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RealAgeAU Drabble - The Twins

You guys ready?! I don't think you are :3 @spotaus

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Are you guys ready? For this drabble of 5000 words? <3

Get cozy. Because we are finally here <3 The long awaited meeting.

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Nightmare rubs his arm as he glances at his dads. None of them look happy about what is about to happen.

Dust notices him looking and relaxes his face “You ready?”

Nightmare frowns as he rubs his arm again. Checking his own outfit again. He is wearing his favourite pants. They are wide and have nice ribbons on the side and they are a soft pastel pink. It goes nicely with his bat hoody.

Nightmare shrugs before walking towards Dust’s side and relaxes a bit when he feels himself be picked up. Dust nuzzles the side of his skull “Ready?”

Nightmare feels a lot less sure and mutters “What if this is a bad idea?” He has no idea how Dream will react to him. What if this is a bad idea? What if Dream just looks at him and walks away? What if… what if nothing is different? What is Dream still hates him? Still attacks him? Even after everything?

Sure Dream now knew that Nightmare did what he had to do to fix the balance. But Nightmare doesn’t know if Dream even knows why Nightmare attacked the villagers. They fought so often and he never wanted to listen… Nightmare still isn’t sure if Dream will listen to him.

Sure… Dream knows the balance thing now. But that is probably just because some other god told him. Maybe Error and Ink… Not Nightmare… Dream didn’t listen to him and never wanted to listen to him. What would change now?

What if Dream only likes him now because he is small again? Now that he isn’t the… the evil that took his brother anymore? Would Dream even accept that past as a part of him? Would Dream just always hate a side of Nightmare?

Could Nightmare deal with that? Could he accept Dream hating a part of him just to have some love from his brother? Finally after so much time?

Dust pokes his cheek and Nightmare sees the worried look on his face “Nightlight?” and he gentle rubs away a tear from his cheek.

Oh.

Nightmare is quick to rub the other tears away and mutters “What if Dream still hates me?”

Dust frowns and rubs his skull before pulling the hood on “Then… he is an idiot.” Nightmare blinks and stares at Dust. Dust grins back “You are our tiny adorable babybones. Maybe I am biased but I am unsure how anyone could ever hate you.” and he gets another nuzzle.

Killer grins and gives him his own nuzzle “Oh we are very biased. Our little boss is perfect and can do no wrong.” Nightmare feels himself get embarrassed as he looks away.

Cross sighs as he pulls Killer back “Kills, you will get more goop on him and he just had his bath.” Cross carefully checks his face before nodding.

Killer wiggles his eyebrows at Cross “Bet you don’t mind getting some goop on your face.”

Cross looks very unimpressed at Killer before grabbing his hand and giving Killer a half bow as Cross kisses his knuckles. Cross looks up and winks at Killer “Maybe later when we are alone. If you behave.” Killer sputters and glows bright red.

Dust rolls his eyes “Not in front of Nightmare.” and he gets another nuzzle which Nightmare happily leans into.

Horror returns to their side and checks his outfit before nodding “Should be warm enough.”

Killer sighs “It is still warm out…”

Horror hums “Better be safe.”

“Mh. If you four were planning on being safe you wouldn’t even be meeting with Dream and Blue with him to begin with.”

Nightmare looks up excited “Error!”

Error has appeared in their kitchen and shoots him a tiny grin before glaring at the others “It is an unnecessary risk.” He crosses his arms.

Cross frowns “It is actually necessary. If we don’t do this meeting on our terms in another universe it is a matter of time before we are found here.”

Nightmare doesn’t like that. It would mean hiding all over again. He pushes close to Dust “I don’t want to move.”

Dust hums softly and nuzzles him “I know. We don’t want to move either.”

Nightmare nods and looks at his hands “Is this a bad idea?” He knows it is.

Dust hums “Not precisely… we are just worried.” He nuzzles him again “We don’t want to risk you. In any way.”

Nightmare sneaks a look but Dust looks honest. Dust keeps looking at him “Do you still want to do this?”. Nightmare just stares at Dust but Dust looks serious “I mean it. If you changed your mind and don’t want to do this. We will blow this whole thing off.”

Nightmare frowns and looks to the side “Won’t that cause trouble?”

Dust shrugs “Maybe but we can fix that.”

Error nods “I am already working on relocating this universe to other coordinates. Meaning you will soon be hidden again.”

Dust nods and nuzzles him “Nothing has to change. We don’t have to go. You don’t own them anything.” He just looks at him “You have already had to do too much Nightmare. It is fine to just put yourself first.”

Nightmare frowns as he thinks it over before looking back at Dust “I want to see him.” because even if he is afraid. Even if he knows Dream will just hate him. Even if he knows this will just hurt him. He wants to see Dream. He needs to know for sure. Know for sure where they stand.

Dust nods and looks at the others. Nightmare can see that Killer and Cross clearly are not happy. Horror looks worried and rubs his skull “If you want to leave. We leave. No questions asked.” Nightmare smiles and leans into the touch.

Horror smiles at him before shooting Killer, Cross and Error a look “We are going.” Cross grumbles unhappily but gets his knife ready to open the portal.

They walk through and into a forest. It is still warm out with only a light breeze. The leaves are all a beautiful range of yellows, oranges and reds and Nightmare just stares in awe. It is so pretty out here.

Cross and Killer quickly check the area before nodding. Horror looks at them amused “We are still ten minutes away from the meeting spot. Lets go.” he shoots Error a look “You coming?”

Error considers and shoots him a look before speaking “I will keep an eye out. In case stuff goes south I will quickly move you to another universe. Any preference as backup?”

Nightmare speaks without thinking “Ccino’s.”

Error needs a moment as he types before nodding “Easy enough. If anything goes wrong I will send you there. In the meantime I will work on the relocation.” And he steps into a glitchy portal and he is gone.

Sigh. Error is so cool. Nightmare will figure out how to hold his hand one of these days!

Horror joins Dust’s side and mumbles softly “Do you want any of us to hold him?”

Dust frowns as he looks at him for a long time. Clearly not wanting to let go of him. Before he sighs and looks at Cross “Cross? Can you hold him and stay out of sight?”

Cross smiles brightly and nods as he is by his side within seconds “I will make sure they can’t see him until you give me the signal.” Cross’s hold is different from Dust. Dust’s hold is always tight and so close. Cross’s hold is more gentle but still steady. Unmoving in the way he holds him.

Nightmare hums and leans against Cross.

Cross takes a deep breath and nothing seems to happen but Killer gives him the thumbs up “Invisible to see.” Dust looks less happy and shifts his sight around clearly searching.

Cross must see it too because he takes Dust’s hand and helps him find Nightmare’s. Dust immediately relaxes. Cross smiles brightly as he speaks cheerfully “At least with the walk we can do it like this.”

Dust looks thankful and mutters that he is.

They start walking and Nightmare enjoys the soft sunlight and warmth around him. He lets himself relax as he feels Cross’s soul nearby. Safe and sound.

They enter a clearance and Nightmare looks up only to freeze. That are Dream and Blue. He feels himself sink closer to Cross and Cross pulls him closer as well. Dust has sadly removed his hand but Nightmare is still close to one of his dads and that is enough.

Dream looks up eagerly and looks between those there. Then he frowns.

Blue frowns as well “Euh… where is Nightmare?”

Killer grins as he holds up a knife “Just making sure we got some ground rules first.”

Dream frowns as he gets up himself “We already discussed those. No one will learn of this meeting. This stays between us all. No aggression and no making any move to remove Nightmare from you.”

