#otp: dirt and clean

[nc571023]

POV: you are still a Trauma Team Medic, but your sister is asking you to wash the dirt off and wear proper clothes for once when meeting her at Mistys - you simply have to obey I guess (of course she gifted those clothes to you- hence you look like a corpo).

I think in retroperspective he is pretty happy since he might have fallen for a certain someone and really wanted to leave a... clean and good smelling... first impression... 🤍 I already love him freaking much. And excuse my weakness - I couldn't resist to pair him with Oda. The 15 year old Visual Kei girl in me screamed when she saw him the first time. One might think I am too old for something like that, but I guess it never truely leaves you. I need to find an OTP name now :P

#cyberpunk2077 #gamephotography #cyberpunk2077game #cyberpunk2077photomode #thephotomode #v #vgpnetwork #nightcity #OC: Ismaël Alcide Durand #sandayu oda #oda #my little silver wolf #trauma team medic #part time wanna be corpo? #at least for his sister and his new found crush ^^ #he is nearing 50 by the way

[sarcasticsciencefictionwriter]

For the fic asks :)

1, 3, 6 and 12

Hi, thank you so much! 🥰

1.OTP?

Helen/John. Kind of funny coming from someone who writes so much Teslen, huh?

I loved Helen/John when I started watching Season 1 and I stand by that. They're both such complex characters, they have so much history, so much pain, it's just ahhhh!

3. NoTP?

Hmm. Going to Stargate for this one, because I've read and/or liked pretty much every ship in Sanctuary with no problem.

Pretty much any ship involving Daniel. But especially Jack/Daniel and Sam/Daniel. (I've developed a hatred for Daniel recently, but I stand by these regardless of that).

6. Show us a bit of a WIP!

I still haven't worked on Enigmatic Confections since the last posting.😂 But here you go, from Tesla's Moving Castle:

Helen had to take a moment to simply process everything that had just happened. Or not process, as it turned out. She could not make sense of it all, so she tucked most of it away in her mind for later consideration, leaving some to mull over as she got to work. Getting to work seemed like the best thing to do, considering that her staying here and helping Vatreni now hinged on the fact that she had told Nikola she was going to clean for him. Nigel had taken up residence at the workbench, seeming to decide to ignore her for the time being, as if doing so would make her go away. That was fine with Helen. She had work to do. She tied her hair back more securely with a ribbon, so that it would stay out of her way, and went hunting for an apron or something to use while she was cleaning. She always had one when she was sterilizing the clinic, though Helen supposed that she wasn't going to be encountering any blood here. Only massive quantities of dust and dirt, which was worse in her mind. She supposed she should have been glad that there were only a few rooms instead of the entire castle she had thought there was. Though that also meant that she had less time here, if Nikola only intended for her the disaster the castle was right now and then kick her out. Those pleasant thoughts in mind, Helen rolled up her sleeves and went hunting for things to clean with.

12. What's the funniest or craziest AU idea you've ever come up with?

... I don't know. Maybe my hanahaki AU? Let's go with that for now, though you can click here and judge some of them for yourself. (As in, ones I haven't actually written a word for yet. The ones I have pieces of aren't listed).

But yeah. Hanahaki. Helen repressing her emotions for Nikola, getting hanahaki as a result, and only being cured when she actually talks to him about it. Complete with Victorian language of flowers symbolism. Because yes.

Of course, this is just my opinion, and I tend to feel they're less crazy the more I write them/play with them, so there's that.

If you want to read it again: Hanahaki + Teslen

#chartreuseian #thanks for the ask! #ask answered #my writing #teslen

[breezypunk]

Heeey!! Gimme an 18 for that cool OTP writing prompt!♥️♥️

Thank you! <3

Soft otp prompts here

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18- Write about how each member of your ship smells. 

Two weeks Vaughn had been gone out on the road. When the Aldecaldos asked him to join them on a little adventure to Arizona, Vaughn couldn't pass up an opportunity to get out of NC and enjoy the change in scenery. Goro however stayed back to take care of their little apartment, and their cat, Loki. He sent Vaughn off knowing he'd be in good hands, knowing that having a change in environment would be good for his health in many ways. Goro couldn't help but miss him entirely however, and was excited knowing Vaughn was due home at any minute.

"Hello, son.. Do you think he will mind this?" Goro kissed the top of Loki's head and he started setting out the spicy ramen he had made for Vaughn and himself when he reached home. He was just hoping Vaughn would be in a good mood.

Ten minutes had passed, when Goro had finally heard a familiar voice coming out of the elevator door. "Knock, knock." Vaughn stood in the living room looking as rough as ever. You could tell he had been outdoors for a while, his skin was tanner than usual, and he looked like he hadn't showered in days, but he looked good. Goro took him in for a moment as he slowly stepped from out of the kitchen and into the living room where Vaughn stood still, watching Goro watching him.

His dark blue shirt hugged his frame tightly, and was covered in dirt, and his jeans were ripped, he had been doing dirty work out there in Arizona, and Goro couldn't have been drawn to him.

"Are you.. okay? I missed you too you know." Vaughn chuckled.

Goro finally reached him, and placed his hands on his shoulders. There it was.. that familiar scent. It was one of Goro's absolute favorites, and it drove Vaughn crazy as to how Goro could possibly think he smelt good after being outside for so long.

"I haven't showered in two days." Vaughn rolled his eyes but couldn't help but smile and Goro buried his face into Vaughn's neck. "I smell like sweat and blood."

"You smell like nature. I love it.." Goro's voice was muffled, Vaughn could barely make out what he was saying.

"And you smell like cat food, and.. ramen?" Vaughn looked around, sniffing the air until he spotted the ramen on the counter. He was starving, but Goro refused to let him go.

"I should let you wander the outdoors more often, V."

"You'd get the full effect if you came with me." Vaughn played along with Goro's weird fascination with how he smelled, but at least he wasn't repulsed. Vaughn often smelled of rain water and fresh grass, and it pleasured Goro greatly.

"Now you tempt me.." Goro finally eased up, looking at Vaughn up and down and moving a sticky strand of hair from his eyes. he was glorious dirty and clean, a true aphrodisiac.

#I'm sure the prompt meant how they smell in general #but I wanted to write what they smelled like in that moment #one of my hc's is that goro loves vaughn's natural scent #vaughn never smells bad.. hehe #anyways this is short but to the point :3 #I just wanted to write about them #sorry it took forever jgnjgkr #cyberpunk 2077 #oc: vaughn leblanc #goro takemura #otp: golden hues #otp prompts #tag: inbox mail

[brennacedria]

I FOUND THIS IN MY OLD FILES AND WHAT THE FUCK LMAO

the notes for the file were "imagine your otp playing paintball. modern alt!Ria and Sebastian"

I'm assuming I posted this.... whenever I originally wrote it, but here's a new copy for the hell of it. also, it's not on ao3 so I'll have to fix that.

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“Vael, you son of a bitch! Get your ass down here and fight fair!”

Three sharp punches of neon green burst against her chest, and a fourth dug into the flesh of her hip just under the edge of the vest she wore. Ria swore again and removed her helmet so she could see around the paint obscuring its visor.

“Varric, call the damn game already!” she demanded.

A splash of orange struck her in the upper arm, and two more of the same green as before hit her legs, one in each knee. The only consolation she could take was hearing Merrill’s squeals of victory over the shot to Ria’s arm being cut short by yelps of her own as she was ambushed herself. “Varric, they’re cheating!” she shouted again. “Call the damn game!”

“No can do, Hawke,” Varric’s voice floated down from his observation post where he presided over the battle. “Nothing Sebastian’s doing is breaking any of the rules.”

“Are you kidding me? He’s just camped out in one spot and sniping us! We can’t hit him back!”

Sebastian’s accented laugh echoed through the trees from the elevated platform he’d stationed himself on. “Stop being such a sore loser, Ria,” he called down to her, then dodged back behind his cover again as she shot two of her own red pellets his direction. “I told you I’d teach you to shoot if you wanted, you turned the offer down.”

“I had other things on my mind at the time,” she spat back, forgetting her helmet and taking cover behind the nearest tree before he could shoot her again.

She heard him hiss sharply, followed a few moments later by the sound of Isabela and Merrill high-fiving one another. The reprieve didn’t last long, as she realized belatedly that her right shoulder was not only visible from the other side of her tree, but now also covered in green paint, which had splattered into her hair.

“How about this, Ria? When we get home tonight I’ll help you get cleaned up and help work out any sore spots from today.”

While normally this would be a welcome distraction, this time Ria didn’t even pause to consider such an offer. She peered carefully around the side of her tree to find him tracking one of the others, and took the time to aim her own rifle at his helmet, just above the ear. She ignored the yellow splashes that broke on the tree next to her, and pulled the trigger.

“Boom, headshot!” she cheered when she hit her mark, and collapsed in the dirt at the base of the tree laughing at her own success.

The others gradually made their way back to the center of the game’s range to compare hits and injuries and tally their points. No one was especially surprised to find Anders and Fenris covered entirely, and only, in paint from each other’s guns; neither of them had been seen since Varric blew the whistle to start the game and from what Ria could tell they’d had a private war all their own. None of it mattered to her, though. She may have been covered head to toe in most of the others’ paint, the vast majority of which was Sebastian’s, but seeing the splotch of red on the side of his helmet, so far as she was concerned, she’d won.

#Bren's fic #Bren writes #a long time ago #i'd say I have no idea where this came from #but obviously I DID make the note where it came from #I barely remember it existing #ria hawke #sebastian vael #alt!Ria

[giggly-squiggily]

Hey heyy

After reading that YunLeo fic you posted, I wanna know how their first date would've been, can you write smth about that? (And maybe squeeze in a few tks-)

-😺 anon

Whoops I wrote another massive fic- I think it's physically impossible for me not two when it comes to Yunleo- they are my current OTP and I'm obsessed! Nonetheless, I hope you like it friend :D

Decided to write this one as non-tickles! I have tons of fluffy tickle content for these two coming up, so stay tuned for that!

CW: Insecurity, self-devaluation, self-loathing, angst with a happy ending, mentions of Yuno and Leopold’s time skip appearances (nothing story related or spoilery- but I thought I’d throw it in here just in case). 

“Okay….how do I look?” Yuno turned to face his friends, smoothing out his clothes once more as he awaited their judgment.

“Amazing. Like you always do.” Mimosa nodded approvingly. “Klaus’ clothes aren’t a bad fit on you.”

“I agree- if one didn’t know any better, they’d think you were born royalty.” Klaus fluttered around him like a mother hen, straightening the hem of Yuno’s jacket and dusting off invisible dirt only he could see. “Shoulders back, straighten up- good. Good.”

The date in question wasn’t necessarily Black Tie, but the pair insisted Yuno should dress up a little. “It’s a first official date; you gotta leave a good impression!” Mimosa gushed as they got ready merely an hour earlier.

“We train together, he’s seen me at the hot springs and covered in grime from battle. Not to mention we’ve been dating- just not openly.” Yuno countered, wincing when she ran a comb through his bird nest of black hair. “Does it really matter what I look like?”

