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moodymisty · 7 months

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Hi absolutely love your primarch fics

Could i request a corvus corax x reader. The poor bird boy needs more love. Maybe something fluffy i do adore the fics where the primarchs are more human and they get a break.

[ 𝕸𝖔𝖔𝖉𝖞𝕸𝖎𝖘𝖙𝖞'𝖘 𝕸𝖆𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖑𝖎𝖘𝖙| 𝕬𝖔3 ]

Author's Note: Ok so I decided to kind of combine these two also, since they both seemed to work together. This isn't fully NSFW, but there is some lewd elements. I hope that is acceptable to you both.

This is also my first time writing Corvus, and I haven't delved into his lore like I have with some of the other legions. So I apologize in any deviations from his canon and any inconsistencies in this fic apart from the obvious 'primarchs in love' ooc-ness.

Summary: Diplomacy has always been dreadfully boring.

Relationships: Corvus Corax/Fem!Reader

Warnings: NSFW but it's pretty vague, I dunno what to call this I guess fingering? But it's not? hand grinding/rubbing I guess It'll make sense I promise, Voyeurism kink, General 40k mentions so war death all the usual

Word Count: 1714

"You shouldn't have brought that thing here."

The rattly, nearly wheezing voice comes from somewhere out of your sight, and you don't pay any mind to it from how mumbled and furious it seems. You assume it's directed at another, and not yourself. No one has any possible reason to speak with such anger at you, after all; At least as far as you're aware. The fabric of your clothing is wrinkled at the front, and you brush it to flatten it. Perhaps you shouldn't have walked ahead.

"Are you deaf, girl?"

Suddenly you look up, and see someone standing to your side. The source of the voice earlier, you presume, judging by it's similar rasping tone.

Head to toe they are adorned in various cybernetic enhancements, even more so than what is visible to you, judging by the odd, inhuman bulging beneath his ornately decorated copper robes. The metal, hooked fingers of his left hand gesture to the raven perched comfortably atop your left shoulder.

"That, shouldn't be here."

The small metal tubings coming from his neck seem to muffle his speech in some way, and there is a distinct tremor to both his motions and his speech. You don't know if it's the sheer volume of his anger like an engine overheating about to explode, or simply something his extensive cybernetic work has yet to or is unable to fix.

The raven, still unnamed by you, snaps it's beak in the direction of the man's metal finger getting too close to itself and it's keeper, letting out a squawk when the man instantly retracts his hand back close to his peculiarly shaped torso. The raven only then returns to preening your hair, or at least attempting to.

"I think I can bring it where ever I want, thank you."

With no surprise he seems completely shocked by your adamant refusal to listen, no doubt not expecting it in the slightest. You don't know if he hasn't noticed the Aquilla and the symbol of the XIXth on your clothing, or if he just simply doesn't care.

"Unbelievable; You embarrass yourself acting such a way- And where did that, thing, even come f-"

"It was a gift."

The sharp corners of this fortress's halls effectively hid Corvus for a good while until he was quite close, the pitch black of his armor seemingly almost eating the light that shined onto it instead of reflecting it. His hair does the same, flowing down past his jaw and laying against the collar of his armor. He is followed by a retinue of seven, Nykona included among them. Despite all the other Astartes leaving their jetpacks behind because of such tight quarters, Nykona elected to still wear his. The advantage of his skill with it is too great for him not to have for any possible scenario.

Even if this world seems intent on coming peacefully, someone like Corvus is going to take no chance on the matter. You would be of no surprise to find out that there with Raven Guard scattered across this fortress, and along the rocky faces surrounding it.

The man looses color like a draining sink, what little blood left in his body leaving his face and worsening his pallid complexion. He instantly moves to bow, before rising, pointing towards you and instantly breaking any previous respect he might have gained.

"Lord Primarch?! What is your r-"

"That raven was my first courting gift to her."

As if his face couldn't get any paler, it somehow seems to upon the realization that he'd just insulted the new lover of the Primarch who holds this world's neck in a noose trap. The Shadow of the Emperor sits moored just in the planet's outer atmosphere, ready at any moment. Corvus need only give the word.

Had Corvus the desire, he could simply level this rock until it was nothing but ash beneath the treads of his boots. But he was perhaps a bit more human than some of his brothers, and given the planet had relatively vast infrastructure and plentiful resources, he had elected diplomacy. To make use of said infrastructure, rather than simply leveling it and starting over.

You hear a soft sound; The crackling of a vox channel being used between the Astartes helmets. It's a subtle sound you've gotten keen to. They're talking to each other on their private channel, but about what you have no idea.

The one left of Corvus, not Nykona, is who speaks up.

"What are our orders, My Lord?"

Corvus gestures down the hall at the end of which lies the grand meeting room you had been moving towards, before getting interrupted. The counciler that once had the intent to scold you now stands frozen, fearful of the Primarch's lack of interest in his existence.

"Two post at the door. The rest with me."

The Primarch begins walking forwards and nearly through the man, had he not stumbled out of the way.

Corvus need only take one look at him, to send the man scuttering back towards his peers. You follow beside Corvus, and one of the Astartes slows his gait ever so slightly to allow you to do so.

The four Astartes spread across the meeting room once you enter, all placing themselves near points of entry like windows. It's nowhere near as large as something you would see on Terra, but it's more than sizable to need a few Astartes to cover it's corners.

However, you had entered the room with five- you notice a group of candles almost blow out from an invisible wind, but you elect to look away from it.

A myriad of profuse apologies on behalf of and from their compatriot fill the air, mixed between bowing and spouting of enough titles to fill a stew pot; Only once it concludes do you finally sit. They must've heard the altercation from moments ago, and you struggle not to show amusement at the theatrics. But after that moment, only a feeling of boredom remains.

In the deep recesses of your mind, perhaps one sicker than you might wish it, you lament Corvus's choice of diplomacy.

It's longer, far more tedious, and has you spending all of your energy speaking with stuffy priests and diplomats that has your mind aching in either boredom or annoyance. Or at worst, anger. Like moments ago in the hall. With something such as war, the goal is at least on first impression, simple and obtainable. Diplomacy requires a firm hand, yet gentle, and results in having a legion of Astartes figuratively chomping at the bit.

Thankfully, Corvus has Imperium agents and his own diplomats to do most of the gentle talking. Corvus is far too blunt and tight lipped for these sorts of things, and you aren't on your best behavior after the incident in the hall. You swear that man might actually just collapse dead if Corvus spares him one more glance.

But the Primarch seems disinterested, though not much to your surprise. What is a surprise however, is when he seems to decide to find a way to occupy his mind elsewhere. On matters perhaps a bit more interesting to him.

His hand lays on your thigh. It's heavy; The ceramite of his armor adds a considerable heft. You look up at him curious and receive nothing back in return. He has always been impeccable at hiding his emotions behind an mask of complete indifference, and only sometimes does it fall off. You only catch his dark eyes for a moment before he looks elsewhere, the sunlight colored through the stained glass and shining on his pale skin.

His hand trails further up your thigh, though it doesn't much have to given the sheer size of his hand in comparison to your body. He might perhaps not be the largest of all the Primarchs, but that doesn't mean his body is any less gargantuan compared to your own.

The raven, which has been largely silent since sitting, shifts from your shoulder to his, content with it's higher perch. Your clothing bunches and wrinkles underneath his armored fingers, before the outside of his armored palm presses against your cunt. You feel a jolt of lighting go up your spine, and it's a struggle not shift your shoulders forward as he applies a non-stop pressure to your most sensitive areas.

You put a hand on his fingers and attempt to peel them away, but they stay firm. It's like trying to pry away the fingers of a marble statue. There is absolutely no chance in doing so and now you sit at the mercy of whatever he wishes to do to you. A question that will get no answer, as you glance upward again his watch his stoic face glance from person to person. As if completely unaware or uncaring of what he is doing.

He is intent to try your patience, it seems. You lean slightly forward as your nerves make you fear of anyone being able to see what's happening beneath the table; As you know there is at least one cloaked Raven Guard somewhere in the room. If he was behind you, he would be easily able to see. Especially as The Primarch's hand begins to move, unsatisfied with simply forcing his way into the front of your mind with just his still pressure. Each movement he makes makes your body feel hotter, like you're going to boil alive despite the cool air

"And mandatory requisitions..."

Negotiations seem to be doing well, from what murmurs you pick up. But you're too busy tensing your thighs as Corvus rubs the side of his hand against your clothed cunt to notice. His armor is unyielding, pressing against you firm and forcing your thighs apart slightly no matter how hard you fight it. You'd be hard pressed to have anything come to mind at this point. Slowly and with every muscle in your body tensed, you attempt to let out a deep, heavy sigh without casting any interest your way.

You cross your ankles, and put your chin in the nook of your index finger and thumb, placing fingers over your lips in an attempt to simply look bored. Your other hand grasps onto the first two fingers of his hand for dear life, desperately trying not to even make a single movement out of place let alone make a noticeable sound. You can feel the way your undergarments slide against your cunt, soaked and crying for it to stop, and for it to continue until you finally come.

"We can construct a new harbor..."

You've completely lost the path of what's happening around you, thighs quivering from how tight you have them pressed together around Corvus' hand. But his hand still moves between them up and down against your clothed cunt, unimpeded.

A harsh breath is all you let out of your nose as you feel your stomach tense as you come against him through the layers of fabric, feeling like you're being watched by a million eyes. But none are, except for him.

Through that flawless, neutral expression, he glances downward at you before he pulls his gauntlet from between your thighs and rests it back against the massive wooden tabletop. You could tell the look in his eyes. He lets you settle down from the high in silence, in a room that feels like a stage. You have no possible idea of how long you'll be stuck here, as your clit throbs in aftershocks.

You look away from his dark eyes before they trap you for good, and lament the wet, sticky feeling against your undergarments as you shift in your seat.

#I will reference Nykona in everything with Corax I swear to god because I love him #primarch x reader #warhammer 40k x reader #Corvus Corax x reader #reader insert #reader #mywriting

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kurooblossom · 2 years

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MC HAS AN NIGHTMARE (PART 2)

♡ Characters: Mammon, Asmodeus, Diavolo, Simeon, Solomon

♡ Warnings: Fluff, gn!mc, light angst, not proof read, probably ooc-ness

♡ A/N: Welp. Shit happened in between this part and the first part. 😅 Aside from getting distracted, I’ve been sick a few times since the first part and still am. I do apologize for any ooc-ness. I’m still trying to get a grasp off most of the characters in this part. Definitely will rewrite this whenever I have a better grasp of the characters and have more inspiration.

♡ Part 1 ♡ Part 2 ♡ Part 3

With fresh tears still in their eyes, MC crawled out of bed and slipped on their house shoes. Quietly, they opened and closed their door, and walked carefully to where they knew they would be able to find him at that hour.

♕ MAMMON

Being that it was 3 am, the Avatar of Greed was sacked out peacefully in his bed. He wouldn’t really wake up until he felt the bed dip and MC slip in under the covers.

Wordlessly, MC would move into Mammon’s arms, burying their head into his chest.

“MC?” He mumbled groggily. “What are ya doing?”

MC wouldn’t respond.

He would frown, feeling their body tremble against his, and tears slowly staining his nightshirt.

“Don’t worry, MC,” he said, wrapping his arms around their body, pulling them in closer to him with. “Whatever it is, the Great Mammon has got yer back.”

Mammon stays up with MC, if they need, until they calm down. He would stay up with them for the rest of the night if that’s what his human needed. After all, he’s their first and he has to protect them and ensure their happiness.

♕ ASMODEUS

He would moan when the squeak of the wooden door woke him from his slumber. Tiredly, he shifts his eye mask up just enough to see, ready to see one of his brothers with something that could’ve waited until morning. He is surprised though when he finds MC in the doorway.

“MC?” He said groggily.

“Asmo,” MC sniffled. “Can I join you?”

“Always, darling,” he smiled sleepily.

He lifted the covers for them to crawl in, carefully draping the layers of fabric over them once they were settled at his side. He turned onto his side, shifting his eye mask higher up onto his face so he could see them.

“Have you been crying?” He frowned.

MC nodded, shifting closer to the demon, wishing nothing more than to be in his embrace.

“Oh, darling, come here,” he cooed, when they whimpered.

Despite being on a strict beauty sleep schedule, Asmodeus would stay up for awhile with MC if they needed and lend an ear. His hands would play with their hair as they laid there, carefully listening to MC when they spoke. The two only falling asleep when MC felt safe once more.

With fresh tears still in their eyes, MC rolled over in their bed and reached for their D.D.D. With shaky hands, they scrolled through their contacts until they found their name. Despite the time at the top of their screen, they pressed their name and dialed him.

♕ DIAVOLO

It was the later hours of night, and under normal circumstances the Demon Prince would’ve already been in bed and asleep, but at last there he was. Finally slipping into his night clothes, after his finally meeting of the day ran way over, preparing for bed. His brows furrowed slightly when his D.D.D lit up at the foot of his bed, vibrating lightly against the thick mattress.

