic #doctor who fanfiction #david tennant x reader #10th doctor #10th doctor x y/n #10th doctor x you #10th doctor x reader #tenth doctor x y/n #tenth doctor x you #doctor who x y/n #doctor who x you #ten x reader #ten x y/n #ten x you #the doctor #the doctor x y/n #the doctor x you #the doctor x reader #david tennant doctor #dt doctor #allons-y #fluff

[p-e-b-b-l-e-z]

You do X-reader's, right? May i request some general dating Hc with Spaceboy x reader please? And thank you.

~Spaceboy General Dating HC's~

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A/N: AAA yes i do! Since no gender was specified reader will be gender-neutral! :D

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When it comes to relationships, Spaceboy will be slightly distant at first due to what happened with Sweetheart.

It took him a little while to trust that you wouldn't just up and leave him like Sweetheart did so many times.

After that, he's the most clingy partner ever.

If he's ever stressed out about something like a mission, please just hold him and tell him everything will be alright. He will live for it.

He lives for any type of affection. Physical, vocal, anything.

He would be very respectful of your boundaries, and is very flexible. You don't like physical touch? He can work with that!

Spaceboy would also be very supportive of you and your hobbies. You're missing something you need to be able to finish a drawing? Boom, it's there. You're out of a certain paint color that you need? A whole new bucket appears out of seemingly no-where.

All in all, Spaceboy is clingy and sweet. Also a big cuddler when he's drowsy.

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This is my first time writing for Spaceboy, I hope I did well! I also hope you guys enjoy this short little drabble :D

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#omori x reader #omori spaceboy #captain spaceboy x reader #captain spaceboy #capt. spaceboy #omori #omori character #x reader #gender neutral reader

[unavoidedbyme]

unavoidedbyme’s introduction/masterlist

(read before requesting please, ty)

hallo, you can call me Noah, i use he/him and im a minor.

this is some infos on what i write:

what do i post?

i write for Character x Reader only. I don’t really know what to feel about ships that’s probably why.

i only write for OMORI.

mb arts/doodles? i don’t really know though.

i could post up to 5 characters per-post.

what i will NOT write

smuts/NSFWs

extreme gores/decapacitations(except for yanderes)

disorders(i can’t potray them well, that’s why)

what i can write

fluff

angst

yandere stuff

headcanons/drabbles

oneshots(please say if you want oneshots, because if not i’ll do headcanons/drabbles instead)

anything suggestive(for OMORIBOY ONLY. Since yk… yeah)

characters i can write for

SUNNY/OMORI

OMORIBOY(suprising, ik)

MARI/DW MARI

AUBREY/DW AUBREY

HERO/DW HERO

KEL/DW KEL

BASIL/DW BASIL

SWEETHEART/ PERFECTHEART/ MUTANTHEART/ ROBOHEART

CAPT. SPACEBOY

DOUGHIE

BISCUIT

masterlist!

OMORI MASTERLIST

#omori fandom #omori character #omori fanart #omori #aubrey omori #aubrey x reader #basil x reader #hero omori #hero x reader #kel omori #kel x reader #mari x reader #omori basil #omori game #omori headcanons #omori sunny #omori x reader #sunny omori #sunny x reader #mari omori #omocat #omori au #omoriboy #omori mari #omori hero #omori oc #omori stranger #omori omori #omori kel #basil omori

[p-e-b-b-l-e]

yo i would die for a Captain Spaceboy angst drabble from you 🛐

Ofc!! I mostly write my fics without a plan so I’m glad you like them so far!!

Warnings: Lots of angst, No comfort, Mentions of character death, Mentions of suicide

{|I haven’t made a banner yet so pretend this is a pretty one|}

Waking up used to be one of the most important things of the day to him. Spaceboy would wake up by your side, get ready for the day, and wake you up. But not anymore, now he wakes up alone, gets ready alone, does everything. Alone. As he walks through his ship, he can’t help but reminisce on memory’s of you and him. From cuddling on the couch, to writing music together, he cherished it all, but now you were gone. Now his ship was dull, it was constantly missing something. There used to be love in the air, but now that love was replaced by nothingness. A longing to go back to the past, and see the signs. How he wished he saw the signs sooner. That day started out as any other, although this time, he woke up alone. He thought it was weird, but brushed it off as you getting up before him. After he got ready, he went downstairs, thinking you would be there, but you weren’t. He decided to search in the back of where you landed, a thick forest. He searched for a couple of minutes before he finally found you, although you weren’t standing. You weren’t standing at all. You were hanging. He couldn’t beleive what he’d saw. He thought that it was all a messed up joke. He hoped it was a messed up joke. But no. It was no joke, it was you. You were ice cold, like you had been there for a while. The rope looked rugged around your neck, like you were trying to free yourself at the last second, your hands were littered with rope burns and blood. The snow around you had drops that were crimson red. He immediately rushed to your side, trying to free you. He knew it was too late, but he kept trying. He finally got the rope to break, and you dropped. He caught you, you were as cold as ice. You were heavy, your neck was broken. He started crying, he started remembering how gloomy you were these past few months, he knew something was off but he brushed it off. He brushed it off. He wished he had done something different. He wished he could go back and save you, he felt like it was all his fault. There were signs, but he ignored them. He couldn’t help but cry, holding you close. He couldn’t help but blame himself. He couldn’t help but cry.