“Yes! Those situations aren’t the same as this; you’re on a date!” Giving up on the comb, the girl instead used her magic to undo any tangles and give his tufts a pleasant floral scent. “You gotta show him how good you clean up. Besides,” She leaned in teasingly, stage whispering in his ear. “Iff he’s already head over heels for you in your usual state, imagine how he’s gonna react when he sees you like this?”

Yuno considered, eyes widening as he imagined Leopold’s face. That radiant smile, emerald green eyes dancing with joy whenever they looked upon Yuno. Even when he was dirty and bruised from training and fights, Leopold looked at him like that.

And if Mimosa was right…

“See? You get it.” She teased as he blushed, a hand pressed into his chest, feeling his heart rapidly beat.

“Oh my…our dear Yuno. How he’s grown up so fast.” Mimosa dabbed at her eyes, smiling at him. “And to think; just yesterday we were teaching you the difference between a soup spoon and a salad spoon.”

“They grow up so fast.” Klaus sniffed, adjusting his glasses. “You’ve come so far in so little time. I’m so proud.”

“Tch, you two are weird.” Yuno shook his head with a chuckle, amused by his friends' antics. “Really, thank you though. I…appreciate you both. Truly.”

“Oh, don’t make me cry for real now!” Mimosa fanned her face, her smile growing wet as she squeezed Yuno’s hand. “You’re gonna knock him off his feet; I just know it!”

“Have fun tonight, and remember if you ever need help, you have the whistle I gave you.” Klaus nodded, resisting the urge to give Yuno another once over. “Not that you’ll need it, but it’s always good to have it on you.”

“Thanks.” Yuno smiled, decidedly not mentioning how he left the obnoxious thing back in his drawer. “I will.” With that, he slipped out the door, his friends chattering softly behind him.

~~~

The Capital had its charm during the day, but during the night? It was magical.

The streets were busy with people, loud drunks laughing freely in local bars while young mages flew overhead, laughing about this and that as they casted harmless spells into the starry sky. Couples dived in and out of sight, giggling about this and that while their lovers pulled them close, and tired mothers carried their children home, a basket of goods in hand with plans on making something delicious for the following morning.

When Yuno first came to the Royal Capital, he had been overwhelmed by the sights. It was nothing like the sleepy towns back in Hage- where the most activity you’d see were small bands formed during the holidays. When he did grow used to it all, he learned to appreciate the busy but comforting haze around him, never quite losing that wonder he felt upon first arriving here.

“Yuno! There you are!” A voice called out from across the streets, making him turn.

Oh…

Oh wow…

Incredible wouldn’t be the right word to describe Leopold. It simply wouldn’t do the man justice; for where once it was a mane of bright red in his face Leopold’s hair was cut shorter. It made him look older, and by Yuno’s viewpoint- even more handsome.

Dressed in a dark green tunic that fit like a glove and deep brown pants- his boots clean and the long cape he wore along his shoulders flowing around him like a flame- he gave the impression of a true prince.

Suddenly he felt like a kid wearing their older parent’s clothes; out of place in these royal garbs and self aware of how his hair never quite stayed put. Surely he must have looked like a fraud to the other.

Then Leopold took him in, eyes widening as he took in Yuno’s appearance. There was a clear awe in those green eyes, a soft flush spreading along his cheekbones. “Oh man…you look amazing.”

The insecurity faded- at least; a good chunk of it. Yuno fumbled to return the favor, his heart practically pounding at his ribs. “Th-Thank you. You cut your hair…”

Leopold ran a hand over the fresh cut, a shy smile on his lips. “You noticed- yeah, Mereoleona did it for me; she’s a little rough, but she’s been cutting our hair for years now. Does it…look alright?”

Yuno blinked- he hadn’t realized he was staring again. “It looks amazing- you look amazing too.” That radiant smile was back- Yuno felt like he was on cloud nine. “Shall we?”

“Oh heck yeah- eherm. Of course.” Leopold cleared his throat before straightening out, his prince-like manner back as he held out an arm. “My sir?” He grinned.

Yuno took his arm with a snicker, internally noting Leopold seemed taller as well. He was almost Yuno’s height now. How did he not notice this before? “Thank you.”

~~~

After walking around a bit, they settled at a nearby restaurant blooming with fresh bread aroma. “This place is amazing! My siblings and I go here from time to time whenever we’re craving pasta!” He hopped up to the doors and held one open, nodding invitingly to the other. “After you.”

Yuno nodded, hiding his nerves as they walked in the busy restaurant, taking in the sights within. Everything smelled as incredible as it did from outside- fresh rolls were brought out in fancy looking baskets to tables filled with royals- their laughter and chatter all fading into a peaceful hum as they sipped on expensive looking wine and nibbled on equally pricey cheese.

At least- that’s what Yuno figured it to be. A place this nice couldn’t be cheap.

“Hello! Table for one?” The server asked, eyes taking in the burning glow that was Leopold. She barely gave Yuno a once over; something he tried to ignore.

“For two, actually.” Leopold reached over and took Yuno’s hand, giving it a squeeze. The server stammered before nodding, gathering their things and leading with a meek “Right this way.”

As she started to go, Leopold leaned over to Yuno, whispering to him quietly. “Sorry- that was kinda rude no? We can go somewhere else if you want.”

Yuno shook his head, instead opting to follow the server, pulling Leopold with him. “It’s fine.” He made his whisper sound as confident as he could. “Besides- I’m interested in that pasta you talked about.”

Even so, as they made their way towards their table, Yuno could feel eyes on him. Nobles taking in his appearance, the hand still clutching Leopold’s. Some dared to smirk, seeming amused. “Oh look, a commoner and a royal.” He could practically hear them thinking. “No amount of fancy garbs will hide the fact you’re a lowly commoner.” “I bet the redhead with him is just toying with him- a new doll to play with.” “I wonder how long that’s gonna last before he ditches him for a real noble.”

“Are you okay? You look uncomfortable.” Leopold’s voice shook him from his revelry, bringing him back too. They were sitting at their table now, tucked away against a window and mostly out of view from the other patrons.

“I’m alright.” Yuno tried to smile, picking up the menu and peeking at the various options. “Just a little nervous- nothing to worry about. What do you recommend?”

Leopold gave him one more curious look before opening his own menu. “Well- the pasta is pretty good here; oh! So is the fish! They catch it fresh for every meal! I think I heard somewhere that Water Mages bring them in.”

Yuno smiled behind the menu, trying to ease himself into the new environment with Leopold’s happy chatter. He was fine- he was here with him. He was gonna make a good impression.

Still- it was hard not to feel shocked by the cost of some of these dishes. For a single serving of fish here Yuno could get his siblings all new shoes! Shame creeped into his chest as he searched for the cheapest thing on the menu, the less appetizing each thing grew with each glance at the price.

The eyes were on him again, taunting and laughing in his ears. “Poor little commoner; he can’t afford any of this finery!” “How embarrassing! He’s probably only with that noble for a free meal!” “Shame- he’ll never belong with us.”

“Here’s your bread- what can I start you off with tonight?” The server from earlier asked politely. “I can start you two off with some of our finest wine if you’d like? Imported all the way from the Diamond Kingdom.”

“Oo, that would be nice- though my sister would kill me if she found out I was drinking.” Leopold laughed. “What would you like, Yuno? It’s on me!”

Yuno felt his heart sink. Guilt mixed in with shame as he hid further behind the menu. “Erm…could I have a few more minutes?”

The server nodded, an almost pitiful look in her eyes as she let them be. Yuno felt his ears grow warm.

“Yuno…are you sure you’re okay?” Leopold asked, concern in his voice once more.

That did it. Yuno stood abruptly, starting the other. “Sorry- sorry; I need some air.” He forced a smile before bee lining for the door, his ears catching the words of those around him.

“And then I told him I will not have any wasted potential-”

“Don’t you love my necklace? My husband bought it for me-”

“Do you really think Commoners have a place here at the capital-”

‘Shut up!’ He wanted to scream. He wanted to pull his hair out and rip off his borrowed clothes. He wanted to bury himself in a nearby hole and never return.

Cool air encircled him as he finally made it outside, pulling him in like a hug as he stumbled away from the restaurant. He took a few paces away before leaning on a nearby tree, the reality of what he just did sinking in and crushing his heart.

These clothes, that restaurant- it was all painful reminders of what he wasn’t. What he’d never be. He didn’t care if he never became a noble- that wasn’t his goal in life.

But how could he ever stand proudly by Leopold’s side? He’d only bring him down- burdening him with his mere presence.

He was the too strong wind to Leopold’s ever burning inferno. They just weren’t going to work.

“Yuno! There you are!” Leopold sounded a tad breathless as he caught up to him. “Hey…are you okay?”

“...I’m sorry.” Yuno got out, not trusting his voice after that.

“What do you mean? You have nothing to apologize for.” Leopold started to reach out, hesitating at the last minute. “I don’t understand.”

“I’m not a noble, Leo. I’m not…made for this kind of thing.” Yuno sank his shoulders, averting his gaze to the ground. It was easier to confess to a rock right now. “I don’t know how to use the right spoons, I could barely afford anything on the menu, and…frankly you deserve someone better. Someone who knows how to do all this fancy stuff.” He pulled on his jacket, his earlier feelings coming back in full force. “I’ll never be able to give you the things you deserve- even if it’s just a dinner out together.”

Leopold was quiet as he took in everything Yuno said. When he spoke, his voice was rough. “Do you really think any of that matters to me?”

Yuno blinked, turning around and finding hurt green eyes. “What?”

“”You deserve a noble who knows how to use spoons’?” Leopold shook his head, a weak laugh creeping into his voice. “We’ve known each other for what- almost a year now? Six months of it I’ve been crushing on you, another three I’ve dated you in secret, and we’re now openly together. All that time and you really think I care about your upbringing?”

Leopold walked forward, poking his chest and properly looking at him. “Let me make this crystal clear. I’ve never cared nor will I ever care about your status- be it a noble, a commoner, somewhere in between or something completely different. I’m with you for you.” He tapped Yuno’s chest again. “For the cool mage dude who came from Hage that wooed the captains at the entrance exams and in turn wooed me. Who willingly trains with me when I know he’d rather sleep in; who likes to lay under the stars and talk about his family back home. Who has a laugh like a wind chime and a smile that can steal all the air out of someone’s lungs.” Leopold nodded. “That is who I fell for.”

Yuno blinked, letting the words settle in. His heart began to race, practically skipping as the finger on his chest smoothed out into a full palm, pressing gently against his heart. Did he…

“You fell for me?” He looked at Leopold properly now. The redhead scoffed and rolled his eyes in good nature.

“What- was kissing you from dusk till dawn not indication enough? Yes!” Leopold laughed, shaking his head. “I’ve fallen fully and deeply in love with you, Yuno.”

“You love me…” Yuno breathed, tasting the honey dipped words.

“With my entire heart and soul.” Leopold smiled now, leaning up and pressing a gentle kiss against Yuno’s cheek. When he stepped back, he suddenly looked…guilty. “If anyone should apologize, it’s me. I erm…lied.”

Yuno blinked. “When?”