Who would call him at nearly 2 am on an weekday?

His brows would further furrow when he saw MC’s name written across the top of his screen. Quickly, he answered it afterwards, concern clear in his voice when he spoke.

“MC? Is everything alright?”

Through sniffles, MC would explain however much they felt comfortable with explaining in regards to their nightmare.

He would offer to have himself or Barbatos personally come pick them up if they wished, anything that would make them feel better. Depending on how MC felt, they would accept.

No matter the means of them reaching Diavolo’s castle, Diavolo would usher them inside and into his room, where Barbatos would have fresh tea and blankets waiting for them.

He would refuse to leave MC’s side until they asked. MC fell asleep on him at some point during the night and he felt so honored they were comfortable enough with him to do so.

♕ SIMEON

He would possibly already be asleep when MC calls, at the very least in bed, and his D.D.D vibrating on his table side catches his attention.

“MC? Is everything alright?”

He would slip into guardian angel mode when he hears their voice. He’s worried something happened to them physically or they might be in danger currently. He relaxes slightly when he hears their safe and okay, but the frown on lips remain.

He offers to come to them, fully prepared to go stay with them or bring them back to Purgatory Hall.

Regardless of how it unfolds, MC ends up back at Purgatory Hall, and they successfully manage to get MC into Simeon’s room without waking up any of the other residents.

He asked if there is anything he could do for them and an small blush covered his cheeks when they requested to sleep together.

“Are you sure?” He asked nervously.

MC nodded.

He pushed down his nervousness and moved to the opposite side of the bed from where they sat. Carefully, he laid down behind them and waited, eyeing them as they moved. His heart was beating quickly already, but it sped up when they laid down and curled into his chest.

“Deep breaths, darling,” he murmurs. “You’re okay now. You’re safe.”

♕ SOLOMON

Solomon would be finally laying down to go to sleep for the night whenever his D.D.D would vibrate on the nightstand next to his bed. At first, he would consider not answering it with how late it was, but in the end he would decide to. When he saw the contact information on his screen, and later picked up, he was thankful he choose to not ignore the device.

MC whimpered his name through their tears when he picked up. An frown immediately formed on his lips, his brows furrowing, and his posture stiffening as he sat at his bedside.

“What happened? Do you need me to come get you?”

He would teleport in an instant tp their room and take MC back to Purgatory Hall. He would quickly urge them to sit on his bed, quickly grabbing the throw at the foot of his bed, and gently laid it over their shoulders. He would offer to go grab them some tea or anything they would need, offering to wake Luke or Simeon if it would help.

Once MC was settled, he would take his place beside them and pull them into his embrace. He would press soft kiss to the crown of their head, gently lowering the both of them down onto his bed when MC begun to cry into his chest.

“It’s okay,” he murmurs. “Nothing can hurt you now.”

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class1akids · 1 year

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I know the anime adds angry bakugou scenes but how much of angry gag bakugou is there in the manga? Is it like it's just not there as often or that he never acts like that anymore?

The way I picture bakugou is that he's mellowed out a lot especially with the way he interacts with classmates + deku. But I think there's also the perception that he's still rude or 'classic bakugou' to them and hasn't really mellowed out in terms of his interactions as much as you'd expect him to with all the internal growth, even now.

Idk if I just created a different image of him in my head or if he is canonically like what I think him to be. (Tho either way, I think it has been a yr and as time goes on he'll probably mellow out even more 👀 Also, not trying to start any bkg discourse, just genuinely wanna hear/be signposted to your thoughts on this)

Bakugou absolutely did mellow out in the manga, but yeah, he still does have outbursts too. I don't think it's contradictory - it's not like he's undergone a total personality-change. A certain amount barking is integral to his character, but I think the important thing is the underlying emotion, reason and intent to his expression.

Early Bakugou was cruel or thoughtless because he didn't understand his own insecurities or true heroism and lashed out at others (especially at Izuku) to release whatever internal tension he was feeling.

But as Bakugou changes - the nature of his anger changes too. It's not like he stops altogether, but the manga shows this change the way it portrays the anger / its purpose.

For example, take the scene in Ch 257 when they talk about Deku's new quirks with All Might. A lot of fandom was up in arms at the time that Bakugou is a gremlin who has no reason to sit in the OFA meetings:

while even back then some of us argued that it was not just Bakugou being conceited, but that it was his response to this earlier part of the conversation where it got really dark and serious for a moment.

Bakugou used his anger / his Bakugou-ness on purpose, as a camouflage to change the mood / give himself time to figure out whether / when to confront All Might about the cross-out lines. But this comes back only in Ch 284 - in manga-time a year later.

But Bakugou's discussion with All Might contextualizes Bakugou's "angry gremlin" behaviour 30 chapters ago. So this is one example of a "Bakugou gag" in the manga having an actual narrative purpose and revealing something about his growth and maturity, despite continued gremlin behaviour.

If you don't mind manga spoilers, another scene that's coming in a 2-3 episodes is Bakugou's post-war outburst in the hospital, which is absolutely used as a gag and comic relief in the manga, where the class has to restrain him so he won't tear up his stitches trying to get to Deku.

Again, we have to wait several chapters / months to get confirmation that Bakugou's outburst here is driven by a genuine urge to say to Deku everything he wanted to say and not wait for another moment (that may or may not come). He wanted to desperately get to Izuku, because he "had more to say" and knew that it was important to say it.

Also, in the manga I love how the "you haven't changed" becomes a gag in itself between Bakugou and his class who has started to see through his "tsundere anger" ages ago. So it is very endearing how they find ways of channelling Bakugou's bombastic disposition into cute interactions, like Bakugou yelling about the cleanliness of the bath tub, his class-mates calling him the "same", and then the whole thing devolving into a playful, but intense splashing.

Bakugou's anger / the response to it is clearly a well-worn game, which helps everyone process post-apology, and trying to find a new "normal" for their interactions.

So to me it feels like that in the manga most "angry Bakugou" gags have a story-purpose, help characterize him and his shifting dynamics with other characters and rarely feel ooc.

This is not the case with anime!bakugou, where it often seems that the writers of those scenes have no understanding of Bakugou's growth or character. E.g. this season when he starts yelling about having to do evacuation completely ignore Bakugou's growing understanding of the importance of rescue, or how he's been working with Endeavor for 3 months at that point, being a good team-player and someone who takes his internship duties seriously. Anime!Bakugou angry-gags don't help with characterisation - rather, often they regress him so much that it makes almost difficult to understand how he gets from A to B.

#bnha meta #bnha manga spoilers #c1a asks #bakugou katsuki #anime!bakugou #manga!bakugou #manga vs anime

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monocle-teacup · 7 months

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The ideas have been coming nonstop since @sveene and I have started chatting.

So some context for this short fic: Mandroid is back, still stuck in his Final Form but he's now an anti-hero of sorts. He's working with GHOST now and the Terrans make it a point to torment him as much they can. This is my first time writing the Terrans, so I apologize for any OOC ness.

Happiness

The process of pulling on Mandroid’s tail had become routine at this point. One of the Terrans would perform the action, he’d snarl and swing his tail, say something, and then stomp away in annoyance. It was a very stupid idea considering Mandroid’s history, but the Terrans were of the opinion that he deserved it. Twitch, Thrash, and Hashtag were the main culprits with Jawbreaker and Nightshade rarely joining in.

The robotic siblings had worked out a system to figure out whose turn it was and today it was Twitch. In truth, a part of her was worried that one day Mandroid would reach his breaking point. He had sort of been on his best behavior lately, although the frequent accidents were starting to make her wonder.

His tail was a few feet from her now. Pushing her fears out of her mind, she smiled and grabbed the currently swinging appendage. Nothing happened. She pulled again. Still nothing. Cocking her head to the side, she flew around to see his face.

“Man… Doctor Meridian?” He was staring into space with a smile. She made eye contact with the other Terrans who were just as confused as she was. “Hello? Earth to Mandroid?” The fact he didn’t even have any reaction to his nickname was concerning.

She went over to her siblings. “I think Mandroid’s broken.”

“That smile he has is pretty freaky.” Thrash commented.

“It looks like a different smile than the ones I’m used to seeing on him.” Nightshade added.

“I get what you mean.” Hashtag replied. She looked thoughtful. “It looks… peaceful.”

“He’s probably imagining off-lining all of us.” Thrash huffed.

“No, his smile would be scary.” Jawbreaker said.

“What are you all so serious about?” Alex asked as he walked in.

“Dad!” the Terrans cried in unison. All of them started talking at once, informing the man of what was happening.

Alex raised his hands to calm his children down. Despite so many voices, he was able to make out what they said.

“I’ll talk to him since you all are so concerned about it.” The Terrans huddled in a group to watch as their dad approached the scientist.

“Hello Stephen!” he said cheerfully.

The mech’s body jumped slightly, whatever trance he was in broken. He turned to look at his old friend.

His face and tone were friendly. “Hello Alex, it’s always a pleasure when you stop by my lab.”

“I’m surprised you responded to me.”

Mandroid raised a brow. “Why is that?”

The smaller man laughed. “Twitch pulled your tail a few times and said you didn’t do anything.”

He narrowed his eyes in confusion. “She did? I didn’t notice.”

“The kids said you looked really happy just now. A content sort of happy.”

His tail twitched in a mixture of embarrassment and irritation. “I didn’t realize my feelings were a vital topic of discussion.” He glared at the Terrans for a moment, then relaxed before Alex could say anything.

“It’s nice seeing you look genuinely happy again.”

Mandroid gestured with his organic right hand. “You don’t seem surprised at that fact.”

A know it all grin appeared on Alex’s face. “I figured it’d happen sooner or later.”

The scientist’s expression became expectant. “Oh? And why do you say that?”

He patted an organic hand and winked. “Because I’ve seen the way you look at Tara.” He walked away, leaving his friend sputtering.

#tf #tfe #transformers #transformers earthspark #tf earthspark #earthspark #dr. meridian #mandroid #tfe mandroid #earthspark mandroid #my writing #fic #fanfiction

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thedemises · 6 months

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i already read all this for the nth time and i am not liking it (though some of you may like it so here you go)

(this was rushed and definitely all ooc soooo... i apologize for that)

10/16/23 | content below... multiple, randomly-selected BSD characters pat your head/ruffle your hair/pet you/touch your hair/etc. warnings... lowercase writing, obvious out of character-ness, no dialogue, your hair is often complimented and/or stared at lol sorry.

atsushi's hand ghosts over your head, hesitant to whether should he touch your head of hair or not. still uncertain yet he ends up placing his hand on your hair, gently ruffling it as he run his fingers through your locks. he admires how your hair shines beneath the sunset's vibrant orange golden-like beams through the pane of glasses behind your desk, and ponders to himself how pretty your hair is. he's glad you're the only one's left in the office this evening unless he'd want to be teased.

in a dim alleyway, you sat on a crate with one leg up and your arm resting on its knee with only hirotsu there as your partner from the mission that'd already had been taken care of fairly quick. the faint smell of smoke isn't at all mistaken, coming from the cigarette that he lit up with a lighter which he already had hid. his back leaned on the wall, stood beside the crate you sat on, as his subconsciously lets his arm raise and briefly pat you on the head.

he extends his open palm as a helping hand to your kneeling figure on the training ground's floor. he patiently waits with the expression of stoic still while you inhale breaths of air from exhaustion, then you eventually let yourself get pulled up to your feet with your hand in his. staring at your now messy hair with narrowed eyes, tetchou decides to fix your hair for you as his fingers delicately smooth over stray strands and tuck locks of it behind your ears.

letting herself get comfortable, teruko merely sat on your shoulders with her smaller-sized hands on your head as you check over reports that happened in the past week. her gloved fingers gripped your hair for a second before relaxing, then deciding to mess with it for the purpose of playfulness, boredom, and for entertainment of your reaction.

kunikida was in the infirmary room beside your unconscious form after a certain mission went wrong on your end. he closes his notebook to look over at your current state, the stern expression giving away his concern. studying you, he merely fixes the misplaced hair on your face before going back to write in his book.

the obvious unsolved caculations on the white board gave away the reason why kajii had seemed so down, unable to solve whatever he was planning to do next—possibly involving the lemon bombs. you stood there as you solved the problem in your mind beforehand then telling him the solution. he immediately sprouted from the position he'd previously been in—having had his head in his arms whilst he rests on his lab's counter—and went over to you to ruffle your head in an almost rapidly manner before going over to put the solution to the problem he'd been attempting to solve.

smoke flows past his parted lips while he waits for your arrival, holding his pipe between his fingers and watches the faint smoke in the air float about before vanishing. ayatsuji eventually spots you approaching him—to solve another case as a detective—he merely nods his head just a bit before briefly patting your head as he went past your form, anticipating for you to catch up.

tanizaki finds himself beside you while silently listening to the words as you read the story aloud for him to hear. he was more focused to hear till the end of the book before he caught sight of your droopy eyes, threatening to close any second from lack of sleep. without hesitation, he wraps his arm around your head and lets you rest on his shoulder, gently running his hand over your hair before closing the book—bookmarking it beforehand—then placing it on your lap. he admires his surroundings, deciding to stay like this for a while.