END.

#captain spaceboy #space boyfriend #space ex boyfriend #space ex husband #omori #omori game #omori (character) #angst prompt #omori fanfic #fanfic

[heart-ephemeral]

Hiya! I'm Aster, you can call me Astra. 

Welcome to my SFW multifandom blog. I'm a novice writer and will be writing for a couple of fandoms at first. Make sure to read the rules before requesting

Requests are Open!

Rule Time!

The rules for my blog are:

I have the right to decline any request

I only take Character X Reader

I only accept SFW requests. Suggestive is allowed, but only suggestive.

Please do not spam me with the same requests. It gets annoying and makes me not want to write that request.

If you request a certain AU from another blog, please post what blog you got it from.

Please be respectful of others who both visit the blog and myself. 

When requesting, please specify the gender of the reader. If not specified, the reader will use they/them(or you) pronouns.

The request limit is up to three currently(10/06/22), unless you are grouping the characters together(such as the trios or first years).

I Write:

Drabbles, Scenarios, and Headcannons.

General Headcannons(Lore, character studies, ect.)

Angst is welcome

Slight Gore

AUs

Death

I Don't Write:

Yandere

Incest

Mental Illness

Minor X Adult

Teacher X Student

Anything graphic.

Anything NSFW

The Fandoms I write for are:

Twisted Wonderland

Kingdom Hearts

Pokemon

Omori(added 10/01/22)

May add more later

Characters I write for(If a character is not mentioned in either the 'I write for' and 'I don't write for' sections, feel free to ask me about it):

Twisted Wonderland: All characters. Except Cheka. Ortho and Grim will be platonic only.

Kingdom Hearts:

All Trios(Destiny Island, Seasalt trio, and BBS trio)

Master Eraqus

The Norts(minus Master Xehanort)

Organization XIII(Minus Xaldin and Lexaeus)

Vanitas

Repliku

Naminé

Yozora

The Foretellers(+ The Master of Masters)

The Dandelion Leaders(Ephemer/Ephemera, Skuld, Lariam, Brain, and Ventus. Union X Ven will be platonic only)

Strelitzia

Dark Road Xehanort

Dark Road Eraqus

Hermod

Vor

Bragi

Urd

Baldr

Will add more

Pokemon: 

Milo

Nessa

Kabu(Platonic under certain circumstances)

Bea

Allister(platonic only)

Bede

Melony

Gordie

Piers

Marnie

Raihan

Leon

Hop

Sonia

Gladion

Lillie

Hau

Silver

N

Emmet

Ingo

Adaman

Irida

Volo

Dream World

Omori

Kel(Platonic)

Aubery(platonic)

Hero

Basil

Mari

Captain Spaceboy

Unbread Twins

Stranger

Real World:

Sunny

Kel

Aubery

Hero

Basil

Mari

May add more

Characters I don't write for:

Twisted Wonderland: Cheka(unless in certain prompts)

Kingdom Hearts: Master Xehanort, Xaladin, Lexeus, Any of the Final Fantasy Characters, The World Ends With You characters.

Pokemon:

Anyone else that is not mentioned.

Omori:

Anyone else that isn't mentioned.

Have a nice day/night!

-Astra

#omori x reader #pokemon x reader #twisted wonderland x reader #kh x reader #twst x reader #kingdom hearts x reader

[alwayshorrible]

🧸

i’m on evil man account but please give him to spaceboi or just drabble something ,, don’t give gin a child for the love of god sjdjdjfjf

Mark finds out, very quickly, that it's incredibly easy to lose a child on a spaceship.

Even when it comes to a child dressed like he's all ready to go to grandma's funeral, clutching a small stuffed toy of a crow to his chest, circular glasses sitting high up on his nose. Mark's not sure how or why the child is here exactly, but... he's got no room to question it. Now he's on advanced babysitting duty because it was too cold in Cryo for Celci to watch him, there were too many dangerous things in the ADS for a kid to be in there, and did he even have to start with the reactor?

Still, though, Burt might've been the better choice. Mark has to tear his attention away from his duties as Head Engineer every three seconds because the kid's putting his hands where they don't belong, falling off of something taller than he is, or trying to grab something to whack him with.

