#travelled all the way to a sunny spot for a nap

[braimin]

https://www.tumblr.com/braimin/745450156266258432/zoro-being-a-fighter-while-sanji-is-a-sailor-zoro?source=share

And like, Sanji doesn't really even say anything other than "I almost went looking for you shitty marimo, you couldn't find your way back or something?". Cause like, to Sanji, the All Blue wasn't just his home, but also Zoro's, Sanji was simply waiting for him to realize that. Like, from the very beginning when he built the restaurant, he built a room for Zoro, a room for guests yeah, but a room made specifically for Zoro, and a sunny spot for when the swordsman would want to nap or meditate. Zoro doesn't use the room cause he just goes "fuck it" and sleeps with Sanji from day one. The restaurant staff is like "oh Mr. Blackleg's husband is back, surely he'll stop working so much now" (he won't, but Zoro will definitely annoy him into relaxing)

No fr bestie ! ✨

Sanji thought it was so obvious that Zoro would come with him. And when Zoro says he’s gonna keep traveling with Luffy, Sanji assumes it’s only gonna be a few years and he’s like ‘yeah I can wait that’s fine.’ But then Zoro spends a decade out at sea and every year that goes by Sanji gets more and more pissed because why is he still off running around.

It takes Zoro an embarrassing amount of time to actually realize what’s missing. And then when he does he says out loud in the middle of the busy restaurant something like ‘Oh, you’re my All Blue.’ And Sanji kicks the shit out of him because ‘Duh you ass. Why are you only just now saying that?’

Sanji tries to make him sleep in the guest room because he’s still mad, but Zoro is not having it. And Sanji does miss having Zoro in his bed so he caves and lets the bastard sleep with him. He’s not happy about it though.

Zoro and Zeff get along pretty well after a while so the conspire against him to make sure Sanji leaves the kitchen at a reasonable time. Sometimes if he’s working too hard Zoro will straight up kidnap him and drag his ass out of the kitchen kicking and screaming.

#zosan #sanji #zoro #one piece #Zoro’s little moss photosynthesis spot is Sanji’s balcony

[jimsbeetroot]

𝐈 𝐢𝐧 𝐬𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐧♱ 𝐣𝐢𝐦 𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐭

hopefully, i will be able to make this a series, of reader and jim on their vacation (ergo, why its called I in Spain, as in the first day)! i really want to anyway!

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"You’ve got to be kidding me.”

Jim's face dropped as he looked over at the large - but empty - hotel pool, his surprised eyes quickly shifting back to your grinning ones.

“If you want to have sex, we’ll find someplace else, but I’m not fucking you in a hotel pool.” 

You pouted, desperately hoping that your quivering bottom lip would win Jim over, but he only shook his head and looked away.

“Why not?” You mumbled, staring into Jim's chest as you fumbled with the strings of his hoodie. 

Jim was practically bent in half, his chin resting on your head as he tiredly skimmed the crowded hotel lobby. 

Jim had finally gotten the green light to go on a vacation, and the two of you had packed your bags for two sunny weeks in the south of Spain.

“Let’s just go to our room,” Jim suggested. He grabbed your hand, but you snatched it from his grip.

“But I want to go into the swimming pool!” You whined, stomping your foot into the tiles of the hotel lobby. 

Jim shushed you and looked around, making sure that no one was staring at the two of you.

“I want you to fuck me in the swimming pool,” you giggled, but Jim wasn’t laughing at all.

“This is not funny, Y/N,” Jim shook his head and grabbed your hand again. This time, you didn't even have the chance to protest before you were dragged down a hallway by your 6'6 foot boyfriend. 

Jim held the luggage in one hand and your hand in his other.

He pushed the elevator button, and the two of you waited silently for a while, before a brilliant idea washed upon you.

"I even packed my best swimwear. You know, the pink two-piece?" 

You said, and Jim stared back at you with an unamused glance. He knew that you were trying to get a reaction out of him. 

He was the one, who had bought you that bikini, but not to have you flaunting it to everyone. No, that was a bikini strictly for his eyes.

"I might just go without you, then," You huffed as the two of you stepped into the elevator.

Jim had let go of your wrist. He stared at you with a clenched jaw and tilted his head. 

"In that bikini? Fucking forget it," Jim chuckled, seemingly thinking you were joking, but looking at your pout and angry stare, he slowly realized that you were dead serious.

"It's just a bikini, James. Why did you buy me a bikini, if you don't want me to wear it?" You asked and looked up at Jim with a question-marked grimace.

"I'm just saying; I think you could've chosen a pair that didn't show that off that much," Jim said. He knew, that you were the master of analyzing words down to the bone, and just as he'd feared, your brain began decoding his last sentence.

"Oh, so you own me? Well, maybe you should pack my whole suitcase the next time we travel. Or maybe, you should just approve everything I ever wear. That way, we'll be sure to"

"Okay, calm the fuck down," he hissed and nipped your upper arm as the elevator stopped and an elderly couple walked in. You glared at him and rubbed the red spot on your arm, where Jim had left a mark.

The elevator was silent, as it went up, finally stopping at your level. You walked out, Jim following behind you with the key card.

You stood by the hotel room door and waited impatiently for Jim to unlock it. When he did, you hurried in and threw yourself on the bed.

Jim placed the luggage on the ground and rubbed his shoulders, clearly exhausted from a whole day of travelling. But you were loaded with energy.

"Listen, I'm gonna take a nap. Come join me. Maybe we can take a swim later."

Jim laid down on the bed and reached an arm out for you, but you huffed at his gesture.

"I don't want to go to sleep now, James. I wanna go swim," you whined, stomping slightly as Jim turned around, back facing you and closed his eyes, pretending not to care.

"Fine, then go," he mumbled. You huffed at his response.

"Fine, then give me the key card," you responded. You knew, that you needed the key card to lock yourself into the swimming pool, but also to get back into the room again.

Jim didn't respond. 

"James, I said give me the key card," you said with a stern voice. He had it on him somewhere, but where? That was a great question.

"Go get another one, then we'll have one each," Jim said. 

He would've never suggested that if it wasn't for your absolute fear of talking to strangers, especially when you didn't speak their language. Just the thought made you all nervous, and Jim knew that, that son of a bitch. 

He knew, that you wouldn't dare to go ask anyone alone, and Jim had no plans of moving from the bed anytime soon.

"I'm serious, Jim. Just give me the key card."

You were starting to get pretty riled up, and Jim knew that. Everything at that moment, depended on that idiotic key card.

You scanned him up and down. He was wearing a pair of jeans and a black T-shirt. Couldn't be that hard to get a hold of, you thought.

You walked over to the side of the bed, where Jim was lying, looking down at him. "Give me the key card," you huffed and pushed his shoulder slightly, although he didn't move.

"Give me the key card," you repeated, pushing his shoulder a little harder this time.

Jim didn't react at all. He just lay on his side, arms crossed against his chest, his long legs folded towards his upper body

"Jim, give me the key c-"

Before your hand could make contact with his shoulder, he - in a swift move- lifted his hand and grabbed your wrist tightly.

"Don't you think you've crossed enough lines today?" Jim sighed, eyes still closed and grip still tight around your wrist. You struggled to get out of his hold, but it was no use. He was, indeed a great deal stronger than you.

"Let me go," you hissed, trying everything to get away from him, but then you spotted it. There, the key card was, slightly sticking out of the front pocket of his jeans. Without hesitation, your free hand went to grab it, only just getting to touch it before Jim's other hand grabbed yours.

You probably look ridiculous, standing above your boyfriend, wrestling him and losing terribly. Jim thought it was hilarious, mostly because you both knew, that you didn't stand a chance against Jim. 

Jim managed to roll you over him and into the space next to him. Now, he was hovering over you, pressing your hands against the mattress.

"Let me go!" You hissed through pursed lips and shook a strand of hair away from your eyes.

Jim shook his head and sighed, "Let's take a nap."

He folded his arms around your upper body, his chest pressed against your back as he hugged you so suffocatingly tight, disallowing any possible movement from you.

His legs kept yours closed, weighing them down.

"Let me go, James," you huffed and moved the only limb, not secured by Jim. You only managed to lift your hand a little, before Jim grabbed that too and locked your hands.

"Just relax, babe. We're on vacation, remember?"

If you could move any part of your body, you would've hit Jim so hard, but you were completely locked in, with no chance of escaping.

"I'm sorry, that I'm not super calm when fully restrained," you replied sarcastically.

Jim only hummed a reply. You were not about to lay there, waiting for him to wake up.

"Let me go!" You hissed and wriggled your body as much as you could, desperate to get out of his grip, although you were admittedly beginning to get a little tired.

You didn't stop wriggling around until Jim let out a guttural moan. All you had been doing was just grinding your ass against the crotch. You hadn't done this on purpose, but you'd made his cock hard as a rock. You could feel his stiff member poking your ass through his jeans.

"Congratulations. You get your way like you always fucking do," Jim whispered.

Honestly, you'd completely forgotten about the pool. All you could think about, was Jim moaning into your ear, as you began forcing your hips backwards, rubbing your ass against his hard cock.

Shifting his hold on you, Jim had both your wrists in his hand, still holding you tightly and secured. The other had snuck beneath your tank, his massive hand fumbling your breast. You moaned at the sensation and closed your eyes, throwing your head back against Jim's shoulder, mouth open.

Jim removed his hand from under your shirt and trailed it slowly, painfully slowly down to the waistband of your shorts. By now, not only were the panties you were wearing utterly soaked, but a big wet spot was starting to take form in the crotch area of your denim shorts.

You tried to break your hands out of Jim's grip. You desperately wished to tangle your fingers in his hair or tug at his arms, but you couldn't move your hands.

A whine left your lips as Jim unbuttoned your shorts with one hand and slipped his long fingers into your underwear.

His index finger ran a few times up and down your slit before pressing his index- and middle finger against your clit, rubbing it slowly. You rocked your hips back, moaning and whining. Your nails dug into the hand, Jim had them wrapped in. 

Swiftly retrieving his fingers, you griped but shut yourself up when you felt Jim pulling down your shorts along with your panties.

His fingers returned to your soaking cunt. He used the leg, which he had used to keep yours closed with, to spread your legs apart. This gave him full access to your dripping crotch.

His long index- and ring finger slid into the soaking entrance of your cunt, digging deep inside of you. A piercing screech left your lips at the sensation. Your back arched as Jim used his thumb to rub your clit, still drilling his lengthy fingers into your cunt.

It was just about too much. Thankfully, Jim decided to let go of your hands. One hand immediately went to his hair, while the other grasped his veiny forearm.

Your mind was all over the place and your eyes were rolled far back, everything suddenly disappearing when Jim removed his hand from your cunt. He uncurled himself from your side and suddenly, there was no touch to be felt.

You were just about to complain until you realised that he was merely taking off his jeans.

"Take your shirt off," he ordered. You followed his order immediately, suddenly sitting completely naked.

Jim removed his T-shirt along with his underwear, cock springing out, hard, dripping with precum. You bit your lip at the sight and rolled onto your back, but Jim pushed you to lay on your side again. 

He laid down, his chest once again pressed against your back, only now, his cock was bare and throbbing against your heat. Jim kissed your neck roughly, surely leaving marks. You attempted to turn your body to kiss Jim's lips, but his massive hand went around your throat, gently forcing your head down on the pillow.

His long fingers once again went down to your cunt, wasting no time to force them into your cunt again, causing a mighty howl from you. He only pumped his fingers a few times before removing them.

"Always gotta test the waters," he whispered, hand still wrapped around your throat. Jim lined his cock up at your entrance, mumbling a quiet, "Ready?" but wasted no time, waiting for an answer before driving his cock deeply into your cunt.

You screamed and threw your head back, the new position blowing your mind away. Jim's pace was fast and steady. Deep and thorough.

His hips pushed up, every thrust filled with an unbearable force. His arms crossed over your chest, each hand grasping your tits hard. Your nails dug into his forearms, so deeply that you could've sworn, that you'd heard a wince leaving his lips.

A series of cusswords along with Jim's name repeatedly left your mouth, Only a few thrusts later, you were sent through the roof with indescribable feelings of fireworks in your stomach.

The noises, which left your mouth were difficult to describe, and they didn't stop, just because you'd reached your climax. Jim was chasing his high, but his thrusts continued at the same, insane speed, which persisted until he also came, hands tightly grasping your breasts.

He hummed your name over and over again until his body finally released itself of its tension and unstiffened. Jim's grip softened, and as soon, as he'd unhanded you, you turned around and hugged him, his arms immediately closing around you.

#chris fehn #corey taylor #james root #jim root #craig jones #jim root x reader #joey jordison imagines #slipknot photos #slipknot fanfic #slipknotimagines #slipknot x reader #slipknot #jim root x female reader #jim root imagines #jim root imagine #james root imagine

[meekahy]

The Hell I Overcame Part 2

Note: So sorry this took so long! My mental health has been bad, but here is part 2!!!!!!! Let me know if yall want to be on the tag list.

Ultraviolet and Bad Omens were now a week into the tour and things were falling into place. Mia had a much easier time taking the stage with less panic and more excitement every show. Fans in the audience were learning the Ultraviolet songs from the setlist and sang along with the band while they performed their set. Noah and Mia even had a secret handshake that they did before Ultraviolet took the stage.

Both bands had arrived in Orlando, the next stop on the tour. It was their day off, so Mia was looking forward to enjoying the day.

“Last one off is a rotten egg!” Travis shouted as he quickly started to make his way toward the front of the bus and Mia let out a slight chuckle.

“He can be crazy sometimes,” Alex said as he looked at Mia and shook his head.

“Definitely the craziest one out of our group,” Mia said with a small smile as she grabbed the strap of her backpack and put it over her shoulder. “Do you need help with anything?” she asked as she looked at Alex.

“No, I can manage. I just can’t wait to sleep in a comfy hotel bed for the next two nights,” Alex said as he shoved his laptop in his backpack.

“Now that is something we can both agree on,” Mia agreed as she put her sunglasses on the top of her head. “I’ll see you in the hotel,” she said and started to walk toward the front of the bus.

The moment that Mia was off of the bus, she moved her sunglasses down over her eyes and took a deep breath in as she looked around. Orlando was beautiful, sunny, and hot. 

“I think I grabbed all the luggage off from under,” Bill, the tour bus driver said.

“Thanks, Bill. If anything is missing, one of us will be out to grab it,” Mia said as she looked around at everything. “But I think you got it. Thanks,” she said as she grabbed the handle of her suitcase.

“How was the ride?” Mia heard Noah ask as she started to roll her suitcase behind her.

“It was good. Got a decent nap in. I think traveling is starting to catch up to me,” Mia answered with a small smile as she glanced over at Noah while they slowly walked toward the hotel together.

“Yeah, you’ll get used to it,” Noah said as he looked over at her.

“Mia!” Travis shouted and both Mia and Noah looked over. “Look! It’s a lizard!” he shouted as he pointed at something on the tree.

“Leave it alone!” Mia shouted playfully as she shook her head and they continued to walk again. “Do you have an extra spot open in Bad Omens? Could you use another member?” she joked as she kept walking.

“Nope, our band is currently full,” Noah replied with a chuckle as they reached the entrance to the hotel.

Noah grabbed the door handle and held it open for Mia.

“Thank you,” Mia said with a smile and headed inside the hotel.

Matt handed out the room keys to Bad Omens while Devon handed out the keys to Ultraviolet. Mia took her key and headed over toward the elevator with Noah. The doors closed and Mia stood there as she waited for the elevator to reach the floor they were on.

“Got any plans for today?” Noah asked as he looked over at Mia.

“Not really. Probably going to enjoy the day off, maybe do a little exploring,” she replied as she looked over at him. “What about you?”

“Probably the same. Just glad to have a day off,” he said as he leaned back against the wall.

“Have you ever been here before? I wasn’t sure what there was to do,” she said as the elevator doors opened.

“Yeah, I’ve been here a couple of times. If you want, I think the guys were thinking about doing some exploring. You guys are more than welcome to join us,” he offered, holding the door to the elevator open for her to step out.

“That would be great,” Mia said as she wheeled her luggage out of the elevator and Noah followed behind her.

The key card said 342. Mia walked down the hallway and heard Travis as he walked towards them from the opposite direction.

“You guys took the elevator and we got here at the same time,” Travis said out of breath.

“What did you do, run up the stairs?” Mia inquired as she stopped at room 342.

“Pretty much,” Travis said as he got his key card out.

“Travis, I was just telling Mia. The guys and I were planning on doing some sightseeing around the city. You guys are more than welcome to join us,” Noah said as Mia opened the door to her room.

“That sounds fun. What time do you guys want to go?” Travis asked as Mia leaned back against the door and looked at the both of them.

“How about 30 minutes? Is that good for you guys?” Noah asked as he looked at Travis and then Mia.

“Yeah, that works for me,” Mia replied with a smile.

During the 30 minutes, Mia took a quick shower, blow-dried her hair, put some light makeup on, and changed into a pair of jean shorts and a cropped graphic tee. She slipped into her vans just as there was a knock at her door.

“Coming!” she yelled as she grabbed her crossbody bag and sunglasses from the bed.

The moment she opened the door, she saw Noah standing there. He had changed into one of the Bad Omens band tees and a pair of black shorts.

“Are you ready to go?” he asked as he looked over at her.

“Yeah,” she answered as she stepped out into the hall, closing the door behind her. “Are Travis and Alex ready?”

“Yeah, they already headed down to the lobby with the other guys,” he said as they walked over to the elevator.

Once Mia and Noah met up with the rest of the group, they headed out of the hotel together to start the sightseeing. 

After about an hour of walking around, the crew decided to head into Beth’s Burger Bar to get some lunch. Mia sat down by the window while Noah sat down across from her. The rest of the crew sat down while they started to order their drinks.

“I’ll just have water,” Mia requested as she looked at the waitress.

The rest of the crew, besides Noah, ended up ordering beer. Mia started to look over her menu as she decided on what to get to eat. The waitress came over and set the drinks down for each person. The moment the waitress set Travis’s beer down, Mia glanced at it and then looked back down at her menu.

“Hey,” she said to Travis. “Can you…umm…maybe move your beer over to the other side?” she quietly said.

“Oh, yeah,” Travis said as he moved the beer away from her and Noah glanced up at her. “Sorry, Mia. I didn’t even think.”

“It’s okay,” she reassured him.

When Mia felt eyes on her, she looked around and saw that Noah was looking at her. She gave him a small smile and turned to look at the menu.

Everyone got their food and started to talk amongst themselves about different things. Mainly about how the tour had gone so far and what to expect with the next couple of shows.

“Dude, that confetti was way too much the other night,” Noah said as he shook his head.

“Yeah, you almost choked on it when you were singing,” Alex mentioned before finishing off his beer.

“That confetti is everywhere by the time the show is over. I found some in my backpack the other day. Not sure how it got there,” Travis mentioned and Mia let out a slight chuckle. “Did you put it there?”

“Maybe,” Mia said with a guilty look and put a french fry in her mouth.

Once everyone was stuffed, they headed out of the restaurant. As they continued to walk, they ended up making their way to a nearby beach. Mia sat down on the sand, taking her shoes off. Noah took a seat beside her as the rest of the guys headed toward the water.

“Mia! Come on!” Travis shouted as he turned back to look at her.