“Remember when I said my sibling and I go here a lot? Yeah…that was bull. I actually have never been here before.” Leopold averted his gaze, face warm. “I wanted to impress you, you know? Show you that I’m this cool, sophisticated guy.” He laughed sheepishly, scratching at his neck. “I realize I sound like a hypocrite- you’re free to tear me apart for that. I just…wanted to give you a  date to remember.”

Yuno blinked, staring. Then he started to laugh, unable to hold down the giggles. Leopold’s eyes widened as Yuno chuckled himself silly, nearly doubling over with mirth. “W-What? What’s so funny?” Leopold asked, his own mouth starting to smile.

“Pfft! Ahehahahahahaha! God, we’re both terrible at this, huh?” He wheezed, earning a gentle swat from an increasingly giggly Leopold. “Oh god- aheheehehhahhhaha!”

“H-Huhuhuhuhsh!” He giggled, leaning into Yuno as he tried to compose himself. “Seriously though- I’m really sorry. I should have insisted we get out of there earlier. Especially when people were making faces at us.”

“You saw that too?” So it wasn’t in his head.

“Yeah...eh, screw them, right?” Leopold nodded, taking Yuno’s hand in his. “We don’t need their fancy restaurant to have a good time!”

"Definitely.” Yuno nodded, relaxing as they started walking once more. “There’s so many places to get food. We could go anywhere.”

“Exactly! Speaking of…” Leopold gestured to a smallish one further down. A woman and who they assumed to be her father were running a stand, pots of creamy looking stews and fried potatoes beckoning them over. “You said you like potato’s right? Shall we?”

The previous princely manner was gone. Now Leopold was just Leopold, smiling as bright as the sun as he bounced a few feet ahead, offering a hand.

Yuno didn’t hesitate, taking Leopold’s and letting him guide him over. “Let’s.”

~~~

“You know- this spot feels familiar.” Leopold mused as they sat against the hill, looking up at the stars. “Like we’ve met here in a past life.”

“Probably did.” Yuno agreed, fighting down a smile as he nibbled on his dinner. They were against the grassy hill, under the stars once more. It was the same spot they first confessed. The same spot they had their first kiss. The location they often flew to whenever they wanted to sneak a few extra kisses before being sent off to missions. “Do you think they’d have picnic’s here too? Our past selves?”

“Absolutely.” Leopold grinned, dipping his potato pancake into the stew and taking a bite, practically melting on the spot. "Always impromptu- sometimes they’ll cook and bring food. Hey- these are incredible! Think I could make them at home? If I can, I’ll bring them for our next picnic.”

“I don’t know- considering your brother managed to break a dish with burnt toast, I’d say avoid it.” Yuno deadpanned, making Lepold laugh so hard he nearly choked.

~~~

“Hey..can I tell you something?” 

“Sure. Wait- hang on-okay I’m ready.” Leopold braced, visibly flexing all over and scrunching up his face- making Yuno snort.

“Don’t worry, it’s nothing bad…I don’t care about status either. And…I may have crushed on you for six months as well.” Leopold looked at him, eyes wide. “I liked you when I first saw you during the Merit ceremony, but I really started falling during the Star Ceremony.” Yuno nodded. “You’re loud, reckless and on any given day ready to throw yourself into battle.”

“Oo, keep sweet talking to me.” Leopold cooed, earning a pinch to the ribs.

“But..alongside all of that, you’re brave, talented, funny, a truly amazing person.” Yuno smiled softly at him. “I’m so glad I’ve met you. Thank you for letting me be in your life. I love you.”

Leopold’s eyes grew misty; he blinked rapidly as he raised their enclosed hands, kissing Yuno’s knuckles gently. “I love you too. Thank you for letting me be a part of your life as well.”

They stayed like that for a moment more before finally, Yuno leaned in. Leopold closed his eyes as their lips pressed together, warmth spreading through their beings at the softness of the kiss.

This was truly a date to remember.

I hope this was good!

#black clover #yuno #leopold vermillion #yunleo #first dates #insecurity #light angst #mostly fluff #I love them your honor #non tickle #I was gonna include some but decided not to #mainly because I have a ton of tickle content for these two coming out soon #I hope you like it anyway! :D

[bnbc]

4, 29, and 42 please ☺️

Thank you so much for the ask! Obligatory OTP Asks

4. Which one is more protective? Who needs to be ‘protected’?

That’s a hella good question, because they share this trait and both could be… well… a little too serious when it comes to the safety of their partner. But I’d say Kou is slightly more overprotective just because she can go REALLY EXTREME sometimes, and I mean “Let’s break into ‘saka space station to make your engramma because you might die in 30-40 years or tomorrow’ level of extreme

None of them have a need to be protected (at least, not consciously) but I’d say both need to be protected by any cost in their own way, and it’ll never stop amaze me how these two manage to acknowledge their partner’s strength and fragility at the same time

Sorry I’m gonna go and cry a little

29. Who is more likely to jump in an elevator? Who freaks out?

Kou ofc! I have a vivid imagination but Goro jumping in an elevator? It just can't process it xD Her? Yeah why not! 

42. What’s their favorite type of weather to enjoy together? (getting snowed in together, watching thunderstorms, etc.)

Rains, not only thunderstorms, just a good heavy rain would be great too! Especially if the rain ain’t acid and if they don't have to leave their appartement, and can just stay in bed a little longer, while the wall of the rain shields them from the usual city’s noise. Or at the night, when the water washes all the dirt away and the city looks brand new, lights reflected in the glass and puddles, the air clean and cool, and here is someone to lean on with your back, and someone to rest your chin on their shoulder.

#thank you so much! #ask #cyberpunk 2077 #oc koulin #takemura #goro takemura #v x takemura #otp: artificial nocturne #Obligatory OTP Asks #fem v

[aarohij]

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[cleverthylacine]

9 for the otp asks for ford / valiska -- tho what are some alternatives they have ? if they Do have coffee or tea as we know them are they particular about anything ? alternatives to mabel juice perhaps ? maybe also 27 for them and for ravwave ! if you're feeling it ! <3

9. Ford made a machine once called the Caffeinator 9000. The liquid that came out of it can't really actually be described as coffee unless one is being incredibly charitable.

Valiska is an atrocious cook. She is an obligate carnivore who eats very few plant items and many of the ones she likes are not human-friendly. However, Ford can grill meat very, very, very well and this is important because Valiska will eat it raw if he doesn't and this is problematic when you're on an alien planet.

However, she makes the most amazing green "tea" out of a plant with green leaves and tiny little white/yellow florets. The petals float on the surface.

Their third partner, Severin, whom they acquired during the unpleasantness...

Yeah, okay.

Neither of them are really cooks, tbh.

The household is now sufficiently large that they have hired cooks, who are very good at their jobs. Also, a couple of Mabel and Dipper's past and present girlfriends have been Very Good at Coffee.

Valiska doesn't like coffee. The kits (two of whom are Ford's and one of whom is Sev's) are not allowed to have coffee, but Devorah says they want to really bad and I'm sure Paz has snuck them some.

Ford will drink coffee by the pot if you let him but he also has a giant German beer stein that he uses as his coffee mug.

(SOUNDWAVE, now, there is a cook. He loves making energon treats and he really wants Esmeral to teach him how to make the Urayani infusions now.)

Mabel loves Dimension 52 in part because there are so many new kinds of fruit juice and cider to toss plastic dinosaurs in. rawr!

27. Long showers!

Ravage likes showers and baths a great deal, despite the stereotype attached to her frametype. Her go-to is a short shower in hot solvent followed by a nice long soak in warm oil to which she has added floral oils she has distilled. Soundwave will also soak in oil like that particularly when Ravage is not home so that he can smell the flower essences and think about her.

Soundwave just likes to be clean when he notices that he isn't. Or when Ravage does. Sometimes he does play music in the shower. He doesn't dislike showers, they're kind of fun, but they can be taxing when he's sensory overwhelmed sometimes?

Valiska takes baths. Valiska has a huge mane of very thick hair and she will take a bath and hose herself off after to make sure none of the dirt or soap stays on when she doesn't want to have to deal with getting her hair wet.

Ford likes showers and will sometimes sing in them. He is not particularly attuned to either short or long shower times, but he will think in the shower, because he is a thinker, and sometimes he will forget that he is actually in the shower until the water starts to run cold or somebody yells at him to get out of there so someone else can get in. Or one of the kits gets in. Usually Devorah, because they like water the most. Levanah does not and is often lovingly coaxed in with her mother during a bath or her father during a shower. Rimon is indifferent to baths but Sev is a doctor and he knows he needs to be clean.

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[acemapleeh]

Russia for the character list?

send me a character and i’ll list:

favorite thing about them: Oh boy oh boy oh boy. He was my best friend’s favorite back in 2010 so I have always had a soft spot for him. Love his design a lot, love when people make him six and a half feet tall and as wide as an ox, love when he’s given a big nose, love his variety of facial expressions. He’s strategic, he’s determined, he’s a lonely bench, he craves so much just to be seen as a person but knows how other people see him. I return his national greeting of cheek kisses.

least favorite thing about them: To quote, "I'm the villain- again." Please, I’m begging. This dude has such a complicated personality and so many faces. He’s had to be so many people for so much of history. He’s not just evil or crazy or whatever you want to call it. I feel like I can go for a long time about him regarding how people portray him. It’s a delicate balance of him all the different parts of him. Cold and indifferent, childlike and naïve, hostile and lonely. He encompasses so much.

favorite line: “Things to improve? Maybe your personality?” / “My only friend growing up was a yak.” / “Would you like for me to make your gums bleed?” 

brOTP: His sisters and let him actually be friends with the Baltics. France is also a bestie these days.

OTP: Rusame, honestly, it's been growing on me. It’s kind of complicated. Have a fairly soft spot for Rochu.

nOTP: I can’t think of anyone too strongly.

random headcanon: Constantly has things going on in the background, it’s the only way he can relax. His television is always on. Music will be playing in other rooms if he’s cleaning or doing other tasks that requite him to move around the house. Loves the sounds of travel. He falls asleep pretty easily because of this. Several times he’s found himself knocking out on planes, trains, and buses as well as when he gets a ride with someone he trusts. He’s been teased of being an old man for knitting in his rocking chair, falling asleep, and wakes up when the needles clutter to the floor. It’s best just to let him sleep, waking him might result in him lashing out or fighting you from old trauma. 

unpopular opinion: I don’t think he’s as creepy of a person in the way he gets portrayed. I think he does a lot of that on purpose for shits and giggles.

song i associate with them: We Forgot We Were Human by Dirt Poor Robins, Чужой Среди Своих by polnalyubvi, Choking on Flowers by Fox Academy

favorite picture of them: The apron, the scarf, the sweater, this was the first time I recall we really saw how wiiiiiiiide he is. This whole episode is great.

#hws russia #ivan brangiski #dumb little headcanons

[1rintooru]

Little Agreements

Pairing: teacher! Sugawara Koshi x gn! reader

Themes: fluff, enemies to lovers 

Word Count: 2k one-shot

Warnings: light swearing - that’s all!

Summary: You and Sugawara are rival teachers at a reputable elementary school. Even though you can hardly stand each other, your students have started shipping you together and it’s just awfully annoying! Little do they know, you’ve been keeping a secret from them the entire time.

a/n: teacher suga is good suga... this was so fun to write and purely self-indulgent - i can't get him outta my fat brain🥴 but enjoy anyways..!