Nightmare just keeps leaning against Cross. Waiting.

Killer nods along “Yes exactly. Those are the rules we settled on. But you know. You never said what you would gain from speaking to Nightmare.” he grins and waits.

Dream blinks and looks down. Messing with his shirt “I just… I want to see him… say I am sorry…” he looks desperate “You want me to beg?! Because I will! Just… Tell me what you want!”

Killer looks at Dust and Dust shrugs. Horror turns slightly and nods into their general direction.

Cross nuzzles his skull and slowly becomes visible. Much to the obvious shock of Blue and Dream.

Dream looks confused at them and mutters “Why take your child along?” as he keeps looking around hopefully. Blue however stares at him and Nightmare stares back. Nightmare can see when it clicks for Blue.

Blue takes a sharp breath and takes a few steps back “Nightmare?”

Dream looks at Blue and sees where he is staring. And he stares at Nightmare. Nightmare can see that it just takes one look for Dream to realise who he is. Dream takes a sharp breath and is already four steps closer before he even mutters his name “Nighty?”

Killer stands between them and has his knife aimed at Dream’s throat “Don’t.”

Dust has his own blaster out and aimed at them and Horror just stands between them and the stars.

Blue holds up his hands “Okay… let’s calm down…” he pulls on Dream’s shoulder and makes him take a few steps back. Dream however just keeps staring at him “Easy Dream… Easy… deep breaths. Just take a moment.”

Dream however is shaking as he keeps staring at him. He glances at Nightmare’s dads between staring “How… How is he… Why is he? What did you four do?!”

Killer sputters and glares “We didn’t do shit-” Dust immediately hits his skull.

“Language.”

Killer grumbles but nods “Yeah yeah I know. Nightmare don’t copy that.”

Nightmare rolls his eyes but leans against Cross more as Cross snickers into his shoulder.

Killer rubs his own shoulder as he speaks “Again. We didn’t do anything. All we know is. That one day his apple and god related magic disappeared. And what was left was Nightmare in his full glory.” Killer stops and grins “Well. His true form at least.” He grins a Dream and the grin turned sharper “After all… The apple thing happened when he was six… You had time to grow up once you exited the stone didn’t you? When exactly was Nightmare supposed to grow up?”

Dream is breathing shallowly as he takes it in. His eyelights small and staring at him. Nightmare can’t look away.

Blue is the one who speaks “You mean… the whole time… Nightmare was actually…”

Dust speaks calmly “Six? Pretty much.”

Blue just stares ahead and laughs as he rubs his forehead “A six year old managed to outsmart most of the other gods and stay out of trouble for almost 500 years… what the hell.”

Dust and Killer both freeze and Nightmare huffs as he crosses his arms “Not exactly… I had more like… thinking space and stuff… I was better able to handle the magic and powers in that form…” he leans more against Cross “Not anymore.”

Cross coos and nuzzles him “Our little baby.”

Blue gives a slow nod, huh he is holding Dream’s hand and squeezing his hand to reassure him? Blue smiles “And now… the apple magic is gone?”

As soon as he says it Cross pulls him closer and takes three steps back. Dream makes a pained noise as he reaches for him “please… please don’t go…”

Everyone is still. Dream takes a shaking step closer “Nighty? Please… I am sorry. I am so sorry. I am sorry I didn’t listen to you. I am sorry I didn’t hear you out before… When I first joined the multiverse. It was stupid of me to believe the words of those I just met over you. It was stupid of me to not even hear you out and I am sorry. I swear. I swear I have been working on fixing it. I made sure everyone knows it was my fault and that you helped them.”

Dream takes another step closer and Nightmare can hear all four of his dads growl at him.

Dream just continues talking “I am sorry… For way back too… I should have.. I should have stayed with you with the tree… I found a copy of our story… I know now… I swear. I swear I didn’t know. If I had known what they did I wouldn’t have left you! I swear!” he smiles.

Nightmare doesn’t know what to do. What to feel. It is… isn’t this what he wanted? Dream sees he is wrong. Dream is saying he would have been there for him if he had known… Then why does he still doubt it?

Nightmare frowns as he looks away from Dream and leans more against Cross again and speaks “You are just saying that because I am like this again…” there!

Dream shakes his skull “No! I swear it isn’t! I wanted to talk to you for this reason. To apologise!” he takes another few steps closer and Horror remains as a living wall between him and Cross and Nightmare. Dream stares desperate “I swear. I swear on my soul that I didn’t know and I was planning on saying all of this already.” He looks back at Blue.

Blue sees it and nods “It is true! He has been trying to find you for a year now. Well longer even! As soon as we found the storybook in Dreamtale. He has been wanting to talk to you. Before we even figured out the balance business! I swear and I promise this is the truth.”

Nightmare frowns as he stares at them both. Blue is a rather honest person… He looks at his dads for reference.

Cross sees him look and pulls him close as he mutters softly “I think he is being honest…” Cross did spend the most time with the Stars before he joined Nightmare…

He looks at Horror and Horror still seems calm. The fact Horror doesn’t have his weapon out yet says a lot about what he thinks about the situation. Killer and Dust still look unhappy but both of them are always unhappy when it comes to anyone being near him.

Dream rubs his hands and looks at them begging “Can I… Maybe… It would be amazing… And I get if you don’t want to but.” He takes a deep breath “Nighty… can I please hug you?”

Cross freezes and takes four steps back. A blink and a loud distressed noise leaves Dream as he looks around searching. Oh… Cross made them both invisible.

Dust growls as he stalks towards Dream. Lightning and electricity crackling loudly “You have some fucking nerve. After all the pain and problems you caused.”

Blue looks shocked as he mutters “Acolytes…”

Nightmare frowned. He isn’t sure what Blue means. They are just them…

Horror looks very unimpressed as Killer just laughs loudly “Really?! Still trying to steal him?! Like this?! You don’t even try to make it subtle.” And he shakes his skull.

Dream looks desperate “I am not trying to steal him! I just want to hug my twin!” he holds himself as tears leak from his optics “I miss him… I have missed him so much. All because I was too dumb and too blind to look at the facts. I just want to hold him. Hug him…” he looks at them begging “Just once. Please. Just… just tell me what you want!”

Killer huffs and looks unimpressed but Dust lets the electricity slowly shimmer down again.

Nightmare frowns before looking at Cross. Cross sees him look and looks panicked “You don’t need to.”

Nightmare rubs his arm and mutters softly “I want to.” Silence around them and yeah Nightmare figured everyone would hear.

Cross looks deeply unhappy but sighs before bringing their skulls together. Then he slowly walks over to Dream and Blue as Dream just looks so damn hopeful.

Killer steps between them “Yeah. We are putting in some insurance. Blue. Over there.” Blue blinks but nods as he walks to the side. Killer nods to Dust and Dust summons a loaded blaster aimed at Blue.

Blue freezes and looks a whole lot more nervous “euh….”

Killer grins “Insurance!” he grins widely at Dream “You make a single move to steal our babybones and your bestie will be turned into dust.” He winks cheeky “Understood?”

Dream looks horrified at Blue but so wishful at him “I… I… You can’t… Blue…”

Blue frowns as he looks up “You only shoot when he tries to leave with him right?”

Dust nods. Blue nods again and grins at Dream “It is fine Dream. Just stay with them and get your hug.”

Dream looks shocked but then so hopeful at him. Cross gets close and pulls him slightly away from him. Dream has his arms out and they shake lightly. Dream lets out a pained noise and Nightmare suddenly regrets giving that apple magic back to his cat version. Seeing as now the scars on his skull are very obvious.

