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bunny7567 · 7 months ago

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I got you - chapter 14

Pairing: Rex x Jedi!ofc

Word count: 4.6k Tags/Warnings: angst; awkward conversations; not the healthiest eating habits; Echo is having none of it; Echo is the mom of the group that's just canon; Rex has a sweet tooth, I'm sure of it; everyone is scared of Kix; we're slowly getting somewhere tho;

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vod'ika - little sister cyare - beloved

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The Council had been pleased with Lexie. The information she had gathered on Clovis, plus her suggestion to send Senator Amidala as a spy for the Republic had led them to uncovering the location of the Separatist factory and ultimately destroying it during the Second Battle of Geonosis. Lexie had missed this battle however. She, Echo and Fives were sent on another covert assignment, infiltrating a Separatist base in order to obtain schematics for a new weapon they were developing.

After that they were almost immediately sent on yet another espionage mission, and then another one, and before she knew it, Lexie realised it had been six standard weeks since she’d last seen Rex, on the day before he and the rest of the 501st departed for the Battle of Dorin.

She had gone to his office that day, after receiving her assignment, knowing she would be gone for weeks. Although she had told Fives only the previous week that she couldn’t act on her feelings for Rex, she had woken up with a strange desire to tell him how she felt. So that evening, after leaving the Council’s room, Lexie had walked to the base, went to the command level, but then froze as she got to his door. She knew he was in his office, she could sense it, but she simply could not lift her hand up to the buzzer.

What the hell do you think you’re doing? Lexie shuddered as she heard her master’s voice inside her head. However, that voice was right, she couldn’t tell him, she couldn’t go against the Code.

She was about to turn and walk away when the door suddenly slid open and Rex stopped dead in his tracks as he saw her.

“General”, he said, clearly surprised to find her outside his door.

“Captain”, Lexie said too quickly.

“Is everything alright?”, he asked.

“Yeah, yeah… all fine”, she said.

The two of them just stood and looked at each other in an awkward silence for a moment, as Lexie’s mind was screaming at her to find something to say.

“I was just-”

“How are yo-”

They both started at the same time and stopped to let the other talk.

“You were saying”, Rex prompted after clearing his throat.

“N-No, you go first”, Lexie insisted.

“No, General, please”.

“Well I… I-I just haven’t seen you in a few days, I don’t know, I just wanted to, uhh, see how you were”, she blurted out.

“I’m alright. I uhm, I just finished some reports and was about to head back to my room”, Rex answered taken aback. “Unless you need me for something?”.

“Well no… I mean not exactly, only… if you’re free for the rest of the evening I thought maybe you’d want some company?”, she sheepishly said. “Unless you already have plans. Which I’m sure you probably do, I’ll just let you get go-”.

“I don’t have any plans”, he interrupted her nervous ramblings.

Rex wasn’t exactly sure why she seemed so anxious, but he had a suspicion. He had pretty much convinced himself during the past few weeks while she had been on the Clovis mission with Fives that the two of them had gotten together. Maybe that was what she now wanted to let him know but she wasn’t sure how he’d react. It still hurt to think about it and he was still jealous of his brother, much to his annoyance, but Rex had to accept whatever choice Lexie made. And he also didn’t want to lose her as a friend. This could be a good opportunity to show her that their friendship was alright. Even if it hurt him.

“So I uhh… I wouldn’t mind some company”, he added, rubbing the back of his neck with the hand not holding his helmet.

“Would you maybe want to go out. Just like walk around. It’s surprisingly nice outside for this time of year, the weather is nice… really warm”, she said, cringing at the unnecessary details she was giving him.

“Yeah, that sounds nice”, Rex replied, before putting his helmet on and following after her to the lifts.

The two of them exited the building in silence, passing the First Battle Memorial, then leaving the military compound. They did make some small talk after the atmosphere between them grew too awkward, as they strolled side by side through the busy streets of Coruscant. Lexie really needed to fill the silence, so she started talking about her last mission, about Cantonica and about how tedious it was to pretend to flirt with Clovis as she tried to get him to talk about his business venture.

Rex listened closely, transfixed by the sound of her voice. She could probably start listing the ingredients in their ration bars and it would still feel like the most interesting thing he’d ever heard.

“I have a new assignment”, she said after finishing her story. “I’m leaving for the Raxus system tomorrow”.

“Are you taking Echo and Fives with you again?”, the Captain asked, trying to keep his voice neutral.

“Yeah, the Council thinks we make a good team. I do feel a little bad for stealing your ARCs from you”, she joked.

“They’re not my ARCs”, Rex said with a small, amused huff.

“I beg to differ. You found them, brought them into the 501st, trained them, promoted them… I’d say they’re yours”, she said in a light tone, counting on her fingers for emphasis.

“If you say so, Lexie”, Rex chuckled, shaking his head.

Lexie stopped and looked around, trying to figure out the direction they needed to go in. “This way”, she said after she managed to orient herself.

“Where are we even going?”, Rex asked. He thought they were just aimlessly wondering around but it appeared Lexie did have a destination in mind.

“There’s one place here I really like, I thought maybe you’d want to see it”, she replied.

The Captain followed after here, walking once again in silence until they arrived in Monument Plaza. He’d heard about this place but had never seen it before, so he slowed his pace, took his helmet off and looked around the large, open space, his gaze landing on the mountain peak at the center of the plaza. It was definitely an impressive sight, and he could understand why Lexie liked it so much. His eyes then moved to her and he felt a blush creep up his neck. She was stood looking at him, her head slightly tilted to a side and a kittenish smile on her face.

“Have you ever had ice cream, Captain?”, she asked.

“Uhm, no. I haven’t”, he answered.

“That simply cannot do. We need to change that immediately”, she said determinedly before walking towards one of the shops built into one of the plaza walls.

Lexie ignored Rex’s protests that she should not spend her credits for him and got two portions of Nectrose Freeze. She then walked to one of the benches in front of the mountain peak and sat down, placing one of the cups of ice cream in her lap, and patted the space next to her. The Captain sat in the indicated space, resting his helmet next to him. Lexie then handed him his cup of the dessert and he hesitantly took it, lifted it closer to his face and sniffed it.

“It is edible, Rex”, she laughed. “I promise. See?”, she grabbed the small wooden spoon and took a bite, savouring the taste. Maker, it’s been too long since she’d had ice cream.

“Yeah, I know that”, Rex rolled his eyes. He then followed her example, taking a small scoop with his spoon. It was sweeter than he expected, the flavour filling his mouth as the ice cream melted on his tongue. The nectrose crystals however, had a fruity taste, a little sour, a contrast that perfectly complemented the sweetens of the dessert. He immediately took another bite.

“Careful, honey. You don’t want to get a brain freeze”, Lexie chuckled, eating her ice cream a lot slower.

“It’s a lot better than I expected”, Rex explained, a little embarrassed.

“Wow, I can’t believe you thought I’d make you try something that wasn’t good”, she feigned offence. Rex rolled his eyes again, but smiled a little.

The two of them ate their dessert as Lexie told him the reason she liked to come to this place. She told him a little about Seccaya, about the mountains that covered the entire planet and how bittersweet it felt to come to the plaza, to look at the Umate peak, to touch the cold, hard granite and think about her home. Rex listened closely and kept eating and Lexie tried not to stare at him as he did. It was clear he was enjoying it and she found it very endearing. He finished his dessert faster than her and placed the empty cup on the bench. Lexie looked at him again and chuckled, seeing that he had a bit of melted ice cream in the corner of his mouth.

“You have a little…”, she informed him, pointing to his lips.

“Where? Here?”, he asked, wiping the wrong side of his mouth.

“No, let me”, she said with a chuckle, moving her hand without thinking.

She placed two fingers under his chin and wiped the trace of the dessert away with her thumb, letting her hand linger there. Rex’s whole body tensed under her touch and his breath caught in his throat. Lexie noticed his reaction and quickly pulled her hand away.

“Sorry”, she mumbled.

“It’s fine”. Rex cleared his throat and avoided her gaze, feeling his heart sink.

She was just being friendly, he reminded himself, and that gesture had not meant anything to her. But for him, the feeling her soft touch on his skin, it was everything he had dreamed of for months. He suddenly remembered that she was probably with Fives and felt as if someone punched him in the gut, just like he did when he had seen them in the hallway.

“We, uhh… we should head back to base. It’s getting late”, he said, standing up and putting his helmet back on.

“Yeah… we… yeah, let’s go”, Lexie said, standing up.

The walk back to the military compound was mostly silent and Lexie was unsure what to think. Both Echo and Fives believed that Rex had feelings for her, however she still wasn’t confident that he did. But he called you cyare. And yet he had not done a single thing that would indicate he had really meant it the entire time they were out and he had even seemed uncomfortable when she touched him. No, the ARCs were probably mistaken on this account. And you’re a fucking Jedi anyway, snap out of it.

When they got back to the barracks Rex kept his helmet on as he wished her good luck on her next mission. It felt safer like that, he didn’t have to meet her eyes directly, didn’t have to hide the sadness on his face. Lexie thanked him and wished him goodnight, and watched as he got off the lift on the level the barracks were on. She went up to her room and tried to push every emotion deep, deep down, feeling actually grateful for the distance she was about to put between her and the source of all this frustration. She skipped breakfast in the mess the next morning, met up with Echo and Fives on the landing platform afterwards, and the three of them left for their covert assignment.

The mission had been difficult and long, same for the following two, but Lexie managed to complete them, gathering vital information for the Republic. The Council informed her that they were very satisfied with the work she and the two ARCs were doing, and it seemed like this little team of hers could be her new normal. She didn’t mind too much, Fives and Echo had become her closest friends and she loved their company, but she did miss the others. Especially Rex.

The distance had not helped like she had hoped. She still thought about him constantly, she worried about his safety, she dreamed about him and yearned to be close to him again. In the occasional moments he was with Anakin during one of their check-ins, Lexie could barely keep herself from staring solely at his holo-form. Frankly, she couldn’t wait until she could see him again.

That is why she struggled so much to maintain a professional look on her face as she approached the briefing room back at the base, having felt his presence inside as soon as she stepped off the lift on the command level.

As she entered the room, Echo and Fives right behind her, she forced herself to look at everyone else first. Obi-Wan and Mace Windu were in there, stood behind the holotable, and so was Anakin, who was stood close to the senator of Naboo. Her presence there intrigued Lexie, it must be related to the new assignment.

Her eyes then flickered to Rex, his back had been to the door when she entered and he turned to offer her a respectful nod as she stopped next to him, in front of the table. To her surprise, Rex also handed her a cup of caf, which she gladly accepted. The moment her fingers briefly brushed his when taking the cup felt as if an electric current zapped her and she couldn’t stop the shiver she felt down her spine.

“Thank you, Captain, I really needed this”, she told him, trying to keep a level voice.

“I thought you would”, he said. She couldn’t see it under the helmet but she was sure he smiled as he said it.

“Good to see you, Alexis”, Obi-Wan greeted her. “I don’t believe you’re acquainted with Senator Amidala”.

“Masters”, Lexie acknowledged, before moving her gaze to the woman in question, “Senator, it’s a pleasure to meet you”.

“The pleasure is all mine, Master Khalla. Master Skywalker has told me so much about you”, the Senator replied.

“All good things I hope”, Lexie said as he threw a slightly confused look towards her friend.

“Let’s talk business”, Anakin interjected. “We’re in need of your undercover experience”.

“Senator Amidala has been selected to represent the Republic during diplomatic negotiations on the planet Kaldonya. We believe she needs Jedi protection, her recent endeavours on Cato Neimoidia may have placed a target on her back again”, Mace Windu explained.

“So my team and I will act as the security detail?”, Lexie asked before taking a sip of caf.

“It’s not that easy unfortunately”, Obi-Wan answered. “The Kaldonyans are opposed to a Jedi presence on the planet, they’re worried there could be repercussions from Count Dooku. They initially wanted to deny a GAR security force as well but they’ve finally agreed to allow a couple of troopers to accompany the Senator. However, they will not be allowed in the negotiation room or in the banquet hall-”.

“That’s where you and Rex come in”, Anakin piped in.

“Me and Rex?”, she repeated.

“You will go undercover as diplomatic aides. That way you can accompany Senator Amidala at all times”, Mace Windu clarified.

“Won’t they know Rex is a clone trooper?”, Lexie asked.

“As long as Fives and Echo keep their helmets on at all times when in public, they shouldn’t make the connection. Rex doesn’t have the standard clone haircut and he’ll be wearing civilian clothing as well”, Anakin said.

“Aright. When do we leave?”, she said, trying her hardest to conceal how happy the prospect of a mission with Rex had made her.

As she walked out of the briefing room she heard her name being called by Anakin.

“Could we talk, privately?”, he asked her.

“Sure, everything okay?”, Lexie replied.

Anakin motioned for her to follow him. The two Jedi walked down the hallway and entered Lexie’s office. She turned and looked at her friend. She could sense some anxiety surrounding his Force signature and it made her uneasy.

“Everything okay, Anakin?”, she repeated.

“I need you to promise me you’ll do everything to protect her”, he said in a serious voice.

“The Senator?”, she asked for confirmation, frowning in confusion.

“My wife”, Anakin confessed.

“Y-Your… your wife?”, Lexie said in disbelief, her eyebrows shooting up.

“Padmé and I got married right after the First Battle of Geonosis”, he explained.

“You’re joking”, she said.

She scanned his face for any sign of teasing and then reached through the Force. Anakin sensed her probing and opened his mind just enough so that she could make sure he was telling the truth.

“You’re not joking”, Lexie leaned on her desk, her brows furrowing.

“No. I’m not”.

A thousand thoughts raced through Lexie’s mind and she closed her eyes, trying to carefully select her next words.

“You’re breaking the Code-”

“Kriff the Code. We’re supposed to be compassionate but we’re not allowed to love? It’s banthashit and you know it”, he scoffed. “And don’t pretend like you’re following it, Lexie, I’ve seen how close you are to the men. Can you honestly tell me you haven’t formed attachments to any of them?”.

“Well I…”, she trailed off. Her mind immediately wandered to Rex. She knew Anakin was right. “I can’t say that”, she whispered.

“Do I have to worry that you’ll tell the Council?”

“I wouldn’t do that to you, don’t be ridiculous”, she scoffed.

Anakin smiled. “Good. I’m glad you finally know. I’ve wanted to tell you for months now, just never found the right time. And I was also starting to worry Rex would have a stroke if he had to lie to you about it again”, he chuckled.

“Rex knows?”.

“Yeah. He’s been covering for me every now and then, helping me while we’re off-planet and I want to talk to her”.

Lexie briefly raised her eyebrows. So that’s what “their thing” was.