“No, I’m good,” she shouted as she shook her head and laughed. “They’re crazy.”

They both sat there for a couple of minutes before Noah decided to break the silence between them.

“So, I couldn’t help but notice, and if you don’t feel comfortable discussing it, it’s fine,” Noah started to say. “Back at the restaurant…”

“I used to have a problem with alcohol,” Mia immediately confessed as she looked out at the ocean. “A couple of years ago, I was going through a lot of stress and depression. My family, they were causing my mental health to decline. I always felt like I was never good enough for them. No matter what I did, it was never good enough,” she added as Noah continued to listen. “As I continued to go through the depression, I was using alcohol more and more. I was drinking pretty much every night and was picking alcohol that was higher in alcohol content, basically to numb me,” she explained as she looked over at Noah and he nodded his head before she continued. “This continued for almost a year until I felt I had reached my breaking point. I reached my point when I woke up and didn’t remember what I had said or done the night before. I didn’t realize it until Travis and Alex explained it to me and then that’s when I realized that I needed to stop. They told me ‘You did this and you said that’, but I couldn’t remember doing it. It wasn’t worth it anymore and once I became sober, I felt like a completely different person. I realized that I didn’t need alcohol just because I was upset or stressed out,” she finished explaining. “Sorry…I didn’t mean to just dump all of that on you,” she apologized as she shook her head and looked at him.

“No, don’t apologize,” Noah said as he continued to look at her. “I know how it feels to go through something like that. I went through a rough point in my life and did things that I wasn’t proud of due to the alcohol that I was drinking. I ended up quitting a few months ago,” he confessed and Mia looked at him.  “I know how rough life can be and at the time, alcohol just seemed to be the way to go. Honestly, I don’t miss it. I feel much healthier now and through therapy, I have found other ways to deal with my life when I am going through a rough time.

“I had thought about doing therapy but never did. I find it easier to talk to people that I know instead of a stranger. Alex and Travis have been there for me through a lot,” she mentioned as she watched the two guys splash water at each other. “They are pretty much the brothers that I never had.”

“Well, we can be there for each other. If you ever need to talk or anything, you have my number. You can call or text whenever you need to,” he recommended.

“I appreciate that, Noah. Thank you,” Mia whispered with a small smile.

“No problem. I know it can get a little tough while being on the road. Fame and fandom can both be difficult at times. It will be good for us to have each other to lean on when we need it,” Noah added.

Mia and Noah both smiled at each other. Noah stood up and held out his hand to Mia. She took it and he helped her stand up. The two of them walked down closer to the water and laughed as their bandmates messed around with each other.

Once everyone decided they were ready to head back to the hotel, they all started to walk. By the time they got back to the hotel, Mia went to head inside, but she heard a guy shout her name. She looked over to see a man standing there with a smile spread wide on his face.

“Do you mind if I get a picture with you?” the man questioned nervously as he held up his phone.

“Sure,” Mia exclaimed with a smile and walked towards him.

Noah walked over and the man handed the phone to him. He took the phone and Mia stood next to the guy. She took a picture with him.

“Are you planning on coming to the show tomorrow night?” Mia asked after Noah handed the phone back to the guy.

“Yes and I bought VIP, so I will be able to take another picture with you,” the man said with a smile and Mia smiled back.

“Alright, well in that case, I will see you tomorrow,” she smiled with a small wave.

She walked away from the guy and Noah held the door open for her.

“Thanks for today,” Mia said as they walked down the hotel hallway together. “I totally needed it.”

“Same here. Glad that we had a chance to hang out,” Noah expressed as they reached their hotel room doors.

“Well, I’ll see you tomorrow,” Mia chimed as she unlocked her door.

“Have a good night,” Noah smiled as he glanced back at her.

She pushed her door open and smiled at Noah before she closed the door. She was glad to have someone like Noah in her life.

The next day before heading to the venue, Mia rushed to gather everything she needed into her backpack for tonight's show. 

There was a quick knock on the door followed by a loud, “MIA! LET’S GO!” She recognized it as Alex’s voice. She groaned, she slept in today and was running very late.

“I’m coming I swear,” she screamed through the door, zipping up her backpack, grabbing her phone and purse before running to the door. She whipped it open to reveal Alex and Travis impatiently waiting for her.

“Sorry guys,” Mia muttered as they all power-walked to the elevator. She huffed as the elevator door opened and they were power-walking again, this time to the bus that was taking them to the venue. 

By the time they got there, they were late for soundcheck. They all ran to the stage, tossing their things to the side of the stage, and grabbed their instruments, plugging them in.

“Tsk tsk, you guys are late,” Devon groaned into the mic in the sound booth.

“I’m sorry, I’m out of it today,” Mia confessed into the mic. Before anyone could say anything, Alex tapped his drumsticks together, timing out the beginning of their set, and started to play. Everyone quickly started the song.

Before the show, there was the usual VIP event. Both bands were in their designated areas across from each other.

After a bunch of pictures and conversations with the VIP fans, someone came up who was familiar. He introduced himself as William.

“Hi, Mia!” William exclaimed, “We met yesterday at your hotel. We took a picture together.”

“William, I remember! How are you? Are you excited for the show?” Mia questioned with a smile across her face.

“I can’t wait to see you guys play again,” William confessed. 

“Again?” Mia screeched loudly. Alex and Travis were wrapping up with some of the other VIP fans before their attention was ripped to Mia’s outburst.

“Yeah! I’m trying to go to as many shows as you guys have on this tour! So far I’ve been to three shows! Each one is so good!” William revealed. 

“No shit! Three shows?” Travis blurted out as he and Alex came over to hear this conversation.

“It’s been so fun. This is the first time I got VIP tickets though. Should we take the picture?” William asked Ultraviolet.

“Of course!” Mia exclaimed as the four of them reassembled into a line with their arms around each other. They all smiled as the camera guy counted down from three. 

“Can I get a hug from you guys?” William shyly questioned.

“Totally can dude!” Alex said before patting William on the back. 

After getting hugs from everyone, William wished them a great show and disappeared into the crowd. 

“Dude, that’s crazy! Going to as many shows on our tour? We have a loyal fan!” Alex whispered excitedly to Travis and Mia before they continued the meet and greet.

After Ultraviolet played their set, they ran off stage and Mia bumped into Noah.

“Great set! You killed it!” Noah smiled down at her as she wiped her forehead with the back of her hand.

“Thank you,” Mia blushed as they completed their handshake before Noah bounced onto the stage. Mia watched him leave longer than normal. 

A hand on her shoulder made her jump, “Sorry,” Travis smirked before disappearing.

Taglist: @thatchickwiththecamera

#bad omens #noah sebastian #nick folio #jolly karlsson #nicholas ruffilo #bad omens fic #noah sebastian fic #bad omens fanfic

[danwhobrowses]

One Piece Chapter 1071 - Initial Thoughts

So the official releases it in 2023 so technically it's the first chapter of 2023, but for us it comes a little early thanks to scanlations

Things seems swimmingly when it comes to escape, but Kizaru is on his way and CP0 have the Seraphim under control, so what does 2023 hold for the arc and our characters?

Spoilers for the Chapter, Support the Official Release

Had to dig for the cover page but twitter came through with a colorspread of the crew with Uta in red and white on the Sunny's mast, nothing to really dig into

We start with Kuma, who has headlong shot himself back into the red line

Panic of course covers the red port, since they don't know the friend or foe status of Kuma, but strangely they do seem aware that he was a slave, I guess propaganda does make out that Kuma was a terrible person

We'll stay blueballed by that for probably the next 3-5 months I bet

Egghead is in lockdown, which means CP0 are seeking a way in

Rob 'I won't accept Luffy as an Emperor because I refuse to take an L' Lucci

Lilith's got a space gun and is ready to throw down

Edison this is not the time for invention ideas unless it can get us out alive

Naturally, Shaka and Lilith remain at odds, because they're Good and Evil, though I see both sides, Shaka's a bit too 'self sacrifice, the main body is all that matters' good while Lilith is 'so anyway I started blasting' evil

I mean surely you aren't expendable since you all have Vegapunk's brain in you...

Vegapunk does at least lament Sentomaru's defeat because of him

Seems we have another ally we can call though, someone on the island

Despite Edison's warnings that this will endanger then, Vegapunk goes straight to asking for help

Our ally remains hidden, even their Den Den Mushi covers the eyes to give nothing away, but they've been prepared to bail out Vegapunk for a while

They do seem confident that this ally will help them escape easily, but we do have a plan together

Though it might be crowded on the Sunny with all seven Punks; Sanji's okay with it so long as Lilith's there - though he said nothing of York - and of course Franky's all game

Meanwhile Luffy and Chopper are trying to chase down Bonney to halt her revenge, being stymied by the bug attack thinking Vegapunk planned it

But somehow, security briefly goes down on the Labophase

I sense foul play but they say nobody's in the control room, unless they have a means of getting through undetected like travelling at the speed of light

CP0 are as in the dark about it as the Vegapunks are though, even Lucci is concerned it's a trap

Still, they gingerly make it up to the Labophase anyway, and they spot the Sunny

Kaku getting a bit too cocky now as he throws a Rankakyu at the Sunny, only to awaken Zoro from his nap

Giraffe Boy knows he's fucked up now

Attacking the ship is fair play but disrupting a man's nap is a death sentence

Defenses go back online but CP0 are already in, no mention of the Seraphim though

Since Zoro is defending the ship it does look like we have to go into direct conflict, which is back into Lilith's alley

Luffy's group reconvenes with the Lab group, though news of them leaving does upset Luffy a little

In addition, Bonney is missing, as is the main Vegapunk

Speaking of, the former is chasing the latter with a pipe

Bonney does ask the key question of whether Kuma can be changed back, but the answer invites more; No but there's a reason...

Meanwhile, with the Kid Pirates

I mean, that fish is as big as your ship which has a fish skull on its mast

Killer does suggest going around but Kid never wants to back down

and he's double not gonna back down when it's likely Elbaf!

Egghead and Elbaf are literally within proximity of one another, and Luffy's missed out on it from a coin toss...

I sure hope this doesn't mean that Elbaf will be skipped because Usopp needs his arc

The marines at G-14 are going to Egghead too, but they've been called by Garp

Garp is gonna launch an offense on an Emperor, even without approval from the top

Even Doll with her buff shoulders can't escape the hourglass shape

Garp is already at G-14 though ready to pick up Helmeppo (and maybe Hibari)

Garp is going to Fullalead to bust Coby out!!!

Well Oda definitely made sure we have a lot to prepare for next year

Between the Straw Hats & Vegapunk vs CP0, potentially Seraphim and Kizaru we also have Kid Pirates in Elbaf, and the Navy vs Blackbeard pirates - which could mean seeing the outcome of Law vs Blackbeard or maybe Garp vs whoever was left over, think it was Pizzaro, Lafitte, Aokiji and Sanjuan Wolf since we didn't see them vs the Heart Pirates even though Pudding was on the ship.

Finally Zoro is sprung into action, though Brook I doubt would be one to face Lucci, and he'd probably ask to see Stussy's panties if he fought her, there's still a numbers issue too because we still have 5 Vegapunks and 8 Straw Hats to balance out against 3 CP0 agents and potentially 4 Seraphim and 1 Admiral, and we know that Kaku can't take Zoro and Lucci's on copium as it is. Though there could be another traitor among us, might come into play with what Kizaru was saying last chapter; part of me thinks Pythagoras is sus, but Lilith is also sus, and nobody is really paying attention to York and Edison. There's also the matter of this secret ally, did they shut down security as a betrayal? or to get in? Part of me hopes it's Smoker but that's a lot of confidence to put on him, Fujitora maybe? On the other hand Kizaru or Caribou may've shut down security also, it does make you suspicious of everyone.

With G-14 also arriving we may get to see Doll and Tashigi in action (let me hope already I'm still having to process losing Carrot), I'd suppose the SWORD agents will involve themselves more with the Garp situation. And of course there's the Elbaf matter with Kid, what will they find there? And will the Straw Hats go there to find them still there? I don't think Kid can take more Ls right now after being Kaido's prisoner for so long (speaking of we still need a status on BM and Kaido, on top of all the other stuff like Sabo, Law, the reaper, Vivi, Cobra etc.) plus there's the matter of Kuma; why did he go back? I do worry that he's too set in his programming to return to the Dragons but Vegapunk does hint that maybe there's more to it, that there's a secondary reason why he can't be changed back.

A lot to process and a lot more to question, into 2023 we go

#one piece #one piece spoilers #op spoilers #vegapunk arc #egghead island #dr vegapunk #vegapunk stella #vegapunk lilith #vegapunk shaka #vegapunk pythagoras #vegapunk edison #cp0 #rob lucci #stussy #kaku one piece #monkey d luffy #roronoa zoro #bartholomew kuma #jewelry bonney #monkey d garp #helmeppo #doll one piece #hibari one piece #kid pirates #eustass kid #killer one piece

[desolateice]

Rewrite from “Buku Buku Cha”

This is a short part I changed before chapter 20 was published where Chozen comes to the California. The flight from Okinawa to LA is about 13 hours and any time I travel that long I generally want a shower first thing or take a nap and not necessarily go out... so I changed it to what was published. 😅

Johnny had picked out the best bouquet he could, he washed and waxed the Avanti so it sparkled in the LA sun.

He’d circled the day on the calendar and had spent all his time counting down.

His mom kept reminding him to focus on schoolwork, it was part of the deal. He still had to graduate, even if his boyfriend was coming. But she was smiling anyway.

He waited impatiently with his bouquet in arrivals at LAX, straining to see everyone getting off the plane.

He spotted Chozen, wearing sunglasses like his uncle usually wore and it took everything in Johnny not to rush to him, to run down the gate towards him.

He smiled warmly when Chozen’s eyes met him, taking off his sunglasses, pushing them up into his hair and Johnny held out the bouquet thrusting it towards Chozen.

“Haisai,” Chozen said warmly taking them.

“Haisai,” Johnny said, he took Chozen’s arm, gently hooking it through his.

 He wanted to hug him, embrace him but it was crowded and his heart was pounding so fast in his chest that the best he could do was put one foot in front of the other in an effort to not trip over his own feet and walk with Chozen.

He couldn’t believe Chozen was there.

Finally.

Together again.

He had a million questions.

He wanted to know how everyone was doing.

How graduation had gone?

What had they all done?

They picked up Chozen’s luggage and Johnny was adamant about carrying it out to his Avanti. He needed a distraction before he started blabbering the way Daniel did sometimes.

“The Avanti,” Chozen said, breathed, running his fingers along the side.

He smiled, proud of the car, glad he’d gotten his license again. It was a beautiful sunny California day and having Chozen next to him, having the chance to show him around made him so happy and nervous.

Partway through the drive, Chozen reached out, gently taking Johnny’s hand in his, lifting it to his lips. “It’s good to see you.”

“I missed you so much,” Johnny breathed.

He wanted to just be somewhere, to sit with Chozen.

He wanted to kiss him. But holding his hand was nice too.

He took Chozen to an In-N-Out Burger and Chozen laughed, walking with him, studying the menu. “So, now that you’ve eaten all the Okinawan foods you’re going to have me eat all the American foods?’

“That’s the plan,” Johnny said. “I’ve made a list. Burgers here and animal fries and a shake or something and then I’ve got a Mexican restaurant for us to go to, and there’s some pizza and American style Chinese food and—“

“Not all today I hope,” Chozen said.

“I mean if you’re up for the challenge we can try.”

“No way, also please say there’s something green mixed in somewhere. I need some vegetables.”

“You can get lettuce, tomato and onion on your burger,” Johnny said.

Chozen laughed softly. “You know that’s not what I meant.”

“Don’t worry, mom loves vegetables, the house is full of them. You can have a carrot with breakfast if you want.”

“Now I know you’re teasing me.”

Johnny grinned, putting in their order, pleased that this time he could show Chozen around and that he’d learned enough that he could. That thanks to the guys he knew how to make his way around LA, that he knew what was good to try, what was popular.

“I also thought,” Johnny said leaning against the wall while they waited for the food. “We could go to the mall, the movies, the art museums, there’s a popular arcade and game place called Golf N Stuff—“

“Is there just a lot of “N” places?” Chozen asked amused getting their tray of food when it came out, walking with Johnny to a booth.

Johnny tilted his head thoughtfully. “I don’t know. There’s also a lot of botanical gardens that I thought would be nice, zoos and stuff. We could go swimming at the beach too if you want.”

“I’m happy to go on any and all the dates you want to,” Chozen said softly, a warm smile that made Johnny’s stomach fill with butterflies.

#buku buku cha #cut scenes and rewrites

[i-loves-2dguys]

Summer Time ☀️

Summer. Days full of sunshine and fun activities.

And that’s what you planned to do.

You decided to have a beach day along with the bidders and your group.

(Changing to 3rd person POV)

It was a wonderful sunny day, and they were all sitting in the penthouse lobby with no activities to do.

“How did we all end up having nothing to do?” Baba says as he leaned his head back into the couch.

“No idea, but we NEED to do something right now or else I’m gonna lose my mind!” Ota says in a whiny tone, but everyone agreed with his statement.

“What better to do on a hot summer day than go to the beach?” Baba suggests with a cheerful smile.

Mamoru was smoking by the window, rolling his eyes at the whining between those two babies.

Soryu was reading his book as he was not interested in planning a whole day outside with these guys. Eisuke was also focused on reading his newspaper, equally as inattentive in the conversation.

A few seconds later, Jenn comes out of the elevator and joins the bidders by sitting next to Soryu. “Hey everyone! Why the sudden meeting?” She says after placing a kiss on Soryu’s cheek.

“We just happened to be together by coincidence.” Soryu says with an annoyed sigh.

“We have nothing to do, Jenny! Please save us from our boredom!” Baba pleads with puppy eyes, which causes you to giggle softly.

She then stands up and places her hands together. “Well you’re in luck, because my friend and sisters have actually offered to have a beach day! I am here to invite you all!” After making that statement, everyone moves their eyes towards her as if she had saved the world.

“Your friend and sisters?! As in Gia, Rosalina, AND Aurora?” Ota asks as he looks towards Eisuke for his reaction. Jenn nods enthusiastically and Eisuke tries his best not to seem happy, further burying his face into his newspaper.

Ota noticing the reaction and feeling mischievous, he decides to tease Eisuke. “You hear that Eisuke? Aurora is gonna be there~” Eisuke clears his throat and looks up with a glare.

“Yes, I heard. And what does it have to do with me?” He scoffs and looks away with a small blush.

Fortunately, Jenn was busy looking at Soryu to see if he would agree. He looked hesitant, but seeing his partner’s face made him nod lightly. She beams and starts jumping up and down.

“Alright guys! I’ll meet up with you all here after packing my things!” She says happily and hurries along with Soryu following behind.

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Since the bidders decided to join in, they had to travel in luxury vehicles provided by the King himself. They were separated into two groups: first group was Eisuke, Soryu, Jenn, Ota, and Aurora along with second group including Baba, MC, Gia, Rosalina, Mamoru. (Yes, for plot purposes.)

The second group was having fun, with Baba driving and Gia being in the passenger being the aux player. Rosalina was discussing her new projects with MC, while Mamoru was taking a quick nap.

“MC, I feel like you’d be the perfect model for one of my outfits!”