One pass later and Dream is holding him. Dream just stares in shock at him “You looks exactly the same… except” tears leave his sockets and Dream just hugs him fully against him. Before he crumbles to the ground and Nightmare hears and feels Dream cry against him as he mutters stuff to him As he light as a feather strokes the scars on his skull.

“Nighty.”

“I missed you so much.”

“I am sorry.”

“I am so so so sorry.”

“I swear I will be better.”

“It is so good to see you.”

“Thank you.”

“Thank you so much.”

“I love you.”

That is the one that makes him freeze and react “No you don’t.”

Silence and Dream pulls away from his hug to look at him. Not permitting him even an inch to move away. Nightmare just looks down “You don’t love me.” That he knows at least.

Dream shakes and shakes his skull “I do love you.”

Nightmare rolls his eye lights as he mutters “You only say that because I look like this… If I had still been an adult you would have still hated me.”

Dream shakes his skull and just holds him close “I always loved you. I swear. I know I haven’t been a good brother. I know I failed in everything that makes a brother a brother and I swear I will do better. But I always loved you Nightmare.”

Nightmare looks to the side “You tried to kill me.” He still has nightmares of Dream attacking him.

Dream sniffs and sobs “I know. And I am so sorry and I swear I thought it was the only thing I could do.” he pulls back and brings their foreheads softly together “It… it is okay.” he sobs but keeps speaking “It is okay… if you hate me… forever. I would… it would be deserved. For everything I did. But I need… I need you to know. I always loved you. I swear to you.”

Nightmare just stares at him. He isn’t sure what Dream sees on his face but it must be that Nightmare doesn’t believe him as he just keeps crying. Dream rolls up as far around him as he can and just sits there. Sobbing as he mutters more apologise and love declarations. Promises to be better and do everything in his power to prove it.

The hug… is very nice though. Nightmare is surprised by how nice the hug feels.

Most shocking is that his soul recognises Dream’s soulbeat. It is so much like his own but slightly off rhythm. But unlike with his dads. His soul doesn’t move to match it. They just beat together, slightly out of sync.

Dream seems to notice as well as he holds him closer and Nightmare can hear him try to do some of those breathing exercises to calm his soulbeat. Nightmare can feel how Dream’s soul starts to beat a slightly different speed but it doesn’t change much.

Dream sobs and laughs softly “Why… why don’t they match anymore? They… they should match. They always matched.”

Horror huffs “Because his soul has other bonds to count on now. Nightmare isn’t depended on you Dream. And he hasn’t for a long time.”

Dream freezes and looks up shocked. Dream’s eyes shoot between Nightmare’s dads before turning back to stare at him.

Nightmare isn’t sure what to say. He however makes eye contact with Killer and reaches a hand for him. Killer is by their side immediately and grins at Dream “Well time to return tiny boss to us!”

Dream shakes slightly and Nightmare feels his grip tighten on him but after just one more very close hug Dream clearly forces himself to let go of him. Nightmare is back in Killer’s arms within seconds and it feels nice to be near the other soul again. Nightmare immediately starts to relax and feels his soul start to follow Killer’s rhythm.

Killer coos and Nightmare feels him walk away a bit. By the time he actually takes a moment to open his sockets again he is already back by his dads and Blue and Dream are standing side by side.

Blue has this soft look on his face but Dream… Dream just stands there shaking and staring at him. His hands close to his chest and tears clearly in his sockets.

Nightmare frowns and turns to be close to Killer. Trying to hide. Killer notices and immediately hugs him closer and shifts his hold. Hiding him a bit. Nightmare relaxes as he feels a bit safer.

Dust hums and shrugs “Well. You saw him. Goodbye.” And he turns around.

Dream shouts “Wait!”

Dust glares at him but Dream doesn’t glare back. He just looks begging “Please… please… I can’t… please there has to be some way I can keep seeing Nighty?”

Dust raises a brow “And what exactly could you do for him?”

Dream flinches as he rubs his arms while hugging himself “I am his brother… his twin… We are gods I can… I know I can help him… I can take care of him… I actually got information from gods and know what is going on.” He smiles hopefully.

But Nightmare just feels cold. He doesn’t want to be away from his dads!

Dust just laughs before glaring “If you think for even a second any of us trust you with our babybones you are wrong.”

Dream blinks and glares “I am his brother.”

Dust laughs “And what a good brother you have been. What? Haven’t done enough target practise yet? Or did you already conveniently forget that you had been shooting arrows at Nightmare since the first moment you saw him after you woke up from the stone?”

Dream flinches and shakes his skull “Yes- I mean No! I know that but-”

Dust just walks closer. Electricity crackling “Okay. Then you forgot about the fact that you spread rumours and lies about Nightmare? How you assumed what he was doing and spread that misinformation around? Making his job much more difficult?”

Dream shakes his skull “I know! I told others I was wrong and have righted that wrong and-”

Dust grins sharply “Or better yet. At the very start. When you didn’t believe him when he told you those villagers hurt him. How your first instinct when you saw him after your mother died was to attack him.”

Dream flinches again.

“Dust enough!”

Dust blinks and looks over. Cross stands behind him and pulls on his arm. “Enough.”

Nightmare doesn’t get it. Why-

Oh…

He is shaking… and crying.

Dust sees it and slowly walks closer and rubs his cheek “sshh… shh… it is okay… none of that will ever happen again… we won’t let it.” Nightmare holds an arm out to Dust and Killer easily hands him over to Dust. Nightmare relaxes a bit. It is familiar and safe.

Killer sounds very calm as he speaks “You lost any right to take care of him or watch over him long ago Dream. The things you fixed? That were things that needed fixing. That was your job to fix as you ruined them to begin with. But just because you fixed your own mistakes doesn’t mean that we or Nightmare have to trust you.”

Dream looks to the side and Blue rubs his arm as he speaks “Dream just missed him. I know I know very rich coming from him but… even if it isn’t possible for Dream to take care of him and I get it. You guys have been through a lot.”

Dream looks ready to go against it but Blue just shakes his skull at him “You need time to actually process all of this as well Dream.” Blue turns back to them “But… wouldn’t it be nice for both of them to at least get the chance to see each other? To talk? To maybe slowly start to mend their broken bond?”

This time Nightmare can see all his dads exchange looks.

Blue smiles “Just… please just think about it… I know you wouldn’t do it or agree to it for Dream… But maybe it is nice for Nightmare? To give him the ability and chance to get this bond back?” Blue looks hesitant but keeps talking “I know a lot happened. And that will leave scars… But isn’t it better to at least be able to mend that bond a little? To at least feel safe near each other?”

Nightmare frowns as he pushes close to Dust. Dust nuzzles him.

Blue nods “It is a lot… and I get you need space…” he shoots Dream a look “You both need space. Time to think and consider. Which we will give.”

Dream looks up pained “Blue no! I searched for so long and-”

Blue smiles sadly at Dream “Dream I know. I know this hurts… And I know you want this so badly and you missed him. But you need to let him make his choice. You know he is safe. You know he is healthy.” And he looks at him “Isn’t that enough for now? Wasn’t that the whole goal?”

Dream looks lost before shooting him another look “Yeah… yeah it was… I am sorry… I just…”

Blue laughs and nudges their shoulders together “It is a lot. Your mind is going a mile per second and you are terrified of messing up again so you are trying to fix things right away. Take a moment Dream.” And Blue grins at them “We really are happy you guys are okay. Especially after everything came to light.”