“So you’ll protect her?”

“Of course I’ll protect her, Ani. You didn’t even need to confess your biggest secret for me to do it, it’s literally my duty”, she said a little irritated.

“Well now you know what the real stakes are”, he said with a chuckle. Lexie rolled her eyes.

He patted her shoulder then moved towards the door.

“Are you happy? Is it worth it, breaking the rules, having to keep it secret?”, she stopped him before he left.

“She’s worth it. I’ve never been happier than when I’m with her”, he said, then walked through the door.

Lexie didn’t move from the desk. Her mind was still processing the shocking information. She was also feeling something, an unpleasant ache in her stomach. She tried to place the feeling, to figure out what it was. Envy. She was envious of her friend she realised. He was a formidable Jedi, a skilled and respected general, but he was also happy, loved and in love. He had both. Why couldn’t she?

A small sound signalled the presence of someone outside her office and she finally moved from the desk. She found Echo stood in front of the door, helmet tucked between his arm and hip.

“Were you waiting for me? I thought you’d be with the others”, she asked.

“They’re waiting for us in the mess hall. I wanted to make sure you’ll join us”, he explained.

“I’m not that hungry. Think I’ll go have a shower and get ready for our departure”.

“Vod’ika I haven’t seen you eat a single ration bar in two rotations. You’re coming to the mess”, Echo ordered.

“Okay mom”, she rolled her eyes. "But really, I'm not hungry".

“Don’t make me tell Kix”, he threatened.

“You wouldn’t”, she said, crossing her arms over her chest and starring him down defiantly.

Echo pressed a few buttons on his vambrace and lifted his comm close to his mouth. “Kix, come in”.

“Fine! I’ll come to the mess”, Lexie conceded, lifting her hand up in an exaggerated movement. She was not in the mood for another lecture from the medic.

“Yes vod?”, Kix’s voice sounded through the comlink at the same time.

“Is everyone in the mess?”, Echo said into the comm.

“Yeah. We literally just agreed we’d meet here. Did you hit your head during your last mission or something?”, the medic replied after a second of static.

“Just checking. We’re on our way”.

Echo started walking towards the lifts, with Lexie following next to him.

“Just because you haven’t seen me eat doesn’t mean I haven’t”, she said.

“Yeah? When’s the last time you ate then?”, he pressed.

“Well… okay fine I didn’t have time today. But I did have a ration bar yesterday”.

Echo gave her a disapproving look. This was not the first time they had this conversation.

“Just don’t say anything to Rex. He’s already pissed off with Fives, don’t want him angry with me too for not looking out for you”, he said with a sigh.

“Rex is pissed off with Fives? Already? We just got here”, she asked confused.

“He didn’t say anything but he’s giving Fives that look as if he’s plotting his murder in his head. Not sure why”, Echo shrugged. “He seemed angry with him last time we all saw each other too. Could be the same reason”.

“Wait, before he left for the Battle of Dorin? He was angry with Fives then too?”, she asked, an anxious feeling stirring in her stomach.

“Yeah. He made him run extra laps during training and berated him for the smallest slip-up. Was pretty funny to watch to be honest”, he replied with a chuckle.

Lexie swallowed thickly and tried to keep her mind in check. She had forgotten about it during the weeks she’d been away, the fear that Rex somehow knew about her and the ARC trooper. But Fives had pissed Rex off in the past in so many different ways. Who knows what he did this time, right?

When they got to the mess, Lexie got some food and headed to their usual table. Fives was sat next to Jesse on one side, while on the other side she saw Rex, Hardcase and Kix. She decided to sit down next to the Captain, an action that seemed to surprise him a little. Echo sat down next to his twin and the group began catching up. It had been weeks since they’d all been together like this and Lexie was glad for the familiarity. And being so close to Rex again was really comforting. But he was tense, she noticed it. And she also noticed the glares he would shoot Fives whenever the ARC spoke.

“I’m sorry I wasn’t on Geonosis with you”, Lexie leaned closer to Rex to tell him, while the others were focused on Fives’ account of their last mission.

“You were needed elsewhere, General”, he replied in a low voice.

“I still feel like I should’ve been there for you. That’s where we first met after all... It’s sort of special. I mean it’s still a horrible place b-but it’s special... I-If it makes any sense”, she said with a nervous chuckle.

The look Rex gave her sent a shiver down Lexie’s spine. There was an emotion in his eyes she couldn’t discern. It looked a bit like sadness, but also laced with hope. The corner of his lips slightly lifted in a smile. “I know what you mean”.

“I’m really happy we finally have a mission together again. I’ve missed you”, Lexie admitted, bumping his leg with hers.

“Me too”, he said, mirroring the movement.

A few hours later, Lexie was aboard Padmé’s starship, en route to Kaldonya. She would have to get changed soon, as they were scheduled to arrive just as the welcome banquet was starting, a banquet Senator Amidala had to attend. She was nervous about it, she had not attended an event this formal in a long time. But she was also nervous about the mission. Knowing just how important Padmé was to her friend had sent her mind spiralling down a hole of worst-case scenarios.

She had tried to hide it, she made small talk and played Dejarik with Echo, but the men still noticed, and Fives came to check on her after a while, placing a hand on her shoulder and leaning close to ask in a whisper if she was okay. She usually would’ve been grateful for his concern, but on this particular occasion it only caused her more anxiety when she noticed the way Rex’s eyes had moved between her and the ARC trooper, the way his gaze turned cold, before getting up from his seat in the ship’s parlor room and walking out.

She couldn’t take it anymore. She needed to know if he knew. She needed to apologise and make it right. She needed him not to hate her like she worried he did. She needed him to know what he meant to her.

Lexie excused herself and followed the Captain out of the room and down the corridor.

“Rex”, she called after him. “Are you alright?”.

He stopped and turned to face her, trying to keep his expression neutral. “Yes, I’m fine”.

“Why are you angry with Fives?”, she asked after a brief hesitation.

“I’m not”, he replied a little too quickly.

“Rex, come on… is… is it because of me?”, she stepped closer to him, keeping her voice low.

The Captain caught her eyes for a second before averting his gaze to the floor. Lexie felt a pit form in her stomach.

“What do you know?”, she swallowed the lump in her throat.

“Nothing. It’s not my business anyway”, he replied dryly.

“Rex…”

“I really don’t want to talk about it”, he said, voice almost pleading.

“Rex, please. What do you know?”, she repeated the question, the anxiety making her feel nauseated.

The Captain let out a defeated sigh. “I-I came to check on you. The morning after… after they came back from ARC training”, Rex said quietly. The pain she saw in his eyes broke her heart. She had done that, she had caused that pain and she hated herself for it.

How do I make this right?

“I… I was drunk and-and he was drunk too… w-we were both too drunk. It didn’t mean anything Rex I-”, she blurted out.

“It’s not my business, Lexie. You don’t owe me an explanation”, he interrupted, the last words coming out almost as a whisper.

"B-but... I do", she mumbled, struggling to find the words to explain herself. Her heart was beating fast, and guilt and pain were filling her mind. “The last thing I wanted to do was hurt you, Rex. It's... it’s completely the opposite of what I wanted… I-I actually... I wished it was you", the words came tumbling out of her lips before she could stop them. His eyebrows shot up. Those were not the words he expected to hear.

"What?", he asked, eyes quickly darting up to meets hers.

She opened her mouth but then immediately closed it back. She had not expected to admit that out loud. Rex’s eyes were stuck to hers, his face a mixture of confusion and hope as he waited for a reply. She needed to say something, anything but the thoughts were racing around her mind so fast, she couldn’t string together a single coherent sentence. Before Lexie could figure out what to say, the door to the parlor room hissed open.

"We're almost out of hyperspace", Echo announced, walking towards them in the small corridor. "You two okay?", he asked after noticing their tense bodies and the shocked expressions on both of their faces.

Lexie cleared her throat which suddenly felt too dry. "Yeah, we're fine".

She walked away without looking at Rex. Her mind was a whirlwind of emotions that she was fighting to keep buried inside. Lexie had to focus now, the mission was about to start. She walked into one of the private chambers of the ship to get changed.

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notasimblr · 2 months ago

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nine people i wanna get to know better

ty sm to @bobodogma and @salemssimblr for the tags. i swear to god, whenver i get mentioned for something like this, i freak out like:

music: my fav music is super eclectic and influenced significantly by my emotions! lately, i've found that my 'go-to' is punk rock and sub-genres of alternative, like nu metal and progressive. my playlists are dominated by rancid, nofx, propagandhi, and bad religion but i also have weird lil routines where i listen to 'toxicity' by system of a down when i'm writing or afi when i'm cleaning. i also have days where i listen to the entire gorillaz discography, childish gambino, chance the rapper, kendrick lamar, kid cuddi in the same breath as ethel caine, or waterparks, or playlists inspired by 'so fresh' cds from 2000 if i'm feeling nostalgic on a friday! i kinda love a bit of everything??? like i'm keen for yungblud to drop his new album in june. the last song i listened to was literally 'hello heaven' for the millionth time.

colour: i have given up on answering this question. as an auDHD alien, there's always a theme of hyperfixation that bleeds into how i experience anything from music to colours! it's usually green, pink, blue or purple but it depends on the context too. like do we mean the colour of a bedroom wall or clothing for my vtm larp? you feel me? i also noticed this weird thing where i gravitate towards calmer colours when i'm going to therapy.

currently watching: i binge watch shows regularly so there's nothing consistent. i believe the last binge was school spirits! i have comfort material that i put on for background noise when i need to feel safe or want company without the overstimulation of having actual people there?? like the simpsons

last movie: ur gonna laugh but i had never seen mission impossible at an age where i could fully understand how fucking stupid it was and my husband is like ten years older than me so he's familiar with the original films and i put on the newest one while we were eating dinner…i didn't wanna sit there trying to find something to watch bc i had just cooked thai noodle soup but the lid fell off the salt shaker and ruined it so we had to get thai from the lil place around the corner.

currently reading: a book called the icepick surgeon by sam keane! i read almost exclusively non-fiction, with the exception of vtm lore books or sookie stackhouse novels lol

sweet, spicy, or savory?: all of them! i am the biggest sweet tooth on earth tho.

relationship: married for like four years now. 10/10 would recommend if ur both low-key and neurodivergent. here u go:

current obsession: writing reflection pieces as i attend trauma therapy and investigate different approaches to exploring my v complex internal family system? it's super interesting. obvs the sims, rendering, reading, writing, editing, rpg, gaming…vtm in general.

last google: dog vomit hot smelly - hahahah. our baby girl woke up at like 3am and i let her out to pee and she came back in and spewed all over our bed. like big australian shep cross kelpie vomit…not lil chunks ok. she is totally fine now so idk!

currently working on: reorganising my mods folder for the literal thousandth time. i keep promising myself that i won't expand beyond presets and skinblends but then i start adding makeup, hair, piercings, lil accessories, supernatural stuff like ears and tails, and then it's eyes and every nose mask u could possibly conceive of. i can't stick to basics, guys. like it's an issue.

my bad if u have already been tagged for something similar but i tag @aching-joints @skaterboisims @flovoid @elderwisp @azeternasims @plumbewb @fl0pera @blackeyedaliens

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echantedtoon · 5 months ago

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Obsession 憑 Ch56

Tagging: @lavenderdropp @supernovacoffeestop @gilded-sunrays @crescent-blades @yumakutagawa @kksmush @rjasmin2021 @ameyarain @daisy-is-gone @thotfulwriter @yimmy-homebase-world11 @whomisi

Remember if you want to be added to the taglist lemme know

(The song used is Young and Beautiful by Lana Del Rey linked below. I did switch around some of the words out to fit the setting more tho. The outfit Y/n wears is also linked.

Outfit

https://www.tumblr.com/itshauntedtoon/775223124419624960?source=share

Song

https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=79c2pSvz8IE&pp=ygUbWW91bmcgYW5kIGJlYXV0aWZ1bCBseXJpY3Mg )

Part 7 Eclipse

You couldn't bring yourself to eat anything.

It was like you've lost your appetite completely just hearing the crushing news. The mountain of dread filling up every inch of space in your stomach. So you just sat there staring down at the plate of bland vegetable soup in your hands that only the servants were allowed to eat. Uta had suggested you'd get something to eat too after just following them around all day numbly and doing everything they asked for on autopilot.

You couldn't even think. Just staring at the green slop watching as a wilted carrot top and lump of potato just floating in the sorry excuse for food. How did it come to this? Why? Those two questions were the only things that really bounced around in your head as you stared down at the bowl. Your reflection sadly staring up to you with sorrowful eyes.

You never wished for the comforting hugs of your family more than now.

"Miss Kamado."

You gasped jolting up at the voice before whirling your head around, soup sloshing in its bowl as red eyes widened at who was right behind you. ...And then immediately calmed down a little bit at seeing the beautiful face of a familiar behind you.

"L-Lady Haruhime." Said woman stood there silently as usual. Her hands clasped together in those long sleeves. Her dark eyes regarded you with a neutral look. "Oh. I-..Um." You looked between the bowl in your hands and her before awkwardly smiled. "I didn't hear you there. Are you in need of something?"

Her brow rose staring at the slop. "..I asked for you to run me a bath while I was discussing something with my fiance. When you didn't-" She looked back up to you. "-I came looking for you. What are you doing?"

"Oh. I'm just.." Going numb? Can't think of anything? Scared? "Thinking about what you asked me to do."

"What about it?," she asked stepping closer, her silks dragging behind her. "Everyone has spoken of your performances and I very much wanted to see you perform myself."

"That's just it. I haven't performed in months. Not since-.." Not since they discovered you, ruined your town, and kidnapped you and forced you to work here. "Not since I retired from singing. I don't know if I'm still good at it. Not at least without practice and rehearsing."

"Oh." Her eyes glanced up for a few seconds. "..Then perhaps that's why you look nervous."

"Nervous?"

"I'm not oblivious to your emotions," she calmly stated. "Im also not a cruel woman. Does it bother you enough that you need to back away from the offer?"

You blinked wide eyed. "Are you...offering me to back out of this?"

"I did say I am not a cruel woman did I not?"

You both stared at one another for a silent moment before with a sigh you turned away. "No. I'll sing."

"I was under the impression that you did not want to. I can always find a different singer."

"Yes but then I might get in trouble with Lord Tsugikuni more if he hears I refused to perform at his sons' joint engagement banquet."

"Are you in trouble with him?"

"You can say that yes. It's the entire reason why I'm here in the first place."

"I see."

There was silence again for a moment before you sighed and turned away. "I'll sing for your guests. It's a special day for you and Lady Uta so I don't want to ruin it."

