#and i think it's the first time i've dreamt about him since he died at the beginning of the year

[leslutdepointedulac]

So me and my family spent the morning at a rescue looking at dogs and there's two that we're looking at inparticular and I shit you not one is giving pure Louis vibes while the other reminds me so much of Lestat it's literally Louis and Lestat but if they were dogs. The only thing is, we're only getting one but we love them both so making a decision is going to be so hard

#i'll update when we get one of them #though that won't be for a couple of weeks yet #providing we can get either of them anyway #it was weird though cause i had a dream about our last dog before i woke up this morning #and i think it's the first time i've dreamt about him since he died at the beginning of the year #and it felt like he was saying goodbye even though i said goodbye when he died #i just think it's funny that happened on the day we go to look for a new dog #and then when we were at the rescue i kept seeing a robin which i like to think was our old dog #anyway. despite how much i still deeply miss our old dog i'm really excited to get another #also we took the two dogs we're looking at on walks #and while we we're walking the second dog there was a huge group of bikers that went passed all dressed as santa #so that was cool #i didn't intend to write a whole damn essay but here we are #my vampire chronicles

[steve-faglan]

Breaking and Entering pt. 2

Reader x William Afton/ Steve Raglan

TW: NON CON!! DUB CON!! NON CON!! NON CON!!

Summary: You can't stop thinking about that place. About him. You make one more foolish visit and end up in a new predicament.

PART ONE: HERE❤️

It's been weeks since you and Mike narrowly escaped the infamous William Afton. Mike doesn't talk about it, though he does find himself masturbating to the feeling of your mouth around his cock. The two of you hang out pretty regularly still, despite the horrors inflicted upon you.

You and Mike get together at a local park. It's usually empty, and today is no different. There's a small nook behind the trees on the far side of the park and that's where the two of you go to smoke. As the weather gets colder, the foliage around the woods dies down, revealing a perfect view of Freddy's. You swallow the lump in your throat when you see it and Mike quickly catches on.

"Hey, don't look at it. Let's just go back to my house." Mike tried to redirect your attention, but you continued to stare. A strange yearning builds in you that you're certain can't be what you truly want. Why would you want to go back there? You don't know, but the longing remains. You attempt to fill that craving in other ways.

"Let's go to your place." The two of you head to Mike's and he tries to softly reassure you that you're safe. Something he's had to do for you these past few weeks after the attack. He doesn't know that something in you has changed.

When you get inside, the second the door closes, you press your lips to Mike's, both hands gently holding his face.

"Is this okay?" You ask, breathlessly breaking the kiss.

"Y/N, are you sure you want this?" Mike looks shocked and concerned.

"Is this okay?" You ask again, more sternly. Mike looks into both of your eyes and finally nods before desperately reconnecting his lips to yours. In minutes the two of you are naked and fucking all over the living room. Mike is rough and desperate like he's only ever dreamt of this moment and won't let it go to waste. But it's not enough.

Mike pulls out and finishes on your ass and the two of you collapse next to each other on his couch. The room is silent aside from the unsteady, deep breaths.

"Holy shit..." Mike sighs in disbelief. You nearly fall asleep next to each other. You're not sure how to ask this, but you need to know if it's just you who can't stop thinking about that night.

"Mike."

"What?"

"Do you ever... Think about going back?" Your question confuses him so much, he doesn't even realize what you're talking about.

"Back there? No, I don't. I-I'm sorry I didn't say anything. I don't- I never think about that day. I try not to, for you." He rambles on, but you tune it out, disappointed in his answer. "Why?"

"No reason. I've just been having a lot of dreams."

"Nightmares?" Mike attempts to clarify.

"Huh? Oh, yeah. Nightmares." You shrug it off. Hoping the subject gets dropped seeing as you aren't on the same page.

"Oh shit, Abby will be home soon." That's your cue to leave. Mike drives you home and it's clear he's developing feelings at a rapid rate. He bids you goodbye with a beaming smile and you do the same. Once he's gone, you go inside your house and beeline right for your bedroom.

No amount of fucking Mike or touching yourself to the memory would satiate the urge you have to let Afton has his way with you again. Your only drawback is... Would you get to live a second time? The nighttime air is crisp and chilly as winter rolls in. You stand on your porch for an entire hour before you finally get in your car and make the drive.

At first, you just sit in the parking lot. You look for another car, maybe you missed it last time. You don't see one. You begin to wonder if he's even here tonight. What a waste of this manic, dangerous behavior that would be. You eventually step out of your car and shakily approach the doors you snuck through last time.

"What the fuck am I doing?" You whisper to yourself. Something like a wave of common sense washes over you and you take a few steps away from the building. You're torn between using logic and getting the fuck out of there and the curiosity of him even still being inside. You didn't see a car, after all. You hold your breath and carefully enter the building.

Last time you were here you were careless and loud, this time your steps are as delicate as falling leaves. You hold your breath at every turn. The place is entirely silent and you don't disrupt it any further. You're carefully treading across the main area when you come across the table. You become tense as warmth pools between your legs.

You swallow the lump in your throat and quickly realize you don't want to be here. This was a mistake. You keep your eyes on the crime scene as you run away, not looking where you're going. You run into a tall, broad frame and it leaves you flat on your ass, looking up at him. William Afton. The man you came looking for and hoped you wouldn't find.

"Back already? You're filthy." He chuckles as he stands over you, basking in his power over you.

"N-No! Please I'm sorry. I- I was confused. I don't know- I don't-" You struggle endlessly with your words, raising a hand to shield yourself as you remain on the ground.

"Stand up." His demand confuses you. He's calm and quiet, it's unsettling.

"W-What?"

"Stand. Up." He speaks sternly. Impatient. You do as you're told and scramble to your feet. William places a controlling hand at the nape of your neck, guiding you like a dog on a leash. You're too scared to speak, protest, or even cry. This is it, you think.

"I- I'm sorry," you sob, but he only rolls his eyes.

"Why'd you come here?" He asks, coldly.

"I don't know! I couldn't-" he cuts you off.

"I meant the first time. Why'd you come here?" William seems to lean into your ear when he speaks, sending chills down your spine.

"I- we came here as kids," you say, hoping your nostalgic ties could earn you mercy.

"You and Micheal?"

"Yes. I just wanted to relive it for a while. I'm sorry," your story dissolves to pleas.

"That's adorable." His voice is cold and evil and the two of you disappear into a dark corridor.

Back at his house, Mike calls your landline several times. A little tied up at the moment, you're unable to answer. He recalls your troublesome questioning earlier and decides you need to be checked on. After all, in his mind, you're already his now. Mike pokes his head into Abby's room and sees she's sound asleep so he makes the drive to your house.

"Y/N?" He calls, careful not to be too loud outside your home at night. He knocks for a little while longer and even looks through your bedroom window. Nothing. He climbs back into his car to return home, not wanting to leave Abby alone for too long.

On the way he passed that damned restaurant and at the last second spots your car in the furthest corner of the lot. His stomach drops. He doesn't know how, but he's certain William lured you back there to finish the job. He squeals the tires as he whips the car into the lot and haphazardly parks before clamoring inside through the shifty entrance.

"Have a seat." William gestures to a chair similar to a dentist's chair. It has restraints and looks like it's meant to take different positions. You swallow the lump in your throat.

"P-Please. I know coming back was stupid." You shake your head and try to back away from the threatening furniture, but his hand holds you in place. His grip grows tighter and he pushes you toward the chair. Fight-or-flight takes over and you begin to fight back. You swing at him and scream for help as loud as your lungs will let you. The sound rips through your throat and burns as you pray someone hears you.

"Y/N?!" Mike calls out, having heard your screams echo through the building. "Where are you?! I'm here!" He runs up and down the many passages and doorways of Freddy's, feeling more hopeless by the second.

William successfully fastens you into the chair and steps back to admire your helpless form. He's breathless from the struggle. Pushing his hair back into its coiffed position, he licks the blood off his lip from your resistance.

"You're unbelievable. Coming back for more and acting so ungrateful. Don't think it's not perfectly obvious why you've come back," William taunts. He circles you like a shark in dark waters. He reclines the mechanism and begins to carefully remove your clothes. He's oddly gentle compared to the way he cut your clothes off last time. He unfastens each restraint one at a time until you're exposed before him in nothing but your panties.

William starts to gingerly massage your breasts, his mouth hangs slightly open in an expression that asks "What's next?" Your face becomes red and you can't help but look away from him, squeezing your eyes shut and begging your body to stop rewarding him. Your nipples harden for him and your lace panties become soaked with your arousal.

"You must've worn there for me," William gushes as his hand finally travels down to your waist. Goosebumps ignite on your skin and it's everything you can do to stop yourself from moaning. He's teasing you. He slips his fingers inside you and you lose the battle, releasing a loud, desperate moan as he curls his knuckles inside you. He's older, and more experienced. It's as if he knows your body better than you do.

He fingers you until you've given up on holding back and you're just a writhing, moaning mess in front of him.

"Shh, shh..." He whispers as he knowingly guides you to your climax.

"William-" you start to protest, but it just comes out as you moaning his name. Just as he brings you to your limit, he removes his hand entirely. Something he seems to love to do. "No!"

"Filthy little thing. Look at you," he ridicules you as he licks your arousal off his fingers. He adjusts the chair again and you're left with your legs spread for him. He takes his position, waist high to your aching entrance. "You knew what you wanted when you came back. I'm going to give it to you." William unfastens his belt and releases his throbbing cock. It seems even bigger this time. Likes he's been teasing himself this whole time. His breath shudders as he slips the tip up and down in the wetness of your clit.

"I-" you stutter.

"What is it, puppet?" He roughly runs his hands up and down your thighs, awaiting your next line of resistance. The pet name makes you feel disgusting and your face reddens.

"I don't know if-"

"You don't know if you can take it?" He asks but gives you no time to respond before he's slammed completely inside of you. He releases a loud guttural moan as your cries cause you to flex around his erection. "You're gonna fucking take it."

He thrusts into you repeatedly, stretching you out and stimulating you beyond pleasure. Your screams and moans carry throughout the hallways and Mike follows the sound.

"Looks like we have a visitor," William laughs, continuing to fuck you as he watches Mike scramble around through the security monitors. "He's getting warmer."

"Let her go!" Mike finally reaches the security office door and watches in horror as he bangs on the window. His screams are muffled, but William can still hear enough to laugh at him.

"Come take a turn, Micheal. Listen to her," he begins to toy with your clit while he's thrusting in and out of you. You want to hold back so badly, but it's not an option. You release screams of pleasure. Mike didn't even know you could make sounds like that. So degenerate and needy. It's almost distracting. Finally, he busts through the door, sustaining some damage from using his body as a battering ram.

"Let her go. Now." Mike is a new kind of angry. Protective. William tilts his head as he slowly slips out of you and fastens his slacks. You're left whimpering and exhausted.

"Here, Micheal. Have a go. Tell me how tight she is." He holds out a hand to you like he's offering a friend a tray of cigars. "Don't tell me, you two already fucked, right?" William laughs. "Was it anything like what she needed from me? Are you capable of that?" William's words set off a rage inside of Mike. He charges at the tall, broad, older man, but he's quickly and easily tossed aside. William grabs Mike by the shirt and pins him against the wall.

"Don't be stupid. She's alive because I'm using her. I don't have that much reason to keep you around." He drops the short, protective man and turns to face you where you lie half-conscious on the table.

"Just leave us alone. What more could you want?" Mike sighs, defeated.

"Oh, plenty. Unfortunately for you, it's not enough just to fuck your friend. I want the suffering." He unfastens your restraints. "I want the shame." William wraps a hand in your hair and all but throws you onto the floor. You collapse on the floor with a cry of pain and Mike runs to your aid.

"Hey, hey. I'm here, okay? I'm here," Mike frantically tries to comfort you.

"Micheal, you're really disappointing. You have to know the only reason she gave it up was to relive what I did to her," William laughs. Truly amused to be so powerful over the two of you.

"Shut your fucking mouth. Don't talk about what you did to her!" Mike holds you to him protectively, but he seems to freeze up when William comes to collect you. He stands you up on all fours, holding your head by your hair, forcing his length down your sore throat right in front of where Mike remains on the ground behind you. He's frozen as he watches you put up no fight. Your swollen hole is perfectly presented to him and he can see it becoming wetter by the second.

"Y/N..." Mike mumbles your name as he watches. He's unsure if he's heartbroken, scared, or aroused.

"I'm not always going to share her, Micheal." William's manipulative words wrap around Mike like strings on a puppet. Like it's the last time he'll ever feel your skin again, he digs his fingers into your hips and pulls you against him, grinding against your throbbing cunt. Finally, no holds barred, he shuffles his pants down and roughly slams into you. It's as if William's influence was inescapable inside the walls of the restaurant, and Mike couldn't stop his darkest urges.

You moan against William's dick as he manually bobs your head with his fist full of your hair.

"All you're good for is getting fucked. Even your 'best friend' thinks so." William laughs as tears streak down your face. You're jostled back and forth as each man shoves themselves deeper and deeper inside of you. Afton finishes first, filling your mouth and throat with warmth as Mike takes over. He plows into you, quickening his off-beat thrusts as he reaches his peak.

"M-M-" Mike assumes you're trying to say his name. Ask him to stop. Lust has completely taken him over and he gently shushes you between hard thrusts. To his, and William's surprise, you finish your sentence. "More."

With a devilish smirk, William shoves Mike out of the way. He pulls out just as he finishes, covering you in his cum as he sits back, reeling from the orgasm. William takes over, effortlessly spinning you around to take advantage of your battered pussy. He lies you on your back and lifts your pelvis to meet his. He hesitates for a moment to look at you. Your demeanor has been completely shifted. The fear and struggle were replaced with an out-of-character neediness.

"Please!" You wail, arching your back and begging to be fucked. He chuckles as he uses one hand to guide himself inside you. You gasp as he slips past your lips. He has more girth than Mike, and seems to hit something inside you Mike just can't. You release a continuous stream of degenerate moans as he drills you. He laughs over your wails as he picks up his pace, chasing his second climax. Mike can only stare at the two of you. The way you unfold for him and how rough he is with you. He's jealous but frozen watching you cum harder than he thought possible.