Killer looks very mistrusting at them but gives a slow nod “Take a moment to process this.” He shoots them a look and Nightmare can see Killer stare at him for a moment. Then Killer sighs as he rubs his skull “Fucking hell.”

“Language.”

Most surprising. That came from five sources. Nightmare looks over and sees both Dream and Blue look disapproving at Killer.

Killer looks so unimpressed at them “Seriously?”

Blue shrugs “He is six… at least now…”

Killer sighs but nods “Anyway! We are going home… Take a moment to pull yourselves together and also don’t try to find where we live anymore. It is creepy… Also you don’t want to deal with the backstory we made up for us there.”

Blue looks curious “What is the backstory?”

Dust answers very unamused “Killer made it up. Nightmare is mine biologically and there was a bad ex.”

Horror looks highly amused “Which… you two caused quite the stir because well… There is no denying Dream and Nightmare look alike and red plus blue equals purple.” And he waits.

Blue and Dream look shocked.

Dust looks so done with everything “You still own me Killer.”

Killer grins and winks “Anything you want dear. Tonight fitting your schedule?”

Cross coughs “Anyway! We are going...”

Blue looks highly embarrassed “Thanks for the warning…”

Killer snorts “Not like it matters anymore. Error should be done with relocating the universe by now.”

Dream shoots upright “Error is doing what?!”

Killer grins and nods “Hiding us again to keep rude visitors out! Talking about Error. Hey dude ready to pull us out?”

A window in the sky opens and Error looks out unamused “Only emergency. Do it yourself.”

Dream however glares at Error “You knew?! You knew the whole time where he was?! That he was okay?!”

Error raises a brow at Dream “Obviously.”

Nightmare however is more focussed on Error “Error!” and he waves.

Error blinks and snorts but waves back “Nightmare.”

Nightmare beams.

Blue gasps “Oh that is adorable.” Dream however glares very angerly at Error.

Cross at this point cuts the universe fabric “Okay we are going. All through.” Dust goes first.

They appear back in their home and Nightmare pouts at Cross “Why did we leave? Error was there.”

Cross looks amused “Because you are still grounded so no hanging out with Error until the being grounded is done.”

Nightmare pouts but a yawn breaks through. Dust hums and nuzzles his skull “Nap time?”

Nightmare nods as he pushes closer to Dust. This is nice.

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[yuwuta]

peds surgeon yuuta??? u cant say things like that i need to jump. the cartoons, the glasses, of course his freaky ass would have a thing for u calling him doctor okkotsu i need to die id wanna tease him sm and be all over him but i cant think of anything if its in a hospital how did the greys anatomy ppl made it work?

the grey’s doctors were FREAKS LMFAOO bc there is not space to be doing all that in the on call rooms…. honestly yuuta is probably too busy to even try anything with you in the hospital 90% of the time… he’s either in surgery or buried in the research library or falling asleep standing up 😭 sometimes you two pass each other in an empty stairwell and have time for a kiss or two, but never more than that (also because yuuta has very little self-restraint when it comes to you… if he allowed himself more than that, then it would be much harder to stop…) 

sometimes the two of you will fall asleep in the same on call room. yuuta will page you there and by the time you arrive he’s already half asleep, it’s probably his only nap in the last 24 hours, so you do your best not to wake wake him when you cuddle up next to him. you get a few hours of bliss in his arms before his pager is waking the both of you up, and he’s got to scurry downstairs to the peds floor and in his hurry he doesn’t realize he’s snagged your lab coat instead of his own, and it’s only when he’s haphazardly slipped it on and the arms are too short and the shoulders are too tight that he figures it out. it’s too late by then, because gojo is the attending on this case which means he doesn’t miss anything, which means he’s the first to giggle and tease, poking at your name embroidered above the breast pocket, “oh? i didn’t know the two of you got married already! oh and you took her last name, how noble, yuuta!~” 

[crow-quills]

Nightmare's Grace

Misuta (Ghost in the Machine)/Reader

Summary: Nightmares have become a familiarity to you, though that doesn't mean they're any easier to deal with. Misuta finds his own way to distract you from your frayed nerves late one night.

Trigger Warning(s): None

Rating: T, SFW

Word Count: 1,476

Notes: Ghost in the Machine and Misuta both belong to @venomous-qwille. Some may already be familiar with this piece if you're in the discord server.

You'd lost track of the time long ago from when you first checked it after being wrenched from the tangled grasp of a nightmare. The clock's numbers that had once seared itself into your mind when you first checked your phone was nothing more than a bleary remnant chased away by the steady throbbing behind your temples.

You couldn't say for sure just what drove you from your slumber, only having a vague recollection of a nightmare that once dug its icy claws into your mind. A fading memory turning to nothing more than a ghost, faint and wisping out of your grasp like smoke whenever you try to grab it.

Chasing it is a lost cause at this point though it doesn't negate the dread that has lodged itself in your gut like lead - heavy and unsettling.

Hunched over the kitchen table you try to dislodge the lingering, unnerving feeling within your body from something it can't even remember. At the very least the dim lighting of the kitchen doesn't aggravate the pain blooming within your head, though it doesn't soothe it much either. Eyes screwed shut, you raise a hand to card through your hair with a steadying breath, contemplating whether you should call it a night or bid any further rest goodbye and get to work.

"What are you doing up, Hoshiko?" Misuta's soft voice draws you out of your deliberation. The moon themed animatronic lingering within the kitchen doorway with the fur of his hood shadowing his face. Startling magenta eyes staring at you from beneath it, softened with a mix of confusion and concern.

His eyes flick over your form for a minute, hunched at the table and abandoned drink beside you. Biting your cheek for a moment, you break the gaze you shared with the bot as you shift uncomfortably. "Couldn't sleep," a weak excuse even to your ears as you try to ignore the way Misuta's examination sends a prickle down your spine.

The quiet thud of heavy booted feet sound out and grow closer as he steps further into the kitchen to come up behind you. A hand finds the center of your upper back, resting against it in a barely there touch, as if worried you'd startle from anything heavier. Gingerly, after a brief moment you can feel his thumb move, rubbing circles into clothed flesh. He's silent now, but you're well aware he's watching you carefully.

A broad palm presses further into your back a coolness seeps through the fabric of your shirt and serves as a balm on your frayed nerves more than you'd care to admit. "Restlessness or bad dreams?" Concern bleeds into his tone and stands out amongst the softness of his voice as he finally shatters the temporary lull.

Resisting the urge to cringe at how close to the mark he was you simply shrug though the motion isn't enough to dislodge his hand.

"It's nothing to worry about, I'll be fine." You don't want to look back at him, to see whatever expression may have etched itself upon his face. Staring into your forgotten tea, you opt to study the liquid instead as your tongue presses against the back of your teeth. His thumb stutters in its measured movements, telling you enough about what he thinks of your attempt to dance around the subject of whatever ails you.

For a heartbeat of a moment, worry bites at your mind that he'll probe further on the subject. Instead the questioning never comes as he simply slides his hand up to the right to clasp your shoulder. A tender squeeze follows the gesture as he mumbles something that you don't quite catch, but can only assume it's meant to be comforting.

At least, you hope it is.

Not knowing what to do with your hands you grab your abandoned cup, fingers wrapping around it tighter than you intended. Drawing it to your lips you try not to grimace as the liquid graces your tongue, the warmth having fled from it long ago.

"I'm alright, I promise," your own reassurance sounds almost fake, even to you, as the cup is lowered back onto the table with a solid sounding clink.