“No way.. I’m too shy to do that stuff..”

“How about I let you keep it afterwards then?”

“I’d be honored!”

In the first group, Soryu decided to drive while Jenn sat in the passenger side. In the second row was Eisuke and Aurora with Ota in the middle. He looked at both of them mischievously, then faced Aurora.

“Are you excited to go to the beach?” He asks in an innocent tone.

She nods happily. “Of course! I can’t wait to see the beautiful ocean and maybe even find a starfish!”

Eisuke looks out the window with a slightly irritated expression. He initially planned to have Aurora sit in the middle, but Ota had chosen that spot much to his dismay.

He steals a quick glance to Aurora and sees her smiling. Immediately turning red, he tilts his head back to the window, hoping the trip will be short.

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As they approached the private beach provided by the billionaire due to concerns of privacy, everyone got their things out and started setting up for their fun day.

Jenn offered to put sunscreen on Soryu, who smiled gently at the request and allowed it. Teasing her about wanting to touch his body, she pouts and pokes him in the forehead.

Mamoru sat on his chair and opened a can of beer to sip on. Baba helped Rosalina with her sunscreen, admiring her red hair in the meantime.

Ota saw this as another opportunity to tease Eisuke, and grabbed the extra sunscreen as he headed towards Aurora who was standing in front of the ocean shore.

“Hey Aurora! Want me to help you with sunscreen?” He said loud enough for Eisuke to hear. She looked shocked at the sudden request and looked away for a second before nodding lightly.

Eisuke was enraged by this, but obviously he didn’t wanna admit jealousy since he hadn’t made a move yet. He decided today would be the day. His fist clenched, but he went and sat in his own chair calmly and stared out to the ocean.

Baba had seen everything, and so did Jenn. Giving each other a look, they nodded to each other to help Eisuke secretly in order to get them together.

“Jenn, why did YOU want to come to the beach anyways?”

She turns to Soryu who had asked the unexpected question.

“Well, me and Gia love to play a certain sport.” She replies proudly.

He tilts his head slightly, and Jenn turns over to Gia who already had the ball ready.

“Who wants to play volleyball?” Gia asks out loud as everyone turns towards her.

Everyone except Mamoru and Rosalina agreed to play. The teams were split into 4: Jenn, Soryu, Ota and MC against Gia, Aurora, Eisuke and Baba.

Gia throws the ball into the air and Jenn instantly bumps it back to the other side. Baba races over to toss it back, and Soryu hits it yet again to the other side.

After the teams were tied, they decided to play one more round. Jenn served the ball, which Aurora bumps. Ota spikes it harshly, and Aurora slides down and winces in pain.

“Aurora! Are you okay?” Eisuke immediately goes to her side. Her face was red from the impact of the ball, which Ota then started quickly apologizing for.

Eisuke gave him a quick glare then helped her up and walked her to his chair. Placing her down gently, he inspected her ankle. Jenn appeared behind them with an ice pack.

Aurora takes it and places it on her cheek. Ota rushes over and continues apologizing.

“I’m so so so so sorry! I didn’t think you were gonna do that!” Eisuke gives him a cold look, but Aurora smiles gently.

“It’s okay Ota, it’s not your fault. That was dumb of me to do.” She giggles softly, which causes Eisuke to blush lightly.

Jenn notices, and she gets an idea instantly. “Hey Eisuke, can you take care of my clumsy sister? We’ll start grilling some food in the meantime.”

He nods hesitantly, and Jenn rushes everyone away from them two. Aurora smiles at him then tilts her head towards the ocean.

“Sorry about this.. I didn’t mean to take you away from the fun.” She says softly.

“You actually did the opposite. I don’t know how much longer I can last with these guys.” Eisuke sighs, which causes Aurora to laugh loudly.

“I can say the same with my sisters. They’re too overprotective of me and never leave me alone with a guy.” Her eyes widen in realization and turns back to Eisuke then glances at the group.

They weren’t that far off, but they were far enough to be unable to hear their conversation. Jenn and Baba kept sneaking glances over, trying to see if their plan was working.

Eisuke looks between her and where she was looking, until he also realized what had just happened. Now was his chance.

He grabbed her hands gently, and looked deeply in her eyes. Taking a deep breath, he asked, “Will you be my girlfriend?”

Unexpectedly, Aurora rolled her eyes and smirked. “Finally, you asked! Do you know how long I’ve been waiting for this?” She leaned in and placed a kiss on his lips.

Surprised by the sudden action, he hesitated before kissing back and placing his hands on her face. After a moment, they heard clapping and pulled away instantly. The whole group was applauding at their special moment.

Eisuke looked at them then her. She stood up and grabbed his hand to lead him back to them. “How did you guys not end up mad?” He asked concerned that this was a joke.

“I had to convince them. Even Soryu had to convince Jenn.” He looked at Jenn, who shrugged and looked away sheepishly.

“I personally had no problem with you, but it was just hard to see my little sister grow up so fast.” Rose says with a slight huff. “But I guess the chemistry was clear to us.. and we couldn’t stop it from happening.”

Aurora and Eisuke looked at each other and smile in sync. They had finally realized their feelings for each other thanks to everyone else.

The entire group went to doing their own things in their own little gatherings, one including just Aurora and Eisuke. They walked around the ocean shore looking at the sand in the water. Eisuke finds a shell and gives it to Aurora, who happily accepts it.

“It’s no starfish, but it’s a reminder of this day forever.” He says with a gentle smile. She returns it, then places it in her pocket. They hear a loud splash, and turn to see Ota who was pushed into the water.

“Heyy what was that for?” Ota whined as he got back up. Jenn, who had been the criminal for the act, places her hand on her hips before responding, “For trying to ruin our plan!”

Everyone eventually joins in entering the ocean water, continuing their summer beach day.

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This took me a loooong time to think up but I finished it! I proofread at least once and I hate taking so long on stories so here you go! I hope you enjoyed it! (Sorry for being so lazy with Mamoru, I really do love him-)

#kbtbb #kissed by the baddest bidder #kbtbb oc #soryu oh #mitsunari baba #eisuke ichinomiya #ota kisaki #mamoru kishi #kbtbb soryu #kbtbb baba #kbtbb eisuke #kbtbb mamoru #kbtbb ota

[chimeowrical]

Gravy!!

#my art #gravy #tau squad variety hour #tooka #loth cat #she is relaxing..... #on a little tooka vacation.... #travelled all the way to a sunny spot for a nap

[imanonymousfanfic]

How do you think the strawhat would be with a crewmate who has a cat (or like three) ?

I am so sorry this took so long to answer. I've had university deadlines.

Anyway

This is my personal take on the characters. I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I had fun writing this. Thank you anon ❤️

Luffy would LOVE to have cats aboard!! Luffy would be giggling childishly after hearing the new crew mate has cats, unless that’s why he asked for them to join in the first place (no surprise there). Since it’s Luffy, and he’s oblivious as hell, he’ll probably do a couple things that would get them feisty, earning him a good cat fight. He’d end up looking like he does after Nami has a go at him. Luffy’s love will go on endlessly, as they’re not part of the StrawHat family. Before the cats can explore the ship, the idea of teaching the fur balls some “cool tricks” will come up, maybe even plotting to sneak some meat behind Sanji’s back. Maybe it’ll work, maybe it won’t... probably not, knowing Luffy. He’s good company for them, a good partner to play with if he has a feather stick. You will find them resting on his belly as they both nap in the sun on Sunny's head. And without a doubt, ass will be kicked if a single whisker on their faces is touched out of malice.

For a brief second, Zoro will question the cats safety: traveling on water, but at the end of the day it’s not his problem… kinda. Despite his stiff “cool guy” exterior, the swords man would definitely jump in after any of the cuties that have gone over board. He will angrily mutter about their reckless climbing and playfulness as he rushes them out of the water. I mean he does the same for Luffy, so what’s new? He’d give them some small here and there, nothing too special. Their compatibility will really shine when they crawl all over the man during his meditation, they will have fun tapping at his gold earrings, and as much as he would like his silence, the cats company will make him smile. There’s no doubt about it, Zoro loves them, he just expresses his affection to his crew own way. They’re part of the family and their silly antics will make his night shifts a lot more entertaining.

Sanji will ban any cats from the kitchen right away, which is entirely understandable. Cats shed like crazy and don’t think about where their paws have been. They would knock over things carelessly, even on purpose at times when they want attention. That will irk Sanji. Should it ever happen, though, he’d take the opportunity to show off his cool moves in front of Robin and Nami. His envy would melt the man, seeing them curled up in the ladies laps too, but that’s just Sanji being himself. Since are respectable for the most part, and for this reason Sanji wouldn’t treat them any less than he would the rest of the crew. He’ll work hard on their meals, spoiling their little toe beans off.

Chopper will be the CUTEST with cats, he will be befriend them on an emotional level much faster than the others as he’s one himself. He’s in tune with them, and since he’s a doctor, he will be eager to pick up on veterinary studies to care for them. You will find him often studying their anatomy, even physically studying the little fur balls himself. He’d play with them lots, mostly with him originally chasing them, but knowing Chopper, they will turn that around. You’ll catch Chopper reading books with the cats crawling over him and covering his desk. An adorable sight to see.

Franky is definitely more a dog person, but he won’t reject the adorable purring of a cat. He’ll walk around with one or two of them perched on his shoulders, the height and the stability of Franky is a fun place to hang out. They see lots, and he’s a fun person. When not busy, Franky will take a moment to give out some pets, maybe even making some kissy noises at them. He’ll incorporate some kind of play pen or netted area so they can play safely. You’ll definitely catch him blubbering emotionally about them at some point. It’s Franky, after all, he’s a ginormous softie. When maintaining the ship, he’ll keep the cats locked away for their safety, all the heavy materials and tools could be dangerous, and the last thing he wants is them hurt while they get a little too curious. Let’s hope whenever they crawl over him, none of their claws have a scratch at his banana hammock.

100% Robin is a cat mom, calling it immediately. She’s elegant and has that cheekiness that cats posses too. She likes to soak up some sun, explore her surroundings to understand them better, and is intelligent with a talent in sneaking around. Robin confirmed to be a human-cat? All jokes aside, Robin’s companionship with the cats is calm, just like how many of them like it. They’d be spoiled with lap cuddles, and her devil fruit will make sure none of them are left feeling jealous. Her and Chopper will be often spotted hanging together, or helping the vet check ups.

For some reason, I have a hunch Brook is scared of cats and his hair would pop off seeing them. He’d jump behind one of the crew members, his bones rattling loudly as you hear his cheerful voice pronounce his fear. Luckily for him they’re not dogs, his femur would be gone in seconds if they were. He’d be nervous around the little things at first but with time he will open up to them. Seeing how the crew plays and cuddles with them will make him step out of his comfort zone, and next thing you know, they’re huddled around him as he plays the violin. Music, after all, is calming for cats. He will have his own furry fans to give him all of the love, which will warm his heart (if he had one).

Nami will think they’re super cute, but wouldn’t be quite as enthusiastic as some of the other crew members. That’s just Nami though. She’d definitely be cracking some skulls if you hurt any of them, and she’s a very protective cat mom. She might not be the super cuddly type, but she doesn’t care about them any less than the rest of the crew. She’d save a little bit of money on the side for some nicely made collars, which will be a BIG deal coming from her. They’d be gold plated, or something nice along the lines which is definitely her way of showing affection. No matter how cute they are, however, they won’t be caught in her cartography space - their paws are chaotic and Nami needs her maps to be pristine. As cute as inky paw prints are, she rather not have them.

Usopp will talk to the cats a lot, befriending them like they’re any other person. Even though they can’t understand him or his exaggerated stories, they’re entertained by him no matter what. He’s enrapturing, able to hold their gaze as they get lost in his enthusiastic tone. They sure feel playful around him too, his goofy behaviour is exactly what they need, but they might end up chasing him across the ship with how much a coward he can be at times. With his ingenious building skills, he’d take the time to make them some cool toys, a crazy laser, a feather toy, who knows what Usopp has up his sleeve. Oh, the ideas are endless and Usopp’s designs will be spoiling their tails off. If only Sniper King is able to see how adorable they are… *wink-wink, nudge-nudge*

As I’m not fully caught up and his character to me is still quite hard to write about, I will try to capture Jinbe to my best understanding of him.

I imagine him to find great companionship with cats, understanding their free will, but sense of loyalty they have. Unlike dogs, who are loyal to nearly anyone, a cats sense of loyalty is out of a devoted love they choose to share. Jinbe holds a similar integrity with the relationships he choose to be a part of. Naturally their natures of being are opposites, as he’s a fish man, strongest when in water, while cats run from it. They share a wholesome companionship. If it isn’t Zoro first in the water to save them, Jinbe will be the next to be a kitty rescuer.

#one piece strawhats #one piece #anime #one piece cats #Monkey D luffy #roronoa zoro #one piece sanji #thousand sunny #strawhats #one piece fanfiction #fanfiction #one piece hcs #one piece headcanons

[umbreonix]

Random Revalink Fluff

The hammock was entirely still, sheltered from all wind by the outermost rock walls of Tabantha’s massive volcanic caldera.

It wouldn’t have been Revali’s pick of spots, he usually quite enjoyed a gentle breeze but it would have been uncomfortably chilly for the hylian nestled into his side. Instead they came here, to a small cluster of cedars that overlooked the village, just far enough to be private.

That part, Revali did agree with. The privacy that was.

How had this happened?

It was absolutely absurd. He wasn’t exactly sure what this was but had the good sense to know that until it had a name, it was better to be kept a secret. He did everything in his power to keep these baffling moments hidden from the gossiping geese and glancing ganders that patrolled the spiraling wooden platforms of Rito Village for their daily blabber. Goddesses above! If nothing else, they could be commended for their unwavering hyper vigilance. If only his soldiers showed that same dedication to their own rounds.

Link moved, finally rousing from their afternoon siesta. One of his legs was tangled with Revali’s and his squishy pink little foot purposely began playing with the rito’s own much rougher and taloned one. His toes soon found and curled around Revali’s hind claw while his nose traced a slow line up his feathery side before burying into his chest.

When had this happened?

Well, he did have an answer for that. It was after the fall of the calamity. The unbearable little knight had disappeared into the Great Hyrule Forest and returned without his holy sword… and with the first smile Revali had ever seen painted across his lips.

His soul had been body-swapped and he was a different person entirely. It was the only explanation.

Except that couldn’t be the case. Even now, in this moment, as Link continued to stir awake, he began absentmindedly rubbing circular motions over the scar on Revali’s abdomen. It was the spot where he had once felt compelled, for some unknown reason, to take an arrow for the princess’ guard dog. The flesh mark had long since become hidden under his regrown feathers and so was something that this imposter could have never known about.

Therefore and in conclusion, this man he now held in his wings and the knight he once despised with all of his being were one and the same.

They hadn’t gotten to this point immediately of course.

There was a gap of time even where Link had disappeared entirely. It had to have been for over a year although Revali hadn’t cared enough at the time to keep track.

Just as he figured he was gone from his life for good, he started showing up in Rito Village.

It seemed he had been travelling. His hair had grown long and unruly, his skin was darkened by sun in all the areas that used to never see the light of day from under his clunky metal armor. There were freckles that now dotted his face and shoulders where his skin had once been the same pure porcelain as Zelda’s, indicative of how much time he spent stationed inside at various doors in the castle. When combined with his wooden expressions, he looked remarkably like one of those creepy-eyed dolls hylian girls like to carry around.

Now, in present time, his face was more often than not twisted into some wide and wild grin, matching the disorderly mottled canvas of brown spotty constellations over reddening sun-streaks in equal measure.

When he had first shown up, he mostly spent his days at the flight range. He seemed determined to finally remedy his piss-poor archery. Too little, too late if you asked the rito bowmaster but his efforts seemed to be more so for ‘fun’ than necessity. Still, his sense of self preservation was no better than when he had worked for the hylian royal family. He continually attempted death-ensuring maneuvers with his paraglider and Revali ended up having to save him from snapping his neck on the rocks below numerous times.

Soon, Link had taken to following the rito about on his daily wanderings like an imprinted fletchling.

Then, just as that strange turn of events began to feel almost normal, he began making moves.

Touches that couldn’t have been mistaken as innocent, looks that were too soft and affectionate to just be friendly.

Revali pretended to not notice and that was his downfall. By not talking about any of this, it had been taken as a sort of acceptance and, being given that inch, Link started to feel entitled to miles.

By now he had kissed just about every part of Revali’s face at one time or another. He would also often come up behind him when he wasn’t expecting it and wrap those tiny little arms around his torso and bury his face in Revali’s scarf.

Eventually, for whatever reason, Revali acquiesced to these gestures and now here they were taking afternoon naps on sunny days with the clandestine secrecy of a lover’s tryst.

Is that what they were? Lovers?

Link had grown bored with Revali’s scar and has since sat up, beginning to let his hand wander up and down his front, carefully reading and cataloguing each muscle, feather texture and imperfection (non-existent by the way)

“You hylians sure are handsy, aren’t you?” Revali finally murmured, interrupting the blond’s exploration before he could reach back up to his chest to feel Revali’s now thundering heartbeat that traitorously echoed his sudden revelations.

Link looked at him.

“Really,” Revali insisted, now curious. “Why do you all need to touch everything you see with your hands? Your whole body is covered in exposed skin is it just convenience or?”

Link pulled away the hand that had been tangled in his stomach feathers to look at it for a moment before showing it to the rito.

Revali tentatively took it, sitting up as well and turning it over in his wing, not entirely sure what he was inspecting.

“There’s ridges,” Link said, never really having lost his tendency towards short stilted sentences. “They help us feel things better.”

Revali squinted at the crinkly skin of the palm, initially thinking he was referring to the wrinkles set into the places that creased whenever he folded his hand into a fist. Then his keen falcon-like eyes noticed the patterns that spiraled all across the hills and valleys of the inner hand, extending all the way up to the pads of each finger.

He quickly examined the back of Link’s hand and down his arm where the skin looked more scaly, like what he came to expect of a skin texture, similar to what one would see on the shins and feet of a rito.

The spirals were apparently contained to just that one area of Link’s flesh. 

He grazed a wing tip over the natural designs, as if he would be able to feel them though the thin hair-like feathers that fuzzed over the skin of the finger-like appendages he used to hold his bow. He couldn’t end up feeling them of course, but he could watch the way the touch-sensitive hand closed a little in ticklish reaction.

He readjusted to holding it in a more typical manner,  although with the size difference of their ‘hands’ Revali had to use only the tips that approximated a pointer finger and thumb.

They weren’t lovers, but they could be.

Maybe that wouldn’t be so bad.

Link’s hair was out of its ponytail and completely free, the locks sprawled out behind him where Revali’s other wing was still cradled beneath him, bolding demonstrating how well his wheat-coloured hair was complemented by the deep navy of the feathers behind. He would look good in braids. Specifically, braids intertwined with a carefully selected assortment of Revali’s feathers.

Altogether, it would all just look… right.

Revali took Link’s hand and guided the fingers upwards to brush his cheekbones along the little specks of red feathers that he never seemed to have grown out of.

Link looked at him in surprise, unused to Revali ever initiating any of these little acts of affection.

Mind made up, he slowly trailed the hand down along his neck until it was splayed out firmly on his chest where his heart drummed through his ribcage to meet it.