You clicked your pen once. Twice. Three times. Perhaps to an outsider it would appear that you were annoyed – impatient even, but you knew it was nothing more than a habit, much like the restless tapping of your foot or improper care kept to personal belongings. You eyed the worn-down mathematics book that was currently being hastily shoved into a backpack, the spine barely keeping the pages glued together.

“Looks like you’re all set to go,” you proclaimed, putting down your pen and eyeing the student in front you. The boy beamed, yanking the zipper of his backpack shut and throwing it over his shoulder.

“Couldn’t have done it without ya, teach!”

You nodded and smiled appreciatively. You were flattered but you couldn’t take all the credit. The boy you were tutoring for a couple weeks now always claimed he didn’t care for school; you still remembered how he once told you that sports were ‘where it’s at’ – whatever that meant. However, the improved grades paired with the purple shadows under his eyes told you an entirely different story. He’d made his way to the door, his hand already grasping the handle before turning around, an impish grin plastered on his face.

“Even though you and Sugawara-sensei are cute together, we’re still gonna beat your butts!”

You bolted out of your seat and glowered at the young boy.

“Don’t you have other classes to tend to?”

He smirked at your chagrin.

“I’ll see ya around!” he shouted, sending you a quick a wave goodbye before finally leaving the room. You plopped back into your seat upon hearing the door close behind the student, rubbing your temple discontentedly.

Ah. Of course.

How could you forget the school speed quiz? It was an annual event that the school implemented three years ago as a means to motivate students and raise class scores. The idea was that a group of children would be chosen to represent their class and be quizzed on a variety of subjects – the questions becoming increasingly difficult as the game progressed. At the time you sneered at the idea and even complained to the school director that it would only waste funds and resources. Now you were glad that he didn’t listen to you, though he could have skipped laughing in your face. With that being said, the event was a double-edged sword. It made you incredibly happy and filled you with pride seeing students find the joy in learning again, but on the other hand it only exacerbated the teasing comments from the students. They adored seeing you two together and you never could quite wrap your head around it. After all, you and Sugawara were rivals.

Your eyes darted down to your wristwatch: fifteen minutes left until next period. Not a whole lot of time, but just enough to shotgun a coffee and have snack in the solace of the staffroom. You hurriedly tidied the mess on your desk, arranging everything to your liking for the next class before finally stepping out into the bustling commotion of the school hallway. Excited chitter-chatter and non-discreet gossip filled halls as you found yourself surrounded by young children. Each face was familiar and you could have assigned a name to every single one. Even the tall one with fluffy gray hair and gentle brown eyes with the recognizable birthmark.

Wait, no – that’s no child; that’s Sugawara.

He walked towards you with a pep in his step and a bright grin, parting the busy hallway like Moses as students stared at him slack-jawed and awestruck. He was the school celebrity, proven by the sheer number of students that called out to him as he passed – and he loved it. You tried to swerve around him, but it was surprisingly difficult to escape through a sea of grade schoolers.

Damn it, just when you were looking forward to that coffee!

“Here, like I promised.”

Sugawara’s voice rang clearly as he firmly pressed a stack of essays into your hands, the weight of the stack momentarily catching you off guard. Your eyes instinctively scanned the first page laying on top. As per usual, your students performed well in academic pursuits but that wasn’t what bothered you.

“Green glitter gel pen?” you teased, lifting an eyebrow questioningly.

His hazel eyes gleamed confidently. “Hey, we agreed that I would help grade assignments that you couldn’t catch up on – you never said I couldn’t use my colored pens!” He mirrored your teasing lilt before continuing. “Besides, from a psychological standpoint the color green is more uplifting and motivational than a harsh red.”

He wasn’t entirely wrong. You both had agreed that you would tutor his students in mathematics and sciences while he would help grade assignments to take some of the workload off your plate. But that didn’t make his claim any more convincing and it only made you roll your eyes disparagingly.

“That pseudo-science is why I’m the one tutoring your students.”

“Geez, point made Y/N!” he scratched his head embarrassedly, the other hand defensively creating a barrier between the two of you.

“Y/L/N,” you quickly corrected him.

Sugawara’s posture visibly deflated at the curtness of your words. As mature and gentle as he was, he had a tendency to have his heart on his sleeve. You felt a little guilty and even considered saying something to mince your words, but the opportunity was stolen from you as a group of young girls skipped past, snickering as they went.

“Oh my god, Y/L/N-sensei and Suga-senpai are flirting again!”

Your secure stance faltered as the unsuspecting comment hit you like a brick, nearly making you drop all your papers. Sugawara’s eyebrow quirked upwards, thoroughly amused by your loss of composure. You hoped that the heat you felt in your face couldn’t be seen from the outside as you gingerly smoothed out the folds of your sweater.

“Suga-senpai?”

Sugawara’s playful grin immediately dropped as he noticed the daggers you glared at him.

“Huh?! A-ah it’s not like I told them to call me that! It – it just kinda happened.”

Seeing him so flustered would normally have made you smile, but you weren’t going to give him any kind of reassurance. Besides, it would have only worked as ammunition for privy students stalking your conversation. So instead, you simply shook your head, an exasperated sigh just barely escaping from your pursed lips.

“Well, if you don’t mind, I have a coffee waiting for me – and you have recess duty, have you already forgotten? So, if you’ll excuse me.”

You gave him a patronizing poke on the shoulder as you moved past him, beelining towards the staffroom.

The two of you were so vastly different in your teaching methods. You took your work seriously and prided yourself in the academic success of your students – your class always scored extraordinarily well. You were stern but incredibly ambitious and dedicated to your craft. Sure, Sugawara was popular with the kids, but playing the role as best friend wasn’t going to help them pass their classes. You failed to understand why most of the schoolchildren were obsessed with you two being an intimate couple; even prior to the school speed quiz event the two of you were rivals. His laissez-faire teaching methods didn’t mesh well with your own – in fact, you resented them. That’s why it was akin to pouring salt into a fresh wound when each year your respective classes tied during the annual event.

You decided to ignore the thought. This year was going to be different.

****

Oh, how you loved being the one responsible for cleanup duty.

At least, that’s what you would say if it weren’t that you were the only one responsible for cleanup duty.

As you watched one of your students – a petite girl with long dark hair – collect a pile of dirt into a plastic dustpan, you began to wonder how Sugawara roped you into this. Again. You and him had a lot of agreements, for the sake of professionalism of course, but this was not one of them. The school day seemed to drudge on forever and you were not spared from any incessant comments, even in its final moments. Ironically, one of your pupils turned into somewhat of a teacher as they explained to you what ‘shipping’ and ‘OTP’ meant.

Why on earth would they consider you and Sugawara something like that?

You dismissed the remaining students after carefully examining the room. The floors were cleaned and the whiteboard was spotless, but the wastebasket hadn’t been emptied and the desk arrangement was crooked. It wasn’t exactly up to par with how you usually left the room, but you were no heathen and you noticed just how lethargic everyone was becoming.

You also needed to find a certain someone that deserved to be chewed out.

That certain someone was found in the school’s gymnasium, excitedly talking to the school volleyball team that was retiring for the night. The frustration you felt immediately melted once you saw how animated Sugawara became as you overheard his motivational tangent. His passion was infectious and easily fired up the young boys in yellow and blue jerseys listening to him.

Was this where Sugawara always disappeared off to?

It was a silly question, really. Seeing him zealously offer game strategies with the biggest grin on his face made the answer obvious. You cleared your throat, suddenly feeling awkward as all the children – and Sugawara – turned to face you. The boy you had tutored earlier today, now clad in a yellow jersey spoke first.

“Well teach, did ya know that Sugawara-sensei was a volleyball player in high school too? He was a setter, believe it or not!”

You could only stare dumbfounded as your eyes bounced back and forth between the braggadocious athlete and a proudly grinning Sugawara. The lack of response on your end began to unnerve the gray-haired man as the corners of his mouth began to twitch downwards and his eyes glossed over with doubt.

You shrugged, “I don’t really see it, honestly.”

The both of them gasped in unison. The young teen stared at you dumbstruck – his jaw would’ve hit the floor if it could, while Sugawara staggered backwards as if a spear had punctured him in the chest.

“She’s a tough cookie, Sugawara-sen–” the teen’s underhanded comment earned him a swift kick from his teacher.

“Well, I think it’s time to call it a night. How about we tidy up and retire for the evening?”

And just like that, Sugawara had roped you into another cleaning duty. Thankfully the volleyball team was still so fired up from his speech earlier that the tidying up went by remarkably fast. Eventually you and him stood alone in the building, after finally saying your goodbyes to the remaining kids.

He looked at you and cocked his head to the side, to which you nodded in response. Perhaps it was a simple unspoken agreement or maybe it was just a force of habit to head home together. Regardless, it was hard to imagine it any other way.

The cool autumn air greeted you the moment you stepped out of the gymnasium. Goosebumps pricked your skin as a crisp autumn breeze embraced you, sending a shiver down your spine. The sky had turned into a watercolor of fiery oranges and deep purples as evening drew closer. You glanced over to Sugawara, nestled in the layers of his scarf and his hands hidden in the pockets of his coat.

“Do you have regrets?”

Sugawara paused, brown and orange leaves twirled with the wind just short before his feet, but that wasn’t what stopped him. He was clearly perplexed by your question.

“Regrets?” He scrunched his nose as though the word itself repulsed him. He dug his hands deeper into the depths of his pockets and his features visibly softened as he pulled out a golden ring. It gleamed magnificently as the rays of the setting sun reflected off the band. Seeing him fit the ring snugly onto his finger prompted you to do the same, pulling out the velvet pouch that protected the ring within it. Sugawara smiled as he watched you slip the ring on, fondness etched into his features as he extended his hand towards you. You happily obliged and entangled your fingers in his.

“How could I ever have regrets with the life I have now?”

#haikyuu x reader #haikyuu!! x reader #sugawara koshi #sugawara koushi #sugawara x reader #haikyuu imagines #haikyuu scenarios #selfmade

[bilbobagginsbrainrotblog]

How about ol' Bilbo for that character ask?

!!!!! My fave!!! Thank you ❤❤❤

Favorite thing about them: I love that he's an anxious mess but ALSO a true adventurer at heart. Like he's realistically terrified of the situations he finds himself in, but he always forges on ahead and does what needs to be done anyway. It makes the journey that we follow him through so much more poignant when you know at every step there's a very real urge to stay where it's safe, but also a lust for adventure and for the unknown.

Least favorite thing about him?

I don't know!? I've honestly been sitting here racking my brain trying to come up with something i dislike but I got nothing. Comfort character since I was like 7 don't judge me.

Favorite Line: well the one in my header, obviously, but also:

“So comes snow after fire, and even dragons have their ending!”

Bc its just a pretty badass line. See also: every stanza of "A Walking Song" otherwise known as "Edge of Night"

BrOTP: Elrond! I just love how these two have developed this teasing "grumpy old man bffs" relationship by the time we see Bilbo in Rivendell. And later Elrond is like "oh i can't NOT take this rude little bitch to the undying lands with me". It's beautiful.