A noise resonates within the voice box of your companion, one you can't quite place the emotions behind, as his hand suddenly draws away. A phantom trail is left behind as his fingers linger longer than needed when he pulls away. Rolling back your shoulders, you sit up straighter now trying to compose yourself from the half curled position you once were in.

You intend to dismiss yourself, to evade and hide from any further questioning on just what drew you down here in the middle of the night. However, the sight of a familiar hand held out in offering, filling your peripheral vision, catches you off guard and gives you pause.

Misuta's palm held out and upturned in an offer you're unsure the intention of. Glancing up at his face to read his expression, you see only a soft look of encouragement which is enough to spur you into action.

Placing your hand in his - almost dwarfed in his hold - his fingers curl to fully clutch yours with a surprising amount of delicacy behind the action. Gently, he guides you up to stand without a hint of hesitation in his movement as his free hand moves to your hip, grasping it lightly. The closeness of his body combined with the strangely intimate feel of his touch baits a heat to rise to your face and causes your gaze to drop away from him.

"Look at me, Hoshiko," imploring and soft, the hand he once clutched your own with slips free in favor of rising up. A knuckle comes to lightly tap the bottom of your chin in an attempt to draw your attention once more. The draw of him and the action is hard to ignore. Without thinking you find yourself lifting your head to meet magenta eyes softening at the bone deep tiredness you know must show on your face.

Content, his hand moves to cup your cheek as the pad of his thumb swipes beneath your eye. Gentle as it tugs at the skin, mindful of his claws, tracing the darkness underlining it as worry pinches the corners of his mouth. "You're not getting enough rest."

The worry laced within his tone sparks a defensiveness within you that's spitting like an irate cat. Protest bubbles up in your throat, though its quickly smothered as the hand at your face shifts to swipe a stray hair out of the way. Claws gently grazing against your heated skin as he follows the shape of your face to the curve of your ear.

Mapping out a path as cool digits trail down along your neck, faint and light as he grazes over your pulse, skimming over your shoulder and down your arm. Tentatively, his fingers press into your palm as they slide down to interlock your fingers. Palm against palm, he draws your arm up to bend at the elbow - held out to the side.

The hand at your hip moves, sliding along to curl at your back, resting against the small of it in a brace. His hold, sturdy and pulling you tighter against his form, but with enough give to allow you the freedom to slip out of it. "It's just us, you're safe with me," his voice low and warm, the consolation accompanied by a gentle squeeze of your entwined hands.

He takes a moment to scan over you in search of something - what exactly you're not sure of - but he seems to find it quickly. Tucked against him Misuta steps back with you in tow, not seeming to mind the brief stumble you experience with the sudden movement. Jacket sleeves swaying with the motion, he moves slowly as he guides the two of you back a few steps before moving forward again.

A dance, you come to realize as a hum rumbles from his voice box, a slow tune you can't quite place. Slow steps bringing you around into a circle following his voice as he keeps you steady.

It's a distraction, you know it is.

His own attempt at pulling your mind away from whatever troubles you no matter how unknown it is to him, however it's one you'll indulge in for now. Falling into the rhythmic pattern he sets is easy to do with little worry as you tuck your head against his chest. The melodic hum of his voice box echoing against your ear in a mingled noise of the quiet ticks and clicks of the mechanics hidden within his chassis.

An idle thought of comparing it to a lullaby flicks through your head as he takes you into another turn.

[cephalog0d]

Batkid Drabbles - "Exaggerate"

"What is this?" Dick's tone said he had a guess and didn't like it. Tim flinched.

"Uh…research project?"

"Is this a death ray?!"

"No! It's not a death ray-"

"Timothy Jackson Drake."

"Busted," Jason sing-songed quietly.

"You helped!" Tim immediately retorted.

"Me? Helpful? Sounds fake."

"Jason."

"Wait, how come I get full-named and he doesn't?!"

"You both got the Dad Voice," Steph threw in, momentarily derailing Dick's lecture.

"I do not have a Dad Voice."

"You can call it a Leader Voice if it makes you feel better," she said condescendingly.

Tim quietly shifted his project out of sight.

(Crossposted from AO3)

[good-beanswrites]

An 0309 drabble for an anon ask I got a bit ago :) Thank you for being patient, I really enjoyed writing this!! It's actually a little moment I've wanted to write since I started Milgram fic, but never got around to it. (I mention his injured eye, but don't actually describe anything)

“Stop moving around so much.”

“Don’t tell me what to do.”

“I mean it. You’ll make things worse.”

Mikoto watched as the intensity in Fuuta’s gaze flickered between fire and fear.

He had a doctor’s kit laid out on his lap. Recently, Shidou had his hands full with Mahiru’s treatments and having intense conversations with Haruka, so Mikoto wanted to give him a break. With none of the injuries actually healing as they should, the prisoners were caught in an endless loop of changing bandages and checking for complications.

Shidou was grateful for the help. Many of the others tolerated Fuuta in the same way they spent only the necessary time around Mikoto. They smiled and placated him, acting like he’d gone mad all of the sudden. Whatever was making the others avoid the two of them, it drew the pair together. Mikoto was finding he enjoyed Fuuta’s company. Something about him was rather… charming. 

“Me? You’re the asshole that will make things worse. You’re no doctor! Fuck you.”

Eh, maybe he had gone mad. 

He took comfort, at least, in the knowledge that Fuuta was growing more comfortable with him. He sure had a special way of showing it, but Mikoto didn’t brag about being a people-person for nothing – he picked up on the way Fuuta sought him out during the day, pretending to be involved in his own activities. The way he struck up a conversation, then acted as if it had been Mikoto’s idea to come over and bother him. 

Therefore it was exciting, though not surprising, when Fuuta allowed Mikoto to help treat his injuries. They had only done it a few times, but today brought a whole new challenge. 

“I’m not performing surgery or anything. Shidou said it just needs some basic disinfecting.” He flashed his usual grin. “I have a steady hand – I’m a photographer, you know.”

Aside from Shidou, Fuuta hadn’t allowed a single person to look under his eyepatch. 

He remained unamused by Mikoto’s smile. For better or worse, he could always tell when it was forced. “It’s not like I have any proof of that. You could be awful at it, for all I know.”

“First chance I get, I’ll request a camera and prove it. Want me to take a picture of you first?”

“If you haven’t already messed up my face…” Fuuta’s focus was glued to the hand carefully reaching towards him. 

Mikoto pouted his lips. “Shidou trusted me enough with this. And you must have, because you agreed earlier. So If it’s not about me… You’re not scared, are you?”

There were some things that Fuuta didn’t stop to see through. He sputtered in surprise. “Hell no!” He lifted his chin, finally taking his attention off Mikoto’s hands. He stared defiantly. “I can take it.”

Mikoto felt a bit guilty for resorting to foul play. But not that guilty. “Good. Now hold still...”

He got right to it. One hand held ginger hair out of the way, while the other pinched the corner of the eyepatch. Fuuta’s good eye darted nervously around the room, avoiding the other's close-leaning face. Mikoto peeled it away swiftly, gently

As a horror movie buff, the injury didn’t faze him in the slightest. As someone who’d grown close to Fuuta recently, he felt a wave of anguish at the sight.

Fuuta squirmed. “It’s nasty, isn’t it…”

Mikoto reached down for some supplies. He considered mustering up a smile and saying there was no need to worry so much, but it would have been pointless. Times like these, it was kind of a relief when someone else could see right through him for a change. 

“It looks like it hurts.”