His green eyes, the shade of sunlight through a leaf canopy, bore into Link’s teal ones, asking him without the words his dishonest beak would never be able to muster out anyway if he understood the message.

Link stared at him for a good long moment before nodding a leaning forward, kissing the flange of his gape at the furthest corner of his beak.

They spent the rest of the afternoon not moving from that hammock, sprawled out on their sides exchanging experimental caresses. 

As lovers would do.

#insomnia driven quick fic #revalink #fluff #idk #not really ao3 worthy but a shame to let die in my documents #botw #fanfiction

[silvermoongirl10swfics]

A ‘small’ gathering for dinner (the 501st are NOT invited)

My last entry for @codywanweek 2021 Day 7: Domestic/Every day life.

I did not think I was going to be able to write all seven prompts for the week, but here we are! 

Big thank you to @meantforinfinitesadness for running this brilliant event!

You can also read this fic here on A03.

No warnings.

It was a sunny day on Coruscant, six months after the end of the war and finally Cody and his brothers could live their lives in peace. Cody was currently lying on the sofa in the Temple quarter he shared with Obi-Wan. His Jedi was stretched out on top of him, allowing Cody the opportunity to run his fingers through the copper hair of his cyare, as Obi-Wan rested his cheek against Cody’s shoulder. Just as Cody was thinking about the peaceful dinner they could have together in their quarters, his plan was derailed by Obi-Wan.

“I’ve invited some of the men from the 212th to dinner tonight,” murmured Obi-Wan, his eyes half closed as he basked in the sunlight shining through the window.

Cody rolled his eyes and sighed. “How many of them are coming?” he asked, he loved his brothers, he really did. But when he had been planning on a quiet evening, he hadn’t really wanted to have to deal with his brothers. Obi-Wan paused and shifted, Cody sighed. “Come on, how many of them said they would come?”

Obi-Wan tilted his head, so his chin was resting on Cody’s chest and looked at him with an apologetic expression. “I had only invited five, but then word spread…”

Suddenly having a bad feeling, Cody leaned his head up and stared at Obi-Wan’s commlink that his cyare had tossed onto the low table. “How many?” he asked again, his tone resigned.

“All of them,” mumbled Obi-Wan quietly.

Cody let his head fall back to land on the pillow, groaning to himself. Just great. There was definitely no chance of him having a quiet evening of just him and Obi-Wan. Heaving a sigh, Cody dug out his own commlink. “I had better call Dex to book his diner for this evening, there is no way the entire 212th is going to fit in our quarters.” He looked back at his Jedi and couldn’t help but smile seeing the happy look on his cyare’s face. He knew Obi-Wan would not have invited the whole battalion at once, but he wouldn’t have liked telling the men that not all of them could come over for dinner. Thankfully, the shop next-door to Dex had closed, so Dex had bought the shop to extend his diner so he could add more seating.  “I am putting my foot down, however. The 501stare not invited, I wanted a quiet evening. Anything involving that chaotic lot would be the opposite of quiet.”

“I whole heartedly agree,” commented Obi-Wan seriously. “I picked tonight because I know Anakin is planning on having a movie night with the 501st, using the main training salle to hook up a projector. So, I figured this would be the best night to do something with the 212th.”

His Jedi was so smart. Cody told his cyare as much and leaned forward to press his lips against Obi-Wan’s. “I knew there was a reason I loved you.”

Obi-Wan raised one of his eyebrows, “oh, you only love me for my brain.”

“Of course,” grinned Cody, lifting one hand up to cup Obi-Wan’s jaw. “It’s good to surround yourself with smart people.” Obi-Wan snorted in amusement and pressed Cody back down onto the sofa so he could have a nap. Cody didn’t mind, he called Dex and then using one hand, sent a message to Waxer to spread the word about dinner. But making sure he knew no one in the 501st was to find out about dinner. Then Cody lowered his arm, to fully wrap Obi-Wan in a hug, taking comfort from the soft snuffling noises Obi-Wan made as he slept.

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While dinner wasn’t what Cody had planned for the evening, he couldn’t help but smile and realise that perhaps what had ended up happening was better than what he had planned. He had the time to catch up with his brothers and hear about what they had been doing. Meteor and Trapper had just got back from exploring the Mid-Rim systems, and had thoroughly enjoyed their travels, getting to visit planets in peacetime was all they had hoped for in the war and Cody was glad to see them achieving their dreams.

After mingling with his brothers, Cody spotted Obi-Wan leaning against the wall picking at some fruity dessert. So, Cody walked over to him and leaned on the wall beside him, gently knocking their shoulders together. Obi-Wan smiled brightly at him, clearly enjoying the time he was spending with the men. Cody made a note to himself that he should try and get his brothers from the 212th to spend more time with Obi-Wan, he knew his brothers would jump at the opportunity, but with Obi-Wan on the Council, his brothers never wanted to bother him. Cody and Obi-Wan finished their desserts silently, both watching the men of the 212th laugh and joke with each other, seeing how relaxed and happy Obi-Wan was, made Cody think that perhaps Obi-Wan had needed this dinner more than his brothers, just as he was thinking of someway making this a regular thing, even if not everyone could attend. The door to the diner opening made him groan, “oh no.”

Obi-Wan frowned at him in confusion and then followed his gaze. Cody frowned when he heard Obi-Wan start laughing. “It’s not funny,” he growled. But he didn’t turn to look at Obi-Wan, he was too busy watching as Rex, Fives, Echo, Jesse, Kix and Hardcase sneaked into the dinner, took a load of food and sneaked back out of the diner, not before Rex turned to grin at him as he threw him a sloppy salute. “That’s it, I’m going to kill him,” muttered Cody. He knew where those six were, the rest of the 501st couldn’t be too far behind. “I’ll go and ask Dex to lock the door,” he stated, but as he went to walk away, he was pulled to a stop when Obi-Wan held onto his arm.

Cody turned to look at Obi-Wan with a raised eyebrow, shocked that his cyare was going to let the 501st gate-crash the dinner they had planned for 212th only. Obi-Wan shrugged slightly and smiled, “let them be, let them have their fun.” Cody stared at his cyare incredulously, in disbelief that Obi-Wan wouldn’t try and put a stop to the 501st’s schemes. Obi-Wan just started laughing at the look on his face, but then Obi-Wan suddenly choked on his laughter, his eyes going wide.

Turning back to look at the door and where the tables of food had been laid out. Cody found Anakin sneaking into the diner, taking some food and waving at Obi-Wan before he turned and left. Through the diner’s windows, Cody watched as Rex and the others cheered at Anakin’s success. Smiling devilishly, Cody turned back to face Obi-Wan and smirked. “Let him be, let him have his fun.” At the unamused look on Obi-Wan’s face, Cody just started laughing. “Like Legion, like General,” he chuckled.

The annoyed look faded from Obi-Wan’s face as he shook his head and stared laughing. Cody put their empty plates on a table and wrapped one arm around Obi-Wan’s shoulders, tugging his cyare in for a side hug. He rested his cheek on the top of Obi-Wan’s head and smiled. “You can’t say our lives are not interesting,” he commented lightly.

“No, I cannot,” snorted Obi-Wan.

They remained leaning against one another, just basking in the laughter and chatter of the 212th, not for the first time thanking the Force for the end of the war and Palpatine’s death. This was the life Cody had always dreamed of, but never thought he’d get. Despite the 501st’s antics, this was still the life he wanted to spend with Obi-Wan. And with peace achieved, this was their life and Cody couldn’t be happier.

#codywanweek2021 #star wars fic #commander cody #obi wan kenobi #codywan #212th attack battalion #501st legion #day 7: domestic/everyday life

[angelictaehyun]

Growing Pains

⤷ In kindergarten, he accidentally punched your nose. Thankfully, from that, a loving, caring friendship blossomed. Since then, you both had been attached at the hip, until suddenly... you’re halfway across the globe, a couple thousand miles apart.

PAIRING; yeonjun/reader

WORD COUNT; 3.2k

GENRE; singer!yeonjun, coming of age au, angst, slight fluff

WARNING; mild swearing, heartbreak, abandonment, angst

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Honestly, five-year-old Yeonjun was nothing short of a nightmare. Though, he was seen this way only by you. 

On a sunny day, sometime in kindergarten, he sat crouched on the playground’s field, searching for a ladybug. As for you, you believed if you found a ladybug, it could grant you a wish, thus you joined the young boy in his quest. You sat next to him, mindlessly searching the grass, and when he looked up to see you... he panicked. Other children, as he was told, are unclean and gross, and that’s exactly the sentiment he told himself as he pushed you onto the grass, causing you to scrape your elbow and bleed. You couldn’t stop sniffling as a big, crocodile tear trickled down your face; he felt terrible. In the palm of his clammy hand, he held a tiny, red ladybug, and seeing you cry, pushed him to give it to you. 

"Please, just take it,” he quivered nervously. He thrust his hand in your face to present the small creature, but he ended up punching your nose. Unsurprisingly, you began full-on bawling. 

He ended up in the principal’s office, and despite his feeble attempt to explain the true incident, his nap and playground time was taken away as punishment. Shortly after, he sulked back to class, passing the nurse’s office. Through the tinted, glass window, he saw you laying on an uncomfortable cot with an ice pack held over your nose and gauze over your injured elbow. 

He was miserable. 

He decided to genuinely apologize. He despised the idea of you being upset with him, even though he didn’t know you. After a stolen pint of ice cream from the school’s cafeteria, a pleading fest, a horrendous papier-mâché, and a heartfelt apology, you decided he wasn’t the worst. As for Yeonjun, he decided he liked you and suddenly, in the blink of an eye, he was glued to your side. 

But you didn’t mind. It was hard to resist his smile. 

· ──────────────────── ·

The day you decided Jung Mina was your absolute, garbage, worst enemy, you were nine. 

On your first day back at school, you had gone to the restroom for a quick minute, and when you returned, you found she had stolen your diary to read in front of the class. Though she was quite the golden child, pissing you off to no end. Fortunately, your school’s field day neared the horizon and you decided to show her up. You wanted everyone, specifically Choi Yeonjun, to see your pure, unadulterated talent. You decided to absolutely destroy her in each event. 

You were quite the vengeful nine-year-old. 

Yeonjun, on the other hand, felt hesitant to follow through with your field-day-domination plan. Mina was just too pretty. Her hair smelled like sage and he had the biggest crush on her, unbeknownst to you. He was scared to mention his deep, dark secret, especially after you vocalized your complicated plan. You received virtually no help from him on field day. Despite that, you had won nearly every event. Unfortunately, somehow, you remained tied for champion with Mina, but the tiebreaker seemed quite simple. All you had to do was win a human-wheelbarrow race with Yeonjun, it was almost too easy. 

And in all honesty, you would’ve won had Yeonjun not dropped you in the middle of the field and trip over your body, easily distracted by an air kiss from Mina, herself. He’d been lovestruck, but he didn’t have much time to dwell, especially not when you were squashed under him. He scrambled to help you back up, hoping he didn’t completely ruin your chance but it was too late, you had long lost the race. He turned to you, meeting your unkempt ponytail, narrowed, piercing gaze, sweat, and pursed lips. He was terrified, rightfully so. You told him off in the middle of the field, him withering in shame as he took in your colorful wording. 

You chose to ignore him for a week, leaving him pouty. He decided to relive the past and create another papier-mâché, steal ice cream, and beg for forgiveness at your front door. He stood in the doorway, glancing at you with big, apologetic doe eyes, as an onset of a tear formed. Your resolve crumbled as you pulled him into a forgiving hug. As you pulled away, you admired his puffy lips which tilted into a small smile, and for the first time in your life, you felt your heart flutter. 

He never did tell you about his crush on Mina. In the end, it didn’t quite matter. 

· ──────────────────── ·

Year thirteen, you experimented with makeup. A lot of it. You tried different brands, colors, and styles. Yeonjun would be lying if he said you didn’t resemble a clown, but he kept his mouth shut and let you figure yourself out. Unfortunately, people were mean. When boys laughed at you behind your back, he made sure to drag them outside and put them in their place. When girls acted catty, he held you when you cried. When your family fell apart, he sat and devoured ice cream until your stomach ached. When you decided to join the dance team, he cheered you on at the audition. 

He was always protecting and supporting you, even when you weren’t aware. 

Lastly, when Homecoming approached, he was by your side as your unofficial date.

You both sat on the gym bleacher, overlooking your classmates who were either awkwardly swaying to the music, stuffing their faces at the snack station, or making out with each other. You regretted attending the dance, considering your boredom. though, when your watchful gaze traveled back to the couple kissing, a brilliant idea came forth.

“Junie, you know, neither of us has had our first kiss,” you observed, leaning slightly to see his reaction. He simply hummed in response, not fully listening. You continued, “... and I want to have my first kiss. I think we should have our first kiss with... each other.”

He stayed still, showing no indication of acknowledging your statement. You didn’t blame him, the music was quite loud anyway, you could barely hear yourself. You pretended you didn’t say anything and for an awfully long moment, you both stayed silent. Though that silence mixed in with a hint of embarrassment got too overwhelming, you had to excuse yourself to the restroom. As you left, he let out a breath he didn’t know he was holding. He definitely heard you, but he didn’t know how to process your ask let alone go through with it. He spent so much time, deep in thought, that he failed to realize your absence. When he snapped out his pensive state, he searched the massive gym for you and found you almost immediately, but you weren’t alone. You were pressed up against a dirty, filthy wall, experiencing your first kiss with someone that most certainly wasn’t Yeonjun.

He stood frozen, feeling a bit creepish, yet he couldn’t move if he wanted to, he couldn’t even breathe. Unfortunately, you didn’t stop until a while later, forcing Yeonjun to watch every second in complete agony. Your hair was messy and you were out of breath— that sight broke Yeonjun’s heart. The other boy dragged you onto the dance floor and when you spotted Yeonjun, standing absolutely dumbfounded, you sent a big smile and cheeky wink his way.

You seemed too cheery, and though he was your best friend that should’ve reveled in your happiness, all he saw was red. He felt pure, unadulterated rage, and jealousy. He was supposed to make your first kiss unforgettable, not the other boy.

It was supposed to be him.

· ──────────────────── ·

At fourteen, you decided you didn’t necessarily like your boyfriend all too much, especially since someone else already held your heart. Sure, you felt the loss of your first relationship, but the realization that you’d loved Yeonjun for longer than you cared to admit, hurt more. Though, what hurt the most, was the conclusion that your love was likely unrequited. That night, you sobbed into the phone, and the second he heard your cracked voice, he hopped on his bike and headed in your direction.

It didn’t matter the time, he needed to make sure you’d be okay.

Naturally, he believed you were heartbroken from your breakup, so he attempted to soothe you with ice cream and cuddling. He pulled you against his chest and softly caressed your hair as you watched Titanic; it was supposed to make you feel better, but it made you feel significantly worse. He belted out the movie’s famous ballad in a feeble attempt to lift your spirit and for the first time that night, you smiled. It was a fake smile, of course, but he wasn’t privy to that. Nonetheless, he thought you looked breathtaking.

You complimented his soothing, silvery, beautiful voice — it made his heart swoon.

He was fourteen when he decided to become a singer. It was also at fourteen, he realized he was hopelessly in love with you.

· ──────────────────── ·

At fifteen, you rode the dinky, old subway with Yeonjun to a company audition — one he eventually passed and became a trainee for.

You were there the day he stepped foot into the building for his first training session. You were there when he felt like a loner amongst the other trainee, and you were there when he decided to become the absolute best, letting nothing get in the way of his dream. He set his sight high, and with that determination running through his bloodstream, he decided to express his undying love for you. So when you kissed him back, on the roof of his house, under the moonlight, after eating a gallon of ice cream, he felt like he had everything in his grasp.

After that night, you never let each other go. You stayed by each other’s side and fell more in love as the days passed by, remaining blissfully unaware of the pain the future had to offer. At least you were happy, even if that happiness was on a ticking clock.

· ──────────────────── ·

You were eighteen when you packed a bag and said goodbye to Yeonjun.

A month before high school graduation, you irrationally decided to study abroad in America. You weren’t stupid, you knew about the promise he made to himself when he was younger, his whole schtick of letting nothing stop him from his dream. You knew you were a hindrance, and it was only a matter of time before he realized that as well. You loved him with your entire heart, that much was obvious, but you didn’t want to be the thing to hold him back. He begged you to stay, he said he could have you and success, something you both knew was a plain lie. He couldn’t have you and be an idol, it was one or the other, but he was too stubborn to admit that to himself.

He drove you to the airport in a painfully silent car ride. He was angry, hurt, devastated by your decision to leave him, but you, on the other hand, felt complete and utter relief. He was so close to reaching his dream and all you truly wanted was his happiness, unfortunately, leaving was the only way you knew how to ensure it.

You cried as you said your farewell to him, but his blank face gave no indicator as to how he truly felt; he had barely spoken a word to you the entire week leading up to your departure. He stood motionless as you kissed his cheek, completely devoid of emotion — it hurt you. When you walked away, you felt heartbroken but much lighter. He watched your figure travel through security, unable to bring himself to leave. When you turned for a final glance, you noticed how broken he seemed, but you knew he’d piece himself back together — it would just be without you.

When you turned the corner, leaving his sight, he let every emotion flood his body. That night, he sobbed into his pillow, crying harder than he ever had before.

He’d lost you.

· ──────────────────── ·

You truly discover yourself at twenty. You graduated university earlier than everyone else, got your first and only tattoo, decided America wasn’t great, and moved back to Seoul. Hell, you even found your signature scent.

As much as the country itself sucked, your time in America served you well. You got your first job, experienced university life, made a friend or two, dated a lot, but most importantly, you got the degree you diligently worked for. Of course, it was hard to be away from him. You spent months holed up in your room, refusing to leave the apartment. It hurt the most when you watched his debut, seeing his face rushed every memory back to you. However, over a long period, you slowly pieced yourself back together and moved on. Eventually, you were able to think of him without feeling a sharp pang in your heart.

When you moved back, you weren’t surprised to see his handsome face plastered along the subway or on large billboards. It brought up old scars, habits, memories, but it reminded you that he was able to achieve everything he sought out to do. You, of course, knew he would, he was too stubborn and hardworking to fail; he was meant to succeed.

You just hoped he was happy.

While you were self-discovering in America, Yeonjun nearly gave up everything. He wasn’t proud to admit it, but countless times he almost bought a one-way ticket to you. However, a newfound brother held him back and kept encouraging him to move on. Not long after, he thanked Soobin for his support, had it not been for him, Yeonjun would’ve given up everything. He understood why you left and it was that knowledge that pushed him to work harder, he just wanted to make you proud, even if you were out of his life. He worked tirelessly to debut and once he did, he realized that despite everything, it was worth it.

If it was meant to be, he’d find you again.

He let his mind stray to you from time to time. He couldn’t help it, you were the love of his life. He truly hoped that wherever you were, you were happy.

· ──────────────────── ·

At age twenty-one, on a warm summer’s night, you left your apartment to head to a convenience store, searching for a pint of ice cream and an iced coffee, and maybe an energy drink if you were feeling desperate. Not a month into moving home, you had decided to pursue a master’s degree, but on a night such as this, where you frantically searched for any source of caffination just so you could complete your dissertation, you sorely regretted it.