William finishes inside you just as he did last time, claiming you. Mike doesn't get that power. You scream as you flood William and his well-pressed slacks and he fucks you through your high. Once he's finally done, he leaves you on the floor, too weak to move. He's so swift with fastening his pants and belt, that Mike barely realizes what's happening until Afton lands a devastating blow to his temple, knocking him unconscious.

You weakly lift your head, slowly coming to and the orgasm and lust clear from your mind.

"Mike!" You exclaim, but it's nearly silent as your throat has been used so roughly.

"Shh..." He whispers and he kneels over you next. His two strong, calculated hands reach your neck and begin to squeeze. Your eyes widen. This is it, you're certain. Tears stream down your cheeks as you look into his eyes, watching as he turns blurry and eventually fades to black.

Hours pass, days, who knows how long? Mike wakes up in the same dark alley as before. He searches for you frantically, but you're nowhere to be found.

"No, no, no, no..." Mike bangs on the doors, screaming your name to no reply. He quickly notices your car is missing and he hopes that you just left him there and went home. He deserves it and worse, after all. He stumbles to his car and drives to your place.

"Y/N," William tauntingly calls your name as he watches you come to. You realize it's the first time you've heard him say your name and you hate the way it makes your clit throb. You squeeze your eyes shut and open them again to see him standing in front of you. "I think I like you. You may feel like a prisoner for a while. But let's see what freedoms you can earn, okay?" You rise from your spot and notice you're in a room that looks almost like an incredibly tiny apartment. Like a pet cage for a human.

"Wait, what? What are-" he cuts you off as he steps out the door.

"You'll be here for a while." The door closes and you're left alone in the plain, beige room. To be used, whenever.

#tw non con #dub con #tw dark fic #non con #fnaf dark fic #steve raglan #steve raglan smut #william afton #william afton smut #fnaf #fnaf non con #dead dove do not eat #fnaf movie #fnaf smut #william afton non con #steve raglan non con #steve raglan x reader #william afton x reader #tw dubcon #non con smut

[meimi-haneoka]

Do you really think Clamp left too many “loose ends” in Clear Card? I mean, it's true that we don't know where Momo is, but I don't think there are as many unsolved mysteries as a lot of people say. What do you think?

No, that's true, anon! For the most part, all the main mysteries were solved. If people perceive there are still unsolved mysteries it's either:

because they haven't re-read the story and the answer is already in the story itself, it's just that in full CLAMP-style, it isn't spoon-fed to the readers (CLAMP want us to use our brain a lot, in Clear Card)

it is meant to stay a secret, to make things interesting and stimulate the fan's imagination, like what Yukito gave as a price when he made the pact with the Tsukimine Shrine. But at the end of the day, does it change anything, to know what he paid with? If it was anything relevant to the plot, we would know. The important thing is that thanks to this pact, he was able to help in a very critical situation. Or like Momo's true name. While the revelation of Akiho and Kaito's true names is used inside the story as a way to convey other things (feelings, most of all), Momo didn't really need to reveal her true name to us, as an ethereal and ageless being. It is a mystery on the level of "Yuuko Ichihara"'s mystery.

My opinion is that there were parts that deserved to be explored better, especially about the new characters since we learn to know them in this arc, to reconnect things better.

The first thing I really wish they reconnected better was the whole synchronization between Sakura and Akiho. We're completely left on our own to tie the threads on how that worked. Who started it? We have to assume it's part of Kaito's plan, since he's not surprised when it first happens. Though he doesn't really say clearly that it was his (or Momo's book's) job. Akiho seems to be tuning into Sakura's dreams sometimes. But not all of them might be because of the synchronization. That one time Akiho says that she dreamt of being in a high place, wishing for something someone had, might have been a normal dream, and CLAMP framed it in a way that made it seem like she was dreaming of being the Mysterious Cloaked Figure. What was the purpose of the synchro? To "prepare" them for their life as twins in the future? They do say that twins have such a connection that they end up thinking the same things.... Why Akiho needed to read about Sakura's adventures in the Alice in Clockland book? There are some elements we can use to give ourselves some answers, but they're very vague. Admittedly, this is the ONE part I really wish CLAMP executed better.

Then, we have a sort of "gap" in the period when Kaito decided to accompany Akiho in her journey. It is completely left up to us to imagine what went through his mind when he raised his hand and said "I'll go", that day. (Truth to be told, we have few elements we can work with, and I'd say that his journey started for a reason, and turned quickly into something else the more he spent time with Akiho). Like, he was always wearing that "dead" expression before meeting Akiho, what made him think to learn to smile in light of their first meeting? Was Momo the one teaching him? We only have a couple of lines between him and Momo thrown around in the Drama CD to go by: "And laugh more properly, even if it's a fake laugh!" "Hm, I'm trying my best though...". We could infer that Kaito still had a hard time learning how to express his emotions. Thankfully, all the smiles he gave Akiho were portrayed as absolutely genuine. But knowing "how it started" I think would've outlined Kaito's character and motivations better. Or the whole "how Akiho parents died" matter that I've already mentioned somewhere else (and at this point the non-mention makes me think it was a reason too harsh to mention in Nakayoshi).

It's also to be noted that some things were portrayed in a certain way to give us a sense of danger and make us fall into the trap of prejudice towards newcomers (another theme of this arc), for example in Sakura's dreams there's a scene of the Dragon (Kaito) that opens its mouth and "shoots an attack" at her. That scene never happened in reality. It was definitely meant to "scare us", but now that we know that the Dragon was absolutely inoffensive, we must elaborate that as a byproduct of Sakura's anxiety. After all, it is a foretelling dream, but still a dream influenced by subconscious.

Yeah, stuff like that. However, when I talk about "open ending", I'm not talking about those "issues", I can make peace with those...after all, it's a story that lasted 80 chapters and 7 years and half, one of the longest in CLAMP's catalogue. It's difficult to hold the reins tight on a story so full of foreshadowings and complex matters. Moreover, the series has been criticized both in Japan and abroad for "not being Sakura's story" (that's not true at all), because fans couldn't stand how in this arc Sakura shared the storyline and spotlight with other characters. People wanted the mysteries connected to Akiho and Kaito to be revealed, but at the same time didn't want CLAMP to talk about them, to focus a chapter on them. Like??? How does that make sense?? So it makes me think that what we got is already a lot, in the situation we were in.

When I say "open ending" I'm actually talking about all the new stuff they added in the last chapter, that really is giving everyone the feeling of "there's going to be more, right?" Cause it's weird that you end a story like that. While you finish explaining the last details of what happened to the Clear Cards and Sakura Cards, and the aftermath of Sakura's huge spell, you introduce the travel of two characters, you give a very detailed explanation of what they're going to do, you leave up in the air the "will they actually find a way to heal Kaito and make his time start again?", and you don't make one of the most important characters appear?? Momo?? The one who was basically a backbone of this arc, without her intervention in the finale Sakura would've never known that her world was rewritten? That also seemed to me like such an out-of-character move, for how caring and maternal they portrayed Momo to be. Leaving her kids like that. I can't imagine that we'll be left forever out there without knowing what happened to Momo. Even if her choice was to move on, they should've mentioned it clearly. And needless to say, Kaito offering to teach Syaoran about time magic (surely as a way to thank him) was another seemingly "additional" plot thread one could grasp onto, in case they wanted to resume this one day.

That's why I feel CLAMP have left so many opportunities to talk about these characters again, in any possible way (another arc, a spin off, a cameo in another manga), and created an "open ending", as opposed to how "closed" felt the original ending.

#reply #cardcaptor sakura #card captor sakura #ccsakura #ccs spoilers #anonymous

[aziraphales-library]

Hello there! Thank you again for all your wonderful work! I've been reading through(part of) your blog's older recs and having a great time ♥️

Any chance you know of something where the focus (at least in large part) is on Crowley's trauma over the bookshop fire when he thought Aziraphale had died? I've read a bunch where it's mentioned in passing, but I would love to delve into that directly.

Thank you!

Hi and you’re welcome! Here are some fics that focus on Crowley’s trauma regarding the bookshop fire...

Burning Memory by EdosianOrchids901 (T)

Months after the bookshop fire, Crowley struggles to cope with intrusive memories and flashbacks. It’s as if he’s always living in that moment. As if Aziraphale is always dying.

Don’t Leave Me by Starlight_fallen (G)

“Are you okay?”

“No, can we talk about something else?”

“Sure, dear.”

Crowley wakes from a nightmare, but it was a new one. Normally he dreamt about his Fall, but tonight he dreamt of Aziraphale dying. The bookshop burning in Hellfire, Aziraphale’s screams being swallowed up as he disintegrates into nothingness, the feeling of Aziraphale vanishing from the back of Crowley’s mind, and the dark emptiness it leaves behind. Aziraphale knows that Crowley is suffering but that he wants to pretend that he’s okay, all Aziraphale wants is to help

In These Flames by Z A Dusk (T)

In which Crowley wrestles nightmares about a burning bookshop, and eventually learns that he doesn't have to shoulder the pain alone. Anathema and Tracy try their best, but let's face it, Crowley needs his angel.

a wounded work of art by song_of_fate (T)

Crowley never recovered from the trauma of losing Aziraphale to the fire. Even if it didn't happen that way, even if Adam set the Bookshop right again...a part of him was shattered that day.

Now to make sure that Aziraphale never, ever realizes just how badly it broke him.

In The Moment by Kat_Rowe (T)

The problem with severe trauma is that you tend to think you're just fine. Until the second you're not. Sometimes all it takes is one bad day, when everything gets away from you and your ability to cope decides to go AWOL.

When Crowley has one of those days, his first since the day the world didn't end, he goes to Aziraphale for comfort. Things get worse before they get better, then they get worse again.

Aziraphale thought Crowley was happy, and starting to heal. When he wakes up to the sound of screaming, he starts to understand that neither of them are quite all right. Healing takes more than emotional support, even if it helps. But having someone to love and accept you helps so very much, and makes the future, and the present, worth fighting for.

November Rain by FeatherBlack (T)

After Armageddon, Crowley has a few more scars than he accounted for and no temptations to keep him distracted from the pain of losing Aziraphale to the fire—even if his friend wasn't really gone.

Aziraphale, for what it's worth, thought Crowley might need some time alone to figure out what he wants to do with the rest of their eternity on Earth.

As per usual, he was wrong. Hopefully he can make it up to Crowley before it's too late.

- Mod D

#good omens #ineffable husbands #crowley has ptsd #bookshop fire #mental health #mod d

[okamirayne]

*a wild friend pops up behind you silently*

HI!

I'm almost done with OtC (I am realising I do indeed read very fast??? Wtf???) and have descended into a state of perpetual daydreaming about post war times

First though, HHU didn't make a liar of you, you did that yourself my friend! Not that I can blame you, who hasn't sat staring at a wall while imagining their favs or ocs suffer through unspeakable grief and pain without batting an eye? I know I have--

*pushes ocs back into the pain box and slams the lid*

--on occasion

Anyway, probably because of speeding through the series I dreamt about the boys last night and because I was thinking ahead Neji's whole self sacrifice came into play too so it was very vivid (almost scary)

It was like, ANBU went "we gotta check over the body cuz of how he died, maybe we'll learn something" and because of dream logic Neji's body ended up in the same place Shikamaru is and suddenly it was like "oh god, where's Nara, he was supposed to be out and restrained??? How the fuck did he end up in Hyuga's room and what the FUCK is that chakra he's channeling?!" and ANBU just stared in shock while Neji's body healed in front of their eyes until he drew a breath and Shikamaru just collapsed on him. They brought in Hanabi cuz Hinata was too emotionally distraught and Hanabi went whiter than a sheet." I l...don't know how but Nara somehow linked his own chakra into Neji-niisan's pathways. It's like a perfected edo tensei, as long as Nara's chakra keeps circulating...Niisan will live on as normal..."

Anyway, I've been awake since 4AM (really brain?!) thinking about this and now you shall have to suffer with me

*the Wild Friend poofs out of existence because she was a shadow clone*

*a wild friend pops up behind you silently* HI!

Jesus Christ. You Ninja ghost.

I'm almost done with OtC (I am realising I do indeed read very fast??? Wtf???)

First though, HHU didn't make a liar of you, you did that yourself my friend!

*reads the details of your dream*

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#a wild friend does some damage #wild friend escapades #i laugh and i cry #all's fair #gifs speak louder than words

[glimpseofwonderarchive]

@amantesmultorum sent: “  stop doing that— stop trying to hide your emotions from me.  ”

memes for that specific brand of ships

Sighing heavily, Edward turned his gaze over to the princess. But his garbled mind couldn't make sense of anything. It was all going too fast. Too much too soon...

He was still in mourning, but like his brother in law before him, Edward was being pressured to find a bride. And he couldn't even blame the advisors urging him. After all, Kit had married. He and Ella had had all the promise in the world before them. But they were snatched away, right when their happy ending was just beginning. They hadn't even had the chance to have a child yet. Edward couldn't repeat that. It would be certain disaster for Sark.

For the security of the kingdom, and to ensure that a ruler would be ready should something happen to him, he had to marry and have an heir as soon as possible. Edward knew that. Just because he understood the practicality of it, though, didn't meant he fully agreed.

It felt so wrong. A marriage of convenience, or of love... what did it matter? How could he think about starting a family when all of his was gone? How could he get married and have a baby when his beloved baby sister hadn't had the chance to really see her life grow and sweeten? How could he treat another person like a brood mare? How could he think of making that vow when he was so shattered and hollow? It would be condemning his wife to an eternity beside a shell of a man. It wasn't fair. Not to him, and not to her.

And still, Bryony had been the first one to bring even a hint of fresh air and light into his darkness. Spending time with her had made him feel almost human again. She was a wonderful girl; kind, creative, and compassionate. The kind of woman that Ella would have approved of. The kind of woman that, under different circumstances, he might have been able to imagine a future with. So, how could he ask her to sacrifice everything she dreamt of and wanted for herself, just to bring a level of safety to his people? When he wasn't even sure if he could ever feel happiness again with Ella gone?