She seemed surprised at your words raising her brows. "Are you certain? I heard the flute player sings along with the musicians sometimes."

"It's alright. Really."..You looked back to her. "I hope you don't mind me speaking my mind, but you are a very considerate person, Ma'am."

"I try to be fair to the less fortunate. As future empress, it will do good for my public image next to my husband," she explained. Considering the Tsugikunis' reputation that might be a good idea if she was going to be married to Michikatsu of all people. "As much as I love my fiance, his actions are going to hurt his future unless I lessen the damage."

Ah. Sounded about right. That reminded you you. "How did you two come to meet if you don't mind me asking?" You remembered that someone mentioned that she was in an arranged engagement with Michikatsu but you didn't remember ever seeing them together when staying in the palace.

"We're childhood friends," she explained turning back to give a grimace at your pathetic soup. "We used to play together often as children because my father is the Minister of Treasury for his majesty. Our engagement was predetermined from the moment we were born."

"And..Is he in love with you too?"

To your surprise her face smiled before looking at you and nodding. "Yes. I can read emotions very well. He loves me just as he also fell in love with another but for the sake of everyone he chose the option that would hurt less people."

You.. didn't know how to take that. Does that mean she knew what he did or who you were to him? Or does she not know it was you? You decided to not push your luck in that department and change the topic.

"That's good. You both deserve to be happy. What about Lady Uta? How did she come to be engaged to Prince Yoriichi? I would've thought that he also would've been engaged to a noble or wealthy lady."

Haruhime hummed in thought looking up at the ceiling. "From what I was told, Miss Uta was sent to Prince Yoriichi as a part of the peace treaty between the two kingdoms of war. It's not uncommon for kingdoms to marry two important figures together or send a concubine as a sign of trust between them."

"But..Lady Uta's not-"

"No. She's just a simple farm girl. Apparently Lord Kibutsuji thought it would be a good last jab to insult them by sending what many to consider a low class woman picked at random from his poverty riddled people."

"Couldn't they not refuse?"

"Not without causing unnecessary tension. Lord Kibutsuji insulted them by sending a commoner but it would've been seen as an even bigger insult to send back the woman and look ungrateful. It would just be easier to have her remain a concubine and then not have anything to do with her. Lord Tsugikuni was quite angry."

"But it seems that Yoriichi really seems to love her."

"Yes. It would seem so. Everything works itself out in the end." Her eyes again glanced at the bowl. "Are you going to feed the royal hunting dogs with that?"

"Huh?" You looked back to the food. "Oh. Miss Uta dismissed me to go eat dinner, but this is all the servants are served."

"Is that right?" Her grimace came back seeing probably a long after expired turnip bubbled up to the surface. "..Discard that immediately and come run my bath."

You sighed. "Yes, Ma'am." Not like you were planning on eating it anyways.

"When you're finished, go get dinner for myself and Lady Uta and bring it to my room."

Lady Uta? You blinked. "But she's dining with Prince Yoriichi in the garden tonight."

"The cook doesn't need to know that. You'll be needing to eat well if you're going to perform." You only stared at her stunned. "Oh. I was told you suffered an accident not too long ago. How are you fairing?"

She knows about you getting pushed off the balcony? Well other than the scars on your back and the mysterious disappearance of the sisters that still sent shivers down your spine, you were doing rather well.

"I'm much better. Thank you for asking. Shinobu already told me that I'm fully healed."

She smiled. Her smile was tiny but it was sweet and suited her slim features. "That's good. I wouldn't want my lady in waiting to get hurt again. Now run along and do as I say please."

You smiled brightly at her. "Yes, Ma'am. Thank you. You're a very beautiful person inside and out."

Her eyes blinked, widening slightly before her head turned and a large sleeve covered her face. "*ahem* Yes..Th-Thank you. Please take care of what I asked."

"Will do!"

You felt better after having the talk with Lady Haruhime and later eating some cooked beef and rice from the kitchen to help settle your nerves. That still didn't get away you'd nerves though. Because now you only had three days to figure out what you were going to do instead of four. The guts churned every time you thought about it.

The only things you knew was that they wanted you to sing for them and Lady Haruhime wanted a love song. That alone wasn't too hard. You knew some love songs from your days performing so choosing one wasn't too hard, one of your favorites actually. You just hoped that you weren't too rusty.

Life didn't change too much after your talk with Lady Haruhime. You still slept in the maids' courters and learnt to get up earlier than a lot of people and slap yourself together to look somewhat presentable so you had enough time to get TWO royal ladies ready for the day. Really you only had to follow them around, serve them, clean their rooms, and do things they asked. It wasn't easy by any means especially with two women but it was arguably better than being a maid.

Most of the time you just stood off to the side as they interacted with the world around them or discussed wedding preparations with the princes within a month's time. Guess Lord Tsugikuni wasn't waiting any longer for getting his sons married off and becoming a grandfather. You weren't bothered by that. At least with them focused on other women, you'd be free of half hour problems. Three days turned into two and an influx of guests arrived to stay at the estate. Ministers and their wives and children, Court ladies, nobles' official consorts, high ranking army generals, and a few people whom were technically commoners but their families were wealthy or owned large businesses enough to be higher regarded.

You were barely able to register them all from the sudden crowd of strangers roaming around the halls and arriving in carriages or on horses two days or the day before the engagement ceremony. Honestly you almost lost Uta and Haruhime in the crowds a few times. The dizziness and gut churning nerves were enough to make you pale but you sucked it up and did nothing but follow them around silently and help them out. Luckily no one seemed to notice the servant girl standing behind them as they just greeted the guests, thanking them for coming, or clinging to the princes' sides of things became overwhelming.

Breath. Just breath. It was only one night and one song that wouldn't be even ten minutes long. You would be perfectly fine.

Then the day finally arrived. The night of engagement banquet. From what you could recall, it'd be just a giant banquet to celebrate the joint engagements of the princes and the future princesses. There was going to be a lot of food, (gossip-) talking, some performances, and some gifts given to the couples or Tsugikuni Clan in general as is customary for these things. Sounded easy enough.

Most of the servants were already decorating the large dining hall or preparing food for the big night. As for you- You were currently standing off awkwardly to the side watching as Uta and Haruhime were being practically swarmed by women like bees to two beautiful flowers. Tailors had been called in to personally make custom beautiful dresses for each woman, with professional makeup artists and hairstylist. You heard that they came all the way from the Entertainment District and we're responsible for the most beautiful Oirans' looks but you weren't sure how true that was. Wouldn't surprise you if that was the case however.

Both ladies looked absolutely stunning in the flowing silks with detailed floral patterns, and their hair held up in kogai(hair sticks) and intricate floral kanzashies to match along with their sakura flower and spider lily themed dresses. You thought they both looked rather beautiful. The hired help was doing a very good job with making them stand out amongst all the other female guests attending tonight.

"I'm not sure about this," Uta mumbled looking very nervously at herself in the mirror and placing a hand to her cheek, "Is all this really nessacary?"

"My lady! Refrain from touching your face! You'll ruin your makeup!"

"Ah!" Immediately her hand retracted from her face smudging some of the blush used already. "I'm so sorry! I forgot!"

Who must've been the head stylist was already shooing her hands at the women fussing over them. "Wash it off and fix it immediately! I'll be a laughing stock if she goes out looking like a cheap geisha after a tavern fight!"

Uta looked hurt by the comment looking down in shame as someone pressed a cloth to her cheek cleaning up the makeup she smudged.

"You shouldn't talk to her like that," you spoke up looking at the head woman with annoyance. "She's going to be your princess soon."

"Then perhaps she should've learnt to-"

"Finish that sentence and I have no fear in punching you in the face!" An uncomfortable silence fell upon the room as practically everyone turned to stare at your face scowling hard at the woman. Uta especially went wide eyed at you in awe. "If you're afraid of your precious reputation getting tarnished by her just looking a little smudged then I wonder what would happen if anyone told Prince Yoriichi you disrespected his fiance! So keep your mouth shut and make them look beautiful. THAT is why you were hired! No one gives a shit about your opinions here! So shove them down your throat before I do it myself!"

They looked at you stunned other than It's whom was staring at you in awe and Haruhime whom looked both very surprised and amused by what was going on. After a moment of staring the elderly woman just scowled harder at you before turning back around and clapping her hands jolting the ten something women into scrambling to finish up their looks. You weren't going to tolerate them bringing down Uta like that. She was one of the only people here that's been so nice to you and you weren't going to tolerate her getting defamed like that. She looked thankful for the help before Haruhime turned to look at you.

"Have you decided to not sing after all?," she questioned.

"Huh?" You blinked. "No. I'm st-still going to perform." No matter how much it made you nervous.

Her dark eyes looked you up and down clearly judging the bland white yakata all female servants were forced to wear in the palace. ".. You're going to perform for our guests dressed like that?"

You blinked looking down at yourself. "But ..these are the only clothes I have."

She regarded you for a moment before pointing a hand at her. "Make her look presentable."

"My lady?"

"If she were to look like that while entertaining my guests, I'll be seen as money guzzling for providing cheap entertainment. Not to mention it'll look terrible on the name I'm already trying to establish." She waved her hand off at them. "Make her look decent at least. This is my engagement party, not just any celebration."

....The older woman sighed before gritting her teeth and bowing at the actual noble woman. "As you wish, My Lady."

You didn't have any time to give a counter argument for them before you were suddenly grabbed by two girls whom dragged you away to a changing divider immediately. You blinked. One moment you looked nothing but a typical poor maid, the next you were literally squeezed into a flowing silk dress and having your hair yanked through to be styled and brushed. Yelps and curses escaped your throat from the rough treatment your scalp was receiving as two girls yanked through the hair before just putting it up in a too tight bun and shoving a comb in your black locks.

By the time you were shoved in front of the mirror, your head throbbed from the pain and your face was lightly pink from how harshly they cleaned it before slapping on makeup. If you knew you were going to be going through heck then you would've just done it yourself.

"Whoa! You look so pretty, Y/n!," Uta gaped as she stared at you.

You stared back at the reflection in the mirror. You.. didn't look so bad. The dress you wore was pretty, sky blue at the top before fading to pretty pink with pink and orang flowers scattered about it. Your hair in a too tight but neat bun and a decorative white flower comb was shoved in it. You looked nice, not as nice as Uta or Haruhime but you weren't expecting to out stage the women at their own engagement party. Compared to them even your makeup was light.

"There. Now that's more like it." Haruhime stated looking satisfied with how you looked now slowly standing up. "I think it's time we go make an appearance. It'd be very rude to keep our guests waiting."

You only bowed obediently and made sure to follow the two ladies as they exited. Lady Haruhime was gracefully walking while Uta looked like she was trying not to fall over the long silks dragging around her. Poor Uta. It was rather clear to see who wasn't the noble woman amongst the two of them. Your outfit was rather plain compared to theirs or any of the other female guests you passed so you wouldn't know about that but you were glad at least you wouldn't be standing out...

At least not until you sang like you promised.

You followed the two down the halls and towards the crowded areas of the estate. The sudden shift of amount of people made your guts churn but you sucked it up and bit down your anxiety for now.

"Lady Haruhime!," an older woman faked a smile to the lady. She must've been the wife or mother to one of the nobles here. "You look as radiant as ever. The Minister must be very proud to have such a beautiful woman as his daughter." She faked pleasantries but even you could tell it was just flattery to get on her good side.

However she only smiled from behind her sensu fan. "Thank you. I do hope you enjoy the festivities. Please excuse me. I must find my fiance."

Actually (and you can't believe you were thinking this-) finding Yoriichi wasn't such a bad idea. Uta was floundering around taking awkward steps to not trip over, and looking scared like a lost fawn in a field of wolves. It'd be best to find Yoriichi and push her into his arms so the crazy bear can beat off the wolves for her. So tho it may have looked improper, you shooed the wobbly Uta after Haruhime. If Michikatsu was nearby then Yoriichi wouldn't be far behind, and if he wasn't then at least one scary prince would be enough.

Honestly you were starting to feel very bad for Uta whom probably didn't know anything about royal educate or how to navigate these things. Neither did you to be honest but at least you knew how to somewhat act from your time being a soldier and maid here. Poor woman kept her head down and followed her soon to be sister-in-law like a lost duckling reaching out to grab her dress. Maybe to not loose her in the crowd and gaining quite a few looks from people, and holding up her dragging silks with the other. Haruhime paid no attention to her actions and just kept walking towards the center of the crowd with you following up the rear. You wanted to partially face palm at her and partially help hide her but there was limited things you could do but just follow her and catch her if she tripped.

The three of you pushed through the crowd feeling stares and hearing compliments or congratulations towards the two ladies making even you uncomfortable and you weren't the one being stared at. You felt very sorry for Uta, but you can't say you were relieved that for once you were off the radar. Guess the commoner princess was a bigger deal than the traitor woman who dressed up as a man in the army now. The crowd seemed to go on forever until the three of you reached the middle of the room.

Ah. There they were.

The two princes looked to be in the middle of a conversation with the Minister of Foreign Affairs until Yoriichi happened to look boredly and in an instant his face lit up happy seeing the wobbly awkward woman there.

"UTA!!" He happily turned around without a second thought. Arms out and in just a few seconds his towering form was holding his woman by her upper arms. "There you are! I was waiting for you all night! Look at you." His plum eyes ran over her beaming with a smile. "You look absolutely gorgeous!" ..His eyes blinked upon noticing the equally dressed up woman next to them. "Oh. You both do."

"I thank you, Your Majesty." Haruhime bowed her head lightly to him. "You look rather dashing yourself tonight. I don't think I've seen you this handsome since the celebration of peace at last between our nations. I do hope you're fairing better these days."

Yoriichi nodded. "Yes. I am. Thank you, Lady Haruhime. I assume you're looking for, Brother."

"That's right. Oh. Here he comes now."

Michikatsu had said something to the Minister before turning and coming over to your group. "Haruhime." He greeted calmly with a head bow to her. "You look lovely."

"Thank you, Husband. The servants did an excellent job so the credit should go to them."

He hummed, probably still not too trusting of the staff after what they pulled. "I see... Well then they may have beef and bread for their dinner tonight as reward."

Beef and bread to go along with the vegetable slop. How generous of them. You couldn't help but roll your eyes looking away and sighing. That was a mistake however because it had caught Michikatsu's gaze. And then he stopped. And stared. His eyes going wide looking you up and down in seemingly awe.. before he quickly switched back to his neutral face, turning back to his fiance.

"I hope your lady in waiting has been good to you."

"Y/n has been amazing help." She smiled at him. "She's very hard working and responsible."

He hummed again, glancing to you, before looking back to her and extending an arm. "Come. The feast is about to begin. You should eat something."