You were met with harsh, fluorescent lighting as you entered the store but it was a welcomed relief, especially after staring wide-eyed at a computer screen for the past week. You browsed then snack aisle, too preoccupied to notice the soft jingle of the opening door. a tall, lean figure strut past your aisle, standing in front of the drink section for a bit, clearly having trouble deciding on a beverage. You made your way to the front, feeling content with your pint of ice cream, iced americano, and a bonus bag of pretzels. On your way, you stumbled into the hoodied boy and you cursed yourself because only you would run smack into the only other customer in the shop. You scrambled to pick up your scattered belonging, “Oh my God! I’m so sorry, I didn’t see where I was going, I’m such a klutz. Next time, I’ll pay more attenti—”

“Y/N, it’s you...” the soft, hushed voice cut off.

You stared at the young boy’s feet, slowly lifting your gaze to scan the rest of him, stopping at his broad chest, too afraid to look into his fox-like eyes. You knew it was him, of course, you did. It was the same deep, soothing, honeyed voice you spent your childhood falling in love with. Your breath caught in your throat as you dared steal a glance at his face. When you finally met his piercing gaze, he thought he saw the universe in your eyes. He opened his mouth in silent awe as a stray tear cascaded down his cheek. He moved toward you as if you were a flighty deer, and hovered his face closely. You thought he was going to kiss you, and surprisingly, you were quite eager despite the time apart. He pulled you into a loving embrace, so tight, you believed he’d never let go — not that you wanted him to.

That night, he accompanied you home.

Your heartfelt reunion was more than you could’ve asked for. He spent the night with you, doing nothing but catching up, laughing at past memories, eating ice cream, and slowly falling back in love. When he pressed you against your sink, he kissed you with everything he had. At that moment, you understood that despite the painful heartache, everything worked for the best.

You were truly meant to be, you found your way back to him.

Everything was complicated, unsurprising for an idol, but he saw the way you looked at him; it was a look that said you’d move every mountain and all the bright stars in the sky, just to make him happy. It was the same way he looked at you.

He told himself once, when he was a young five-year-old, that he wanted to stay by your side. He left it once, but he’d be damned if he ever left it again.

#txt imagines #txt x reader #txt fanfic #txt scenarios #yeonjun x reader #yeonjun imagines #yeonjun drabbles #choi yeonjun #idol!yeonjun #choi soobin #choi beomgyu #kang taehyun #huening kai #yeonjun #kpop fanfic #angst #fluff #txt #funky fox

[parkers-gal]

boomerang

my infamous boomerang series... part six (my most recent: the lights and the voices) will have an altered ending if i choose to publish it, because i absolutely hated where i went with it

wc: 3.7k (detailed angst)

The dynamic is different. The feelings are still there, positively? Maybe not, but remembering the remnants of what was left of the butterflies was enough. But then again, nothing is ever enough.

Tom returned home, exhausted and merely overworked. She'd be there for him though, she always is. It's just in her nature, to care and nurture those around her, to be the healer by choice. Having Tom as her boyfriend was most definitely not different, only now she was being cared for while caring for others, something unfamiliar and quite alienated.

She was picking him up from the airport, waiting for him at the gate. The overhead announcer's voice rang through the built-in speakers, informing the building that flight 729 had just landed and passengers were making their ways off the plane and into the safety of the concrete structure.

Spotting him immediately, she walked as fast as she could without running. He had taken first class, so no doubt he was out before the rest of the crowd, giving him the upper hand and the opportunity to leave before things got busy.

"Hi," Y/N said once reaching him, standing in front of his figure, expecting him to pull her into his embrace like he always did. But he didn't. Just a kiss on the cheek, which would suffice for now. She shook it off, noticing the bags in his hands, so she walked alongside him, glancing at Harry momentarily with a tight-lipped smile, and they made their ways to baggage claim.

The car ride was much less tense than their reunion. Perhaps Tom missed his morning coffee and had just woken from a nap, which could easily be solved with some of his favorite tea, which Y/N had stocked up on in preparation for his arrival. Dropping Harry off at home, Y/N switched places and took Harry's seat: the driver's seat. After helping Harry remove his bags, the pair were off to their own flat a few blocks down. The same routine: load the suitcases into the apartment and get Tom settled as fast as possible to lighten the load that jet lag had placed on his brain and body.

"Thanks, love," Tom said, pulling Y/N into his side and kissing her head. They were in the doorway of the open front door, his bags abandoned by the coat hooks on the wall.

She hummed with a smile, wrapping her arms around him. "Of course."

Tom smiled back before they released from their momentary embrace, and he intertwined their hands and led them into the kitchen for some tea. It was noticeably at least six o'clock, so Y/N decided to dedicate an hour of the rest of today to get Tom ready for bed.

He was sitting on the counter, looking at his phone as Y/N boiled the water in the kettle, pulling out Tom's favored tea. When it was ready, she gently gave him the mug with a smile. Without looking up from his phone, he gave her a small nod and blindly grabbed for the mug still in her hand. With a playful eye roll, she made the reach and filled the distance, standing beside where he was seated.

Ten minutes later and their tea was finished. Y/N sighed and started for the kitchen door, and only then did Tom put his phone back in his pocket and hop off the counter to follow her like the lost puppy he always seemed to be. She prepared him a shower and got him a towel as well as a change of clothes. While he was showering, she closed the window curtains and readied the bedroom for Tom's early bedtime. She pondered what she'd do -- maybe read a book or watch a movie, downstairs, of course, to not disturb Tom or escalate his grumpy demeanor.

Emerging from the bathroom, he plopped on the bed, waving his arms in the air as a silent beg for her to join. She gave in, laying on his chest for the first few minutes as his breathing slowed, and when she was positive he was asleep, she pulled the duvet and the covers over his peaceful figure, and quietly closed the door on her way out.

At ten o'clock, she finally joined Tom and let dreams consume her mind, and she was thankful Tom was able to sleep through the night. In the morning, she woke first, a smile on her face as she glanced at Tom who was surprisingly still asleep.

Still in her pajamas, Y/N makes her way into the kitchen to make breakfast for the two of them. It's a sunny Saturday, winds unfortunately high but sustainable. She decides on pancakes, adding hash browns and sausage to the party as well. She set up the small breakfast table; It's round, and seated comfortably in the corner of the wide open space in the kitchen. The bay window is the opening participant that sees the first rays of sunlight for the day. Mornings by the bay window are hopeful and optimistic, and it reminds Y/N that change means opportunity.

She hears footsteps descending down the stairs and knows Tom is coming, so she sets his mug by the seat across from hers. Walking through the swing door, he makes eye contact with Y/N and she smiles in response.

"Good morning. Made you some breakfast," she smiles bashfully.

"Mornin'," Tom rumbles out, plopping into his seat.

Y/N sits back in her seat, expecting a morning peck like he always does, but after Tom sits down she just assumes he’s still a bit tired after his trip.

"So," Y/N said between bites. "I was wondering what we're going to do on Tuesday, because Sam and Elysia wanted to go carve pumpkins down at the-"

"I think I have meetings that day," Tom said, swigging down some tea.

"Oh," she spoke, disappointment obvious in her voice, but still hopeful. "Okay, we could reschedule or something."

Tom hummed in approval, drinking the last of his tea before standing up and placing his napkin next to his plate. "Gonna go get ready," he said, kissing her cheek as he left the kitchen.

Y/N watched him leave before looking down at her plate, hand still lightly gripping her fork, pancakes abandoned in the cooling syrup. Thinking to herself, she pondered the thought on what Tom has to do today. Letting go of the thought, she stands up to wash the dishes.

***

She couldn't reschedule. It was actually something pre-booked, a few weeks back. They had talked about it over Face-time, her excitement coming out and through the phone as squeaks and rants about the subject. But now Tom wasn't around despite being home. He was in and out of conversations, and he was rarely at the flat. When he was, it was brief and an unavoidable stop to pick up and drop off some things or freshen up, and then he was out again.

He was drifting, and Y/N didn't even know where he was going during the days. But then, when pictures from the paparazzi started popping up, she grew worried and a bit paranoid, but within reason. Of course, though, she didn't mention anything. She never would have, had Harrison and Harry not come over to hang out.

"Do you know who she is?" Harry asked, sipping his beer from his spot on the couch.

"Who?" Y/N asked.

"That girl Tom's always with."

"I thought you would know, you traveled with him."

Harrison hummed, brows furrowed. "I think he mentioned something about a girl he met at a bar while I was in the loo, but I think they're just friends or something."

Y/N nodded, accepting the explanation and hoping to switch subjects. To no avail, though, because Harry was always one to linger on the little details, and Y/N supposed it was a habit he picked up when scrolling through the colors of snapshots he'd taken with his eyes behind the viewfinder.

"Things are good between you two though, right?" Harry piped out. "She's just a friend?"

Y/N hummed similarly, hoping to keep her uncertainty concealed. Harry's eyebrows went up expectantly, and she spoke again. "He's never really... around."

"What do you mean?" Harrison asked.

"He's always doing work stuff. Out of the house."

Harrison nodded slowly, understanding some points, but Harry wasn't the same. "That's ridiculous. His schedule is clear until December."

Both Y/N and Harrison moved their heads in Harry's direction, disbelief and shock running through their veins.

"What? " Y/N whizzed out.

Harry nodded again. "Yeah, he's free until the Spiderman filming picks up again. They rescheduled it again, that's why it's pushed back."

Y/N sat back, hands in her lap as thoughts and ideas and concepts and worries raced through her mind like it was the Indie 500. Her palms moved to rub her eyes, and she shook her head as though to physically drop all the worries.

"Well it's probably something work-related," she reasoned. Before she could go on, the front door opened, and in emerged Tom. The three friends turned to glance at him before making wary eye contact, and then looking back to the brown-haired Brit.

"Hey, Tom," Harrison spoke. "You want a beer? Join us?"

Tom glanced around, avoiding eye contact with Y/N before breathing out and nodding his head, sitting on the other end of the couch. Away from Y/N.

***

When the boys had left, Y/N started cleaning up the living area and loading dishes into the dishwasher. Tom was taking the trash out, entering the kitchen to bring in the remaining dishes, but Y/N spoke up before he could leave.

She was just rinsing the dishes before placing them in the machine, a tip her mother had taught her. Shaking a plate gently, she glanced at Tom and started talking.

"Tom?"

"Hm?"

"Where do you go all the time?"

He stopped and turned around slowly. "What do you mean?"

"I mean why are you never home?"

"I told you already," he sighed. "Work stuff."

"But I talked to Harry and," another dish into the machine, "he said your schedule is.. clear for.. a couple months?"

Tom closed his eyes in frustration, trying not to furrow his brows in annoyance as well. "Why are you asking other people about my business? It's not even your business, so just- keep out of it."

Nodding shakily, she put another cup into the rack. "Right," she agreed. "Sorry."

"Yeah, it's okay," he said before leaving the kitchen and heading upstairs for bed.

Y/N exhaled again, her breathing unsteady and shaky. She stood in place to let the tears dry, before loading the rest of the dishes into the washer, turning it to the proper setting and going to bed.

***

It had been three weeks of this: on and off moments, small banters that could quickly turn to arguments if more effort and courage were put in place, and distant interactions despite living with each other.

In the entire month that Tom had returned to his home country of England, Y/N had had a total of seventeen conversations with him, with the exclusion of questions and requests to 'pass the salt,' or 'have you seen my sweater?'. Nine of those conversations had been banters, arguments without the intensity or tension or escalation.

Thursday night was the first time the tension had started to set thick like a creamer, except this wasn't sweet. Tom was late to dinner, again. It had been the fourth time he promised to show up and the fourth time he pulled a Peter-Parker and didn't bother coming at all. It's one thing to be stood up by a date, but another by a boyfriend you live with. Setting her napkin back on the table, Y/N paid for the time-filler wine she had drank before driving home.

The lights were on, and Tom's car was in the driveway. Setting her keys into the bowl and her jacket on its hook, she walked into the living room to find Tom, a beer fitted in his hand while he laughed at something Harrison and Sam were talking to him about, Harry and Tuwaine fussing over something on a phone.

Sam heard her footsteps on the floorboards first. "Oh, hey Y/N."

"Look at you, all dressed up," Harry teased.

"Yeah, who's that all for?" Harrison laughed.

"Tom."

The room went quiet, the speaker streaming Harry's playlist filling the silence so dreadfully set.

"Excuse me?"

Y/N looked down and chuckled softly. "Yeah, excuse you," she agreed.

"What's that supposed to mean?" he put his game cards down.

"Date night?" she suggested softly.

"What about it?"

"You've stood me up for the fourth time."

"You never tell me when these things are!" His voice rising, a frank contrast to Y/N's light tone.

"It's always written in the calendar on the fridge."

"Well I don't always go in the fridge."

"Because I'm always cooking you food," Y/N reasoned with a sigh.

"That's- " his face scrunched up, "bullshit."

"Not really," she said, moving around the room, bringing her purse and putting it on the table, stealing a chip from the arrangement of snacks the boys had brought out.

"Okay well- not everyone has time to check a fucking calendar. I mean- it's the 21st century for fuck's sake."

"Tom," Harrison put his hand out, "calm down."

"I'm just saying," Y/N went on. "I get if you didn't check the first time or maybe a second time, but after four missed dinner dates it's quite obvious what the intention is."

"Oh yeah, and what's that?" Tom challenged, voice still noticeably raised.

"Maybe you're moving on."

"Moving on?" he repeated. "From what? You?" he jokingly suggested.

"Yeah," Y/N said seriously, positively.

"What? That's fucking crazy."

"Look guys, maybe we could come over another time," Harry said, the boys starting to stand up and make their way out, but Y/N cut them short.

"No- you can stay. I think.. I think I'll leave."

"What?" Tom repeated, looking at her with a crazed expression. "What the fuck is wrong with you, right now? You're making all this shit up."

"I merely said you're moving on from me, Tom. Is that so hard to see? What, with you never home and going out with some girl all the time and missing dinner dates and barely spending time with your actual girlfriend – it's not hard to believe you've fallen out of love. You just keep pushing me away! I love you, but I can't promise I'll always rebound like a boomerang."

"Some girl?" Tom repeated, hands moving into a gesture, palms out towards the ground, his elbows close to his abdomen. "Is that what this is about? You don't trust your baby boyfriend, is that it?"

She glared into his eyes, "I have every right to be insecure about a relationship that's dying out," Y/N deadpanned.

"Dying out?" he repeated her words again. "Something is obviously wrong with your brain, lately," he was following her around the couch, the boys watching them but remaining quiet, trying to cut the tension. "Just so you know, it takes two people," he held up two fingers, "to make a relationship work. Just because I," he gestured to himself, "haven't been in-touch with you doesn't mean you have."

Y/N exhaled, grabbing her purse and then fully turning to look at him. "Who do you think makes you tea and breakfast every morning? Does your laundry? Preps the shower and your clothes for the day, and sets reminders on your phone? Hm?" she sighed. "Who do you think is still caring for you? Maybe you forgot what loving someone is about, but at least I never gave up on someone I promised to stay committed to."

"You have no-"

"And I would understand if you were under the pressure of work and press and your job and all that– but you're not even working right now," she breathed out, wiping her eyes in hopes to keep the tears from falling. "You're intentionally choosing not to spend time with me. Of course I still love you, but it would've hurt a lot less if you just told me you'd fallen out of love, instead of moving on to find a replacement."

From the couch, the boys swallowed hard, hoping they weren't about to witness what would probably be the worst breakup of the century since Ross and Rachel. Disappointed, they were, but not surprised. Harrison and Harry had seen it coming first – it had been weeks since they had hung out with the pair together, weeks since they'd seen any signs of affection, and weeks of missing love that hung in the air like fog or mistletoe.

"You can't just assume I've fallen out of love or some crazy shit like that!" Tom defended neither of the two. "What are you even saying, right now?"

Y/N patted the couch cushions, looking down at her purse. "I think I'm.. going to stay with my friend."

"What?"

"I'm breaking up with you, Tommy," she clarified.

"What?" he breathed out again, eyes watering.

She went on, "I think it's best for both of us right now."

"That's- that's-" he didn't have anything to say, though, and his stuttering was an obvious sign to Y/N that he didn't have many objections to the decision.

"I lo- I'll uh- see you around or something."

"And all your stuff here?"

"I'll come and get it all later," she said, placing a hand over his that was leaning on the couch, before glancing one last time to the boys gathered around the coffee table, whose heads were down in shame. She grabbed her purse again, and the door clicked shut after the echo of her footsteps.

Tom's mouth was open in shock at her decision to follow through with what she had said. He turned around to look at the boys, eyes watered and red. He shook his head and rubbed his face for a good few moments, before sitting back down in his spot, picking up the cards and continuing as if nothing had taken place

"Tom?" Harry said. "Aren't you going to go after her?"

Ignoring him, Tom placed a card down. "C'mon guys, let's just finish the game."

**

Eight days had passed since Y/N left. The very next morning, she came by as she said she would, and she packed up her stuff. It took about six hours, and Tom wasn't there for any of them.

When he returned home, the house felt eerily quiet, and dead empty. It was bare and lifeless, dispassionate and lacking love. He dropped his backpack by the door and made his way up the staircase, noticing the absences of items that had been moved from their rightful positions, from places they'd stayed in for so long.

One would think the bedroom would be the hardest to face, but to Tom it was actually the bathroom. Y/N's skincare products, makeup utensils and palettes, as well as her hair-care supplies and dental hygiene treatments were all gone. Out, away, dissipated. Even her body wash was gone, and when Tom checked the towel closet, an entire shelf was vacant from where her favorite blankets and sheets used to sit comfortably.

The little knick knacks she had collected throughout their time together, and the souvenirs he had gotten her had also departed. Pictures and mugs and plates and houseplants and post-it notes and pillows were gone, vanished and scattered. It was as though they had evaporated into thin air, unlike Y/N's presence, and soul and mind and body and love.

Regret coursed through his veins, pumped his heart and pounded his head. Tears flowed like a melody, deafening his eyes. Cries and sobs rang through the air like bullets, killing only the innocent. He fell to the support of the door frame, crying like no human ever should. Moments passed before he slid to the ground, weeping and wailing and whining. He must've laid there for hours, crying without limit, to no end, before sleep consumed his body and dreams called out to him, and peace set in on his body, his breaths steadying, chest no longer heaving.

The next morning, Tom awoke on the floor with a merciless headache, dehydration setting into his body nicely. His hair was greasy and hands sticky from sweat, his shirt stained from his breakdown. The house was dull and bland, the morning air no longer sweet. There was no breakfast to greet him as the lingering feelings of sleep wore off. There was no warm shower or fresh set of clothes waiting to be worn. His favorite mug was empty for the first morning in over a month, and the tea bags of his preferred brand had finally gone from low stock to nonexistent.

Tom sat up, his brain exhausted and on overdrive, and he got to work on crying again.

***

The skies grew darker, the sun shied away. The tea was bland, the showers were cold, and the bed was empty. Maybe not empty, but bigger. Tom was just now coming to his senses, realizing his mistakes as the initial anger wasted away. But as cliches go, it was most obviously too late. He laid in the dark, eyes bloodshot and breaths unsteady and rapid, with his hands clenched into fists as salty rivers overflowed the ponds that were his eyes. He was crying out to a god that didn't exist, begging for mercy and forgiveness but still going unheard. Selective listening, but now Tom was the one unheard. If hearts could break, this was an inevitable shatter, the remnants of her spirit crushing the broken pieces left on the floor, pieces he knew that would have been glued together by the love that was no longer a part of his life.