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marionscriptions · 2 years

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interlaced distance

desc even though you promised me that we would always be friends...

characters anzu, gn!reader (no pronouns used, save for 'you'), mentions of a few of the engirls 3rd years, transfer student-kun (anzu's younger brother) is also mentioned.

warnings some spoilers for the engirls story 'paradise'. reader attends kimisaki (AU where kimisaki is already co-ed, so this fic is not really canon-compliant). some (possible) ooc-ness. cussing.

notations anzu fic (Jaw Drop). i got this idea while waiting for my hair to dry and RAN to write it. i also do not know kimisaki's layout very well, so i apologize if i make a mistake with any details about the school...

She slipped through your fingers faster than you could fathom. One second, you were together, you, Anzu, and Suzu, ditching your classes in favor of escaping to the rooftop of Kimisaki. The next?

She was gone. The tea ceremony clubroom felt emptier than ever, with only Itoh and a few others occupying it. You stopped showing up altogether, the atmosphere too heavy for you to bear.

...But could you truly blame her for leaving? After everything that your peers did... you surely would have done the same. You could tell that she was cracking, slowly but surely. The taunting took its toll on her, weighing her down, drowning her until she asphyxiated.

You tried to reach out to her, you really did. Your hand outstretched, desperate for her to just grab onto it, to take your hand... you wanted her to tell you that she'd be back soon, or that you'd be in the same class again, just like last year, that her disappearance from school was merely temporary.

However...

It wasn't enough. Never. Your dear friend disappeared, as if she were a ghost rather than a human.

Her younger brother would answer the door everytime you tried to visit her. The same routine ensued every single time. He would greet you politely, ask if you were here for "big sis Anzu", and then call for her, only to receive no response.

...You absolutely hated it.

Even Suzu seemingly gave up on visiting by the time that early spring rolled around, pouring her feelings into music via the light music club instead of dwelling.

You wondered, was it worth it to stay at Kimisaki, when you and your friends of last year have drifted so far apart that you were practically strangers by now? Why stay at a school where change would never come, where the same stiff, unchanging protocol would be enforced? The school that practically killed your friend... would it truly be worth it to stay?

...It's pointless to be stuck on it, you reprimanded yourself. After all, spending your morning reminicising what could've been or should've been wouldn't help you get ready for school, would it?

The blue blazer clung to your skin as you fumbled with your (also blue) tie, attempting to put it on correctly. Grabbing your school bag, you set off for school, just like usual.

On your way to school, you picked up breakfast from a nearby convenience store, eating it as you continued your walk. Your footsteps came to a sudden pause as you were met with the sight of a school building, bright pink flowers fencing the outskirts. In the vast sea of people, (E/C) eyes locked with red and yellow ones.

So much for forgetting.

...Breaking eye contact, you continued your walk, praying that she didn't recognise or notice that you were there. It was a foolish wish of yours, for the way that Suzu "the Fallen Angel" looked at you told you enough. The lump in your throat refused to subside, yet you tried and tried to push it down. Stop it.

Another school building came into view after a while. Similarly to the school of pink-tinged buildings and flowers, this school was surrounded by plants, with greenery gating the perimeter. A school where dreams bloom, the informational pamphlet claimed.

"Here we are, (name)." you exhaled shakily. The buildings towered over you, almost intimidatingly so. Compared to last year, this school was much bigger.

"New school, new me" is what you wanted to believe. You truly wanted to think that this school would truly make your dreams bloom.

No rebellion, no rooftop-shared secrets, no bunny outfits, no self-proclaimed 'troublemakers', no moments in the tea ceremony clubroom that would make you dizzily flustered to just think about... A clean slate, one where you are a stranger to others rather than a troublemaker, a freak.

A familiar head of brown hair in the crowd around the gate caught your eye immediately, and it was as if the world stopped its rotating for just a split second.

"Anzu...?"

Blue eyes met yours upon hearing her name. You were.. beyond words, to put it simply. Why did it hurt so much, to encounter her yet again? You looked forward to seeing her again. No, you practically would've given up anything to encounter her again. Yet...

"(name)?"

You felt such conflicting emotions. On one hand, you just wanted to scream and cry, but on the other...

"I'm so sorry."

"...There's no need to apologize," Anzu reassured. "It was my fault, not your—"

"Bullshit," you interjected. "That's bullshit, I should've tried harder... I should've done something. If I had, then you..."

Taking a deep breath to collect yourself (and to prevent the waterworks from starting up), you averted your eyes from hers, blue eyes that seemed haunted, overflowing with regret. "I... tried visiting you, y'know. Your brother would answer the door instead."

"..." Anzu didn't respond, instead opting to focus on the ground. A few pebbles were scattered around the sidewalk.

"I just..." You definitely wanted to cry now. What would you even say? Your brain fumbled around for any sort of response, any other kind of action to convey your tangled mess of feelings, ultimately settling on a, "Nevermind."

The silence that followed was thick with tension. You hated it.

"Big sis, I'm gonna head o—" A familiar face came into view, another head of brown hair that you grew accustomed to seeing over the past few months.

"Ah, you're her friend, right?" the boy in front of the two of you asked. You nodded.

"Yeah. You're... Anzu's little brother, right?"

"Mhm." The boy confirmed, turning to face Anzu. "Hey, big sis, I'm leaving now. See ya later."

"Wait, you forgot your—" Before Anzu could even finish her sentence, her little brother was already off, walking away swiftly.

You supposed that they too were drifting apart from each other, although you refrained from commenting on it.

"Well..." she spoke up afterwards, eyes finally meeting yours (albeit nervously). "I should probably... head to the counsellor's office. To pick up my schedule, that is."

"Y-Yeah. I should head to the general course building. Maybe I'll see you around," you answered, looking in the aforementioned building's direction.

"Mm. See you around... (nickname)."

She was gone once more, the scent of apricots thick on you after your encounter. Swallowing your emotions down, you took the crumpled-up pamphlet out from your school bag, taking in the detailed illustration of the school building.

"Yu-me-no-sa-ki..." you read. "A school where dreams bloom..."

Perhaps it was your childish dream of reconciliation speaking, but in that moment, you believed the school's motto. Maybe, just maybe... she would take your hand this year. Perhaps, you would be able to catch up to her.

#enstars x reader #anzu x reader #marionscriptions ☆

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elm-is-here · 1 year

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The first chapter is up!!! I am so sorry this took so long 😭😭😭. This semester has been dragging me through the mud. Anyways… I am so happy to share this with you guys! It’s definitely not perfect, and im still working on chishiyas characterization so I apologize for any ooc-ness. But I hope you enjoy! And feel free to let me know what you think!

#alice in borderland #arisu ryohei #arisu x chishiya #chishiya alice in borderland #fanfic

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0-kuki-0 · 1 year

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This is a little work in progress written by yours truly using my oc (Nolu) and my platonic die or die trying Chicken’s oc (Syx).

For context, Syx is dating both Xiao and Aether because why have one pretty boyfriend when you could have two? Please don’t mind the ooc ness for any of the characters.

Also- can someone please tell me how to add the little read more on mobile? These posts tend to be long and well.. no poor soul wants to scroll past a wall of text. Apologies for poor formatting.

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"Hey babe!" The blonde cheered as he rushed forward and drew him into a hug, the other easily reciprocating.

He turned back to the crowd, and Syx relaxed a tad when he felt the familiar presence of Nolu appear behind him.

"This is my boyfriend, Syx! And that behind him," he stated, glancing back at a bloodied Nolu, sighing at the sight, "is a menace of society."

Nolu squawked in disbelief glaring at the blonde. "Hey braid buddy that's not very cash money of you! This blood isn't even mine?!"

Aether just slumped forward, taking a dramatic gasp before spinning around and pointing at her. Syx just sighed at their shenanigans.

"You stupid adventurer bard- that's the point!" He declared and the women placed her hands over her heart before whispering a minor 'fatal' under her breath.

"That's why your shoes raggedy Blondie!"

"That's why your god dead homophobe!"

"WE ARE BOTH GAY??"

"FUCK YOU"

Syx slinked past his boyfriend, starting up a conversation with the shocked crowd as the braided argued, their statements getting more and more outrageous.

"Greetings," he bowed his head slightly as he spoke, holding out a gloved hand.

The older (?) gentlemen, tall with long brown hair, wore a faint smile as he reciprocated the action.

The boy beside him however, jumped in front and knocked his hand out of the way, posing dramatically.

"It's nice to meet you! I'm Venti, Venti the bard!" Sparkles practically floated around the man as he spoke, a hand outstretched to Syx.

Meanwhile, he just sighed, practically collapsed in on himself.

"Another gremlin? Really? I thought Nolu would be the only one I would have to deal with in this lifetime." He pouted, suffering eternally.

The bards both let out offended gasps, Nolu jumping over travelers shoulder as she skidded to a stop before him.

"What's that supposed to mean buddy ol' pal? I'm your sibling! You're supposed to be nice to meee..." she whined, tugging on his sleeve.

"You've eaten demons for fun I think you'll be fine." He deadpans, the brunette gasping as their head back, placing an arm over her eyes as they oh so dramatically collapsed.

"Betrayed! Woah is me, a humble bard left behind by my only kin, to starve and suffer alone."

They fake sobbed from where they hung tightly on his leg.

Aether sighed before hooking his arms under her own and dragging them off of Syx. They let go easily- much to Aether frustration as they both tumbled backwards.

With a loud crash and oomph sounding as Nolu checked up on Aether- Syx began introducing himself to the 4 men.

"Greetings- as Aether has stated I am Syx. The woman over their is Nolu, my kin, please do not mind her."

The man from earlier pushed aside the bard, introducing himself as Zhongli from the Wangsheng funeral parlor.

The other two, following the brunette, did the same. Albedo and 'child'.

"That's a weird ass name- did your parents not love you or something?" He asked the ginger.

Chaos erupted as the ginger lunged at him, Syx cackling as the two fought.

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From hastily apologizing to Aether after causing chaos to pinning their brother and some random ginger child down, Nolu thinks today could have gone a lot worse.

"You! What were you thinking- antagonizing some leprechaun like that?! If Adriyan hears a word of this she will have our heads!"

"Leprechaun-?!" The ginger let out and offended gasp- a fatal mistake, dragging an irate former priestess's attention to him.

"And you! Gingerbread boy! What were you thinking?! Attacking the traveler's boyfriend and MY brother? What are you?! A child?!"

After saying that she suddenly paused, glancing down at the fallen ginger.

"..your not actually a child are you? How old are you kiddo?"

..”Nolu I swear to god if you adopt a GROWN ASS MAN-“

#genshin impact ocs #genshin impact #aether x original character #oc #« outofcharacter » ( ooc )#Aether #Childe #Venti #Zhongli #mentioned Albedo #from high priestess to adventurer bard #and from royal guard to menace to society #we have dumbass ocs #mention other oc #mentioned Adriyan #tw swearing #genshin impact fanfics

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nemeseos-noctua · 3 years

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THIS IS FOR AETHER AND ALBEDO PLS--

May I request for a shy S/O that wants to kiss a certain area (For Aether: his tummy, For Albedo: the spark on his neck) they're just oddly attracted to it and wanna bury their nose against it I'msosorryifthisisweirdaha :"D

𝐅𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆: aether, albedo (separate) x gn!reader

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: albedo and aether might be a little ooc? does aether even have a character? also not proofread (is that even a surprise anymore)

𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐒: once again written at 12am! 12am is writing time yall idk what to tell u

he honestly won’t notice at first... and he won’t notice until you tell him

i mean, don’t get me wrong— he’s definitely aware of the way your [e/c] eyes trail down to his stomach... and he’s definitely going to blush and look away when you do

but still! okay! he thinks you’re just, err, looking! not like, you wanted to kiss him! or anything! nope! not at all!

(aether is such a child pls why is he like this just KISS)

“Oh, [Y/N]! Paimon and I were looking for y—“ Aether tilted his head, confused as to why your eyes were avoiding him like the plague.

“... [Y/N]?” Aether repeated once more, waving his gloved hands in front of you as you cleared your throat.

“Ah, Aether! Yes, did you need anything?” You responded, still looking away from the Traveler as he raised his eyebrows.

shuffling to the side so he can stare at you fully, you kept craning your head away from him no matter how much he moved into your sight

cupping his gloved hands over your cheek, aether tilted your head to gaze into his golden orbs, its hues flickering with confusion as paimon’s barfing noises could be heard behind the blonde

“I was going to ask you if you wanted to do my commissions with me... but is something wrong?” He asked, completely oblivious to the way you struggled to not stare at the skin below his croptop... was Aether always this fine?

“Nope! Nothing at all!” You tapped the side of your thigh anxiously, waiting for Aether to let go of you— which he cautiously did.