Oh thank goodness. You thought they'd never use that as a distraction. You ignored the way Yoriichi practically let his jaw drop seeing you for a brief moment and the side glances Michikatsu gave you throughout the next three hours. You kept your mouth shut, and just stood off to the side unless one of the ladies needed you refill their cups or grab them something. Maybe, just maybe they'd be so busy talking to guests and themselves that they'd completely forget about you singing. After all the evening has been filled with so many other beautiful performances. The royal musicians had been playing so many beautiful tunes this whole time, and someone had brought in professional Kabuki actors to put on one of Prince Yoriichi's favorite shows. Geisha women danced and got lots of laughter and smiles from the audience.

You were quite enjoying yourself as well. The shows were pleasant to watch and a relaxing feeling washed over you from where you stood. Until you felt a tug on your sleeve to get your attention. You looked down. You made eye contact with Haruhime. And she smiled at you.

"Y/n, I would like you to sing for us next." You froze. "I've been looking forward to hearing your lovely voice all night. Do go sing for us."

"...O-Of course."

The crowd is a river of people, everyone moving in the same direction. There are only joyful faces as she heads toward the stage, full of adrenaline pumping her heart with nerves as she shook and trembled from the head down. Each person in the crowd moved as if unseeing hands drag them this way and that, pulling their eyes to one thing and then another. They respond in predictable ways, each of them with their own thoughts on the evening. But underneath her body trembled and shook the moment her foot stepped into the center of the room. A ghost hand grabbing her throat and squeezing her words back cruelly and coldly. Stares of many on her trembling face and threatening to not let a peep get out of her.

Over with. Just get this over with. Be still her pumping heart. Gulp down air no matter how dry her throat was and ignore the stares given here.

"I've seen the world.~ Done it all.~ Had my share now.~ Diamonds, brilliance, and pure love now.~" The voice softly spoke. Drifting up on the air and echoing off the polished walls like a echoing heaven. "Hot summer nights, mid-July when you and I were forever wild.~ The crazy days, star lit nights.~ The way you'd play with me like a child.~"

Singing had a way of releasing the emotions that were held within, of showing them both door and key. Of keeping an instrument no one else could match or sing but yourself where no one else could play it. The silence of the world around her twisted with nothing but her own tune carrying out into the room and with it came the spectacle eyes of the audience she was trying so hard to not become afraid of. To just sing and let the sound paint a color of their own accord for others to see with hearing.

"Will you still love me when I'm no longer young and beautiful?~ Will you still love me when I got nothing but my aching soul?~ I know you will, I know you will, I know that you will.~ Will you still love me when I'm no longer beautiful?~" A delicate neck bobbed in a gulp noticing the intense stares of the two men sat in the middle of the table staring at her without blinking unmoving statues. "I've seen the world.~ Built it up as my stage now.~ Channeling a love in the new age now.~ Hot summer days.~ You and me.~ The way I'd play for you at my show.~"

She felt like collapsing on the stage, her legs shaking beneath her elegantly flowing dress. The makeup hid her pale beneath a blanket of make up. She heard the deep inhales taken at the sight of her. The intensity of the weight of those stares was mostly coming from the center as the colors of pomegranate and black pierced through the veil and seemed to seize her mind, body, and soul in the moment.

"And all the ways I got to know your pretty face and pure hearted soul.~Will you still love me when I'm no longer young and beautiful?~ Will you still love me when I got nothing but my aching soul?~" Red eyes made contact once more between two other pairs. Feminine black pairs. One of awe and one of adoration as the wives beside the princes seemed to pierce her like thorns on a rose."I know you will, I know you will, I know that you will.~ Will you still love me when I'm no longer beautiful?~"

Fear seized her as she took gentle steps on stage. Red eyes closed and then she sang and her fears melted. The words rolled off her lips as though she had known them her whole life. The crowd sat mystified by her angelic voice as she sang the words they knew only so well.

Her initial fears driven away, the evening faded into a swirl of color and song.

"Oh gods, when I get to Heaven, please let me bring my man.~ When he comes, tell me that you'll let him in.~ Oh gods, tell me if you can.~ All that grace.~ All that body.~ All that face makes me want to love him.~ He's my sun.~ He makes me shine like diamonds.~"

The rising highschool were lowered with each new emotion added to the song as the moment faded in and out of minds and the almost whoozy looks yearning for the last bit of taste the song would give them.

"Will you still love me when I'm no longer young and beautiful?~ Will you still love me when I got nothing but my aching soul?~ Iknow you will, I know you will, I know that you will.~Will you still love me when I'm no longer beautiful?~Will you still love me when I'm no longer beautiful?~Will you still love me when I'm not young and beautiful?~"

The tempos and echoes dispersed. The silence replacing the sorrowful noise from before and turning the room into an unavoidable entropy of quietness. No one moving or looking away until one noise did come from.

A clap.

A slow small sound going off again and again as a small sound from a person. Until he was joined by another and another until the room was filled with the sounds of an uproar of smiles allowing you to force a shaking smile, bow, and then quickly exit the center of attention to go back to your spot in the corner. Please don't bother you. Please don't bother you. Please don't let anyone ask for a second song. It's bad enough that a couple of them seemed to stare at you like cats at mice.

Unfortunately you wouldn't be left alone for now (or ever-)-

"You sing so pretty!" You were really hoping Uta wouldn't gush at you catching the attention of multiple other people.

Instead you smiled awkwardly at her. "Ahehe. Tha-Thank you. I'm glad your highnesses like my singing enough to compliment me."

"Could you sing at our wedding too?!", she blurted out without thinking making you freeze again. "It'd be just like a fairytale!"

"Oh. I- Uh-.." You looked between her large smiling face, Haruhime, and the two twins staring at you. Trying to think of an excuse to refuse. "I'm sure there's plenty other singers that are way more elegant than I am-"

"She will perform." Michikatsu turned back to his food as you gaped at him. "I will give you that as a wedding gift."

Immediately you glared at the back of his head. That stupid son of a- !! He was making you sing for their wedding so he wouldn't have to bother with getting his brother and Uta a wedding gift. Yoriichi perked up.

"Thank you, Brother. That's very thoughtful of you. I'll have her play an instrument.as well as my gift to you."

You gaped at him as well. Oh those two sons of a b-

"Y/n?" You flinched looking back to Uta holding a cup. "I don't like this wine. Can you get me some milk or water instead?"

You sharply inhaled putting on a strained smile. "Of course, Lady Uta. I'll be right back." You gritted your teeth before turning and stomping off to a different part of the table.

Those asses! Mule faced jerks!! Curse them and their father too!! You seethed walking your way down the tables passing guests, guards watching for suspicious behavior, and other servants serving the guests. You just ignored them all until you saw what you were looking for. A pitcher of water. As much as you'd like to dump water on one twin and hit the other one over the head with the pitcher, you'd just satisfy your wrath by imagining it in your head. With the pitcher in your hands, you turned around, only to freeze seeing the front of a silk haori cost. You blinked staring at the pretty zig zag pattern of colors on it before looking up and realizing that it was a person.

A man with a mustache looked down at you. He smiled. A smirking smile with horrible intent that you hated immediately.

"You are the singer that sang just now yes?," he asked with a head tilt. "I must say that it was a very good performance."

"..Thank you." You made to side step but stopped when he moved to block your path.

"Are you related to the Tsugnakunis by chance?," he questioned without a second thought to your glare. "I haven't seen you before. So are you a neice or their cousin?"

"Neither. I'm lady in waiting to the princesses." Or soon to be princesses as they aren't married yet. "Now please stand ahead. I must tend to Princess Uta right away."

"What's the hurry? That girl can spare a servant for a little while." He reached out towards your face making you lean back from him. "You're so beautiful..I can't help but what to feel your soft skin-"

"Y/n."

You both jumped and looked behind the man. Your red eyes widened. "Lady Haruhime!"

The woman stood there with an expression on her face that you couldn't decipher. "You were taking too long. Must you make a fool of me to come get you in front of our guests."

Taking too long? You hadn't even been gone ten minutes. Whatever. You'd use the excuse to get away from this creep. "I'm very sorry for keeping you waiting, My Lady." You quickly side stepped him to go up to her. "I was caught up in conversation."

"Do not let it happen again. Now go. Lady Uta is in need of your service."

"Yes, Ma'am."

Thank the gods! You quickly slipped past her mouthing a thank you to her earning a smile similar to Shinobu's. Easily slipping back into the crowd and out of sight. Leaving the two nobles standing there..The man stumbled back in horror as her head snapped inhumanly at him and doll like eyes stared at him with evil wrath.

"D o n o t t o u c h w h a t i s n t y o u r s."

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Hiii

Noticed Im equally obsessed w slow horses and I love your FICS soooo I just want to ask if you could do a River x Sid fic bc I love their chemistry but there isn't enough to read ABT them :(((

Prompt: After everything that's happened in Slough house, River and Sid are back at the park (and are kinda legends BC they've been through it and survived etc). New co-worker has a thing for Sid and keeps making a pass at her despite being constantly shot down. He notices River is always in the background fuming whenever he's with her and would comes up to her after he's gone so he clocks that River must be into her too.

So to get him out the picture he tried to embarrass him at a meeting by "accidentally" revealing Rivers interest in her and tries to make him look like a creep by saying that he's noticed that River has some of her possessions/knows personal info ABT Sid that no co-worker should.

At the end of it all Sid raises a hand and points to her engagement ring on her finger while River looks all smug and hot (sorry I couldn't resist) at the end if the table

Turns out the entire office already knew ABT them BC they have functioning eyes, also he's new and didn't know. To make things worse Lady Di calls him out for stalking and harassing his co-workers, turns out the entire office has been watching him make a fool of himself the whole week but they were starved for entertainment so no one said anything.

Later we get a snapshot of River and Sid just laughing ABT it back at home and a little domestic fluff.

Sorry ik it's long and feel free to take any liberties (no smut tho pls) I just miss them SM

Tysm for reading this through, if you don't want to write it pls do lmk BC I'll be at the edge of my seat for weeks waiting in suspense otherwise ❤️❤️

Hi love! I'm so sorry this took so long - thank you for your patience 🥰

Hope you enjoy this cute little one-shot!

River Cartwright x Sid Baker fluff

The Bet

“Got you a tea, Sid,” he smiled earnestly.

“Ah, thanks Luke. Need this,” she inhaled, savoring the warmth on her face.

“Late night?” He queried.

“Not especially,” she blushed.

“Not out on the town then?”

“Nah, just a quiet one at home. Got a bit competitive over Monopoly.”

“Flatmates eh, who'd have ‘em.”

“Yeah,” she looked up briefly as River used the shortcut through her office to the stairs. “Especially when they forget to wash up.”

She didn't miss the glare River shot Luke on his way past.

“Need anything?” He asked, “just popping to the shop.”

“No thank you,” Sid arched an eyebrow and River disappeared down the stairs.

She looked back to Luke, still eagerly perched on the edge of his desk.

“How about you?”

“Oh, I’m rubbish at Monopoly.”

Sid laughed politely,

“I meant did you do anything?”

“Nah, quiet night. No one's got any money in January anyway.”

“Oh, for sure.” She toyed with her necklace.

“Better get on, Lamb needs these files sorting.”

“He's all bark and no bite really.”

“Only to you. Loves you, don't he?” Luke settled back at his desk, looking distracted, “and Cartwright,” he added darkly.

“I'm not sure if I'd stretch to love.” She grinned. “We're just old guard around here, that's all.”

The lower door banged and River bounced up the stairs two at a time.

He used their office as a shortcut again and dropped a chocolate bar on Sid's desk.

This time, Luke was the one shooting daggers at River's back as he left.

“Can I ermm… can I walk you to the tube later?”

“Oh, River and I are going for a drink with Lou, actually.”

“Maybe I could tag along?”

“Maybe not, mate, eh?” River spoke up, appearing in the doorway again. “It's an old guard thing, y'know?”

Luke frowned.

“Right.” He turned to Sid. “Another time then, Sid? Yeah?”

She pursed her lips, hiding her smile.

“Yeah, maybe. We'll see.” She checked her watch, “Ah shit, I'm late for Catherine. Play nice you two.” She grabbed her laptop and headed for the top floor.

“Give up, Lukey. She's not interested,” River warned.

“You've just been resigned to the friendzone, mate,” Luke stressed. “Time to let someone else have a go.”

“Have a go? Interesting way of putting it. I'm sure Sid'd like that.”

Luke scoffed.

“Oh come on, as if you know any better than I do what she likes? You just like to think you know.” Luke rose from his desk chair to full height, which was still a couple of inches shorter than River. “You're just another reject, you're no more special than anyone else here.”

River smiled and dragged his hand over his lengthening beard.

“Including you then, right? Since you're here as well. Be interested to know how you wound up here, I bet that's a story.”

So far, Luke had managed to persuade Ho to keep the reason he was at Slough House under wraps from everyone else by turning up with a fresh case of Red Bull every few days.

“You're probably right, though,” River continued “I haven't got a clue, really. About Sid, about this place… just another reject, exactly like you said.”

Luke nodded firmly. Victorious despite his unease.

Cartwright was a different breed.

Always watching him, always listening, always there.

The closer Luke got to asking Sid out, the quicker Cartwright was there to insert himself into the conversation.

Luke hated having competition.

Not that Cartwright could ever be considered competition.

There was something, though.

The cause of the unease that Luke had been able to pinpoint.

He didn’t give up.

Tenacious, his mum called him.

Pigheaded. Stubborn. Obstinate.

Those tended to be the words others banded around instead.

Ex-girlfriends in particular.

River was stubborn though.

And occasionally pigheaded.

Sid didn’t seem to brush him aside so easily.

So Luke dug in.