The Grand Duke had pleaded for time. And the court had granted it. Everyone was grieving the deaths of Kit and Ella, and they all knew that none felt it more deeply than the Duke turned King. But time was running out, and he could feel it. Edward had a choice to make.

"I've been urged to ask your hand in marriage." He finally answered. "And, if the way we met had been different, I would have in a heartbeat. But... Princess, it would be a disservice in the highest manner to ask you to leave your parents, your homeland, and your dreams behind for a broken man who doesn't know if his heart will ever mend... Let alone feel again. Please, don't think that I haven't enjoyed your company. Because I have. It's... It's been the lightest I've felt since before my sister and her husband died. It's the first time I've almost wanted to smile, to laugh. But I can't take your future from you. You deserve all the best the world can offer. You deserve a prince, a real king. Not a last resort like me."

Edward swallowed thickly and tried to blink away the tears building in his eyes. "I'm a failure, Princess. I've failed my parents, my sister. I'm sure to fail these people. I don't want to drag you down with me. I want to at least say that I didn't fail one person."

#Threads {Edward} #V; Until You're Home Again #V; Everything In My World #Rapunzel #amantesmultorum #Death Tw #Death Trigger Warning #Grief Tw #Grief Trigger Warning

[ilkkijangege]

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So after nearly 3 years, I saw him again at our work Summer Party on the 30th of September.

I really did not expect to see him there. I'm certain he saw me but I didn't say hi to him at all. It's too awkward.

Anyways, all the what ifs came back to me and man has it been a whirlwind.

I've completely moved on and I do wish him happiness, whether he's in a relationship or not.

We'll be back to the office by the 15th of December but idk how much run ins we'll have because we'll be working at opposite sides of the office, unless they change the seating arrangements haahha but oh well.

He hasn't changed one bit. I wish I had said hi but too late now ahahhah

Byeee

......

17 October

So today, I found out that he's returning back to the office on Monday, the 23rd and I honestly expected him to WFH til December. I was going to volunteer but I enjoy WFH still so I'm waiting til December.

But I keep thinking, what if I volunteer early so we can have moments while the office is quiet? 🤣

Charrrr

......

20 October

Well, guess whaaattt???

I checked our seating arrangement in the office and it looks like he is sitting beside me ☠️☠️☠️☠️☠️

I swear that seat was empty last week and I was shook, I thought I was imagining it 🤣🤣🤣

Oh gosh gonna be so awkward now will it.

I wonder what he thought when he saw me beside him?? 🤣🤣

But I am sure that the seating arrangement will change again, I just have a feeling. I should ask hahaa

But I'd be relieved if we do change ahaha

......

25 October

Update: we're moving to the other building 🙄🙄🙄

He's probably going to leave soon since the other building is way out for him.

Meaning, our seat assignment will also change 😂

......

4 November

Wow, it's been a whole minute since I last dreamt of him. I dreamt that he left the company.

Though, I honestly think he could leave cos the other office would be too far for him but we shall see.

......

13 December

So today was my first day back in the office and I did not expect to see him so casually.

He's definitely gained weight especially in his face.

We didn't say hi to each other but maybe one day.

........

19 December

So I was sick since Thursday and came back to work today.

I swear to God he kept using the toilet in our section today like fam you have one in your corner 😂 I mean to say that I probably saw him (from afar) like 3 times today. We still haven't said a word to each other 😂

But he's been such a turn off lately because his quality scores haven't been good 😂 like fam kasi if di mo ako ni-reject, tinulungan pa sana kita at naging inspiration mo ako to do well in life CHAROT ayan tuloy pinag uusapan ka sa work 😂

.......

4 Jan

Let me share something funny 😂

So we were literally inches away earlier in work but he didn't say hi, like fam if ayaw mo ako kausapin edi wag 😂

Tapos we have this community blackboard thing. 2 weeks ago, I wrote " the QAs are watching" and my sistar told me he overheard Chad tell her SME about it and how there was a response to it: NO. Like out of all the things written there, you pointed that out? Ahahah that was the work of Bianca 😂

......

6 Jan

So today, I saw that Chad is going to be put on an action plan. Like damnnn di ka ba nahihiya senior analyst ka tapos your scores are shite???

Also GG told me that he thinks Chad is gay, like we were on the same team for a long time but he said it only clicked with him recently. He said like the way he talks is just so off 🤣 I told him if he could do more digging around that would be great so I can have much more of a closure like sealed in an envelope and stamped kinda thing 🤣

I mean Niel has always told me that he could be gay but he just never came across to me as one. He wasn't manly manly but he likes boy stuff like Spiderman, boy-ish video games and basketball. The usual things 🤣. Also he does hang around with straight men in work. (Which I wonder if he's ever told them that I had asked him out.) And okay, as I am writing it, I suddenly remembered his profile picture on our old workplace chat. It was Peter Griffin with long nails, so maybe he could be gay???

GG also told me he just seem non sexual/asexual to him 🤣

I mean if he is gay then I guess that's the closure I need 🤣 kasi it made me question my worth, di nya lang pala ako type 🤣

.....

16 Jan

So it's been 2 years since I got rejected by him. I'm super over him but of course I still joke about and do mention him a lot 😂 but honestly, I would feel terrible if i like him again, he's shite like ahaha buttt i don't understand why we cannot be civil with each other haist

.....

18 Jan

So I kept seeing him today (DUH) but there was a point where he literally sat beside us QAs during lunch with his friend but immediately got up and left 😂😂😂

Then he was in the kitchen with GG and I wanted to talk to GG but I couldn't

Then I went to the kitchen again a few hours later AND HE WAS THERE AGAIN LIKE FAM

I should say hi whenever he's alone the next time cos like....

.....

23 January

HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA we got on the same lift today after lunch. I really wanted to say "Hi" but he went on his phone when he saw me.

I was with another QA (his QA btw) but it was still very awkward 😂

Hay Chad, let's forget the past and let's talk 😂

......

7 February

So yesterday was a bank holiday in Ireland. i was technically not supposed to be working but I did so I hid from the analysts and booked a dat office on the 5th floor.

He was on the early shift so he should have finished by 4. I went down to the our microkitchen in the 3rd floor and I saw him on one of the couches and I had to do a double take cos i was so confused as to why he was still there?? He was watching something on his phone but idk what it was ahahah

But another week, another silent treatment. 😂

........

8 February

I had a dream about him but I forgot but we were on speaking terms.

But!!! Today, for the first time, we crossed each other, like I was walking back to my desk and he was coming out of the toilet. I think we locked eyes briefly, I wanted to smile at him buy I got shy 😂

I mean sya rin naman dapat nag hello, bakit ako? 😂

Am I really over him?

AISH HI IT'S ME I'M THE PROBLEM IT'S ME

.......

13 Feb

Lol tumawa ako ng malakas and i could have sworn napatingin xa sa direction ko ahahah (he was using the standing desk feature and i can see him from like 20 feet away from my desk)

......

9 march

So I heard he applied for the SME role and today, GG told me that he interviewed for it. I'm seriously surprised that they are actually considering him for it 😂

But man, if he gets it parang wtf tlga.

(I also found out that he is now an aspiring full stack developer 😂 ok bro 😂)

[ad-sanandum]

death and relief

tw; going to be a heavy topic. these words have been eating away at me for the past, i don't really know when - i guess these thoughts just slowly came to mind and it's hard to pinpoint exactly when i started feeling this way.

it. is. suffocating. i cannot breathe, i feel like i have once again, regressed to a little girl. when you had to stay at the covid isolation facility for 2 weeks, i felt this sense of... relief. for the first time in my life. not exactly happiness (that would be a stretch), but i just felt like a 100 pound weight had been lifted off my chest. i could breathe! i felt free. i could do whatever i wanted, without you watching and questioning every thing i did. and when you came back, i felt SO guilty for not feeling happy. i felt like my personal vacation had been cut short. and trust me, i felt so guilty feeling this way.

yesterday, i had a dream that you died. i cried so much. i woke up, on the verge of crying. but.. i didn't exactly feel a sense of relief when the nightmare was over. when i dreamt that my mother had died, i felt this huge and inexplicable wave of relief upon waking up. i was crying when i woke up, but i felt extremely relieved and thankful that she was still around. when i saw her in the morning, it was like looking at her with a fresh set of lens. i was so thankful and glad to see her well and living. weirdly though, when i woke up from that dream last night, i felt sad, yes, but i didn't feel the same way i did from the dream about my mother. why?

please trust me when i say that i am not proud of feeling this way. i am ashamed of feeling like this, i really am. it's something that i'll probably keep to myself for a long, long time to come. but i don't think i'm lying to myself when i say that i think i'll feel relieved when you pass on. and please don't get me wrong, i love you. i do. i have very fond and dear memories growing up with you. you love me a lot, and i do know it. honest. and i will miss you so very much when you leave. which is why i've been praying for your (and everyone else's) salvation, so that death will not be the end and that we can meet again with Jesus. even though things are strained between us now, but please know that i still love you very much. which is why it pains me so much to even think that i'll be relieved when you're gone.

but it's the truth. i think this really hit me when i watched that episode of Stranger Things when Vecna confronted Max as to how she felt relieved when Billy died. and i think that's when i was forced to confront my subconscious thoughts - and that's when they became part of my conscious thoughts (and it's hard to run away from them).

i remember there was a period of time when i felt really stifled and sick of going over to mama's place everyday to have lunch and dinner. i knew she loved me, and i loved her a lot back then too, but i just felt so suffocated and i dreaded having to go over there. even though i was a socially awkward and soft-spoken teenage girl, i still wanted my own freedom and choice to eat whatever, whenever. after a while, i gradually went over lesser and lesser, and then i stopped. sometimes i do struggle with this - should i have chosen to spend more time with her, go over more, or heck, everyday even? but honestly, looking back, if i was forced to go over everyday until she passed away, i'm afraid that i would feel more relieved than sad when she passed away.

these are heavy topics, and i wish i could talk to James, my counselor at KTPH, about this. but i've been doing really well and i haven't met him at all since the year started. he taught me to work though my emotions, and that they are completely valid. i used to have this habit of shutting off emotions that i felt were 'bad'. maybe i should listen to them this time.. i don't know. i'm just exhausted, suffocated, and i want out.

[akane171]

While I'm not disagreeing (Obi-Wan and Anakin's friendship will forever be one of my all time favourite things), Padme and Anakin's relationship wasn't actually that bad if you've watched the Clone Wars Series, cause the show spent much more time on establishing the characters and their development and dynamics with others🤔🤔🙈

Haha, yess, I agree, no changing minds😌

Juuup😭😩😭😅

Uhm...Sorry?😅 If it makes you feel better, I have to admit I feel like reseaeching that, too😂🤷🏻‍♀️🙈

Waaaait, hold your horses! I DI NOT make him suffer for centuries only to die in vain! He basically got to tell the whole Multiverse "fuck you" AND he died saving the present Version of our Heroes PLUS ensuring a HEA for his and Kara's younger selves AND he got to reunite with HIS Version of Kara 😌😅 Plus, it's an AU I never wrote, can't be blamed for anything😏😎 

About the angster part: Well, after much reflection I can admit I had my angsty moments but I'm totally gonna blame that on the way the show made them and Karamel both being the too selflessly stupid, tragic character kind 🤷🏻‍♀️😂 I'm just working with what's already been established😉

(Oh, apropo AU ideass, I was inspired for another AU today, but as it would heavily spoil Doctor Strange in the Multiverse of Madness I probably shouldn't voice it right now😅🙈)

It's not excusing myself, just stating facts to right your misconceptions😉😉😂😌

Yeah, I think I've wanted enough about how the only good thing was Malec and other side characters and the potential of the world building to last you a few lifetimes, too, sorry😂😂😅😅🙈

...Fanfics never cease to amaze me🤷🏻‍♀️🙈😂

Ohhh, right, Hunger Games, I forgot it was written like that, too🤦🏻‍♀️😅 Well, tbh, I only really liked the first book anyway🤷🏻‍♀️🙈

Uff, that sucks😖 But I know what you mean, it's even worse when you've read the original and have all these expectations and favourite moments that get screwed over😭

Yeah, probably 😅 Can't believe people get payed for pulling stupid shit like that🤦🏻‍♀️ ...Okay, no, I CAN believe it😅🙈

Aww, you cheered?😅😂 I honestly thought it was sad cause Jake JUST got to be happy and hope for the best and BAM! Everything he hoped and dreamt of for them was destroyed...😔😔😭😭 And poor Quentin, just a kid😖

Oh, true, I forgot about variations and mutations😂🤦🏻‍♀️ (Lol, can't believe I didn't think of that when the last few years in RL were full of them😂😂🤦🏻‍♀️🤦🏻‍♀️) Ohhh, Karamel in Zombieland😍😂 (Do you know the Netflix show "Daybreak"? That's basically another zombie show just that only non-adults survived and aren't zombies... And it's kinda a bit like a parody, so Teen!Karamel in that would be funny too😂)

Eh, well "annoying" in a "I love you dearly and am just doing this for fun so don't be offended" way😅 And well, "sweet"...That's one way to call it😅😩🙄 Ehh, no, not one in particular but I think the one most random (other than us coming up with just random-random nicknames that didn't have anything to do with our names at all) was basically hanging weird things behind my name😅 Like syntactical structures🤦🏻‍♀️😂 

Whaaaaaat? It means executioner in polish?!?!😱😱😱😍😍😍 That's SO cool!😍😍😍😱😱

Haha, thanks, you too!☺ But oh no, why did you overdo it?😅🙈😰

xxx

They were not bad in the series, but my brain was already affected by the movies. Also, please explain how teenage Padme have fallen in love with anakin while having OBI WAN in front of her very eyes.

So, if you want to paly this card aka saying you are not the angst queen becasue you didn't write the AUs then you can't use my not written AUs agains me. SAD FACT.

In a way point taken, but I think we can both agree that their endings make NO FUCKING SENSE and the writers and JQ were assholes and had no idea what to do with Kara since s3 (what btw, was confirmed on the UK convent some of the cast attended on this weekend).