A month shy of Y/N's absence, Tom was breaking down, his acting skills coming to greater use the more he pretended to be okay. A life without his girl wasn't life at all, but a nightmare. He was lost on what move to make next; his queen would be in trouble, and moving a knight would do nothing but damage. He wanted to throw the whole board game to the wall, watch it shatter the way his heart did. He wanted to watch someone feel the same things he was feeling, but more importantly, he wanted her back.

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[malucy31]

Time is On Our Side

Pairing - Magnus Bane/Alec Lightwood

Raiting - Teen and Up

Tags - Time Travel AU, Canon Compliant, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Fluff, Reunion, Married Malec, Alec Misses Magnus, Happy Ending, Malec Love Each Other A Lot

6599 words - COMPLETED

Summary - Alec is stuck on a mission in India in the 18th century and he misses Magnus. One day, he wakes up somewhere that feels and smells like home.

Chapter 1 - Chapter 2 - Chapter 3

Chapter 3 - Home, at last

There is a whole ritual every time Alec comes back from time traveling. Magnus is always there at the Institute, wearing a mix of worry and eagerness on his features.

The anchoring spell is performed quickly, just a way to make sure that no traveler’s history gets lost when the timelines merge a couple of hours from now. But Alec stays out, always. He refuses to be anchored to anyone but Magnus. They do it in the quiet and intimacy of their loft.

They don’t talk much. Even when they are in their kitchen, Magnus watches in silence as Alec eats like he hasn’t in days, which in this case is accurate. In the two days between meeting Magnus and the new moon, Alec has been so scared of having divulged too much that he hasn’t come out of his room, using nourishment runes, one after the other.

As usual, Magnus doesn’t eat a thing. It has only been a few minutes for him anyway; they had dinner before Alec left. The dinner before a time travel is always a heavy moment. It’s weird for them both. Not sharing time, knowing the next minutes of Magnus’s life could feel like weeks, a month…a decade to Alec.

A decade never happened, but the fear is always there. So, to remind each other that no matter what, Alec will always come back, they keep a third plate for Alec’s return, leaving everything on the table as it was. Alec will always come home, and their home will always be ready to welcome him back.

They don’t really have a lot of time after that. They need to prepare the protecting circle for the anchoring spell, but Alec can see that worry hasn’t left Magnus’s face. As Magnus is tracing the circle on the ground, Alec puts a reassuring hand on his shoulder, calling his name as softly as he can.

They still don’t exchange a word. Alec can’t, knowing that if he starts, he could talk for days, shower Magnus with every promise of eternal love flaring up in his lungs with each intake of breath, with every moment of longing that peppered his last month and a half.

But it will have to wait. In the meantime, fear and worry start evaporating with a soft kiss, then a second one which turns into a hungrier one. That’s all it takes. The reminder that they share time again, they never stopped sharing it in some way.

Clothes are being discarded. They don’t have to feel each other’s skin for the spell, but their hearts do.

Alec finds the ingredients Magnus needs without having to ask. His hands are full of jars, and there is an apple tree twig between his teeth. He feels Magnus’s stare on him when he re-enters the living room where a circle of candles has been set up around a mattress.

What? he asks wordlessly with raised eyebrows.

Magnus sniggers, his voice finally filling the silence. “This never gets old.” He unburdens Alec’s arms by taking the jars one by one and setting them on the nearest table. “You, finding your way through my apothecary…” Alec doesn’t move, chuckling when Magnus finally takes the twig from his mouth and kisses his lips. “On your own…” Fingers trail up along his sides, and he can’t hold back a giggle, “in your underwear.”

“Feels good to be home,” Alec whispers into their kiss.

“It does.”

*

Once the spell starts, everything goes quickly. Time adjusting itself around them is intoxicating. It feels like those life showers Magnus likes to take with him sometimes. Running from portal to portal, hand in hand, hopping from a green and sunny hill to a rainy seashore, from hard concrete ground to silky sheets. Remaining there for a few breathless kisses before disappearing into the mattress with laughter when they hear a door opening. Landing on a trampoline, then more streets, more mountains, more kisses and the sweetest of all exhaustions. Watching the first minutes of a play before falling back, trapped between something fluffy and the comforting weight of Magnus. More laughter, always more laughter…then running again. Running around the world and taking everything in as the Earth keeps on spinning.

*

A draft wakes them at the same time. Alec feels Magnus stir, his arm and head leaving his chest before returning there with a sigh.

Around the mattress and the protecting circle, it’s havoc. The windows to the balcony are wide open, curtains billowing out in the breeze, birds exploring the living room and eating crumbs the wind scattered from their forgotten dinner.

There are even a few plants here and there, growing from the ground. It happens sometimes. It’s Magnus’s magic going a little crazy when it comes to protecting what they have. They are used to it. The flowers that grow don’t even always exist outside their own little world.

Alec plants a kiss in Magnus’s hair, inhaling a scent he has been missing for the last month and a half. Already grinning with delight about what’s to come, Alec eventually speaks. “Go ahead, ask…”

It doesn’t take long for Magnus to react. It’s endearing. Magnus always waits for Alec to start this conversation, making it another ritual with its codes and rules.

“Which stranger were you this time?”

There’s joy in his voice, one that Alec usually doesn’t link with Magnus thinking about his past.

Alec doesn’t answer, already shifting to retrieve the small pouch of sandalwood blend, eager to see his husband’s face light up when he figures it out on his own. But he should know better.

“Where do you think you’re going?” Magnus asks, his body suddenly weighing more heavily above his to make his point clearer. Alec isn’t going anywhere. It makes him laugh softly.

“I have a clue, but it’s in my jacket.”

“Which one?”

“The one I had yesterday? The one you took off with so little regard…”

“Well, there were other important things that demanded my attention,” he punctuates with a kiss, not letting his lips leave Alec’s, “and it’s a black leather jacket. You have thousands of them.”

He could tease him back, maybe tickle him, hear him giggle, feel the laughter and joy spread through his body. With Magnus so close, he would feel everything. But he is overwhelmed.

“I missed you so much, Magnus.”

“I know, darling. But I’m here now, we both are…and I’ve missed you just as much. Whoever you were this time, you can be sure that even though I barely knew you, I missed you the second you were gone. That I missed us without really knowing what us meant.”

Neither of them moves, not even for a kiss. Magnus swallows thicky, and Alec is struck by the emotions on his face. Years of being together and Magnus still feels self-conscious when he confesses things like that. But it never stops him, and even after all these years, Alec still feels like the luckiest man alive.

Magnus continues, his collected tone and loving smile trying to bring Alec back to him. “Do you see it?”

“Huh?”

“Your jacket, Alexander, can you tell me where it is so I can summon it?”

“Sure, it’s…” Alec cranes his neck. Their place is a mess, but he spots his jacket on the floor, somewhere between what seems to be an orchid and a cat napping in a morning sunbeam. “There.”

They laugh as Magnus follows Alec’s pointed finger, apparently realizing for the first time the state of their living room.

He snaps his fingers, and the jacket is there. In one of its pockets, Alec finds the small pouch. It doesn’t take more than a few seconds for Magnus to recognize it.

“It’s one of mine! Where did you get this?”

“You gave it to me.”

“I gave it to you? You must have made a big impression on me.”

“I think I did,” Alec smirks, still a little worried that he told too much to that past version of Magnus. “Especially when I told you about my husband.”

He sees Magnus’s eyes widen, just like they did all those centuries ago.

“The married traveler, of course… Do you know how long I’ve been looking for you? For a long time, I was obsessed with that place in the world where it seemed possible for people like us to exist.” His voice breaks a little on those words.

Alec can’t resist the urge to hug him, take him in his arms and secure his head in the crook of his neck. “I’m sorry. It broke my heart to leave you this way.”

“Don’t. Don’t be sorry. I kept a very fond memory of that encounter. And who knows, maybe you’ll have to go back, and we’ll realize we met again in the morning.”

“Maybe we never really stopped meeting.”

“What a lovely thought…”

They bask in the silence for a little while, Magnus’s body relaxing against Alec’s.

“Can you remind me what happened? What we said?”

It’s still so fresh in Alec’s mind that he tells him every detail.

The anchoring spell protects those moments, frozen in time. They have so many memories like this one now, not really knowing if it really happened, if this is part of their story or some sort of alternate reality. It doesn’t matter. They are still here, together in the end, with dozens of memories of a life that maybe was. None of them affecting their life, only adding to it.

Somewhere during the story, Magnus rolled on his side to face Alec.

“When did we see each other after that?” Magnus asks.

It gets complicated to answer that question, Alec doesn’t time travel every day, but he has done it a few times already. It’s not always easy to keep track.

“The pirate ship!” They exclaim at the same time, laughing at the memory.

Alec reaches out, grazing Magnus’s cheekbone, outlining his jaw and diving into his eyes. They sparkle with joy, gold shining proudly in the morning light.

“It feels good,” Alec eventually utters. “Seeing you talking about your past with such lightness, laughing.”

Magnus whispers his answer into the crook of Alec’s neck. “It’s easier now that I know you could be anywhere in it.”

The words turn into soft kisses, each of them reminding Alec why those time travels are always worth it, no matter how long they can feel. Each of them is a chance to give Magnus back what life took from him. Hope, happiness, laughter, cheerfulness…

“You really are a man of your word, aren’t you?” Magnus continues.

“What do you mean?”

“You’re taking our wedding vows further than I would ever dare ask you to, Alexander… As if your love in our present wasn’t enough, you give it to past versions of myself too, do you realize how extraordinary this is? How extraordinary you are?”

“‘m not. Loving you is easy.”

“Stop selling yourself short, my heart, and accept to be worshipped like you deserve to be.”

“Only if you accept it too.” Alec tastes the giggle on Magnus’s lips, letting it infuse in him. He doesn’t need to see him to notice the sudden stiffness in Magnus. “What is it?” he asks, his fingers rubbing soothing circles at the back of Magnus’s hair.

His answer comes in a murmur. “I know it’s selfish, but I’ll never have enough of your lifetime. Whether it’s to repay you or to love you. It will never be enough.” He sighs, his next words barely audible. But it doesn’t matter. Alec would hear those words even in a storm. “I need you for more than your lifetime.”

Magnus has never said it like this, never so directly. It makes Alec’s reply so much easier. “Then, maybe we should find a way to extend it?” Any tentativeness dies when Alec is met by two golden irises and a smile that has rarely been so big. “I never want to leave you alone. I mean, if you’re being selfish, I may just as well be too, right?”

“Yes, yes you may be, darling… You can be whatever you want.”

“I love you.” It’s impossible to stop beaming at Magnus in this moment, so he doesn’t. They will have forever, no matter how long it takes to find it. “Who you are, who you were, and who you will be. I’ll love every version of you as long as you’ll have me.”

“Oh Alexander… An eternity or two is a bare minimum.”

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[fandom-necromancer]

Getting lost together

This was prompted by a lovely anon! I hope you enjoy, this one is fluffy XD

Fandom: Detroit become human | Ship: Reed900

‘Nines, that was the last bag, come on! We’re going to be late!’ Gavin closed the trunk of his car and looked over to where Nines was standing right between the house and the car. ‘Tina will look after the cats alright, she loves the little beasts, don’t worry’, he tried to comfort him, opening the car door and leaning against it. ‘We’ll come back, and they are at least a kilo heavier’, he joked. Nines straightened his back, but avoided his eyes as he walked towards the car. ‘Hey, what’s wrong?’, the Detective asked softly. ‘I thought you looked forward to this.’ ‘I do!’, Nines quickly replied. ‘It’s just my first time leaving Detroit. I… I’m not sure what awaits me.’ ‘That’s what travelling is about’, Gavin explained and stepped past the door to take his hand. ‘Don’t worry. You will love it.’ ‘I hope so’, he mumbled far too insecure for a war machine and entered the car.

Gavin sat down too, leaning over to press a kiss to Nines’ cheek and start the engine afterwards. ‘Come on. Let’s go on a road trip!’ He handed Nines a case full of music CDs and gestured him to choose one. ‘Passenger decides the music’, he explained and started pulling out of their driveway. The android frowned at the disks, contemplating whether he should tell Gavin he could always just connect to the car and play whatever song he wanted. But he guessed this was part of the experience, so he pulled out one of them without researching band names or titles written on it. ‘Excellent choice’, Gavin cheered as the first heavy guitar riffs came up. Nines couldn’t really say something to that as he had no idea what else he could have picked, but seeing Gavin grin and drum his fingers on the steering wheel he found he didn’t really care if it made his human happy.

They drove through the streets and Nines traced their route with his GPS. He got increasingly worried as they made it onto the highway and finally left Detroit. ‘All good, love?’, Gavin asked, seeing the red flashing LED. ‘Yes, just… I lost connection to an android network.’ ‘That means?’, the man asked concerned. ‘My scans won’t be as effective anymore as I can only detect what I see. I can’t supplement it with information from the internet or databanks.’ ‘Should we turn around?’ Nines thought about it. It was their first vacation since the revolution as work had kept them busy with anti-android crimes, retaliations and the rising Red-Ice trades. He had looked forwards to it and still did. He would spend time with his human somewhere neither of them had been before, just the two of them. What about that wasn’t exciting? ‘No. It’s just weird loosing a function you never paid much attention to.’ ‘I can imagine’, Gavin hummed, unsure what to say. ‘I guess that at least makes us equal?’, Nines contemplated. ‘Neither of us knows Providence. It’s a new place for you and I have no way of acquiring more information than you could.’ ‘Heh, a full-on human experience, then?’ ‘You could say so.’

They drove down the road and the longer they were on their way, the less worried Nines became. If anything, partially loosing his scanning abilities made it even more interesting. He simply couldn’t know some things and others passed too fast to get even a little bit of information. ‘How do you live like this?’, Nines couldn’t help but ask as he could see buildings to his right that might have belonged to a town called Sweaburg, but could as well be something entirely else. ‘How do you live, seeing things and having no idea what something is?’ Gavin laughed. ‘Learning to ignore what isn’t important, I guess? I mean, do I have to know everything to survive. And it can make it all the more interesting if you do find out someday. You can always learn something new, even if you lived your whole life in just one city.’ Nines frowned and tried to understand. ‘I mean, isn’t it boring knowing everything? What about curiosity and the joy of discovery?’ The android had to nod to that. ‘That’s why I like our work this much. And I’m starting to like this new perspective, too.’

He found himself smiling as he watched the world pass by, details appearing and disappearing before his programs could even try to gather information. He had become a passive onlooker and it was a weirdly relaxing experience when at the same time his eyes darted from one fixing point to the next trying to take in everything at once. Gavin found he had a difficult time concentrating on the road when Nines sat in the passenger seat almost pressing his nose to the glass like a school child on their first but ride. Sometimes he wished he could take photos like the android could, just to remember this sight forever.

They had to stop for gas soon and Nines took over for the rest of the ten-hour ride. Gavin, understandably exhausted, had tried to stay awake, but when they were an hour away from their destination, he was peacefully sleeping leaned against the door. Only as Nines left the highway and had to stop at a red light, the man woke up again. ‘Oh, we’re already there?’, he asked and sat up. ‘Sorry, I’m just really tired.’ ‘Our hotel is just down the road. Then you can sleep properly.’ ‘Nah, I planned to go take a look at the city first!’ ‘Gavin, I doubt we will get anything else done. And it’s supposed to be a vacation.’ ‘Okay, I’ll take a short nap then and afterwards we go for a walk in the evening, but that’s the only compromise I’m willing to accept.’ Nines sighed. ‘Fine.’

They checked in to their hotel and went to their room to stow away their luggage. Gavin’s nap ended up being longer than expected and with an amused huff, Nines slipped under the blanket too to join his human in this unknown place.

-

Maybe it had been the night spent in stasis, but when Nines rose to see Gavin in the light of the rising sun in this foreign room, he could barely contain the happiness that he felt. No deadline, no case that had to be solved, no clear mission to follow. Just himself and Gavin in a city neither of them knew; time reset to a new schedule counting down the days of their vacation. It was almost… liberating.

He snuggled closer to Gavin and wallowed in his warmth. The human grinned and turned around, still sleepy but slowly waking up. ‘Morning, Nines.’ ‘Morning darling.’ Gavin buried his head in his shoulder. ‘Jeez, Nines, if you keep this up I’ll never leave the bed.’ ‘We can do that if you want’, the android murmured, kissing the top of his head. ‘Nah. Let’s get ready for breakfast and then go see the city. I have something special planned for tonight and you can’t research it! It will truly be a surprise.’ ‘I can still do normal research via the internet, Gavin. Just slower.’ ‘Don’t you dare’, Gavin laughed, pointing his finger at his nose, before standing up and getting ready for the day.

After leaving the hotel, they walked through the streets without any real plan in mind. Nines followed Gavin, who seemed to take random turns and stopped at random places. Watching the people around them and the different sorts of buildings, Nines was quickly feeling weirdly at home. In the afternoon they stopped at a park near the river and Gavin got himself something to eat at the many food carts around. They sat down at a bench right at the riverfront and enjoyed the sunny day. ‘This is perfect’, Nines couldn’t help but voice the content he felt at watching the water lazily pass by, a few ducks swimming on it. A few joggers passed them, faces without names for the first time in Nines’ short life. ‘Got over that lack of information?’, Gavin asked, mouth still half full of the hot dog. ‘I’m actually considering shutting off that program completely when not on the job’, he shrugged. ‘You were right it is more interesting to not know and wonder. If I really need to know something, I can always switch it on again.’ ‘Nice. Good to know it’s not too bad for you.’ Nines looked down on Gavin and put his arm around him. ‘It’s never around you.’ ‘Aw you damn romantic android. I would hate you if I didn’t love you.’ ‘Sure.’ Nines looked out over the river and cocked his head. ‘Gavin, what did you wanted to show me?’ ‘In the evening, love. Has to be dark for it. Patience.’

At least time passed quickly with the human around to guide him around town. As the sun set, they returned to a different part of the river. Nines frowned, as he saw several people blocking his view on the water. ‘Gavin, what-‘ ‘Shh, come on, follow me. I looked this up beforehand, there should be a good spot over here.’ Gavin took his hand and pushed through the crowd, not even thinking of apologising. Pulling Nines right to the front, the android was indeed blown-away. In all his preconstructions, he hadn’t expected this: Several bonfires were lit on the water and lit up the walls in soft orange and hot white yellow. Music played and the masses stood and watched as people tended to the fires and gondolas passed through the flames. ‘Gavin, what is this?’, he asked in surprise. ‘They call it Waterfire. A festival that began as art is now celebrated annually. ‘Thought it would be something fun to be part of. Do you like it?’ Nines couldn’t pull his eyes away from the reflections on the water, the thousands of people at the shore and the flickering fires cracking on the surface of the water. The smell of burning wood filled the air and managed to overpower the different smells from the food stands. ‘Gavin, I… I never experienced something similar. Can we… Does this stretch the whole river? Can we see all of it? Can we ride one of the gondolas? I… For how long did they celebrate this? Why-‘ Gavin’s loving smile made him stop, feeling awkward for asking so many questions and letting his excitement overwhelm him. But Gavin only rose to his toes and pulled Nines head down into a kiss. ‘For you? Everything.’