Tried again.

~~~~~~

“Got you a tea, Sid.” He placed it carefully on her desk amidst the piles of paper dotted around.

Next to it, he put a chocolate bar. The same one he’d seen River leave for her a few days previously.

“Thanks, Luke. Blimey, I’m slacking on the office tea front. Sorry, just really trying to understand…” her voice trailed off as she continued reading without looking up at him. She held the pendant on the chain around her neck, he hadn’t actually seen the necklace. It was either hidden by her clothes, or she was holding it as if it’d fall right off her. “Yeah,” she looked up at last, “sorry, like I said, this stuff is really detailed. Just trying to get my head around it. Oh! Chocolate. Was that you?”

He nodded, then realised he probably looked like a puppy or a child.

“Yeah, thought you might need a pick up.”

“God, I really do. Forgot lunch today, no bread.”

“Those bloody flatmates again?”

“Something like that,” she held up her hand, waited, and then sneezed. “Got a cold as well, helpfully.”

“Well, I can always go and get you something -” as Luke extended his offer, River breezed through the office and put a pot of steaming soup on Sid’s desk, along with a box of flu tablets.

“Amazing, I’m dying,” she looked up at him, her nose red.

“I know. It’s from Mrs Li downstairs, she said it’s great for a cold.”

“Maybe this stuff is the reason Lamb is never ill.” She wondered, prising off the lid and inhaling the steam that billowed up.

“More than likely,” he agreed, taking one of the largest piles of paperwork from Sid’s desk. “I’ll take these.”

"Oh, the great Cartwright, always the first to volunteer for extra work. Must be trying to impress someone." Luke grumbled.

"Says the guy who spends more time talking than working. Don't you have something better to do, like staring at the back of Sid's head?"

“Alright you two, I’m too full of cold to deal with your shit today. Another word and I’ll make sure you both get struck down by it as well.”

Luke sunk back in his chair, glaring at River who gave him the finger and took himself back to his own office.

“He’s always skulking around,” he muttered once River had gone.

“Is he?” Sid asked, cautiously taking a sip of her soup.

“You haven’t noticed?”

“We’ve worked together a long time, I guess I don’t notice.” She smiled.

“So, about that drink?”

“What drink?” “The one we were going to get together?”

Sid blinked.

“Honestly Luke, I feel like I’ve been run over. I just want to go to bed and sleep for a week. I’m definitely not up for a drink.”

“Right. Yeah, course. Maybe when you feel better.”

She hummed and went back to her soup.

By mid afternoon, she was, as River put it, ‘on her arse’.

“Go home, get some rest. You’ll feel better tomorrow.” He ordered.

Luke rolled his eyes.

“She’s not a kid, Cartwright.”

“Thanks for your input, stalker.”

Sid raised a hand to stop the arguing, but dropped it straight away. River held her coat open.

“I’ll walk you to the tube, Sid.” Luke started.

“It’s ok, my car is downstairs. I’ll drive.” River interrupted, his mouth in a firm like. “Come on, you’ll be home in ten minutes, I promise.”

“I live twenty minutes away,” she sighed, her brow furrowed and her voice laced with exhaustion.

“Only when you’re driving,” he teased lightly. Sid leaned into him and he shot a smug grin over her head at Luke, who scowled back.

By the time River had made the round trip, Luke was making coffee.

He placed a mug next to Luke’s in front of the kettle, helped himself to the instant coffee, and continued through to his office to take off his coat.

"You really think you stand a chance with Sid?” He asked as he came back.

“Yeah, actually. I do.”

“Bit full of yourself, aren't you?"

"At least I'm not just sitting back and letting her slip through my fingers. I'm actually taking a chance. Unlike you, who's just too afraid to make a move."

River frowned, searching his pockets for something.

"Oh yeah, and how's that working out for you? She's still not interested in you, is she?” He looked victorious as he pulled a delicate gold necklace from his shirt pocket.

Luke stared at what he knew, he knew, was Sid’s necklace.

He watched River put it safely back in his pocket.

“She’s interested. She just don’t want to deal with you having a shitfit over it.”

River shrugged. “If you say so.”

“Can’t wait to see you cry when you find out I got her into bed.” Luke grinned. “Kettle’s boiled.”

“Changed my mind. Just got to go out, actually. Don’t form a harem or anything while I’m gone. Lou, Catherine, even Shirley. I bet they’re all dying to jump into bed with you.”

Luke stepped forward into River’s space.

“You need to be knocked down a bit, mate. Think you’re king of the fuckin’ castle ‘ere, don’t you?”

“Nah, not at all. I’m just not a complete twat.” River sneered.

“Sometimes you are. Friend.” Louise nudged past him to get into the kitchen.

“Thanks, friend.” He acknowledged, turning from Luke with a final glare.

“He’s got Sid’s necklace,” Luke said once he heard the lower door slam.

“Has he?” Louise asked distractedly.

“Yeah, I saw it.”

She looked up at him and stared for a moment before shrugging.

“I didn’t see anything.”

~~~~~~

“Who’s got the traffic offence files?” Shirley asked, reading over Catherine’s shoulder.

“I think Louisa had them,” Sid offered as Louisa nudged the door with her foot and came through with a tray of mugs.

“I did have that one, but I gave it to Ho to run plates.”

“All done,” Ho held up a file and passed it to Catherine with one hand, while reaching for his coffee with the other. “Did ya bring biscuits Guy?”

“Kitchen, get them yourself.”

Their weekly office meeting was in full swing, and the team was discussing the progress on some ongoing projects.

“Alright, next on the list -” Shirley looked again at Catherine’s list.

“Shirley, could we just wait til everyone’s here and I can go through things properly?”

“Soz, just trying to get this torture over with,” she grumbled, dropping into a chair.

“It’s over when I say so,” Lamb told her firmly, taking a seat at the head of the table. “Right, Standish, let’s get this crap over with.”

“See!” Shirley exclaimed.

Lamb looked over the top of his glasses.

“Dander has volunteered for the 1992 file.” He told Catherine, who made a note.

Everyone groaned.

“What’s up with that?” She asked, worriedly.

“1992 files are messed up, everything from ‘92 is filed -” River started.

“Incorrectly.”

“Like shit.”

“In the bin.”

“Fucking wonderful.” Shirley sighed.

Suddenly, Luke spoke up, his tone accusatory.

"Hey, Cartwright," he began, fixing him with a steely gaze. "What's up with that necklace you had the other day? I saw you with it.”

All eyes swivelled to Luke.

Lamb frowned.

“What exactly does that have to do with this meeting?” He looked up at Cathering, “do I really need to do this? This lot are useless, a weekly meeting is hardly going to fix that.”

“We thought it might make the office more… harmonious.”

“Is that the royal we?” He questioned, picking up his mug and leaning back in his chair. His feet came up to the table, nudging a pile of papers closer to Sid.

"What necklace?” River sighed.

Luke crossed his arms, "don't play dumb. I saw you carrying around Sid's necklace the other day. You know, the one she always wears?”

The attention turned to River.

“Such a creep, you say I’m the stalker but you’re the one nicking her jewelry and buying her lunch, driving her home…”

“If we can get back on topic,” Catherine attempted.

"What are you talking about, Luke?" Sid moved her collar aside, "I'm wearing my necklace now?”

Luke's eyebrows furrowed in confusion as he looked at Sid's neck, realizing she was indeed wearing the necklace he had seen River with.

He looked back at River, trying to backtrack.

"Wait, what? ... I must have been mistaken," he mumbled, his confidence wavering.

“Standish, give Lukey-boy the ‘92 files. Dander, call this your reprieve.”

“Right, moving on then -”

"Oh, I know what he's on about," River acknowledged, turning to Sid. "The thing, y'know?"

She nodded in understanding.

"Ah, of course," she said, a hint of recognition in her tone. "The necklace."

The rest of the office looked back and forth between River, Sid, and Luke, trying to piece together the situation.

Lamb’s mug hit the table with force.

“Can someone just put me out of my misery before I start firing you all?”

"We should probably just…" Sid shrugged, "tell them?"

"Only if you want to?" River said.

The office fell silent, and all eyes were on Sid and River.

Sid glanced around at her coworkers, seeing the mixture of confusion and curiosity on their faces. She took a deep breath and nodded.

"Yeah, might as well," she said, her hand instinctively going to touch her necklace, but faltering slightly.

“Might as well?” River grinned, “thanks a lot.”

As Sid’s hand came down from where it had gone to reach for her necklace, Louisa squeaked.

“Oh!”

Luke frowned, looking around as Louisa, and then Catherine quickly caught onto whatever was going on.

“Oh how lovely!” Catherine exclaimed, rising from her chair and going around the table to them.

“Anyone want to fill me in?” Ho asked, confused.

Sid held up her left hand where a beautiful ring had been noticed by Louisa.

“We got engaged over Christmas,” she beamed, looking over to Lamb.

“Who’s we?” Luke asked. His question was soon answered as Catherine moved from hugging Sid, to River. “Him?!”

“The ring didn’t fit, so I was wearing it on my necklace til River got it resized.” Sid explained from somewhere in Louisa’s arms. “We were just waiting for the right time to tell you all.”

“‘Bout time,” Lamb muttered, not moving his feet from the table. “He asked me bloody ages ago!”

Sid looked up from Louisa’s hug.

“What do you mean?”

“He,” he pointed at River, “asked my permission weeks ago.”

“I did tell you I was going to ask at Christmas,” River pointed out.

“You asked Lamb for permission?” Sid smiled softly.

River shrugged.

“Work dad.”

“Wait, wait,” Luke spoke up, “so you all knew they were together?”

“Duh,” Shirley looked at him in disgust.

“Oh Luke, you really should pay closer attention.” Louisa sighed, handing him the ‘92 files.

“We do have eyes, Luke.” Catherine added, a little more gently than the others.

“Anyway,” Ho interrupted, “shout out to Cartwright for not twatting Luke earlier,” he raised his mug.

“Here, here,” Shirley joined in. “God, I wouldn’t have lasted a day,” she glared at Luke.

“But… but you’ve got a flatmate, you said they’re annoying? They don’t wash up, they use up all the bread?”

“Who forgets to wash up?” River turned to Sid in outrage.

“Well, that’s me, actually,” she admitted. “But you did use all the bread.”

“Yeah, fair enough.”

“C’mon you lot, enough domesticity. Let’s get this bloody meeting finished,” Lamb sighed. “I’ve got a call with Lady Di in a bit about how Luke’s getting on.”

Luke’s eyes widened, Lamb grimaced.