“Okay... but if something’s wrong, be sure to tell me, okay?” Aether spoke softly, his worry sending your heart aflame as you stiffly nodded.

you felt so bad for staring at aether (even though he was your man) but PLEASE did he have to be this fine?!

you. you can literally see his abs. like. the outline. like. like, like—

anyways!

after the two of you completed your commissions and checked in for the night, you waited until paimon left to eat everything at good hunter to confess your embarrassment to aether

look. if you were gonna stare, you were at least going to make aether aware of such beliefs... because, it was kind of embarrassing otherwise

“Ah, Aether...” You looked away, edging slowly to your side of the tent as the blonde merely hummed, staring up at the roof of the tent.

“Yes?”

“Sorry.”

“Huh? For what?” The Traveler turned over to you, gazing at you in confusion as you fiddled nervously with your fingers.

“Ah... uh, for staring at you.”

Stifling a laugh, Aether merely gazed at you and all of your adorable-ness. Why were you apologizing? You were literally his s/o!

“It’s okay, I know you didn’t mean anything of harm,” The male reassured you, a comforting smile painting his features as your mind blared the most embarrassing thought ever.

I want to kiss you. You thought.

“You can.”

“What?” You yelped, eyes wide as Aether avoided your gaze, his cheeks dusting with a blush so soft he looked like a calla lily under the dim moonlight.

“No, wait! I mean—” Covering your face with your hands, both Aether and you were short-circuiting.

if you really want to kiss his stomach, you’re going to have to tell him... cuz aether ain’t the brightest when it comes to romance cues!

you wanna kiss him? sure! you wanna kiss his stomach? su—wait what?

“... i wanna kiss your, eh... stomach,” you manage to stifle out before faceplanting into the floor of the tent. why? why?! NANDE NANDE NANDE NANDE— (jk lol)

aether was silent. i mean, not that that’s new or anything, but you could hear crickets

“i... okay!” aether sat up, his face exploding a bright red it matched the fire outside

“no! aether! you don’t have to—“

pulling you into his chest, aether looked away from you, closing his eyes as if all of his embarrassment would go away

“Eh?! What the heck is going on here?!” Paimon whisper-screamed, stumbling into the tent— only to see the sight of you and Aether’s limbs tangled together, your head resting atop the blonde’s toned stomach.

“Blegh!!” The mascot rushed out of the tent, vomiting at the sight of her companion being all lovey-dovey.

Disgusting!

he’d notice you staring at his neck pretty quickly

he’s very perceptive, thanks to his alchemy and him having to observe the tiniest of elemental reactions—you staring at the star on his skin is no biggie

in all honesty, he’d find amusement in teasing you about how obvious you’re being. like, oh? you want to kiss his neck? why don’t you tell him so?

BUT HE MEANS IT ALL LOVINGLY!

it’s okay. just kiss him fr and he’ll shut up 🙄🙄

“Is something the matter, [Y/N]?” Albedo quipped smugly, watching your eyes avoid his as you fiddled nervously with the pencil on your table.

“Nothing.”

“Hmm... is that so?”

Finding amusement in your hesitance, Albedo resumed his studies. The hour hand of the clock seemed to move quickly—too quickly for the alchemist to comprehend. He swore the sun rose just two hours ago! What did the clock mean it was midnight?!

Sighing for the nth time, Albedo pinched the bridge of his nose, staring at the letters that scattered the pages, your figure moving like a candlelight in the peripherals of his vision.

Tugging at the hem of his coat, the alchemist turned towards you in an uncharacteristic confusion. Albedo was so used to knowing the ins and outs of everything he laid his eyes upon—it was a part of being an alchemist— but when it came to you, it seemed as though you were some kind of unreadable book that’d take years to translate.

But perhaps, that was your charm.

“albedo needs some sleep” you thought, getting up to usher him to bed

knowing he would decline your invitation, you mustered up the courage to do the unthinkable:

kiss his neck.

“You need some rest, Albedo,” You hummed, resting your chin on his shoulder as the alchemist swore he melted. If it were under any circumstance (if he wasn’t experimenting), he would’ve obliged in a heartbeat. But right now, he was busy! He was about to make a scientific breakthrough and—

The “I can’t,” that was about to slip from his tongue was quickly swallowed back down.

His teal eyes widened once your lips came into contact with the star on his neck, his adam’s apple hanging right above the galactic pattern as his face exploded in a red cascade of blush.

“Okay, I’ll go to bed first,” You shuffled to the bedroom, your footsteps clumsy from the way your mind fogged over with embarrassment, joy, content, and anxiousness.

Covering his nose and mouth with the back of his arm, Albedo straightened up—still suffering from a severe case of love.

Agh—why did you have to do this to him?

Resting his elbows on the table before him, the alchemist stared blankly at the wooden material, the redness on his face never leaving.

Just how was he going to experiment now?

— constellations!

#genshin x reader #genshin impact x reader #genshin headcanons #genshin scenarios #genshin imagines #genshin impact headcanons #genshin impact scenarios #genshin impact imagines #genshin albedo #genshin aether #albedo x reader #aether x reader #albedo scenarios #albedo imagines #albedo #aether #constellarations

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wanderinginksplot · 2 years

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I would like to request Republic Commando Fi x reader fic with ,,how much longer 'til we're there?" prompt in which he visits his girlfriend on Coruscant after spending long time on misions off planet and then she brings him out somewhere to show him what ,,normal people" do in their free time, include some fluff please

Republic Commando Fi x fem!reader. Fi returns to Coruscant on leave and spends it with his new partner. (Rated G, despite that description.)

Okay, starting off strong with some apologies! First, I am so sorry this took as long as it did. Thank you for your patience! Second, I only just finished Republic Commando: Triple Zero, so the plot is intended to take place just after that mission and characterization is based on things that went on in that book rather than anything later. Any OOC-ness is my fault.

*If you're familiar with Republic Commando, this takes place one unspecified, routine mission after Republic Commando: Triple Zero.

*If you're unfamiliar with Republic Commando, all you need to know is that Fi is in a squad of four commandos who have been to Coruscant before and have ties there, but haven't spent much free time on the planet.

Fi + "How much longer 'til we're there?"

Word Count: 4,700

Warnings: An incredible amount of fluff, shifting POV, mentions of war, good-natured teasing among commandos.

“There you go, ramikade,” the pilot announced, his voice raised just enough to carry to Omega Squad in the back of the transport. “Triple Zero. Welcome home.”

“Home,” Atin snorted. “Troopers don’t get those, last I checked.”

“Shut it, Atin,” Niner ordered. “Be pessimistic on your own time. Fi’s excited to see his civvie.”

Fi barely heard any of their continued conversation over the excitement buzzing in his chest as he peered through the narrow viewport at the expanse of cityscape beneath them. Coruscant had been intimidating every time he had ever been there, and this time was no different.

The buildings on the uppermost level towered up toward the atmosphere, their penthouses reaching for the stars. As the ship dipped lower and lower, some of the buildings began to rise further up, silhouetting against the late afternoon sunlight - whatever sunlight could manage to filter through the smog and pollution, anyway. In this light, Fi could understand how Coruscant’s capital was sometimes known as the City of Spires.

The mass of buildings was inhabited by a teeming collection of life that was staggering in both variety and sheer scope. The city-planet - an ecumenopolis, as his HUD helpfully informed him - played host to more species than any single being could name, every neighborhood a tapestry of immigrated life and cultures. No two areas of the city were the same, and that made it unpredictable. Commandos didn’t like unpredictability. Kal’buir always said that there was danger in things that displayed no easy pattern.

You were unpredictable, though. Fi would never have guessed that you would dance with him the last time he was on Coruscant, or that you would accept him so readily. You had given your comm frequency with the understanding that he wasn't under any obligation to contact you. You had been a shock to him, running counter to everything he had been taught to expect…

So, of course, Fi had contacted you at the earliest possible opportunity.

You had spent some time together before he had to leave for his next mission. It had all been tame - extremely so, if he were to use Darman and Etain as a point of comparison, or Atin and Laseema - but you had still met him at the shipyard with a farewell kiss and a promise to show him around the next time he was on Coruscant.

“How much longer ‘til we’re there?” Fi called, leaning forward a bit to make extra sure the pilot heard him. It came out much louder than he had expected.

“Easy, vod,” Darman urged, laughing slightly.

“Shouting won’t make the process faster,” Atin told him.

Fortunately, the pilot seemed to find Fi’s eagerness amusing rather than insulting. “I’ll have you on the surface in under ten minutes, guaranteed.”

“Is that with or without a parachute?” Niner asked quietly, and the others snorted at the joke.

Fi didn’t laugh along with them. If he had the option to bail out of the transport, he’d gladly accept the use of a GAR parachute. Rumors of unreliability be karked. He had places to be.

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The war effort never quite seemed real on Coruscant. Sure, you heard plenty about it on news broadcasts, kept up with the latest movements on the Holonet, and tried to puzzle out the esoteric decisions made by the Senate. And the troopers were certainly hard to ignore, both the ones in the Coruscant Guard and the men who came to Coruscant between missions. And yes, you had taken a bit more notice of the war since meeting Fi, but it all seemed so distant.

Coruscant had been invaded by a giant beast at one point and threatened more often than anyone could keep track of, but nothing too intense happened at the center of the galaxy. If Coruscant were to fall, it would be at the end of a war steadily increasing in violence and desperation. From all reports you had read, things weren't there yet, not even remotely.

Of course, you didn't have access to many reports. You were a civilian, working at a popular resort on the upper levels of Coruscant. Your job was to keep the rich guests happy, spending money, and excited to return. They were supposed to come to Coruscant to forget about the war entirely and they worked to do exactly that.

Honestly, the lack of meaningful discussion about the war left you feeling insane more often than not. Why was no one else concerned about a galaxy-wide conflict?

You shook your head sharply, refocusing your attention on the docking yard where you were standing. Fi was coming in on leave and he would want to talk about anything other than the war. You wouldn't let the specter of the ongoing conflict ruin what little time the two of you had together.

Realistically speaking, you shouldn't have known that Fi would be going on leave. It was considered classified information, but you had gotten a cryptic message on your comlink. It had come from a blocked frequency, one you couldn't even begin to access. You had eventually deciphered the message enough to figure out this time and date, and since you had come here to see Fi off last time… It was a bit of a leap, but worth it if you got to spend even a few more minutes with Fi.

You watched as a ship landed close to your current position. The doors started to open before it fully settled onto the ground, and you watched as a trooper covered in black plastoid plate armor appeared in the gap. He jumped the last stretch to land on the duracrete ground of the docking yard.

By the time the figure had started rushing toward you, you were already wearing a broad smile. This was Fi, you could tell. You would be willing to bet every credit you had that it was.

Halfway to you, the figure ripped the helmet from his head. You immediately saw two things: first, it was in fact Fi and, second, he looked just as happy to see you as you were to see him. The moment he reached you, he wrapped you in his arms. If the plastoid pressed against you was rigid and uncomfortable, you weren’t even remotely aware of it. You were with Fi again. He was here, he was safe. All of the other things were just details.

"What are you doing here?" he asked, beaming. "I thought I would have to wait 'til I could comm you!"

"I got a weird message on my comlink…" you explained vaguely, still feeling a little unsettled by the way things had happened.

"A message?" Fi asked, frowning. Before he could ask anything more, his own comlink chimed. "This is Fi."

"Stop chatting with your girlfriend in the shipyard," a voice ordered through the small speaker. "Take her somewhere nice. She's been waiting here for an hour."

Fi grinned again, shaking his head as he said, "Should have known it was you, Ordo. Thanks, vod."

"Have fun. And avoid the usual places unless you want to be waylaid by CSF. Obrim says he still owes you a drink."

You were reasonably sure that Fi’s groan was over-dramatized for effect based on how bright his smile was. “You’d think he would consider that debt paid after last time.”

“You really gonna complain about free alcohol, vod? Go enjoy your night and take them up on it later. You know Obrim and his boys won’t let it go.”

“Will do, Ordo,” Fi said cheerfully. “Thanks again.”

“Ordo out.”

You quirked a brow at Fi. “One of your brothers?”

“One of many,” Fi agreed with a chuckle. “But he’s one of the more useful ones. He’s been making sure I could comm you while I’m on missions. We’re really not supposed to make contact with anyone when we’re in restricted zones, but he patches me through and lays down enough encryption that no one - Republic or Separatist - can figure out what’s going on.”

"That's handy," you remarked. "Do you have to tell anyone you're leaving, or do we just go?"

"That's a matter of opinion," someone who wasn't Fi replied. You turned to find that the speaker was a trooper with an angry looking scar down his face… but the teasing smile he was wearing belied the fierceness of his face. "Fi should go to our debriefing meeting, but he might explode if he has to wait too long to see you. He's talked about you non-stop."

"Come on, Atin," another trooper lectured. "You're just as ready to see Laseema."

"Darman, stop," a third unfamiliar trooper commanded as he joined the group. "You'll deflate Atin's ego too quickly. None of us would survive the drop in pressure."