OTP: none! I firmly headcannon Bilbo as Aro/Ace

NOTP: Thilbo/Bagginshield. I really really don't get the appeal. If it's bookverse (and let's be real it never is) I'd be more willing to tolerate it but movie Thorin uhhhh sucks and most of the time Bilbo is completely wiped of personality in a variety of gross ways to fit fujoshi shipping tropes

Random Headcannon:

Bilbo is a clean freak but NOT an organized person. He keeps piles and piles of papers and maps around bag end, but it's organized chaos. He can't stand having mud/dirt tracked in. Frodo the chaotic tween did it often just to test his patience.

Unpopular Opinion: I don't think I really have any, other than the Thilbo one- that's unpopular enough. I will say 2012 Bilbo is not my favorite portrayal of Bilbo, but it's not my least favorite either.

Song I Associate With Them:

Come Along - Cosmo Sheldrake and

Things That Stop You Dreaming by Passenger

Favorite Picture of Them:

Definitely this scene at the end lf BotFA, I really like the costuming choices here. Still, most of my favorite Bilbo pics are from book inspired art, like this amazing piece by Jason Caffoe:

Or this one by Justin Gerard (plz check out all of his Tolkien illustrations they're incredible);

Thank you for the ask!! This was super fun!

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#bilbo baggins brainrot hours #lotr #the hobbit #bilbo baggins #ask game

[mimiplaysgames]

And There Are Storms We Cannot Weather (Ch. 3)

Pairing: Terranort x Anti-Aqua Rating: M Word Count: 3,303

Summary: Terranort baits her into following him—straight to Castle Oblivion.

Read on AO3

A/N: First fic of 2021 and I had to give it to the dark OTP. I spent weeks insecure about this chapter, but it’s thanks to @lyssala​ for reading through it and assuaging my fears. This is honestly the end of... the easiest part of this fic ljgfjlgfjfklgj I’ve really got my work cut out for me. Thank you all for your patience, feels like it’s been a while!

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My Worst Brings Out The Best In You

Waking up is nothing like how she remembers it to be. Soreness ruptures her back, and her skin jolts as she peels off of knuckles of stone that dug in all night. She barely remembers if she dreamt. What she really can’t recall is if there’s such a thing as a refreshing morning. 

To top it all off, her ass is numb. Aqua groans when she stands up, stretching as hot gusts blow into the cave, throwing dust to her legs, caking the armor, nudging the shadows as they stir. Besides the wind rolling pebbles along, there’s no noise to enjoy in the Badlands, all the sun glaring down on bleached red sand.

The first thing she does is not breakfast (she must), nor a wash (she should), but to close her eyes, reading darkness. Maybe he woke up, too. 

He did.

He’s here.

Aqua shushes her Heartless. They’re squirming, reacting to the way her heart is pounding. At the mouth of the cave, Aqua surveys where she should go. The Badlands splay out with endless sunlight, no shade to cover her except for a passing dust storm. It’s not a view she’d share with anyone; it’s the worst place to sneak around. She’d be like a marker with a giant arrow, her shadow stretching to grotesque proportions depending on the way the light hits her.  If she’s going to titter around this exposed, she’d better make it count.

She starts by running then she fades away into clouds of smoke, magnetized to the nearest cool spot beneath a plateau, a stark, black slice across the dirt. Here she’ll recover and look for a different spot. As long as it heads in the same direction. 

It’s after the third resting place, a tunnel cutting through a mountain, that she notices she’s heading towards the Graveyard. Well, if she heads west she’d reach it. But her gut feeling—a twinge in her nostrils—veers her slightly north. When Aqua steps out amidst a precipice, she spots a gathering of oddly skinny rock towers stretching to touch the sky. No natural force could have made them.

On each of these towers stands a cloaked figure. Different heights, different hierarchies, with hearts inexperienced, lost, angry, bored, apathetic. There’s one with a third mind. Regardless, they all reflect the image of an old man somehow, like a plague they’ve infected themselves with. 

Ah, there he is, wearing black like all the rest. 

She inches closer, melting into a shadow cut off by a boulder, peeking over the edge. On the tallest tower is someone she hates to recognize. The only one without a hood. Bald. Old. Breathing with the excitement of a bully crushing dirt into another child’s hair. He’s about to land something big and Aqua knows what it is but she doesn’t care anymore. She just wants him dead for stealing.

Xehanort waves a hand and Aqua ducks back. He couldn’t have seen her. 

But when she risks a glance, most of the figures burst into a fire of purple and black, disappearing. 

Except for the only one she wants, of course.

In the end, it doesn’t matter if they knew she was there. Aqua thrusts forward, gliding over the sand, flying up parallel to one of the rock towers until she gracefully floats back on her feet at the top. 

He stands across from her, a field of what looks like ruins in the distance behind him. He takes off his hood and draws a proud smirk on his face.

“I’ve proposed they take care of you,” he says, proceeding to undress his gloves one finger at a time.

It’s a funny way of saying he asked them to get rid of her, and maybe Aqua should be nervous about it, but she tells herself that she can handle twelve nameless men. That is, until she thinks about their empty spots in this ritual circle.

Is this supposed to intimidate her? She has to hand it to him, he’s got spine. “Looks like they left you to do it yourself.”

There’s a flash—a knot at the edge of one eyebrow—of a shot of rage, like he’s about to chew her head off. Then he flashes teeth. He smiles too much.

“Then we shall begin,” he says, rolling his shoulders. “Mind a detour?”

Energy sparks at the tips of her fingers, readying a Keyblade but she stops short of summoning it. A detour? He’s not making a move. Aqua leads a staredown, watching for signs of what he’s plotting.

But he doesn’t plot. He steps backward off his pillar with that ridiculous gremlin smile as if to let himself fall. An inky doorway swirls open and swallows him whole. 

Aqua bursts across the chasm, throwing herself into the same portal. She won’t lose him this time.

She lands on a muddy, brittle pathway suspended in the air, where clouds blot the sky so there’s no horizon to see. She lands on what could have been where she first conjured her very own Rainfell. Where she slapped Terra in the face that one and only time. Where she made love to him, where she picked up her Master’s abandoned Keyblade for the first and last time—it’s all erased here, ground and packaged into a single path where even the mountains eroded to dust. It’s worse than the Badlands. It’s home. 

The castle stands in the same condition she left it in years ago: painted the color of stale, crusty shit and topped with a bright turquoise roof, like a surprise gift to give your worst enemy. Warped with upright towers, towers that jut out to the side, and towers that hang upside down, it’s disjointed and bizarre, a puzzle with mismatched pieces forced together. Which is exactly the point: let the intruder wander, let him be lost, let him forget and enjoy the oblivion. 

He has thrown away his cloak at the entrance of the castle, Terra’s armor adorning his left arm. He has his back to her but there’s a tension in his shoulders as though he’s pretending not to notice she’s behind him. 

There’s one reason, and one only, why he’d bring her here. Aqua readies the Keyblade.

“Like an animal,” he quips. She can imagine him snickering. “Always prepared to deal the first blow.”

She strikes. He dodges. She’s right—he is snickering, making a show of gripping the door handle like bait asking to get caught. “Stop,” she hisses. Which is stupid. Of course he wouldn’t.

Of course he’d turn the handle. Of course he’d glance at her, tilting his head as an invitation to come inside with him. 

“You don’t have the right!” she yells.

He laughs, leaving the door open for her. 

Terra. She could lose him today, forever. If they spend hours wandering the rooms of this castle, they’d lose memories with no way to predict which ones go first. The painful? The nostalgic? Either way, there’s no such thing as Terra and Aqua holding hands if they are gone.

Aqua tackles the front door before it slams in her face. It’s heavy, resisting her at first before swaying momentum and throwing her off balance. Instead of a grand entrance hall with a proud foyer, luscious stained glass displays, mirrored marbled stairways, and a warm hello, it’s just one room. 

An empty blank room, so clean that she’s the stain, framed by polished sculptures and a rose dais she doesn’t recognize. It’s not like she had a design in mind when she transformed the castle. There’s no memory of where this came from, no record of it ever written. Not even from Eraqus, who had an idea and not a clue. She takes one step; it echoes like a screech. The white on white on white glare back. The walls stand like sterilized canvases, starched for a bleed of whatever color in exchange for a few of her thoughts. They know. This isn’t home. There’s nothing here. Just him.

“Lest you forget, this was my home, too.” He smiles.

Aqua nearly spits that it isn’t, wasn’t, never will be, but that isn’t true, is it? He’s pleased with himself, leaning on the door on the opposite side with his elbow propped up as though the castle is a casual friend he’s embracing.

“Now, isn’t this exactly where you would prefer me to be?” he asks. 

“Acting like an idiot?”

“Somewhere familiar. Old family. Fond memories. A place to call your sanctuary.”

She shrugs it off. “Not much of a spectacle anymore.”

His eyebrows worm one by one. He’s lucky he has Terra’s face, otherwise she’d shave them. “But a spectacle worth revisiting.”

“There’s nothing left,” she snaps. “This place is empty.”

He strokes a finger on the door, a gesture that is halfway between Is that so? and Not so fast. “Except one room.”

Hunger churns in his eyes and she’s uncomfortable with the way he’s looking at her, like he’s about to drag her by her ankles. 

“Don’t bother asking. It’s not like you’d ever see it,” she says.

His nostrils flare, surveying disgust as he scans the room from floor to ceiling. There’s a ferocity there, an ignition of something ready to deteriorate. Aqua settles for what’s coming, claws extending as they fasten her Keyblade. If she tears flesh today, so be it. It will only be a little. 

How he gets himself to smirk the next moment is a secret she’d have to learn. “Then a bargain. The Chamber of Waking, and I won’t harm him.”

Aqua grunts and cuts an arc through the air with her Keyblade, firing a sphere of energy dark enough to absorb light. He blocks it with a wave of his hand and he chuckles like there’s not a day worth living if you’re not close to dying. 

Summoning his giant Keyblade, he swings back, rupturing the tile beneath him as it cracks and crumbles towards her. She dodges, but an explosion bursts from beneath and knocks her off balance. As she turns over to stand up, he’s already looming over her. 

They’re in a tight space, the walls knitting together and forcing them to take intimate strikes and forgo the fancy spells. Tinks and shears and blasts echo as though one hit is actually three, the sound of their blades bashing against each other. Her Heartless can’t form a congregation here. He doesn’t bother with his Guardian either, too cumbersome and clunky to maneuver inside.

He’s slower than her, but the close proximity means she’s running out of space to dodge his wide reach. Every hit he throws is the force of a boulder destroying a mountain as it avalanches, testing her balance, stealing the seconds that she needs to steady herself and parry the next. 

She readies a spell. He blows the tile beneath them, an earthquake tripping her feet.

Every curse she scrambles with—a Sleep, Confusion, anything to throw him off—does nothing, as though he’s feasting on her efforts. She should’ve known better.

It’s fine. Aqua’s tough without her Heartless, tough without needing to trust anyone but herself. Glowing with an icy hotness that burns like frozen snow on exposed skin, she’s about to multiply—

“You will not,” he says.