“Tch, I don’t need any pity from you.”

“I was going to say, you hide it well. You’re tougher than the warden gives you credit for.”

His cheeks flushed red. “I – I don’t need any flattery from you either!”

“Don’t need anything from anybody, huh?”

Before he could come up with a retort, he hissed through his teeth in pain.

“Ah, sorry.” Mikoto immediately retracted his hand from where it had been dabbing alcohol onto the injury.

Steeling his expression, he muttered, “it’s fine.”

Mikoto tried again. He made sure to move with even more steadiness, his face drawn up in concentration. He saw Fuuta’s features flinch when he touched him, but he stayed still. The two were silent, now, as Mikoto worked. Leaning his face so close made the short task feel much longer. The reddening in his cheeks didn't subside.

He expected Fuuta to snatch the fresh eyepatch away the moment he unwrapped it – he was shocked that Fuuta let him adjust it into place without a word.

“Alright. You’re all set.” He started packing up the kit.

“Listen, don’t tell the others. About my eye.”

Mikoto squinted. He gestured to the right side of his face. “I hate to break it to you, but the big patch kinda gives you away.”

“You idiot! I just mean, don’t tell them what it looks like.” He pulled his hood down over his hair. “I don’t need everyone trying to steal a look at it like I’m some sort of freakshow.”

“Hey, of course.” Mikoto gave him a smile, the kind they both knew was genuine. “I’ve got you.”

Fuuta nodded. He turned his face away, his fingers lingering over where Mikoto’s had just been. “... And… thanks.”

[dourpeep]

When you're together, Xiao is oddly silent. Though he usually is of little word, you don't think you've ever heard a single peep from him when you're around—and yet others have mentioned how roundabout he can be, so much so that he's nearly blunt.

But truly, he's quietly basking.

He cannot help the way that his mind calms in your presence, a cool salve on the constant strain of his past and present. Your voice seems to echo in his mind and your eyes shine brighter than he thinks that eyes should shine. In a way, he's afraid. If he were to break that silence himself? If he were to interrupt that echo, would you be just as fragile?

That nagging thought eats at him.

In all his selflessness, he continues to take. No harm can come if he were to stand here. You will continue to shine if he were to sully this one spot with his presence. His chest will feel tight, pleasantly so, knowing your arrival upon each week.

Is it still sparing you if he deliberately takes your time?

So, he stays silent.

After all, he has to uphold all that he holds dear—Liyue, the memory of his fallen brothers and sisters, the people and their little lanterns—and you, unwittingly, unknowingly, have become one of those precious things.

[everybodyshusband]

"no kinktober from me this year, unfortunately" YOU FUCKING LIAR ??! anyway.

kinktober ; day two, quintosis ❤︎ aether/dew

cw. quintosis in the form of body control, phone sex, mean aether but in a really gentle way

approx. 650 words

“Ae– Aeth, please,” Dew begs, his words coming out as strangled moans as his own fingers pump torturously into his cunt of their own accord, hitting the sweet spot without fail every time. “Please, I’m so close…”

He hears Aether chuckle over the phone line. “They’re your fingers, sundew. Why don’t you do it yourself?” he teases. Dew can practically hear the smirk on the quintessence ghoul’s lips.

His arms ache from the strain of trying to take back the control of his limb to find his own release, and so, impossibly, infuriatingly close but he just can’t get there. Although despite his struggles, he wouldn’t ask Aether to relinquish his hold over dew’s body for anything in the world. The sensation is akin to being pinned down without the pressure of another body on top of him. Aside from the arm controlling the motion of his fingers, he couldn’t lift his limbs from the bed if he tried—and he has tried.

Despite being continents apart, Dew swears he can feel Aether in his hotel room. The quintessence ghoul’s presence surrounding him beyond their connection until Dew suffocates in his scent. He doesn’t know when or how Aether learnt how to do this, whatever it is. Possession is the most accurate word that comes to mind. His body pinned under Aether’s far away magic while his mind and mouth are still free to cry out for more of the quintessence ghoul’s agonising touches.

This has been going on all tour. Every time Aether tells Dew that this time he’ll let the fire ghoul tip over the edge, and every time he denies him at the last second. At this rate, Dew is certain Aether won’t let him cum until it’s actually him fucking Dew, and as frustrating as that is right now, logically, Dew knows his orgasm will be all the more satisfying once he gets back from tour. Right now though, it’s akin to torture. It’s not like he’s been without orgasm this tour—the rest of his pack have made sure of that—but Dew can’t deny he misses the particular way Aether pulls him over the edge, or in this case, keeps him there until he’s about to sob with frustration because his fingers keep pumping into him but he can’t quite tip over the edge and–

“Urgh, Aeth, just lemme fucking cum!” His desperate voice is laced with tears and he’s being louder than strictly necessary in this situation. He doesn’t care.

The quintessence ghoul’s laugh crackles through the phone’s speakers. “No, I don’t think so… Not yet.”

Dew’s fingers slip out of his cunt and he sobs out at the sudden lack of stimulation. “Aeth, please.”

“Patience, love,” he murmurs down the line, “You’ll be home soon, just a few more days.”

Dew takes a deep shuddering breath in, trying to calm himself now that he senses their session is over for the day. That is, until his hand slowly begins to make its way up his body, ghosting over his bare chest, leaving trails of his own slick in his wake. “Aeth,” he starts, voice shaking. “Aeth, what are you doing…?”

“Oh, nothing.” Dew can practically hear the smirk in Aether’s voice. “It just feels like you’ve made quite a mess. Don’t you think you need a little help cleaning up?”

Dew moans out as his fingers are slid into his mouth by Aether’s outside force, tasting evidence of his desperation on his fingers. He knows it’s only matter of time before Aether makes him fuck his own face with them.

“There’s a good boy,” Aether encourages. “Clean up your mess, love. And if you’re really lucky, maybe Mountain’ll come eat it out of you later…” Dew hears the whoosh of a text message on Aether’s side of the phone call, and his fingers begin to thrust. He chokes. Aether laughs.

[grogusmum]

For the blossoming romance prompts: 11 with Din mayhaps?

Oh Jennibean, so sweet!

PROMPT: picking a leaf/flower petal out of their hair, or brushing dirt off of their face

... with sweet Din? *sigh*

Okay, I'm just going to take a peek at what our Earthbound Din is up to...

This is part of my A Galaxy Far Far Away series but probably can be read on its own. But if you enjoy it and would like to read more about Earthbound Grogu and Din here is a link to the series masterlist

In northern New England, summers were short, but could be fierce. For Din and Grogu's first summer on Earth, it was just that.

Windows of Juniper Cottage were open wide day and night, and the cotton curtains fluttered hopefully with any hint of a breeze.

You worked evenings at the pub, so every day around 3 or 4 you, Din and Grogu headed to the nearby swimming hole. Fed by groundwater or a spring, it was cold and refreshing, perfect to cool everyone down before the end of the day.

Grogu loved it, especially. In his floaties and little onesie swimsuit, he would doggie paddle around the circumstance, giggling and babbling happily and you amused him with canon balls.

As for Din, it took some getting used to. He felt every exposed at first. Out of his helmet a good seven months ago, now he was out in so little clothing. Luckily, the swimming hole was within a glade, shafts of light streamed, with small insects dancing it them, completely unseen by the road, nor even the property owners home.