(lol, no thanks, im going to watch it one day. Did you like the movie?)

The ghosts of kangaroos that are hovering arounf you right now have a different opinion, ReFail.

I think... Izzy and... uhm... dude with glasses looked promising? Aka kickass girl and a nerd guy, I kinda like this trope (if guided properly).

Yeah, fanfics are... everything. Like... I'm still amazed there are Mpregs. And that some people ship some ships i would never even consider (on the other hands, sometimes thanks to them I start ship some couples).

Oh? Only the first one? Can I ask why? I am not the biggest fan but liked them all in general. The last was... a typical "author doesn't really know what to do, so adds drama and bombastic shit", but still ok. And well, for once my kinda ship sailed, so.

Friendly reminder, SG producers, executives and writers were paid for season 6 :)))))))))))) so yeah, i can believe people can earn money for shit.

What can i say. I'm a horrible person and I cheer a lot when FICTIONAL characters I dislike die. And well, I think, because it happened under such circumstances and feel forced and rushed, I don't think they would stay together for long? I get trauams can bound people, but it's not a good base for a relationship and I think they were too different and didn't really have a common ground. But yeah, poor Quentin.

SHAME! SHAME ON YOU! But I don;t know the show, sounds like fun :D I thought maybe about karamel with kids trying to survive zombies or living in some post-apo world?Like in the King's The Stand.

LOL, that kind of friends, then xD

I know! That's why I like it so much xD

Because I had to ride to the service aka go downhill and then ride back. And the saddle is quite... hard. But I bought new one, so my ass should rest in a few days, keep your fingers crossed!

How much you are hyped for LW's new chap? I can't wait for her finally posting. Expect some screaming xD

Anyway, have a nice rest of the weekend!

Oh, and shit, I was suppossed to listen to some music, right? Sorry! Will do in the next anon!

btw, heard a song today and the lyrics fits our two idiots

#anons #ReFail

[zorosq]

midnight calls ; various

↻ pairing ↬ platonic!rayleigh x sabo x ace x zoro x gn!reader! (seperately)

↻ fluff, grammatical mistakes, familial relationship with rayleigh, mention of death (once), modern au and canon au

@saku-changgg asked: Helloooo! How are you? I hope you're not having a bad day (if you are I hope you feel better fast 🥺🤗🥰). This is my first time asking for a request lol and I'm kind of shy 👉👈 I just saw your other post about wanting to write about Rayleigh, Ace, and Sabo, are you still up for it? If yes, may I request for a fluff with the prompt "midnight calls". I don't really have a specific scenario in mind, for as long as it'll end up being all sweet/romantic I'm all good. And if it's not too much to ask, I hope you could also add Zoro bc I'm a Zoro simp (tho I enjoy reading fics of other characters, too). Oh and it's with a fem so/reader. Gosh I hope this isn't too much. And I'm in no rush, feel free to take all the time in the world writing it. 😁😊 Umm, that's all. Thank you so much! I enjoy reading your fics, btw. I look forward to reading more. 🥰💚💚

a/n since i dont write anything romantically for rayleigh (yet) he would be left off as a familial relationship instead and also gender neutral since i didnt mention any gender in this <3 p.s the rayleigh one might be childish but i've had that kind of nightmare before

rayleigh

hearing the soft ringing of his ringtone, rayleigh groaned, being disturbed by a call so late. but when he sees the caller, his annoyance was washed away as quickly ad it came. "h-hey, rayleigh," you spoke timidly.

he could hear the slight shakiness in it, indicating that you had either just cried or maybe had a nightmare. "sorry to call you so late... it's just that, i can't sleep,"

he hummed. "do you want to talk about it?" he asked as he lays comfortably on his back. you broke down into tears, thinking back at the night terror that was hunting you earlier in your sleep. "it's just that... i dreamt of you! and you ― you died in it!" you couldn't even finish the rest of your sentences. it was all so scary that you just didn't want to think of it.

"it's just a nightmare okay? it's not real. do you want to come over here tonight? shakky can make you something to calm down," you could hear the female hummed. "yeah, that would be nice. thank you, rayleigh," you smiled, feeling a little bit calmed.

his comfort might have been simple, but you just needed reassurance. and he get that.

sabo

the blond-haired male could hear the gentle knock to his door. it wasn't unusual for him to stay up late till midnight due to his position in the revolutionary.

but when he heard your voice calling for him from the other side of the door, he was concerned immediately. "y/n? you okay?" he quickly bombarded you with questions while ushering you inside.

"it was nothing... do you think i can sleep here? i missed you," you replied. it was true. even though he doesn't have any mission at the moment, he was making himself busy by helping dragon with the reports and some other stuff little by little.

sabo cleaned his table, putting everything neatly back to its places. "hmm... i missed you, too. sorry that i haven't been spending time with you even though i don't have a mission," the male apologize.

he pulled you towards the bed, laying the two of you under the blanket on his single bed. his blond curls fell graciously on the pillow, making him look ethereal. no― he would still look angelic no matter in what form.

he cuddled you closer to him, kissing the side your neck before pulling back, making an eye contact with you. when he smiled, it was contagious that he also got you smiling.

and before you know it, the two of you fall deep into slumber.

ace

his footsteps grew louder and finally stopped in front of your room. the knocking at the door rouse you awake. you groaned as you woke up from your slumber. "y/n? hey, it's me,"

your eyes were wide opened at the sound of the owner's voice. you scrambled out of your bed and made your way towards the door. the sight before you made your heart ache. "ace? what's wrong?"

"can i come in first?" he asked. you ushered him inside and closed the door behind you. the two of you sat on the bed with your hand holding his comfortingly. he could tell that you were concern about him due to his slight red eyes. "i was thinking about luffy and sabo..." he confessed, blushing slightly from embarrassment. "why are you embarrassed about it? nothing's wrong thinking about your loved ones," you squeezed his hand.

"i just missed them. especially sabo..."

you pulled him into a hug, resting his head onto your chest which he snuggled into. "do you want to sleep with me tonight?" you asked. he just hummed and pulled you until the two of you were laying on the bed.

"i'm sure you'll meet with luffy again soon... after all, he's almost 17 right?" you said, kissing his nose lightly. "thank you, y/n,"

zoro

the green-haired male yawned as he kept looking out the window. the knock on the floor brings him back to reality. "oh, it's just you,"

you fully climbed up the ladder and took a sit beside him. his arm was quick to went around you, hugging you sideways. "what's up? it's not like you to come up here this late," zoro said. "is it wrong of me to visit my boyfriend?" you countered. "nah... it's just weird," his lips quirked upwards into a smirk.

you mirrored his smirk before chuckling. he cup your cheeks before pulling you into a kiss. the kiss was short yet full of passion. "need to recharge," he muttered against your lips before kissing you again.

his kisses left you breathless, making you to pull away unwillingly with how addicting his lips are. when he forced you to pull away, you were chasing after his lips, hearing a deep chuckle from him. "i'm not about to let you die from my kisses,"

"doesn't sound like a bad way to die..." you smiled. his arm around you tightens, pulling you closer to his side so that you would snuggle into him. "sleep," he said ― more of a command than a reply. his eyes saying, i know without him even voicing it.

you just had a nightmare yet again. and he hadn't forced an answer out of you. he knows that when you're ready, you would tell.

"goodnight," he mutters, leaving a kiss on top of your head.

a/n finished! cant believe it 😭

#one piece scenario #fluff #one piece #one piece fandom #one piece fanfiction #fluff headcanons #straw hat crew #pirate hunter zoro #roronoa zoro #rayleigh x reader #silvers rayleigh x reader #silvers rayleigh #ace x reader #ace x you #portgas d. ace #sabo x reader fluff #chief of staff sabo #one piece sabo #sabo the revolutionary #sabo x reader #zorojuro #modern au

[missymurphy1985]

The Mistake - Part 12 (Cillian Murphy X fem!reader)

Warnings - mentions of Post Natal Depression / angst

Taglist @queenshelby @margoo0 @being-worthy @peakyscillian @peakyciills @janelongxox @elenavampire21 @ysmmsy @cloudofdisney @lauren-raines-x @misscarolineshelby @screemqueen @peaky-cillian @misselsbells06 @datewithgianni @heidimoreton @jardinsecos @bitchwhytho @gypsy-girl-08

A gentle stroke of your cheek woke you from the deepest sleep you could ever remember having. You opened your eyes and saw it was Leah stroking your face.

"Hey..." You croaked, pulling yourself up in your bed.

"Feeling any better?"

"I think so. How long was I asleep?"

"About ten hours. Straight through the night."

"Ten hours? Where's - "

"He's fine, Cillian's took him for a walk with Pad about an hour ago."

"I haven't fed him?"

"Cillian gave him formula, y/n... He just didn't want to disturb you.."

"No, no, it's fine... He ate. That's the most important thing, right?" Suddenly your world felt clearer. You felt able to think straight for the first time in a week. It was as though a fog had been lifted. There was still a haze, a fine mist clouding your vision slightly, but you felt much more stable than you did the night before.

"Y/n, you have to promise me something.."

"What?"

"If you ever feel like that again, you tell someone? I can't lose you too..."

Your eyes watered as you pulled Leah into a hug.

"I promise. I'm sorry..."

"Don't be sorry - you're scared. That's okay. I'm scared of being a mum too. But we get to figure it out together, don't we? Like we always have? You and me against the world, that's how we've always done things, since mom and dad died, right?" She had a panic to her voice as she melted into your arms.

You held out your left arm and she held out hers - the words tattooed forever, "Always Have," on you, "Always Will" on hers.

"You and Cillian then? You kept that quiet," she smiled, wiping her eyes.

"I know. It was just a fling, you know? It wasn't serious."

"It just got pretty serious, y/n."

"Didn't it just."

A pause, then you both laughed. Foreheads pressed together, chuckling, and she took your hand. Placing it on her bump, she let you feel your nephew kick.

"I wish you could have had this with me too, you know?"

"What, the swollen ankles and stretch marks? No thanks sis, I think I've suffered enough, don't you?"

She glared at you and swiped your head, and you both heard the front door open. She looked at you to gauge a reaction and you simply got up out of bed and stretched.

"No more moping. No more sinking. No more being scared. It happened. This is reality. I have a son, and he needs me to be strong, doesn't he?"

"Yes he does, but you can't let yourself run on empty again. Cillian's here, you're not alone, you know?"

You nodded, and headed into your living room where your son was in Uncle Paddy's arms, stirring a little. Cillian was attempting to put the pram down, and failing miserably, making you chuckle.

"Are you okay?" He asked, seeing you in the doorway to the living room.

"Yeah, I'm okay," you smiled, and he walked over to you. Pulling you close, he took your cheeks gently in his hands and kissed you softly.

"We can do this, can't we?"

Paddy walked over with your baby, and held him out for you to take him. You held him in your arms, your eyes casting over his tiny features. The way he scrunched up his eyes and nose as he dreamt. His little fingers gripping yours. The little yawns and gurgles as he started to wake up.

And you felt it.

The overwhelming need to protect him. To love him. Tears fell down your cheeks as he opened his eyes and looked up at you. A look of absolute wonder across his little face, and your eyes knew it was wind, but your heart saw a smile.

Looking up at Cillian, you quickly kissed him.

"Yeah we can. We definitely can. I'm sor -"

"Zip it. You've nothing to apologise for."

"Okay. But you look like shit. Go to bed."

"I'm fine!"

"Sleep last night?"

"Not much..."

"Bed. Go. I'll wake you in a few hours."

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Paddy had gone to work, and Leah stayed with you and your baby for a few hours while Cillian slept. You were grateful for the help. Even though Leah hadn't had her baby yet, she had read every baby and parenting book on the planet, plus her experience as a nursery nurse - she helped with everything. Giving you tips and advice. Showing you how to mix the formula, how to wind him, changing his nappy, how the microwave steriliser worked... All of it seemed much less of a minefield now.

And you actually believed yourself - you could do this.

"He needs a name, don't you think?" Cillian's voice behind you in the kitchen while you put the kettle on made you jump. Leah was in the living room with the baby, who was sleeping soundly in his bouncer.

"He does. I have no idea."

"A good, strong Irish name."

"Absolutely."

"What was your Dad's name?"

"Michael."

"That's his middle name sorted then."

"You'd do that?"

He nodded and wrapped his arms around you, kissing your neck. You melted into him, and he swayed you both gently.

"Aidan." You said, suddenly.

"No, my name's Cillian..." You swatted his arm and turned around.

"No you tit - Aidan Michael Murphy. That's his name."

"My surname eh?"

"Well you are his Daddy."

"Deal, as long as your surname matches one day, yeah?" He winked and walked out of the kitchen to go and see his boy.

#cillian murphy #cillian smut #cillian x fem!reader #cillian fanfic #cillian x smut #cillian murphy x smut

[ackermanslov4r]

A fic where reader is erwin's sister and before he dies he tells levi to take care of her and levi protects her but he also falls in love (btw this is the first ask I've sent to anyone in this fandom_ I'm a member here) but I also fell in love your writing 💕🌹

thank you 🥺!! ily I tried my best I hope you will like it! i loved writing this so so much ,i hope i made justice to your idea

“please levi,take care of her “

Erwin let Levi with two missions : killing zeke,and protecting his sister.

He failed the first one,or at least,didn’t fulfill it yet. Which let him with the second one,protecting y/n smith ,taking care of her. While this mission seemed more easy than killing a titan,Levi will have gracefully chose to fight a beast titan everyday to escape it,at least at first.

He wished to avoid y/n after her brother’s death,her face and personality being too similar to his,and this only reminding him of his loss. But,as the days passed, as he saw y/n fall apart,the weight of her sadness slowly breaking her, Erwin’s words were the only thing Levi was able to think about.

« Please Levi...You know her,or at least you’re the one who knows her better. You saw how every death affects her. How is it going to be if she lose her own brother ? Please Levi,take care of her. »

And,since then,because of his respect for Erwin,Levi became the secret gardien angel of y/n Smith.

....