He pummels into her like a canon, his armored hand around her throat as she collides back onto the door behind her. Not the front door, no—she’s foolish and distracted enough not to notice that he’s been circling her in this small, square room. He’s pinning her against the other, the one that would lead to Ven but wouldn’t. It creaks under the weight of her body and the pressure of his strength.

“I could lock you up in this purgatory,” he whispers, his breath brushing her cheek, her nose, her lips. Smiling. “Or you could take me to him.”

Aqua pants, her fingers scratching the surface of the door. The thought of being left behind—

Like choked breath, she stops the moment she sees the proud expression on his face. 

It’s a bluff.

Calm down. He wants to scare her. It’s a bluff. 

He needs her to get inside regardless, even if he doesn’t know everything. That you need the Master’s Defender at all is a secret only shared with those who wield it. He wouldn’t know. Despite how desperately she wants to dig her way out, Aqua keeps her chin high, staring him down. She scoffs through her nose. 

His eyes twinkle as he reads her. Aqua tries not to lead him on with any assumptions. Keep it stoic.

But there’s something about the way she’s doing it that’s betraying her. She’s failing with every second that he blinks. “Ah,” he cooes, “you do not have the means—”

Claws into flesh—she pierces his wrist, right through the leather in between the metal, and he yelps. Pulls off of her. She closes the gap with black fire and cold fingers and the intent to rip an iceberg in half. He has his arms over his head, his Keyblade forgotten as he pathetically defends himself against a rabid monster flailing at him.

All she sees is the opportunity to take back. Priming a sharp hand over his face (and at such the perfect angle to peel it off his skull), she lunges forward and pins him under her. Reaches to his waist. Pulls the orange Wayfinder out of his pocket.

He yells and throws her off of him. His pupils shrink to nothing, his Keyblade burning with an unnatural color. He’s clutching his chest as though his heart is pounding too quickly and is about to plop dead. Aqua is on her knees, the Wayfinder’s chain threaded around her red knuckles.

Move. She needs to move while he towers over her, a trickle of drool seeping from his lips, his white hair messy. He’s manic, searching her and searching the floor and searching the walls, moaning. Aqua has to move. Aqua sits frozen. 

Has he forgotten where he is? 

Is this… 

She whispers his name, barely audible.

For a moment, he stares past her. He growls and throws himself on her, the back of her head hitting the floor. Pupils so small his eyes are golden orbs, two little false lights in the dark, tempting you to go deeper into the fog where a monster waits. Like the Guardian’s, watching her take her last breath underwater. As though he knows no weapons, or no magic, he squeezes a fist around her hand, his fingers prying the Wayfinder out of hers with such strength that he could amputate them. Aqua chooses her fingers and lets go. 

Once he has it back in his possession, he stumbles off of her, heaving and hunched over. With the Wayfinder to his chest, his pupils slowly grow back. Brows knitted, lips quivering, eyes lost. That’s not a face Xehanort would make. 

Then he runs. He bolts down the terrace, disappearing in a cloud of smoke, leaving Aqua on the floor, leaving the doors open. Terra’s body is traveling like a shooting star. She can feel it propel somewhere in the far sky, where the stars hover above the clouds. She could follow him, fight more and more and more until she drags him to the ocean kicking and screaming and losing.

But it aches.

But she’s tired. She’s fought, and they’ve matched the same games over and over, with nothing to show for them except sore throats and scratched cheeks and defeated bodies slumped over floors like they weren’t dignified Keyblade wielders but wronged children.

It aches. It aches more than anything the Realm of Darkness threw at her, as though a hollow has cracked inside, collapsing her lungs into a pit of gravity and threatening to take the rest. If this is how it feels to be human again, why bother going back? What good is it to pretend that fate is kind and hearts are strong and one day he’ll realize what just happened and wake up with his blue eyes?

Instead, she should try to find Ven on her own, without her Master’s Defender. Her heart will lead the way, let her keep her memories. Or she’d lose it all, walking in circles, be the ghost that haunts this castle and create a legend that will keep her name immortal. It’s a stupid idea.

Aqua rolls over to her side, the tile underneath jutting into her hips and ribs. The doors he left open frame the outside, a dry and empty nightmare. She misses the sound of pattering, the smell of moisture, the promise of green every year. The Land of Departure certainly had its dreary days when the clouds were thick, but the light never dimmed. It would rain and all would be clear, the raindrops bulbous as they pummeled and exploded into miniature puddles.

Maybe the reason why the dirt is so rancid here is because rain never fell on Castle Oblivion. If she and Terra were caught under an onslaught, they’d continue to par. Water never stopped her flow and he couldn’t be bothered to slow down. 

There was one obnoxious day when Terra grabbed her elbow and dragged her to the front porch, just under the awning in an effort to keep dry but it was futile—they were still pricked by frigid droplets. Beneath the rain, his blue eyes were less noticeable. His dark hair weighed heavy but it was thick enough to perk up if with less gusto. He smirked at her, and she knew what it meant.

She smacked his arm while he glanced through the entrance as he watched for signs of someone coming. If the Master, they’d be in trouble. If Ven, they’d have to suffer relentless teasing, and maybe pay off his blackmail. 

When Terra was sure no one would see them, he went for it in spite of her whispered giggles and hushes. A warmth on his lips that burned on hers when the rest of her was cold, drenched, and shivering. 

I wanted to know what you taste like in the rain. 

He had tasted like water, a spring from the mountain.

She was close to Terra today. She’s sure of it. 

Tied to her sashes is her blue Waydfinder in immaculate condition, glass stronger than metal with a vibrance that’s foreign to her. 

It sits in her claw, blood red framing its brilliant shine. She’s done so well not to stare at it every time she felt nostalgic, but here she is now: a damn mess, with scales that cover skin, rough and pointed at the tips. Cold with layers of calloused leather that never molts unless she tears it off, building on top of her knuckles that folds as she retracts her claws, like there’s something slithering beneath. Her hands are now beyond repair, so thick that she’s unable to feel what she touches. 

I’m ugly, she realizes, keeping her claws contracted so they don’t scratch the surface of her Wayfinder. It’s still pretty. 

Dull stars float down to the entrance of the castle. Not stars, but a plethora of orbs, pairs of them as her Heartless pile on top of each other and funnel inside, squirming themselves free. It would have been easier for them to make a line. They’re silly, sometimes. 

Something small butts its head into her—the six-year-old, scratching the tile as it makes space up against her belly. It lets her wrap her arm around it. Another Heartless nuzzles up to her chin. One sits at the crown of her head, and another nestles at the small of her back. More tack on, forming a seabed to let her rest. 

It would’ve been lonely otherwise. The night seems flippant now, impatient for the sun to come up in a world where it can’t shine. 

#terraqua #terraquanort #dark terraqua #anti-aqua #dark aqua #terranort #kingdom hearts fanfiction #kh fanfic #i'm taking so damn long with this fic #and it's such a rarepair #but I need to see it to the end so badly #my fic

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Ship meme, 1995 era warring exes

General:

Rate the Ship:  Awful | Ew | No pics pls | I’m not comfortable | Alright | I like it! | Got Pics? | Let’s do it! | Why is this not getting more attention?! | The OTP to rule all other OTPs

How long will they last?: It's hard to say. They keep coming back to each other, but the divergence of interests... It proves quite troubling.

How quickly did/will they fall in love?: It took a generation for them to kindle the strange romance that hung over their heads. Shang Tsung was quite the smooth talker, and Rayden? Not so easily moved by mortal speech, but intrigued with the champion's ability to make it sound so charming.

How was their first kiss?: Electric... At first. Not so much when Rayden flipped Tsung onto his back.

Wedding:

Who proposed?: Shang Tsung

Who is the best man/men?: No one, Shang Tsung doesn't have friends.

Who is the braid’s maid(s)?: Kitana is the only one in their social circle with a braid, but she couldn't be present. Her step-father is quite the hater.

Who did the most planning?: Shang Tsung

Who stressed the most?: Shang Tsung

How fancy was the ceremony?: Back of a pickup truck | 2 | 3 | 4 | Normal Church Wedding | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | Kate and William wish they were this big.

Who was specifically not invited to the wedding?: Shao Kahn. He's still very miffed about it.

Sex:

Who is on top?: It depends on what your definition of 'on top' is. Because Rayden is very, very skilled in the art of climbing atop the man and taking him for a ride with such smoothness. The palanquin could never.

Who is the one to instigate things?: Shang Tsung, the handsy bastard.

How healthy is their sex life?: Barely touch themselves let alone each other | 2 | 3 | 4 | Once a couple weeks, nothing overboard | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | They are humping each other on the couch right now

How kinky are they?: Straight missionary with the lights off | 2 | 3 | 4 | Might try some butt stuff and toys | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | Don’t go into the sex dungeon without a horse’s head

How long do they normally last?: Until the palace cannot take anymore punishment from the storm.

Do they make sure each person gets an equal amount of orgasms?: Rayden usually gets more orgasms. He deserves them, I think. - totally not Shang Tsung

How rough are they in bed?: Softer than a butterfly on the back of a bunny | 2 | 3 | 4 | The bed’s shaking and squeaking every time | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | Their dirty talk is so vulgar it’d make Dwayne Johnson blush. Also, the wall’s so weak it could collapse the next time they do it.

How much cuddling/snuggling do they do? - No touching after sex | 2 | 3 | 4 | A little spooning at night, or on the couch, but not in public | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | They snuggle and kiss more often than a teen couple on their fifth date to a pillow factory.

Children:

How many children will they have naturally?: 0

How many children will they adopt?: Does Kidd Thunder count? Liu Kang? His dad's dead and Rayden was totally absentee enough to fit the father bill.

Who gets stuck with the most diapers?: No one, but the servants would be if there were diapers.

Who is the stricter parent?: Shang Tsung

Who stops the kid(s) from doing dangerous stunts after school?: Not Rayden

Who remembers to pack the lunch(es)?: The servants

Who is the more loved parent?: Rayden

Who is more likely to attend the PTA meetings?: Shang Tsung, the PTA quivers before him. Who invited this man?

Who cried the most at graduation?: Oh, they're not crying. They're laughing.

Who is more likely to bail the child(ren) out of trouble with the law?: They'll let you stew for a bit.

Cooking:

Who does the most cooking?: The servants

Who is the most picky in their food choice?: Shang Tsung

Who does the grocery shopping?: Shang Tsung handles the import catalogs.

How often do they bake desserts?: Not often at all, it's bad for the figure.

Are they more of a meat lover or a salad eater?: Why not both?

Who is more likely to surprise the other(s) with an anniversary dinner?: Shang Tsung, and it isn't a 'surprise', because Rayden saw it coming a mile away.

Who is more likely to suggest going out?: Rayden

Who is more likely to burn the house down accidently while cooking?: Rayden, though the 'accident' is debateable.

Chores:

Who cleans the room?: Shang Tsung, actually. He's very meticulous about how he likes his chambers. A spell here, a bit of soul servant there...

Who is really against chores?: The cursed souls.

Who cleans up after the pets?: The servants are tasked with this.

Who is more likely to sweep everything under the rug?: Do we just not value our souls in this palace??? The absolute nerve.