You swam like a fish, diving deep, coming up from below Grogu to his delighted surprise... Din flushed the first time you floated to the surface in front of him. You looked so beautiful coming out of the water. Skin shining, water dripping from your chin, lips parted, breathless from holding it for an extended time. Chest to chest, he wrapped his arms around your waist as two pairs of legs worked below the surface to keep you afloat. You brought one arm over his broad shoulder, and with your free hand, you plucked a flower petal out of his curling damp hair.

"Mock orange."

"What?"

You smiled and pointed over your shoulder, "Sorry, it's from that mock orange bush. The pretty little white flowers."

He smiled, poised to speak, but what he was about to say you didn't know, for at that moment Grogu decided to try a canon ball himself, and you both were in the splash zone.

Turning toward the proud little guy, you both clapped and hooted.

"Good job, kid."

Grogu paddled over and wrapped his little arms around his dad bicep, cooing and beaming. You went to swim away, but Din caught you around your middle again and pulled you back, surprising you with a kiss.

"I'm not done with you," he murmured.

THANKS FOR READING 💚

Jennibean, thank you for the prompt!!

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[yoon-kooks]

p&p drabble ideas

oc being a sl*t for jk's tattoos (smut)

jealous jk ✔️

jealous reader

making it official

another cat??

switch!reader (smut)

getting high together🤪

mutual m*sterbation (heck ye)

shopping together (timeskip??)

[rxskomi]

Moving to a foreign place for university isn't easy. The culture, food, environment, people, almost everything is different from what you're used to and it's quite hard to adapt. That is until you bumped into someone with big sturdy chest and greyish hair.

Bokuto was a year older than you, your senior to be exact. You two met by bumping into each other. You were staring at your timetable trying to figure out where your next class is and Bokuto happen to walk into you while talking to one of his friends. (Yes bump into his chest). That impact caused your timetable to slip from your hand and fly with the wind🍃. Bokuto saw your timetable taking flight and tried to grab it and so did you, this caused both of your hand to collide and you quickly retracted you hand upon contact in fear and embarrassment. On the other hand Bokuto was adamant on getting that timetable of yours to which he did indeed catch it and gave it back to you.

“Sorry about that, are you hurt? Oh my gosh how could I make it up to you? I’m super sorry I wasn’t watching where I was going!” Bokuto rambled on in nervousness and worry.

“I’m okay, I am not hurt…” You replied awaiting for this mysterious person to give you his name so can address him properly.

“OH! Sorry I am Bokuto, Bokuto Koutarou. I am currently in my 2nd year! Nice to meet you!” Bokuto beams in excitement.

“Ah Bokuto, I am Y/N nice to meet you. If you don’t mind can you please help me to get to my next class? It’s my first year here and I’m very lost” you asked politely. To which Bokuto straight away took your arm and held it up to see your timetable that you’re currently holding and leads the way to your next class.

“Ah yes! Professor (name)’s class! I’ll bring you there, lets go c’mon!!” Bokuto enthusiastically says and leads the way.

All this while Bokuto is still holding onto your arm whilst leading the way to your next class. Once you reached the door to your class he finally lets go.

“Here we are! Hope you enjoy Professor (name)’s class. They do a great job of teaching and if you don’t understand you can always come find me for help!” Bokuto beams with that golden smile of his and you can’t help but smile with him.

“Thanks Bokuto, I’ll find you if i have any confusion or enquiries in the future! But for me to do that I do need your phone number..” You said with an embarrassed smile.

“OF COURSE HOW COULD I FORGET” and thus Bokuto gives you his phone number and a friendship between the both of you blossoms.

[heart2beom]

not putting the wc when i post open the door part 2 T_T

[bg-sparrow]

"THIS IS HEAVY!"

“But it’s not possible.”

“If you allow me to lift the curse veiling your memories, you will find most anything is possible, including traveling through time,” the Enchantress Edna said silkily. “Your alchemist is not just an alchemist. Deep in your heart, you’ve always known this.”

Marty eyed her, holding his breath.

“He meant well, but he unintentionally afflicted himself, too, when he happened upon that magic. He does not remember stranding you both centuries in the past.

“I could send you both home.”

“This is my home! Be gone!”

Edna curtsied, an unsettling smile on her lips.

“My lord.”

[kyberled]

Peek into my muses' memories ! Slip a ⏰to see a memory or a part of my muses' past. (BONUS if you add a topic or someone's name associated with that memory!) || ACCEPTING

Anonymous asked:

⏰ Boba Fett >:3c

Well, this planet is far from illustrious. … In fact, if he were less charitable, he might call it a–

“Backwater slimeball.” Kriss mutters beside him. It’s so sudden that Braig can’t help but laugh. 

“Oh, come on, it’s not so bad.” He says with a smile. "We've been to worse." 

"That's not the compliment you think it is, sir." Kriss mutters, and Braig nudges his shoulder against Kriss' in response. 

“Either way, we won’t be here long. Just a few rotations, and then we can pack up and move on to the next one.” 

“Goody.” Kriss muttered, and even though Braig couldn’t see his face behind the helmet, he didn’t need the Force to know the Lieutenant had just rolled his eyes. Braig wasn’t surprised in the least. 

“Why don’t you go rest with the others? I think I’m going to investigate the village up ahead.” He said, looking off to the horizon. Kriss shifts beside him. Braig exhales, smiling. 

“I’ll be fine.” He folds his arms behind his back, shifting his weight to one side. “I won’t go far, I’ll keep my comms on, and I am armed.” Kriss stared through his visor for a moment, then sighed and hung his head. 

“Just don’t do anything stupid.” He says, then turns to join his brothers at the heart of the camp. Braig only laughs in response. 

It's not a long walk, thankfully. (If it was, it would have been harder to get away on his own. People worried about him so much more lately. It was kind of them, of course, but really - he could handle himself.) He still would have tried to make the trip - it just would have been less convenient. He would have had to find a way to shake off whoever accompanied him. But that wasn’t the case. 

For all of the apprehension that filled the men, and for all Braig knew that they would have to face in the coming days, this planet really wasn’t so bad. The air is clean, the foliage is lush, the Force is… Well, the Force is muddled everywhere, but it’s not so crowded here. (Once the fighting starts, it will get worse. But for now, it’s refreshing.) 

And the village is so different from anything on Coruscant. Much as he loves his home planet, it can get rather suffocating at times. Now, where could it… Ah. 

There it was. A small, modest looking building, raised off the grassy earth by wooden posts. The sounds of life swirled out from the open door, the broad windows. It was inviting by design. Warm and welcoming. Braig smiled to himself, letting his boots thud up the wooden stairs. 

There was a decent crowd of patrons here. Most of them hardly spared him a glance when he came in. He found an empty stool near the bar, folded his hands on the countertop, and waited. 

"Can I get you anything?" The barkeep - a Rodian - asks. Braig nods. 

“If you wouldn’t mind. You wouldn’t happen to have any tea, would you?” His question is met with a chuckle and a shake of the head.

“Yeah, I heard that’s what you Jedi-types like. Comin’ right up.” The Rodian turns and walks away. Braig offers his thanks and waits. Not for the drink, not really. It will be nice, but… 

“I swear.” The voice behind him is familiar in more ways than one, and the smile returns to Braig’s face. “You get more conspicuous every time I see you.” Braig chuckled. 

“I’ve done more than enough hiding for one lifetime, I’m afraid.” He said. Boba hums a single note and takes a seat on the stool beside Braig. There’s a brief moment of silence. Braig is aware he’s being studied. He’s not surprised. It has been a while, after all. 

“It doesn’t hurt.” He says quietly. Boba looks away quickly. 