It wasn't an easy task. He had to be careful and stay discret about it,knowing damn well that if y/n learnt about her brother's last request,she'll ask Levi to leave her alone and tell him that "she didn't need him". Which was pretty false since she had the habit to get in trouble almost everyday,always bumping into the wrong person,causing her to be the subject of their anger.

She also inherited of her brother's enemies. Since they couldn't get revenge on Erwin anymore,many of them thought that,if they couldn't kill the brother,they'll have the sister. But when any of them tried to touch even a bit of her hair,they had Levi Ackerman on their back in the space of a second,and died on the next.

Levi was more exhausted than he used to be at the end of his days. He was maybe protecting her too much,always being near her and intervening whenever he felt like she might get hurt,physically or emotionally. But he couldn't stop himself,his protective Ackerman instinct taking the lead of his thoughts.

The most challenging part of his mission was to protect y/n from herself. Making sure no one hurt her or that she wasn't include in a risky mission was easy for him,but taking care of her was something else. He never did that to anyone,except maybe to his old best friend Isabel,but this experience happened too long ago for him to still know how to act around someone who's sad.

At first,his behavior was pretty awkard,his acts sometimes causing more damage to y/n's mood. He felt useless ,not knowing what to do ,only being able to bring her a cup of tea. He couldn't comfort her with words,he knew that he wasn't good with these and he'll probably end up saying something harsh that will hurt her. Levi Ackerman could exterminate at least fifty titans without being exhausted,but he was left without weapons and solution to face the problem that was y/n .

But after a while,and some talks with Hange,he finally managed to bring some comfort to his dead friend's sister. He would randomly spend time with her,remaining silent or talking about a book he read,trying to keep her mind away from her memories. He gave her more works,knowing that it'll distract her. He brought her cups of tea on the daily,sometimes drinking his with her,and he slowly,with a lot of times,started to enjoy her company more than the one of anyone.It was strange to think that this girl he was so annoyed to spend time with at first slowly became the one he was looking after when he came into a room.

He stopped looking after and taking care of y/n because of his promise to Erwin,and started to do it because he wanted to.He didn't know if his feelings toward her where the one of a brother,friend or more,and he didn't want to think about it,the last possibility being too scary for him. He haven't even told her yet about her brother's last words,the fear of her turning her back on him and taking her distance stopping him from even thinking about it . He didn't know when she started to,but it seemed that y/n had the ability to turn Levi Ackerman into a weak man .

....

However,as time passed,their relation growing stronger and closer,y/n started to ask more questions about how her brother's last moments went. Levi always tried to avoid the talk,changing the subject,not answering or simply leaving the room . Y/n first thought that it was a too painful memory for the captain,but she soon realized that it was maybe something else. Levi didn't seem sad when she was asking him her questions,he seemed more...awkward,scared,stressed,ashamed and a bunch of other feelings she couldn't put a name on . So,after some thinking,she decided to confront him,her need of answer growing too strong for her to be able to wait until he decide to tell her what she deserved to hear,it probably being the last thing she needed to end her mourning.

She organized everything,wanting to be sure that he won't be able to avoid her request once again,and,one day,when he came to take some tea,she locked the door and confronted the black haired man.

"Levi.I'm going to ask you this question one last time,and i except an answer.What ...How...What did Erwin said before dying ?"

He remained silent,his eyes staring at his tea. He tried to act like he didn't heard,but the sudden clench of his jaw was denying it.

"I need to know Levi,please.I know that it'll help me"

"And what are you going to do if i don't answer ? "he suddenly asked,still not looking at you

The question took you by surprise and you thought for a few seconds before answering.

"I...I'll probably take my distance. I don't want to,but i don't see why...why you won't tell me. Maybe it's selfish of me,but Erwin his my brother,i deserve to know."

Levi eyes met yours,and you swore you could see fear in them. He didn't want to let you know because he was afraid you might think he spent all this time with you because of Erwin,and not because he truly cared about you,but if you ended up leaving if he remained silent,he might as well tell you the truth. With a sight,he put his tea cup on the table,and proceed to tell you everything. You remained silent,eyes opened in shock,tears filling them. You didn't say anything until he got to the promise part,to the moment he agreed to protect you. Your face turned blank and it felt like your heart was being beat up.

"Wait...So all these years...All these moments together...All this time,when I thought you were being caring because you had some sort of sympathy for me,it was because of Erwin ?"

It shouldn't have hurt like that,but you almost felt betrayed. Thinking your brother last thoughts were about you being safe and protected warmed your heart,but thinking that Levi hadn't been sincere this all time,only staying with you because of his honor,was the mort hurtful thinking no one ever did to you.

"No ! "he shooted,his voice being so loud that everyone probably heard him. He seemed hopeless,his whole body tensed by the fear of losing you. It's only in this moment,when you were ready to turn you back on him,that Levi realized the intensity of his feelings for you. It wasn't the love a brother give to his sister,or the love you give to a friend. It was the type of love you only gave to one person,the type he never wanted to feel but managed to without noticing it.

« I...Yes,at first ,yes I was doing it because of Erwin. But not any more. It’s been years since I stopped. »

You didn’t seem to believe him,the tears your were trying to hold ruining on your cheek whiteout you noticing. He hated it,he hated being the reason you cried,but he couldn’t think of a way to make you stop and believe him. Or,more exactly,he knew one and didn’t want to put it in action.

« Why didn’t you tell me sooner then? If you really had stopped doing it for my brother,why didn’t you tell me everything ? »

« Because ...Because ... » he was stuttering on words,your presence and his stress making him lose control. He was playing with his hands,his breath locked into his throat,and it was the first time that Levi Ackerman looked this vulnerable.It made you reconsider your anger,and a strange idea appeared in your head. What if ...No it couldn’t be.

« Because ? » you asked,your voice so low he wouldn’t have heard it if his intention wasn’t concentred on you.

« Because I...I started to...To ...I.. »

His eyes were begging you to understand,but your own mind was too confused by all the things he could mean,and you wanted,you needed to hear what he meant. The realization that he’d had to say it ,to put words into this thing he tried to avoid for so long ,hit him,and,in a low voice,he said very quickly :

« Because I fell in love with you. »

Your eyes opened in shock and you were left breathless. Your heart was pounding into your chest. So,you hadn’t dreamt all these years ? You were right about the way you thought he felt about you?

« It’s okay if you don’t feel it back. It’s okay . I’ll...I’ll leave you alone. Goodbye ,y/n. »

His eyes were shut to the floor,and with the saddest expression you ever saw him with,he went to the door ,ready to leave. When he started to open it,it was like you finally took control of your body again,and you grabbed his arm,making him look at you with surprise.

« I love you too Levi. »

#attack on titan #levi ackerman #levi ackerman headcanons #aot hcs #captain levi #levi headcanons #anime #levi ackerman x reader #levi ackerman x you #levi aot

[cryptiql]

untitled god song

pairing: bakugou/m!reader (trans reader in mind you can see it if you squint but can also be read as cis)

words: 2k

warnings: themes of religious trauma, homophobia, mentions of blood, the author projecting their mommy issues

a/n: this is purely self indulgent, don't mind me 😩✋ (written in first person)

i wish i had known him before the pain started. perhaps it is a fools dream to think that his presence would have solved anything, and it is likely that he might blown me sky high at the time, if given the chance, but i often ponder his place in my narrative. he is nothing less than a king—nay, a god—and what else am i to be except his humble servant, adoring him in the only way i've been taught?

i would bruise my knees as i kneel for him, and should he turn me away, i shall be lost and without purpose. but he does not, and instead, he snorts out a laugh and pulls me to my feet, roughly squeezing my cheeks together with a shit-eating grin. he'll tell me a joke i've heard a thousand times, and yet i laugh with him anyways, the pads of my fingers idly tapping the pulse on his wrists.

"dumbass, at least take me out to dinner first."

i never thought i'd ache to hear such a demeaning nickname, but it's like birdsong to my ears, and i long for the myriad of butterflies it provokes.

i would heed his every word like a faithful disciple, and—if i knew he would not use this power for the wrong reasons—carry it out without question. he'll roll his eyes at the notion, far too prideful at the idea of being praised, and card hands through my hair, gripping softly. "right. and if i told you to go to bed before five in the morning, would you listen?"

my smiles are genuine, as they all are with him.

"no." i wish my mother had been more open-minded; more loving to those she claimed were goners. maybe then, i could still call her my mother, and not a snarled version of her first name steeped in vinegar. maybe she could have met him, and maybe she would have keeled over in the process, but that is how we put it "killing two birds with one stone".

he was a fallen angel if ever i saw one—emblazoned in smog and ravenous inferno, the pieces of child-like innocence turning to ash. something happened to him when he was a kid, just as all gifted children, and oh, what a fool i was to let my gaze dawdle on his gorgeous form. but i will never regret it—no, not ever—for there is no such feeling that can compare to his eyes on mine, burning with a mind-fogging intensity.

it was instantaneous, the moment my thoughts turned on me with malicious intent, her voice ringing out like a gunshot.

you'll never be him.

his hand slots with mine perfectly; deliciously warm and comforting in a way i haven't felt in years; and hauls me up, the flecks of dirt and rubble from the road clinging to my jeans.

"watch it, pretty boy. i won't always be here to save you, y'know."

my heart batters against my ribs like a caged bird, screeching and wailing to be set free, and i wonder in a haze if i've died. judgement day must have come early, i think, not realizing that it was spoken aloud until the blonde quirks a brow inquisitively. he does not speak on the matter, but continues on his merry way, leaving my helpless; hopelessly enamored; and praying that we will meet again.

no, i could never be him. but i am like him. he has a sureness in his walk and fervor in the way he talks that is only recognizable when i look in the mirror. and we do meet again. it is a shame, however, that i must burden him with the weight of my past. i remember too often the troubles of my youth, even when all has passed into fleeting memories that haunt me as ghosts do to an abandoned house. yet, i still live in this house, and the ghosts are here to keep me company.

i remember the church, first and foremost; nestled between the barren country road and the outback; a beacon of hope to all those who stood in its doors. the luster of freshly polished wood still sits in my mind, accompanied by the echoing remnants of dulcet tones and multicolored bands of light, glaring from the stained glass windows and dancing across the musty carpet floor. the doddering pews were just as uncomfortable as the poorly padded chairs squatting in the front row, but every sunday, they were filled to the brim with hungry worshippers. they sang praise as though they were starved, but i was too young to understand for what. i am older now, and i still don't understand. all i know is that despite its reputation, the church was a cursed place, and i should never set foot in it again lest i go mad. i remember the creaking stairs which lead downstairs, and the winding halls that reeked of torment where shadows loomed. the paint was corroding and foul, and my conscious always loitered too long on the merlot stain on the ceiling; its origin unknown, but nevertheless urging my stomach to twist with nausea.

i remember the feeling of tall grass grazing my ankles; itching horribly from the old moth-eaten socks i was forced to wear. it had become second nature—running and hiding from my problems, from the church, from her. i shall never know a greater animosity than the likes that my mother encouraged, although unintentionally, with her pressuring views and sickeningly sweet smile. it's fake, and i would know, because ours are the same.

we are too similar, and i am sickened by the fact. will i become the wretched woman she is? will i fail to be the father i've dreamt of being? it is an easy thing to fall prey to haunting questions, and it serves as brain rot for every moment of silence that leaves me clawing at my skin, trying to reap the memory of her touch. then i began to think—about nothing and everything—and it does not stop. i will be kind; unforgivingly so, and without biased judgement; like my mother never was, and i'll make her hate me for it. i will grow in leaps and bounds, not for her sake or for god's, but for mine, as it always should have been. i will drink and curse with reckless abandon and kiss who i damn well please, because in no life does she have have the power to make me something i'm not. why should i feel sorry when the tears she wept were forged by my own blood; by the childhood memories locked away to rot in my subconscious? yes, she has suffered too, but it is through clenched teeth and raw-bitten lips that i must confess this, for her suffering was born in me and grew from a seedling into a thorned flower, nourished by her hatred and mine. she'll tell me the lie of all mothers before her: that she knows best, and i'll never know joy that is not from my savior's gracious hands.

one day, when she lies not with words but in silence, under worm-filled earth and withering pastures, i'll tell her that she was right. i'll tell her, with his hand in mine, that my savior arrived with hellfire in his eyes and fury unrelenting. his tongue holds venom that would make the devil blush, but he tastes of a sinful sweetness that i've drowned in more times than i care to count.

mother you should know, my god is like no other. he has a broad chest and muscles, i attest, that are sculpted like fine marble and smooth to the test.

my god is a man who loves other men, unashamedly; in all that is true; and kisses me like real people do. and i know it sounds silly, and a bit cliché, and he'd surely make a mockery of me if ever he heard, but i love him. i love him as passionately as you she does lord above, and it is a crime in itself how much i crave him, so yes, i will burn for this—not because my mother said so or by the ancient script that foretells it, but because i promise it. i promise to let neither hell or high water deter me from that which gives me life, and i'll do so with a ring.

"you hear that mom?" i'll whisper in the dead of night, his body flushed against mine in the most delightful way; his fingers curled into my nightshirt, pulling me closer as listless mumbles fall from his parted lips. he is dead to the world amid his dream ridden stupor, but still leans into my touch when i smooth back the wild tufts of hair to kiss his forehead.