“Can’t wait to tell her about this.”

~~~~~~

Sid wiggled her toes further underneath River’s thighs while he flicked through TV channels.

“Ow,” he grunted, pulling her feet out from under him and putting them in his lap, warming them with his hand.

“Sorry,” she mumbled, reading on her phone.

“Anything good?” He asked.

“Remember Danni in HR at the Park?”

“Not really,” he shook his head, settling on an old episode of Grand Designs.

“She said Luke was in there earlier for a showdown with Taverner,” his hand stopped rubbing her feet.

“And?”

“She tore him a new one for what happened. Told him his behaviour was out of order and he’s lucky he’s still got a job. She told him the only reason Lamb let it go on for so long was because he had a running bet with everyone in the office over how long it’d take for you to hit him.”

River smiled smugly.

“Told you I could win that.”

“River, no one thought you’d win that. I had you down to hit him in the first week.”

“Oh ye of little faith,” he teased. “How does your mate know all of this anyway?”

“She was the one taking the notes for the investigation,” Sid laughed. “She says he was a mess, crying and apologising. Taverner told him to stop being a child and has recommended him for further training.”

“How not to be a dickhead?”

“Hmm, something like that. Apparently the reason he’s even at Slough House is because he kept harassing women in the office.”

River frowned.

“Shit, really?”

Sid nodded, reading from her phone, “Three women reported him to HR because he followed them home after work.”

“I should have hit him,” River said decidedly.

“Too late for that now. So, what’re you going to buy with your winnings?”

“Thought I might take my wife-to-be out for dinner.”

“Excellent idea, especially since I forgot to get any food in,” she blushed.

“You make a rubbish flatmate, maybe I should swap you for Luke?” He leaned over her knees and brushed a light kiss over her lips.

“Nahh,” she kissed him back, “he’s shit at Monopoly.”

“Can’t be any worse than you,” River grinned.

#river cartwright #slow horses #jack lowden #river cartwright fanfic #river cartwright x sid baker #sid baker #river x sid #slow horses fanfic

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lurkiestvoid · 6 months ago

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Hey TT refugees:

I've been dabbling in various socmed for almost thirty years, starting in the Before Times even before MySpace. Now, usually I come back to Tumblr eventually, I've been back this time for I think a little over a year.

long tumblrites are mostly gonna tell you "Tumblr has no algorithm" and "your FYP is worthless, no one uses it," blahdiblah. The rest of their advice is perfectly fine! but that first is outright false and second is ... Nuanced.

Just like on TT, you have your "Following"/dashboard, then your "For You Page," then any other tags/tabs settings you have like Trending etc. And just like on TT, you mostly wanna spend time engaging your dashboard and following/followers, BUT despite what some Tumblrs might say, yeah some new/'micro' blogs absolutely do still use the FYP because we're not already following more content than we could possibly consume, as is common after several years here. lol

Anyways Tumblr's algorithm is not nearly as beefy, but it DOES exist. You'll see it suggesting posts/content you may like on your regular dash in between posts you follow; please do not freak out if it's... not at all related to your interests, it's just stupid. It's the Bing of algos. You can freely ignore Suggested posts. and lol feel free to ignore "Tumblr tv" it's not TT quality you're not missing anything, they're just trying too hard to be TT, y'know how it goes. If Tumblr tries to "we'll think you'll like" and starts just showing you hardcore porn ads, as has been known to happen (personal note: yes even with mature filters on. Yes even with every tag I can think of blacklisted. Yes even when I'm personally somewhere around asexual and so very much do NOT have similar content in my browser history. Yeah no I tried everything) just report and move on.

Where the algorithm works best is, indeed, your FYP. Aside from just looking through tags/fandoms/etc you're interested in to find people to follow, this is more often where you'll find More Stuff To Follow, since it's not really chronological. When you're first starting on Tumblr even if you follow like 200 blogs right off the bat, your dashboard isn't going to be very busy. If you find yourself refreshing it frequently, slide over to the FYP. This feels MUCH more like the algo you're used to, and is a great way to find new people and content to follow! Just like on TT tho remember to slide back over to your Following dash and engage with each other on those posts, too!

Once your dash is busy enough, you really don't Need the FYP anymore, but as always do what ye want and have fun! 💜 Welcome!

#tiktok #tiktok refugees

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productofaritual · 9 months ago

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Man I have some drawings for your GDF!Au but my phone doesn't work so well and it gets om my nerves bc 💫tradicional art💫.

Anyway, some asking [i may not know everything you posted sorry is braindamage from working in a society]

Do es emerald duo meet/become friends in the academy? Bc i was to writte some scenes about that. So funny to think they are making fun of the teacher for being a nerd [techno with the highest score in the class in their hands].

Also, do you have something for tallerduo/radioduo/burgerduo? Im having a obssesion there but cant find anything and i May as well do something for this beatiful au.

Keep going,

Interactions btw canon characters and gdf!characters are canon?

Tntduo is a thing? [The best ask of the week i now]

DID YOU SEE THE NEW ZONE WHERE WE CAN BE FUCKINH DINO 🦖 ??? Tommy would be crazy there.

Anyway, i hope you are okey and im happy to see you in my notifications.

At this point you've added so much I would call it OUR au

Ok so I have not considered most meets yet, mainly I just planned to vaguely follow canon within genshin rules (as if I remember canon anymore) but emduo meeting in the academy is honestly a VERY cool idea so I approve >:) feel free to write about it absolutely, it makes me so happy to see someone else interested in the au

Like I said, most of it just follows canon, but it doesn't have to (like the ending of the archon quest having a SUCCESSFUL nuking of Pandora's, Dream being killed by Traveler, etc.) So go wild, just tag me when u do so I can see

I've thought about Ranboo meeting Venti on his trips to Mondstadt and also Schlatt going for a drink w him and Venti just drunkenly spills the fact he's Brabatos and Schlatt's like "cool, anyway", but I'm not rlly sure about anyone else. Maybe Tommy's a giant Barbara stan what do I know.

Ofc tntduo is a thing. We love toxic yaoi here

DUDE I KNOW. ALSO LITERALLY I MAKE GDF!DSMP'S GIMMICK NOT DYING AND GUESS WHAT. NOT EVEN A MONTH LATER GENSHIN GETS CANON REVIVAL. COINCIDENCE???? I THINK THE FUCK NOT

Gdf!Shroud is canon now btw, he's a Tepetlisaur and he has a habit of digging out of Tommy's house and running away. He always comes back tho.

Always happy to see u in my notifs too ^^ the flood yesterday was a giant serotonin boost :P

#genshin dsmp fusion #textpost.bzzt #mootsies.bzzt #askbox

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emilydorp · 15 days ago

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Sorry if you’ve probably had this ask before but why have you studied/ analysed GTOP and the receipts so much? I absolutely love it and I adore your blog (to me you are the GTOP encyclopaedia). How did you fall into this rabbit hole like I have? 🙈

Lulz oh it's cool I don't mind any questions :)) Also idk what to do when y'all are being this sweet and complimenting me, okay? Like what do I even sayyy? There are many other gtoppers that do an amazinggg job besides me and I feel sooo shy about complimentsss! Welp okay here comes a way too long post.

I was introduced to BB through... BTS. Yes, Bangtan Sonyeondan. They're GIANT BB fanboys, and after I saw how much they admired BB, I had to listen to BB too! (Note how I sound like a child.. ughhh). I'll make the video below start at the clip that sparked my interest in BB but feel free to watch the entire thing of fetus BTS being in love with BB! How I found BTS is even more ridiculous.. I believe (maybe it's my brain playing tricks on me) I got AN AD about them. Yep. An advertisement. I live in a comedy. It's also one of the reasons I ended up on Tumblr besides anime; there used to be a lotta people translating BTS vids on here and I didn't speak Korean so it was helpful.

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Well, I started looking into GTOP because of the Secret Garden Parody. I adoreee shipping (go ahead and boooo, idgaf, I adore love and fandom!) and it's something I always end up doing subconsciously when consuming new media, been doing it since I was a baby (I was a literal baby when I joined Tumblr (not on this account ofc), like--) so I thought to myself "Lmao, people will make delulu vids about how they're totally dating cuz they looked at each other for 5 seconds, like they always do and I'll read silly fake aus and pretend like they're a couple!"... I'm literally laughing while writing all of that cuz I'm so dead serious about GTOP now. Anyways here's my favourite piece of BB media, starting at my favourite scene ever (I could write 8 posts about everything I feel when I look at the pull up scene, I saw this and thought "YES I HAVE FOUND MY SHIP", it is the definition of MAGICAL TOT).

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((Something I should mention for the next section; I'm a person that gets attached to locations. The way people get attached to objects (like Jiyong), I get attached to locations, and blogs are an example of that. I don't go to the dash often, I'd rather just click on BB blogs and read what is being said there.))

Okay and then I looked up GTOP on Tumblr and maybe consumed some light hearted blogs? Before I came across... Kwonaventure. I've been BEGGING Rachel to go through her blog, page by page, NOT only the GTOP tag (and so should you!) because she's a QUEEN. People call her the BIBLE, not (only) because she has all the receipts (her receipts are VERY important tho ofc!), but because she CONVERTS people. I really, REALLY like her, and I'm so glad her blog is up (despite her leaving for good). Here's my favourite post by her (sorry for my fangirling btw lulz):

I then jumped from Tumblr to Tumblr, keeping up with GTOP (I can't remember every post I've ever seen ofc) till we got to 2017, which is when I kinda lowkey ran away into the loving arms of Twice (and returned to BTS, I wasn't a serious ARMY before 2018 tbh).

I only followed Julla and BetterScenes (I know that's not her name but she makes me feel better and is my favourite scene so be quiet) after this point (which is why I still can't believe I got a SHOUT OUT BY HER OMG) and waved goodbye to Kwonaventure (y'all don't even know okay, y'all don't even know!) and cried over not being here when couleursdautomne was active (she was a DUTCHIE! Plz I'm soft).

I left fandom completely (like literally everything EXCEPT Twice and Julla's blog) in 2022 or so (Before Still Life's release I'm pretty sure; GTOP were happy back then so I was like "It's DONE, it's over, they're gonna be a happily (secretly) married couple and maybe they'll return, maybe not, idk") and I think I mostly just casually consumed YouTubers (like Stephanie Soo (not her mukbangs, I haven't watched a single one of her true crime x mukbang vids, shockingly) and F1 (I've been watching since ~2012, my father's a fan) and read books (I've been reading since I was a baby mind you, I'd sneak into book stores and spend my entire day in libraries as a child) and yeh, left GTOP behind. Especially when I found out about Seunghyun's "drama". I discussed it with a few people I knew irl (that's how I know what happened and stuff) and we all just felt sick and left it behind. For Kpop, I just jammed to everything except BB music (Twice was mid in 2023 (I still like Hare Hare tho), but a sad girl gotta do something). Here's my gurlll btw!

Then my brother, who knows NOTHING about Kpop besides my JiHyo and Twice posters and admiration for Suga's baby face, told me that a "member of BB called TOP" was in SG2. GURL. YOU DON'T WANNA KNOW THE WAY MY BLOOD WENT COLD. CHOI SEUNGHYUN ACTUALLY MADE A SOLO COMEBACK. TO ACTING?! I was so optimistic, girl I was SO optimist, I thought GTOP was real again and this break up was just as temporary as their last ones, blah blah blah, so I got into fandom again.

The thing with GTOP is, they're so BEAUTIFUL, once you go on a nostalgia run you can't stop, okay? And my blog was a clean slate for me to post on.. I felt like a new gtopper as I explored this ship allll over again. I found Rachel after she dmed me cuz we were both screeching about how obsessed we were with GTOP lulz. She's been VERY helpful and I wouldn't have had half the journey I did without her, thank you sooo much!

((Little sidenote of my initial thoughts before Rachel and I really started DIGGING into (current) GTOP: before the Übermensch's release, I wasn't sure about whether GTOP were real or not, since Seunghyun (although mighty stressed in certain situations + blocking fans and stuff) didn't seem that bad? Mentally and physically? Neither did Ji? And knowing them, I expected them to be CRUSHED (looking back, 2023-2024 wasn't easy on them, but in the moment of just rejoining I didn't see it). And I was hearing all these THEORIES about how the separation is "fake" and all, I supposed it was based upon sOmEtHiNg (apparently, it was mostly the silver ring, but looking back they were just playing the "reference your husband" game, it wasn't proof of them secretly dating).

And then I sat there, with about 5-6 people, listening to the album the SECOND it dropped on Spotify, and lemme tell you. Lemme TELL you. I heard Drama, without even watching the mv, started crying and thought to myself "GTOP aren't dating. They aren't dating. It's over (for now ofc)." Seunghyun then went QUIET, way beyond any reasonable point of "respecting Ji's comeback" and shed a lot of weight as well. And that's when that fire in me awakened and I went back to all the blogs I could remember to put back into place everything I used to know. So I guess, I just studied all this cuz I've been here for so long, I'm kinda invested lmao. And also Chel Seunghyun left and I couldn't find a single GTOP blog that was still active after that (was lowkey hoping Mina (Betterscenes) would return, I love her TOT).))

Then, I got an ask about GTOP being "only for the fanservice" and that's how my blog toke off! And now we're here! :))

#anon #gtop #PSA: If your name is Mina start a GTOP blog you'll KILL IT #this is so long and melodramatic sorrryyyyy #but it's how I feel yooo!

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ao3feed-brucewayne · 5 months ago

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Web of Worries

by Scandalous_Manniquin_Head Music blasted in my headphones as I packed my backpack. Lets see if my mom will be less of a bitch if I run away, even if its only for a day or two. If I'm lucky, I'll make her realize she's a bad parent. She always gets guilty like that. She's gonna take the hint for a week or two, then go right back to not-so-subtly suggesting that she hates everything about me. Or Alex Alsy is a fourteen year old girl with raging mommy issues. She straight up runs away bc she hates her so much. (Please excuse the rapid change of topics, lets just pretend its her ADHD and not poor writing) Words: 6598, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English Fandoms: Batman - All Media Types, DCU Rating: Not Rated Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Characters: Bruce Wayne, Dick Grayson, Jason Todd, Tim Drake (DCU), Damian Wayne, Stephanie Brown, Duke Thomas, Cassandra Cain, Alfred Pennyworth, Jim Gordon (DCU), Original Characters, Spyder, Gothams Very Own Spyder, Gothams Spyder, Alex Alsy, Iyan Yu, Alexis Alsaedy, Black Cat - Character, Other Character Tags to Be Added Additional Tags: i dont know how to use tags, Spidersona | Original Character as Spider-Man, Fireworks, New Years Eve, tweaking out from fireworks, Technically super senses asmr, Sensory Overload, not from the asmr tho via https://ift.tt/wVCNmX0

#IFTTT #bruce wayne #batman #the dark knight #the caped crusader #gotham #dcu #dc #ao3 #ao3feed

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bella-rose29 · 2 years ago

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Not Your Lover - Chapter 6

This is the slightly safer version (it's still kinda spicy tho) <3

I have also written a more explicit version of this chapter for anybody who is over the age of 18 which can be found here, so please don't read that one if you're younger or even just uncomfortable with that. hopefully this one is more accessible to everyone! (please let me know if it's still too much and I'll edit it)

(help I realised I don't actually know how to write sfw make out scenes)

Word count: 3.8k

Warnings: heavy making out, like heavy heavy, implied sex, swearing, mentions of the civil war from Nik's side, Davor is still a stalker

Tag list: @a-candle-maker, @bubybubsters, @el-de-phi, @hauntedethusiasttragedy, @iambored24601, @itsyoboo-jassy, @karensirkobabes, @kentucky-criedfricken, @little8sun, @mrsklockwood, @mvidaaaa, @nalie-98, @naushtheaspiringauthor, @notoakay, @pietromaximoffsbabe, @simbaaas-stuff

As always, let me know here if you would like to be added or removed from my Nikolai tag list! <3

Y/n and Nikolai had settled into a routine within the first two days of staying in the same room, and he was starting to blur the lines in his head of what was real and what was fake.

It was dangerous, walking this line, especially since one wrong move could ruin everything that the two of them had built, but Nikolai knew that he was extremely close to throwing himself fully past reality. They had kept the pillow wall the first night, but when they had woken in roughly the same position as they had the first time that they shared a bed it made sense to forgo the divider completely. Neither of them appeared to be acknowledging it while asleep, and it saved some effort in the evening when they were getting ready for bed.

Work on the building had continued in much the same way as before, although Nikolai noticed that there was a little more tension in the air than usual. None of this was helped by the fact that he couldn't let his demon out at night anymore, and had resorted to staying late at the mansion after Y/n had headed back to the hotel room so that it stopped giving him a headache. Davor was still watching the two of them, following Nikolai around when he tried to go on a late night walk to take his demon fishing, and it was starting to get annoying. He had half a mind to confront the man, but somehow whenever Nikolai actually wanted to see Davor, he wasn't anywhere to be found. Y/n had mentioned that he was doing the same to her, but she didn't seem nearly as bothered about it.

Currently they were working on the floorboards of the first room, having pulled up the old ones and throwing them out, and Nikolai couldn't help but stare at Y/n every now and then as she worked. His demon snickered at him in his head, and Nikolai muttered a quiet "shut up" under his breath.

"Sorry? Did you say something?"

"Huh? No, nothing."

"Oh. Never mind."

They worked in silence again after that, the only sounds being the new floorboards being put down.

By the time sunset came around a few hours later, they'd managed to lay the whole floor, and Nikolai had replaced the windows, letting in the evening sun. He wiped his brow, wishing more than anything that he could take off some layers (but that would mean showing his scars for longer than a few seconds, and he didn't feel like having that conversation with Y/n yet. She'd probably also stab him or something).

"You alright? You look pretty sweaty."

"Yeah, I'm alright. Hopefully this heatwave brings in tourists," he replied, turning to look at her. That was a mistake, apparently, since he couldn't do anything but think about how gorgeous she looked in the golden light streaming in and lighting up her skin, making her look ethereal.

He was so screwed, and he knew that there wasn't any coming back now. He'd very nearly kissed her the other night, when she'd come in crying about her mother and he'd wiped away her tears, but the demon just had to pick that moment to make a noise. Nikolai had scolded it the whole way back to the hotel, and it had the good grace to at least seem sorry for getting in the way.

It had been a little awkward since, neither of them saying anything about the fact that they had very nearly kissed purely because they felt like it, and the tension was starting to kill Nikolai. They kept waking up tangled in each other too, and although he knew he shouldn't, he held on to her a little longer in the mornings, and his touch lingered a moment more when he passed her things. Whether she'd noticed, he had no idea, but at least she hadn't told him to stop being weird yet.

~~~

Nik was being weird.

He kept staring at Y/n, for one, and every now and then he would hold on to her for longer than fake boyfriends probably should. He was staring now, in fact, although why she had no idea. She was covered in dirt and sweat from working all day, both in the bakery and in the mansion, and she definitely needed a bath. Maybe he was staring at her because of that? Yeah, that made more sense. Although when she looked at him (not that she was sneaking glances or anything), she couldn't deny how gorgeous he looked in the light, the sunset making his golden hair glow.

He kept talking to himself too, and Y/n was starting to worry that he was going mad. She'd talked to Gregor about it that morning, and apparently Nik was doing it while he worked in the workshop. Gregor also looked like he knew something else, but despite Y/n's best efforts she couldn't get it out of him. The man was notoriously good at keeping secrets, but if it was about Nik then she wanted to know.

"I'm sure he'll tell you in his own time, Y/n/n," was all he had said, and Y/n had huffed and left not long after.