#detroit become human #dbh #Reed900 #RK900 #Gavin Reed #Me German: oh I can finally streetview these famous American highways! #Sees a two-lane street. Wow okay now I understand why Americans love Autobahn #How do you abolish your trains for cars and then drive a two-lane street cross country? #honestly I just want to travel so hard at the moment #Just forget the world and roadtrip #I wasn't on holiday even before corona and now I just haven't left the house and I wanna see stuff I haven't seen #I'm happy to commute again between uni and home but they piled up earth to both sides of the train track so now you almost never see stuff #I just wanna drive around and see friends again like holy shit when will this virus end #ramble end #fluffy Reed900 because we all need that

[whirlybirbs]

                                          (   gif, again, by @barissoffee​ !    )

     —   STARJOCKEY & CO.   ;   2 of ?

summary: the bad batch gets a pilot, and they get a mission. acid rain happens. hunter & zip still don’t get along. no one is surprised. pairing: twi’lek!reader (zip nickname) x hunter word count: 3.2k a/n: pumping this out so i can write some hunter/reader content tonight to follow this character arc! we love some good ol’ action adventure acid rain! also, don’t try and neutralize acid with water, kids. that’s not how that works. but this is star wars, and it works here.

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It’s too early for this. 

Despite having a steaming thermos of caf in your hands, you still have to pull your eyes open wide and try not to sway on your feel as you remind yourself this debrief is important. Very important. 

Very early, but very important

Sleep, too, especially after the amount of hours you poured into repairs on the Havoc Marauder last night, is equally as important — but the debrief takes priority. For now. 

Maybe you can bribe D-M1 to pilot for a bit once you take off. Just so you can plant your head on the dash and doze for a minute. A loth-cat nap. 

Ugh -- a nap sounds good right about now. 

You take a long sip of caf and rub your face as Cody continues to speak, gesturing to the glowing blue holomap that casts a glow across the entire room.

Through the thick of the swirling mission debrief, Hunter is staring.

Well, more glaring, really.

(Can you blame him? His senses have been cranked to 12 since he was made, and still, he can’t ignore the smell of your morning beverage of choice. All he can smell is your caf and the elaborator creamer you’d put in it. It smells like cocoa and star-cherries and caf and it’s all Hunter can smell. It’s giving him a damn headache.)

You’re beginning to wonder if that’s all his stupid -- albeit handsome -- face does. The scowl there digs in deep, and you have to try your hardest not to roll your eyes as you take another sip of your caf. 

He’d walked in here, hauled the helmet off, and you’d realized Cody was right when he said they didn’t look like the other clones you knew. They were all different -- higher cheekbones on Crosshair and a sharper profile on Hunter. Tech was small and boggly-eyed, while Wrecker towered over everyone in the room with his round ol’ dome.

They were nothing like the others from the 212th. 

Your lekku twitch, swatting a bit, as your attention moves from challenging Hunter’s glare back to the debrief at hand. 

Hunter, as he pries his eyes away from your cock-hipped posture, wonders how  in hell a civvie like you managed to land this job. He’d much rather have a reg flying him and his brothers around than a ex-criminal and her junkyard droid.

... He heaves an inward sigh. 

Maybe he’s being a dick. 

Cody trusts you. Hunter can at least try... 

... Right?

Hunter diverts his attention back to Cody’s words, ignoring the unsettling idea of being civil with you. “What’s the status of Yanibar’s alliance?”

“None,” Cody drops a hand to his hip, resting it on his holster, “Neutral -- but it lays between the Outer Rim and Unknown Regions. The inhabitants tend to be those running from things like the war. But, I’m sure the Separatists will have their eye on the space ports for GAR officials. It’ll be basic recon. You fly in under the radar, scope out the manufacturing lab on Yanibar, and get out.”

Cody pauses, takes in the affirmative nods of the room, then continues:

“And lucky for all of you -- that ship in the hangar has no Republic tags. You’re gonna be a ghost.”

“No Republic tags?” Hunter asks, dark brow lifting. 

“We’ll be off the books -- Seps will think we’re probably just smugglers,” you shrug, explaining as Tech hums quietly at the realization, “Knowing them, they won’t wanna start anything with locals. Especially if they’re break neutrality laws and mining a planet in the grey zone.”

“Exactly.”

You cop a smirk Cody’s way. “Now I know why you kept that bucket of bolts.”

“Repo’s have their uses,” the Commander shirks, “And civvie pilots, too.”

Now this is all starting to make sense. They wanted you to play the part -- and with any luck, the boys in the back cargo hold will go unnoticed as you carry on on Yanibar. 

D-M1 pipes up from her spot below the holo-map. “Zip plays a wonderful smuggler. Four varying counts of weapons, drug and wildlife trade have made her --”

“Alright, alright,” we swat at the droid’s bobbing head, “I swear, who ever programmed you should be shot.”

The droid makes a sound akin to a laugh. Cody snorts.

Hunter ignores the distrust settling under his skin. 

“Everyone got the plan?” Cody asks, looking around the command center. When he’s met with silence, he nods to dismiss the Bad Batch and their new pilot, “Alright. Head out. Comm in if there’s any trouble.”

“You got it, Commander.”

“Hunter?” Cody calls, “Zip?”

You both linger in the doorway. 

“Play nice, yea?” he grins, “And good luck.”

--   ↯   --

You realize, six hours later, as you hang yourself out of the landing ramp mid-flight, trying desperately to get a hold on Crosshair who’s trying to get a hold on Hunter, that Cody jinxed you.

He most definitely jinxed you.

--   ↯   --

The mission had started just fine, after all -- the ride was fast, the travel checkpoints passed with no trouble, and you’d entered Yanibar’s airspace on a pretty mild day. No questions were asked when you dropped the Havoc Marauder down fifteen klicks outside of the nearest space port. The boys off-loaded and headed for the manufacturing plant. 

The landscape gave enough cover as if it. 

Large, sweeping stone outcroppings punctured the dunes and climbed high towards the sky, casting long jagged shadows in the golden sand. Creatures moved with the shade, relaxing along the cooling surfaces as the suns moved high in the sky. 

Parked in a ravine and hidden from sight, you’d spent the first two hours monitoring the location of the Batch; every half hour, Tech would radio in giving an update on their location. By hour four, they were close. By hour five, the line had gone silent.

And you were starting to get nervous. 

Their geo-coordinates marked them about 30 klicks East -- in the estimated area of the manufacturing lab they were slotted to recon. 

By hour five and a half, the sun was disappearing. Slowly, with clouds shrouding the sky, but... the spaces between the brown clouds were turning a muddied color. You leaned, squinting over the dashboard with a confused look, before moving to the back of the ship and punching open the landing ramp. 

When you stepped into the hot, mid-day heat, you realized exactly what was happening. You kicked yourself for not realizing sooner.

D-M1′s the one that made a panicked sound. 

“We’ve got a problem!”

You were fast, bounding up the ramp and skidding inside as you slam the lock for the door on your way to the cockpit -- in a flash, you’d started up the engine and flicked alive the comms.

“Boys,” you yelped, pulling the headset on over your lekku, “We’ve gotta get a move on, now.” 

Hunter, elbows deep in a dune with his eyes plastered to a pair of specs, cursed. Your voice crackled from his helmet, resting between him and Crosshair, and Hunter was almost inclined to ignore it.

But, the sniper tapped his wrist without looking from his scope and spoke. 

“Go ahead, Zip.”

“Acid rain storm,” you blurted out, leaning as D-M1 points at the meteorological gauge in her little hands in a panic. The radar swept across the map once and showed the brewing storms, “About five klicks South of me.”

You knew acid rain storms. The planet you’d grown up on had them enough -- and even Coruscant had them. But, the color of these clouds...

Your father always used to say, the dirtier the cloud, the quicker the shroud. 

Y’know, like death shrouds? 

“-- Shit.”

Hunter was hoping that feeling in his gut was nothing. He should have listened to it.

“She couldn’t a’ told us sooner?” Hunter gritted out, pushing up from his elbows in a flash. Not entirely fair, but damn. This was not going according to plan. First the patrol droids and now --

A deep bellow of thunder rolled in the distance, then.

And now this. 

Crosshair inhaled sharply and proceeded to silently snap the attached scope from his rifle in one swift, practiced move. He’s not gettin’ in the middle of this.

“Unless you boys wanna melt your pretty armor,” came your voice, crackling alive in Hunter’s helmet as he pulled it over his head, “I’d say we hurry this little play date up --”

And that’s the precise moment Wrecker snapped one of three patrol droids over his thigh, much to Tech’s despair, and sent the entire op down the shitter. 

You found the squadron, then, pinned in a rain of blaster-fire, trading shots with the handful of B1′s -- their shots lit up the kicked up sand from the winds, beginning to howl as the dark brown clouds to the South began to loom over the once sunny dunes. 

“Bring it down low, Deemi!” you hollered, throwing your headset as you moved to the back of the ship, “Get ready to go when they’re loaded on!”

“Got it!”

You punched the ramp, pulling your green tinted goggles down over the slop of your nose as the door opened. Taking a braced step out, you were fast to spy the boys as the Havoc Marauder began to lower itself slowly. 

Then, a blaster bolt skimmed your head -- it leaves a charred sizzzzle against the matte black paint job of the repo’d ship.

You leaned back, tugging your pistol from you hip and firing a quick volley back at the droid who’d aimed for your head. After three shots, you nailed the B1 unit down, and turned your attention back to the Bad Batch. 

You’re about to wave Deemi down, to tell her to plant the ramp on a rising dune then, when an entire squadron’s worth of battle droids lumbered from the back entrance of the manufacturing plant and began laying down fire on you and the ship. 

“SWING IT AROUND!” Hunter screamed, waving you off.

Deemi listened, and you fell back through the door as the ship pulls away fast from the oncoming fire. Your back hit the navicomputer’s paneling hard as the ship banked left, and your breath flew from your lungs as you did, gritting your teeth tightly at the impact. 

You scrambled, quickly, to watch from the open side-ramp as the entirety of the plant came into view. 

It’s huge. 

A main control tower rises high in the sky, above the three conveyor bays that spark through the small slitted windows three stories up. The walls are encroached by dunes, and the desert threatens to swallow it up. 

As Deemi banked wide, you planted your boot on the doorway as you watched the firefight disappear around the edge of the massive building. 

And that’s when it started to rain.

You hissed loudly then, immediately drawing a hand back when a fat droplet of brownish water hits your skin. Cursing as you swiped away the acidic liquid, you scowled at the welt it left behind. 

And if the from the drop in temperature was any indication, it was about to pour.

“Deemi,” you screamed, “I’m gonna need you to speed it up!” 

You were fast to stagger back from the doorway, moving to haul the bottom of your flight suit up -- the sleeves, tied neatly over your belt, are yanked onto your arms and over the black compression top. You zipped the collar up tight and moved to the storage built into the bunk atop the navi-console.

“Come on, come on,” you muttered, digging around. You knew you saw a poncho somewhere and -- “Aha!”

It’s not much, but it at least covered your lekku. If anything it will keep the sensitive skin of the head-tails safe enough for a few minutes. You hauled the black, weatherproof poncho over your head and ignore the musty smell coming from it -- just in time, too, as Deemi had propelled the engines into a kick for the banking maneuver and the Bad Batch was in sight again. 

The moment you and Deemi get in range, the skies opened up. 

It starts raining so hard you could hardly see -- and the headlamps of the boys illuminated the muddied downpour a few feet ahead of them. Deemi bought the ship down low enough that the ramp connects with the tip of a dune, and you staggered a bit on the impact.

The ship’s lights cast bright cones of light into the acid rain storm, and Tech is the first one through the doors. You curse, ignoring the tingling sting of the rain splashing on your face, and call out to the others. 

“GET ON!” 

Wrecker is next, passing you and launching himself through the doors with a curse -- the droids have seemed to back off, leaving the squadron to book it as the acidity begins to gnaw at their armor. You can hear a commotion behind you, and assume it’s Tech snagging the gallon of filtered water stored under the refresher sink to dowse himself and the heavy artillery man. 

Next is Crosshairs, who you reached out to as he planted a boot on the edge of the ramp -- without warning and rather suddenly, the ship gave a terrible moan. Then, unceremoniously, the dune the ramp had been perched upon tumbled downwards into a slip of mud.

The landscape was melting, and so was your poncho.

In a panic, you grabbed Crosshair’s vambrace and barely managed to snag the ramp’s guard rail; in a flash, Crosshair had Hunter’s hand secured in his own. Good thing, too, since the Sergeant’s boots now hung thirty feet in the air where the tip of the towering dune used to be. 

And that’s where you find yourself now.

Cursing, you strain to readjust your grip on the railing as rain runs down your chin. It stings like a bitch -- but you can’t help but think the pull of your arm is a little worse. 

You curse sharply in Ryl, and scream Wrecker’s name so harshly the trooper’s heart nearly stops. His helmeted head whips around.

“DON’T JUST STAND THERE!” 

Your knuckles, beneath the thick flight gloves have gone from a warm peach to a pale yellow -- the strain there is only relieved when Wrecker finally moves to the other side of the ramp and grabs Crosshair’s upper arm; together you both haul the two troopers up onto the ramp as Deemi’s banks backwards -- a few moments too late -- and sends a pile of acid rain soaked bodies tumbling back into the belly of the ship. 

The droid closes the ramp as she banks away from the manufacturing plant.

You don’t even have time to celebrate the sheer survival of the stunt -- you’re instead stripping off the poncho that’s now got Republic credit sized holes eaten into it. You whip off your goggles, and curse again -- your flight suit is starting to sizzle and the acid on your face hurts and --

Suddenly, you take a whole bucket of water to the face and it all stops.

Tech, standing there clutching the now empty bucket, looks rather sheepish. 

Your shoulders immediately sag in relief, and the troopers behind you are the next victims of Tech’s hose-down. Deemi, from the front of the ship, asks if she should drop into hyperspace and the entire cabin gives a dejected chorus of yes at the same time. 

You wipe the neutral water, running over your nose and chin, from your face as you sit down in one of the chairs by the navicomputer. 

Hunter drops his hands to his waist, chest heaving as he tries to catch his breath, and opens his mouth to speak.

You, instead, cut him off with a single raised finger and a pointed look.

“You,” you snap, “Don’t get to say a word to me until my face is not swollen and Tech can confirm I don’t have acid rain poisoning. Understood?”

Hunter just snaps his mouth shut. You have welts down your cheeks from where your goggles met your skin. Your lekku, too, don the same blistered orange marks. Guilt suddenly washes over him, only for a second. He’d gotten off easy. The acid rain had only eaten through the first layer of his composite armor.

The whole cabin, suddenly incredibly uncomfortable, decides to go their separate ways. Hunter, though, doesn’t move. Instead, he watches as you stand and inspect the now shredded flight suit that hangs off of you. You move across the cabin quickly, not bothering to avoid him. 

You slam your shoulder into his and keep moving.

--   ↯   --

You don’t have acid rain poisoning.

Which is good, you guess.

But, the residuals still hurt -- bad. 

You throw yourself into the far-too-small ship refresher for a rinse off -- Wrecker was nice enough to insist you get to go first (“For savin’ our skins an’ all, Zippy!”) and you can’t help but snort at Tech’s face when you emerge in a clean flight suit. He looks worried.

You’ve got welts all over your face. 

“I think it’s a cute look,” you jab playfully, leaning to inspect your reflection in the polished chrome door, “Don’t you, Tech?”

“Looks painful.”

Crosshairs laughs. 

The welts on your lekku are. You’d had to smother the startled yelps with your hand when the hot water made contact. You hope the boys hadn’t heard.

(Hunter certainly had, and he wasn’t even in the lower level of the ship. He was up top, ignoring the dull ache in his arm and pretending he didn’t need to rinse off. It had sparked a little worry in him, though, and he’d casually muscled his helmet on to do some digging on the holo-net about potential complications from injured lekku. The results were... not ideal.)

You massage the point on the back of your neck where your headwrap normally clasps together, keeping the animated little appendages under control and out of the way. You’ve forgone it now, and Crosshair watches as you sigh quietly as you rub the tension point. 

You look different without it. A bit softer.

“It doesn’t feel great, but,” you shrug, shoulders a bit more relaxed than before, “I’ll be fine. Definitely the worst acid bath I’ve had in a while.”

“You’ve been caught in those storms before?” Tech asks, surprised. He’s placing his helmet down, stripping his armor as he speaks. 

“I grew up in the South Tann Province,” you explain, “The jetstreams would carry polluted air through during the summer months, and sometimes the rain would be bad -- tarkona taka, my dad used to call it. But, that, back on Yanibar? That was worse than anything I’d ever experienced when I was a little girl.”

“Tarkona taka,” Tech sounds out, “What does it mean?”

“Brown weather -- or, storm, actually,” you grin, “Tak is brown, and tarkona is storm.”

“Yeah, well,” Wrecker supplies, muscling around through the barely stocked fridge in the far corners of the meager living quarters. Behind the microscopic kitchenette lay a hall of four bunks. Wrecker closes the door looking dejected, “I can’t wait to be back on Coruscant. No brown rain there.”

“On the lower levels there is!” you call out, spurring Wrecker’s shoulders to sag.

You move towards the ladder, planting a boot on the bottom rung when Crosshair’s calls out.

“Careful, Zip.”

“He still pissy?” you ask, loud enough that you know Hunter can hear, “Shame.”

The three members of the Bad Batch snort quietly as you move up the ladder anyway.

They like you.

And Hunter, still, doesn’t. 

#bad batch imagine #tcw imagine #hunter x reader #clone trooper hunter x reader #sergeant hunter x reader #star wars imagine #starjockey & co #hehehehehHHEHEHEHEHEH

[kanene-yaaay]

No Moving

Kanene’s note: One year ago I threw a surprise party (very small and cozy) in my house and, after some hours, one of mah friends suggested we played some old games from our childhood and I remember my first thought was “Hey, no. We’re not children anymore.” but I said nothing because that sounded a lot like what society would want me to say. We played. And that was one of the best days I’ve ever had. Good enough to give me inspiration for this fanfic. With a lot of chaos and dorky sides and chaos and tickles!!! So I'm giving this to myself as a gift, because, ya know... S e r o t o n i n! Soooo, the lesson? Idk. Be feral, do chaos, play and f**k the society, I guess. Happy day for us all!!! :DD

Warnings, fun facts, random things and stuff:

* This characters don’t belongs to me! They all belong to Thomas Sanders and his series Sanders Sides!

* This is a SFW tickle fanfic, so, if you don’t appreciate this kind of content, please, look for another blog. There are a plenty of fabulous arts in this site!!  ^w^)b

* This is Ler!Roman and Ler!Virgil with Lee!Logan and Lee!Patton. Around 3.700 words.