"i'm gonna marry him." part of me wishes she didn't live on the other side of the planet, just so i could rub it in her face, but i won't give her the satisfaction of seeing me again. i won't let her think she's won, because i know, and katsuki knows, that he and i are one in the same.

i do not know who i should thank for my stubbornness, be it my mother or my father, so i will thank the pain they both caused me, for it made me stronger than they ever could. no, i did not become a better person, because the scars have yet to heal from how deep they cut, and the smell of blood still lingers, and i am angrier than i once was, but i cherish my wounds. the stench of my agony has long since been subdued, and i have learned to swallow the sickness it evokes. and yes, this anger is unhealthy and i've chosen not to purge it from my mind like the weed it is, but how lucky am i to have found one whose malice rivals my own?

the tales of his glory have littered my notebooks in smudged ink. you would hate him, is scrawled messily on the last page, but i only feel giddy with excitement. you would hate him for his spite and his unapologetic behavior, and that is why he's perfect. he's everything you hate about this world, but everything i love.

so when she gets to heaven and asks the angels "why?", they'll tell her it was him who made the devil cry. him, who held me like she should have—could have, if she hadn't terrified me—and who chased the nightmarish visions of her from my weary mind with his callous palms and soft-spoken reassurances. i wish i had known him when we were young; when things were not so simple and i needed a hand to hold; but i suppose we'll have to settle for faded photographs and stories told through the bitter aroma of alcohol. that's more than enough, i muse to myself, legs hooked over his as i rest my head on his shoulder, keening softly at the gentle scrape of his nails on my scalp. his arms wind around my waist as he mutters something along the lines of "i love you", his lips curling into a smile, illuminated by the televisions glow.

so when they ask of my religion, i will think of only him. i will recall the way he looks at me, the sound of my name on his tongue, the feeling of his lips trailing between the valley of my breast; featherlight, cautious and unfitting for a man of his nature. i've written songs of praise, all dedicated to him, and if only he knew, oh how smug he would be. but i love him, i love him, i love him. and when he spins me around like a marionette, it is with overwhelming pride and joy that i tell him this, and with rose hued cheeks and bashful grumbles, he tells me the same. so mother, wherever you are, i hope you know i've found my god.

#💥.katsuki #bakugou x trans reader #bakugou x trans male reader #bakugou x male reader #katsuki bakugou x male reader #male reader insert #mha x male reader #boku no hero x reader #bakugou x you #trans reader

[scarasimplysimping]

These Books Of You

Xingqiu x Adepti Reader

Sypnosis: A boy of noble blood and disciple to the Guhua Clan, Xingqiu has been reading books of the heroic adventures of an elusive adepti, [Y/N] ever since he was a little boy.

Now a bit older, he sets everything aside in a journey to meet you.

(A/N): I planned to put it all in one post but like it wouldn't fit. Part 2 link below.

"How long will you stay with me?"

"Forever."

Liar.

It was midnight. All of liyue was quiet and asleep except for a certain room where you could here the rustling sound of packing made by a young man eager to leave before dusk.

"Are you sure about this?" Chongyun asks, catching his breath after climbing his friend's window.

"Most definitely!" Xingqiu says excitedly as he picks out the books he would be bringing.

Chongyun furrows his eyebrows, "You don't even have a plan!"

"These books are my plan," The dark haired boy says in a wise tone.

"WHAT IS THAT SUPPOSED TO MEAN?!"

Xingqiu chuckles in response.

Chongyun begins to rant again. "Where will you go? Where will you search? What will you eat? What if you get mugged?"

Xingqiu laughs harder, "My friend, I appreciate your concern but I assure you. Nothing you say will change my mind. I will search all of Teyvat if I must."

"What if they don't exist? What if it's all fiction? Mere children's fairytales."

This makes Xingqiu stop in his tracks, contemplating the possibility for a few moments before coming to the conclusion, "They are real. I can feel it."

"And what of your family? Your brother?"

"I've left them a letter."

"What will they do with the letter? Teach it chivalry?" Chongyun says sarcastically.

Xingqiu does not bother to reply.

The exorcist sighs in defeat, "Xingqiu, if you don't come back alive, I will kill you."

"Then perhaps it's best if I don't come completely," He teases.

"Then I shall kill you right now and you won't get to leave at all."

The two friends bicker like this for a while until it is time for one's departure.

"Be careful, Xingqiu," Chongyun bids.

"I will. Make sure my family doesn't do anything rash while I'm gone."

The light haired boy rolls his eyes.

"Dear Chongyun, If in any case I don't come back, know that I've always appreciated your friendship."

And just like that, Xingqiu climbs out the window and disappears into the dark of night.

In the early afternoon, you sat peacefully, having tea with Cloud Retainer and Zhongli atop of Mt. Aozang. The breeze was nice and so was the view.

"It's a shame only we came to this tea party. It's been ages since we've gathered with the adeptus," The geo archon spoke.

"This is not a petty tea party. One has called a meeting to discuss the next move regarding a matter of great importance," Cloud Retainer retorted.

"And what might this matter be?" You ask while slouching on your seat, showing no interest.

"One has come to notice that ever since the incident of Osial's return and defeat, mortal's have come to One's domain asking for favors or offering goods much more times than One is comfortable with. The mortal, Aether has also-"

Cloud Retainer could not finish because the sound of your intentionally loud sigh interrupted her.

"Is the almighty Cloud Retainer scared of mortal affection and admiration?" You tease. Even Zhongli could not help but smile a bit.

Cloud Retainer threw you both a look that.. well you could only assume was a glare since she was in the shape of a bird after all.

The light-hearted argument continues until you here a soft grunting from a distance.

You all pause, listening as the voice becomes louder and louder and then, you see a hand grip the edge of the mountain, then another. A dark blue haired young man lifts himself up and throws himself onto the mountain surface, panting heavily.

"Oh.. Sweet.. sweet ground.," He says. You can almost hear him thank the Archons that he's made it this far.

"And what is your purpose of interrupting an important gathering?" Cloud Retainer's voice boomed.

Xingqiu blinked a bit before remembering why he was here in the first place. Quickly, he got up and bowed, still woozy from all the climbing. "I've been traveling for two days, seeking an adepti. I've heard that there's another adepti who lives here and I respectfully ask guidance in my journey," he says, still in a bowing position.

Zhongli recognizes him, "Xingqiu, are you not a little to far from Liyue Harbor?"

Xingqiu, in turn also recognizes the man but dares not question Zhongli's purpose. His only concern was finding you. "Please don't tell my family, Mister Zhongli."

You decide to entertain the mortal, "Well Xingqiu of Liyue Harbor, which adepti is it that you're looking for?"

Only then does he make eye contact with you, Xingqiu is taken in by your beauty. He stares a little too long before answering, "The heroic (Y/N)! The legendary adepti of great legends! They who saved thousands of lives and vanquished thousands more foes!" He says enthusiastically.

You are dumbfounded, never have you been sought after by a mortal for your heroic deeds. This was new. "And where do these legends come from?" You ask nervously.

"The books I've read! I've read every single one of the books that mention them."

Conveniently, you remember that time, thousands of years ago where you saved a family of writers who thanked you relentlessly and swore they'd write of your heroics.

While you are contemplating, Cloud Retainer speaks, "Look no further, mortal. The one you seek is here," She gestures to you.

You glare at her. "Is the mighty (Y/N) scared of mortal affection and admiration?" She mocks.

Xingqiu stares at you, trying to imprint this moment into his brain. "You... you weren't what I was expecting."

"And what were you expecting exactly?" You ask, offended.

"To be honest, I assumed you looked like a bird or fox! I was not expecting someone human and... beautiful." He says almost absent-mindedly.

Beautiful? As in attractive to a mortal's eyes? How dare he use such methods of flattery.

"How long will you stay with-"

Liar. Liar. Liar.

Zhongli and Cloud Retainer decide it was best for them to leave, they quietly dismiss themselves and leave you alone in this awkward situation.

The young man before you just stares at you with dazzled eyes.

"Now that you've found me, what do you plan?" You finally question.

Xingqiu stops for a moment. He didn't really think this far and didn't expect to find you so soon.

"I want to be your friend," Xingqiu blurts out.

You are again, taken aback by his straight-forwardness.

This was unnecessary. A mortal of such fleeting lifespan. How would this benefit you? This wouldn't benefit him either; you think to yourself. This is nothing but mortal entertainment. You had no interest in entertaining a mortal at your expense.

"I have no need for mortal company," You say firmly, all your nervousness replaced with a cold gaze.

"Please? I've dreamt of meeting you my whole life-"

"And now you have. Go."

"I swear to the Seven Archons I shall serve you well-"

"No!" This time, you raise your voice. "Go home," and with that, you vanish into thin air.

Xingqiu is sad and dejected,  even on verge of tears but he does his best to keep it together. "Very well," He quietly whispers.

Xingqiu, climbing down the mountain is several feet away from the ground when his mind wonders back to you and the harsh rejection. "Well it's not like an adepti to mortal friendship is common anyway. At least I got to meet them," He says, trying to look on the bright side. He assures himself that he will return.

Tears start bluring his vision and he takes a wrong step, causing him to plummet down and make a loud thump sound.

He groans in pain. For the most part, he was unharmed except for his right hand which was twisted in a weird position.

"Drat! Xingqiu, how pathetic can you be? You fall and just had to break your right arm, you're sword hand!" He scolds himself.

The good part of this was that it was nightfall now, if he was lucky, all the hilichurls around the area would be asleep and he could avoid combat.

Unfortunately, fate had other plans as he sees a hydro abyss mage that he could have sworn was not there before. And the abyss mage sees him.

Xingqiu curses and tries to make a run for it, but as he was still limping from the fall, the mage catches up to him and teleports in front of him. Xingqiu stumbles backwards. In a desperate attempt, he shouts your name. But the abyss mage wasn't going to wait for you to show up. The young man suddenly feels himself getting drowned. So was this it? Rejected by a childhood dream, almost fell to his death and was currently being drowned? What a weird day. What a sad way to die. It's almost poetic. Xingqiu was slowly beginning to lose consciousness, coming to terms with this tragic death when he felt the bubble burst, quite literally.

He fell to the ground, the last thing he saw was the vanishing particles of a defeated abyss mage and what appeared to be a silhouette of a person- Xingqiu was saved!... and falling unconscious.

After you rescued him, you hurriedly brought him to Wangshu Inn, blurting out to Verr Goldet that you almost let a mortal die.

You paced back and fourth at the terrace. While the vigilant yaksha, Xiao watches you with annoyance.

"What if he dies?" You ask frantically.

"You dressed his wounds quiet well. He won't die unless someone comes in and murders him," Xiao says as if trying to be comforting.

Xingqiu awakens from his slumber, body still aching. A cast of bandages was made in order to support his broken arm.

The door slowly opens, you walk in with some hot soup and set it on the bedside table. It didn't take him long to realize that you were the one who saved him.

"You're awake," You state the obvious but almost sigh in relief. "Despite the attack, you managed to go almost unscathed.. except for well, your broken arm."

"Thank you... You really are my hero," Xingqiu says, once again beaming at you.

"Don't come back to Mt. Aozang,"

"Wait- what?" His face falls. And all the feelings of being rejected earlier come back.

"If...," You hesitantly start, "If you must see me, then I spend one night a week at the statue of Pervases." This was a lie, of course. But you were willing to do as you said if that meant the mortal, Xingqiu would stop going through such dangerous measures in order to meet you.

As if like a switch, his bright smile returned almost instantly. "My liege, you won't regret this!"

"Drink your soup and meet me at the terrace when you're prepared to return for Liyue Harbor." You don't know why you say what you say next but it felt right, "and call me (Y/N)."

You shut the door behind yourself quickly, leaving Xingqiu alone in the room, euphoric.

"You should not get too close to mortals," Xiao warns once you reach the terrace.

"I will not."

"In the thousand that I've known you, never once have I seen you prepare soup for a mortal.. or immortal."

"That means nothing."

"And I suppose your made up visits to the statue of Pervases mean nothing as well?"

He had a point there."Don't eavesdrop on my conversations, Alatus."

He glares at the sudden mention of the name. "Their lives are fleeting, (Y/N). The peace at the end of their journey is just a thousand years of grief for us if we so choose to befriend them. I just warn you because I care for you," Xiao says before vanishing from your sight.

He was right. You knew that. Of all the adepti, Xiao knew you the most. He was there when the mortal part of you was taken away in exchange for eternal life, after all.

You loved once. But that did not end well.

"How long will you stay with me?"

"Forever."

Liar

Never again.

Shortly after Xiao's departure, Xingqiu arrives with that ever so charming smile.

Charming? Did you just think that? Right after promising yourself to solitude? Oh dear...

"I've prepared! Will we go on foot or will you fly us there? I must warn you I get motion sick-" He stops talking when he notices you taking steps toward him. You put a hand on his shoulder and Xingqiu's mind goes blank. Was this approval? Mutual admiration? Were you friends now?

"Close your eyes," You tell him.

To which he obeys without hesitation. He's read enough romance books to know where this is going. Xingqiu would be lying if he said he wasn't nervous but at the same time he was extremely excited. His train of thought is cut short when he feels a harsh gust of wind blow his way.

"You may open them now."

He does and to his surprise, the both of you are back at Liyue Harbor, specifically the bridge.

"We... teleported?" He asks, embarrassed of his thoughts just moments ago.

You nod. "This is as far as I'll go. Make it back to your residence carefully and get some rest."

"Can't you come with me?"

"No."

"I have a friend who-"

"No."

"We can grab some countryside delicacy-"

"No."

He sighs in defeat, "But I'll see you tomorrow night, right?"

"Perhaps."

Xingqiu, in a moment of elation and not thinking properly, abruptly takes your hand and places a kiss on your knuckles.

Realizing what he had done the dark haired boy glows red as apples and lets go as quick as he took hold of you. "W-well... good-bye then."

The boy leaves you dumbfounded once again.

Part 2

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#xingqiu x reader #xingqiu #genshin impact #genshin imagines #genshin x reader #genshin angst #genshin fluff

[terrm9]

Cieli di Toscana

Words count: 1 600

Author’s note: I love Italy and Italian language, I miss hearing it, I miss eating gelato and the sea and I like Bocelli. That’s it, that’s all you need to know to understand this fluffy useless piece. Also, I tried to translate that one line the best I can, but my Italian is mediocre at best, so if someone from Italy sees it - please, feel free to correct my translation and don’t hate me if I got it absolutely wrong.

Takes place some weeks after the OHSY Finale.

It was raining heavily as Chiara stepped into Ethan’s car, making her sigh. 

“This is absolutely terrible weather for a road trip,” she rolled her eyes dramatically, earning an honest chuckle from Ethan.

They weren’t going on a road trip. They were invited to attend a conference in New York and as much as Ethan hated those, the vision of three whole days with Chiara, out of reach of the chaos that’s been erupting in Boston ever since Edenbrook’s closing and its subsequent grand re-opening, was enough for him to make a decision to go.