"Hilarious," Atin said sourly.

Darman took pity on you, explaining softly, "Niner doesn't look for opportunities to mess with the men, but he's not going to deny such an easy target."

"So, Sarge," Fi started, looking hopefully at the newest arrival. "Any chance this will be a short debriefing?"

"No," Niner denied flatly, and Fi deflated beside you. "So I advise you don't go. We'll cover for you."

"Sir…" Fi started uneasily.

"Consider that an order," Niner told him.

"Yes, sir!" Fi agreed, snapping a quick salute before grabbing your hand.

As he pulled you toward the nearest speeder station, you barely had time to glance back over your shoulder and call, "Nice to meet you all!"

"She's too good for him," one of them idly commented to his brothers behind you, but you were too far away to tell him that he was wrong.

Fortunately, finding a transport was a quick and simple process and you soon found yourself seated in the backseat with Fi beside you. Immediately, his closer arm was wrapped around you, pulling you tight against his side while his further hand reached across both of you to toy gently with your fingers.

He seemed content to bask in the silence, but the transport wouldn’t go anywhere until you had given the droid pilot a destination.

“Fi?” you asked gently, reluctant to break the spell of being together, but needing to draw him back to the minute details of life. “We never finalized any plans for tonight. What do you want to do?”

He considered that for a moment, his callused fingertips teasing the delicate spaces between your fingers. Eventually, voice lowered, Fi admitted, “I want to forget about the war for a while.”

You hummed softly in acknowledgment of that. You'd had a feeling that would be true for him, and you couldn’t fault him for that desire. “Do you want to be distracted? We could go to a club or find something to do…”

It was weird to feel someone shrug with their head tucked so closely against your shoulder, but you eventually realized that was what Fi had done. He mumbled something vague about how he would be fine to do anything, but an apathetic shrug and a lackluster agreement weren’t quite the excitement you were looking for.

“Or we could do something totally different,” you offered slowly. “We could have a quiet night, just the two of us.”

Fi lifted his head to peer at your face in the dim interior of the transport. As his dark eyes traced over your face, noting every line and mark of tension, you were abruptly reminded of the highly trained warrior within the laughing exterior. “What do you mean?”

“I mean that we can do something else,” you told him. “If you don’t want to be distracted from the war with loud, flashy stuff, we can do something else. We can pretend you’re a civilian for the night.”

“A civilian for the night,” Fi repeated thoughtfully, face carefully blank.

You froze, suddenly terrified that you had offended him with your thoughtless offer. “Not- I meant that… It’s just-”

“I think I’d like that,” Fi interrupted, breaking into your panicked rambling before you could get too out of control. “I’ve never been able to imagine being a civvie. Maybe with a real civvie to be my guide, I could try it for real.”

The laugh you let out was half from amusement and half from relief. “Then I know exactly where to go.”

You leaned forward and gave the name of your favorite clothing store to the waiting driver. As the droid piloted the transport into the teeming stream of Coruscant traffic, Fi pulled you back against the seat - and into his arms. It figured - the one time you wouldn’t have minded being subjected to the insane traffic jams of Republic City, the skies were clear.

“This is where you want to go tonight?” Fi asked, staring up at the store with a confused look on his handsome face.

You laughed. “No, I just thought you might like to get some civilian clothes. It’s hard to be a civilian in full armor, you know.”

Fi seemed to hesitate for a moment, but he eventually agreed and you went inside.

This was your favorite store for several reasons, but mostly because it offered a wide variety of styles at prices that wouldn’t break your bank account. You weren’t rich by any stretch of the imagination, but you could afford a comfortable outfit for Fi. Stars, you would find a way to buy him an entire wardrobe if it meant that he could forget about the war for a night.

He shopped like a soldier, navigating the store like it was a battlefield and finding an outfit was his sole objective. Amusingly, that meant that he forgot all about talking to or touching you, but you were surprisingly okay with that. You followed him around the store, watching as he took in information about the unfamiliar environment, processed it, and used it to get in and out of the store within half an hour. It was certainly faster than most of the trips you had made there, and the outfit he had chosen made him look remarkably… non-military.

“Do you need to go back to the GAR barracks to drop off your armor?” you asked. “Or we could stop by my apartment, though it’s a little out of the way.”

“Nah,” Fi denied with an easy shrug. “I’ll just get a courier droid to drop it off at the barracks. One of my brothers will stow it for me.”

“Oh, but-” You hesitated in your protest, staring at the pile of black plastoid. “Are you sure that’s a good idea? I know courier droids are reliable, but if something happened to it…”

Fi laughed. “There’s a tracker in every piece of this armor. Commando armor, remember? If it got stolen, it would end badly for whoever took it. A courier droid will be fine. Besides, I don’t want to waste time taking you to the barracks. Can you flag down a droid while I comm one of my squadmates to look out for the drop-off?”

“Of course,” you agreed.

As it turned out, the store had its own courier droid, one whose small firm belied an ability to fly Fi's armor to the GAR barracks with ease. Best of all, the store owner lent you the droid's services at no charge since you were a regular customer.

“What now?” Fi asked after his armor had been loaded onto the courier droid, lacing his fingers through yours.

You looked him up and down, letting your admiration show clearly in your expression. Fi’s tall, muscular body was showcased perfectly in the clothing he had chosen. Dark trousers made his legs look long and strong while his shirt was emblazoned with the logo of a stunningly unpopular bolo-ball team. You had tried to talk him out of the shirt - especially since he didn’t watch bolo-ball or care about it in the slightest - but Fi had only laughed and said that it would be funny if someone tried to fight him over his taste in teams. Since the shirt fit snugly against his broad chest and showcased his thick arms, you didn’t think anyone would be stupid enough to start a fight with him… but if they did, your credits were on Fi.

“Keep lookin’ at me that way, mesh’la,” Fi warned, voice low and warm, “and we’re gonna have to find somewhere more private to go.”

“No need,” you told him, reluctantly pulling your gaze from him to flag down another transport. “I thought we would go with a quiet evening. We’ll go shopping for ingredients at one of the markets on this level, then we’ll go back to my apartment and make dinner.”

“You’re sure you’re okay having me in your home?” Fi asked. Despite his earlier playfully threatening tone, his face was gentle and free of judgment.

“I’m sure,” you assured him, sending a cocky grin afterward. “I kissed you first, remember?”

He gaped, laughing at the same time. “Only ‘cause I didn’t think you’d go for an osi’yaim like me!”

“That better mean ‘kind, handsome soldier with a great sense of humor’,” you told him, stepping toward the transport that pulled up.

“Um… not quite,” Fi admitted, rushing to the transport so he could hold the door open for you. “Let’s just say I wasn’t expecting that kiss.”

“I was worried you would think poorly of me,” you told him when you were both inside the transport, smiling at the memory. “But I couldn’t help myself.”

“I can honestly say I’ve never thought better of anyone my entire life,” Fi replied, raising his hand like he was swearing an oath. “I thought I had died and was being given one last gift. It was like a dream, but better than any dream I’ve ever had.”

You softened even more at that. Fi was a good man. You laced your fingers together and slid across the seat to be closer to him. Fi relaxed into you for a moment, but tensed again. His fingers pressed beneath your chin, gently turning your head so that he could catch your gaze with his own.

“But I need you to understand,” he said, voice throbbing with intensity. “I don’t expect that. Or anything, really. If that was a one-time thing, I won’t blame you or be upset. You’ve already done more for me than anyone else I can remember, other than my vode and the Sarge. Just because we’re going back to your place doesn’t mean- What I mean is that I… I don’t want you to think-”

“Fi,” you interrupted, chuckling. “You’re sweet. I know you don’t expect anything, and I don’t have any plans one way or another. Whatever happens, happens. But for now, if it were up to me… I don’t want to pressure you, but I’d love to give you a welcome home kiss.”

“Pressure me all you want,” Fi agreed immediately, eyes dropping to your lips.

Kissing while you were both smiling was an interesting experience, but you managed anyway. By the time the transport pulled up to the market, you were significantly more mussed than you had been at the start.

“What kind of market is this?” Fi asked, following you out of the transport. He was already studying the eclectic surroundings.

“It’s a permanent, open-air marketplace,” you said slowly, trying to find the right words to explain it. You had never found anything similar, and it was hard to make comparisons for someone who had seen little of the galaxy outside of a warzone. “Anyone can rent a stall and sell their goods, whatever those goods may be. There are usually a few for fruits and vegetables, some with staple products, and a lot sell specialty goods.”

“Sounds… tricky,” Fi replied eventually.

“It’s not so bad,” you argued. “It’s never the same place twice, so it’s a good place to walk around and browse.”

“How do you know where to find what you need, then?” Fi asked, frowning.

“You don’t,” you told him with a shrug. “This is what civilians do. We browse. Or some of us do. I just like it more than going to one of those soulless grocery stations. But if you’d rather not be here, we can-”

“It’s fine,” Fi cut in. “I’m here for civvie lessons, remember? You’re the expert here. Marketplace. Teach me all about it?”

You laughed as he pressed a kiss to your temple. For the next hour, you walked him through the market, pointing out some trustworthy stands and teaching him how to haggle with the stall owners. Fi found a few odds and ends he liked, including a foldable hydrospanner. He guessed it would break the first time he used it, but you noticed the way he lingered at the stand, so you bought it for him, ignoring his protests all the while.

Fortunately, you already had everything you needed to make one of your favorite meals from your home planet. The only things you needed to find here were a side dish and a dessert. And some comfortable sleep pants for Fi to lounge around in, just in case he didn’t feel like wearing his new outfit while you relaxed in your apartment.

Since your apartment was close to the market, you and Fi opted to walk. Everything you had purchased fit in one reasonably light bag, but Fi insisted on carrying it anyway. You stopped playfully arguing with him about it when he wrapped an arm around you and swept you into a dip for a dramatic kiss that didn’t end until a group of passersby whistled and cheered their encouragement.

Fi tried to help you in the kitchen while you put together your dinner, but he was a truly terrible cook. After rescuing your meal from the second disaster it was headed toward, you asked Fi to switch to dish cleanup as you worked, and he took up scrubbing with a vengeance. He claimed he liked it even better, because it gave him time to admire you as you worked. His loud and enthusiastic praise of your cooking skills - and leadership skills and sense of timing and knife skills and appearance - was enough to make it an entirely fun experience.

You apologized as you dished up your meals, explaining that your small apartment didn’t leave you enough space to fit a table and chairs. You would have to eat on your couch. As soon as you explained that, Fi was so excited that you didn’t have the heart to apologize anymore.

“I get to sit beside you, eating the meal you cooked with your own hands, and no one’s here to give me osik if I want to touch you or kiss you while I eat?” he asked, eyes bright. “Sounds like paradise to me, mesh’la. Thank you!”

And Fi took full advantage of that privilege as you ate. His ambidextrous nature made a strong appearance as he touched whatever part of you was closest - elbows and knees were innocent enough, but after he brushed a hand over the curve of your waist, you were the one who initiated the next kiss.

When you were finished eating your meal and a light dessert, Fi insisted on doing the dishes while you set up a holofilm. He came back to the couch and you cuddled up under a blanket, holding hands and sharing an occasional kiss.

Your heart ached at the thought that Fi would have to go back to the field soon. Commandos were notorious for having short shore leave, and only on rare occasions. He was here now, but how long did you have before he was gone again? A week? A day? A few hours? There was no way of knowing, just as there was no way for you to know when you would get to see him again after he left.

With effort, you pushed the gloomy thoughts away. The important thing was that Fi was there now. You were awash in a warm tide of domesticity, and you were determined to bask in the peace of it until it was gone. You breathed out a light sigh, relaxing against Fi’s shoulder as the tension left your body.

---

You were asleep.

Fi hadn’t actually noticed until he turned to ask a question about the holofilm you had chosen, but he found that your eyes were closed and your breathing steady beside him.

He smiled, thinking of how mortified you would be that you had fallen asleep. Fi had known you for a comparatively short time, but he knew how much importance you placed on providing a welcoming environment. Hadn’t you created the perfect date night out of nothing? You were amazing, a gift he didn’t deserve in the slightest but had no intention of giving back.

When Darman had met Etain, Fi had been skeptical. When Atin had met Laseema, Fi had been uncomfortable. He had known the unpleasant truth: relationships were unreliable, unpredictable… especially in wartime. Hadn’t Sergeant Skirata told them that more than once? Females were a distraction no soldier could afford.

But then Fi had met you.

You weren’t a distraction and he liked that you were unpredictable. What you had together was different than what he had been expecting, mostly because it was so easy. Having watched Darman and Atin, Fi had thought relationships were a struggle, a battle he would have to fight even when he wasn’t fighting the Seppies. But with you? It was the easiest thing in the galaxy.