Seriously, though, where are this kid's parents? He's tiny, he's got bright red eyes, and he claims to be twelve, although he's way too short to be twelve.

And he's a troublemaker! Mark turns away for a minute to chat to someone, and the kid's already wandered off without him realizing, causing Mark to make his way all over the ship's halls to find the kid.

Also, he bites.

Mark finds this out when he finds Murdock under a console, letting out a groan and bending down, reaching his arms out to pull him out of there. He’s met with a chomp to one of his exposed fingers and yelps, yanking his hands back to grab at the injured digit. Murdock’s giggling, sticking his head out, and Mark lets out an irritated groan, using the opportunity to grab him and pull him up to his feet.

“This is the last time I let children onto my ship,” Mark groans as he makes his way back to the bridge with child in tow, not even noticing when Murdock swaps the hand holding the Engineer’s for the crow plush, before he takes off down the hall again.

#✝ — in character #jumpinagain #(tagging the other acc since. technically spaceboi n not gin #baby murdock escapades in space

[kazuwhora]

ok most dm's are answered, spaceboy 15 is written and queued, mlist updated, ask box is cleared— I'm gonna go do some stuff around my house before working on selfship drabbles and then I'll get to the rest of stuff on my plate!

OH also ty for 4.4k!!!!!!

#im probably gonna get high again #because I wanna #and I just finished exams #so #tw: weed

[pumpkin-phones]

❝Are you sick of me?Would you like to be?❞

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[romeulusroy]

Cloud Animals (Luther Hargreeves Drabble)

Character/s: Luther

Word Count: 588

Inspired By: @dontdowhatisayandnobodygetshurt ’s writing :)

Tag List: @dontdowhatisayandnobodygetshurt @sir-pattystew @melody-of-scream

A/N: So okay I normally write to vent and get all the bad feelings out, but today was good, I felt good, and it’s about time I write about the good feelings, too! I was also inspired by a friends writing 😄 and though I know Luther isn’t a universally loved character, I love him and wanted to write for him :) Anyways, I hope you feel good if you haven’t, and that it lasts one more second than it normally does. Also this was written in 20-ish minutes so sorry abt any mistakes! Feedback is always appreciated 💜

A bubble bursting in your chest, cracking your ribs, straining your sternum, struggling to breathe in all the light and fluff you could. It wasn’t always the cloud parted and let the sunshine through, but when it did, you did everything you could to soak up as much as possible. You chewed up the motivation, your thoughts racing with endless possibility. There was too much the clouds had prevented you from seeing. The sunsets, the colors melting, mixing, becoming one grand painting of oil and canvas, smeared and dragged, draped and splattered. The stars, their hands reaching out, desperate to touch one another, for skin to skin contact, tingling, twinkling, an itch they couldn’t scratch. The planes with people, strangers, taking them from one place to another. It had been too long since you’d been able to imagine them, their lives, who they were and where they were going.

It had been too long since he’d seen you smile. Strapped to the bed, locked in by your own mind, tangled in the bed sheets and blankets, your head sewed to the pillow. A turnaround. Singing in the shower, clean feeling for the first time in weeks. Smelling of strawberries and sweetness. Scrubbed away the fog to bright new skin, untouched by the sadness you’d found yourself wrapped in. Washing your clothes, your safety, the smells of sweat and sadness replaced with softness, with something new. Opening the windows because, for once, you weren’t ashamed of hiding for so long from the outside. The breeze caught you, grabbed you by the hand and pulled you away from a place you called home. You wanted to go everywhere and do everything. And he wanted to be by your side the whole time.

You weren’t sure how long it was going to last. It could be hours, days, or weeks and months. You never wanted to think about the ticking clock, how sometimes it sped up right when you were sure you’d found your true happiness. Closed your eyes one second, and the next you were already a day short. It was there, always in the back of your mind, chewing at your skin, ready to rip you open, but you couldn’t waste your time worrying. Not while the sky was pink, and chewy, and the sun kissed you goodnight. He knew it too, that this wouldn’t last forever. It just didn’t work like that. A reset, as if you had to start over, back at the bad parts to get to the good. Rereading the same story all over again, believing this time it would be different. All he could do was squeeze your hand, and make sure, while the sky was still clear, that you were enjoying yourself.

Luther made sure to come home early if he had to leave, to be attentive, watchful of the slightest shift. Surprises came in the form of picnic dates and exploring the city, staying out until the streetlights came on and the stars lit the night. He would have given you the moon of that meant this feeling, the high of the highs, the getting better, could last even a second longer. It was all he wanted, all he waited for, was the joys of the universe to breakdown your bedroom door and envelope you in its light, the same way he tried with his hugs and holding. All you could do was wait for the next time the clouds parted and let you see the sky everyone else was talking about.