The excruciating rate of their lives in those past few months has also been reason why Ethan decided to drive for four hours to New York. Four hours on their way back and another four on their way back, eight full hours of the two of them being next to each other without anyone else’s presence, with nothing better to do than to simply be together. Hell, even if Chiara decided to just sleep the whole time, those eight hours of her peaceful sleep would be worth the time spent in a car.

“Okay, if you don’t want to start with my playlist,” Chiara waved indefinitely with her phone in the hand, “you better have something else than an audio book to listen to.”

To be absolutely honest, Ethan wouldn’t mind listening to her playlist if that would serve her best, however he gestured towards the dashboard on Chiara’s side of a car.

“There should be some old CD’s in there.”

Opening a storage space of the dashboard, Chiara raised her eyebrow at him and exclaimed: “Some old what? Have you ever heard of the possibility of connecting your phone to the radio?”

Ethan resisted his urge to pinch the bridge of his nose as he was in the middle of overtaking a truck. He knew what was coming and that he didn’t dispose of any power that could stop it.

“I remember the times when the only way to listen to something of your choice in a car was to use a CD. I said they were old.”

Chiara rolled her eyes, not even trying to hide the smirk that found its way onto her face. Of course he would remember that.

“Remind me again, which dinosaur was your favorite? You know, since you were lucky enough to live among them.”

“This joke is getting old.”

He regretted the words the moment they left his mouth, knowing that they would backfire terribly.

“Yes, and so are you,” Chiara replied without missing a beat, her triumphant grin so wide Ethan was sure her cheeks hurt.

She grabbed the first CD, disapprovingly muttering under her breath.

“Vivaldi, Sinatra, Schoenberg, another Sinatra, Bocelli? I know this one,” she turned to him with Italian tenor’s album in her hand.

Ethan glanced at her quickly and nodded, encouraging her to develop her statement.

“My mom loves Bocelli, like really loves, loves. I remember when this particular album came out, I was maybe eight or nine at the time and my mom would listen to it on repeat, all day for two solid weeks,” she chuckled to herself at the memory and decided to put the CD into the radio, letting herself get lost in the memories of her childhood. “My dad was going crazy, always shutting himself in his study to listen to Queen or David Bowie. I would usually follow him and when I asked him why he didn’t tell her to turn it off, he’d just smile, shrug and say something about the music making my mom happy.”

Chiara listened to the first track, the melody all too familiar despite not hearing it for at least fifteen years. It sounded like her parents and home and love. The unconditional love her father always held for her mother, the one that grossed her out when she was a kid and caused her to have unfulfillable expectations from boys when she was a teenager.

She always dreamt of meeting a man that would love her that way, the man that would listen to the music he hated and she loved just because it would make her happy.

Shaking her head slightly to get herself out of the dangerous waters of her mind, the waters of nostalgy, the waters of infinite sadness she felt when thinking about her dad and her brother and how they would never get to decide if Ethan deserved their precious Chia, their light, she cleared her throat and read the title written on the plastic cover of the CD.

“Cieli di Toscana. Do you know what that means?” she turned to Ethan, thankful that the traffic kept him from noticing how lost she’s been for the last few minutes.  

"Skies of Tuscany," Ethan replied, not tearing his gaze of the road.

Chiara smiled to herself, her mind taking her back to all those documentaries she's seen about that part of Italy.

"They must be bewitching. Skies of Tuscany, I mean," she leaned further into her seat, the soft melody of second song making it easier to just imagine being there, far away from struggles Boston had in store for her. "Have you ever been to Tuscany?"

Ethan nodded, his sharp gaze melting slightly as his focus has been divided between driving and reminiscing his time in Europe.

"Once. I've been attending a conference with Naveen in Florence. I hardly had any spare time for sightseeing and yet the city managed to render me speechless as I walked its narrow streets."

Despite his efforts to find a better word for the city, all he could think about, back then in Florence, was how romantic its streets were. He could still remember how his whole body both loved and hated the atmosphere and how, when he surly muttered that it was city made for couples, Naveen would laugh and say: „If you are clever enough not to repeat my mistakes, you will come back with a woman of your life one day and belong to those scandalous couples.“

Another memory flashed in his mind, too bright and fresh for his liking. The one where, laying on the thick fabric of hazmat suit that protected his chest, tears streaming down her cheeks slowly, Chiara admitted that she regretted not travelling more while she could.

„I’ll take you there, when this chaos settles down and we’re allowed to take some time off. I’ll take you to Tuscany then,“ he said softly, quietly, pretending to concentrate on the road, which must have looked absolutely ridiculous as the highway was currently deserted. He hoped Chiara didn’t notice how flushed the back of his neck suddenly became.

She didn’t.

Chiara was biting her cheek, staring back and forth at Ethan and the road. Her own cheeks were colored in a bright pink color, the sincerity of Ethan’s words making her weak.

It wasn’t only the fact that he remembered about her dream of visiting Italy. It wasn’t even about the way he told her, that he would take her. It was the fact that planning his future with her came so naturally to him at this point, he didn’t even need to think about it.

Lost in her thoughts once again, Chiara didn’t notice how Ethan’s eyes widened few seconds into fourth song when the recognition hit him.

It was the song he liked the most, the song that he would listen quite often to back in the days when this album kept him company on the roads.

It was the song that, just like the city of Florence, used to make that small, almost negligible part of him wish that he had someone to share it with.

With the rain falling heavily on the windshield, Chiara couldn’t hear Ethan’s almost unaudible singing. She could’ve easily miss it, if she didn’t notice his lips moving.

„Are you singing?“ she asked, absoltutely shocked. She caught him humming various melodies sometimes, but never in her whole life would she believe to see Ethan Ramsey sing.

‚Scusi se mi innamorai in un istante di lei per

l'aria serena che ha.‘

„Absolutely not,“ he shook his head, the wave of heat on his neck becoming almost unbearable. „I am reciting the lyrics, at best.“

How cute, Chiara thought.

However, she didn’t want to ruin the moment and so instead of teasing him mercilessly, she asked: „What does it say? The part that you absolutely weren‘t singing.“

„Excuse me if I, in an instant, fall in love with her for the air of serenity she has. Very freely translated.“

„How do you know the lyrics so well?“

„I like the song.“

„Sure, liking the song is one thing, but knowing – and singing – the lyrics is another. Especially when the lyrics is as soft as this one. Is the song special to you?“

She tried to ask it as casually as she could, as if she was simply curious, when really, there was a hint of jealousy blooming in her chest.

Was the song special to him? Did he use to recite it to his first girlfriend trying to impress her?

The car stopped at the red light, giving Ethan a chance to finally look at the woman next to him fully.

„It is now,“ he nodded, smiling softly as he caressed her cheek with his thumb.

The expecting and so vulnerable green eyes staring back at him made his heart flutter. At this point, it was useless to pretened that he wasn’t utterly and terribly sappy when it came to her. Taking a deep breath, just before the red light turned to green, he whispered.

„The name of the song is Chiara.“

#open heart #open heart choices #open heart fanfiction #ethan ramsey #ethan ramsey x mc #ohsy

[idjitlili]

I, I will be king.(II)

Din Djarin x reader.

Part 1. Masterlist.

Summary:Din Djarins feelings get in the way,  when you reach your master once again.Din finally drops you off with your master, before he leaves for what seems for months. Second part and last part.

Word count:4497

Warnings: confusing? Honestly comparing din to a fridge isn't the best thing I've wrote.

A/n: OH AND this is the finished request for anonymous and @elkhead-art sorry it too so long.

As the sound of nothingness caused your eyes to slowly awake along with your consciousness, dark surrounded you. A small orange light was only to be seen outside. You were warm, and comfortable laying in a bed.  You recognised the texture of the blankets, the outline of the room. This wasn't anyone's room, it was yours.

Almost felt like you had dreamt the past few months, you had never left Luke, and never met the Mandalorian. But that was false, it had all happened, you were now back on Ahch-To. You had made it, you wondered if Mando was still here. 

On Ahch-To you lived in a small hut thing, so did Luke and so would Grogu. The island surrounded by water, no sand not much anyways, thankfully. Blue milk? We do not speak of that.

Soon enough you were wide awake,your feet had carried you outside, the atmosphere pitch black except the glowing orange in the distance where two figures sat.

"Luke?" The outlines of the bodies began to clear, it was clearly Luke and Mando with Grogu sat in his lap. Their heads turned to you, Luke's lips twitching up , he had stood up quickly making his way to you. "Padawan, I have missed you." Pulling you into a tight hug, his arms around your shoulders, you head dug into his chest. "What about no attachments, master?"

Scoffing Luke had placed his hands on your shoulders to look you directly in the eye. "That was very unwise, I told you to stay here for a reason, now you have months worth of teaching to catch up on."

"Sorry? I have learnt many lessons with the Mandalorian, we even met some other Mandalorians and guess what? They had met Anakin Skywalker , Obi-wan, when he was so very handsome, and Ahsoka. Plus, Mando has met Ahsoka , recently as well." You sat beside Mando, in front of the fire, Luke on one side and him on the other.

"Sounds like you had a good time, I hope you didn't have a great time." You weren't sure what Luke was trying to imply but you didn't care, your eyes had caught the green creature in Mando's lap. His hand reaching for you, offering your figure for him , his tiny green hand clutching it, though he could talk to you through the force, you already knew his name and he knew yours. 

Grogu had stood up, shuffling back onto Mando's other thigh, bringing your hand with him. All three of you watched his movements. Mando's hand against his thigh, whilst the his other was behind Grogu in case he fell. His breath hitched when Grogu reached down and gripped his finger. You didn't dare pull your hand from Grogu, as he pulled your hands together. Yours and Mando's finger tips touching, well his gloved finger tips.

Grogu had let go of your hands, looking at each of you, before interlacing his hands together. You didn't even get a chance to think about it, Mando had slid his fingers in between yours, closing them together. The small creature smiled and sat back on Mando's leg. Your hand placed on Mando's leg still locked with his. Luke hadn't said anything, Grogu getting up a second later walking towards him, no doubt that was him.

For what was a couple of hours, your hand stayed against the warmth of the Mandalorians glove. All until the early hours of day, you had stayed up talking with them, assuming he wanted as much time with Grogu as he could.

In which that point he had exuded to leave, following him to his now repaired ship, thanks to the other Mandalorians.

Luke had made you look away, as the Mandalorian removed his helmet, to say goodbye to Grogu. That was their goodbye, Grogu knew that.  Not long after that, Grogu was handed back to Luke, who step away, enabling you somewhat of privacy.

"Goodbye, Mando."

"My name is Din Djarin,"

"Oh wow, so your name isn't Mando? That's actually great, I prefer Din." A nod of his head and he was gone, felt strange, like he didn't care anymore but why would he give you his name?

You hadn't seen him for months, yet your heart-ached for him, it was stupid you weren't supposed to feel like this. Nothing would happen anyways, he was a Mandalorian you a Jedi, it wasn't supposed to be. Figuring Din had moved down on, he knew he couldn't keep Grogu, so he was trying forget. But that was not what he was doing, he wasn't abandoning Grogu no, he was trying to reclaim Mandalore.

147 days since you had last seen Din Djarin, you were shipped off by Luke's request this time.  Alone. For how long you didn't know, an undercover mission that could be quick or could take a long time , just luck.  Where you were sent was all but unfamiliar to you, uncover as bounty Hunter. Made your stomach flip, you'd be working for Boba Fett, who now had complete control of The hurts palace.  Luke had sent you to recover a Jedi that was being hunted.

Instead of your dark pants, long sleeve that you'd wear under your robes. (Yeah, basically Luke got the better outfits, you were fitted into formal Jedi wear.)  Now wearing fitted armour that covered your whole body like Din's, a helmet upon your head, dressed in dark colours. The helmet was confining , making you sweat a lot. How did Din do that all day?

You weren't sure how Luke managed to get you employed by Boba, did he just write up what is the equivalent to a Cv? Wasn't that your job , literally, you aren't supposed to get someone else to do it. 'Oh yes, I y/n am certain excellent at slicing, killing, capturing Bounties.' No, not killing that was the last resort. But, you would be able to capture bounties, so you'd be fine.

As long as you got the first bounty back to him, you would've secured the job. Luke had given you a ship to use, it was small, pre empire. Previously some junk from Tatooine, that Luke had brought to Ahch-too, and eventually you both repaired it.

With a ship and blasters, no lightsaber, you easily caught your first bounty and were in the job. Blasters seemed unpredictable, why does everyone miss? Poor design. 

For the four months you had been with Boba, well working for him, sure he had something going on with Fennec. Not that you could blame her, if Rex or fives was there and young, I'd bone, and I am total virgin. Din had been back to Ahch, Luke making up some excuse about being on supply run. And you were Boba Fett's best bounty hunter.

You were sent to Mandalore, all you was given was the location, and that it was a huge bounty for this creature dead or alive. The location wasn't even pinpoint just a part of the planet.  You knew of this planet, well heard of it.  Oh yes, like you'd see Din there.  Not Surprising Boba wouldn't go himself.

"How will I know I've found them, then?"

"You'll know."  The nod of his helmet, as he held his leg swung over the side of the chair. Not like when other bounty hunters would go in, his posture was always rigid, his hand sat upon his thighs. Fennec was always present as well, but not when you'd arrive. Boba would send her out. A nod from your helmet as you turned on your feet to leave.

"Wait," stopping before you had even taken a step, turning back to Fett. Another glance over him made it clear, he was presenting himself to you, his legs spread like that wasn't for nothing.

"Can I see what you look like?" You didn't even know what Boba looked like, but you had heard of the clones, and Obi-wan had told you about them , and how he was one of the only ones to survive. Yeah, Luke had finally taken you to the place where completely the trials that allowed you to speak to the 'dead'.

Bringing up your gloved hands to your helmet, pulling it off your head slowly. Squinting your eyes slightly as they adjusted to the lighting. Your y/c eyes fluttering to Boba who just sat there nodding at you, your helmet hooked under your arm. 

"See you soon, l/n."

"Goodbye, Fett."

With that you were headed to Mandalore with barely any knowledge of the planet, only with hope that you'd be okay. 'I don't believe in luck we make our own luck." 