* Sorry for any spelling, pontuation and grammar mistakes! Any and every advice is very very welcome! \(-w-)/

* Eu vou traduzir ainda ;w;. Thank you so so so much for being with me through all this crazy and difficult year. It’s been a bless to have all of you in my notes, my askys, and my notifications! Take care of yourself, lollipop, you deserve. <33

[~*~]

It was a sunny day. The heat from the biggest star of our solar system being placated by a relaxing wind incessantly throwing the napkins from the so careful, yet messy – as if this wasn’t a tradition the quartet repeated affectionately every single year – decorated table. The friends positioned themselves around it. The surprise party’s rush being already over after all their screaming, singing, eating and bickering, leaving the four to lazily chat or stare the breeze carrying lonely flowers around Virgil’s – the one who offered his house as a sacrifice to the chaos - yard, making them float in the air for some seconds before forgetting them on the dirt again.

Virgil snored softly from the spot he conquered on the tabletop, taking a peaceful nap. Patton was saying, in the fastest pattern he could muster, all the dad jokes his brain managed to think only to see how much time Logan would continue to give him the silent treatment before finally – and figuratively, the owner of the only brain cell of their group would say if he heard this narrative, - exploded and Roman? 

Well, Roman was bored.

“I HAVE AN IDEA!!”

Then he slammed his hands on the top of the wooden object, successfully scaring Virgil out of it and of his sleeping – leading the poor adult to fall. Not before kicking a cup in Roman’s direction, his moves being weakened enough by his fogged brain so he missed it and hit Roman’s carefully manicured hands, instead, – at the same Patton, by reflex, slapped the two poor persons who had the bad luck of sitting next to him. He gathered the perfect timing to interrupt Logan’s scared jump by his confused ‘Why did- why- Why did you hit ME?’ sputtering.

“Ow.” The one in red shirt held protectively his arm and hand next to his chest, protesting with his usual offended noises as analyzed the light red spots on them and purposely ignored the ‘What the FUCK, Princey??’ shouted by the host. “Ow. O-w. Are you guys seriously going to hit me every time I try to make your poor lifes better, your barbarians? You know what? I am offended. Your peasants. I am going to get my dear Amanda the katana and then I am- I am out.” 

Logan deadpanned in his direction, lifting one of his eyebrows in his disbelief expression as the other didn’t give a single step to the exit. He did his best to maintain the façade as Patton fuzzed over him, hugging and apologizing and hugging and softly petting his head and offering cake before gasping and turning around to fuzz now over Roman. “… Okay. I am taking Patton with me.”

“Over my dead, haunted body.” Virgil quickly proclaimed before his tune got slurred, very much likely still sleepy. “I saw…” He balanced his hands in front of him, eyes wide and hair spiked, very much reminding of a scared cat. “I saw the angel of death, in all his tall dark, cold aura. In front of me. He was right before me, full of-” He moved his hands more, as if that compensated for his lack of words. “Emo.”

“…Thanatos?” Logan pointed.

“Yeah, yeah. That guy.” Virgil came back to his initial position laying down on the cold surface, yawing. “Totally emo.”

“Actually, when he was created-”

“Excuse me. Focus, focus!” The one who initiated the commotion snapped his fingers until all the eyes were fixated on him, glares traveling from interested to unimpressed. “My brilliant idea? That will light up this party and hearts? Drum the drums!” Silence. He turned to Patton, who was staring at a cute butterfly mindless flying around. “Patton! The drums!” The one wearing black rims seemed to come back to reality, drumming his fingers on the table. “Very well!” Roman spun, extending the suspense. Logan came back to scrolling on his phone, Virgil getting closer to take a look, both hiding a smirk when heard the pout in Roman’s tune. “You’re all jerks and boring. Let’s play S.T.O.P!”

That caught their attention.

“Roman, you are…” Logan talked slowly, as if trying to make his words as clear as possible, “aware that we’re adults now, right?”

“Aw, come on, guys!” Patton jolted upright. “Sounds fun! And I think Virgil’s yard is bigger enough to make it even better than when we played in middle school!”

“Exactly! And it was one of your favorites games when you were younger, remember, Specs? I think it’s a good way to celebrate that special date which is your birthday!” Logan scoffed at that, albeit his mind was somewhere else. 

Roman wasn’t wrong, he really used to love this game, especially because he was good at it. His love for sports was often ignored by most of his classmates because of his good grades – Logan never understood why one thing would exclude other – therefore he was constantly forgotten in the team or even underestimated. Two things extremely crucial in a game like this. Roman noticed his contemplating face. “I mean, except you are afraid of losing. Again.” 

“I did not lose! Kyle fell on me and he was the only one supposed to be out and not both of us and you. Know. It!”

“No, no, no! Claire said you were the one who tripped on your way and then YOU fell on Kyle-”

“That is nonsense! If Claire had stopped just one second her Dance of Victory, she would be able to see that, by the angle we both were on the ground there was no way I would be able to-”

“Oh, plu-e-ase. You are just a sore los-”

“What is this game?” Virgil questioned Patton, both letting the bickering fall on the background, who smiled widely, his gaze unfocusing a bit, probably watching some old memories of his childhood.

“It is a very simple but fun game!! One person stays next to a wall and, oh! We call him the Looker by the way! Or even some large thing and the others players stay the most away from him as possible. The person next to the wall has to count until a certain number of his choice and while he is counting everyone is free to wander around the place until he turns around, then every player has to freeze on the same spot and position they were. If you move and the Looker catches you, you’re out. You win if you touch the wall where he was. You can do everything you want as long the Looker is not staring at you.

“There was that one kid who managed to win the game by climbing a tree until he was close enough to jump from it and run to the wall before the Looker shouted he was out.” The one wearing two party hats as ‘cat hears’ stopped to breath. “Ah! Ah! Also! If you’re out you can choose to just watch the game or become the Looker’s partner and try to help him. Roman and Logan used to be the worst ever when together.” He giggled, sounding a bit hysteric.

“Hm. I think they used to call this ‘10 Seconds’ in my school, since you could count only further than 10 seconds.” Virgil then frowned. “Wait, why were they the worst?”

“Uhh, so, you see, the Lookers can use some… attics to try to make you move. Logan and Roman usually choose to-”

“I do NOT wish to participate.” Logan stated, crossing his arms stubbornly. Roman sighed. 

“Well, you do you.” Roman then traveled his glare to the others two. “Are you guys coming? I’m the Looker.”

“I’m in!!” Patton excitedly got up, joggling his way to the yard, casting a slightly worried look at Logan, who was adjusting his chair in order to have a better view of the game. Virgil shrugged, taking off his hoodie and following them, quickly throwing a ‘You ok?’ as he passed next to the most professional of the group.

“Yes.” He deeply breathed, sounding calmer. “Yes, I am.” And then give him a bite of a smile. 

Roman positioned himself before the colorful three foot tall concrete tunnel forgotten there by the last owner, barely catching with the corner of his field view his two friends whispering something to each other, the one wearing two party hats snickering behind his hand, bouncing as also choose a good position far away from him, who tried to not think much about what he just presented. A suspicious feeling crawled the back of his neck.

“Go.” Logan pronounced. 

“Oneeeee, twooo, three, fourfivesixseveneight,” Roman turned away from them, counting in a tune just above a whisper. Patton and Virgil exchanged glances.

When he got at twenty, he turned. 

Only to find Virgil laid on the grass, his arm extended to point something in the sky, Patton crouched by his side, his face firm in a puzzled expression staring in the same direction, hand above his eyes to block the Sun. Roman frowned in confusion, the curiosity tickling the back of his brain until he succumbed to it, also looking at the sky to - surprise, surprise! – find absolutely nothing!

By the time he stared at them again Patton now was in front of Virgil, both making what seemed like a very horrible parody of The Creation of Adam painting. Roman got closer, managing to clearly see the smug smile on Virgil’s face and Patton wobbly lips, very much likely holding laughter. He crossed his arms, staying stubbornly for some seconds before giving up, seeing that none of them moved a single millimeter. 

“You two are so funny.” Roman rolled his eyes, sarcasm dropping from each word. Logan snorted.

This time the Looker counted at only fifteen seconds.

This time Patton was in Virgil’s arms when he turned, one leg suspended dramatically in the air. The third time Roman growled loudly as Virgil was on one knee, pretending to propose to Patton who was frozen in the middle of his faint. In the fourth he didn’t even have the chance to turn before two hands tased his sides, making his knees buckle but being held in the same place when a pair of arms that hugged him from behind, capturing the poor adult in a flow of high-pitched squeaks and surprised laughter at each squeeze and spidering deposited just above his hips. 

Some minutes later soft snorts followed him to the ground when he was finally freed, flames running on his face and his arms firmly pressed at his sides, the ghost tickles leading to a sea of giggles dancing in the air.

“Enough.” Logan cut the moment, all the eyes on him when he got up, stretching and loosening his party tie. The Looker recomposed himself in order to sneak pokes and squeezes on the other two, who quickly dashed their way back to the yard. “You both clearly aren’t taking this seriously enough.” A dangerous gleam took over his eyes, staring intently to Roman, who instantly got the same kind of shine in his own glare, nodding in his direction. Both too much preoccupied to notice Virgil and Patton silently high fiving in the distance.

The game started again, now a very different electricity dancing in the air. Logan sensed an old feeling of nostalgia resting on his back as he analyzed the place and his opponents as things went by. Roman turned for at least three times – the perfect number for things to get really interesting, - before he decided to finally move from his place.

Silent steps, he went right to Patton. Logan breathed in relief, taking the opportunity to adjust his strategic position half behind the tree. Patton kept a pattern of switching from moving too fast in a round and then barely taking a step in the other, however, as Roman stopped before him, and for the way he soundless snickered as The Looker changed his target to Virgil, his weakness was still holding his laughter when stared for long periods of time.

Virgil was sitting on the grass. Again. A very good tactic when you tend to fidget or tremble a lot. He would stay in the same position for some rounds until in an explosion of energy dash forward when Roman wasn’t paying attention. The Looker crouched in front of him, his index finger pointing and almost touching his nose.

“You. I don’t trust you.”

And then there was Logan.

“You,” Roman stared in distance – not because of fear pffff of course not - Logan’s form half hidden by the foliage and trunk of the medium tree, his glass making his eyes gleam in a light even more enhanced due the shadow provided by the plant, the rest of his face being partially hidden because of his bangs falling on his features. “are fucking creepy. Stop.”

In the next round Patton gave everyone a heart attack when he screamed since he didn’t heard/saw Logan approaching his spot. Two more rounds. Virgil sneezed and lost his balance in a not very ideal mid-run position. Out.

“Oh, thank gracious, great goodness!! Come here, Knight Mare!! I have an idea!!” Virgil barely had time to stop swearing for losing before being recruited by Roman, who immediately began to whisper in his ear.

 “What do you think they’re talking about?” Patton asked, both being close enough for the question doesn’t need to be spoken above a murmur.

“Not a good thing for us both, I am sure.” In that moment The Lookers turned and a cold shiver ran Logan who, for the way Patton trembled, wasn’t the only one. Adrenaline started pulsing on his veins when they approached, although the birthday person had no idea of why. His old memories too much buried under newer ones for him to catch them.

“Nooohoho.” The cat lover whined and the fact Roman clearly saw that but did nothing to point it, his only reaction being to expand his grin, worsened Logan fears, a ray of recognition finally shining on his mind. That should be how karma feels.

“Look at you both, just standing right there, not being allowed to move an only single inch. What a sad fate, don’t you think, Princey?”

“Oh, absolutely, emo. A horrible, wondrous thing, indeed. But you know what that would be perfect for?” Roman now was just a few centimeters away, the infinitesimal distance being cut when he inclined forward, his breath tickling Patton’s – Poor Patton – ear. “Revenge. You know, Pattycake, Hot Topic here told me the previous attack on my amazing person was your idea. And now that I stop to think, what a wonderful idea, don’t you think, Pat-pat?”

Virgil pulled lightly Roman’s shoulder, sensing the other about to crack but yet having too much fun to end this all so early. “But not now. No touching, right?”

“Oh, right, right. Of course, no touching!” He wiggled his fingers, barely away from the poor target’s ribs, his cheeks already beginning to get pink from blush. “No touching, no touching, no touching, but, most important than anything else: no. moving.”

“Oh, yeah.” Virgil took the opportunity to walk around, stopping right behind Patton, who firmly closed his eyes, the smile he carried getting bigger. “Because the exact, very moment when you can’t take the teases anymore so you break and move?” He tsked. “Then all your protection will be over and you will be all helpless and vulnerable for us to tickle,” He almost purred the words, in the slowest way possible. “tickle, tickle, tickle for hours and hours. Can you imagine that, Popstar? Our fingers prodding and squeezing and tickling every single ticklish spot they find?”

“Ohoho.” Roman evil laughed. “Tickle spots? My Dear Imbalanced Romance, our pipsqueak here doesn’t have any tickle spots. He IS a tickle spot. Ah! I can almost hear his hysteric high-pitched squeaks and giggles! Such an adorable, beautiful, cute melody to my ears. Actually, I don’t know if I will ever be able to stop, Virgil. It’s just all too beautiful and intoxicating, you know?”

“Mm hm,” The other seemed to stop to think. Patton felt like he was going to melt at any moment. “Well, we could always just keep going forever.”

“Of course!” Roman again ignored the slight trembling of the cat lover’s chest, probably due all the giggles trapped there. “Don’t you think it will be wonderful and oh, so, so fun, cutiepants? Receiving all the tickles and nuzzles and raspberries and tickle hugs and tickly butterfly kisses forever and ever and ever? ~” He sing-song the last part.

“But,” Logan almost jumped in the same place, not even realizing how much keyed up he was before Virgil’s breath attacked the back of his defenseless neck. Suddenly all his nerves were hype-aware that he couldn’t turn around or run or even rub away the tingles. Goosebumps ran freely across his spine. “Let’s not forget about our so sensitive nerd here too, right?”

“Sure. Sensitive.” If he didn’t know Roman for all these years, Logan would almost swear he was the Cheshire cat, his smirk almost blocking Patton who hugged himself behind him, giggling quietly. “Because the serious, smart, professional Logan would never be ticklish, right? That is such a childish thing and he definitely, definitely outgrow it for now.”

“Yup. I am sure that, if we slowly and thoroughly spider our fingers all the way up from his sides to his armpits, being sure to give each and every rib a special attention since we don’t want to let anyone feeling left out, there will be no reaction.”

“Absolutely! No reaction at all! Not even if we squeeze the hollows of his hips, or scribble on his already quivering tummy, or massage his shoulder blades or lightly, almost not touching, scratch his armpits… It will be all in vain since our birthday boy is not ticklish.”

“Which means: No wheezy, frantic laughter.”

“Or sputtering among his squeals.” 

“Or cute snorts. Don’t forget the snorts.”

“And what about when the snorts get mixed with his belly laughter?”

“Ohh, that is some good shit you have there.”

Logan was dying. He was fucking dying and the only thin line keeping him alive was his stubborn nature. He could already feel his barrier cracking and crumbling right before him. He took a deep breath and opened his eyes, only to find both Lookers walking away back to the tunnels, not taking long before starting to count, this time out loud. The one with the, now freaking out, braincell began to snap his fingers non stop, trying to get away some of the built excited energy, some titters escaping from his lips during his happy stimming.

Roman and Virgil looked at each other and then the adorable scene right in front of them, deciding to have mercy and wait patiently for Logan and Patton – who yet didn’t stop giggling and hugging himself – to calm down.

(…)

One. Move.

And in the next second, they both were tackled on the ground.

“No, no, no!!! No!!” Patton was already giggling, trying to run from Roman’s firm hug, attacking with squeezes and scribbles in every spot he succeeded to research on the Looker as he also tried to escape from his friends’ hands attempting to hold him in the same place. “Wait, wait!” He cried, barely catching a glimpse of Logan’s trashing before an idea popped in his mind. “If we all gang up on Logan, I will tell about his secret tickle spot!!”

“Patton!!” Logan’s protest came out difficulty between his tight grin due his constant effort in trying to buckle Virgil from him, both struggling to immobilize the other and playfully rolling in the grass. “Don’t you fucking dare.”

“Pffft.” Roman said, a happy cry following his sentence when he finally managed to hold one of Patton’s hands, intertwining their fingers so the cat lover wouldn’t try to pry it away. “Nonsense, I know his tickle spots.”  

“Not all of them. ~”

“Patton, I am to going not figuratively end you. Get OFF, Virgil-”

“In your dreams.” He crackled. “Also, Patton, I’m listening.”

“Virgil! Don’t align with the enemy! And, of course I know all of them!”

“Even the one…”

“Patton, no! Stop!” Roman even if concentrated in tickling Patton’s knee so he could sit on his legs, got the slight tremble in Logan's voice, his curiosity one more time starting to take over his brain.

“Sorrey, sorrey, Lo! You know I love you but-”

“Patton, please.” Logan almost smiled as he fought his way to hug and trap Virgil from behind, but losing his balance as the other quickly turned and delivered a raspberry on his neck and quick squeezes on his left thigh. “dON’T!! I-I am going to bakeEEK - Fuck! - you a whole batch of cookies if you don’t tell them!”

Roman caught in the offer, his curiosity immediately perking up, answering in a bat:

“I’m going to tickle you both to pieces if you don’t tell us now.”

“Sorrey, Logan,” Patton tried to sound apologetic, but his excited smile made this task more difficult. “it’s you or me.”

“I’m going to tell them about your calves!” Logan threatened at the same time Patton said “It’s his lower back!”

“TRAITOR!” Both also shouted in synchrony. In a blink of eye Roman let Patton go and helped Virgil to make the most serious one of the group lay down on his stomach.

“I despise you all.” The aforementioned pronounced.

“Aww. Come on.” Virgil lowered, searching the other’s eyes, grinning. “Aren’t you enjoying the view?”

“400.000 years of evolution for humanity to become this. You all should be ashamed of yourselves.”

“You know, talking like this makes me think you don’t want us to give you your so dearly craved birthday tickles, Pocket Protector!”

The three of them stared at the other, looking carefully for any slight indication that Logan was truly uncomfortable with the situation, receiving as response only a scoff, the blush painting his face as a whispered mumble flew from his mouth.

“You’re so cute!” Patton squealed, giving a light tickly kiss on the back of his neck, leading the attacked to suppress a small giggle which progressively got louder as the cat lover tickled his armpits, Roman and Virgil seeing unfazed by Logan’s squirming. “Okay, okay. You have to tickle his lower back but starting with reeeeeally slow scratches at his sides before speeding it to the fastest scribbling you can muster as you move to his spine!”

Logan hid his hot face behind his hands, the yelps and snorts already escaping between his fingers. He was, objectively, going to love every single second of this.

#Ler!Roman #Ler!Virgil #Lee!Logan #Lee!Patton #brief Lee!Roman & Ler!Virgil/Patton #Teases #Teasy cute nicknames #playful tickles #Sanders Sides tickles #Happy stimming #Sanders Sides tickling #tickle fic #Logan playing is inspirated in one friend of mine who is adorable until he starts to play then he becomes a fucking thing #out of a fucking horror movie #If he got too much close of me I would scream and I'm not kidding. He was terrifying and he loved this xD #Ohhh so that is how writing a self indulgent fic feels like- #My first plan was to make a LAMP series with all their birthdays but life said 'no' and then I just worked with what I had and #being pretty honest??? I am so so so much proud of it. #Especially looking at my first tickle fic ever which I wrote around this same time last year #Btw when I used to play this at school light tickles and teases were allowed xDDD #EXTREMELY RARE but allowed xDD #Self care is writing ur self idulgent fic while listenning your fav nostalgic playlist