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[evesbeve]

Apology (TUActober Day 23)

TUActober Prompts by @totallyevan

I just want more of Luther and Ben’s dynamic, is that too much to ask for

Summary: You can’t apologise to the dead.

(Read on AO3)

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“I’m sorry.”

The words leave Luther’s mouth before he can process them, and though it scares him, he doesn’t regret them—because he’s right.

He should be sorry. He’s hurt Diego, by yelling at him instead of helping him understand. He’s hurt Allison, by pushing her away when she tried to reach him. He’s hurt Klaus and Vanya, by ignoring what they had to say. A long time ago, he hurt Five too.

But the person he’s hurt the most is lying beneath his feet.

If only he’d paid a little more attention, then maybe Ben would be here to listen to the words Luther didn’t mean to say but didn’t regret. And if he were here to listen, then maybe, just maybe, Luther would have forced himself to continue.

But Ben isn’t here, so Luther doesn’t.

Instead, he physically drags himself away from his brother’s grave, each step heavier than the last, until there’s nothing left but footprints in the snow. What Number One doesn’t see is a figure dressed in black that’s watching as his trail is formed.

“I’m sorry too,” the ghost says from the other side, but he is neither heard nor acknowledged.

#the umbrella academy #tua #tuactober #tuactober 2020 #luther #luther hargreeves #tua luther #spaceboy #ben #ben hargreeves #tua ben #the horror #evelina nonesense #eve's writing #fanfic #fanfiction #drabble #ficlet

[spaceboybecomespaceman]

thinking about all the spaceboy centric drabbles ive written like theres so many of them help. id post them but im terrified BHAHA

#omori #captain spaceboy #omori spaceboy #space boyfriend omori

[seancekitsch]

I've always wanted to make a request, so here I go.

How about #25 from the meet cutes with #1 from the kiss drabble, for Luther 💖 something fluffy, he needs more love 🥺💖 thank you 💕

Sending you good vibes, and hope you have a lovely day 💖 uwu

HI LUV

Sharing an umbrella at a bus stop as it snows.

1. First Kiss

From a block away you can see that Luther is at the bus stop before you. As much as you want to rush, you don’t; it’s much too snowy and slick to risk breaking an ankle just to have a few extra seconds with Luther before the bus comes. His handsome features appear more and more prominently as you step, crossing the distance between you and the stop he waits at. He’s got his usual overcoat on but no hood and you can’t help but think of how uncomfortable and cold he must be.

So much so that remedying that perceived discomfort is the first thing on your mind.

“Wanna share?” you ask instead of a normal greeting. You’re so familiar you don’t need need to say hi. Part of you wants to make a joke, an Umbrella Academy member sharing your umbrella. But the joke doesn’t come because you know he would only laugh at it politely. Luther doesn’t love being reminded of being Spaceboy when he doesn’t need to be.

But Luther nods, grabbing the umbrella for you before your arm can fully extend to try to cover you both. The snow drifts around you both now, fluttering light and ethereal around you as you wait.

“What movie do you want to see?” he asks, not bothering to check his watch.

“Well, I figured we would just see what was on when we get there,” you don’t bother to check your watch either as he nods, eyes not leaving your gaze. You’re in no rush; just happy to pass the time with Luther and happy to finally be on a date with him.

When you had told him you cared for him in a more than friendly way, you were certain you’d lose him as a whole. Absolutely certain, but he just got that lopsided grin he gets when he’s happy and he suggested you meet up for a casual date. Not a date. Just being together. Come to think about it, Luther’s probably never been on a date.

Date experience or not, he’s doing everything he should to have someone swooning. The hand not holding the umbrella comes around your shoulder and holds you close to him as you wait. and wait. and wait. for the bus.

“Hey Luther?”

“Yeah?”

“If this bus isn’t coming, do you want to...” you trail off, suddenly nervous, “Can I? Kiss you?”

He nods, and leans down to meet you halfway. Snow drifts through the air as his lips move against yours, warm and inviting and sweet.

You only part when the bus finally arrives.

#my work #luther hargreeves imagine #luther hargreeves x reader

[sunnydaleherald]

The Sunnydale Herald Newsletter - Sunday, December 13th

Giles: “Oh – as usual – dear.”