Worried that you'd land on the planet and be shot, oh yes just a pre empire ship landing on your planet. Not like Hera almost died for talking. Yet, you thought nothing about someone waiting when you landed on the hot planet with ease. Though, most of the planet was inhospitable there was still some life left. A doom over the city of Sundari, in the distance.

Stepping from your ship into the atmosphere, on the edge of the ramp. Closing your eyes briefly s your stretched your arms over your head, clenching your fists closed at the same time. Satisfaction washed of you for a long moment. Yeah, that didn't last long when the sound of multiple mechanical surrounded you quickly.

Sighing as you opened your eyes again, the shape light of the planet dimmed by the filter on your helmet. Just as Suspected 4 Mandalorians surrounding, upholstering your blaster tossing it into the dirt in front of you. Lifting your eye hands above your head. Could only hope, that they thought you were a man, but you had placed your lightsaber dangerously in the front of your pants. With the plate of armour placed over that to conceal it further.

You dared not speak, maybe you'd pretend you had your tongue cut out, no , that wouldn't work they would check. You heard of Ezra Bridger maybe you'd pretend to be a hutt, no, no you didn't have a tail.

"State your business." You didn't recognise the voice of the Mandalorian definitely wasn't Din's. Lowering your hands slowly to place them on your hips, changing your whole posture.

"Han solo, I'm here looking for my wookie."

"Solo? Where's your ship then?" Scoffing at the Mandalorian, turning around and pointing to your ship.

"No, the Falcon,"

"Oh, so what you're a fan? Ships don't last forever." You were supposed to be trying to conceal your voice, but clearly that wasn't working. Your hands now cuffed behind your back, pushed onto ship and off you went to an unknown destination. Just maybe that Han Solo thing hadn't worked? Two of the Mandalorians stayed in the back of the ship, what you'd describe as the back of a police van sort of thing. Their eyes glued to you , as you sat in front of them.Only the humming from the ship could be heard, you weren't leaving the planet but travelling towards Sundari.

Your helmet still upon your head as they pulled you out of the ship by your underarms , dragging you. The lightsaber slipping in your pants slightly, you hoped that it wouldn't fall into you leg, looking like you had shat yourself. Feet scraping against the stone path , looked as if you on a plaza, the area around built up. Large steps leading to watch you could describe as a palace, it was huge. Covered with cubist murals of Mandalorians.

No, this couldn't be what Luke sent you for? You thought you were in search of Jedi's not more Mandalorians.  You hoped that they weren't taking you to their leader, was that Darth Maul still? No, he's dead? Ugh. If they searched you you'd be dead,  if they took your helmet off you'd be dead. It was no surprise you had been seen with Luke by the empire causing trouble. Depending whether they were still a neutral system.  

One of the Mandalorians from the pair that walked behind you as you were held, had made their way to the front of the group. Speaking into the com link on their right arm, in a language that you could only guess was Mando'a. Stood at the bottom of the steps waiting for a brief moment, before the huge metal doors were opened agonisingly slow. Basically Aragorn walking through those doors at Helms deep without Aragorn or anyone walking through the door.

With that, no one came out of the doors but you were pulled in the stairs and through the doors. Lead into a room with a throne? Right, no more politicians since Satine. Surprising that the room wasn't just made out complete Beskar, more pretty windows carpets , paint, paintings, Chairs  , food. Wow, they must of killed a Pirate, wasn't Mandalore broke?

In the centre of the room, a man stood, in tight fitted clothes, furs, heavy boots, a weapon upon his belt, sorry two bone a blaster the other hidden from your sight. His face aged like wine, squishy, dark brown eyes locked onto yours. If his eyes were to be compared to something, it would be that chocolate river from Willy Wonka. No fat kid in it, but a a handsome man surrounded it. Soft brunette curls on his head, wrinkles at the edges of his eyes.

"This one claims to be 'Han Solo' "  The man only nodded at the Mandalorian dismissing them, the doors shut behind you loudly. Turning to face you completely the man sat upon his Throne . 

"So, you fought with the Rebel Alliance." That voice, it was familiar yet you didn't recognise his face. Maybe he was Luke's friend that he'd often talk to , or just someone who had made a fuss at a bar. Instead of responding verbally you had just nodded too.

"Right, what rank, Han."

"I'm sorry, I would prefer if you called me by my title." Straightening your posture , bulking yourself.

"Oh? And what would that be?"  The smirk upon that mans fave indicated be was having too much fun. You were glad your helmet had a modulator.

"Captain, commander or yours." The smirk had dropped from his face, lips slightly parted, clearly flustered, only for a moment before his face went back to smouldering.

"You clearly are not who you say are. Until you tell me your purpose here I cannot allow you to leave."

You were stuck in some sort of cell, hundreds of other cells surrounding you. It looked like they had put you into the one connected to the wall of the building. Nor had they searched you again. Why? All they did was take your blaster.  He didn't even try , he just shoved you into a cell, not him directly but he didn't like you or was going to sell you off to someone. Bounty hunters didn't sway the hearts of many.

So, what did you do? Grabbed your lightsaber from your pants cut through the wall, and ran for your life.  Why it wasn't made out of beskar you didn't Know. Calling R2 from your com link, oh yes Luke had sent him with you to watch over you. Your breath heavy as you ran through the city that was covered with metal, seemed like no end. But you could t just stop and wait for R2 you weren't even sure of he could get through.

The shooting at your feet as you ran for the doors out of the city, igniting your lightsaber and throwing it the doors switches. Quickly return your lightsaber to your hand before making it to the door. The sound of their jet packs and firing dying down as you turn to face them. Stood in a line face you as you exit slowly. Your light saver back in your belt , your arms up to your shoulders as you walked backwards.

"This is the day you will always remember as the day you almost caug-"  Okay, you had miscalculated you weren't planning on being grabbed from behind and pulled into a ship. The bright light of the inside of the side around you as the ramp was quickly slammed shit as you landed on the floor with a thump. This was your ship, but it wasn't R2 who you heard breathing heavily behind you.

Ahsoka Tano on your ship, Boba fett sent for her and she ended up capturing you instead. Not capturing but saving you , just said that for dramatic affect . You weren't sent to Boba for Mandalorians no of course not , if Luke wanted that he'd call Din. 

"Luke skywalker? Is your master?" Her hands on her hips as you sat in the pilots chair. She wasn't particularly fond on going with you but she did , why? That was unsure. The only reason she gave was her ship was destroyed on the planet and would not say why she was there either. Not that it was your business. 

"Yes, yes he is."

"Right."

With that you were heading back to Ahch-too but of course it's never that simple. Instead Boba Fett had taken himself out of Tatooine to personally come meet you with the bounty that he knew you had.  In fact it ended up like the Hobbit the battle of the five armies, all in space just floating. Mandalorians and Boba attached to your ship. 

Both Boba Fett, and the Mandalorians entering the cockpit at the same time, turning around in your chair with a squeak. Sighing.  A mandalorian stepping forward to look at Ahsoka who now stood , her fingers besides her lightsaber eyeing the company.

"Ahsoka?"  Though she did not reply just stood her ground, you didn't dare to move , this was a huge mess.  The mandalorian that you assumed was king now in armour that seemed familiar but all of them looked alike to be honest. At least the clones had more style, and they didn't look alike.

"What are doing with Han Solo?"

Fett scoffed looking at you briefly before turning to Mandalorian in blue. "That's not solo, I would know he tried to kill me."

"I would kill you too, Clone."  Glaring at the Mandalorian it seemed that their was something you were missing, their guns were all lowered, yet Ahsoka still stood her ground. Like she would trust anyone after what she had been through.

"As I was saying, that is not Solo. This my best bounty Hunter, l/n. She caught a Je- why is she  not in carbonite?"

"Uhm, about that Boba..." Though your explanation was cut short again, Boba's eyes did not leave yours, your cheeks felt hot under your helmet, this was R2 he allowed them to board.

"Did you not know? Your best bounty Hunter is a Jedi."   These Mandalorians we're really sucky, they just wouldn't piss off, maybe if Mando was here he'd kill them, no , he wouldn't kill his own kind. Ugh, if you had been alive when Ahsoka was young, she'd cut their heads of with no hesitation, oh but not clones.

"Yeah, that wasn't hard to see, my lightsaber was shoved down my pants, you Mandalorians suck, didn't know I was Jedi until you saw me waving around a lightsaber. Ironic."   It seemed like Ahsoka had enough, and began the engine again, on your way back to Ahch."Down your trousers, really?"

"No, my underwear." Did that sound sarcastic?

You hadn't meant to bring a party with you to Luke but here you were on the way ack home with some Mandalorians and Boba Fett. Everyone had calmed down, waiting to arrive somewhere, with no discussion about it. Was this a horrible choice endangering Grogu probably.  So, you had gotten Bobas attention bringing him out of the cockpit and into a room. Well, the only over rooms were the bathroom and your small sleeping area.

"Well, what is it?"

"Uhm, just that I am no longer working for you, sorry and yeah I don't think you should stay."

"Oh,  just lovely you are. Though, I am not sure you ar- were my best bounty hunt, you'll have to take the helmet off." What was with this guy and wanting to see your facc. Sighing you pulled your helmet from your face slowly, the cold air slapping you as your hair fell from the helmet messy. (If you have no hair then your head was looking polished and hot like Dwayne Johnson.)

Though yet again, you could not see his face, well until he pulled his off too. A deep laugh erupted from his lips as he smiled at you, placing a hand on your shoulder.

"It is you."

Neither of you had notice Bo-Katan walking by after doing her business, seriously in your ship? Not that you'd notice it was her without seeing she got new armour. Oh, you know she went straight to tell her king.

So, after your short interaction with Boba, who decided he'd leave but not yet to much of your dislike. Soon as you stepped into the cockpit , the bigger framed Mandalorian was in front you, he wanted something. Looking passed him for Ahsoka who was busy with the control panel. Everyone talking to each other. Your throat itchy, this was not pleasant.

"You know you remind me of a fridge."

His visor stuck upon your face no, the silence from him, even his breathing did not stop you you. You were uncomfortable but when he wasn't speaking what were you supposed to do?

"Well, maybe a broken one because you hold yogurt but it's warm."  Again, he did not respond just stared you down.

"Beca-"

"Yes, I understand." The same modified voice as you remembered, yet you still felt intimidated still.

"Oh, not funny not then?"

"Why didn't you tell me?"

"That I'm not Han Solo?" Grabbing your upper arm as he scoffed pulling you towards his empty ship connected to yours. You'd only hope that if you were murdered right now, that Luke would have this surge of anger like his father and kill this man. 'Kenobi!' Okay, it just felt like it needed to be Maul rage not a 'oh no, I strangled my wife pretty much and wondered how she died and now I am mad.' Too bad Mail didn't run Anakin over when he had the chance.

"Take the helmet off."

"No."

"Take it off." His feet travelling closer to you as his voice got sterner and slower. Wishing Din was here to tell this man about boundaries.

"Get lost, why are you even here? Chasing someone that didn't do anything wrong. You're a dick for king , go home and fix your ugly planet , sperm bank." You bad went to push passed him, his frame was sturdy, and before you could he had your wrists  in his hands.  Not fighting him, even though you could easily break free his hold was gentle. Looking up to the t of his visor.

"Do you not recognise me?"  You wanted to say yeah you kidnapped me. But it was clear from the soft tone in his voice that wasn't it. You had be oblivious, how could you over look everything.  The voice, the Mandalorians, a king , was this a joke from Ahsoka?  Maybe she was more like than Anakin than you had been lead to think.  His hands dropped from your wrists,  your hands rested on the sides of his helmet. A soft click of his helmet, pulling it up slowly.

But as you had began to lift it up, he had grabbed it from you quickly throwing it behind him with a thud.His cinnamon caramel sand, shiny coconut , beach waved, auburn oven baked curls softly placed upon his head. Stubble littering his jaw like grass, his Willy wonka chocolate fountain eyes glazing on you softly. T-this was the king of Mandalore, b-but no this couldn't be , no he wouldn't take his helmet off in front you? Would he?

Your hands now resting on the sides of your helmet, click , pulling up the helmet just as you had done previously without interruption. A sigh from his mouth as caught a glimpse of your face. Before your helmet dropped the floor , he had pulled you into a tight embrace.

"Don't tell me this whole time , I've been like these Mandalorians suck, I wish Din was here."

Pulling from Din to look at him,  through you shouldn't have , your palm was pressed against his stubbles cheek.

“Oh,”

“Yeah, I had lightsaber as dick how did you not notice? Plus that pick up line, seriously?” Your hand was no longer one Din’s face, partly because it had became sweaty too quick and your arm was aching.

“Hm, if I knew it was you then I would’ve accepted.” Accepted what? The pick up line.. your face was hot, why couldn’t he say he heard Han Solo was a player and didn’t want his heart broken? Instead his hands were interwoven with yours. I feel like this a David Bowie as Jareth moment.

“P-pardon?” Your hands were dropped, Din had turned to pick up his helmet.

“You’re with him.”

“I’m with you?”

“No you are involved with Fett.”

“Sorry? I worked for him as bounty Hunter not a personal hustler.” But Din continued to put his helmet on unamused, walking out the door, but you had decided the best idea . Doesn’t matter if your weight , Din was strong. If he had to he’d be able to carry a ship. Okay maybe.

So, you had jumped on his back, your arms around his neck, legs around his Weiss, he did not budge, not at all.”Tell me what you meant or I-ill be... very annoying and pretend I am this really cool person that gets men and women but I am not but I will pretend I’ll trick them into thinking my lightsaber is big shlong -gosh why did you not stop me. And you should because I am a huge virgin.” Huge nerd more like.

“...I’d accept your offer of you being mine.” Maybe, Din felt better because he didn’t have to directly look at you, you were on his back what were you going to do, jump off and fall over? No, once again you pulled his helmet from his head, pressing a kiss to his stubbled cheek.

“We could be lovers.”

“I , I will be king

and you, you will be queen.”

What you didn’t see was Ahsoka with her com link talking to Luke , basically had a spy camera. 100% accidentally, but Luke knew you’d be safe.

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