She snapped herself out of her thoughts, blush rising when she realised that she'd zoned out looking at him, and turned back to the wall that she was painting. They'd done good work today; Nik had managed to get the new windows in with the help of her father, and the three of them had finished off the floor. Y/n had picked out the paint a while ago, and had made a start on covering the walls.

"You know," she started, and out of the corner of her eye she saw Nik turn to face her. "I think we can do this. How long have we got left now, eight days?"

"Yeah, I think so. There's still the two other rooms to do though. I know they're both clear but it's going to be a stretch to get them done on top of this one. It's taken us this long to get this room nearly ready."

"What happened to mister 'we can do it!', huh? I've got a plan, don't worry."

"Is your plan hiring the entirety of Taya? Because I might be an optimist but this is bordering on impossible."

"I thought that nothing was impossible, only improbable," she quipped, mocking his voice.

"Was that... was that meant to be me?"

"I thought it was an excellent impression. Did you have a problem with it? I mean, personally I thought there were two of you for a moment."

Nik laughed, shaking his head. "You're ridiculous," he said, looking at her fondly. Y/n smiled lightly back at him, and they got lost in each others' gazes. Nik suddenly snapped out of it, whipping his head back to the curtain pole he was adjusting. Y/n moved her own attention back to the wall, feeling her face heat up.

Shit.

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An hour or so later, the sun had fully set, and Nikolai had had to turn the chandelier on in the room so that he and Y/n could continue to work. The demon had, for once, helped Nikolai out, since its laughing at Nikolai and Y/n gazing at each other made him realise what he was doing. He'd quickly gone back to what he was doing, and a moment later he heard the brush of the paint on the wall.

Now they were in separate rooms, and Nikolai had looked to check that the demon wouldn't be seen before letting it out.

"No noise, alright? The second you make a noise you're back in, understood?" The demon had nodded and padded off into a corner of the room, starting to use its tail as a brush, collecting the remaining rubbish on the floor. Nikolai felt proud of it once more, seeing it trying to help, and hoped that it had learned something valuable from working hard. Saints, he sounded like the demon's teacher. Nikolai frowned, shuffling furniture around the room. He supposed he was in a way, teaching it how to be nicer. Maybe he'd be able to let it out more if he knew it would behave. He was glad for the distraction of the demon, since it stopped him from thinking too hard about Y/n, and having to keep half an eye on the little bastard was rather entertaining at times. It was a little like having a child, except the child was quite literally a demonic entity of darkness and destruction that enjoyed ripping people's faces off and generally making their lives complete and utter misery. Nikolai suddenly wondered if that was how Baghra had felt about the Darkling, and shuddered at the thought of baby Aleksander. The demon noticed, growling lowly at its creator, and Nikolai called it over softly, careful not to alert Y/n.

"Come here, that's it, there we go," he whispered, settling on the floor as his demon came and rested its head on his lap. It was strange, doing this, but he could sense that his demon was disturbed by Nikolai's thoughts of the Darkling. While the man had been responsible for the separation between Nikolai and his demon, the latter now shared the resentment that Nikolai harboured. No doubt it was remembering the battle with Fjerda too, and the multiple brushes with death. Since then they had only become closer, reaching an agreement that they would die for each other if needed.

"Nik? You alright in there?" Both Nikolai and his demon turned to look at the doorway where Y/n's voice had come from, and they glanced at each other before the demon crept off into the shadows.

"Yep, I'm alright." He pushed himself off of the floor just as Y/n walked in, paint on her trousers.

"I think I'm gonna head out now, I've done what I can on the walls. You coming?"

"Yeah, sure. Let me just grab my things," he smiled, and she returned it, heading back into the front room. He took the demon back in, telling it to stop fussing and hurry up, and followed her out, collecting his jacket from where he'd slung it over one of the armchairs.

~~~

They made it back to the hotel no problem, although Y/n could have sworn that she saw Davor following them when they went round a corner, and when they were up in Nik's room he pulled out a bottle of kvas and two glasses.

"Drink?"

"Sure."

Davor following them wasn't too disturbing for Y/n, given he was a deeply untrusting person and was probably trying to expose Nik and Y/n's relationship for what it was, but Nik seem more concerned. He brought it up as he poured, passing one glass to Y/n and taking his own over to the sofa in front of the fireplace. Despite the heatwave, the hotel room was somehow freezing (Y/n had no idea how the owners managed it), so they'd lit a fire.

"You really aren't worried about him stalking us?"

"No, not really. Why are you so worked up about it?"

"Um... because it's stalking? It's quite literally illegal. Also, what happens if he finds out none of this is real?"

Her heart hurt at his words, but she quickly dismissed it as nothing. "Nobody will believe him if he says anything, because they like us a whole lot more. Everybody knows he likes stirring up trouble for no good reason, and I've got a reputation, hell, you have a reputation now. We'll be fine." She sipped her kvas, grateful for the burn as it went down. It stopped her thinking too hard about Nik.

"If you're sure," he frowned, and Y/n wanted to smooth the lines on his face with her fingertips. He settled into the sofa next to her having finished fiddling with the fire, and it was cramped enough that his thigh brushed against hers. She pulled her legs up, turning so that her back was resting against the arm and she was facing him. Nik angled his body slightly so that he was looking towards her, shifting in his seat in a way that had Y/n hiding behind her glass and trying desperately to not think too hard about his lap. "You alright?" he asked, amusement in his eyes and a smirk on his face, and Saints damn it she was blushing and he fucking knew it.

"Yeah, I'm alright." He hummed, and Y/n felt her cheeks grow even warmer. "What? I am!"

"Okay! You just look a little... flushed," he responded, and she could hear the laughter in his voice, making her glare at him. "There it is! I've missed that glare," he joked, only succeeding in deepening her frown.

"Fuck off," she muttered as she sipped her kvas, and he laughed, loud and bellowing. Saints, she wanted to make him laugh more often.

Sleeping next to Nik tonight would be difficult, she decided as she watched him.

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A few hours and half a bottle of kvas later, Nik and Y/n had loosened up significantly, and were spilling secrets that she would never dare to tell him were she sober.

He'd confessed that he was absolutely terrified of spiders, having been nicknamed 'Nikolai the spider squealer' by his childhood best friend, and was considered a general menace to society as a small boy.

"Oh yeah, I find that so difficult to believe," Y/n giggled sarcastically, and Nik's responding pout only made her laugh harder.

"What is that supposed to mean? I am an absolute delight to have around!" He put on a look of offence, and Y/n nearly spilled her drink when she held her sides from laughing. "Seriously!" He was laughing now, spluttering as he spoke and unable to get words out properly. A few minutes later when they'd calmed down enough (it took a while since whenever they looked at each other they burst out laughing again), he spoke up again. "Go on, your turn. I think it's been my turn the last three times," he frowned, trying to count in his head. Y/n thought for a moment, before coming up with something.

"Saints, I don't know why I'm even gonna tell you this," she laughed, pressing her hand to her forehead. "Okay. So, basically, I've never... I have never... you know." She waved her hand in the general direction of her lower half. Nik's eyes went wide.

"Wait. You've never had an orgasm?"

"No, I haven't!"

"No wonder you're so fucking grumpy all the time, Saints!"

"Oi! It's not exactly my fault! Davor never could and neither can I, I gave up trying to get myself off like six months ago."

"Bet I could," Nik said, sipping his drink.

"...What?"

"I said I bet I could."

They looked at each other, Nik studying her over his glass and Y/n feeling increasingly flustered at the direction their conversation had taken.

"Prove it."

He said nothing, still just looking her, and she was starting to regret her words. "Sorry. Stupid idea. Forget it." She turned her face away, staring into the fire. He was yet to say anything, and the atmosphere turned awkward.

"Are you?" he said, and Saints, why was his voice so low? "Are you sorry?"

"No," she whispered, and she was hyper-aware of the sound of his glass clinking against the side table as he set it down. She turned to look at him, breath leaving her body at the sight of him closer than before, eyes filled with something dangerous. She put her own glass down, nearly spilling it since she hadn't taken her eyes off of Nik. "Why?"

"Because I want to prove it."

Something snapped then, and Y/n surged forward to grab at his shirt with her hands and pull him in for a kiss. He didn't seem to know what to do with himself for a moment, but after barely a second he was responding, wrapping his arms around her waist as he pulled her into his lap, moaning softly, and Saints she wanted him to do it all over again. Her hands moved up to play with his hair the way that she'd wanted to since their first kiss in the square all those days ago, tangling in the locks and tugging every now and then as his hands grasped her hips. She wasn't sure how long they were there for, exploring each other with their hands and tongues, but every second of it was just as good as she'd imagined. He'd moved her hair out of the way to kiss down her neck, alternating between soft kisses and gently biting the skin, drawing sounds out of her that Davor never could. "Nik," she whispered into his hair, not missing the way his grip tightened on her hips at the sound of his name. He slowly dragged his head back up, kissing as he went, before he pressed another to her mouth.

"Yeah?" His pupils were blown, the blue of his eyes nearly non-existent, and his lips were slightly swollen from kissing her.

"You gonna prove it or not?" she breathed, and he could only stare at her for a moment before nodding, and then she felt his hands at the top of her trousers, pulling up the fabric of her shirt. He hadn't taken his eyes off of her, silently asking if this was still alright, and they only broke eye contact when her shirt slipped over her head, landing on the floor a second later. He pulled her back in, kisses a little more gentle than before, and Y/n went to take Nik's shirt off. He hesitated slightly, and she paused, not wanting to make him uncomfortable. "This okay? You don't have to, if it's... I just... wanted to feel you, I guess." She blushed at the admission, and he smiled softly at her.

"It's okay, darling," and Saints she'd forgotten how her stomach dipped at the pet name. "I've just... got a lot of scars," he whispered, and Y/n immediately went to reassure him.

"That's okay. You're helping me out, not talking about your scars. but equally if you wanna do that then I'll listen," she said, pressing a kiss to his forehead, and she practically felt him melt under her. He moved back a little, giving himself room to take his clothes off. Nik paused for a moment, looking at his gloves, then made a decision and yanked them off, chucking them on to the side table next to his discarded drink. He glanced back up at her, waiting for her reaction as he settled his hands lightly on top of her thighs. Y/n could only stare at them, reaching out to hold one with her own hand but not quite touching. Most of the veins were black, and his fingers were the same, and as Y/n finally took hold of his hand, lacing their fingers together and turning his arm in her grip she noticed that the black veins continued partway up his forearms. "What..." She didn't finish, not sure where to go from there. Nik was transfixed by their interlocked hands, and his thumb was stroking hers.

"The Darkling," was his only response, and Y/n didn't know what to do other than press a gentle kiss to his mouth, cupping his face with her free hand. She pulled away, resting her forehead against his, and her hand moved down to rest over his heart.

"Does it hurt?"

"No. Not anymore."

She kissed him again, slow and careful, still holding his hand in hers.

"Do you wanna carry on?"

"Yes," he said into her mouth, hands sliding up higher on her thighs, pulling her closer to him, and Saints, he wasn't lying. She moved her hands to his shirt, tugging at the hem and lifting the fabric all the way off. Her fingers traced the lines of his chest, spending extra time on the scars and marks she found, and Nik's hands came up to rest on her back, pulling her flush against him. They kissed again, this time with more hunger, and in a sudden movement Nik had flipped them so that Y/n was lying on the sofa, legs half dangling off the edge as he situated himself between them, never taking his lips off of hers. Eventually he moved further down, and she lost all sense of time as Nik touched her, drawing out new sounds with every movement right up until he took her into paradise.

~~~

He moved back up her body a while after, having left soft kisses behind as she came down from the high, and when she brought his face down to kiss her it was soft and more loving than it should have been given they weren't actually together.

"You alright?" he asked, nose nudging against her cheek. She could only nod, wiped out. She could feel him smiling, the cheeky fucker, and she half-heartedly slapped his arm, trying to not think too hard about how toned it was. "What?" he smiled, pulling back to look at her.

"Nothing, just, you're a lot more... I don't know," she trailed off, blushing at his stare. "You have very nice arms," she decided on, and Nik's immediate laughter made her flush even more. "Shut up," she mumbled, turning her face to hide in the back of the sofa. She felt Nik's hand cup her chin, bringing her face back towards his as he planted a kiss on her lips, lingering for a while.

"Thank you," he whispered, amused smile still present. "You have very nice tits, if that helps."