Fi still felt like an outsider in the civilian world. He always would. He would never have a normal life, not normal like the civilians he had seen that day. That had bothered him at first, but the sting was gone now that he had you. He pulled you a bit closer, relishing the way your head fit perfectly under his jaw. You were his bridge to the world of the civvies, giving him a glimpse at the life he would never experience. It could never be his life, but he could almost reach it through you, close enough to reflect some warmth and ease into his own existence. It was enough. You were enough.

“Hey,” he said softly, trying to ease you back to wakefulness rather than startle you. “ Cyare , wake up. You need to go to bed somewhere more comfortable than this.”

“‘m plenty com’f’t’ble,” you argued sleepily.

Fi grinned. “I’m glad, but you’ll hurt your neck if you stay here all night.”

You gave a halfhearted groan, but made no attempt to move.

“Want me to carry you?” he offered.

Even with your eyes closed, you frowned at that. “‘m too heavy, Fi.”

Fi shook his head, knowing full well that you couldn’t see him. You had pointed out which door was which when he came into your apartment, so he knew exactly where your bedroom was. Lifting you was easy, even when you started to struggle with the suddenness of his movements. “Hang on, little one, I’m just proving you wrong.”

You were awake enough to open the door for him, and Fi crossed the small room to deposit you gently onto your bed. When you were settled on the soft mattress, you looked up at him, eyes large and shining even in the low light that filtered through your curtains.

“Do you have to get back to the barracks, or can you stay the night?”

Stars, was this how it felt to have a heart attack? Fi’s heart stuttered in his chest, then started pounding double-time to make up for it. “Stay here?”

You smiled shyly. “You can sleep wherever you want. It’s not an invitation to… yeah. Just… if you didn’t want to go all the way back tonight. I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to insult…”

Fi honestly stopped listening then. Technically speaking, there were repercussions if he was found anywhere other than the barracks… but one look at your rumpled clothing and cozy blankets, and he didn’t care anymore.

With a smile, Fi only asked, “Do you have a spare toothbrush?”

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kurooblossom · 1 year

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Diabetic!Reader Headcanons (Tears of Themis Edition)

♡ Characters: Artem, Luke, Marius, and Vyn

♡ Warnings: gender-neutral, mentions of alcohol, blood, dieting for health, needles, and other medical supplies, not proof read

♡ A/N: Okay. So this has been sitting in my drafts for awhile. Full disclosure, I have not touched this since I first started playing the game and I didn’t bother going back and edit it. So I do apologize for any possible ooc-ness. I wrote this shortly after my original post and before the second post for the Obey Me cast so... yeah. 😅 Like last time, I did write this with type-1 in mind, but this should also work with type-2 as well. Feel free to correct me if I’m wrong about anything!

♕ ARTEM

Artem’s reaction to your diabetes depends on how long you’ve had your official diagnosis.

Diabetic or not, Artem naturally slips into an caretaker role when it comes you. He wants you to be at your best and he will do everything within his power to get you there.

Artem sometimes goes overboard, especially early on in your relationship. He does relax some the longer he spends time with you. He still worries, but definitely becomes more rational about it.

He personally sees that both his office and the firm’s pantry stays fully stocked of foods that you like and that are good for stabilizing your blood sugar.

He keeps an eye on you when you work, making sure you don’t over do it and put yourself in danger.

He keeps spare alcohol wipes, napkins, and more in his car just for you.

Artem will reassure you anytime you go to an some type of party that it is okay to refuse drinks. Drinking too much alcohol will effect your blood sugar dangerously after awhile after all.

If you don’t listen, drinking out of an sense of obligation, he will swoop in and lighten the load... if not completely. Please take care of him. Artem is an lightweight.

He may overdo it at times, but he has your best intentions at heart and you really appreciate it. Just be gentle if you need to tell him to dial it back.

♕ LUKE

Luke worries about you a lot in general, but especially your health. So naturally, he is on top of everything in regards to your diabetes.

Low blood sugar? He’s got snacks.

High blood sugar? He’s got the spare insulin you keep at his place.

Need someone to help you change your insulin pump? He’s got you. He’s practically a pro at it.

You’re passed out and need your glucagon pen? He’s got you.

Luke keeps an emergency kit just for you at his apartment and regularly renews items within the kit if they’ve expired. So if you were to ever leave your home accidentally without grabbing your necessities, he can quickly bring you the supplies he has.

He always asks you if you’d like to join him for his jogs and other regular exercises. When you go out with him, he slips some snacks into his pocket or bag just in case. While you don’t want your blood sugar to be high, definitely don’t want it to be too low.

Luke is prepared for the worst case scenario and it has helped you out on a few occasions.

♕ MARIUS (cw: possibly suggestive scenario?? I don’t think it is, but just in case)

Marius is one of the more relaxed about your condition. He knows you know more about, not only diabetes, but your body than he does. So he lets you take charge 99% of the time. You’re probably nearly about to pass out or something during that 1%.

He asks Vincent to keep an decent size supply of any of the products you will need while you are with him both in the office and at his home. He doesn’t want you to stress out about it when you’re with him.

If you are self conscious of the light bruising that is sometimes left over from all the times you’ve had to prick your skin, he will pepper kisses in those areas and tell you how beautiful/handsome you look, bruises and all.

He tries his best to learn as much as he can so if the occasion arise to where he does need to step in, or someone else, can get you the help you need.

♕ VYN

Much like Artem, his reactions are based on how long you’ve had your diagnosis.

Vyn is mostly hands off when it comes to you, only stepping in to help when you ask or things seem to be going into an dangerous territory.

Along with Luke, Vyn does well with all the needle work you have to deal with. So any help you need with changing your insulin pump, for example, is no problem.

Much like the others, he will keep various of supplies you might need around his place. You guys spend most of your free time going out, but there are occasions when you either go to your apartment or come to his. So it’s good to be prepared just in case.

He brushes up on his diabetic knowledge when he started to get closer to you, wanting to be able to care for you if an emergency came up.

He quickly picked up on the physical signs you give when you are either high or low. If you haven’t checked in awhile and you are showing those signs, he gently asks if you have checked in awhile. 9 times out of 10 he has been right.

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todoroki-waifu · 3 years

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Atsumu x F! Reader

Scenario: When you try to subtly confess to Atsumu.

Word Count: 1,970

Genre: Fluff and humor.

Warnings: Cursing, female reader, and some OOC-ness (maybe?). My first time writing for Atsumu and the rest of the Inarizaki team.

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“I get that she’s the most beautiful here, but we are here to check out the art, too.” Atsumu jumps slightly at a voice and hand on his shoulder.

“‘Samu!"

"Could you be any more obvious?"

"I-I wasn’t doing anything!” Atsumu huffs, a blush attacking his face as he shakes off his brother’s hand.

“Why don’t you ask her out already before someone else does?"

"I’m working on it!"

"Hey, who’s that with __(y/n)?” Suna chimes into their conversation, nodding to where you had been standing and admiring a portrait. The two see a man conversing with you, both of you very engaged in whatever topic that was being discussed. He brought out a small electronic device, looking a bit nervous as he showed you the screen.

“He’s probably going to ask for her number.” Osamu replies indifferently, but did a quick glance at his sibling.

“What?!” Atsumu immediately leaves the group.

“Wait, but doesn’t that guy-” Aran questions, but Kita cuts him off while the others hold in their chuckles.

“Let him figure it out."

——-

"So if you put your-” While you were listening to the young man who approached you, a familiar face made himself known.

“Hey, buddy, is there a problem over here?” Atsumu suddenly inserts himself in between you and the stranger. He stands tall, looming over the shorter male.

“N-no, there is no problem.”

“Atsumu-kun, he was just-” You placed a hand on his arm and tried to explain the situation.

“Don’t worry, __(y/n)-chan. I got this.” Atsumu gently pushes you behind him to hide you.

“Was there something you needed from her?” He continues.

“No, si-sir. I-I was only trying to-”

“Well, if you ain’t got any business with her, I suggest you beat it.” The blonde twin glares at the male hiding behind his black device. He smirks victoriously, watching the scared stranger run away. He turns around to find you with your arms crossed and an incredulous look.

“Why were you so mean to him?”

“Mean? What do you mean? Wasn’t he trying to hit on you?”

“What? No! He works here! He’s a staff member."

"But didn’t he have his phone out to get your number?”

“Get my..-you mean his Ipad? He wasn’t trying to get my number, he was asking for my email so he could send a survey for us to fill out on how satisfied we were with the staff and the place."

Atsumu had no answer, processing what he did to the innocent and diligent worker and to you. You must think he’s a crazy idiot for sure.

"As funny and adorable that was, you’re coming with me to apologize.” You grabbed his hand, dragging Atsumu to find the man who he wrongly yelled at.

“Yes..” He pouts, but obeys. You’re zipping through the crowd until you finally spot your target.

“He’s with someone else, but we’re waiting until he’s finished and I’m not letting go until you do."

"I-I wasn’t gonna run away.” His cheeks heat up at your clasped hands, avoiding your gaze.

“Just in case.” You continued to look forward, __(e/c) eyes too shy to meet his brown ones.

“Thank you though,” You break the short pause, “I know it was a misunderstanding, but it’s nice to know that someone has my back.”

Atsumu directs his head to you, but is unable to see your face since it’s turned away with your finger busying itself with a strand of your hair.

“Of course. Always.” Your heart skips at his soft reply. You feel a gentle squeeze on your hand and respond similarly, fighting back the smile that was eager to present itself.

“Oh look! He’s done. Let’s go.” You gently pull him towards the staff worker once he has finished speaking to the other customers. You’re about to release his hand, but Atsumu keeps a tight grip. Probably he’s nervous about admitting to his mistake, you assume.

So you hold his hand just as tight, figuring he needs the support. You knew how much of a big baby he was.

But really, Atsumu was using this as an excuse to hold you just a bit longer. His fingers felt right in between yours.

——-

You managed to take some great pictures wherever it was allowed, but the artwork that forbade photos, you captured in your memory. After touring around the entire museum, you and the boys were starting to feel hungry, so everyone agreed to eat at the nearest restaurant.

You saw a few people scattered outside and you volunteered to ask the host how long the wait would be. Osamu steps behind his brother and lightly taps the back of his knees with his.

“Remember, that guy works here."

"Shut up, 'samu! I know that.” Atsumu huffs, red cheeks puffing out slightly as his friends laugh loudly. They stop as soon as you near them, telling the boys that there was a table open that could accommodate your party.

You sat in between the Miya twins which made you both nervous and happy. Your crush on Atsumu was getting worse every day yet you didn’t hate the feeling. You distracted yourself by looking through the menu, all of you deciding to share a couple appetizers before choosing your individual meals.

“What are you getting, __(y/n)-chan?” Atsumu asks, brown eyes looking at you as he lowers his menu.

“Hmmmm, I’m not sure yet. I’m caught between number 8 and 9.” You point to the items on the main course list.

“Oh! I was going to get the number 8. How about I get 8 and you get the 9 and we can just share? That way, we can get a taste of both. I’m curious about number 9 also.”

“Really? You wouldn’t mind?"

"Yea, of course I wouldn’t mind!” He grins, folding the menu before placing it on the table. You copy him and wait for the server to collect your orders.

You then bring out your phone, taking pictures of the boys and the restaurant’s interesting decor. Despite your school’s motto, you liked to keep the memories.

“Ne, Atsumu-kun, mind if I borrow your phone? Your camera is better than mine.” Your cell phone was a few years old, but Atsumu just replaced his and you were waiting to upgrade yours. Part of you was glad that you hadn't yet because you were going to use this opportunity to see how he feels about you.

“Sure. Here ya go.” He hands you his phone.

“Thanks!” You start taking pictures of yourself, really impressed with the photo quality.

“Take a selfie with me.” You change the camera view as you hold out your hand in front of you and Atsumu.

“You’re so far! Get close to me like you actually like me.” You say jokingly as you hear a few, muffled snickers around the table. Atsumu stutters a response, but you interrupt him when you start counting from three.

“Ready? Smile!” You take a few shots before looking at each one closely.

“Yeck, I’m deleting that one. I look gross in there.” You weren’t satisfied with how you smiled and your eyes looked like they were in mid blink.

“What? Don’t say that. You’re gorgeous!” Atsumu looks up at you after he watches you remove one of the many pictures. You blush at his statement, dodging his stare.

“Oh, ummm. ..t-thank you."

"You don’t gotta thank me. It’s the truth.” Atsumu murmurs, but it’s coherent enough where you could understand him.

“Get ready with your orders. The waiter is coming.” Kita sees the server walking towards your table. You went first and while everyone else was focused on the waiter, you quickly dragged your finger around on the phone screen. You immediately closed what you were doing and handed Atsumu back his phone.

Your heart was beating fast, but you kept a calm smile on your face as you casually made conversation with the volleyball team. None of the guys knew about your crush, afraid that they would make fun of you. Not that you believed they would, but you weren’t comfortable telling anyone yet.

Except for today.

You finally were going to tell one person about your crush and that person was Atsumu. You planned everything out for a while, thinking of every possible situation that could happen and how you would approach it. You were surprised at how smoothly your idea was going, but that made you even more uneasy.