“I wasn’t-” He cuts himself off with a huff. Then after a moment, “You just got taller. … But you’re still short.” That makes Braig laugh. 

“Your bedside manner hasn’t changed.” He grins. The bartender returns, setting a steaming cup down in front of him. Braig says a quick thank-you and cradles the mug in his hands. The bartender turns to Boba. 

“Anything for you?” 

“Sure.” Boba nods once. “Whatever he’s having.” He jerks his thumb over his shoulder at another one of the bar’s patrons. The bartender shrugs, nods, and walks away. 

“Do you even know what that is?” Braig asked around a sip of tea.

“Lemonade.” Boba said without pause. Braig tried and failed to hide the smile on his face as he took another sip. There’s a moment of silence again, just listening to the babble around them. The Force stirred restlessly around them both. Braig raised a brow, but said nothing and didn’t look away from his drink. If Boba had something to say, Braig wouldn’t push him. He’d get there on his own. 

“... I’m glad you’re back.” It’s quiet, spoken in the direction of the counter, but Braig hears it. He closes his eyes and sighs.

“So am I.” He said, then forces a smile. “It wasn’t my most enjoyable experience.” And then, subconsciously brushing his knuckles over the scar on his face, “but I made it, and more importantly, the people are safe now.” 

“Yeah.” Boba nodded, then huffs a breath and shakes his head. “Have to admit, you’re tougher than I thought you were, back when we first met. But if you ever worry Latts like that again, she’s never going to let you forget it.” He accepts the drink the bartender brings casually, taking a sip while avoiding eye contact. 

“Right. Latts.” Braig nods as well. “Give her my apologies, then. I’ll try to keep her concern in mind.” 

“So. How long are you all here?” Boba asked. Braig decided not to mention that he could tell Boba was changing the subject. 

“Not long.” He says, draining the rest of his drink. “Only a few rotations. I can’t go into detail, but…” He trails off, then blinks. “Oh! I almost forgot, I brought you something.” He rummaged through the pocket of his tunic. After a moment of searching, he’s successful. “Here we are.” In his palm sat a small parcel, wrapped in a scrap of brown cloth. Boba frowned, leaning closer.

“What is that?”

“I picked it up while I was away.” Braig folds the fabric out of the way. It’s a simple gift, a large scale - or, large for a scale, but still small enough to fit in his palm. Sea-green but iridescent in the light, vaguely ovular in shape. “It was from one of the local sea-creatures. They shed them twice a year, I was told. The locals usually gather them to make pigments, but they let me take one. I don’t know.” He shrugs. “It just reminded me of the stories you were telling me. About the biology books you used to read.” Boba says nothing for a while, staring down at the scale that now rests in his own hand. Braig does his best not to probe the Force for a response. (That was something he had to learn when he was young. Non-Jedi - or rather, non-Force-Users - didn’t always like it when you read their emotions before they expressed them. It unnerved a lot of people who weren’t so used to it.) But try as he might, he couldn’t completely ignore the flush of sunshine-warmth that comes from beside him. 

Oh, thank the stars. He’d worried about overstepping with that one - he’s never really given Boba anything before. The young bounty hunter is rather… Enigmatic. But he lives simply, and that's always been something Braig has both related to and appreciated. (It did make present-getting rather difficult, though.) 

"How much longer do you have?" Boba asked. Brain blinked.

“What?” 

“Until you have to go back.” 

“Oh.” Braig shrugged. “I shouldn’t be too long - I am technically on duty, and I don’t want anyone worrying, but… I can spare a bit longer.”

“Good.” Boba nods, glancing around idly before taking another sip of his drink. “It’d be a shame to have to drink alone.”

[altrxisme]

It’s all reminiscent of that fateful day those few years ago, standing above the body bag in cold storage, looking down at a corpse that returned with it a heavy guilt that weighed down his chest.

But who the fuck was he to feel bad about it when he was the one who ordered this? What right did he have to be remorseful?

It was the same now as it was then.

“That’s her” Titus confirmed for the mortician, gaze locked on the body. He felt obligated to look at the results of his command. Another glaive dead by his word.

Joanne Nivis.

Following in the same footsteps as her father had.

He was thankful when they finally zipped the bag back up, forcing he dead gaze to be broken. If he were a superstitious man, he would have believed she was still somehow watching him through those milky irises. Even with his rational mind, it didn’t stave off the unnerve the look left him with.

If he allowed himself a moment of pity, it was a true loss. Joanne had been an incredibly determined and skilled woman. She had taken to training and magic quickly and had an unbreakable drive. She could have been an incredible fighter and asset. But just like her father, she had a keen mind and unfortunately had began to take notice of things Titus would rather she not have.

Unfortunately, that meant she had to go. And go she did. An assignment he knew no glaive would be able to succeed, even if he hadn’t purposely been sending her to her demise.

“Get her cleaned up, I’ll notify the family.”

My muse is dead. Tell me how yours is dealing with it. // always accepting!!

[yggdrasilushxrt]

Dim as an Ember

“Ratatoskr!” Dvalinn vaulted over the mossy boulder to approach the fellow Spirit, braids bouncing around her shoulders. The Currier’s golden hues landed on the Hart and he grinned. His arms opened in greeting. 

“Dvalinn! My favorite little doe! I knew those braids would look beautiful on you!” A chuckle left him as one of his arms was captured in a hug, “They soften your face so delightfully. Mortals will find you quite approachable now.” 

“Heh, you were right. The children weren’t as put off as they were before.” Dvalinn released her embrace just long enough to reposition herself to have their arms linked.

“Any luck finding clues about your siblings? New memories about them?” The question made her deflate a little, “I’m afraid not on either front. It’s possible they’re not on Midgard. I could ask Heimdall for a Bifrost to other-”

“Heimdall has been a bit preoccupied lately. You should keep working on perfecting your Bifrost skills- that’ll be key to finding the other Harts.” The Squirrel flicked his tail to brush at her face, “For now, though, there is a midwinter solstice festival to visit. Got to have a little fun every once in a while.”

Dvalinn was briefly hesitant to drop the matter, but the charming smile did well to put her worries to rest for the time being. “A bit of dancing and mead couldn’t hurt.”

“That’s my little doe! Let’s go dance and be merry!”

[yourfriendlyneighbourhoodwriter]

so I was thinking about Gojo’s infinity, and the fact that he must be able to extend it somewhat because his clothes, shoes, eye covers, etc don’t get blasted away during an attack

but then that got me thinking about a young Gojo, or maybe a very sleepy Gojo, that just forgets to extend it… and maybe it’s in a fight and he’s batshit enough to just not give a fuck and keep on demolishing the curse naked as the day he was born… but maybe it’s when he’s sparing with you early one morning, and usually he’d brush it off and be his smug and teasing self—you’ve seen him half naked before when he parades around in a towel after a shower—but this time it’s so sudden, so unexpected, that his brain short circuits and you both stay frozen in place for a few moments. then suddenly you laugh because the situation is ridiculous and he’s ridiculous, and you tell him so, calling him an idiot for forgetting something that should be second nature by now, and that snaps him out of his trance, reverting back to the usual goofy unfazed-by-anything Gojo, and he stands up straight and proud, hiding nothing and crossing his arms over his chest and grinning cockily saying, ’shut up. I bet you did it on purpose you pervert.’ but his blindfold is gone and so his eyes give away just a hint of vulnerability which he can no longer hide along with the blush forming on his cheeks. and it’s not the first time you see him blush (it happens on the rare occasion you manage to fluster him), but it is the first time you notice that the pink dusting travels much further south than you thought…