"Nik!"

~~~

Nikolai had no idea where the two of them went from here, but he wouldn't take back a single second of it.

He'd helped clean Y/n up, and then had helped her move to the bed, passing her one of his clean shirts to sleep in. He went without the gloves as he got into bed next to her, leaving them sat on the table in front of the fire. He was just pulling his boots off when he felt Y/n's fingers on his back, tracing over the scars from the demon's wings. Her hands flattened on his back, then moved around his torso and under his arms as she pushed herself against him, pulling his head to hers to kiss him. The angle was awkward, so Nikolai shook his boots off and turned around, cupping her cheek to deepen the kiss. He clambered in next to her, breaking away, and pulled the sheets up over them. At Y/n's pout he simply chuckled, and brought her down to lie next to him, and she slung her arm over his chest and her leg over his, falling asleep not long after.

Nikolai stayed awake a while longer, thinking over everything that had happened. He really didn't know where they went from here, but no matter what, he needed to tell her the truth before they got too far in.

Chapter 7

#grishaverse #netflix shadow and bone #nikolai lantsov #nikolai lanstov x reader #nikolai lanstov x y/n #nikolai x reader #nikolai x y/n

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littlewalken · 1 month ago

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may 21

I somehow manage to have just about everything but the faucet to the sink in the back of the Star Traveler but there's a good chance it's around somewhere. The towel might be too if it literally didn't disintegrate. When past Little Walken was forced to hand over the Barbie Star Traveler to the Life Ruiner so she could play with it that didn't include the accessories and other teeny weeny things I knew she would lose.

Let's just say everything surrounding my plastic yellow precious was because my father was around to buy and assemble it for me where Princess Half Sister Replacement's disappeared so of course the moment she got her hands on it she sat on it and broke it.

Putting that all behind us I now have a pretty decent Star Traveler that is in about the same shape mine would be by this time and one I am going to try and customize as soon as I can figure out what kind of paint to use. Or at least what kind of base coat. I've seen some of the customs and I'm torn between kitschy 70s or black with neon splatters like that Trapper Keeper I have.

But if we were IRL friends I might be convinced to sell the clunker on a salvage title just to see what you'd do with it. Meanwhile I might not get around to painting it and just buy replacement decals off Etsy. Still might do a repaint then get the decals.

As for the new to me one I'll get out the markers and touch its decals up when I get some good light.

And to make things more sweet there is a tag on the bottom of the new to me motorhome marking it as a Christmas gift to someone from mom and dad in 1986.

There's a couple other versions, like a ABrbie and the Rockers one, but it's not something I'm keen on collecting. I only bring them home if I find them in the wild.

Meanwhile the rewriting of the Hollywood story feels good. I've re ordered a few things, added some others, gained at least two pages front and back, and tho I might go back and change it Checkoff's Plot Twist has been laid out.

The only thing is I wish I had someone else who knew the story so I could get feedback on if I should keep one character idea as it is or go with something else that would work just as well.

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hi hala!! how are u today? when i saw Ziyech's new instagram post, I immediately thought of a song.

''Kahverengi Gözlerin by Muazzez Ersoy''

''Your most beautiful place is your brown eyes (Senin en güzel yerin, kahverengi gözlerin)''

''Your eyes my love, your eyes '' (gözlerin yar, gözlerin)

He has the most beautiful brown eyes I've ever seen. Did you see Sofyan Amrabat news about Gala? At this point looks like We can take everyone, no wonder now vallah. Always BIG names going around.

I am waiting for the products that Gala will release on behalf of Ziyech as soon as possible.

Hi my friend, I'm very good thank you! How are you? ♡♡♡

OH went to hear the song and I LOVE it!!! Turkish classical music is amazing and it hits close to home...a familiar sound ♡ Senin en güzel yerin, kahverengi gözlerin gjfhdg i love it. gözlerin is eyes then! I will use it as a tag next to l3winat (darija) when I wanna tag his eyes hfd. Yeah they're pretty aren't they. He's a lucky man with that pretty eye shape he has, they are truly truly lovely, it's the shape on top of everything for me. eyes are my favourite thing in people.

YESS have you seen what nordin amrabat said???? he confirmed there are contacts! Apparently he also added he hopes for it flkdjhs well nordin has great memories about gala. I really don't understand why european clubs are not going strongly for sofyan. He deserved so much more attention from clubs honestly. So many mediocre people getting paid extra wages and crazy transfer fee and he's still at fiorentina? He's not even in fiorentina's squad anymore. I know napoli, juve, and of course manchester united are on him but nothing really feels concrete and the window is closing. I think gala fans would got nuts over him as he's exactly someone the club need. For me personally it would be a dream kfjdhsga him and hakim together machallah. And he gets some love there. imagine if and ramos both comes...what a dream team.

Do you think Hakim will play next weekend? I heard turkish fans recommending moroccans not to get mad if that does not happen jghfds we're just as excited as them to see him back. We miss him strongly. I'm sooo impatient but I understand he has a specific training routine and needs more time. I wish we knew his new number tho, I WANT TO KNOW!!! Can't wait for his first match but I'll be here until then ♡ Ready for tuesday!!!

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maochira · 2 years ago

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What about kinda like the last request noa, chris, and lavinho as fathers find out reader has been dating kaiser for like a couple months

Okay so funny story I recently wrote my own thing for Noa and my Blue Lock OC in a similar situation. But writing this for Chris and Lavinho as well is gonna be fun. Also I'm adding this to the father figure!series

The other headcanons for context: right here

Series masterlist

Requests are open!

Tags: gn!reader, overprotective dad behaviour, reader is a soccer player but has an assistant role to the coaches in Blue Lock, literally everyone is concerned about you dating Kaiser (as they should), also if you're new to this series they're not actually reader's fathers but take a role as father figure in reader's life

Noel Noa

-he's known Kaiser for quite a while, and so did you, since all of you play for Bastard München. Just in different teams

-he's seen you hang out with Kaiser occasionally back in Germany, but ever since you went to Blue Lock, he's seen you around Kaiser more often. But he didn't think more into it

-and after a couple of months Noa. He. He sees you and Kaiser kissing and. Oh, well.

-he tries to keep calm, but inside of him there's so many emotions at once

-he calmly pulls you aside and asks if Kaiser is your boyfriend. When your answer is yes, well. Let's say Noa is not amazed.

-he starts asking questions about how long you've been dating, how far you've gone in the relationship (in terms of kissing, etc.), who knows about it, but most importantly: Noa wants to know why you didn't tell him

-so many thoughts about reasons why you should NOT be dating Kaiser run through his head, but he manages to not say any of them towards you. He doesn't want to make you feel insecure about your relationship, and he doesn't want you to feel like he's not supporting you either

-but he would definitely keep a really close eye on Kaiser and ask you if everything is going well between you and Kaiser at least once a day

-at some point, he admits that he's not really a fan of Kaiser being your boyfriend, and you keep reassuring Noa that your boyfriend treats you well

-eventually, Noa finds peace with the thought of you being in a relationship with Kaiser, especially after seeing how happy you are with him

Chris Prince

-even though you were Chris' assistant, occasionally you would be asked to assist at Bastard München's soccer practice as well. And that's basically how you and Kaiser got to know each other and how you started dating

-you kept your relationship a secret from everyone, tho. Even from Chris

-but when he does find out he's a bit unsure how well that could go, but he very much encourages you to continue the relationship if it makes you happy

-despite his concerns, he supports you because he loves seeing you happy like this. Also he thinks it's very cute how giggly you get when you talk about Kaiser

-at first, he was slightly upset that you kept your relationship a secret from him, although, looking back he realizes he should have noticed it sooner because especially to him it should have been pretty obvious

-whenever he meets Kaiser, Chris would occasionally stare at him with an expression that just screams "Break their heart and you're dead."

Lavinho

-like in the Chris headcanons, you assist at Bastard München's practices sometimes and that's how you and Kaiser got close

-when Lavinho finds out about your relationship, he'd be concerned as well but he'd also get a bit emotional, knowing you've found love

-but you're literally dating Michael Kaiser how can he not be concerned

-he trusts you, and he knows if anything bad happened you would talk to him about it, so in the long run he's not that concerned about your relationship

-tries giving you relationship advice but like, you never asked for it so usually, your answer is just "uhhh I know"

-once he gets comfortable with knowing you and Kaiser are dating, he starts teasing you about it. A LOT.

-but he's also still so overprotective about you, a part of him can't really handle knowing you're so deeply in love with someone

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hhoneyglasss · 2 years ago

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coke zero

notes: hello ! it's been a bit, but here's my first take on lovely ! i've nvr written for them before, so pls be patient w me lolol. i'm also trying out third person perspective, since i think that's what ppl tend to prefer in terms of listener characters (plus i've nvr written it before). i actually kinda like it, so i'll def be writing it more.

also, i actually began writing this awhile ago (like two or three weeks now) before i knew abt vincent and lovely's new BA, so i added a different ending to this so it would go a bit better with it (said ending had me adding 700 words to this fic, but that's oki !) also, ig this would take place before said new audio, although i'm not sure it matters. figure i'd mention it anyways tho.

and no, i am not sponsored by coke zero !! i just thought it would be smth lovely would like (don't ask, bcuz idk either)

hope u enjoy !!!

pov: lovely — third person limited

pairings: lovely/vincent, lovely/coke zero (jkjk)

word count: 1.7k

ao3 link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/46691254

!! TWs {these begin under the cut} !! slight angst, but nothing too severe. lovely gets a little emo in this one, basically.

reblogs r v much appreciated !! thank u !! <33

It’s a nice night tonight–the moon is round and full, a pale, milky glow overlaying everything in view. The stars seem to glitter even though they’re lightyears and lightyears away, almost as if they’re calling to Lovely, who's sitting on the railing of their balcony.

Vincent’s out tonight–some business to attend to with William about a new property they’re buying. He asked if they wanted to tag along, but they declined, so a chaste kiss was left on their cheek before he hurried out the door, only the scent of peppermint and diesel left behind.

A Coke Zero’s in their left hand, though they don’t know why. They didn’t even realize they were buying it until they felt the weight of an 8-pack in their hands, the store receipt crumpled in their back pocket.

They can’t remember the last time they drank it, but they do know one thing–it doesn’t taste the same as it used to.

Gone is the taste of humid summer nights and anxious all-nighters before an exam. Gone is the taste of embarrassment because they blew out yet another lightbulb. Gone is the taste of seawater underneath the warmth of the day’s sun.

Each time they take a sip, it’s sweet, sour, then bitter, yet they keep drinking–and they know they’ll keep drinking until the entire bottle’s gone, until the entire pack is gone. They’ll keep going until nothing’s left but eight empty glass bottles and memories still so vivid they’re painful.

How do you manage when you’re stuck between two worlds yet forever bound to one? You could say it’s funny, but Lovely thinks it’s sad–although there’s a part of them that can appreciate the humor and irony of it.

How can one claim to still be human when their heart doesn’t even beat? How can they call themselves ‘human’ when their blood is forever frozen? How can they still feel human when they run so fast that death can’t even catch up?

When they look around them and can see the smallest fibers of dust floating through the night air, they know they couldn’t before. When they pick up the scent of squirrels asleep in their nest half a mile away, they know any other human can’t.

But isn’t this what they chose? Isn’t this what they wanted?

It’s been over a year, yet they’ve still got one foot in the human door and a hand in the vampires’. They look in the mirror and see silver and red eyes staring back, yet they swear they can still feel the pulse of electricity in their veins. Their core is nothing but a solid sphere of marble, yet they can still feel their face heat up whenever Vincent kisses them.

What’s the point of being able to run faster than wind if they can’t outrun this? They seem to have escaped everything else, outran everything else, but somehow the human part of them is able to stay up to speed? Why?

These are the answers they’re searching for as they stare up at the moon, a celestial oculus penetrating the black of the night. They think about how this is the same moon they’ll see for the rest of eternity.

Eternity. The thought of being alive that long makes them laugh so hard some of the Coke Zero spills over the side of the bottle, and it slides down their hand. They laugh and laugh and laugh until it turns to tears, and the tears mix with the Coke Zero and the sound of it fizzing makes them wish they could go back to who they were before.

They watch as it drips down their hand and onto the wood of the railing before it soaks into the cracks of the splinters, and it‘s gone.

Earlier today, they had cut their palm on the edge of a paper they were cleaning from off the kitchen counter. One drop of blood had dripped before magic flowed to their hand, and the cut was gone. They felt the tears worsen when the expected burn of soda in a half-healed paper cut never came, and they tilt their head back.

Isn’t it backwards to wish for the delicate vulnerability that comes with being human? They miss the cheap latex bandaids, the pain of isopropyl alcohol, the countless bruises that appeared on their skin even though they hadn’t a clue where they came from. They miss being reckless—they miss doing stupid shit and having to face the consequences of it.

And maybe this was why they fell off that mountain. Maybe it wasn’t just an accident—maybe it was their attempt to feel that human fragility again that they took for granted. They got so close, too—until they fed and the wounds healed and not a scar was left in the wake.

Maybe that’s why they gun it 80 down 45 mile an hour roads. Pedal pressed down to the ground as far as it will go, wheels squealing against the asphalt as they chase that mortal thrill of being careless and impulsive. Yet each time the crash is incoming, they catch themself, and the danger of it all disappears. The high remains out of reach, forever a forbidden finish line.

It seems they’re too fast and too slow at the same time, how sad is that? A dichotomy that lives and breathes inside Lovely, someone who’s torn between two halves of themself.

Will these feelings change? Will they ever not feel like a stain on the Solaire name? Will there be a time where they look in the mirror and see those silver eyes and come to accept them? Will they ever feel like themself again?

Lovely takes another swig of Coke Zero and looks up at the sky. They can’t answer their own questions, so why should the stars be able to? All they do is twinkle millions of miles away–Lovely supposes they’re chasing their own questions too.

They hear Vincent at the front door, but before they’re able to react, the whoosh of the balcony doors can be heard behind them. They turn to see him standing there, his hands still holding onto the knobs. He catches the reflection of the moonlight on their tear stained cheeks, and he’s holding them before they even had the chance to set down their bottle.

He asks them what’s wrong, but they don’t answer. Sobs hold back their voice, and they stay quiet as they lean into him. He doesn’t press his questions, but instead continues holding them, his hands running up and down their back as they rest their head in the crook of his shoulder.

The minutes continue to tick by until Lovely pulls away, the heel of their palm wiping away the new tears they had shed. They look up at him, a shy smile tugging at their features when they ask if they can go on a run together. Vincent nods, smiles back, and holds their hand anyway as he leads them down to the ground floor of the house.

Before he can ask them where they’d like to go, they’ve broken into a sprint through the underbrush, and he’s quick to follow soon behind them. Their laughter up ahead fades into the sound of cracking twigs and crunching leaves, and he can’t help but to laugh too. The brambles catching and tugging into their jacket have yet to faze Lovely as they keep running, the wind warm on their face as it dries the rest of their tears. They don’t know where they’re going, but they don’t quite care either, so they just keep running until they find out.

They finally see a break in the forest’s artillery of trees and they emerge through it, a welcomed burn pulsing through their legs and their breath heavy as they walk onto new ground. Vincent’s close behind them, and Lovely giggles as he combs the gumballs and twigs out of his hair.

They turn away from him and look around. They’re at a cliff–or more specifically, a waterfall, as they can hear the sloshing and rushing of water to their right. The ground is soft and doughy beneath them, the marsh plush as they walk towards the edge of the cliff. They sit down on it, their legs dangling over the black, jagged rock as they gaze down at the pool of black water down below. They run their fingertips along the edges of the cliff’s precipice, the texture rough and gritty, but cool from the waterfall’s mist.

Lovely stands up again and begins to take off their shirt and shorts, to which Vincent chuckles and asks what they’re doing. They point down at the pool, a sly smirk pulling at the corners of their lips. Vincent sighs before pulling off his own shirt and pants, and he moves to stand beside them.

Lovely grabs his hand and smiles at him, and he swears the sight coaxes the air out of his lungs. He’s breathless as he looks away, and Lovely counts down from three before they finally jump off, their hands still intertwined.

On the way down, Lovely yells, a wondrous sound filled with so much joy it has Vincent yelling too. It turns into loud laughter as the intense rush of wind grows cooler and the water comes closer. They finally splash down and Lovely relishes in the feeling of water wrapping around their skin and Vincent’s hand still in theirs.

When they finally reach the surface and their eyes meet his, they swear they’ve never felt more free.

They both cliff dive for hours, jump after jump yet the excitement of it never fades away. The night passes before they finally shrug back on their clothes and sit on the cliff again, the black sky fading as the dawn begins. The sun still has yet to rise when Vincent hands Lovely a bottle of Coke Zero–they smile and let out a small chuckle. He’s got a bottle for himself too and he pops it open with his teeth before wrapping his arm around their shoulder. They lean into him, and a sigh leaves them as they take that first drink. They both sit there as they watch the sunrise, the only sounds that can be heard being the rushing of water beneath them and the swishing of Coke Zero in glass bottles.

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