~~Doomed~~

[Drabbles & Short Fiction]

advent calendar of porn / kinktober in july (Buffy/Spike, E) by lovelyorbent

It's a Wrap (DW crossover, Buffy, T) by spikesgirl58

nature and all of its grand, beautiful forces (Xander, Willow, & Buffy, G) by kickedshins

Walking Shadows (Multiple crossovers, Oz, T) by Gryphonrhi

The Next Slayer (Buffy/Spike, T) by halfbloodjames

Weird, Weird Night (Andrew/Xander, E) by RunSquidling

Miles Apart (Buffy & Willow, G) by littleotter73

A limerick for Harmony in "Pangs" (T) by thenewbuzwuzz

Rock Solid (Buffy/Spike, NC17) by Passion4Spike

Once in a Lifetime (Buffy/Spike, NC17) by bewildered

A Thrill of Hope (the weary world rejoices) (Buffy/Spike, NC17) by kats_meow

Deadman running (Buffy/Spike, NC17) by Tennsters

[Chaptered Fiction]

The Five by Five Job Chapter 2 (Leverage crossover, T) by gnar-slabdash (spaceboy)

Debrief Chapter 1 (Buffy/Spike, G) by Scattyuk

The path to redemption Chapter 3 (Tara/Willow, T) by Aragorn_II_Elessar

Cherub Chapter 10 (Angel, G) by NAOA

Tale as Old as Time Chapter 2 (Cordelia/Doyle, G) by myheadsgonenumb

What You Do Afterwards: Season Two Chapter 44 (Cordelia/Doyle, G) by myheadsgonenumb

My Dark Disquiet Chapter 3 (Tara/Willow, T) by Rutkowski

A Minor Intervention Chapter 7 (HP crossover, Buffy, E) by PseudoLeigha

Hypnopompia Chapter 9 (Faith/Buffy, E) by aliceinwonderbra

Immortal Memory Chapter 7 (Highlander crossover, T) by Vidicon666

Night Shift Chapter 1 (X-Men crossover, Spike/Remy, E) by remylebae

A Perfect Gentleman Chapter 18 (Buffy/Spike, E) by Whiskyandtobacco

Invasion U.S.A. Chapter 5 (HP crossover, Buffy, G) by Buffyworldbuilder

When Spike Knew Chapter 6 (Buffy/Spike, T) by violettathepiratequeen

My Dark Disquiet Chapter 3 (Tara/Willow, T) by Rutkowski

Souls Unbound Chapter 24 (Buffy/Spike, Adult) by Touchstoneaf

Lovers and Lies Complete (Buffy/Spike, R) by Lilachigh

Flesh and blood Complete (Buffy/Spike, R) by Tennsters

Have a Very Spuffy Christmas! Chapter 13 (Buffy/Spike, PG13) by Puppet

Strange Land Chapter 5 (Buffy/Spike, 13+) by Zab Jade

Death Is Buffy's Next Great Adventure Chapter 16 (HP crossover, Buffy, FR15) by Sharie

It Devours Chapter 4 (Marvel crossover, FR7) by lateVMlover

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[vinnie2757]

Cid/Shera drabble, immediately post-game, rated: M for adult content

[As Loor has so rightly pointed out, I have a Pairing Type. I am guilty as charged, give me grumpy dads and their Soft Wives™]

They land hard outside Midgar, and disembark. There are lots of words to be said, lots of things to be done. They’re aching, tired, but the people milling about, staring at the remains of their city, what of it is left, look worse.

Tifa touches her elbows, reflexively; rolling up her sleeves.

‘Where are Yuffie and Vincent?’ she asks, ‘is anyone’s PHS still going? Can we get hold of them?’

‘No need,’ Barret says, and points at a ruckus in the crowd, ‘here she comes.’

And it could only be Yuffie; Vincent can slip between people like a shadow, for all the height and melancholy breadth of him. Yuffie just barges through, yelling to make way, as though she’s an Empress and they need to kneel. She gains speed as the path clears, and then she’s rushing towards them, barrelling into Tifa and nearly taking her off her feet. Tifa clutches her back, holds her tight and takes her off her feet.

‘You’re alright!’ she cries, and Yuffie nods.

‘We’re fine, we’re fine! I think we got everyone! Reeve was really helpful organising it! But obviously, I did most of the work! They were just dropping people left and right, and making a right mess of it!’

‘Obviously,’ Tifa agrees, and cups Yuffie’s face, checks her eyes for any hint of a lie.

‘I’m fine,’ Yuffie assures. ‘Vincent nearly got himself killed, but what else is new?’

All eyes turn to Vincent, who just sort of shrugs, and raises his eyebrows a millimetre, as though there’s nothing wrong with almost getting yourself killed.

Then again, it’s Vincent.

‘Marlene’s in Kalm,’ he says to Barret, ‘we made sure she’d be safe.’

‘Then I need to go to Kalm,’ Barret says, and turns back to Cid. ‘You going home?’

For a second, Cid is torn. He knows he should stay. He knows that he should be here, and help with the clean-up, and getting beds for all the Midgar citizens that have been turfed out of their homes by Meteor. He knows this. But he thinks of his bed, and he thinks of Shera, and he thinks of all the things he needs to say to her.