But you already made your move and hoped that he would notice the little message in his phone.

———

Dinner was both fun yet stressful. Every time Atsumu would check his phone, your heart would jump at the thought of him seeing what you put. But he made no reaction so you assumed he had yet to see it.

And you were fine with that. You’d prefer if he read it at home instead of in a public place.

Everyone went their separate ways after the restaurant except you and the Miya twins. Your house wasn’t too far from theirs so they walked most of the way with you. Once you were close enough, you waved goodbye to the brothers.

“Bye! See you soon! And don’t forget to send me those pictures later, okay, Atsumu-kun?"

"Yeah, I will! Bye, __(y/n)-chan!” Atsumu waved back before turning away with Osamu.

——–

Unfortunately, he never sent those pictures. He must have forgotten, but with how many days has passed, you believed he probably felt awkward with the little note you put.

If he saw it. He never acted any differently when you saw him at school.

Maybe he never did see it? But you were too afraid to ask so you were just going to live quietly with your heartache.

——-

“Oh, shoot! I forgot to send those pics to __(y/n)-chan!” Atsumu says loudly while he and Osamu walk home from practice.

“You haven’t sent them yet? It’s been a week.” Osamu shakes his head.

“I forgot! I was too busy thinking of a way to tell her I like her. I gotta make sure it’s perfect.” The setter takes out his phone and taps on the photo album icon. As he selects and scrolls through the photos, his eyes become rounded at one particular image.

It was a selfie of you and him, sitting close, cheek to cheek as you both smile happily. What made him pause was the heart drawn over the two of you with the words ’yes or no?’ written at the bottom.

“Ahh! ’s-samu! Look, look!” He shows his phone to his brother. “I think __(y/n)-chan likes me back! She put this on our picture!”

As soon as Osamu sees what’s on the screen, his eyes also widen slightly then suddenly smacks his brother at the back of his head. “Dumbass! That photo has been sitting there for that long already?”

“I told you already, I forgot! And she never said anything! Other than to send the pictures after we ate- Oh my God, 'samu, I really am a dumbass!” Realization hit Atsumu harder than his brother’s slap.

“I knew that a long time ago. Now, why are you still here talking to me? Shouldn’t you be talking to __(y/n) instead?"

"You’re right! I gotta text her!” Atsumu’s hands were working fast in trying to find your text message conversation. Before Osamu could even make a snide comment, Atsumu becomes aware of a better alternative to communicate with you.

———

On your way home, you received multiple texts from Atsumu, all saying the same thing.

Yes!

Yes!!

Yes!

Yes!!!!

’The hell? Yes to what?’ Right when you were about to reply, you saw an incoming call from the setter who made your heart skip a beat daily.

“Hello?” You answer.

“Yes! __(y/n), yes! I want to be your boyfriend!”

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crazymangaluv · 4 years

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Bakagou!

@hellomgann1296 my beautiful muse along with the talented fanfic authors I read helped to inspire me to write my 1st Bakugou fic. I’m not much of a writer so I’m sorry for any mistakes and any ooc-ness of the character.

Warning: (slightly lemony: cursing, slight nudity, some steaminess). This is a Bakugou x female reader: I sincerely apologize to those who are left out when using female pronouns.

Description: You and Katsuki are childhood friends and you have fallen for this hothead. Unfortunately, you overhear him say something hurtful and you did the first thing that came into mind: run. Not a smart idea in hindsight but run you did. Buuuut of course you run blindly during a thunderstorm (accident waiting to happen) and have a loose canon chasing after you aka Bakagou. Will your relationship mend?

You attempt to focus on the sound of water falling heavily onto the ground as you took deep breaths in and out. You shiver and clutch yourself tighter. Your ankle is throbbing but you try to ignore it. The sound of the rain and the burning fire provides some comfort to your misery--

“Tch!”

Your eyebrow twitches at the sound. You turn your attention back to the source. He’s sitting there in his boxers, arms crossed and a scowl adorning his handsome face. You disregard his naked state, your face contorting into a similar scowl as well. You try to find your inner zen -cute puppy…..no wait...a handful of cute puppies-. It was beginning to work but--

“Achoo!” you sniffle.

“Tch…”

There goes your patience. “Would you knock it off Bakagou??”

His scowl deepens to a snarl at your remark and the emphasis on the former portion of his name. “Eh?? Knock it off? It’s your fault we’re in this mess in the first place!”

You scoff in disbelief. “My fault?? I didn't ask you to come after me, Mr. I’m-so-cool- with-my-bad-attitude!”

He glances at your swollen, bruised ankle and your drenched clothes before reverting his glaring eyes to yours. You meet his eyes with a glare of your own, however, your vision begins to blur from the tears forming. He opens his mouth to retort but you continue: “I was trying to get away from you! You’re just a big fucking jerk! You don’t care about anyone other than yourself and you treat everyone like shit!”

Your tears flow freely down your cheeks. You don’t bother hiding them from him, even if it makes you look weak. His scowl reduces to a frown, eyebrows furrowing. He feels a pang in his chest; he hates it when you cry. His face bears an expression of shame but something else you couldn’t pinpoint.

You’ve been his friend since childhood, you would even say you’re one of his best friends. He does treat you differently than the rest: more mellow and less explosive, no verbal berating, etc. You couldn’t help but develop deeper feelings for him over the years. The two of you are older now and you have noticed an increase of intimate moments between you both when alone. The subtle soft touches, the caresses, the long hugs, the way his hardened eyes would soften with you, the movie night cuddles, falling asleep in each other’s arms...gestures where you felt that there was a possibility of reciprocated feelings. Guess it was all in your head, nothing but misinterpretation from a desperate fool. You feel like such an idiot.

[Flashback]

You’re on your way to see him, smiling to yourself as you carry his share of the spicy dish you cooked. He seemed stressed the previous day so you wanted to cheer him up. He always looked forward to your dishes. You could hear their voices around the corner, and you smile to yourself, it seems that they were up to the usual shenanigans based on the volume of their voices. It appears they were teasing him about something, you shake your head at their antics.

“Yeah Ochako is super cute! Haha why are you blushing Midoriya??”

“N-n-n-nothing!!”

“What about y/n??”

“Yeah! Y/n is pretty cute, you think she’s got a boyfriend?”

“Oh yeah y/n sure is a looker. She’s pretty badass too.”

“Wait she’s got Bakugou here.” *laughs*

“Yeaah you two are awfully close...are you guys….ya know….,” *whispers* “doing it??”

Katsuki growls, “Shut up!”

“NO! THEY’RE NOOOOT! WHY WOULD Y/N WANT STUPID BAKUGOU ANYWAYS??!” Mineta cries out pathetically.

You roll your eyes at the sound of his stupid whining voice. You shake your head and sighed. You’re ready with your retort and to kick Mineta’s ass just as you turned the corner.

“SHUT THE FUCK UP! STOP BEING ALL GAH GAH OVER HER! Y/N AIN’T SHIT!” Katstuki shouts as he shoves Mineta aside.

His gift slips from your hands onto the ground. It feels as though you’re punched in the gut. You stand frozen like a deer in headlights. He’s never said anything like that to you or about you before in all the years you’ve known him. The boys flinch at his booming voice before flinching again at your presence. They look at you in awkward silence equally as surprised. He turns at the sound, his eyes meeting yours and widening in shock. Thunder rolls in the background...tears form in your eyes but you refuse to let them fall, your lips quiver. You turn and just run. You ran as fast as you could with no set destination in mind. You hear him shout your name but you didn’t care. You needed to get away from everyone, you’re so embarrassed and ashamed.

It begins to pour, the water drenches you as you keep moving. Lightning flashes above you with the loud boom of thunder. The rain makes the floor increasingly slippery causing you to lose your footing. You careen down, curling into a ball as you tumble down a steep slope. You land with a *crash* and a *thump*. You turn over onto your back and let out a sob. You’re such an idiot...you angrily wipe your cheek. You have no idea where you are and it’s getting dark. You move to stand but fall over from the sharp pain at your ankle. Oh just great, a sprained ankle to make things even better.

He immediately had run after you following his brief state of shock. He loses you momentarily but he hears the crash in the distance. He quickened his pace in desperation and anger. “Y/n!”

You hear your name and you look up to see him gracefully sliding down the slope towards you. No no no no, not you. You stand and limp away ignoring the pain but he easily catches up to you. His hand gently and firmly wraps around your arm but you rip it out of his grip. The movement aggravates your ankle further causing you to yelp out in pain as you lose your balance. He reaches for you, swiftly catching and pulling you close. You squirm in his arms.

“Quit squirming y/n!”

You refuse to look at him,“No. Let go of me.”

He scowls and instead picks you up. “Your fucking ankle is shit and you know for damn sure you can’t walk right now.”

You cross your arms and huff in annoyance. No word is said between the two of you as he treks the terrain. The rain only falls harder with frequent flashes of lightning and rumbling of thunder. You’re both drenched and you tremble from the cold. His grip tightens, he needs to get you out of the rain fast. Your teeth are chattering; he tch’s to himself and quickens his pace. The sky grows darker, making it more difficult to see where he’s going. The flash of lightning provides him the light he needed, illuminating a cave ahead. He sets you down gently before stalking off to get supplies for a fire. He’s gone for no more than 2 minutes. He drops the branches and wood and starts a fire. You welcome the heat but refuse to move.

“Your clothes need to dry. Take them off y/n, you’re going to get sick.”

You ignore him and opt to hug yourself in all your wetness. You hear the squelching of tossed wet clothes and your face flushes.

[Present]

Your trembling worsens, not just from the coldness of your still wet attire, but from your outburst as well. You look away and bury your face into your arms. You let out a quiet sob you couldn’t hold in. You’re cold, wet, in pain, angry, tired, embarrassed, ashamed, etc. All these feelings and emotions storming inside you. You didn’t hear him approach you but instead feel his warm arms pulling you close. Before you could pull away, his solemn voice stops you.

“I’m sorry.”

You sit there in shock, he’s never said sorry before...in all the years you’ve known him not one sorry.

He hugs you tighter, his head rests on your shoulder. “I’m a fucking idiot. I didn’t mean what I said. Please y/n...forgive me.”

You sniffle. “You’re a jerk,” you voice out weakly. It didn’t hold the angry bite you wanted, but you couldn’t stay angry, you were just hurt.

“I am a jerk…I’m sorry.”

You sneeze again causing him to slightly flinch. He tchs once more and immediately picks you up and plops down by the fire. “You’re going to get sick y/n…”

You don’t respond.

*Sigh* “...y/n please…”

You sigh in response. You move to shuffle away and his arms release you. The places where he was touching you are now cold. You miss his touch but you shake your head and take in a deep breath before removing your clothing. Katsuki turns away, refraining from turning around. You neatly place your drenched clothes on the rocks beside you. You shiver, it's still a tad chilly but the fire is helping. You glance over to him, the flickering glow of the fire dancing on his muscular back. He’s close enough to touch but you stop yourself by gripping your hands together. Your eyes travel up to the back of his head, his dripping blond hair glistening softly. You follow a droplet that falls from a strand of hair and slowly rolls down his spine. As if he felt your gaze, he turns his head slightly to peer at you from the corner of his eye.

You twiddle your thumbs nervously at the silence. You furrow your brow and clear your throat. “Why did you say it if you didn’t mean it?”

He looks away from you. “Because...because I’m an idiot.” His eyes return to yours.

You frown. “Yeah you are an idiot.”

He doesn’t flinch. “I am an idiot...I just...I didn’t want them to know…” he trails off, looking away and rubbing the back of his neck in discomfort.

You look at him expectantly, eyes narrowing.

He puts his arm down and turns fully to face you, sighing. His eyes return to yours. “I didn’t want them to know how crazy I am for you. And--” he pauses. “I got...jealous. I didn’t want them looking at you the way I do.”

You look at him quizzically, heart pounding in your chest. His eyes are burning with an intensity you haven't quite seen before.

You blush but hold firm. “That still doesn’t make it okay to react like that. To be so quick to bring me down. It was still hurtful to hear...even if you weren’t talking directly to me.”

His eyebrows furrow and he reaches a hand out to you. His rough hand lightly covers yours. “I know. I’m sorry y/n. I am, truly. I’m a stupid immature jerk. It won’t happen again....You’re not...you’re not something to possess, but someone to cherish...to love.”

You hear and feel the sincerity in his words. You look down at his hand, registering the words he just said...You can’t get your hopes up, interpreting a moment for more than what it was. You gather your courage to ask the one question you’ve wanted the answer to for years:

“Do you...love me?”

His breath hitches and he freezes. He’s not used to expressing his feelings, the ones that leave him vulnerable. He uses a wall of anger to prevent anyone from seeing him weak. Opening his heart to someone, he hasn’t, not even to his own parents. But you...you make him want to. You’ve gradually chiseled down those walls of his. He yearns to just hold you in his arms and never let you go. Loving you isn’t a weakness. He has realized over the years, his love for you has made him stronger. It was what fanned the flames within him, motivating him to be the best. Seeing these other men around you, ones who weren’t so rough around the edges, it made him feel jealous. You deserved better than him, one who’s not as explosively hot headed. It wasn’t right for him to try to possess you, to keep you to himself and chase others away from you.