Who stresses the most when guests are coming over?: Shang Tsung, if he sees a spec of dirt then it's all over for you.

Who found a dollar between the couch cushions while cleaning?: Rayden, but he didn't find it in the couch cushions, and he sure didn't find it while cleaning.

Misc:

Who takes the longer showers/baths?: Rayden, but don't you worry. He has company.

Who takes the dog out for a walk?: You mean Kidd Thunder? It's either Rayden or the servants. Shang Tsung isn't getting near that horrid little creature.

How often do they decorate the room/house for the holidays?: As often as Rayden demands that they put a color in the palace that isn't 'more gold'

What are their goals for the relationship?: Would you believe that there was no goal at the outset of this coupling? That it was a draw of two, one soulless, and one burdened with a duty sworn to the little realm that could? A test of might in the other's draw. It's likely that this will end in blood, and still... They cannot stay away.

Who is most likely to sleep till noon?: They're both early risers.

Who plays the most pranks?: Rayden, he is dastardly. Neither the servants nor Tsung know peace. It is alright though, because Shang Tsung is going to take it out on his champion

#toschemewithintrigue #warring exes #bastardsunlight

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Sean and Luke for the character asks >:)

My bois 🥰🥰🥰

Sean

a song that reminds me of them

There's a few songs that I associate with both him and Emilia but not too many that I associate primarily with him. The Fairy Attack score from the film makes me think of both him and the fairies, however, so I like to think of it as his general theme.

what they smell like

Freshly baked cinnamon buns, like all the other fairies

an otp

Sean/Emilia, duh

a notp

Anyone else/him, but that's not possible since they were betrothed since birth lol

favorite platonic/familial relationships

Him and his buddies Daryll and Peter

a headcanon that is popular in the fandom but that i disagree with

n/a

the position they sleep in

When sleeping by himself, he's curled up on his side. When in bed with Emilia, he's usually the big spoon.

a crossover au i’d love to see them in

Can't really think of one

my favorite outfit they’ve ever worn

See above gif, because it's the only one he's ever worn lol

Luke

a song that reminds me of them

Can't really think of one atm!

what they smell like

Depends. When he's working on mechanics, probably a little like oil or grease. On Dagobah training with Yoda, plant life and dirt. Most of the time though I bet he smells clean and brisk, but radiates warmth.

an otp

Me/Luke (he's still kind of my imaginary bf)

a notp

Luke/Mara Jade (and any other woman tbh)

favorite platonic/familial relationships

I love the relationships he has with Han, Leia, Chewie, Threepio and Artoo. He seemed like really great friends with Biggs, too, and I bet he gets along well with Wedge and Lando. His relationship with his Aunt Beru was very sweet from what little we saw.

a headcanon that is popular in the fandom but that i disagree with

Everyone else headcanons Luke as gay, but I think he's bisexual.

the position they sleep in

Curled up on his side or lying down on his stomach

a crossover au i’d love to see them in

Again, can't really think of one atm

my favorite outfit they’ve ever worn

UGH, don't make me choose! I'm awfully fond of the poncho, his farmboy outfit, the pilot uniform, the medal ceremony outfit, the Bespin threads, and the Dagobah training outfit.

Thanks for the ask!

#ask #long post #wizards1977

[browneyedhimbo]

Together

Pairing: FinnPoe

Anon asked: heyyyy I dunno if you are taking requests rn and it’s fine if you’re not but i figured you would write this really well... so basically had this idea for a finnpoe fic where basically someone calls Finn a stormtrooper or something and Poe loses his shit and tries to fight them (or does you choose😉) and Finn has drag him away cause poe is really trying to end this dude and then when poe calms down he confesses? I’m sorry this is all over the place but it’s my first time doin a request😅

Warnings: language, very light angst if you squint, mentions of blood, mutual pining, tooth rotting fluff

Word Count: 2.5k

A/N: Thank you to the anon who requested!! My requests are always open, though it does take me some time. I absolutely adored this idea and loved writing it! I’m going to be editing my tag lists soon so please let me know if you would like to be tagged in anything! 《MASTERLIST 》

“You’re an idiot.”

“Are not,” he scoffed

“And a scaredy cat.”

“No I’m not.”

“Why don’t you tell him then,” Rey smirked as her eyebrows raised, clearly enjoying this little banter.

“Because, you know...” his sentence trailed off as a hand went to rub the back of his neck.

“No I don’t know,” she smiled, a small chuckle escaping past her lips. Poe let out a long sigh before leaning against the door to his quarters. 

“I just, he’s my best friend! And he probably, more than likely, doesn’t feel the same.” He grunted, kicking at the dirt. 

“My point still stands,” he looked up, a tired yet curious expression on his face. She patted a hand on his shoulder, “You’re an idiot.” 

“You’re no help, you know that.” He chuckled, turning his head to look at her, knowing she was completely right. He’s being a fool. He should just tell Finn how he feels but doubt and fear linger in the back of  his head.

“Well, maybe all you need is a push.” She gave him one last smile as she turned around, heading to another part of the base.

He stood there, pondering over her words. What kind of push though? He groaned in frustration again before heading over to the mechanics area to work on his x-wing.

++++

“You and Commander Dameron are close,” one of the mechanics said as she was working on a droid.

“Yeah uh, you could say that.” He chuckled nervously. 

“You like him don’t you.” She looked up, a soft gaze in her eyes. 

“I put up with him, if that counts.” He shifted on his feet, not looking directly at her. 

“Sure you do,” she clicked her tongue, looking back down at the droid. Finn’s brows furrowed; he licked his lips, curiosity filling him inside.

“And that means…” he quirked an eyebrow.

“Nothing,” she smiled sweetly at him. “It’s just,” she waved a wrench around, “you two seem like you’d make a cute couple is all,” she said nonchalantly. If Finn had water he would’ve choked. Couple? Sure he liked Poe, but being a couple never really crossed his mind.

“I uh -” A blush started creeping up his neck and to his cheeks. “I-I I mean-”

“Finn? Buddy, what are you doing here?” Poe cut him off, throwing an arm around his shoulder pulling him into a side hug. 

“Just uh, chatting,” Finn looked at Poe briefly before dropping his gaze to the ground, his blush growing more intense.

“You okay?” Poe hummed, scanning his soft brown eyes over Finn’s facial features. “You look flush.” Concern washed over Poe and in an instant he removed his arm from Finn’s shoulder and pressed the back of his hand to Finn’s forehead. “Comin down with something? Need water? Maybe you should-”

“Poe,” Finn chuckled, “I’m fine. It’s just hot in here.” He shifted on his feet. Poe’s hand dropped from his forehead to his shoulder, just by his neck.

“Probably this jacket of yours then,” Poe chuckled as he tugged on the leather material.

“Yeah, probably.” Finn smiled, looking up at him. Your jacket, echoing in the back of his mind. Their eyes locked and Finn felt his heart leap from his chest. Poe’s gaze was soft yet concern still lingered. His eyes filled with adoration and his lips curved into a gentle smile. 

Finn didn’t know it but Poe felt the exact same way. Looking into Finn’s eyes, Poe felt himself fall even more in love. Love? Poe licked his lips as he cleared his throat, his face suddenly feeling hot. 

“I uh, I gotta go work on my uh, x-wing,” Poe stuttered, eyes never wavering from Finn’s. 

“Y-yeah, I uh, got to um…” Both men chuckled nervously as they spun in a circle around each other.

“You’re going to the cantina later right?” Poe asked, a slight tremor in his voice.

“Oh, y-yeah yeah yeah. Uh, see you then Poe,” Finn waved, a goofy smile on his face. Poe nodded as he was walking backwards.

“See you later babe-BUD! Bud,” Poe flashed him a smile before turning around and started speed walking toward his x-wing. “Kriff, I hope he didn’t hear that.” he mumbled to himself.

Finn stared at Poe’s retreating form until he turned a corner and was out of sight. His face was still burning as was his shoulder where Poe had his hand. He sighed for the millionth time that day and looked at the mechanic, a huge smile plastered on her face.

“Told ya!” She winked and Finn couldn’t help but shake his head. Hands on his hips, he looked up at the ceiling, thoughts just racing around in his head, all revolving around a certain pilot. 

“We’ll see about that,” he finally decided. He started walking out when she hollered three letters that made him pause. 

“OTP!” He was definitely going to have to look that up later.

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“That should do it.” Throwing the wrench with a huff, Poe wiped a hand over his forehead leaving slight greece smudges. “What do you think beebs?” The droid beeped in approval before picking up the wrench and putting it in the toolbox.

“Cantina time, right?” He clapped his hands as he grabbed his jacket. Loud concerned beeping made him stop and look at the little white and orange droid. “What do you mean I look bad?” BB-8 shook its head. 

“Buddy I’m - oh,” Poe looked down at his clothes, the white tank top and black pants were covered in oil. “Yeah I know, I need to change.” He chuckled, making his way towards his quarters, bb-8 following close to his side. “Yes, and take a shower.”

After getting ready and approval from BeeBee, Poe finally headed to the cantina. He felt his stomach churn as his heart thumped a little faster. It wasn’t a date but they were still hanging out, laughing together. Together. Oh how a word can break and mend his heart at once. 

Taking a deep breath to try and calm his nerves, Poe opened the door and was greeted with a slight crowd, everybody talking and laughing, arguing and drinking. Scanning the area, Poe couldn’t find Finn or the rest of his friends. 

“There you are!” Rose grabbed his arm, “You’ve gotta do something!” Tugging him to a different part of the cantina, Poe was filled with confusion. It wasn’t until Rose pointed to a certain area that he felt his heart hammering away in his chest. “They’ve been at for like ten minutes. We tried shutting them up but they won’t listen.”

“Where’s Rey?” 

“Said she’ll be here later.”

“What exactly happened?” Poe faced her, a serious expression on his face. 

“At first we were having fun and talking, waiting for you and Rey when those guys showed up.” She started, jutting her chin in the direction where Finn and the three other men were at. “They seemed nice at first, had a decent conversation when they started picking on Finn for being quiet. I told them to shut up but Maker, they kept on going. They had just started teasing him about being a stormtrooper when I saw you walk in.” She finished with a huff. 

Poe’s blood was boiling. Searing anger bubbling from the inside out, making him stare at the three dudes who were still teasing Finn. If looks could kill, they would be not 6ft, but 12ft under. His jaw was set, teeth clenched, and he felt his hands starting to shake. All he saw was red and he wanted to go in for the kill. Walking up to the group of four, Poe grabbed the nearest one and slammed him against the wall.

“So you think it’s funny to make fun of him huh?!” Poe’s eyes were like daggers, as his voice went deep and was void of emotion. “Think you talk shit about his past?” His fist collided with the guy’s jaw, a loud pop made the whole cantina turn to look at the scene; but Poe could care less. 

He grabbed the same guy and punched his face again and again, efficiently breaking his nose. He raised his fist to land another blow when he felt someone grab it and wrap an arm around his waist. 

“Poe stop!” Finn pleaded, trying to pull Poe off the guy.

“No, No! They each need an ass beating.” He snarled, “Or, or maybe...maybe I’ll just blast them with my x-wing a few times!” He struggled against Finn’s hold to lunge at the other two guys.