Tifa looks at him, and reads his mind.

‘You can go,’ she says, ‘we’ll all still be here in the morning. No one would judge you.’

‘Thanks for the permission,’ he snorts, and reflexively lights a cigarette.

He stays until it – and the one that follows, and the one that follows that – are nothing but stubs, helping ferry people to and from places, helping set up camps for the thousands of people that need somewhere to lay their heads. He helps organise a watch; there are still monsters out on the plains, and they need dealing with, so he organises that, and he’s stood with Yuffie, watching out over the plains at some hollering Kalm Fangs, scrabbling in the dirt over some carcass or another.

‘What are you going to do now?’ he asks.

‘I’ll stay,’ she says, ‘for a little while. They need a leader, obviously, so I need to be around.’

He snorts. Typical Yuffie.

‘What are you going to do?’ she asks, and glances up at him.

‘I’m going home,’ he says, ‘just for – for a day or two. Then I’ll be back. You’re going to need engineers to rebuild this shit, and I’m the best one I know.’

‘Bring Shera with you, then,’ Yuffie says, ‘we’ll need her too, just to keep you from killing everyone.’

‘What are you saying about my work?’ he asks, but the bristle in it is gone.

Shera absolutely will keep him from killing everyone, and he has no shame in that. He owes her his life, more so than she owes him hers.

‘I’m saying it’s time to get in that hunk of junk and fly home, spaceboy,’ Yuffie says, kicks him in the shin, and legs it.

Brat.

He huffs out a breath, and turns away from the empty horizon, picking his way back through the crowds to the hunk of junk that is his ride home.

‘Cid?’ Tifa calls, and he turns back.

She’s flushed, and out of breath, and her brace is twisted. He wonders if he should tell her, decides against it.

‘You’re coming back,’ she says, not a question.

‘Obviously,’ he nods. ‘I just – want to see Shera, before we get stuck in.’

She nods. ‘We can manage everything here, don’t worry too much. Take a week.’

‘A week?’ he snorts, ‘you callin’ me old, Tifa? You doin’ that to me, on today of all days?’

She eyeballs him far more wisely than a girl barely in her twenties has any right to eyeball him.

‘I’m saying Shera called while you were waving your dick about,’ she says, ‘asked when you were coming back. I told her you’d be there before sun-up.’

The sun is just now peeking over the horizon, tinged green with what remains of the Lifestream.

‘I wasn’t waving my dick about,’ he protests, mutely, because he was definitely waving his dick about. He can’t help being the most experienced engineer in the room – on the plains – and everyone else being fucking morons.

Then he thinks about it and says, ‘you’re an asshole, I’ve got ten minutes. You absolute brat.’

As he jogs – fuck running, his ankles hurt – towards the Highwind, and the boarding plank, he hears her call that she loves him too. He sticks his fingers up, and her laugh follows him.

The crew aren’t on board, but that’s fine, he can fly this baby by himself, and he hits all the right buttons, in the right order, and yanks the right lever, and thank God everyone’s kept away from it because he wastes no time in getting up in the air and taking off.

Absolute brat, he’s got no time to get back to Rocket Town, fucking hell.

‘Tifa, you’re a brat,’ he tells the sun, and then points at the sun, ‘and you can stop laughing, too. I can hear you, don’t think I can’t. Being dead ain’t no excuse.’

Aerith’s laugh echoes behind his heart, and he tells her to fuck off.

The Highwind is mostly out of commission now, falling apart at the seams, and he’ll reconstruct her, make her better, more efficient, more able to do the jobs it needs doing, so he dumps it on the airstrip, and jumps out of the smashed front end. He hits the ground running, but Shera is already out of the house, sans coat and boots, just in the T-shirt she wears under her sweater, and her trousers, and she’s running to him in turn.

He has never been so grateful to see her, never been so glad to be alive. Skidding to a stop, he catches her as she barrels into him, and without thinking, kisses her. He kisses her hard, hand knotted into her hair, fingers digging hard into her hip. Not that it matters, because she has fistfuls of his hair too, and she’s kissing back.

‘I,’ she gasps, between kisses, ‘I’m glad you’re home.’

‘Me too,’ he replies, brushes their noses together. He leaves a streak of dirt on her nose, and she’s smelling of fresh soap, of clean clothes, of home.

‘Fucking hell,’ he breathes, and slowly eases the grip he has on her, cupping her face in his hands. ‘Fuck me, I’m – Shera, I’m – I want you to know.’

She shakes her head, strokes her hands over his scalp, and he can feel her seeking out the scabs from where he’s been clocked by rubble, but she doesn’t pick, just smooths over them.

‘It’s alright,’ she says, quiet, against his mouth, ‘I know.’