He removes his hand from yours. You swallow painfully, the lump of your throat aching more so than your ankle. You close your eyes and steel yourself, preparing for the incoming rejection. But instead he inches closer to you, you can feel the heat radiating from his body yet you remain still. He tentatively raises his hand to your face to gently wipe a stray tear that fell from your cheek unbeknownst to you and rests his hand on the side of your face, thumb caressing your cheek in a comforting manner.

“I love you y/n. With every fiber of my being, even if you don’t feel the same way.”

You close your eyes and lean into his touch, letting out the breath you’ve been holding. The tears flow down your cheeks and his warm thumbs wipe them away tenderly. He gently pulls you closer and kisses your forehead. You suck in a breath at the intimate action. You feel his lips on your right cheek, then your left...by the corner of your lips, on the right side, then the left side. It lingers there a bit, your lips tremble. Then, you can feel his lips, ever so softly, brush against yours.

Your rapid thumping of your heart is ringing in your ears. You move your lips against his, unsure at first but soon with more confidence. His lips move against yours in a sense of desperation. His hands drop to your waist to pull you down with him. You’re pulled flush against him as he holds you on top of him. You gasp and blush further at how his half naked body feels against yours. He places his hand behind your head and tenderly brings you down to which you allow with no resistance. His lips envelop yours with gentle aggression you didn’t think was possible. The kiss is quickly deepened. His rough hands roam over your body, without venturing too far, and you let out a moan.

He rolls you over beneath him without breaking the kiss and with a hand supporting your head. He’s nestled between your legs as the two of you kiss fervently. It's your turn to let your hands wander. Your hands gliding over his smooth skin, your fingers studying his hard muscles in detail. He detaches his lips from yours to suck and nip at your neck down to just above your breasts. You moan and wrap your legs around his hips to pull him further against you, paying no heed to the twinge of pain from your ankle. He moans into your neck from the contact and slightly grinds against you. You pull him back up to your lips and his tongue slides into your mouth, teasing yours. You grip his back tightly, moaning as you feel yourself growing hotter. His hand slips up your torso, fingertips brushing over your breast. You lean into his touch which causes his hand to grasp your breast. You gasp into his mouth and moan out his name. He withdraws his hand from your breast and pulls away from you. Leaning on his forearms, he hovers over you whilst panting and eyes burning with desire.

“Katsuki?”

He leans down to kiss you, lips lingering before pulling away. His hand brushes the strands of hair from your face and he caresses your cheek lightly with the back of his fingers.

“As much as I want you y/n...and believe me, y/n, I want to ravish you, to kiss, suck, touch every inch of your body...I can’t...not here, not like this.”

You blink up at him in realization. Cheeks reddening at his words, suddenly feeling shy.

“I want you, sprawled on my bed.” He growls out.

Your face flushes at the thought.

“I want to wake up to you in my arms...I want you there beside me, as my partner. I want to take you out on a real date, hand in hand, treat you the way you deserve.”

Your lips quiver.

“You’re the only woman I want, if you’ll have me.”

You nod, speechless. You relish in the tender kiss he gives you before he sits up and pulls you into his lap, wrapping his arms tightly around you. You nuzzle into the crook of his neck, enjoying the intimacy as you both sit there basking in the warmth of crackling fire and listen to the soothing sound of the pitter pattering of the rain.

[Later]

Friends remain dumbfounded as they stumble upon the both of you emerging from the forest. He struts through, carrying you in his arms as he makes his way to the infirmary. Your friends follow, teeming with questions.

“Oh my gosh, are you okay y/n?”

“Y/n! Kaachan! Are you guys are okay?”

“Y/n, what happened? Did you guys make up?”

“What did you do to her Bakugou?”

“Y/n! Thank goodness you’re okay! Bakugou! You apologized huh? You’re truly embracing the manly spirit!”

“We were worried sick! We were about to go looking for you guys!”

“You can’t just run off like that during a storm!! That was irresponsible of you both!”

You smile awkwardly and apologetically. You’re attempting to answer the swarm of questions and apologize, but find no room to interject. Katsuki’s scowls, eyebrow twitching in annoyance.

“Piss off! Get the fuck outta our way extras!”

They scramble out of the way, momentarily ceasing their questioning. He holds you tightly as he kicks the door shut on their curious faces. They deemed it wiser to leave the two of you alone, opting to pester the two of you later. He places a chaste kiss your cheek before placing you down on one of the beds. He walks away tch-ing at the lack of staff. “Oy! My girlfriend is injured here! Move your asses!”

You smile and shake your head. You love this hothead.

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set-phasers-to-whump · 2 years

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all work and no play

prompt: “you’re still not dead?”

whumpee: sonny carisi

fandom: law and order svu

hello! here is another fic for svu...i am very much still getting my feet wet so apologies for any ooc-ness. this is defo pre-barisi but it’s like, very very early in that relationship. i suppose it’s set in the vicinity of s18 but idk. time means nothing to me. anyways i hope you enjoy my...creative interpretation of the prompt lmao

“I think I’m dying,” Carisi mutters, his voice muffled, his forehead resting on his arms, which are folded against the tabletop.

“What do you mean?” Nothing seems outwardly the matter with him, as far as Rafael can see.

Carisi lifts his head. “Ah,” Rafael says, eloquently. Carisi’s eyes are rimmed with red and he’s pale and sweaty and he looks terrible, to put it kindly. “You’re sick.”

“Yeah,” Carisi agrees. “I have to work, though.” He sniffs and rubs his nose, turning it pink.

“You don’t look like you’re getting much work done,” Rafael observes.

“Just...takin’ a break.”

“Should you really be here?”

Carisi looks at him. Rafael would guess he’s trying to glare, but he’s not very good at that normally, and sick, it’s even worse. “I said, I have to. Lieu’s orders, we’re too busy.”

Rafael would argue that Carisi does not look especially busy, but he doubts that he’ll be able to make any headway. Without quite knowing why, he makes up his mind in regards to what he’s going to do and says, “try not to die before I get back.”

“Can’t make any promises,” Carisi says, burying his head back into his arms with a cough.

Rafael marches straight to Liv’s office, where she is in deep conversation with Rollins. He knocks once before opening the door and striding in.

“Counselor,” Liv greets.

“Is there any particular reason why Detective Carisi is in the break room complaining that he’s dying?”

“What?”

“He’s sick, and I’d guess too sick to be of much use to you, not to mention the fact that he’s probably spreading his germs throughout this entire precinct as we speak.”

“Carisi’s sick?”

“He said you knew and ordered him to come in anyway.”

A look of understanding crosses Liv’s face, quickly followed by one of exasperation. “He asked me if he could have the day off. I told him I needed all hands on deck today, and he agreed. He never told me why he needed a break.”

Rafael sighs and feels a similar sense of exasperation rise in himself. “Of course he didn’t.”

“How sick is he?”

“Do I look like a medical professional? I don’t know. He’s sick enough to be complaining about it, but he’s coherent and conscious.”

“Okay,” Liv breathes a sigh, and Rafael knows she’s mentally working out what to do about this. After a few seconds, she asks, “How busy are you?”

He doesn’t especially like where this is going. “Busy enough,” he says, in a tone that indicates he knows what she’s going to ask and isn’t at all thrilled about it.

Liv stares him down. “We’re swamped here and I can’t risk Carisi getting anyone else sick. You’ve already been around him, and I’m betting you could find the time in your busy schedule to -”

“Yes, fine, I'll do it.”

“Thanks, Rafa.”

“You owe me.”

“Dinner this weekend?”

“As long as Carisi doesn’t infect me.”

He returns to the break room to find Carisi in the exact same position he’d left him in. He doesn’t look up when Rafael enters the room, or when he walks across the room and stands next to him. It’s only when he taps the detective on the shoulder that he finally looks up, blinking hard like he’s just woken up.

“You’re still not dead?”

Carisi looks at him with cloudy eyes, taking quite a bit of time to process Rafael’s question before shaking his head. “I’m alive,” he says, the tone of his voice implying that this is an unfortunate situation. “Where’d you go?”

“To talk to Liv.”

“...Am I in trouble?” The question is punctuated with a harsh cough.

“You’re fine,” Rafael says, “though I imagine Liv is going to want to have a conversation with you about...this.” He gestures loosely to Carisi’s entire body to encapsulate what he means.

“About what?”

Rafael shakes his head. About you not thinking to tell her that you were sick, he thinks, about you putting yourself and your teammates into danger by coming into work like this, about making me worry about you (okay, maybe she won’t be talking to him about that one). “I’ll tell you later.”

Carisi nods, resting his head back on his arms but turning it so he’s still looking at Rafael. His eyes drift closed as though he’s about to fall asleep.

“Don’t get too comfortable. You’re going home.”

“I am?” He opens his eyes, focusing them on Rafael with a startling intensity.

“You’re sick, Carisi, yes, you’re going home.”

“Okay.” He doesn’t move, though, instead remaining sitting there all sad and miserable, like he’s waiting for Rafael to say something else. It’s irritating (it’s kind of endearing).

“Come on, then. I’m not waiting all day.”

Carisi nods again, then shoves himself to his feet. He wavers for a second, like a tree in the wind, and Rafael very nearly reaches out to steady him. Fortunately, Carisi manages to steady himself, and they begin a slow walk out of the building.

They’re halfway to Carisi’s place in the back of a taxi when it occurs to Rafael that Liv had probably not intended for him to go home with the man, but it’s far too late now. Besides, he’s more than capable of doing his work from home - or rather, from Carisi’s home. He’ll manage, and at the same time, he’ll be able to keep an eye on Carisi to make sure that he doesn’t end up actually dying when left to his own devices.

The cab is small, and they’re sitting close enough together that Rafael can feel the heat radiating off of Carisi. He’s shivering anyway, though, and while it’s clear he’s trying to keep quiet, he can’t stop himself from occasionally sniffing or coughing or generally sounding sick. Despite himself, Rafael feels...a sense of care and concern for the other man. He wonders, briefly, when he’d begun to care about Carisi, but pushes that thought to the back of his mind as they arrive at their destination.

He tips the driver generously as an apology for bringing a diseased man into his car, then lets Carisi lead the (painfully slow) way up to his apartment.

When they are finally inside, Carisi makes a beeline for his couch and promptly collapses on it. He’s too tall to stretch out fully, and it’d be a funny picture if he didn’t look so miserable. As if to reinforce this notion, he coughs a few times, harsh and painful-sounding. Rafael can’t quite stop himself from wincing in sympathy, and before he really knows what he’s doing, he’s saying, “you know, you’d be much more comfortable in your own bed.”

Carisi looks at him like he’s just had the most genius idea in history (though, to be fair, Carisi looks at him like that a lot), and he struggles to his feet. This time, when he stumbles, Rafael doesn’t stop himself from offering an arm in support, feeling a strange sense of gratification when Carisi takes it.

They make it to the bedroom, whereupon Carisi immediately flops onto the bed and begins trying to burrow under the covers.

“At least take your jacket and shoes off first,” Rafael suggests, before Carisi can completely hide himself in the blankets. “I assume you have a medicine cabinet?”

“In the bathroom,” Carisi confirms, and Rafael sets out in search of it, leaving Carisi to get himself comfortable.

By the time he returns with a bottle of tylenol and a glass of water, Carisi has removed his jacket and is in the process of attempting to untie his shoelaces with shaking fingers. After watching him struggle to no avail for perhaps a minute, Rafael sighs, long-suffering, sets down the bottle and the glass, and reaches over to quickly untie the shoes, tossing them to the floor with a bit more force than necessary.

“Thanks,” Carisi mutters.

“Well, you certainly weren't going to untie them yourself anytime soon.”

Carisi shakes his head, then makes a face and sinks back into the pillows, evidently having made himself dizzy. “I mean...for all this. You know.”

He does know. “You’re welcome,” Rafael replies. “Take two tylenol and then try to get some sleep. I’m going to take over your living room and get some work done. Please don’t bother me unless it’s important, but please don’t sit here and suffer in silence if you need help.”

“You’re...staying?”

A hundred responses fly quickly through his head, running the gamut from rude to sappy, and he settles for the simplest, most neutral one (despite this, he can’t quite mask the warmth behind his words, and he definitely doesn’t know where that particular feeling has come from).

“I am.”

thanks sm for reading! i had a lot of fun writing this and i hope you enjoyed!!!

#whumptober2021 #no.29 #you're still not dead?#fic #fandom #law and order svu #sonny carisi #sick #fever #cared for #my writing #i say things #the two of them have such a fun dynamic...i know i did not fully capture it but i am doing my best #but yeah...i love them a normal amount #anyways in fun me news my family sent me a package with bday presents and so did my bestie and they both arrived today!! very exciting :)#goodnight! love u guys <3

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