“Poe!” Finn held on tighter, like his life depended on it. Well, more like the other three guy’s. 

Poe grunted as he tried to pry Finn’s arm from his waist but Finn wouldn’t let up. Poe turned his head to look at Finn and he felt all his anger dissipate. The cold look turned warm under Finn’s gaze and he huffed, falling limp; letting go of the struggle. 

“Thank you.” Finn helped him stand, but Poe mistakenly looked at the three guys again and he felt his anger rise. Finn grabbed at his waist and shoulder before Poe could take a step.

“If I see you three ever again you’re dead.” Poe jabbed a finger in their direction before looking at Finn and giving a curt nod, silently telling him he was finished.

“I’ll clean up here, you two need to talk, now.” Rose said, pushing them towards the exit. They left and Finn guided them towards the tarmac, knowing Poe likes to look out at the stars as he cools down from a fight. 

The whole way was quiet, neither saying what they really wanted to. Poe’s eyes were trained to the floor, not daring to look at Finn. He felt guilty, but he also felt something else. Something burning in his chest. He couldn’t really put his finger on it. He was pulled out of his thoughts when he felt them stop. Tentatively, he lifts his gaze up, looking at Finn who is already watching him.

Finn retracts his arm from around Poe’s waist and they both feel a little empty with the loss of contact. Finn swallows thickly and sighs, still not believing what just happened. Poe literally came out of nowhere and beat a guy to a pulp. 

“Rose told me what happened, that’s why I uh, you know.” It was like he read his mind. Poe went to put his hands in his pant pockets but when the material rubbed on his right fist he felt a sharp pain shoot from his knuckles to the rest of his hand. A slight whimper escaped as he cupped it with his other hand. 

“Dammit Dameron,” Finn whispered, reaching for Poe’s injured hand. “What would possess you to beat the life out of them?” He pressed the bottom of his shirt to Poe’s lightly bleeding fast bruising knuckles. 

“You know what they said-”

“But that doesn’t mean you can kill them Poe.” Finn looked up from their hands to Poe’s face, guilt very evident across his beautiful features. 

“I-” Poe started, he felt his throat closing in on him as tears started clouding his vision. “I-You, it’s just, ugh!” He pulled his hands away and started tugging at his curls. “You! It’s you! You’re fault,” he sighed in frustration. The words wouldn’t come out the way he wanted them too.

“My fault?! How the-”

“Not the fight, the feeling - THIS feeling,” he motioned towards his heart, his hand shaking rather violently. “That feeling. Whenever I see you, Finn, my heart feels like it’s going to kriffing explode! I can be down all day and then I see you, and you care and you want to help me.” He paused trying to get air into his lungs. He didn't even feel the tears falling down until Finn reached out and pressed a hand to his cheek, the pad of his thumb gently rubbing the tears away.

“When Rose said they were making fun of how you used to be a stormtrooper, I-I thought I was going to melt on the spot of how heated I got.” He cracked a smile, trying to conceal the aggravation he felt at the thought. “Finn, w-what I’m, you know, trying to uh to to say, is uh,” he tripped over his words and Finn had to bite his lip so as to not laugh at Poe’s new state of nervousness. 

“You got it,” Finn encouraged, hand still pressed to Poe’s cheek, the other hand holding Poe’s injured one. There was a beat of silence. No one spoke, everything around them was quiet as they stared into each other's eyes, the stars above them illuminating them perfectly.

“I love you.” As soon as the words left him, Poe panicked. Scanning Finn’s face for any sign of disappointment or wariness, he was met with something completely different, something he wasn’t expecting. Finn had the brightest smile Poe’s ever seen, his eyes shone with pure awe and warmth, and the hand on his cheek moved to his neck.

“I know.” Finn winked at him and Poe felt his face get hot as his heart froze. “That’s a little taste of your own medicine you cocky bastard.” He laughed before bringing both his hands to cup Poe’s cheeks and bring him in for a long awaited kiss. 

The kiss was soft and sweet. Both of them pouring all their emotions into it, all the love they felt for each other. Poe felt fireworks go off in his belly as he drowned himself in Finn’s smell, the way their lips curved perfectly against each other. Breaking apart for air, they leaned their foreheads together, bumping noses, little laughs turned into small pecks and their hearts soared high to the skies. 

“I love you too, babe.” Finn chuckled, kissing the tip of Poe’s nose.

“So you did hear it,” Poe felt his face get hot of slight embarrassment and tucked his nose into Finn’s shoulder. 

“Everybody heard it.” The mechanic from earlier stated making them jump. Both men looked over and saw she wasn’t standing alone, but with BB-8, Rose, and Rey. BeeeBee rolls up in between them and beeps, as if scolding Poe.

“What do you mean it’s about damn time?” He questioned the droid.

“It’s got a point,” Rey said, turning to the other three ladies, gaining an eruption of laughter from the whole group. 

Poe looked at Finn who shook his head at them, a smile blossoming across his face. That laughter made his stomach do backflips and his heart throb in his chest, but now he didn’t have to hide it anymore. Their eyes met and he extended his uninjured hand, Finn gladly taking it, intertwining their fingers. 

Finn glanced at Poe’s other hand, the blood dried and the bruise was getting worse. He gave Poe a look but the other man shook his head, tugging him close and pressing a kiss to his temple. A silent way of saying we’ll handle it tomorrow. A promise they’ll handle anything together now. As they always have.

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Wishfulshipping for the ship ask? :)

General:

Rate the Ship -   Awful | Ew | No pics pls | I’m not comfortable | Alright | I like it! | Got Pics? | Let’s do it! | Why is this not getting more attention?! | The OTP to rule all other OTPs

How long will they last? - Iris is no quitter, and Cilan is extremely mild mannered, so their relationship status is never going to change: these two will be together forever.

How quickly did/will they fall in love? - I actually think it would be a bit more quick than most people realize. Almost as soon as they stop travelling with Ash, both Cilan and Iris realize they miss each other’s company. They write letters and video call all the time, and meet up whenever they can. They officially get into a relationship a little over a year after splitting up as a travelling group.

How was their first kiss? - Iris would want to kiss sooner than Cilan. He wants them to take their time, for the mood and the setting to be just right. Iris eventually gets tired of waiting and just turns around one day while the two are walking and kisses him. It’s on a dirt path with a bunch of trees and wild Pokemon surrounding them. Not what Cilan expected, but ultimately, he thinks it’s perfect.

Wedding:

Who proposed? - Cilan

Who is the best man/men? - Best Men: Cress and Chili (Cilan couldn’t pick just one.) Groomsmen: Ash, Brock, Clemont.

Who is the braid’s maid(s)? - Maid of Honor: Shannon. Bridesmaids: Misty, May, Dawn.

Who did the most planning? - Cilan. He’s a self proclaimed “wedding connoisseur” and was super excited to plan out everything.

Who stressed the most? - Cilan. If anything went wrong, he became a wreck, while Iris just shrugged it off.

How fancy was the ceremony? - Back of a pickup truck | 2 | 3 | 4 | Normal Church Wedding | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | Kate and William wish they were this big.

Who was specifically not invited to the wedding? - Once again...Team Rocket (they are, you guessed it, offended!)

Sex:

Who is on top? - Iris

Who is the one to instigate things? - Iris

How healthy is their sex life? - Barely touch themselves let alone each other | 2 | 3 | 4 | Once a couple weeks, nothing overboard | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | They are humping each other on the couch right now

How kinky are they? - Straight missionary with the lights off | 2 | 3 | 4 | Might try some butt stuff and toys | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | Don’t go into the sex dungeon without a horse’s head

How long do they normally last? - Neither one is a slouch in bed, but Iris outlasts Cilan every time.

Do they make sure each person gets an equal amount of orgasms? - Cilan tries to, but he actually tends to have the most so he’s usually too exhausted. Iris doesn’t care if she has less...it still feels like winning to her.

How rough are they in bed? - Softer than a butterfly on the back of a bunny | 2 | 3 | 4 | The bed’s shaking and squeaking every time | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | Their dirty talk is so vulgar it’d make Dwayne Johnson blush. Also, the wall’s so weak it could collapse the next time they do it.

How much cuddling/snuggling do they do? - No touching after sex | 2 | 3 | 4 | A little spooning at night, or on the couch, but not in public | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | They snuggle and kiss more often than a teen couple on their fifth date to a pillow factory.

Children:

How many children will they have naturally? - 3 (triplets)

How many children will they adopt? - 0

Who gets stuck with the most diapers? - Cilan

Who is the stricter parent? - Cilan

Who stops the kid(s) from doing dangerous stunts after school? - Cilan

Who remembers to pack the lunch(es)? - Cilan

Who is the more loved parent? - Iris and Cilan are both deeply loved by their children, although each has different activities they enjoy doing with each parent.

Who is more likely to attend the PTA meetings? - Cilan

Who cried the most at graduation? - Cilan

Who is more likely to bail the child(ren) out of trouble with the law? - Iris, mostly because if it got to this point Cilan would faint upon hearing the news leaving Iris to handle it.

Cooking:

Who does the most cooking? - Cilan

Who is the most picky in their food choice? - Iris...she’s not a very fancy eater and prefers to eat fresh, straightforward food.

Who does the grocery shopping? - Cilan

How often do they bake desserts? - Cilan really enjoys baking, so he does it quite a bit. Iris does enjoy helping out, especially when the recipes enable her to go out and find fresh berries to use.

Are they more of a meat lover or a salad eater? - Iris is a vegetarian; Cilan will eat both. 

Who is more likely to surprise the other(s) with an anniversary dinner? - Cilan

Who is more likely to suggest going out? - Both enjoy going out to eat and will suggest doing so, although their suggestions are very different.

Who is more likely to burn the house down accidentally while cooking? - Iris. She’s very good at making dishes that don’t require appliances, but she can’t be trusted with stoves, ovens, etc.

Chores:

Who cleans the room? - Cilan

Who is really against chores? - Iris...she doesn’t mind cleaning things up, but she also doesn’t think it has to be a daily thing. Cilan disagrees.

Who cleans up after the pets? - Iris really enjoys caring for the Pokemon, grooming them, etc. so she does most of that while Cilan is responsible for preparing their meals.

Who is more likely to sweep everything under the rug? - Iris

Who stresses the most when guests are coming over? - Cilan. Please see this video for a demonstration.

Who found a dollar between the couch cushions while cleaning? - Cilan...it’s either Iris’ or one of the kids’, and he always gives it back, although it leads to an argument between the others on who the dollar actually belongs to.

Misc:

Who takes the longer showers/baths? - Cilan

Who takes the dog out for a walk? - Iris is the one to exercise with the Pokemon.

How often do they decorate the room/house for the holidays? - Cilan and Iris both love decorating for holidays! Cilan keeps it very simple, elegant, and classy, while Iris sticks to traditional things.

What are their goals for the relationship? - Although they have very different personalities, Iris and Cilan really love and respect one another, which is the main goal for their relationship, and why they’re such a successful couple.

Who is most likely to sleep till noon? - Iris

Who plays the most pranks? - Iris...and Cilan falls for it every single time.

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