‘Do you?’ he asks, and his heart is doing so many different things, all his organs twisting on themselves, and he doesn’t know whether to laugh, cry, throw up, or just yell until he’s hoarse. ‘Do you know? Shera, I’m so fucking sorry. I’m sorry, and I’ve been a fucking asshole and I – I – Fuck sake, Shera, I want to marry you.’

She laughs, not unkindly, but it’s very much a laugh at him.

‘You’re such a fool, Captain,’ she tells him, and kisses him again. ‘You know I know that.’

He searches her face, sees no lie in it.

‘I love you,’ he tells her. ‘I’ve not shown it, but I do. I love you.’

She smiles, and strokes his face, runs her fingers across the wrinkles in his brow, down the stubble of his cheeks, her thumb on his lips. He kisses it, reflexively.

‘I know,’ she tells him, ‘I know. I love you, too.’

He nods, little jerks of his chin, more to assure himself that he’s heard her than to assure her that he has.

‘Come on,’ she says, and steps away. He feels bereft, cold. ‘I only had a strip-wash, there’s still hot water for a shower.’

Tiredness sweeps over him at the thought of the effort it would take to strip off and shower and then get dressed again.

‘Just five minutes, Captain,’ she says, reading his mind, taking his hand to drag him to the door. ‘Just five minutes, and then you can sleep. I’ll have tea for you when you’re ready.’

He breathes deep, and nods, slowly. Shower, and sleep, and she’ll have tea for him. That’s – that sounds nice. Sounds good. He can do that.

 -0-0-0-

 When he wakes, it’s dark again. The curtains are drawn, but the side light is on, casting the room into a low orange glow. He lies there for a second; Shera is talking, but there’s no answer. The PHS then, talking to someone. Tifa, no doubt, organising things for Midgar and Kalm and whatever else they’re going to do for the civilians.

She says goodbye, and it’s quiet for a moment, then she starts humming a merry little tune to herself. He can hear her pottering about, the gentle clink and clank of the teapot and the mugs.

Without thinking about it, he throws the covers off and makes for the stairs, britches be damned. She’s seen him in worse states than in a t-shirt and boxers, and it’s not like she’s never seen bruises before. Nothing a potion can’t fix, when he can be bothered to rub the lotion into his skin.

‘Shera,’ he says, at the doorway of the kitchen, and she turns, teapot in hand.

‘Captain,’ she smiles, and the atmosphere changes, tangibly heavier, thicker.

His fingers curl. She carefully puts the pot down on the side, turns the hob off. She looks at him as prey looks at its hunter, but defiantly. Daring.

His heart beats against his ribs, stomach full of moths, desperate to get to the flame of her expression.

‘Cid,’ he tells her, ‘’s my name.’

Her fingers curl against the countertop, as if hoping for stability. The room seems to echo with his heartbeat, no sound outside. He watches her swallow, feels himself echo it.

‘Cid,’ she repeats, soft, so soft he almost doesn’t hear it.

Then he’s there, three strides and she’s pinned between him and the counter, his hands holding her face so he can kiss her, and taste tea on her tongue, sweet with sugar and milk and her foot moves, ankle curling around his.

‘Cid,’ she breathes, and her body shifts, just a little, tries to get closer.

Her hands are everywhere, on his hair, his shoulders, under his t-shirt, digging tight into his arse, bringing him closer, closer. The counter can’t be comfortable, but she’s angling herself to make the best of it, leg moving to give them both room. He’s kissing her face, her jaw, breathing heavy into her neck, and she makes room for him, tilts her head with a sigh, a low moan.

‘Shera,’ he whispers, fingertips curling under her waistband.

‘Yes,’ she nods, ‘yes.’

There will be time later to think about it, to appreciate the other in the way they deserve, but right now he’s fighting her belt, and she’s mouthing alternating sweet platitudes and urges onward into his ear, his jaw, kneading the muscles of his back as he shoves her trousers down, leaving them to her to kick off.  She’s warm, and she gasps when he traces the elastic of her underwear, teasing.

‘Don’t tease,’ she says, and he pulls back to look at her.

Her eyes are dark, her lip between her teeth. Her breath is fluttering, hard and short, and he offers her a smile, gentle, gentle. She searches his face for half a second, and then her eyes are closing and her head throwing back, barely avoiding the cabinet behind them as he does as he’s told and stops teasing.

‘You’re wet,’ he says, as though it’s a marvel.

‘Fuck sake,’ she replies, and he laughs, stops stroking her to shove a finger inside. He’s not kind about it, because he doesn’t need to be. She’s wet enough, hot enough, and the noises she makes are going to be enough for him if she doesn’t stop.

‘You gotta stop with the noises,’ he tells her, angles his wrist to make it two fingers. ‘I’m gonna be done before we get anywhere if you keep it up.’

Her nails scrape his back before slamming into the countertop. ‘Cid,’ she gasps, ‘you gotta stop teasing me, then.’

He laughs, and kisses her, and fucks her with his fingers.

‘I want you to come,’ he tells her, and bumps their noses so she looks at him, heavy-eyed and chewing holes in her lip. ‘I want you to come on my fingers, and I want you to do it now.’

She snorts, and does bang her head on the cabinet this time. ‘Don’t work like that, Captain,’ she tells him. ‘I’ll come when – when – fuck – when I’m ready.’

But the way her hips are wriggling, the way her leg’s climbing against his, she isn’t far off. Has she wanted this, he wonders, biting at her neck, since it’s there, has she thought of him like this, two fingers deep in her cunt, thumb rubbing circles just to see what noises she can make, has she touched herself? He asks her, breathes it into her mouth.

‘Course,’ she replies, ‘just – please.’

He adds a third finger, because he’s a prick, and she ravages his mouth, holds his hair tight enough to burn, bites at his lips and his tongue and she’s exquisite. The wave of her orgasm crests, and her legs shake. It nearly does him in, but he fucks her through it, watches the way she watches him, hungry and sated at once.

‘In,’ she demands, and her hand on his cock is – is – is bliss.

‘Shera,’ he gasps, and she nods, fights to shove his boxers down.

‘I know,’ she assures him, working him with one hand and getting her underwear down with the other, kicking them off before hiking herself onto the cabinet. ‘Captain.’

He doesn’t even take a second to appreciate the sight of this – this fucking siren before him, legs parted to let him in, hand so dainty and so perfect around his cock, guiding him to her, her eyes dark and her chest heaving with the weight of her breath. He should appreciate it, he should commit it to memory. But instead her grabs her hips to angle her down a little, and then he’s home.

She shudders against him, legs trembling, and he holds them tight, takes a second to breathe.

‘Fucking hell,’ he says, and she laughs, strokes his face.

‘Heaven,’ she counters, ‘c’mon, Captain, all yours.’

A dangerous thing to say, but one he hadn’t known he wanted to hear.

It’s a fuck, a quick, dirty fuck, and he’ll make love to her later, he’ll make love to her for the rest of their lives, but this is a fuck. He cups a hand behind her head to protect it from the cabinet, and he drags her hips closer with the other. Hers claw at his shoulders, pull his hair, and she gasps out his name, cries out for more, and he does his best.

All told, he thinks he performs alright. She’s taking chunks out of his neck, and she’s meeting him thrust-for-thrust, and he – he – fuck sake, he loves her.

‘I love you,’ he tells her, pants into her ear, and she stutters, fingers digging tight for a second, two.

Oh.

A litany of foul language topples out of his mouth as if prayers before a shrine, and he buries his face in her neck, breathes the smell of her in. A moment passes, two, and her fingers are soft in his hair, her breath heavy against his ear.

‘Cid,’ she breathes, and he nods, presses a kiss where his stubble has rubbed, and peels upright.

She’s pink and hazy and beautiful, and he could marry her. Will marry her.

Her fingertips touch his face, trace the line of his eyebrow, his cheekbone, his nose, the dent of his lip.

‘You’d,’ he chokes out, ‘you’d best clean up.’

She nods. ‘Yes, Captain. You, as well.’

Her eyes are fire when she says it, and she tightens her thighs for a second before letting him go. Loose-limbed and blinking, he finds it in himself to pick his boxers up from around his ankles, and she slips down off the counter, pulls on her underwear, stretching her arms and rolling her shoulders.

‘You mean,’ he says, and she laughs.

‘I mean, it’s good practice to clean up.’

He follows her out of the kitchen and to the bathroom. ‘You know all about that, huh?’

She freezes for half a step, and then says, ‘I read about it, in a book.’

‘You read anything else in your book?’

Her ears are red behind her messy ponytail.

‘I read lots of things, Captain,’ she says, ‘I could show you a few of them, if you like.’

The smile she gives him is blistering, and he laughs, slaps her arse as she starts for the stairs.

‘Later,’ he tells her, ‘I need to get in touch with the kids, make sure they haven’t killed anyone yet.’

‘They’re good kids,’ Shera assures him. ‘I’m sure they can survive another evening.’

(They head out in the morning, and it takes them a few minutes to disembark the Highwind after arriving. Tifa gives Cid a look, but he staunchly ignores her, hiking his trousers up an inch because his belt is a notch too loose, and starts bellowing orders. Shera combs her ponytail with her fingers, and rushes off after him, hurrying to smooth over her Captain’s brash nature with polite smiles and requests. Tifa looks at Cloud. Cloud looks at the floor. Yuffie tells them they’re all mad.)

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